Devil Slut Lesbian Lust!

by

Kim Mitchell

Hard Case Dyke ebooks

Smashwords Edition

2012

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I.

Wendy’s text: Kiss Amanda long for me.

Amanda was now, finally, eighteen and legal and she and I could not be more different. She had cropped dirty blonde hair and liked to always wear red soccer shorts and a sky-blue T-shirt: the tomboy guise., that day I wandered into her bedroom. She lay face down on her bed listening to Eminem on her iPod. I could hear it blaring through the tiny headphones. I did not understand that music. I was also eighteen, the daughter of her mother’s lover. Her mother was all lipstick and mine pure butch: the baggy worker jeans, the faded t-shirt, you know the type of dyke.

Amanda’s room was not at all girly. The walls were azure blue. There were posters of soccer and tennis stars, all of them attractive, both women and men.

I drifted in quietly, closing the door behind me. I saw myself in Amanda’s mirror. I was wearing a white cotton blouse under coveralls. My hair, black, was shoulder length, and curled into ringlets. I smiled, staring back at myself with icy blue eyes.

I snuck up behind her and plucked the ear buds from her head. She turned over abruptly, and I gave her Wendy’s kiss. Her lips were soft.

She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and returned the kisses. Then she said, “We have to be careful. Mom is home and Terah is prowling around.”

“I know,” I said, and whispered quietly into her ear, “I just got an email from Wendy. She’s coming to town, Saturday.”

Amanda blurted, “Yes!” then covered her mouth with her hands. She was such an eager girl.

“I assume she’ll get the motel room,” I said, “but we have to keep the day clear. I don’t think Mom has anything planned.”

Her arms were still around my neck, and she leaned up and kissed me again. I looked at the closed door. We didn’t have locks; mother didn’t believe in them.

Soft lips. A mouth wrapped around mine. Her tongue. My hand went to her ass, pressing the fabric in. I found that spot, and wiggled my finger. She tensed up. She stretched out, catlike, and rolled over onto her tummy.

I looked at the door again. Was it worth the chance? We’d gotten away with this for two years, and not by being stupid.

Her ass was there, in front of me, in her soft cotton shorts. I thought of biting into a juicy peach. I decided, just this once, to take the chance.

The shorts were stretchy enough, and I grabbed them around the crotch area, and pulled them up in a wedgie into her ass. I tugged on them a bit. She rocked her hips. I kissed her there, around the edges of the fabric. I breathed deeply.

I ran my tongue up and down.

“Please take off the shorts,” she said.

I pulled them down and off. I spread her cheeks again. I gazed at her little pinkish asshole, perfectly round. I licked. I loved the shitty taste of it.

“You always make my butthole feel so good,” she said,

“I wish I could climb inside and squirm around, just nestle in there. Do you mind my little fetish?” I asked and kissed that dirty asshole.

“No,” she replied.

Of course she didn’t. About this thing, she and I were of one mind.

I licked more, pressing my tongue in, tasting her. I could spend forever that way, as long as it took. However, her mother was home, and Terah was prowling, so I lowered my tongue, and licked her pussy. This would take less time. I sucked it. I slipped my tongue inside. Then to her ass again, where I truly longed to be. A finger in her pussy, a gentle pumping motion, and an eager tongue, brought her home quickly. She came hard, gasping loudly, trashing about, et cetera.

There was a knock on the door.

“Girls?”

My mother’s voice!

No time to grab her shorts, Amanda rolled over and pulled the sheets over her. I stood up and away from the bed, wiping my face on my cotton sleeve. I’m sure my mouth still smelled of pussy and asshole.

We stared at the door handle. It did not turn.

“Girls,” she said again through the door. “Lunch is ready. Please come down.”

“We’ll be right down,” I called out.

“Fine.”

We heard footsteps recede down the stairs.

II.

The four of us sat around the kitchen table eating cold turkey sandwiches and chips. Mother sat at the end, tall and imperious with her classroom manner. She was holding up pretty well for a woman her age, a shade past forty. Today she was wearing gray form fitting slacks, and a loose white blouse, unbuttoned to show cleavage. Her hair was brown and she wore it long. She had my icy blue eyes or I had hers. It was obvious she was clinging to what sex appeal she had left.

Terah, my “mom,” on the other hand, was alluring, dangerous the way butch dykes can be. She was not my biological mother; she had been in a domestic partnership with my bio-mom, who took off to places unknown when I was ten.

