Gee, Thanks Mom !

by BD Long

( f/f/F/dogs, savage, bondage, cons/non-cons, coercion, reluctance, teen, incest, interracial )

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I should be honest up front. My home is wealthy. I don't like to remember of us as super-duper robust, but I've never had to worry about a affair in my living, so maybe we are. It's nice, but sometimes it can clear things awkward, especially when trying to make new friends. Take the planetary house, for example. It was my first year in university, and my parents insisted that, instead of aliveness in the communal student residence like a normal student, I take over the sept"cottage"that sat nestled in the hills overlooking the Ithiel Town. I put"cottage"in quotes because it was actually a house. Despite my separation from campus, I had managed to defecate a acquaintance, Miriam, and had been to her family's house, which actually looked like a cottage compared to my new home.

Ostensibly, my parents put me in the cottage because, although not famous, my family name was known in certain circles, and they were concerned that other bookman or staff might try to take advantage of that fact. I'm not poor fish, though. My closing off was to keep me away from the unwashed riffraff, especially boys. After university, the plan was obviously to get hitched with me off to the son of another moneyed family. I had seen it bechance to family friend, male and female, and the thought of it happening to me made my skin crawl.

Luckily, my parents placed no restrictions on my female person friendship, which was why Miriam was riding in the passenger tail of the sedan as we pulled into the car stalls on the south position of the house. As she climbed out of the car, the turgid steel gate at the front of the property creaked, and she watched it close.

"Come on,"I said, embarrassed. Her family home base had bars on the windowpane and threshold to save multitude out. Mine had a half-ton steel gate in front and a seven-foot high brick wall all the way around its two landed estate, and if I hadn't had a car, I would've thought they were meant to keep me in.

She turned and looked at me with her dark brown eyes, but I refused to fulfill them. This had been a bad idea. More than anything, I wanted Miriam to see me as just another daughter, but bringing her to the cottage had shattered that head game in an split second. I turned and walked down the pathway that led from the English of the house to the backside entrance. I used the front entrance as trivial as I could because there was no tangible beneficial place to put one's shoes in the strawman foyer. There was also a silver-and-crystal chandelier that I wanted to avoid. The gate had been enough for now.

As we approached the back room access, I felt Miriam's eyes on me, and I turned my head briefly plenty to catch her quickly looking away. Had she been checking me out ? I almost tripped over my own foot. Was that what this was all about to her ? I hoped not. I'd hate to disappoint her. I didn't feel like I was her type.

Looking at my rumination in the Gallic room access, I saw a penny-pinching blond girl dressed in an internationally preppy manner. A Inner Light blue blazer covered a white cotton blouse, and a embrown tweed skirt rested its hem just above my articulatio genus. For October, it was unseasonably warm, and the blazer had been a bit much. I had opted for white tennis shoes, even though they didn't really match my outfit as well as I'd have liked, because I had left the theatre only to pick up Miriam. And, speak of the devil, I caught her checking out my ass again in the expression. But what was there to check out ? I mean, I'm not monotone on either side, but I'm not particularly well endowed either. Oddly, I'd never felt self-conscious about my body until now.

Maybe that was because Miriam is rather well built. She's no cartoon, but as I got the door spread and turned around to kvetch my shoes off in the entryway, I found myself stealing a quick covetous glance at her and hoping she wouldn't notification. Her skin was the color of hot cocoa, and her inglorious fuzz, unlike mine which was straight and stopped just above my shoulder joint, fell down to her shoulder joint blades and had been knit into dreadlocks and decorated with cowrie shells that clicked together in rhythm as she moved. She had a single gold hoop in one nostril and a few that climbed up each ear. She wore a surplus regular army jacket three sizes too big and candid in the front, under which was an aqua armored combat vehicle top that popped against her darker skin. Her black dungaree were ripped at the knees, though I couldn't tell whether this was by figure. Her tank was tucked into her denim, and revealed Thomas More meat than I had, but also more sinew. Miriam also had faded blacken army boots, that she struggled with only when the lacing became tangle. She bent over briefly, and I inadvertently caught a coup d'oeil of her cleavage. I didn't feel excited by the view, but I didn't feel aught, either. Weird, I thought, and turned away before she saw me looking.

"You can put your bag by the door,"I said heading further into the house and hanging a right into the kitchen."We'll take it upstairs later when I give you a circuit. Want something to tope ?"

"Uh… sure,"she said, setting her bag down and following me.

I was already rooting around in the icebox by the metre she entered. She sat on one of the ordure at the kitchen's middle island."Don't get too well-situated,"I said."We're going outside."

"We are ?"she said, uncertainty—and, oh my god, was that irritation ? —in her voice.

"I mean,"I stammered."We can. Go external, that is. If you want."

Miriam laughed, and I blushed. I was already confused, and now it felt like she was making fun of me."Whatever, girl,"she said."It's alright. It's your home."

"What do you desire to imbibe ?"I said, trying to transfer the discipline."I've got body of water, juice, wine ( rosé and white ), and beer."

Miriam laughed again."Your parents let you drink ?"

"Not as such,"I said."I just don't think they care either way."

"Mine don't let us,"she said,"so I don't really know anything about it. I'll have what you're having, I guess."

I pulled two beers from the electric refrigerator and turned around. Miriam's face didn't have the mocking look I expected, so I relaxed a bit."Let's go,"I said.

"You look like you need to relax before we start studying,"she said.

Yeah. That was the reason she was here. I was so preoccupied I had almost forgotten."That's the idea,"I said.

I led Miriam through the rear section of the star sign and out the NE door, and I heard her gasp. right hand. Of course. I waved her onward and led her down the specialize path to the puddle area. The large mat paving gem were cool and smooth against my bare base and felt amazing in the late October heat.

The pool field, surrounded by a short sentry fencing meant to keep animals out, was mostly open to the elements, and a 6 foresighted chairwoman lay around the long edges of the rectangular pool. At the northeast corner, farthest from the house, was a hot tub, partially enclosed by a wooden gazebo, the bulwark of which had obviously been built so that anything happening in the hot tub was hidden from the star sign. I had long ago convinced myself that whatever guile my parents had gotten up to had been a recollective time ago, and that the tub had been cleaned many times over since then. Because that was what had happened. It had to.

"Jesus,"Miriam said.

"I know,"I said.

She laughed again.

"Why do you keep laughing ?"I asked, wincing as I realized how much I probably sounded like an unfeeling robot.

"You, Dee,"she said, calling me by the short adaptation of my gens, Daniella, she had been using since the initiatory day we met."You're all wound up and shit about your theater. You embarrassed ?"

"A little,"I said, sitting on a long professorship and putting my beer on my knee."Wouldn't you be ?"

"inferno no !"she said, still laughing, still smiling. And then she frowned and looked at her bottle.

I offered my hand, and she handed her bottle back to me. In a conjuring trick I'd learned in boarding school, I braced both bottles against each other at the caps and popped both of them off simultaneously. As I handed hers back to her, she grinned.

"What ?"I said.

"I just figured,"she said."You know…"I shrugged."You know,"she tried again."The way you look … and how, um, awkward you can be around the other art kids. I figured you were super preppy. Just don't see a lot of girls do shit like that. It's, like, you're a different person almost. Isn't what I expected, is all."

"trade good,"I said, trying unsuccessfully not to blush.

For a while after that, we were hush. There was a lot to unpack from that conversation, and I think we both just took some time to retrieve and slack. She was right—about my maladroitness, at least. I really wasn't comfortable around the other students in the art program. Probably because they were all meant to be there. I was just taking art history as a world-wide education requirement. My parents, Mother in exceptional, would never brook any dallying in the artistic production. But that wasn't the only understanding I felt like an foreigner. The cliché would be to say that these were the people my parents warned me about, but they had never done that. They hadn't bothered, probably out of the effrontery that they needn't have. These were the the great unwashed my household referred to in the scummy possible terms, and every time I was around them, I could see in my head the Bible spoken around the dinner party table. And yet, I envied the other students.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I almost jumped when Miriam set down her beer, stood, and went to sit future to the pool. Rolling up her pant branch, she stuck her bare metrical unit in the pee and sighed. I went to join her, and when I stuck my ft in the consortium, I knew her suspiration had been one of relief.

"This is overnice,"she said softly and laid herself down on the consortium deck.

"Yeah,"I said.

"You're overnice,"she said.

"Ye—what ? !"

Miriam laughed, her belly shaking and her substructure splashing."You're too easy,"she said.

This sentence, for whatever rationality, I didn't tactile property like she was making fun of me. Bending down, I splashed her with a fiddling water from the pocket billiards. She yelped and kicked her feet, which only ended up splashing us both. I laughed in delight. I was finally beginning to let go. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad weekend after all.

And then I heard the narrow escape of the front gate unfastened followed by the sound of Mother's SUV, the one she used to ravish turgid antiques.

"bastard,"I said, feeling my happiness sibilation out.

"What's haywire ?"Miriam asked.

"semen on,"I said, standing and straightening my clothes."Hurry."

Miriam did as I asked, and I guess it was because she heard the urging in my vox. We scurried back through the rear door of the house, and I had Miriam unpack the art history report materials from her bag and then accept the rest upstairs. Maybe she dealt with a translation of this bullshit at home, too, because she didn't thriftlessness prison term with questions. While she was on a higher floor, I spread the book of account and notes out on the dining room mesa and did my best to make it depend like we hadn't just been goofing off.

I saw a shadow on the other slope of the front room access's frosted methamphetamine hydrochloride, and I went to give it.

"Oh, thank you, dear,"mother said, stepping past me. She wore a beige pantsuit that was no doubt tailored specifically for sudden heat wafture in belated fall. She always had a plan. And she had one today."How is the star sign ?"Not, How are you ? Of trend not.

"Fine,"I said, following her to the kitchen, where she poured herself a field glass of rosé."What are you doing here ?"

"Why, I come bearing gift, of course,"she said, as if said gifts were for me and not her somehow.

"Really,"I said, following her again toward the front door.

She turned. If she had had hair like mine, it would have spun out to the sides, but hers was cut short, all business. Of course."honey, you really are such a grumble,"she said."Here I am, giving to my solitary daughter, and what do I get in rejoinder ?"

"Sorry, mother,"I said, only sort of sorry.

"Hi, Mrs. Amy Lyon !"Miriam leaned on the upstairs Sir Roger Gilbert Bannister and waved down into the anteroom. Mother's inviting smile remained, but I felt the room turn frigid. Now I really was dark.

My protagonist skipped down the stairs in her bare animal foot, and I saw female parent's eyes go to the hempen necktie bracelets she wore on her mortise joint. Miriam must have seen my expression, because she slowed to a more cautious pace. Mother extended a hand, and Miriam took it gently and curtsied slightly. Mother's heart softened instantly. This was the deference she deserved."And who might you be ?"she said not completely threateningly.

"Miriam, ma'am,"the young lady said, keeping her eyes on mother."I'm in your daughter's art history class, and she was kind decent to invite me up here to study."

"Well,"Mother said,"at to the lowest degree she's making admirer. She can be terribly moody."

"Nonsense,"Miriam said."Your daughter is a delight. I can see where she gets it."

"I'm also standing right here,"I said.

"Of track you are, dear,"mother said, barely turning her head in my charge."Well, fille Miriam, it has been a pleasure."And then she checked her watch."Down to business,"she continued, Sir Thomas More to me this time."I have to satisfy up with your father in two hours. We have an investor's encounter, and then we have to receive up with the, ugh, Callaways for a hebdomad on their yacht. An entire hebdomad, can you conceive ? What a nightmare. Anyway, come."

She started out the threshold, and Miriam and I followed. I tried to make eye impinging with Miriam, but she had her regard fixed on female parent, as if she were a cobra that might discover at any moment. She had good inherent aptitude. In the drive in front of the house was the black SUV, and in the rachis were two large sinister shapes, obscured by fogged trash. Mother went to the rear and opened the door, and down jumped two heavy frankfurter : a Rottweiler and a Shepherd.

"Mother, what—"I started, but was not allowed to finish.

"For your protection, dear. They're guard click, not pets,"female parent said. Of course of action."Now listen : they have been trained by experts and have come at no small disbursement, so address them well."She pulled from the SUV two large categoric composition board boxes."These are their sign of the zodiac. They'll sleep in these, outside in the car Park. They are only to amount in the house in emergency, and they know this. Here,"she said, handing me a close up musical composition of paper,"is a lean of their commands. And here,"she added, handing me a whistle on a laniard,"is an exigency whistle. If you need facilitate, or if they are doing something they shouldn't and aren't following control, reverse this. It will bring them to attention. prevent it with you at all times."

As she finished speaking, the Rottweiler had approached Miriam and bumped her hip with his big, anvil-like head. She staggered a bit, but scratched him on the heading."Hey, watch it,"she said.

I checked the command list."Mother,"I said."This is all in German."

"You don't need to be silver-tongued to memorize the words on a while of paper,"she said."Now, I have to go. Spend some time building those dog theater. They'll pauperism somewhere to sleep tonight. Oh, and before I forget,"she said, ducking back into the backrest of the SUV and dragging out not one but two giant bag of dog food."This is limited food. You can order it online when these two grip are empty. Use the blue board to pay for it so we can chunk it in with our job expenses."

"right hand,"I said."Of course."

"Excellent,"she said."Well that's all for me. You girls take care of those dogs."

As she drove off, Miriam, the dog, and I stood there watching the gate close.

"Wow,"Miriam said, after a minute.

"I know,"I said. I don't know why, but I was on the verge of tears. It wasn't the beginning fourth dimension Mother had displayed just how little she cared about me, nor was it the foremost sentence she'd done it to me in front of a Quaker, but it stung this time.

In silence, we moved the food indoors and dragged the doghouse sets over to the car car park. According to the instructions, structure was simple, but in practice, the conception was expatiate. About a half minute into expression, we had one mostly built, and Miriam wiped her brow.

"I'm gon na go to change into some shorts,"she said."It's too hot."

I nodded. Having long ago stripped off my sports jacket, I was still feeling hot, but I wondered how a lot was due to still being angry at mother. I stopped working for a moment, and that's when it hit me all at once. Kneeling there in the car park, hot, sweaty, and humiliated, I just started crying not quietly but in body heaving sobs. And I had become so down that when Miriam touched my shoulder I nearly shrieked. One of the cad, the Rottweiler moved a small finisher, but when he ( oh, yes, it was very obviously a he, as was the Shepherd ) saw this wasn't a problem he could fix, he sat back down.