“So, how are you girls today?” Terah asked, her voiced clipped.

“Fine,” we answered.

“Were you having fun playing upstairs?” she said.

“Huh?” I said.

“Playing. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. I didn’t like the way she was looking at us; it was too intense. Did she know?

Mother interrupted. “Girls, Terah and I have an announcement to make. I think it is very important.”

I sat, feeling quite pleasant, waiting for the news.

“We have rented a cabin up in the mountains for the weekend,” she said, “and the four of us are going up. We have a lot to talk about.”

Oh shit.

Terah said, “Heidi and I are looking so forward to spending time with you.”

Amanda looked panicked. “I can’t go,” she said.

“Why not, dear?” her mother asked.

“I have, um, a school thing I need to attend.”

She was a terrible liar. Her mother would check on that, call her teachers. There would be suspicion. She would find out about Wendy.

“No no no,” I said, “that thing isn’t until two weeks from now. You’re confused.” I gave her a hard look. I would find a way out of this, but it had to be subtle.

“That’s settled then,” her mother said. “We’ll leave Friday after you two get out of school. I’ve already cancelled my afternoon appointments.”

Terah gave me a long, knowing, grin.

I thought of our dear Wendy. I thought of her eyes. Her mouth. Her tongue! I swore I would find a way out of this.

III.

Lying alone in my bed thinking, Terah came in my room. She closed the door behind her.

“Heidi went out for a bit,” she said. She walked to the center of the room, like she owned the place, looking around at my stuff. “You have a good sense of color,” she said. “Perhaps you should be an artist.”

I thought she was full of shit. My room was done up in black, white, and lavender. It was lovely enough, but nothing mind blowing. I lay back in my bed, my arms behind my head, and watched her.

She eyed me back. I knew that look.

“So what, you’re fucking my mother,” I said.

“So you’re fucking my daughter,” she replied. “BFF, as you girls call.”

“How did you find out?”

“I was listening at the door before Heidi called you for lunch.”

I swore to myself, just then, that I would feel no regret.

“Perhaps we’re just playing at it,” I said. “Practicing for boys.”

“I’m not stupid. I know what I heard.”

I shrugged. “So, you know. What now?”

“I want you.”

Of course she did. They all did.

“Blackmail then? It won’t work. Amanda and I will just deny it. We will seem hurt and confused. Mother will believe us, and decide you’re insane.”

“You could pull that off, but would Amanda? You saw her performance in the kitchen. She is terrible under pressure.”

“I’ll coach her.”

“Blackmail is so banal. Let’s agree there will be no blackmail. I won’t tell her. That just isn’t my style.”

“I’m fine with that. Now what?”

“I still want you. What must I do to get you?” She gazed at me. Such simple words she said, but I could feel the effect of her presence.

“Cancel the weekend trip,” I said, “promise it is off, and you can have me, just this one time.”

She thought about that. “Heidi will be so sad. Why do you girls want to cancel it so badly?”

“We have our reasons. Will you do it? Do you promise?”

“Just one time?”

“Just once.”

“But I want more.” There was something lurid behind her eyes.

“You get one time for this. You want more, we’ll deal later.”

I surrendered to it.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll tell Heidi that my mother just called and I have to see her this weekend. She’s sick. Heidi will believe that. Now I will kiss you.”

She leaned over the bed. I sat up, halfway. She pulled me up the rest, and locked her lips to mine. Her mouth was incredible. I felt a warmth spread from my pussy to my chest. I pressed in my tongue. We kissed deeply. She sat me on the side of the bed, then squatted down in front of me. Her face was level with my chest. She reached forward and grasped my smallish breast, the left one, and gently squeezed my nipple through the fabric of my dress and blouse.

“You’re such a little angel,” she said.

I’d never been with a girl I didn’t love before. Only Wendy and Amanda, and they were both precious in my heart. Terah was not. I pushed her head back, leaned forward, and spat in her mouth.

This would be fun, just fucking for the fuck of it.

She swallowed my spit and got a great big smile. I think it became clear to her just what I was. I hoped very much that she liked asshole play.

“You’re a dirty little girl,” she said.

“Shut up and undress me,” I said.

She unclipped the straps of my jumper and slid it down my body. She followed it, sitting on her knees. She was tall and I was short, so she had to contort a bit, but she pressed her face to my pussy, and licked it through my panties.

I held her head, and thrust my hips forward. I squirmed a bit. My pussy felt very, very good. My clit was all a-twitter. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and set it aside.

She pulled me in close, sucking my nipples. I felt a thrill when her finger passed over my asshole, but it did not linger. A warmth went down to my tummy, then a bit further. She sucked more, moaning and squirming. She was into my little pointy teenage tits.

We each have our own thing, our little fetish. Hers was tits, mine asshole. I let her suck. It felt good enough. I relaxed, and let her play. I’d never had my tits sucked for so long. I wondered if I could climax this way. I’d heard of it.

“You’re going to make me shoot doing that,” I said.

“I hope so,” she said.

My pussy was tingling, untouched. I cheated a bit. I rocked my hips, letting my panties slide over my slit. I felt the tingling pass through my body. Slowly, I crept up to the edge of ecstasy. I relaxed, letting the feelings wash over me like a nice winter shower. I felt passion rising within me. I was so close. I reached down and squeezed my clit, then cried out as I came. It was pretty amazing. It made me shimmy and shake, rattle and roll, yin and yang.

“That was really cool,” I said, “I’ve never got off just from my tits.”

She pursed her mouth in theatric disapproval. “I saw you grinding your panties.”

I smiled and pretended to look guilty. “But still…that was really cool.”

“You want to suck mine?”

“Sure.” Why not?

She reached her hands to unbutton her blouse. I grabbed them, stopping her.

“Let me,” I said.

I undid the buttons, one by one. She was wearing a lacy indigo underwire bra, one of those that don’t really cover anything. Her tits looked nice, well-shaped, puffy pink nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked. She undid her bra, pulling it out from under my chin, and threw it aside.

I sat with her on the bed and went to work on her tits. Her pleasure became real obvious. I spat on a nipple, and licked it off. I reached up her skirt, and gently ran a finger up and down her soft, damp panties, but not too much. I wanted to do that tit thing to her, if I could. It was her fetish, and she’d given up her weekend, after all. I licked and sucked. I kissed.

“Is this working for you?” I asked.

She was like, “Don’t stop.”

She started getting close, breathing hard. Then she cried out, cumming hard. She lay there panting, looking at me with feverous lust. I gave her a big, wicked grin.

“Turn over,” I said, “I gave you that. Now I get your asshole.”

Her eyes got real big. I don’t think she quite expected that. She did what she was told. Her panties were the same lacy indigo as her bra. I kissed her through them, then pulled them off. What a wonderful ass she had. Round. A bit fleshy and still firm. I spread her cheeks and gazed upon her asshole. It was a little brown circle, slightly plump at the edges.

“You’re a kinky little slut,” she said.

I didn’t answer. Well, not with words at least. I licked her delicious asshole instead.

Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her before? To see her ass was to want it. To see her asshole was to eat it. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, tasting her.

Neither of us heard the footsteps on the stairs. The door slammed open and mother came in. She took one look at us and freaked out.

Things got really bad.

II.

“How could you do that with my daughter?!” she kept saying.

By this time, we were downstairs. Terah and I were dressed again, sitting in stunned silence at the kitchen table. Terah had no answer. She just mumbled “sorry” over and over again.

My mind raced around for something to say, and came up empty. I just watched, hoping Terah wouldn’t say too much.

“What’s happening?” a small voice muttered from the door. Amanda. She’d heard all the yelling, and seen Terah run by naked. I’m sure she knew basically what was going on.

Mother just shouted, “Go to your room!”

Amanda left, looking hurt and confused.

I wanted to follow, to comfort her, but I needed to stay here. Would she hate me? Technically, I had just cheated on her and Wendy. I feared that is how she would see it. I couldn’t say she was wrong.

“Get out of my house!” she finally said to Terah. “Don’t ever let me see you again. Your ‘daughter’ too! Both of you—out!”

Terah looked broken. Her future was slipping away.

“Don’t!” I said, “Don’t do anything official or permanent.”

“Do you love her?” my mother asked me, her voice suddenly flat.

“No, of course not,” I said.

Then she turned to Terah and asked, “How about you? Do you love her? Did you love me?” Her voice cracked when she asked that last part.

Terah didn’t answer. She looked like she wanted to say something but the words were caught in her throat. We sat there, all of us, quiet. Maybe if I had said the right thing, just then, things would have turned out differently, but nothing came to mind.