"What's damage ?"Miriam said. I looked at her, and she said,"right field. Is she always like that ?"

"Not usually that bad,"I said, tears still flowing but shit subsiding as she put an arm around me."Only when I try to make friends."

"What the screwing,"she said."Doesn't she want you to have friends ?"

"I don't know anymore,"I said.

"Well, what does she desire ?"

It was there in that hot miserable car park that I filled her in on what I figured my parents had in memory board for me after graduation. It was the showtime sentence I'd told anyone anything so personal, and I shook with fear and assuagement as I did it. And when I was done, I buried my brass in her shoulder and let her apply me. Eventually, I gathered myself together and raised my head. I expected her to face awkward or uncomfortable, but she just smiled back at me.

"I bet this seems pillock,"I said."Rich the great unwashed problems."

Her fingers brushed a few disheveled locks of blond hair away from my human face and said,"It's not always that simple. That's just life, Dee."

I could've kissed her for that. Should've. But I noticed the dogs just staring at us. Weren't they supposed to be patrolling or something ?

Miriam noticed too, and said,"Big help you guys are."

I laughed in ease, and wiped my eyes. It took a spell to get myself back into working shape, but eventually we got the second dog house built, and scooted it over future to the first.

"Hope you hombre are happy,"I said, and then turned to Miriam."I don't know about you, but I could go for a swim."

Miriam hadn't brought a swim courtship, but I was pretty sure as shooting we had something in her size. Mother, as I said, always had a design, and that included keeping a few extra items of wearable around for potential guest. So, I led Miriam back inside and upstairs to one of the guest sleeping room. We had been digging around in the dresser for a few minutes before I realized I didn't know her size.

"What's—"I started, but felt awkward again."What's your size ?"

"eight-spot,"she said."Sometimes ten."

I shook my psyche."I mean…"For some rationality I felt weird about saying it, so I cupped my own breasts over my blouse and jiggled a niggling to tug home the dot. And then I realized that I would've been honorable off just using my words.

Miriam broke into a fit of giggling that she couldn't break off no matter how hard she tried. At starting time, I turned red, but the longer her giggling went on, the more infectious it became, and I soon found myself laughing along with her. It had been a pathetic thing to do, but it felt form of good to not take myself so seriously for once.

"32C,"said eventually, when she could rest again.

I dug through another drawer. Skirts. Another draftsman. Ties. Really, Mother ? Finally, I found a drawer full of swimwear. Personally, I was hoping for something more small, but the low gear thing I dug out was a bright yellow two-piece. It wasn't exactly a bikini, but it would present off a lot more scramble than I thought she ( or I ) might be well-fixed with. I set it on the carpet and kept excavation, but Miriam picked it up and held its pieces against her body.

"This'll do,"she said.

"Are you sure ?"I said."I could bump something less… less."

She snorted and grinned."Ain't nobody around,"she said."Besides, what do I got to be shy about ?"

"detail taken,"I said, my center focused on the floor.

There was a bathroom attached to the guest bedroom, so while she went in and got changed, I went down the hall to my own room and the similarly attached bathroom to vary into my own suit, red with small white polka DoT. I chose it partly because it was standardised to Miriam's and I didn't want her to feel like I was more dressed than she was. Mostly, though, I chose it because it was my favorite cause. It fit well, which was strange. My hind end size was somewhere between a four and six ( I mentioned I was a little skinny, right ? ), and my breasts were 28, but somewhere between an A and B. Finding brassiere that fit me comfortably was difficult enough, but going shopping for swimwear was like finding Carmen Sandiego.

When I came out of the bathroom, Miriam was waiting for me by the room access to my bedroom. I stopped abruptly—too abruptly, actually, because the recession of her lips turned up."Fits perfect,"she said, and turned and a slow circle. It really did.

Once again, I led the way through the mansion. As I stepped outside, I nearly leapt out of my skin. The dogs were sitting at tending on the locoweed, just off the small patio. Their stare made me deeply uncomfortable, and then I realized : the tin whistle. Quickly, I stepped back inside, shut the door, ran upstairs, grabbed the whistle from where I'd left it on the bed, and returned.

"That's just creepy,"Miriam said."How'd they even know we were coming out this way ?"

I shrugged, trying to snub my misgivings."female parent said they're trained well,"I said, hoping that answered the question. I opened the door and stepped out, and Miriam followed, shutting the door behind her. We still had a few more hours of daylight left, and I really wanted to spend it at the pool, so again I shoved my trouble aside and started down the path to the pool. As we went, the dogs flanked us and kept rate, the Shepherd a slight ahead, the Rottweiler a little bottom. When we got to the pool, I unlatched the logic gate, ushered Miriam through, and latched it behind us. I didn't dubiety that these dog could assoil the fence if properly motivated, but they seemed depicted object to depart us be. In fact, when I made a shooing motion to them, they trotted off like normal dogs. I shrugged. Weird.

For an hour or two, I can't be indisputable, Miriam and I splashed, floated, and swam, talking about university, our household, and even quizzing each other on the art chronicle material we were supposed to be studying in the first station. As it turned out, despite our different raising, we both had a lot of the same trouble, top among them not having control over our lives. She was worried that she'd end up stuck in a boring college townsfolk with no outlook, and I was worried that my family would basically sell me out to the gamey bidder like a prized mare. We also shared interest in art and had standardised tastes in music and movies. One thing that set Miriam apart, however, was her confidence and forwardness.

"You're pretty,"she said as we rested our limb on the kitty deck."You know that, right ?"

"Sure,"I said, not really believing it. I mean, I knew I could be seen as worthy. Boys in heights shoal had made that abundantly clear. But to high-school male child a loaf of cabbage was worthy, so I hadn't put lots stakes in their judgment. Now, I may have mentioned this in the first place, but I'm no dumbbell. When Miriam said I was pretty, I knew what she meant, but I didn't really cognize what to take a leak of it. Still, something in my tummy stirred, and I started to find warm.

"I mean it,"she said.

"I know you do,"I said. That sounded cold. I didn't signify it to sound like that."But, um, how ?"I added."Like, what do you mean, exactly ?"

She hadn't stopped smiling at me, and I was wondering if there was any possible way I could upset her. Not that I wanted to.

"Just like…"she seemed to me looking for the words."Like the way you carry yourself. You know who you are. It's like you got it all figured out."

What ? Was she kidding ?"You're joking,"I said.

She chuckled a trivial."I mean, no,"she said."No one's got it all figured out. Except maybe your mom—that cleaning lady makes me afraid."

"Join the club,"I said.

"I just intend, you carry yourself well,"she said."And bury today, right ? Today's been kind of a shit show for you. But you're normally not as awkward as you think you are."

"well, thanks,"I said."So that's what's pretty to you ? Feigned confidence ?"

She grinned a niggling."Sure,"she said."That and a cute short butt."

I felt a pinch on my hindquarters, yelped, and let go of the wall. For a second, I sank, but when I emerged, sputtering, she was right there, just inches from my face, laughing and holding onto the wall, trying not to dip. I started laughing, too, but mostly because I was nervous. This girl, this amazing, beautiful girl with perfect skin and a smile that shone like the sun, was hitting on me. I had no theme what to do. Was it potential that I could be into missy ? Oh, Mother would pour down me.

"And I do enjoy that smile,"she said, and then kissed me. I melted.

It would be a in effect death.

I must induce blacked out for a second, because she pulled away far too soon. She looked at me inquisitively."Yes ?"she asked."No ?"

"Yes ? No ?"I parroted back.

"Dinner ?"she said, with a chuckle.

"Right,"I said. food for thought was the furthest thing from my idea."Yes ?"

"poise,"she said, pulling herself from the piddle. The sun was starting to go down, and the air was getting a little chilly, but only enough to make her hide prickle.

I followed her out and we spent a minute toweling off. She was looking at me, I knew, but for reasons I can't explain, I tried to keep my oculus off of her. Instead, I looked around for the dogs. The Rottweiler was standing maybe a c time away toward the Confederate States of America side of the house. The shepherd was standing near the door closest to us at the NE niche. They were both staring at us.

"I wish they wouldn't do that,"I said.

"Do what ?"Miriam said.

I pointed to the shepherd, but he had found something to sniff. The Rottweiler, too, had busied himself studying a smear on the sess."Huh,"I said."Never mind."

Once again, the click escorted us as we went between the house and the pool, and I got the feeling that Miriam wasn't the only one watching my rump. I gripped the whistle with a tremendous sense of uneasiness, but I wasn't about to say anything about it because I thought I'd sound paranoiac. When we reached the house, however, I locked the room access and looked out the glass battery-acid. The hot dog sat for a present moment, their eye on us, and then went about their business.

Rather than cook, we decided to order pizza. There was one place in town that would place a device driver all the way up to the household, so while Miriam went to interchange out of her swimwear, I called the shop. When I was done, I went to my way and changed into some sweat pants and a loose-ish flannel shirt. It would be time to study, and I concentrated better when I was comfortable.

When I returned downstairs, I saw that Miriam felt the same way, though what she found comfortable was baggy flannel trouser and a t-shirt that was almost big decent to be a tunic. The sun was just going down, and I realized I should probably feed the dogs. I excused myself and fetched the two big trough that had come with the doghouses. I filled them up in the kitchen, grabbed the whistle, and left through the lift door.

The frankfurter materialized immediately. I had gotten about halfway to the car park when I got a unearthly feeling. I looked down, but the dogs were just staring expectantly up at their nutrient bowls. Right, I thought. Of course they're staring at me.

I set the bowling ball down next to each of their houses and said,"Are you boys hungry ?"They wagged their tails in response, and I relaxed a little. Maybe my misgivings were due to the fact that I was rarely comfortable around new mass, and these dogs were certainly new and unexpected. But, then, they were hot dog. Mother said they were well trained, and I had a pennywhistle and a inclination of command, which I reminded myself to learn with me when the pizza pie guy arrived. What could possibly go wrong ?

I looked down at their tags for their public figure. Max was the Shepherd, which made sense, I guess. But the Rottweiler was called Chester Alan Arthur. variety of a Weird name for a guard dog, but whatever.

When the hot dog began to eat and I saw to it that they had water, I headed back inside, waiting until I had disappeared around the side of the theatre to turn my back on them. I walked quickly, but it didn't matter. Despite my distrust, they hadn't pursued. Still, I locked the door and gave a second glance back through the glassful. Nothing. I really was getting paranoid.

I found Miriam in the living way. She had the art history texts piled next to the coffee table, and had put our class notes on top. For a few minutes, we got down to business organisation, and then the intercommunication system beeped. I hopped up and ran to the door. Pressing the push button, I said,"Hello !"

"Pizza,"the saving guy said, sounding moderately stoned.

"Ok,"I said, pressing the push button to open the logic gate."driving force up to the front man room access, but remain in the car. We have new dogs."

"Uh… ok,"he said."indisputable thing."

I grabbed the leaning of control and the whistling and opened the front door. Sure enough, the dogs had flanked the car, and the pizza pie guy, who I recognized as being a younger guy from my former high shoal, sat firmly in the driver's hind end looking sufficiently intimidated.

I looked at the lean."Max. Chester A. Arthur,"I said. They turned their headspring toward me."Komm hier."

They instantly left the car and came to my side. red cent, it really worked. I was impressed. Granted, that was an easy instruction ; I could've said the same affair in English.

The pizza guy popped his door give a crack."Can I come out now ?"

"Setzen,"I said. The hound sat. Ok, good. Now came the part where I hoped I didn't screw up the pronunciation."Bleib,"I said, drawing out the word as I would in English as I stepped away from them and toward the car. I turned to the pizza guy and said,"Yeah, it's ok."They stayed with not even a muscle twitch as the guy got out of the car.

"Hey,"he said.

"Hey,"I said.

"You talk German ?"he asked.

I snorted."No way,"I said, holding up the paper with the commands."How'd you know what voice communication it was ?"

He sniffed."My great-grandma spoke it,"he said.

"Neat,"I said.

"Yeah,"he said."But she died when I was ten."

"I'm sorry,"I said.

"It's ok,"he said.

My center went to the cubicle soft caseful of pizza in the dorsum derriere of his Honda, and when he saw me looking, he jerked as if soul had surprised him."You ok ?"I asked as he tried to open the arse rider door.

"Yeah,"he said, finally yanking the room access open."It just sticks sometimes."He pulled our pizza out of the case and handed it to me.

I handed him the John Cash, and said,"bread and butter the change."

"Thanks,"he said. His centre went to the andiron again, and I followed his gaze. They weren't watching him. They were watching me."See you around, I guess."

"Yeah,"I said."See you."

With that, he got back in the car and drove away. On the way back inside, I felt the frank watching me. When I was back inside, Miriam was waiting by the door.

"Those hot dog are seriously weird,"she said.

"I know,"I said."But they're obedient, at least."

dinner was unceremonious. We ate in the living way and grilled each other on the study materials. We got a lot done, which was a surprise to me, because the longer we went on, the more difficult I found it to rivet. I could think dates and figure, artist and drift, but in Miriam's fellowship I also remembered the candy kiss. Soon, it's all I could recall.

Eventually, I had to stop, feigning tiredness. It's wasn't even that late, only nine o'clock, so I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie.

"Sure,"she said."What'd you have in nous ?"

I didn't know, and it didn't topic. I just needed something to get my mind off the kiss. I didn't know what to do about it. Had she expected me to reciprocate ? Was it a friendly candy kiss ? She had commented on my butt, though, which I felt her watching as we climbed the stairs again.

The TV was in my room, and I had a bookshelf stuffed with videodisk. Miriam went to it and spent a twosome minute of arc browsing the ***********ion. It was an art-house picture about a girl who was from an ultra-religious kin and was just about to go to college. I had seen it about a one hundred times before. nearly of the clock time, I would kind of ignore the first-class honours degree part where her buddy seduces her. It got a bit racy at times, but had clearly been dialed back from the film director's original purpose in order to crap it to the moving picture festivals. The arcsecond half was where I had always found myself sitting a petty straighter and worrying that other people might feel me sweating. Tonight, instead of sweating, I agreed and relaxed, sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard. It was nice to know another girl thought the way I did about this movie.

The movie started, and Miriam lay on her tum with her head at the groundwork of the bed so she was closer to the screen. As I said, I usually didn't pay a great deal care to the beginning of the celluloid. It wasn't that incestuous themes bothered me. They were simply emblematic of … something. ( I made a mental note to look it up. ) It's just that I had always found the brother's girlfriend much more scheme. She kind of reminded me of Miriam, now that I thought about it. Miriam.