I thought of Wendy and Amanda, and how lucky I was. I had love, and was sure of it. Mother’s face grew dark. She waited for something. It didn’t come. The storm broke. She kicked a chair, breaking it. Dishes were thrown. Her blouse came loose from her waist and hung open. Her tits, escaping from her bra, swayed about. She got really ugly. She shouted for Terah to get out. She called me a whore and a slut and said I wasn’t her daughter. I’d never seen anything like this.

Amanda, who had returned to the doorway, started to cry.

Terah ran from the house and escaped. I ran to Amanda and hugged her. “Please forgive me,” I muttered into her ear. I shielded her from mother, covering her eyes. She clung to me.

We retreated upstairs to her room and closed the door.

“What happened?” Amanda asked me, once we felt safe.

“Look, dear, I did something pretty bad, but please hear my reason before you get angry.”

“You fucked her? My Mom?!”

“Yeah. She agreed to cancel the weekend trip if I did. I mean, I thought it was the only way, so I did it.”

“Oh.”

“Are you mad?”

“Not really. That is a good reason. Your mom caught you?”

“Yeah. It didn’t really work out, did it?” I smiled, trying to find humor in the horrible situation.

It didn’t work. Amanda looked forlorn.

“I don’t think you should tell Wendy about this,” she said.

“No. I don’t think so either.”

Eventually the storm below stopped and was replaced by sobbing. I considered going down, to give some sort of comfort, but decided it would do no good. I just held on to Amanda.

The sobbing stopped, and footsteps came up the stairs and down the hall. I heard them check my room, then on to Amanda’s. The door opened, and mother stood there.

She was a mess. Her blouse still hung open. Her makeup was streaked all over her face. Her hair was gross and sticking together in clumps; perhaps she had cried into it. She stared at us. She looked broken.

“We’re still going this weekend,” she said, her years of culture and education slipping away, her language turning coarse, “Just the three of us. It will be fun. I’ll fucking make it fun. I’m not letting that slut break up our family. She can fucking die!”

Amanda ran and hugged her. Mother grasped her in her arms. I looked at them. Would I be welcome? She beckoned to me to come over. I did, and she embraced her two daughters, and quietly sobbed.

My face ended up against a breast. Soft, but still firm enough. Very motherly. Her nipple was brown and pointy. I thought of sucking on it. I could see Amanda having the same idea. We were devil girls, I’m sure of it. We refrained from incest. Now was not a good time. We just hugged.

III.

I sent an email to Wendy.

My Beloved Wendy,

Mom is taking us to the fucking mountains this weekend. We can’t get out of it. All efforts to do so have ended in disaster. Still, we must see you. Get a cabin. I’m enclosing a link to the resort. Somehow, we’ll find a few hours to be with you. It is the best we can do.

Love, Cindee

P.S. Amanda appreciated your kiss with her normal fervor. I shall kiss her again soon.

A response came quickly: I just made a reservation for the last cabin. I will see you Saturday. Love. Kiss her for me.

I did.

IV.

Friday afternoon, mother drove us to the cabin. After we left the interstate, we took a small, windy, two-lane road through rocky hills. Her old Volvo purred along, puttering here and there when we went up a steep bank. After a while, I dozed off. Amanda stayed awake the entire time, gazing out the window.

We arrived at the resort, a collection of twenty or so cottages surrounding a long narrow lake. There was a parking lot at one end, with a boat ramp and an office. We waited in the car as mother checked us in and got the keys. Then we walked, lugging our bags, along the narrow asphalt footpath that circled the lake. Our cottage was back a bit, nestled among trees. It was number twelve.

There were two rooms. Mother took one, Amanda and I the other. We lay together in the bed, hugging and kissing in the darkness. A shaft of moonlight drifted in. Night crawled onward. We slept.

We awoke well past dawn to the sound of a bird singing. Mother was already up, cooking eggs on the tiny stove.

“We’re going to run down to the lake,” I said.

“Be back soon. Breakfast is almost ready,” she said.

I took Amanda’s hand, and we ran down the footpath to where we could see the parking lot. We looked for a little green Toyota, her car. It was there! Amanda got a great big smile, and I squeezed her hand.

We ran back and ate. Now, which cabin was hers, and how to slip away? Mother wanted to go swimming. We put on our suits and went down to the lake. Other families had gathered at a little beach a few hundred yards from our door, and we joined them. The morning air was crisp, and the water cold.

I felt time crawl. Amanda splashed around laughing, and mother watched us, content it seemed.

It drew into late morning, and mother said she’d take a nap. We all returned to the cabin and she went into her room.

We had a couple of hours until lunch. It was time.

We slipped into our room and changed our clothes. I wore a cute little blue dress I had recently bought. Amanda put on t-shirt and a little skirt, because Wendy liked skirts. “Easy access,” she had once said.

Quietly, we slipped out of the cabin. No sound came from mother’s room.

We went to the office. An older woman commanded the desk. She had graying hair, and wore slacks and a man’s shirt. I approached her.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hello, darling.”

“That green Toyota in the parking lot, I think it belongs to an old family friend. It would be just amazing if she were staying here. Can you look in the register for a Wendy Clarke?”

She regarded us carefully. I’m sure she wasn’t supposed to give out cabin numbers, but would she turn down two cute, innocent young girls looking for an old friend? Amanda gave her a big smile and looked excited.

“Well, let me see,” she said thumbing through the registration. “I see a Ms. Clarke here, in cabin twenty-one. I’m sure that is your friend. How wonderful!”

We thanked her, and sped from the room.

Cabin twenty-one was a long walk around the lake. I held Amanda’s hand; we hurried.

She must have seen us coming, for she met us at the door. I saw her while we were still some thirty yards away. Her black hair was long. She was all primary colors, with a simple red A-line skirt and yellow pull over woolen blouse. Amanda broke from me and ran, leaping into her arms and hugging her. I approached slowly, just gazing at her beauty.

She was everything in the world.

“Hello, my angel,” she said as I drew near.

“Hello Wendy,” I replied.

“Let’s go inside.”

We went in. We hadn’t much time, so we started right away. I embraced her, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue with mine. Amanda hugged her from behind, around the waist, nuzzling her head into the middle of her back, then reached down and pushed her skirt up between her legs.

While Amanda began work down below, I helped Wendy pull off her top and release her bra. She had nice, firm, round breasts with small dark little nipples. I suckled. Amanda had already pushed her skirt up from behind, and I did the same from the front. The two of us, squatting, nuzzled our faces in and kissed her through her panties. Next, the panties came off, the two of us fumbling to get them down.

Amanda from behind and me from the front. Wendy’s pussy was neatly trimmed into a little V of hair pointing to her clit. I could follow directions, and wrapped my mouth around her special place, sucking in deeply. I worked on her clit, rubbing my tongue around, teasing, licking, sucking. Every so often, I would push back deeper to lick her pussy hole. A few times, I met Amanda’s tongue there, and we giggled.

Wendy squatted a bit, spreading her legs out farther. I could feel it was getting close.

“Let’s switch,” I said to Amanda.

We backed off and spun Wendy in place. She staggered and mumbled, “Oh fuck this feels great.” I spread her cheeks and paused for a second, regarding her asshole. It was still pink and firm, even after all the use it had seen. I kissed it, with my tongue, pressing in, sucking. Her pussy was very wet by now, and I stuck two fingers in, getting them nice and juicy. I tongued her asshole some more, then pressed the end of my fingers against it, pushing. I felt her relax her anus, as much as she could, and my fingers slipped in. She let out a long deep groan. I pumped slowly.Her anus tightened up. Then she came, her body going rigid. Her head shook back and forth. Her knees gave out, and Amanda and I had to support her, gradually lowering her to the floor while she writhed in passion. She lay back against me. Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers in, and continued my gentle pumping. Amanda was still sucking her clit.

She came again. I kept pumping. Amanda kept sucking.

A third time. I think. Maybe it was a continuation of the second. Her legs kicked out, smacking loudly against the wooden floor.

Then she gasped, “Enough. Please, enough.”

I withdrew my fingers. Amanda sat up, wiping off her chin. Wendy lay there, pressed against me, with her chest heaving, her face rapt. I kissed her neck, and whispered into her ear, “I missed you, darling.”

“Oh darlings,” she said, “I missed you too.”

I stuck my two fingers in her mouth. She tasted herself.

Amanda decided it was her turn, my delightful, eager sister. She lay over the side of the couch, sticking her tiny little ass up, beckoning. Wendy and I looked at her, she licking her lips.

“I like Amanda’s little skirt,” she said.