And that's why I found myself paying attention to the number one half this time. Miriam was here. On my bed. Turns out, the brother-sister relationship wasn't as bad as I remember—still not as interesting as the second half, but not bad. And then came the divine revelation with all those Polaroids : the lost sexual love, the girl at Christian church ingroup. It was heartbreaking. I tried not to cry, and did a pretty skilful job, but I sniffled and Miriam turned her head.

She must birth seen my aspect because she rolled over and sat up."What's the topic ?"she asked.

"zilch,"I lied.

She took my paw and I pulled them away."Dee ! What's going on with you ?"I looked at her middle and felt hot tears running down my face.

"I like you,"I said.

"Uh, ok ?"

"You know what I mean,"I sobbed into my hands.

"Oh,"she said."Oh, diddly. I had no idea it would be so hard on you. And, well, I thought you knew."

I peeked through my fingerbreadth like a child."Knew ?"

"About me,"she said.

"I did,"I said."Suspected."

She took my hands and held them in hers."And you brought me up here for the weekend as a acquaintance ?"

I nodded.

"Because you didn't know about your own feelings."

I nodded again, and she scooted a bit closer and wiped the tear from my impertinence. For a minute, there was only the auditory sensation of the movie in the background, a rising musical score and the sound of lovemaking. I glanced at the TV. The inaugural half of the picture was rich than I remember. The sounds of moaning filled the way, and the fatuity of the situation hit me, and I started to laugh, first with bittersweet chortle, but then with wracking belly laughs as Miriam joined me.

When she kissed me, I melted again and felt cacoethes fusillade inside me like a balloon. It spread through my body, and rather than just letting her kiss me, I put my arms around her and kissed back. Her soft lips grappled with mine, and I felt my heart racing. Against my hands, her back curved and arched, and I pulled her to me. She finally put her branch around me, admittedly a lot lower than I'd expected, and instead of having dubiety, I let her strong limb pull me even closer, so I was straddling her second joint and she was straddling mine. Our bodies came together, my breather left me, and I pulled my lips from hers for a moment.

"Everything okeh ?"Miriam asked, taking a bridge player from the minuscule of my spine and running her finger tips over my cheek. I was no expert in love, but I could smell out the longing in Miriam's consistence, held at bay by what I hoped was respect.

"Better than okay,"I said."I just needed to catch my breath."

"This is your first fourth dimension making out with a girl."

"With anyone."

"Should we slow down ?"Miriam asked. I felt a swelling of joy at being proven right. It was respect. I wasn't just another missy to her, and that fact only made me need her more.

"No,"I said, kissing her neck and eliciting a soft sigh.

"Are you sure ?"she said, her tone slightly more grave. She needn't have asked, though. I knew what she meant. If we continued, neither of us would be able-bodied to stop.

"Yes,"I hissed into her ear, and ran my lips down her jaw until I felt her body tense ever so slightly. I kissed the spot, and she moaned and returned her hand to the humble of my back.

As our backtalk met again, I felt her hands press gently but firmly, pulling me closelipped, but also lowering my rosehip onto her thigh. Even through her pants and my own, the high temperature of her body radiated between my stage, and I felt a loose, warm sensation flood my body. I'd felt it before, of course, but this was different, more intense, more complete. I dragged my crotch against her thigh and gasped for breather. Miriam released the pressure on my hips and I slid back down. The spunk had been lit, and all that was left was to give the flame of passionateness a chance to catch.

Her hands slither further down over my hindquarters, and pulled me up her thigh again. The ardour went wild. I no longer needed the encouragement, but I let her keep grinding me against her because I loved the way her digit dug into my butt. Soon, though, it was toilsome to think about anything other than the growing heat between my legs, and I felt my dead body learn over.

Her knife entwined with mine, and our operose ventilation almost drowned out the picture. I decided it was my good turn, and moved my hands down over Miriam's hips to her circle tooshie. There was pile to grab onto, and I pulled her onto my second joint. Instantly, I felt the heat of her against me, and I knew this was in good order. She had been waiting, of trend, and needed no boost. What I didn't expect was how much her grinding would affect me. I felt dizzy.

I was so focused on the sensation of her tail in my hands, that I didn't card her hands moving up until her fingers were against the skin under my shirt. I must have jerked in surprise, because she paused for a second and pulled her lips from mine. But I couldn't help it. I wanted more. I kissed her again, and pressed her hips hard against my thigh, and she groaned in pleasure.

Her hands continued up my back, past my shoulder blades, igniting footling fires on their way. And when I thought she was going to stop, she kept on going, ever upward, hooking her fingers through the neck of my shirt. I hadn't buttoned it up all the way, and when I raised my weaponry somewhat grudgingly from her rear, the whole thing slipped right off. I had my bra on, so I didn't feel too naked, and she didn't seem to mind—just soaked me up with her eyes. And when she looked to me, she just raised her arms straight above her fountainhead expectantly with a mischievous grin.

I couldn't help giggling, and soon neither could she. We tried once to stop, but when I snorted trying to concur it back, we broke down again. When at last our laughter subsided, she raised up her arms again. Looking her in the optic, I ran my hands up her hips and hesitated a moment before continuing. And when I did, the fogginess of her skin ran under my finger's breadth like silk. It was perfect tense. Up my hands went, not up her back, as she had done with me, but along her incline. I reached the post where my fingers should have run against her bra, but found only liquid skin. Still looking me in the eye, her eyes gleamed. I swallowed, and continued up until the shirt was pulled up over her nous, but not off.

"Hey !"she giggled, the shirt blinding her.

The truth is, I didn't want her to see my reaction. What if her dumbbell had been ugly ? They weren't, of course. They were sodding. I reached out and took one in each hand, and she froze.

"fountainhead, feel justify to, uh, finger freely,"she said."I'll just be here, blind."

I did just that. I'd never touched another girl's white meat before, and now I was wondering why I had waited so long. I ran my fingers over every in, and watched in delight as Miriam's responded. number one was her breath spotting in her throat, to release in a sigh. And then, as I explored her hardened nipples, her grinding against my thigh began anew. Finally, I reached up and pulled the T-shirt off her head and, before she could react, kissed her again. I felt her hands on my spinal column, and before I knew what she was doing, she had my bra off. Now, skin against cutis, we stoked the flak once again.

I must have been love drunk, because in my zealousness I lost my balance. With a shared screaming of pleasant surprise, we fell to the bed. Our legs were still entwined, and I felt Miriam's bridge player firmly on my butt again, pressing me against her and sending a wave of pleasure rolling through my body. Her hands smoothed up my spinal column, but when they returned, her fingerbreadth slid underneath not just my loose sweat pants, but my scanty, as well, with her pollex hooked on the outside.

"Dee, are you—"she started.

"Fuck it,"I said, and arched my butt up, giving her all the elbow room she needed.

Miriam, slid her body down under mine and I felt my pants and panties slip down to my knees, ankle, and then heard the slender rustle as they fell of the bed and onto the floor. My mind was spinning. Was this really happening ? Was I really naked in bed with another girlfriend ? It felt right, but was it ? Hot breather on my breast, and then a suction wetness at my nipple was enough to click me out of it. It was so, so right. I shuddered in pleasure, and heard a groan of pleasure in the backbone of my throat.

"Oh, god, Miriam,"I whispered."I—"

But she took my other mamilla between her lips, flicking her spit against the tip, and the relaxation of the words came out as ABCs soup. The electric car feeling of her kisses and nibbles only added to my desire, and I drove my own hands to her waistline. She barely had meter to cabbage up her hips before I had peeled off her sweatpants as if shucking corn.

I dove back on top of her, but she rolled of top of me with her second joint between mine. When she leaned forward, it was just her smooth hide against my aching sex, and I whimpered in delight.

"God, Dee, your pussy is soaking,"she said, barely able to bear her excitement.

I looked down and saw the snail's trail I'd left against her mocha skin, and then realized that she had been holding herself away from me. I suspected she did it not to spook me."It's all your fault,"I said, kissing her."What about yours ?"

She pulled away and knelt next to me. Gently, she took my hand. I felt myself shaking, and she must birth, too, because she put her former paw on my tummy to calm me. She looked me in the eyes, and I nodded. She guided my hired hand between her legs."My what ?"

"Your…"I had heard the word of honor a 1000 times, but never used it before. I'd never been in a position where it seemed right."Pussy."

She placed my hand against her suave labia, and my middle finger lay along the part in the folding. It took only a moment to feel the hot wetness coming from her.

"Oh my god,"I said.

Miriam started moving my hand against her slit, and it didn't take me long to figure out what she liked. Soon enough, I was moving and exploring on my own. For a min, all I could look at was my hand fondling and teasing her hot mound. I could hardly believe I it, but was surprised how natural it felt. I curled my finger's breadth and made assuage circles around her clit, and felt her printing press against my hand.

"Harder,"she pleaded.

"Harder ?"I finally looked up to her face.

She smiled through her ecstasy."You won't break me,"she said.

I pressed harder, and she groaned in pleasure, biting her lower lip and making little circles with her hips. Her breathing became ragged, and I knew that she would come soon. Her hand, which had rested on my tummy to calm me, now turned south, sliding past my belly button, over my pubic bone, and then to its ultimate name and address. Fireworks went off behind my center and I heard myself whimper again. Miriam's digit scratched the itch that I could never look to reach, and arched my hip joint off the bed and against her hand.

As consumed by pleasure as I was, I was still odd, and now that my in-between digit was thoroughly slippery, I decided now was the meter. I slipped my digit into her, slowly at initiative. Immediately, her pussy gripped it.

"Oh diddlysquat !"Miriam breathed."Yes !"

She was burning up inside, and soaking wet. I started moving my digit in and out, and as I did, felt up my own X rise, pushing me closer toward sexual climax. Miriam started to bait my finger, bucking up and down in the Saame rhythm her finger's breadth used to run circles around my clit. I knew what I liked, and hoped she would wish it, too. Curling my middle finger's breadth inside of her, I let it slide against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a hard fourth dimension keeping her attention on my pussy, but I didn't mind.

Suddenly, she tensed, her pussy gripped my finger, and she clamped both of her hands over mine.

"ass !"Miriam groaned, shaking."piece of ass, Dee ! I'm coming !"

My heart jumped. I had made another girl come, and as she shook, her juice soaked my hand. I looked up at her and thought how beautiful she was. How strange was it, though, that only a few hour earlier, the thought of making dear to another girl in my bed would have been frightening and alien. Had we moved too fast ? When Miriam let go of my hired hand, I eased my fingers from between her legs and regarded the trickery that coated them. In a bit of unguarded peculiarity, I brought them to my sass and tasted her. Salty, sweet, tangy : it wasn't too bad. I thought to myself, I could get used to this.

Miriam collapsed with her school principal on my thigh. She was still breathing tough, and with a warm feeling in my abdomen I thought, I did that. I was so used to being a prop in my family's machination, it had never really occurred to me that I could have that upshot on someone.

"Hey,"Miriam said, and I realized she had been speaking to me.

"Huh ?"

"You're up in your head again,"she said.

"Sorry."

She smiled at me."It's fine, Dee,"she said."It's a lot to accept in."

"Oh,"I said, realizing the misinterpretation."No, no. I'm dealing with this just fine."

A glimmer entered her eyes."Are you now…"she said.

"Yeah,"I said."No job whatsoever."

She kissed my thigh near my knee joint."I'm sword lily,"she said."I was a piffling worried."

"Why ?"I asked.

Miriam kissed my thigh again, higher up, closelipped to my hips."Well, you know how it is,"she said."You touch a girl."Another kiss, higher up."She takes you back to her place."Another buss, this metre just below my pelvis."You kiss her."Her next kiss landed farther down, back down toward my knee, but on the inside of my thigh.

"Uh…"I breathed.

"You make out,"she said, planting a wet warmly kiss squarely on the inside of my thigh.

My torso began to tingle, and my hired hand started to tremble."Uh huh."

"And before you know it, she's making you cum,"she said. This next kiss was so heights up on the inside of my second joint that the breath from her pry washed across my pussycat."Know what I mean ?"

My jaw was quaking so bad, I couldn't speak, so when she looked up at me from between my wooden leg, I just shook my head.

When I felt her hot tongue against my labia, my toes curled and skin prickled. I squeaked,"Miri."

She didn't answer, though. Her tongue had already gone to process. And work it did. Never in my life sentence had I felt anything like the pleasure her tongue was giving me now. It slid along my labia, dipping occasionally between the sheepfold. Her lips sucked and nibbled gently at whatever they could snap up clasp of, and the electricity radiating up from my pot began to satiate my dresser. My body took over, and I arched my hips off the bed. She stayed with me, and soon enough her tongue flicked my clit.

"Oh god, Miri !"I cried out as electric ripples of pleasure washed through me. I must have been afraid I'd fly off the bed, because I gripped the bedsheets with my hands.

Miriam's tongue kept lashing at my clit, sending me in high spirits and higher. And then I felt her finger come in me. I bucked and whimpered and cursed and called out her name. Her second finger slid inside me, and I felt as if I would explode. And then I did. With a squeal and spasm of pleasure I came."I'm coming ! Oh god, Mirish, I'm coming !"I squealed as if it weren't obvious.

She groaned in pleasure as my second joint clamped onto her head, and together we rode the wave of orgasm. When at finish my soundbox went slack and my legs allowed her head to displace, she removed her fingers from me. I felt her motility next to me and put an arm over my belly.

I turned my head to face up her, and she kissed me. It wasn't the initiatory time I'd ever tasted myself, but it was by far the advantageously, and I savored it. After a while, we lay back and were still. I had no idea what Miriam was thinking, but as for me, I was just soaking it all up. A big part of me wanted to worry. My life would be different now. It would give to be. I wouldn't be able to keep this a hugger-mugger forever, and when Mother found out, there would be hell to pay. But as it was, in the afterglow, I felt ready to pay it a 1000 times over. If I knew then what was to descend, I might deliver thought differently. Or maybe not.

"So, what do you think ?"Miriam asked, finally breaking the secrecy and my musing.

"About ?"I said, rolling on my side to look her. I had missed something she said again. I had to blockade doing that.

"Sleeping together,"she said flicking her fingertip gently against my nipple. I hissed as my torso flared with desire.

"Are you worried I'm afraid of the night ?"I teased.

"Oh, no,"she said with a grin, brushing her fingertips tantalizingly down her slope and hip, drawing my attention to her staring mocha coffee pelt."I know you're not."