“Me too,” I concurred.

“Shall we?”

“Yes, let’s.”

We took turns on her. Wendy started, pulling the skirt up, and pressing her thumb up into her crack, pushing her panties a bit into her asshole. Amanda closed her eyes. She cooed in pleasure.

The panties came down around her ankles. She stepped out of them, and spread her legs out as far as they would go, sort of standing with her ass in the air and her face in the couch. Wendy, then, sat down on her knees and ran her tongue up from the tip of the clit to the anus in a long, lingering lick. Amanda’s body jerked with pleasure.

That was just a tease. Wendy got to work. She wrapped her mouth tightly around Amanda’s anus, making a loud, wet sucking sound. She kissed it, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around Amanda’s legs. With her eyes still closed, her face passionate, she ran her mouth down over my sister’s sweet pussy, kissing, sucking, licking. Then to her ass again. Deep kisses.

Amanda squirmed. “Wendy. Stick your tongue in, please.”

Amanda’s ass was tight, but Wendy had a strong tongue. Her mouth was wrapped so tightly against the anus that I couldn’t see, but given Amanda’s cries of pleasure, I’m sure the tongue won.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” she grunted.

Wendy fucked Amanda’s ass with her tongue.

Then it was my turn. I squatted down, the hem of my dress resting on the floor. I leaned in and licked. After our long walk, and getting so hot and juicy, the odor was strong, musky, and intense with the smell of ass. Her pussy was so sweet. Her ass was simply heaven. I gave it a long, lingering kiss. I pressed in my tongue. I ran my finger up and down her slit, but only lightly on the clit. I wanted this to last.

She started panting. She twitched hard. Her knees gave out, she moaned loudly. This wasn’t it. I knew every bit of her, and she wasn’t even close yet. She was building up, like a fucking hurricane.

I kept licking her ass, probing, pushing, giggling with delight.

I loved her so much.

It was Wendy’s turn again. As we switched places we kissed deeply, licking Amanda’s pussy juice from one another’s face. We reached down, rubbing, feeling, probing. We were both breathing hard. Wendy went in again. Back into position. Her tongue probed deep. Then a finger in the pussy, a thumb on the clit. Firm, but gentle pumping, a tongue in one hole, a finger in the other. Time passed. The pumping increased in intensity.

It happened. Amanda’s head snapped back. Her body shook with one tremendous motion. I leaned over and peered at her face. She was transformed, from a small, silly eighteen-year-old girl, to a tumultuous, writhing demon of dyke sex. A long, singular groan emerged from the back of her throat. She grabbed the cushions of the couch and clamped down tight. Her eyes were wide; her mouth agape. For the longest time, she didn’t even seem to breath.

Then a sharp intake of breath, and a long gentle release.

No one could come like my Amanda.

She tried to relax; her body kept twitching. She rolled over onto her back, laughing and gasping for air. I squatted, put my arm around Wendy, and we watched her come down from the pristine heights, amazed, transfixed, in love.

When she could talk again, she said, “Oh Wendy, Oh Cindee, I love you both. I love you both so much.”

Wendy whispered sweet things in her ear.

I stood up, smoothing out my dress, and gave a pretty little smile. I just waited, wondering what they would do to me.

“Amanda, what shall we do to your sister?” Wendy asked.

Amanda looked at me. “Perhaps we should do you again instead,” she suggested.

Wendy pinched her nipple sharply. Amanda gasped, then they both laughed.

“I know,” Wendy said; “you warm her up for me, sweetie, I’m going to get my little friend.”

Wendy rummaged through her luggage. Amanda came to me, took my hand, and led me to the couch. I sat down, but she pushed me, rolling me over onto my tummy. My dress came up, my panties down.

Her tongue was such a small little thing, but it could find the most delightful places. Tiny fingers assisted, probing where the tongue was not. Soon my holes were filled with little wet, squirmy bits of heaven. Wisps of pleasure spread out from down there, tingling up my body. I felt my nipples rubbing against my dress. I heard sloppy, wet sounds from her mouth as she sucked and kissed. My pussy started to flow, and my juices dripped down my leg.

Wendy returned, carrying her “little friend.” It was a six-inch, narrow vibrator with a small, bulbous head. Amanda saw it and asked, “When the heck did you get that?”

V.

Wendy was twenty-three and a former sorority girl. Not the type that would have been one of my mother’s students. She told us of all the wonderful lesbian sex that happened in the sorority house, much better than the drunken parties where they were expected to fuck and suck dicks from the neighboring frat houses.

To Amanda and I, Wendy was a woman of the dyke world and knew it all.

About the vibrator: “I’ve had it a very long time,” she answered. “It was sort of a gift from an old friend during the sorority house days. I rarely take it out…too many bittersweet memories.” She handed it to Amanda. “Rub it on her pussy to get it wet,” she said. “Then you know where it goes.”

Amanda rubbed it up and down my pussy until it was slippery. She pushed it slowly into my ass. After the end passed through, I tightened my anus around it. It was so stiff. I writhed and turned, every motion pushing it hard against my insides. I felt a deep and wonderful ache. I groaned and let my ass loose on it.

“You turn it on by twisting the end there,” Wendy instructed.

I felt it come alive; a shock of pleasure shot up my body. I felt the hum all the way down to my clit. I grabbed the cushions hard, my mouth opened wide. I almost came, but got myself relaxed just in time.

Amanda started pumping me with it. I just held on to the couch, contorting, writhing. I bit down on a cushion. Wendy sat next to me on the couch. “Turn over,” she said. She and Amanda helped me carefully turn over, pushing my legs back so they curled against my tummy. I lay back, my head resting on Wendy’s lap, my legs up, and sweet Amanda squatting there fucking my ass.

“Look at me,” Wendy said.

I gazed up at her, deeply, into her eyes. There was something inside her, gazing back at me, gentle and perfect. For this, I loved her.

Amanda wrapped her mouth around my pussy, probing me with her little tongue. She twisted the vibrator, angled it up, and drove it in deeper. My toes curled, but I stayed relaxed, just enough.

“Go easy on her pussy, dear,” Wendy said. “We want this to last.”

Amanda drew back, and focused on the vibrator.

“You can fuck her a little harder, I think. Is that fine, Cindee?”

“Yeah,” I grunted like a whore getting buggered.

She fucked me harder. A lot harder. I put my legs down, arching up on the balls of my feet, rocking my hips to the rhythm of it. Wendy unbuttoned the top of my dress, and bared my chest. She lightly ran her fingers over my nipples in little circles, while Amanda fucked me, biting her bottom lip, face transfixed.

I gave up trying to relax. There was just no way I could. It would not be long. I shuddered. I couldn’t even tell what I was feeling anymore. What was pleasure? What was pain? There were shocks of sensation, shooting from my ass, across my pussy, and up the rest of me.

Then just a tiny bit more, and I fell over the edge. I cried out. I shot my hips forward wildly, Amanda falling back and me sliding on top of her. I kicked my legs out, my body trashing about. Amanda kept one hand on the vibrator, and shielded her head with the other. Wendy tried to restrain me. I shuddered again. My body went totally rigid. I let out a long, perfect groan, releasing everything inside of me in one passionate slutty sound. I peed a little, and shat some. It happens.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“No kidding,” Wendy said, looking at the dirty vibrator.

Amanda mumbled, “You peed on me.”

“Sorry, dear.”

“No problem.”

By now I was straddling her, and she bent up and licked my sopping wet pussy.

“Should I keep fucking you?” she asked.

“No, please, pull it out. But the licking feels nice. Just please, be gentle.”

She pulled the vibrator out with a little pop, and shut it off. I got back up on the couch, and she leaned in and gently ran her tongue around my pussy. It felt all tingly.

I lay back in Wendy’s lap, and she stroked me.

Amanda gave my pussy a few more soft licks, then climbed up into my lap and kissed me. Wendy leaned forward, and embraced both of us.

Now that we’d each had a turn, and didn’t each have such a desperate need to come anymore, we kind of had a free-for-all of hugging, kissing, and licking. I stood and took off my dress. It was soaked down around the butt area. Then I pulled off Wendy’s skirt, which also had a huge wet spot. I pushed her back on the couch and ate her pussy. Amanda stripped off her pee soaked clothes, and crawled up behind me and resumed eating my pussy and ass. None of us were going to come again any time soon, so we just took our time and made each other feel good.

I tried not to think about our clothes, or how we would sneak back into the cabin. I’d worry about that when I had to.

VI.

I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes before noon. We had no more time.

“I think we’re going to need to go,” I said.

“No!” Amanda said,

“Sweetie, my mother will be up soon.”