She was right. And anyway, there are more important affair to be afraid of.

*****

The succeeding sunrise was bliss. Waking up with my look buried in the crook of Miriam's cervix was a surprise, but neither unpleasant nor unwelcome. My arm draped over her waistline, soaking up her warmness. Her hips pressed back into mine, making my belly tingle at the memory of what we had done the night before.

It all seemed like such a blur, and though I worried that we had moved too fast, the serenity of this minute told me otherwise. Out of curio, my hand stirred seeking answer, and was rewarded with warm smooth skin all the way up and all the way down. Miriam mumbled and shifted, pressing her coxa more firmly against mine, but didn't viewing. My retentiveness, however, did.

A kiss. A pinch. Warm backtalk and a hot tongue. electrical energy. I remembered it all, piece by musical composition. My fingerbreadth twitched as they recalled the sensation of her pussy clamping down around them. And then I felt a surge of slick warmth radiating from my belly as I remember seeing her looking me in the center as her sassing and tongue brought me to orgasm.

As I was engrossed in these view, my fingers found their way to the cleft between her legs. When I became cognizant of what I was doing, I stopped. Slowly, I raised my head and peeked at her face. She was still asleep. I'd always thought about what it would be like to come alive up to some imaginary beau fucking me, but I could never really fancy it, maybe, in retrospect, because the idea of having a fellow was not terribly interesting to me. The idea persisted, though, and I now wondered if Miriam would appreciate or be repulsed by it.

I decided to go slowly.

Softly brushing my helping hand up her tummy to her bosom, I cupped one in my deal. Miriam let out a cushy sigh. I ran my fingers around her curing nipple, and I could pick up her breathe more heavily through her nose. I did the like to her former white meat, and when her hips pushed back against me, I scooted slightly away, allowing her to roll onto her back. I figured if anything would rouse her up, it would be this, but Miriam was a heavy sleeper.

Tentatively, I licked at her nipple once, twice, and then began running round around it. I saw her backtalk function as if to say something, but only a pleasured sigh came out. My deal traveled back down her tum and hesitated just above her mound. When I did move my finger over Miriam's labia, her breathing became deep and ragged. Her stage parted slightly, and I began to rub gently, just to see how yearn it would consider for her to heat up. But she still didn't wake up, so I decided I would give in and return the favor she had given me finish night.

Ever so slowly, I got up and crawled between her leg, kneeling there for a second before I leaned in. My mind yoke. The last meter I'd seen another womanhood's sex up close was when I was being born, and I doubt anyone present was having nearly such a good time. I wetted my lips and started with a kiss. Her scent made something inside of me shiver with delight. I kissed every division of her pussy that I could reach with just my back talk, and then I stuck out my tongue and tasted her. It knocked the wind out of me, it really did. Whatever lingering uncertainty or inhibitions I had were blown away. But I only got about three of four more licks in before I saw her raise her head.

"Hm ?"Miriam slurred groggily."What the—"

I licked again, as a question.

"Oh, yesss…"she moaned."Please yes."

I felt her fingers in my hair, and knew I'd chosen wisely. Now, all cautiousness and simulation gone, I started in on her. I didn't really know how to go down on a girl, but I figured I knew what I liked, so I'd beginning there. Constant easy tongue flicking and aristocratic sucking seemed to be a good outset, but I felt her adhesive friction my head.

"Harder,"she said, her voice strained."I want it harder."

Harder it was. My clapper flicked and circled her clitoris in rapid attack while my lips threatened to nibble her labia completely off. She grunted and pressed my human face into her.

"Yes !"she moaned."roll in the hay. Yesssssss !"

Miriam raised her hips off the bed, grinding her twat against my back talk, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head in ecstasy. I slid one finger and then two into her, and she bucked against them. When I started thrusting them in and out of her, she cried out and cursed.

My natural language was battering her clit so hard and riotous I thought that either might have come flying out of us at any moment. But then she came. Her legs were much solid than they looked, and when they clamped around my head, I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out. She hollered, bucked, whimpered, and then eventually went falling off.

I pulled myself up until I was kneeling again so I could catch my breath. I even ignored the mix of my spittle and her juices dripping off my chin.

"Damn, Dee,"she said, coming around at close."You really know how to wake a lady friend up."

"well, I couldn't just have you lying around all morning,"I said."We have work to do."

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And we did do work.

We took a shower, made dearest, showered again, fed the dogs, and ate breakfast first, but we did do study. In fact, between the bouts of kissing, we were actually very productive. We were so productive that, after an early dinner, we decided we could engage the total eve off of studying and slow down in the pool.

We changed back into our bathing causa, and I grabbed a brace of beers from the fridge. It was getting cooler into the evening, but not uncomfortably so. Regardless, we each took a bathrobe, just in typeface. On the way out, I remembered the whistle and the command sheet, tucking them into the pockets of my robe.

As before, Max and King Arthur escorted us to the syndicate. It still creeped me out a niggling, but I had to admit that their brass was telling. And now that I knew their names, they didn't seem so threatening.

Miriam set the beers down on the deck next to the mope and said,"That's really hard to get used to."

"Huh ?"I said. She nodded toward Max and Arthur.

The dogs sat just on the other side of the heyday garden that ringed the pool on the far face of the fence. Their stare was unnerving, but I realized I hadn't fed them.

"I'll be right hand back,"I said."I think they're hungry."

I tried to train a cutoff across the voiced grass, but Max and Chester Alan Arthur seemed insistent that I take the garden route. It was weird, I thought, that they should be dictating the prescript to me, but maybe they had been trained to go on those they were guarding to well-lit domain. I got to their feeding expanse, and when I bent down to get their intellectual nourishment, I felt something nudge my butt. I looked back and saw Max poking his long snout against my bottom, sniffing.

"Hey !"I said sternly, turning around."Knock it off."

He ignored me and, now that I was facing him, nuzzled through the front of the robe. I gasped as his low temperature nozzle pressed against the slight peel of my bathing wooing. For maybe a burst back I thought of letting him stay, but then again what was I thinking ! ? I pulled the whistling from the air hole of my robe, but I didn't even need to use it. As soon as they saw it make out out, both dogs were sitting at attention.

"That's better,"I said, as if they could empathise me."Don't get any big ideas."

I fed them quickly, and as they began eating, I hurried back toward the puddle. On my way, I was haunted by the thought that I would even entertain the idea of letting a dog salt lick me. It was a dog. But that hot breath from his nozzle had felt jolly nice. No ! It. Was. A. Dog. Gross !

After latching the gate and testing it, I sat down in the lounger with my gown still on and my arms across my pectus. Miriam, not oblivious to my organic structure language, asked,"Dee, are you ok ?"

"I'm fine,"I said. When she raised an eyebrow and nodded toward me huddling in my robe, I added,"Those domestic dog freak me out a little."

"right hand ?"

"Anyway,"I said, taking a deep breath and shedding my robe."I could go for a dip."

I popped spread out our beers, and for almost an hour, we floated and talked. We talked a little about where we were from and what our kinfolk were similar, but mostly we talked about love and how unknown it can be. As the night went on, the air got cooler and the pond started to feel too cold.

"You wan na go back in ?"Miriam asked.

I smiled and said I had something better in mind.

The hot tub was at the corner of the consortium field farthest from the household and shielded from view by a strong wall on the outside, trellises wooden-headed with morning glories on the side of meat facing the firm, and a roof that protected the area from rain. On the solid wall was a switch that turned on a 1 command overhead lamp. Along this wall were also hooks on which we hung our robe while waiting for the water to heat up. When we finally got in, I instantly relaxed. Miriam, too, let out a yearn sigh of pleasure.

"Dee, this is astonishing,"she said, her head tilted back and resting on the edge of the hot tub."These flowers smell awesome. I can't believe you live like this."

"You should see my parents'mansion,"I said, still feeling self-conscious."It makes this position feeling like a cottage. Anyway, it probably won't last."

"You mean your mom's plan to marry you off to some rich jerk ?"she said.

I nodded."That and…"I looked at her long enough that she got the gist.

"I…"she said."I thought this might induce fuss. I'm sorry."

"You knew ?"

"I could tell when I met your mom, yeah,"she said.

"And you didn't care ?"

"I did care,"Miriam said, flustered."I do."

I laughed and leaned back against the edge of the tub."I don't,"I said.

"What ?"

"I don't precaution,"I said."They can disown me if they want. I'm going to exist my life the way I want. If it costs me all of this, I'm ok with that."

Miriam looked confused for the first clip in as long as I'd known her."Is that the true statement ?"she asked.

"It is,"I said. And then the reality of the office dawned on me and I chuckled and shook my promontory."It really is."

The next thing I knew, Miriam was straddling me, her backtalk pressed against mine. Our spit danced. men roamed over wet flesh, and soon enough we were both panting for breathing spell. With a tug, she untied my top and then pulled it from my body, letting it float away. I did the same to hers and then clamped my rima oris to her nipple.

"Ugggghhhhh yeah !"she moaned as I let passion extend me from one nipple to the former, and then back again.

Miriam pushed away from me, but as she drifted away, her finger snagged the strings that tied my bed together, and in an flash, they were off and floating away. She removed her own bed and then snagged my legs, dragging them up from the prat of the hot tub and propping them up on her shoulders. With her head just at the story of the body of water, she began moving back toward me, wedging my legs spread out with her face. Unlike the previous Night, there was no hesitation. Her sassing and tongue hit me instantly, and I groaned. She dipped her lingua into me, and I had to get the picture the side of the hot tub to keep the top of me from slipping down into the body of water. Her tongue swirled upward until it ran frenetic roofy around my clit.

"Fuck, Mirish,"I cried out."Fuck !"

But then her lingua stopped and her body went rigid. I lifted my chief to see what was unseasonable, but she only stared over my berm. When I turned, I saw Max the Shepherd standing at attending just a few feet from the tub. My peg fell from Miriam's shoulders.

"How'd he get in here ?"she asked quietly.

"I don't know,"I said. I looked around, but couldn't see the gate through the trellis of morning glories.

"Where's the other one ?"Miriam said.

Arthur was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't mean value much. There was a lot we couldn't see.

"What should we do ?"I asked.

"They're your dogs, Dee,"Miriam said."You tell me."

I thought for a moment, but my point was still clouded by luxuria and the heat from the tub."Ok, well, first we need to get the tin whistle and bid sheet from my robe,"I said."But Max is between us and them."

"Ok,"Miriam said, standing and starting to climb out of the hot tub."No problem. I'll just—"Max uttered a low growling that sent Miriam retreating back into the pool."Alright… uh… you try it."

"He probably just thought you were hurting me,"I said. And then to Max, trying to break the tension, I added,"Hey, bud. mamma and, uh, mamma were just wrestling."The dog cocked his psyche to one side. I turned to Miriam."See ? No problem."

I climbed cautiously from the hot tub and shuffled around the big shepherd, noticing once again how his eyes seemed glued to my nether realm. I reached the robe and grabbed the theme and whistling from the pocket, but in the process, I turned my back on Max. Immediately, he jumped on my back, and in my affright, I slipped and was dragged down. The whistle flew out of my hands, bounced off the wall and skittered into the float pool. With the piddle drained, it would still work, but the paper landed in the tub.

"Use the program line !"I pleaded with Miriam, terrified that Max was going to kill me, but it was no use. She held up the newspaper publisher. The ink had already run and was illegible, and after trying to unfold it, the theme began to deplumate. I struggled and finally got back to my hired hand and knees, but I soon realized that's where Max wanted me all along. Miriam's nerve told me she could see the Same thing."Get the whistling ! Get him off me !"

I began to panic and struggle, but Max growled in a way that immobilise my muscles and nearly immobilize my blood.

"Please !"I whispered to Miriam.

She nodded and leapt from the tub. In an instant, Arthur was blocking her way of life, growling. She tried to change by reversal and fly back to the safety of the water, but slipped and fell. She tried scuttling backward, not for a moment taking her middle off the Rottweiler, but a growl from him block her just as Max's had frozen me. She shook in threat as the dog approached, but instead of tearing at her physical body, he simply sniffed.

Meanwhile, Max was getting restless, shifting from slope to side and seemingly trying to push me forward. I tried to move with him, but he growled. I felt something poke my hip and looked underneath me. The sight took my hint away. Between Max's legs, a glistening red rod was beginning to peek from under his fur. His fidgetiness, I saw, was his clumsy thrusting at my still lubricated pussy.

"postponement,"I said, struggling."wait, wait, no."But I began to lose hope when I felt the tip of his glossy member slide effortlessly into me.

I lifted my head, but only found Miriam's face a puzzle of horror and confusion. She had a full slope view of what was happening, and by her face, I knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, my—"she started.

"GOD !"I shrieked. Max jammed the intact length of his cock into me in one mighty jabbing. The pain burned through me, but I found I had no voice to scream. There was no reprieve. Max began jackhammering his cock into me. Heat filled my boldness, and tears ran down my impudence."Ow ! Oh, god !"I whimpered as the sheepman fucked me."assistant meee !"

I was being raped—by a dog. veneration, disgust, despair, and craze coursed through me as Max thrust himself into me again and again. I wept from the hurting, but the humiliation was unfit. I could feel its dark tendrils winding around my soul.

I heard a struggle nearby and opened my optic despite the stinging teardrop. Arthur had Miriam backed up against the treillage and had buried his snoot between her legs. Over the wet slapping auditory sensation of my own violation, I started to hear the heavy lapping of a farseeing dog knife. Miriam was trying to push King Arthur away, and he seemed to tolerate and even make merry in the challenge, but when she smacked him on the head, he bared his tooth and snarled at her. Instinctively, Miriam's hands went to her pharynx to protect herself. When she made no more fuss, Arthur returned to his lapping.

"I'm sorry !"Miriam cried, and then vainly to Max, she added,"blockage hurting her !"

But something inside me, to my own disgust, had changed. The incessant ramming of Max's cock had stopped hurting so practically. I felt I could bear this, despite my repulsion, but I wasn't about to block off fighting. If I could just wriggle free of Max's hairgrip ... but it was no use. The more I struggled, the more his chela dug into my chassis. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Unh ! Make it stop !"I gasped."He's—unh ! —huge ! He's huge !"

Miriam panicked and tried to flee as I pleaded for Max to stop, but only was able to raise herself three in off the ground. Arthur put an end to her flight of stairs by clamping his jaws around her throat. Her center streamed tears as she sat back down.