“So? She’ll think we’re out playing.”

“She’ll look for us. She might ask at the desk. They lady there will tell her where we are. She’ll come and knock on that door.”

I was right. At that exact moment, there was a knock.

We sat stunned for a moment. Perhaps it was not her. Then we heard her voice: “Girls? Are you in there?” She knocked again.

I ran and peeked out the back window. There were trees behind the cabin. They were a tantalizing hope of escape, but I noticed a steep embankment and tangled underbrush. It looked like a desperate path.

We could put our clothes on and invite her in, but they were a mess, and everything was covered in pussy juice. I’m sure the whole room reeked of nasty ass sex.

Wendy just sat there with a blank look. Amanda whispered, “Let’s hide until she goes away.”

She knocked again.

“No, let’s get dressed and let her in,” I said.

“What?”

“Mother is clever. She’ll likely wait by the door. How long can we sit in here quietly? She’ll ask where we were, then check our story. Let’s just let her in and face the music.”

She knocked again, louder, then tried the door. It opened. None of us had thought to lock it.

So, that was the scene she found, the three of us naked, our soiled clothes strewn about, and the stink of fuck. The vibrator was still laying in plain sight on the floor, covered in ass juice.

“Hello mother,” I said. “Would you please give us a moment to get dressed?”

The color drained from her face. She muttered something unintelligible. I looked at my two dear lovers, and went to put on my dress. Amanda was terrified and scrambled to put on her clothes.

Wendy just sat naked. She looked empty. We’d had a good run, two years. We had to get caught sooner or later. I hoped it would not be a disaster.

“Here, sweetie,” I said, taking Wendy’s clothes. “Let’s get you dressed. Mother, please wait outside for a bit, and we’ll call you in when we’re ready.”

She stepped outside, but did not close the door. I stood Wendy up and helped her put on her skirt and top. I straightened out her clothes, and mine, as much as possible. Then I sat with her on the couch, and held her hand to me.

“It will be all right,” I whispered.

I kissed her hand.

“Please come back in,” I said.

Mother entered, dragged a stout wooden chair to face the couch, and sat across from us.

“Amanda, go sit with her,” I said.

That was my masterstroke. I placed all of our hopes in the hands of my sweet sister. Amanda went to mother, took her hand, and climbed into her lap.

“Your clothes are damp.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Mother gave me a very dark look. The pieces were all in place. It was time for the game to begin. “Mother, Wendy and I are lovers. We have been since she stayed with us two years ago.”

“And Amanda?”

“She is our special friend.”

Mother looked horrified.

“Don’t be mad,” Amanda whispered.

I explained, “We manage to meet when we can, and we make love.”

“Do you expect me to accept this?” my mother asked.

“Yes,” I said.

She sat still, glaring at me. I could see the anger swirling behind her eyes.

“What kind of girl are you? When I caught you with Terah, I thought you were just the victim of her seduction. Were you the seducer?”

I shrugged and: “It was sort of mutual.”

“Who is Terah?” Wendy asked.

“She was my girlfriend,” Mother answered, “until I caught her will Cindee.”

“You cheated on me?” Wendy said, tears in her eyes.

I said, “Sort of. I had a good reason. We’ll talk about it later.”

Amanda added, “She had a good reason, Wendy. Please don’t be mad.”

Wendy cried, “You mustn’t cheat on me! I don’t cheat on you. Ever. And it’s harder for me. You have Amanda.”

Motther said, “I will take you away from this life.”

Amanda started to cry. “Please don’t,” she sobbed, “I love her. Cindee loves her too.”

“It’s true. I love her with all my heart,” I said, “If you take her from us, you’d be killing us.”

“Like you took Terah from me?”

“I’m sorry about that. But Terah and Wendy are not the same, and you could have kept Terah, if you wanted.”

Amanda was sobbing. She clung to our mom, and put her head against her chest. Mother held her, and tried to comfort her. Amanda nuzzled in closer, and stopped her tears. Then she began to unbutton mother’s blouse

“What are you doing, Amanda?” I said.

We were devil girls. I heard Wendy gasp. I just watched, waiting for whatever happened next.

Mother didn’t stop her. She let the buttons all get undone. Then Amanda freed one of her breasts from her bra, and took her nipple into her mouth. Mother looked at me, terrified, but she still held Amanda close.

I smiled. “She’s irresistible, isn’t she?”