Max felt mammoth inside me. At first, it had felt like somebody had rammed a white-hot flame salamander inside of me, but now that my gage had returned, the sense of fullness was unbelievable. This hirsute beast was stretching me more than I could have imagined, and, big of all, I think my consistence was starting to feel pleasance mix with the pain.

Miriam, too, had changed. As Arthur returned to lapping relentlessly at her kitty, I heard her breathing space quicken and then become raspy. She whimpered in fearfulness and groaned in disgust, but there was no denying the effect his lapping was having on her body. When she moved her deal to his point, Arthur looked up threateningly, but slowly, she began to stroke his mind, and Chester Alan Arthur went back to work on her.

"Noooo,"I groaned, feeling Max's speedy thrust of pleasure building to a crescendo. I cursed my body for betraying me."Don't afford up."

"I'm—I'm sorry, Dee,"Miriam panted."It's disgusting, but I just want it to be over. Oh GOD !"

"Are you ok ? !"

"He just stuck his knife inside me !"she moaned."It's so long !"

I couldn't see much from where I was because President Arthur's back end was blocking my sight. Curiosity prevailed, and I sunk down to my cubital joint. This only served to raise my keister higher in the air and earmark Max full admittance, but at this point Miriam was flop : capitulation was the only option. Hanging my pass down, I could see Arthur's knife lapping at Miriam's kitty-cat, occasionally dipping rich beneath her soaking wet crease and causing her to whoosh in loth pleasure.

As for me, Max's rapid-fire pounding finally had the effect that I feared.

"Oh, Jesus !"I hollered as my body clenched."Oh god oh god oh god. No no no no no !"

"What's going on ?"Miriam said, her part concerned but far away.

"He's making me arrive !"galvanic raptus uncoiled and I found my body pressing back into Max's assaulting shaft. But he didn't stay or even slow down, and I felt another orgasm brewing oceanic abyss within me with each of his body rocking thrusts."piece of ass fuck screw !"

"Oh, my god !"Miriam whimpered."I can't believe this is happening."

She was still scared and disgusted, and so was I, but I could barely see her. My center rolled back in my head and I felt my jaw slacken. As I came a second time, I could only do oink and groan. The sullen tendrils of humiliation had begun wringing every drop of shame from my soul, and soon all that would be left would be carnal desire.

Soon after my sexual climax subsided, I felt something ram against my already stretched pussy. I looked underneath me and saw the egotistical Base of Max's cock trying to push its way into me. I made a groan of worry that turned into a shriek of surprise and pain as the sheepherder rammed it into me. As he continued to pierce, it threatened to force its way back out.

"No, no !"I pleaded."Wait. Stay."

Max didn't listen, so I reached back with one mitt and grabbed his rear pegleg to check him still. He was a big dog, so I had to attain back with my other mitt and take handgrip of his former rise up leg. I was capable to pull him against me and stop his thrust, but this meant that my face and dresser were pressed against the wet tile. The tumesce base of his cock stretched me past where I thought my breaking stage would be, but through the pain I could sense the swollen mass grinding against my g-spot.

"Oh… oh… uhn !"I groaned as I felt his hot seed filling me, unable to shed out."No, you fucking dog. Don't derive inside me."

"Oh shit !"I heard Miriam gasp.

"Wha…"I started, but stopped when I saw what was happening.

Arthur had stopped licking Miriam's pussy and was now standing before her growling the same deep growling that Max had used on me. I didn't know if Miriam could see it yet, but underneath him, the pink pointed tip of his dick had begun to emerge from his fur.

"What does he want from me ?"Miriam asked, terrified that if she didn't act quickly enough, Arthur would maul her.

"Uhn…"I moaned, my look pressed into the tile."He wants to… mmmn… to fuck."

Her face took on a look of confusion and repugnance, both at the prospect of letting an animal fuck her and at my seeming phlegm."No way !"

I wasn't indifferent, though. Maybe my nous had broken by Max's piece of ass, or maybe I was already broken, but my body craved more."Give him here,"I slurred as I felt a third orgasm brewing."I'll suck him off."

"How could you even think it ?"she said, her accusal snapping me temporarily out of my stupor.

"I'm already spoiled,"I said. We both looked at Arthur, who was also clearly not unbiassed."When I start on him, run for the pond and get the whistle."

"damn,"she said."Are you for certain ?"

"No,"I said."But what option do we have."

I made kissy dissonance at Arthur, and he turned my direction. I coaxed him over until his emerging shaft was in subdivision reach. I felt around underneath him, and eventually felt his jumbo slippery dick emerge from its hiding place. It radiated heat, and another part of my mind broke when I touched it. The blue tendrils of humiliation wrung out yet more shame as I began to stroke it gently in my script. Chester A. Arthur started pumping his coxa a lilliputian, and tiny drops of precum began dripping from the tip of his shaft onto the tile in front of my expression. He turned his psyche to front at me, and that's when Miriam bolted.

But Chester Alan Arthur was lightning fast. Miriam didn't even make it two stone's throw before he was on her. And this time there was no mercy. His strong forelegs folded her up at the midsection, forcing her to her hands and knees, and he drove his jumbo dripping member directly into her pussy.

"Aaaahhhnnn ! !"she yelled, her eyes blanket. Arthur, like his counterpart, didn't spare a moment getting to work. His forelegs tightened around Miriam's waist, and his hindquarters worked in a frenzy as he fucked his dupe."Aah god ! Ow ! Shit ! Ah ah ah ah !"

I could only watch out as the big Rottweiler dominated my new fan. Miriam wailed, begged, pleaded, and cursed as her sodding mocha colored breasts rippled and swayed with each dire thrust. Her call were so frantic that I thought Arthur was killing her, but when Miriam finally unclenched her optic, I saw the Saame glassy look of ecstasy that I had caused that same morning.

"Ho-holy shit !"Miriam moaned over the wet slapping sounds that filled the pocket-sized enclosure.

"Are you ok ?"I asked.

Miriam didn't flavor at me, but hung her headland down, bit her lip, and nodded. At the Sami time, I could finally sense the swollen base of Max's shaft finally set about to deflate, and aided by his slipperiness cum and my own, it started to sneak out of me. I grunted as it stretched me wide.

Miriam finally turned her head to depend at me, and I could see why she hadn't before. Her case was a screwed-up mix of pleasance, annoyance, and shame."What's improper ?"she gasped as Arthur's pounding continued.

"He's finally pulling out,"I said, and then felt the all-inclusive persona of him squeezing past the miserly entrance to my overstuffed pussy."Oh ! Ow ! Ow !"And then he was out all at once. A deluge of steaming hot cum poured out of me and toss off my legs and belly, splashing to the tile. I groaned a little in disgust at the sight and look of dog cum covering my body, but mostly at the sudden touch of being so, so empty. My yearning to be filled up again surprised me, and I might stimulate tried again had my soundbox not given out. I collapsed sideways onto the tile, where I watched Arthur pound away at my girlfriend.

Miriam had seen me collapse, and her eyes went wide. I followed her regard to where Max had situated himself in the street corner to solve himself clean, and I felt my own center widen. It was a miracle, I thought. There was no way that huge turncock could stimulate fit inside me. And yet, it had.

I turned my attention back to Miriam, whose whimpering told me she was approaching an unwilling orgasm. I struggled to my articulatio genus and scooted myself a short to the side, where I could see King Arthur's rooster jackhammering at her. If it were even potential, he was self-aggrandizing than Max. I crawled over to front Miriam and knelt in straw man of her.

"I'm—"she started, but squeaked. Her lip made a perfect O and her eyes sought mine."I'm coming."

"It's ok,"I said, stroking her cheek and wiping away her tears.

Miriam groaned, clenched her eye, and came.

And again, like Max, Chester Alan Arthur kept going. His hips worked rapidly, and though I couldn't see it, I could tell from the wet slurping sounds that, even with his seminal fluid dripping from her pussy, she was very wet, too.

I reached down and caressed her chest, and she groaned,"Ngh ! Why is this happening to us ?"Through her whimpering, I could hear the fight between physical delight on one side, and botheration, disgust, and brat on the other.

"I don't know,"I said as Arthur,"but I'm going to line up out when this is all over."

Miriam came again, and her arms gave out. She fell to her elbows, and her fall allowed Arthur full access. I wanted to see what was happening, so I scooted around to her rear. What I saw I will never draw a blank. The big dog's dick plunged in and out of her like a piston, and sperm cell and her own lubrication dripped onto the tile. The big conceited infrastructure of Arthur's tool was beginning to ram against Miriam's already stretched pussy.

"holy shit !"she gasped."Holy shit ! What was that ?"

"There's a big swollen bit at the alkali of his cock,"I said."When it's in you, pass back and snap up his leg to keep him from trying to pull back out."

Miriam looked back at me in horror."When ?"

Arthur tightened his grip on her and hurl it in. Miriam's eyes went blanket and she shrieked in surprise and pain, but she wasted no fourth dimension grabbing his legs.

"Aaah !"she cried out, looking like she was about to deplumate away."It's vast !"

"It's stuck inside,"I said."You have to let him finish."

"It's right on my g-spot !"she said, her breathing quickening again.

"I know,"I said.

"NNNNGGH !"she groaned, the position of her facial expression pressed into the tile."It feels so fucking beneficial ! What's wrong with me ?"

I reclined next to her and stroked her face. She bit her lip and tried to relax."nix,"I said."Just try to savor it."

I felt like a goliath for saying that. Just let this big dog assault you, Miriam. Just enjoy it. Not like you have a choice. I really was well and truly get around, wasn't I ? But weirdly enough, it worked. Miriam relaxed, and I could see in her eyes that she had stopped fighting to concord on to her shame. She even wiggled her ass a picayune, causing the well up dog cock to drudge against her g-spot.

"I'm gon na come,"she whispered hoarsely."Ooh shag I'm gon na come."

I stroked her impertinence."Come for us, Miri,"I said. And she did.

When President Arthur's cock finally shrank and popped out of her, a river of cum, his and hers, flowed onto the tile. She collapsed onto me, panting and groaning, and for a few minutes, we stayed there on the cool off tile. I hugged her and figured it would be my last probability before she left and never came back. Of form she would. Any sane person would put as much distance between themselves and this planetary house as possible.

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Getting out would prove much more difficult than it seemed. start of all, after Miriam had recovered, we crawled back into the hot tub and let it wash the dog cum from our bodies. Max and Arthur sat guarding the exits, and I knew our relationship with them had changed. Miriam saw this, too, and looked miserable and defeated, and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the oculus. When the timer on the tub ran out and the jets stopped, we put our bathing suits back on, climbed out, and put on our robes.

The dogs escorted us from the pool area, King Arthur putting his body between us and the pool. We walked in shameful silence back to the rear door of the star sign, and this prison term when I opened the room access, Max stepped inside. My mettle skipped a beat, and I heard Miriam groan to herself. Chester A. Arthur stayed until everyone was back inside, and then came in last. I shut the door, but didn't lock it, thinking that maybe I could use it as a quick escape cock, but Chester A. Arthur looked up at me and blocked my path.

"Oh, now you care about keeping us safe ?"I said bitterly, locking the door.

When that was done, they relaxed a little. They knew they had us trapped, and so did we. They followed us up the step to my chamber, and when we sat down on the bed, the dogs found spots to lie down, Max by the door and Arthur under the windowpane. This was all just for appearance, as far as we were concerned. We knew from experience that we couldn't outrun them, and it appeared that they were sassy, well develop, or both.

"Oh my god,"I said.

"What ?"Miriam asked, almost jump as I broke the silence.

"I'm such an idiot."

"What ? What do you mean ?"

"Mother said they had been specially trained, right ?"I gestured to the dogs."And she didn't really seem to give care that the statement she gave me were in a dissimilar language."

"No,"Miriam said."No no no no. Why would she do that ? It's insane."

"For her,"I said,"it's not too out of the question. You met her once and you know me. What do you think she wants most from me ?"

Miriam paused to call up, and then said,"Obedience."

"Obedience."

"Blackmail,"she said.

"Blackmail,"I said.

"You seriously think she bugged the sign ?"

I nodded."Definitely."

I stood up, gear up to go facial expression for obscure cameras, but Max stood up, too, blocking the doorway. I took that as a house that we were to stay put. I shrugged as casually as I could and went instead to the bathroom, stripped out of my gown and bathing causa, and stepped into the shower. The warm water revealed how tense I had been, and for a second I leaned forward against the wall, closed my eyes, and let the water run against my book binding. I tensed for just a moment when I felt Miriam's hand on my shoulders.

"You okay ?"she asked.

I shook my head, feeling tears behind my palpebra."Dafla, I don't know,"I said."I don't know if I'm ever going to be okay."

"Hey,"she said."feel at me."

I opened my center and let my bust fall away with the relaxation of the water. I looked at her, and to my surprise, she seemed softer than before, the hardened surrender gone from her expression. I felt like our positions should have been swapped. Her trial by ordeal had been my fault.

"It's not your demerit,"she said, reading my intellect, apparently.

"If you hadn't come—"

"I'd have never realized that I love you,"Miriam said.

I fell into her, and she caught me. The water pattered against us, and for a foresightful while, we held each other in the safety of the cascade. She kissed me, and I kissed her back.

"The question is,"she said, pulling away for a moment,"what are we going to do about this ?"

"We ?"I said.

Miriam had a look of determination in her middle. She said,"Your mother's andiron raped you, too. The fair sex I love. As much as I want to run away, I can't leave you here alone with them. And I don't know if anyone, even your female parent, would come up with a blackmail scheme this convoluted. But you believe it, so that's unspoiled enough for me. You have a plan to feel the bugs, if they exist, but have you thought about what you'll do when you have them ?"

"Erase the data ?"I said.

Miriam shook her head word."That's only half the job, Dee,"she said.

"You mean Mother."

"Yeah,"Miriam said."How are you going to blockade her from doing this to you or anyone else again ?"

"I don't know,"I said,"but we have a couple days until she comes back. first-class honours degree affair first."

We spent more time in the shower, holding each other and caressing until the water ran cold. When at last we could stay in the safe of the glass cell no longer, we stepped out and dried off. I went to my dresser to pull out some dress, but Arthur blocked my way.

"Really ?"I said, irritated. It wasn't frigidity, or anything, but I wasn't in the habit of walking around naked. Neither was Miriam, who grumbled irritably when Max stopped her from retrieving her clothes."Come on. Can't we have some dignity ?"

I tried reaching for the drawer, but King Arthur nudged my hand away with his big cannonball of a head. He didn't growl or show his tooth, but the substance was clear.

"Fine,"I said, feeling my organic structure tremble from the indignity."Fine."

"What now ?"Miriam asked. I heard pain in her voice as she tried to hide her reverence and humiliation.

As sick as I felt about what the frump had done to me and were almost certain to do again, I knew they had been trained for this purpose, and I couldn't really blame them. After all, they were just fauna following what they knew. As mad as I was, it would be unfair of me to starve them. Moreover, it would be unsafe.

"You guys require some solid food ?"I announced. Max and Arthur perked up."Good. Let's go, then."

"They get dinner after what they did ?"Miriam said.

"I'd rather not imagine what would come about to us if they get hungry enough,"I said.

Miriam's center swept over the wienerwurst in terrified actualization, and she nodded in agreement.

Max led the way as we went back downstairs, outside, and around the side of meat of the house. The walk gave us clip to verbalize, and I spent some time looking for anything that had been moved or misplaced in the in conclusion span weeks. I noted a few matter to correspond up on when I had more freedom, but I knew I was going to really involve to scour every in of every elbow room to ascertain all the bugs.

I poured food into each of the dog bowls, but Max and Arthur just stood looking up at me."What ?"I said.

Arthur took a few paces back toward the house. When he turned his head and looked back at us, Miriam said,"Seriously ? How are these hotdog this smartness ?"

"I don't know,"I said, picking up the bowls and following Arthur."But we need to figure out how to get Sir Thomas More freedom. I think I might do it where a couple of the bugs are."

dorsum inside, I put the stadium in the kitchen, next to the door to the dining way, but still the dogs wouldn't eat. I put down a big bowling ball of piddle, too, but still null. Arthur looked back and Forth River between me and the food bowl, as if undecipherable on the concept, but when his nidus eventually settled on me, I realized that I was the one who didn't understand.

Arthur approached and without grace or warning stuck his snout between my wooden leg. The force out backed me up against the island, and when I had no more way to maneuver, the Rottweiler began lapping at my pussy in foresighted powerful strokes.

"Oh, not again,"I groaned. But my body shuddered and I felt a quick wetness loosen me up from the interior. As loath as I was, Chester A. Arthur's lapping felt incredibly good, and I parted my branch a little to provide him to a greater extent admittance. It paid off. His long lingua licked the altogether way from my butthole to my clitoris, and I found myself becoming aroused, and not just physically. I was beginning to savour it.

Miriam gave me a flavor of disappointment."What are you doing ?"

"You know…"I had trouble focusing on my words."Mmm… You know they're just going to postulate what they want, anyway. Fighting it's no… unh god… fighting it doesn't do anyone any good."

Miriam sighed. She sounded irritated more than scared or humiliated, which I guessing was unspoilt, sort of."Fine,"she said. She leaned forward on the island, folding her arms under her chest and sticking out her butt with her legs bed cover."Let's get this over with."

I couldn't see Max from where I was, but I knew he had made contact when Miriam sucked in a little breath."nooky,"she whispered.

King Arthur continued his assault on my increasingly wet and aching pussy. Every four or five licks, his farsighted tongue would dart into me, sliding against my clit on its way out. The longer this went on, the looser I felt. I put more of my system of weights on the island and spread my ramification wider so he had full access.

It was clear that Miriam was no farsighted afraid, but I could tell that she was holding back."What is it ?"I asked.

For a sec, it looked like she was going to push aside me, but then she looked back over her shoulder and said,"It should be you down there."

"I… hmm… I wish it was,"I said, remembering the sleekness of her sex against my tongue."When this is all over, we'll have all the time in the world."

"Uhnn…"she moaned."You call ?"

"I promise."

She leaned in and kissed me, and suddenly the future did appear brighter. I knew I could make it through this ordeal in one piece.

"O.K.,"I said."I'm ready. What about you ?"

Miriam nodded. I could see in her eyes that there was still incertitude, but I think that she was mostly questioning her saneness. It was one matter to be forced and have the alibi that you had no say in the thing, and quite another matter to offer your soundbox to a dog. We both knew that this was a clear ancestry in the Baroness Dudevant, and while I was ready because my direction was on the future, Miriam was still in the moment.

I took the leading and gently pushed Arthur's drumhead away. He growled, but stopped as I lowered myself to my hands and knees. He sniffed at me for a second and then cocked his head to the side.

"well ?"I said."What are you waiting for ?"

Miriam laughed out loud, and I looked up at her to see her covering an amuse grin with her hired man."I guess you surprised him,"she said. Slowly, she too pushed Max away and lowered herself next to me on the kitchen floor.

Once she was down, Arthur got the subject matter and moved around behind me. He gave my pussy a few more licks just for good cadence, and then I felt his weight on me. He felt clayey than Max had, but that was just because he had most of his weight unit on my backrest. Quickly, instinctively, he shifted the weight back, gripped my shank with his powerful forepaws, and started jabbing at me. This time, however, I wasn't struggling to get detached, and he hit his mark quickly. I thought I would take in been ready for it, but I was mistaken. Arthur's dog cock smashed into my pussy like a freight train, and I clenched my eyes, saw asterisk, and howled.

"AAAAH ! OWWW ! Ow ! Ow ! Ah, god ! Fuck !"I swore and yelled as the Rotty fucked me. At world-class, it was in pain. His cock felt like a monster hot piston thrusting in and out of me, and for a moment I regretted letting him have me. But soon, tremendous genius began to pulse through me.

Miriam gripped my hand. Max had only just mounted her, possibly distracted by my yelling. Her grip tightened when he started jabbing at her pussy, and became nearly a death grip when he buried his cock in her."OH !"she yelped."Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh…"she continued as the sheepherder pounded her.

And there we were, two new young lovers side by position on the kitchen floor holding hands while two domestic dog fucked us silly. I wasn't thinking it at the time, but it surprised me later how quickly things had moved, how quickly I had accepted our situation. At the prison term, I was thinking about the intense delight washing though me as I came. I wasn't sure how many coming had shaken me, but it definitely wasn't the first.

"Yes !"

That wasn't me. It was Miriam. At first-class honours degree it was a diffident narrow escape, then a full-throated cry of pleasure, and then a serial of breathy moans.

"It's so fucking good !"she moaned.

I just nodded my head and moaned,"Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn…."Stuffed as I was with Arthur's vast cock, and having come yet again, I was barely aware of where I was.

As before, I felt a few thrusts that stretched me even more and cause me to groan in discomfort. Then, the swollen fundament of Arthur's shaft was stuck inside me, grinding up against my g-spot and pushing me once again toward climax. I reached back and grabbed his legs to retain him from moving around, and had to lower my face and chest to the cold roofing tile. I hardly noticed, though, because of the titillating high temperature edifice around the pulsing dog cock.

My cheek pressed against the tile, I watched as Max, too, secured himself in Miriam, who groaned, reached one hand back, but kept the other elbow on the floor. Even through her morose tegument, I saw her face was flushed with orgasmic walking on air. Her eyes were glazed, but she looked down at me pinned under the big Rotty and smiled.

"Thank you,"she said. I must have looked puzzled, because she added,"For the advice. I can treat this. All I got ta do is relax and enjoy myself."She wiggled her butt back against Max and moaned.

And there it was. She had broken, just like I had.

I lost racetrack of meter for a spell, but King Arthur's prick eventually popped out of me, and his hot cum poured out of me and splashed onto the roofing tile story. Max, too, finished with standardised consequence, beads of tenuous white seed contrasting heavily against Miriam's dark legs.

The mess was already made, so we knelt there recovering and letting the cum dribble from our freshly fucked pussies. When we were finally able, we got up, cleaned the base, and began making a bit of dinner party. As for the andiron, they mostly left us alone for the rest of the night. When Miriam went upstairs to fetch our clothes, Chester Alan Arthur followed her but didn't intervene, even when we got dressed. It felt comforting to be clothed again, but we knew that the reason was that we would restrain our defender well sexed.

Thankfully, the blackguard seemed fill for the night. I, for one, was a sore, but I distracted myself from the pain by using the meter to research for the concealed photographic camera my mother had planted. I immediately found the one in the kitchen, planted in a recessed lighter above the island counter. No doubt it had recorded our most recent activity. There was one in the sustenance room hidden in the shell of a Holy Scripture I did not recognize. There were more in the sleeping accommodation, ledger entry ways, and even some in the Windows facing out into the G. No question there were More out of doors, but it was late and I didn't feel like trekking out to find them.

"Dee,"Miriam said as I pulled yet another camera from inside a blowhole in the roof."What's the programme here ?"

"What do you stand for ?"I said.

Miriam lifted her nose from a book on impressionism and simply gave me that"bitch, are you kidding ?"look. It had occurred to me that I was acting a bit paranoid, though not without reason, but I stopped and took stock. I was standing there with a pillowcase entire of expensive electronics and a feeling of expiation. But why ? I had taken the cameras, but that did not change anything about what had already happened. Where did all that footage go ? I'd never found any hard drives, and the cameras were too pocket-sized to transmit over distances over a few dozen m. This was all wasted energy if I couldn't find the storage devices. I tossed the bag of tiny photographic camera onto an upholstered recliner and sat down heavily on the couch.

"Don't sweat it,"Miriam said."We'll looking at for them tomorrow. Maybe we can even get the domestic dog to help. They've got some Einstein on them, don't they ?"

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Arthur and Max had been cognitive content to get out us alone for the night, though they did insist on sleeping by the window and the door, which said to me that they still didn't fully trust us not to run. When I woke, it was to the thought that Mother had said they had been specially aim, but as I lay in bed with Miriam's arm draped across me, I suspected they had not come directly from a kennel somewhere. I wondered how many time they had been used for this intent. How many other young women had been taken in by this duo ? How many had shrieked in pain and terror as Max or Arthur took their virginity ? How many had succumbed to the pleasance ?

I felt fingers brush delicately against my kitty-cat, and I realized they were my own. The thought of dog cock plunging in and out of me, filling me up and driving me to orgasm after orgasm, had stoked fondness in my belly, and I felt slick wetness efflorescence my consistence for another beat. I continued to rub myself and felt my body start to ache for release.

Suddenly, I felt more fingerbreadth touch me.

"Didn't get plenty yesterday ?"Miriam said in a low voice.

I shook my head.

"Amazing,"she said."I had no mind you were so insatiable."She slipped a finger into me with ease, and I sighed with pleasure.

"Neither did I,"I said, half moaning as I rolled toward her and kissed her neck.

She slid another finger into me, and I pressed my genitalia into her hired hand, burying her digit as deep as they would go. I dared not say so, but it wasn't trench enough. Not anymore. Still, Miriam's skin senses was as intoxicating as ever, and I squirmed as she worked her fingers in me. I kissed her neck, her lips, her ear, and her breasts. I even kissed the red lines on her skin where the domestic dog'claws had scratched her. When I tried to go farther down, she stopped me. fingerbreadth still buried in me, she guided me up, farther and farther, until my glistening sex was hovering above her back talk. I lowered my hip and felt her natural language sloping trough against my clitoris. I gasped. It was a completely different sensation from Arthur's aggressive lapping. This was gentler, but precise. Miriam knew exactly how to tease and please me, and as she did, I cried out in ecstasy.

I clapped a hired man over my mouthpiece, but Arthur and Max were now wide awake. For a moment, they just watched as Miriam ate my pussy, but eventually, Max got up and came to the side of the bed. I ignored him, trying to pore on the scrumptious tonguing I was receiving, but he started making scotch phone. Miriam stopped her drubbing and looked first at Max and then at me.

"Lay back, sweetie,"she said.

I did as she said, but she shook her head and made a plow motion with her hand. I turned my body so I was laying across the width of the bed with my knees at the sharpness, and was shocked when she rolled off and went to her knees on the floor. Before I could ask any doubt, she dove back between my legs. I saw Max sniff around her rump a piddling and then break her a few cursory licks. I felt her hot breath quicken against my clit, and we both gasped when Max mounted her. I propped myself up on my elbows, and watched her face contort in pleasure and painful sensation as Max drove himself into her.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh nooky !"she cried out. This time, I could recite the bother was easy to cut. My indorse time had been easier than the initiatory. It was still rough, but that was to be expected. I suppose it also helped that she had nearly of her bureau supported on the bed. Max pounded her, and the audio of wet, slipshod piece of ass and pleasured wailing filled the bedroom. When he finally stopped, Miriam looked disappointed.

"What's wrong ?"I asked.

"He didn't get his nautical mile in,"she said, breathless but frustrated.

"Knot ?"I said.

"The big swollen bit at the basis,"she said."I looked it up on my phone cobbler's last Nox. Took forever. Your net connection sucks."

Max pulled out of her and she grunted at the sudden emptiness and rested her head on my thigh. I could finger her breath against my aching sex, but I was too intrigued to let this go.

"Your phone ?"I asked, feeling pillock for have completely forgotten about that selection. She nodded."You could've called the cops, your family, anyone. Why didn't you ?"

"I know what it's like to want revenge,"she said."I want to see you get it, and I'll do whatever it takes. Because. Because I think I love you."

I sat up, hang forward and kissed her as she knelt there on my sleeping accommodation floor, dog cum dripping from her pussy.

"Mother is going to be so upset,"I said.

"wellspring, after we're through with her—"

"Because I think I love you, too,"I said, pulling her up onto the bed with me."For her, that is much worse. Now, lie back. It's my turn."

Miriam and I switched stead, and I watched as more of Max's cum dribbled out of her. I leaned into her, placing my dresser on the mattress between her legs, and tasted some of the cum. I'm going to be reliable. It didn't predilection heavy. It wasn't completely repugnant, either, but I much preferred pussy. Luckily, Miriam's was right there.

I had cleaned up most of Max's mussiness and had begun to taste mostly Miriam, when I felt Arthur's stale nuzzle jabbing my butt. As Max had, he licked me a few clock time and then mounted me, gripping me around the waist. There was almost no clumsy poking around this metre. The dogs had learned their way around our dead body, and muscle memory was setting in.

My brawn computer memory, however, was not quite there yet. The stabbing bother of the big Rottweiler's invading cock shot through my body, and I yowled. Miriam held my fountainhead in her hands and cooed as soothingly as she could.

"Baby, just relax,"she said."Don't tense up. Let him hold you. Be his bitch."

I took deep breaths and focused on her voice. To think that I had been the first to reach in… I had become so pore on ire and revenge that I was coiled up like a spring. Now, starting at my cervix and berm and rolling down my back like a cool breeze, my eubstance began to relax. And as the muscles around my pussy loosened up, the stabbing pain was almost instantly replaced with the form of frenzied ecstasy that comes from rocky sex. I pressed my butt backward against Chester Alan Arthur thrusts and felt his semi-swollen gnarl wring past my tight entrance. Now I cried out in pleasure, and moaned when the knot, now fully engorged, refused to come out.

I imagined myself as a will slave to this beast, and felt Richard Buckminster Fuller and Thomas More satisfied than I had either of the two fourth dimension before. I knew that my headmaster's knot, though stretching me to my limit, would not harm me, and that I would be released when my master was done with me. In the lag, I dove back into Miriam's waiting pussy. My tongue traveled over every nook and cranny, teasing and tempting, and when her body began to tense up with anticipation, found her clit and worshipped it.

Miriam wrapped her legs around Arthur, pulling him more tightly against me and stuffing his pecker even farther into me. I yelped and moaned, but continued trouncing and sucking. I knew she was close when her legs released Arthur and stiffened by my side. Arthur's knot was also grinding hard against my g-spot, and I felt myself at the brink of orgasm.

In a chorus of screams, we came together, consistence convulsing and twitching. And when it was all over, King Arthur's knot popped out of me and a flood lamp of hot cum poured down my legs. I didn't annoyance to get back up on the bed. I couldn't. So, I just collapsed onto the flooring, panting.

"That was a perdition of a way to waken up,"Miriam said.

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Once we had cleaned ourselves and the room up a footling, the quietus of the day was busy. I felt as if I were possessed by a heart of retaliation in my search for the computer storage gimmick. In the back of my mind, I worried that Mother had directly linked the recording equipment to a remote upload Robert William Service. But then I remembered again what Miriam had said. Our riches gave me access to so many things beyond the reach of my peers, but our internet connection was the pits—far too dim to upload such a gravid amount of data. This wasn't so at any of our other homes, only at the bungalow. And now I think I knew why. It insulated me from the world, at least while at home. So, like the dogs, it was yet another device to tie up me to my duty as Mother and Padre saw them. But also like the dogs, it would be turned to my advantage.

I had been musing on this out loud while sitting on the edge of the pond looking down at the pennywhistle at the tooshie.

Miriam said,"It seems to me that those recording equipment couldn't be running all day every day for weeks or calendar month at a sentence without needing some kind of criminal maintenance. My dad's a security guard. Footage from his party's systems gets overwritten every three days. Your mom said she'd be back in a week, right ? She wasn't here for very long, and she was never out of our pot for a minute."

"And she was only in the entranceway,"I said."You think she had a remote of some kind."

"It's a goodness bet,"she said."Where's the cellar ?"

"I don't think there is one."

"Dee, this is your house, and you don't know if there's a totally section you haven't seen ?"Miriam said.

I wanted to say her that my sept probably had entire firm I didn't know about, but decided against it for the moment.

"I guess we should obtain out, huh ?"I said.

For the next 60 minutes, we searched for accession to some kind of basement, but came up void. There was no cellar door on the outside of the household ; I'd have noticed that already, but we checked again for beneficial measure. inside, we opened every door we could regain, but nothing led downward. As we sat on the frame resting and intellection, Arthur jumped up next to Miriam, but to our surprise, he just curled up and rested his oral sex on her thigh. Max wandered in, too, but just stood in forepart of the couch.

"I don't suppose you'd know anything, would you ?"I asked him.

He cocked his head teacher. I supposed it was too practically to ask, and, frustrated, shoved the case away from me with my animal foot. One of the cameras tumbled out onto the carpeting, and Max lowered his head and sniffed at it curiously. When he licked it, I definitely remember thinking to myself,"Please don't eat it."

He didn't, of trend, instead slinking away. A few mo later, however, he reappeared with another tv camera in his mouth. Dropping it next to the early one, he looked up at me expectantly. I chuckled.

"Good boy,"I said."That's one to a lesser extent I have to chance recent, I guess. But what I really need are the hard drives."

He cocked his caput at me again, and then he did something really strange. As before, he lowered his headspring to sniff the electronics, but this time, he stuck his solid principal in the pillow slip, lifted it up and started shaking it. The camera scattered everywhere.

"Max !"I said. He stopped, cloth bag still covering his head. I pulled it off."That's enough."

He lowered his auricle and slunk off again. I started gathering up the cameras and putting them back in the bag, and when I had collected about one-half of them I heard a scratching come from back toward the kitchen. Thinking he maybe had to go out, I called,"You were just out. Hold it for a minute."

Then I heard a yapping bark from him. That was new. Most of his barks had been low and mean, a practiced technique for controlling us, no doubt. At this bark, Arthur lifted up his headland and stood.

In the hallway outside the kitchen and behind the staircase that led up to the bedroom, Max stood in front of one of the closet doors.

"We already checked there,"I said. Max scratched at the door, anyway.

I looked at Miriam, but she shrugged and said,"Hey, maybe he knows something we don't."

So I opened the closet again. It was full of utility items, corner of batteries, taping, and drawing string, lined up neatly on ledge. Now that I looked at the blank with different eyes, it hit me : this was the only water closet in the house that had a rug. It almost matched the color of the base, so I had never noticed. I lifted the sharpness of the rug, and immediately saw the governing body latch, set into which was a combination lock.

"My dad taught me how to pick these open,"Miriam said."You want me to—"

"No,"I said. Kneeling down, I rolled the telephone number into space and pressed the smooth face brad. A solid metallic chink resulted.

"Oh shit,"Miriam said, putting her script on my back as I stood. I didn't face her, though. I didn't want her to see my embarrassment. Instead, we both looked down at the numbers : my birthday.

I threw back the rest of the rug and hooked my finger into the pull ring.

The threshold was heavier than it looked, but the reason for that became instantly obvious. On the override side was rebar reinforcement and a square of foam pyramid. I poked at one with my finger.

"Soundproofing,"Miriam said."Just like in a transcription studio."

"sanctum red cent,"I said. Whatever was supposed to happen down below, and perhaps whatever had happened in the past, it was already crushingly apparent that it was to be a secret.

"Are you sure you want to go down there ?"Miriam said."I can go for you."

I shook my head."No,"I said."I need to see it for myself."Max beat me to it, though, padding cautiously down the curiously prospicient concrete stairs.

The interior of the basement looked like the inside of a cave. There were concrete chromatography column at regular interval and there was a faint glow coming from one corner. On the walls, ceilings, and on most of the columns was the Lapp pyramidal soundproofing. The floor was weird. Instead of nude concrete, it had been tiled with linoleum. As soon as my feet hit it, I knew why. It would be pretty comfortable to clean and was balmy.

In a box near the stairs was a desk with a computer that was much larger than the one I thought I'd find. The varan were switched off, but the LEDs on the cant of arduous drives were flickering away, no doubt recording data from undiscovered cameras.

"Hm,"I heard Miriam mumble.

"What ?"I said.

She held up her sound."No service,"she said,"not even wi-fi. The tv camera must feature their own link."

Max's ears flattened as he slunk over to the desk and sat.

"goodness boy,"I said.

As I approached the desk, I almost tripped over a steel grommet bolted firmly into the flooring. Looking down, I saw more. And now that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, I saw a few other spots around the basement with loop on the floor.

Suddenly, with a click, the twinkle came on. I looked back and saw that Miriam had found the light shift on the side of the step. Now with the cellar lit, I realized two affair : it was a illumination prison, and it was giving than it seemed at first.

"I can't believe what I'm eyesight,"Miriam said. Arthur had cautiously followed her down the stairs, and stuck finale by her side.

While we had accepted our state of affairs and given ourselves over to the pleasance that our guardians offered, we hadn't forgotten why they were here and what they were trained for. Nevertheless, I caught myself feeling sympathy for them. The minacious nature of the bungalow's cellar clearly affected them as much as it did us. When Arthur nudged Miriam's handwriting with his beak, she scratched him on the foreland. Apparently, she felt the like way I did.

Against a far wall, there was a large wooden armoire. careful not to slip over any more loop-the-loop in the floor, I made my way over to it and took a deep breathing space as I put my hand on the doorknob. But the doors wouldn't heart-to-heart. I tried again, but it was shut tight. There was an old-style keyhole that looked distressingly well used.

"Did your dad teach you how to pick any other lock ?"I asked.

Miriam nodded."A short,"she said."They all work pretty much the same way. That one should be no sweat. I'll be correctly back. She ducked up the stairs with Arthur tailing her.

While she was gone, I took a minute to privately process the fact that my parents had built a keep under their cottage specifically for me. It must have cost quite a lot to build up something like this in secret. They could stimulate spent the money on holding or monetary investments, I thought, and then remembered that, to them, I was such an investment. choler bubbled in me like hot tar.

Oh, Mother, I thought. The things I am going to do to you !

Miriam returned a minute later with a couple pieces of bent silverware from the kitchen."If this were a New curl, I'd need something smaller, but lucky for me, this is an old-timer,"she said.

I didn't pay much attention to her workplace, but I got the burden of it. All it took was patience and a little know-how, and a oceanic abyss click indicated that the armoire was unlocked. I opened the doors this time, and got a horrible sinking feeling in my guts.

inside, hanging neatly from hooks, was everything Mother had thought she would need to break me. Clearly, the dog were just the start. Or were they ? It occurred to me that had I been alone, I might not have been naked in the hot tub. Had we simply been well-fixed marks ? Had the click crapped out on their training and jumped the gun ?

"It's got your name on it,"Miriam said, bringing me back to the moment.

I looked down and saw, sitting in a velvet-lined box atop the bottom drawers, a taking into custody. I reached down and picked it up. Yet another thing for with no expense had been spared, the arrest was unshakable but soft leather, studded with ruby, which Mother knew were my favorite. The blade attachment appeared to be nickel plated, and came together with two loops, which looked as if they were designed to back a padlock. There were loops around the rest of the apprehension, as well, no doubt to be hooked onto the leash that hung next to a very unpleasant looking whiplash. I bet the estimation was also to attach it to one of the many loop in the floor or on the columns with the R-2 in the rear end drawers. And, yes, engraved on a rose gold plaque opposite the buckle was my name in a rather Baroque ***********.

I unclasped the warp, put the arrest around my neck, and fastened it snugly into position. It fit perfectly.

"What are you doing ? !"Miriam said, shocked.

"Taking what's mine,"I said, turning so the deep red sparkled."How's it look ?"

"You're variety of scaring me,"Miriam said.

I took her hand in mine and guided it up to the deluxe collar."I didn't mean to,"I said."I'm sorry. But this was meant to maintain me bound to my family. Now, it's what's going to set me free. Set us free."

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Her finger slipped through one of the steel closed circuit, and she pulled me in harder. Our clapper danced furiously for the commencement fourth dimension since the ordeal with the dogs had begun.

"That's more like it,"I said, feeling my heart racing.

"Now I wish I had one,"Miriam said as we parted.

"I doubt Mother figured on you being here,"I said."But I bet she'll have something made now that she knows. lucky you."

"You think she'd spend that variety of money on me ?"Miriam said.

"Definitely,"I said, making my way over to the data processor desk."She'd never tolerate us to be together, of row, but I'm sure she knows masses who know people."

"What kind of mass ? !"Miriam fretted.

"mass who would buy you,"I said, deciding not to saccharify coating it. It's not that I truly knew this, but I knew my mother, and I knew her Quaker. They were, evidently, the kind of multitude who would blackmail their own children and build keep to break them. Only a fool would think it stopped there.

"What—"she started, but when I switched on the figurer admonisher, the air seemed to leave the room.

On the screens were the feed from the remaining photographic camera. It was a lot.

"Why ?"Miriam said."Why go through the fuss ?"

She had a point. A gritty night vision video had ruined many a celebrity. Why so much footage in such high definition ? I had no answer for her, so I made short letter of the tv camera'positioning and closed each down, ceasing recording.

Once they were shut down, I felt marginally better until I saw the center proctor. On it was a grid of folders, each labeled with a location code. I opened the folder for the poolside summerhouse. In it were folders labeled with engagement. I opened the one with the previous day's date. Apparently, the tv camera'recording functions were motion activated because the for the first time few videos were of birds, farewell, and then one of Arthur sniffing the grass. But then there we were in full color from multiple angles.

We milled about for farseeing than I remembered, and then relaxed in the hot tub. Seeing myself on film for the first fourth dimension in a long time was eldritch. It's not that I thought I looked better, but I suddenly saw what Miriam saw. I still had modest pinhead, but they were cute. And I did induce a cunning little cigaret. The affair that had changed was the way I carried myself. I was sexy because I believed it. Weird how that works, I thought. Watching Miriam eat me out, I was tempted to surge in, but I already knew what I'd see. Love.

And then the moment.

Max, the paper, the whistle. Me, slipping and falling. And then Max on top of me, revulsion on Miriam's face ( I remembered that part ), and then my grimace contorted in pain in the ass and mortification. It was hard to watch my own assault, but I couldn't look away.

When Miriam had tried to help, she had also been backed up against the hot tub by Arthur. At the time, it seemed like she had fought pretty intemperately, but on the cover, she had her head thrown back and was panting almost immediately.

It was at this mo that I noticed a little digital control panel next to the video role player. The sound had been deactivated. I activated it. My screams were harrowing and came from speakers all around the room that had been designed to mix in.

I suddenly remembered the pain and terror. Max was sitting next to me and leaning against my wooden leg, and I became very witting of his front. Unsurprisingly, there was a photographic camera that had captured what I couldn't see at the fourth dimension, and it was no wonder I had been screaming. He was gigantic. My pussy seemed stretched to its uttermost as Max fucked me without self-reproach. But then I had lowered myself down to see what was going on with Miriam, and the new angle seemed to make affair well-fixed on me, not just because Max's rooster had better access code, but because my belly laugh and breathlessness had begun to turn to minuscule whimper, at first base of resigned infliction, and then increasingly of pleasure.

"Jeez, that was fast,"I said, unintentionally out loud. I think I'd meant to be self-effacing, but it came out as almost affirming.

On the filmdom, it was Miriam's turning, now. She slipped and fell ( I made a eminence to get those paving stones textured ) and Arthur was on her in a second. Now on the screen door was almost too much to watch. Max's knot plunged into me, I shrieked, and Arthur began fucking Miriam. After I fell away in a sloppy heap of dog cum, sweat, and pool water, I began encouraging her. At the time, I imagined I had been doing it to keep her from getting hurt too much and for her to get it over with quicker, but the the true was evident. I wanted her to savor it just as often as I had. I soothed her as she screamed for mercy, but I had clearly been broken. There was no hiding it.

"Damn, Dee,"Miriam said.

I thought she was blaming me, and I felt the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks, but her hand rested on my nates. I looked at her in confusion.

"You're the aroused cunt I know, by far,"she said with a feel in her optic that spoke only of lust."Probably the corneous cunt on the whole planet."

She was right, of course, once I'd gotten a taste, I couldn't get adequate. Accessing the camera footage for the kitchen proved that. It wasn't that I'd given in so fast. It wasn't even that I'd encouraged Miriam to contribute in. Anyone with a pair of heart could see that the Danielle on the monitor lizard was excited by the prospect of having her body used by the dog that had, only a few hours previously, robbed her of her virginity.

Meanwhile, the Danielle standing in the newly discovered basement donjon felt wetness between her legs. I was about to watch myself exact a dog willingly for the first time, and I could barely deal the expectation. I felt like I could issue forth just watching myself get down on men and genu. On silver screen, I screamed and hollered again. It had hurt, of course, but it had faded much faster, and pleasure had rushed in to interchange it.

I squeezed my thighs together and fidgeted as I watched. Miriam's hand still rested on my butt, and when she felt the urgency construction within me, she slid her hand down the back of my flannel pyjama pants and into my panties. I groaned with torment lecherousness as her handwriting wedged between my clenched second joint, forcing them apart slightly, and then sighed in pleasure as two finger's breadth slid into me with aught effort. With her former hand, she pulled my pants down over my hips. Her mouth and hot breath teased the crook of my neck opening and I felt a subdued moan escape my throat. While her fingers slid in and out of me from behind, her early hand went to mould on my clit. I was in heaven, and then my eyes managed to focus on the admonisher again, where, through the many electronic oculus in the kitchen, I saw her require Max's knot. The shriek filled the basement for a moment, and I gasped as I writhed under Miriam's ministrations.

I'd felt an climax construction, but the warmness of her finger left my clit. It was almost as if soul had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. Before I could quetch, however, something hot and wet rasped across my button. I looked down and saw Max lapping away between my legs.

"Yes !"I cried out."Oh ! Oh ! Yes !"

Miriam's fingerbreadth slid out of me, and traced their way up the crevice of my ass and up my back. Soon enough, Max's spit was digging into my pussy, and I felt like electricity was shooting through me. Miriam pulled my shirt off, leaving me with my knickers around my genu and the arrest around my pharynx. I looked at her and realized she'd had fourth dimension to strip.

She took my helping hand and guided me away from Max, who made a nominal effort to accompany, but seemed to interpret that he would get his round soon enough. I stepped out of my trouser, and Miriam led me to the armoire. When she pulled out the leather cuffs that hung on the back bulwark of the old wooden cabinet, I got a shriveling feeling in my stomach and looked at her with what must have been concern.

"Don't sweat, Dee,"she said, buckling two of the turnup to my mortise joint."I ain't gon na smart you. But don't you want to recognise how this stuff works."

"Why ?"I said, my nous fogged by lust and thwarting. She buckled two more than to my wrists.

"For when your mom gets here,"she said with a matter-of-fact tone, punctuated by a buss."Now,"she continued, holding up the final two, which were braggy around than the others,"where do you suppose these go ?"

I shrugged. She unbuckled one and tried it against different parts of my dead body until she concluded that they fit just above my knees. I looked at them. They were of similar aim to the collar, but lacked the nickel and deep red highlights. These were purely virtual. Finally, Miriam led me over to the spot where I had almost tripped over the steel loop on the floor.

"What now ?"I said, blankly. I felt so slow, so out of my element. I realized that even if the dogs hadn't already broken me, Mother would have had very little bother finishing the job. This flavor doubled when Miriam led me down to my paw and articulatio genus and locked the steel rings on my wrists and ankles to the like loops on the floor.

mother must have known my measuring very well, because I was fastened to the floor with my mortise joint and articulatio radiocarpea set just a little wider than my articulatio humeri and pelvis. This made it nearly unacceptable to wiggle or lean out of the way of anything. I felt extremely vulnerable to the item where I almost asked Miriam to let me game up. But she was right : I needed to acknowledge how it felt, so I could use it later in reverse. Still, the shy part of me angled my human knee as closed as I could get them. I was still sluttish prey, but Miriam went to armoire and came back with a metal bar with two snip on either face. She clipped one end to the ring in the turnup above my left knee, and then prodded my other articulatio genus outward until she was able to clip it to the opposite end.

"There,"she said."How do you feel ?"

"Weird,"I said."I don't know about this."

"I think that was the degree,"she said."You look fucking hot, though."

"R-really ?"

"Yeah, totally,"she said.

"I'll take your Book for it,"I said,"but—AH ! Ah ! Oh yeah !"The lust that had clouded my assessment had almost faded, but then Max's tongue returned and had full access.

"Oh, damn,"she said."Damn that's amazing. Hold on a instant. I'll be right back."

"Hey !"I called out, but she was already one-half way up the stairs, her everlasting round ass bouncing as Chester Alan Arthur followed dutifully.

Max continued licking me, and I squirmed unsuccessfully. His tongue bathed me from clit to butthole. He lapped furiously at me, and I was once again moaning and cooing encouragement. My pussy ached to be filled, but he only kept licking. And then he switched his attention to my butthole. I'd never had the dip to pay attention to that area, but now I shuddered as Max's tongue lapped at it.

Miriam returned and saw what was going on."Fuck,"she said."I'm so looking forward to my turn."

She had come back with the pillowcase full of television camera. There were five proctor on the desk, and she carefully turned them around until I could see them. Then, she took the cameras and switched each one on until she had a live feed on each monitor. She placed one on the story behind Max, but for the bit all that was seeable was his furred can. Another, she placed just off to my left, and then one to my right, just at the infantry of the desk with the monitors. When I looked at the monitors, it almost seemed as if I was looking into the camera. I really was secured to the floor. My side was pink with lust and ecstasy, and my pert small breasts hung down tight to my eubstance, jiggling as I twitched and bucked under Max's licking.

Miriam took another camera and brought it around to my movement. She held it in straw man of my face and said,"Say hi, Dee."

"Hi, Dee,"I said, my vocalisation amplified over the loudspeaker.

She then placed the television camera about a beat in front of me. The fifth tv camera, she clipped to the underside of Max's collar. Now when I looked at the varan, I could see Max's lingua working its magic on my pissed piffling anus while my pussy, puffy and red with excitement, drooled.

"Ok, Max,"she said."You ready to have it away ?"

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. I felt his weight on my back. As he got his balance, I looked at the Monitor. He really was quite big compared to me. I could feel, and now could see on the monitors, his cock searching for my pussy. I braced myself, and then felt him slam into me. My pained call and pleasured whimpers came back at me through the basement's sound scheme, and only served to amplify my arousal.

"Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Yessss !"I hollered as Max pounded my helpless cunt with every ounce of his bestial lastingness. His front pegleg had my hips in a expiry hairgrip, and I could find his hot cock driving deep into me and stretching me with each rapid thrust."Fuck me ! Fuck me, Max ! Oh ! Oh ! Fuuuuuuck !"

I came almost immediately, and just before my muscle clenched in climax, Max's knot popped into me almost without resistance. I howled in the excruciating ecstasy that only comes with knotting. And now that my brawniness had contracted, he was in me for the duration. I had given myself to the blackguard willingly three clip now. Maybe two, if I counted the kitchen, which I still wasn't so sure enough about. But this orgasm was the most craved. Bound as I was, I wanted Max inside me. I wanted to palpate his hot throbbing meat filling me up. I wanted his ravel pressing hot and heavy against my clit. And when it was all over, I yearned for the dismissal that came with the cloudburst of cum that would pour from me.

For now, I was subject matter to follow myself on the multi-camera feed that Miriam had so kindly angled toward me. It was phantasmagorical, really, seeing myself from all slant like that. I'm sure I've said it before, but I never really thought of myself as worthy. And yet, pinned under this heaving hairy beast and skewered by its reddisn-purple member, was an incredibly hot girl—no, cleaning lady. She was a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get them both in abundance. Pleasure was the loose. The grayback that was now easing its way out of her pussy was one sign of the zodiac of that. Another was her lover, who had shown her what it meant to feel sexy.

Max's dick eventually slipped out of me, and I shuddered. My physical structure still convulsed with orgasm, and the dog's cum spurted from me in rhythmic pulse, trickling warmly down my peg. It was a lot.

Miriam knelt in front of me when I'd caught my breath."damn, girl,"she said."You got it practiced, didn't you ?"

"Mmm hmm,"I moaned.

She unlocked the handcuff from the floor deadbolt, and I slid forward, collapsing onto the lino, ignoring its low temperature against my skin. My head teacher wedged itself firmly between her quick thighs.

Miriam stroked my hair."I think this'll do nicely,"she said.

"Mm ?"I said, half aware of her voice.

"For your mother ?"

Mother. right hand. Of course. This would do fine. I kissed the inside of Miriam's thigh. Just fine, I thought.

"You okay ?"

"Oh yes,"I said, struggling up until I knelt facing Miriam."I'm large. This is going to be amazing."

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The next few days passed much like the late. In the morning, Miriam and I would inflame, gain dearest, offer ourselves to the dogs, and then gain breakfast and workplace on preparing the house for female parent's impending visit. Around midday, we would study, get luncheon, and go for a swim. We left the gate to the kitty area open, of trend, since we knew there was no point in closing it. And we didn't pain with drown lawsuit, either. Again, what would have been the point ? Before we would go inside, the dogs would take us again right there next to the pool, and we would roll back into the water to wash the dog hair off our eubstance. At Night, we would fix dinner, study more on our architectural plan and preparation, and then let the andiron take us again if they were occupy. They usually were.

By this time, we had learned ways to let the dogs take us missionary style. My knees had started to get to, so one good afternoon, still wet from the pool and with Chester A. Arthur nudging me to assume the position, I instead lay on my book binding. He looked torment and confused, which is not the kind of formulation you want to see from a dog like Arthur. But I beckoned him forward, and he obliged. When I arched my hips up to foregather his, he immediately got the message and lunged forward. After all this fourth dimension, it was the world-class time I'd been fucked on my back, except with Miriam, of row. The difference was amazing, and I loved the way hot dog cum felt as it poured out of my pussy, down between my butt cheeks, and over my puckered anus. I honestly looked forward to exploring the good extent of my sexuality—after Mother's visit.

Before we knew it, the day had come. My caput popped off my pillow and I sat up in bed. My heart was racing. I half expected mother to be standing in the doorway, but she wasn't. It was still too soon, but I was done sleeping, apparently. My hands shook. Miriam's soft fingers suddenly entwined themselves in mine, and I looked down at her.

"You okay, Dee ?"she asked.

"It's just mettle,"I said.

She stroked her other hand over my second joint."It's gon na be fine,"she said."And after today, you're worry free."

"We're detached,"I said.

I went downstairs to take a crap coffee bean and Chester Alan Arthur followed. Max stayed with Miriam. That was something that bugged me. After all this time, the dogs never once let down their guard or let one of us out of their sight. I wondered what would go on when mother arrived. Would they obey her over me ? I didn't dubiety it. After all, it was us that obeyed them. I realized my plan relied too much on Mother waiting until the aright time to do what she had planned. I had to act first.

I was so deep in persuasion about this that I jumped when Miriam entered the kitchen.

"Sure you need that coffee ?"she said."You're pretty jumpy."

"What if she comes in and just tells the firedog to get me the right way then and there ?"I asked.

"Dee, we've talked through this a dozen times. She's going to make sure the cameras caught what they were supposed to. That means she's going to try and get you out of the house for a bit,"she said.

"Right,"I said, taking a deep breather as I tried to trust in our plan."I know. I'm just overthinking it again."

Miriam approached softly from behind and put her limb around my belly and rested her chin on my shoulder."You wanna… ?"

"No,"I said."I'm saving my energy."

She laughed."Good ! You're gon na require it !"

I looked down and saw the dogs watching us intently. Frankly, I was surprised they hadn't tried to take either of us yet.

"So are you,"I scolded them."Just hold your horses."

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It was around four in the good afternoon, and Miriam and I were passing the meter looking through the swim case in the guest way upstairs, when the sound of the logic gate made my heart jump again.

Miriam put a hand on my articulatio humeri and said,"Just stick to the plan. Don't let her get in your head, okey ?"

I nodded. It was showtime.

We heard a knock on the door, and suddenly, Miriam slipped a deal into my boxershorts and pressed a finger into my pussy. I gasped and yelped as quietly as I could.

"What ? !"I breathed."Why ?"

Miriam withdrew her hand and sucked her finger."You weren't blushing enough,"she said."You need to look embarrassed."

Well, it worked. I was wet, horny, and now a key was rattling in the forepart door. When it opened, I heard mother's voice.

"Daniella !"mother called from the anteroom, door closing and locking behind her. She never locked a doorway unless she planned on staying more than than an hour.

I got up and walked out of the Edgar Guest room and to the bannister that overlooked the living way. There she stood, dainty and purple as ever in White River and amber. I must own been blushing quite a bit, because the corners of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile. It was all the confirmation I needed.

"hullo, Mother,"I said as Arthur slunk up and sat succeeding to me.

"What is the dog doing in the house ?"female parent said.

"He—"I stopped."I just—"

She cut in,"mulct. Fine, honey. As long as they're not sleeping on the furniture."

When I thought about all the things that had happened on the various small-arm of furniture, sleeping was not the initiative thing that came to mind.

mother must hold sensed what I was thinking about, because she cut in again,"Where is the other one ?"

"Here,"Miriam said coming to join me, right on cue. Max followed close behind. She had a look of relief on her face.

"Oh, you're still here,"mother said.

"I… came back,"Miriam said, an obvious lie, just as practiced.

Another twitch at the recession of female parent's mouth told me what she was thinking. I went downstairs to greet her, and Miriam and the dogs followed.

"Can I get you something to drink ?"I offered, not meeting her eyes.

"Of course of action,"Mother said."Fetch a nursing bottle of red from the pantry, would you dear ?"

"Red ?"I said. Mother always referred to wine by estate, varietal, and year. She never said just"red."Also, it appeared she was playing it safe with an unopened nursing bottle. This finally part wasn't unexpected.

"Hm,"she mused."I must be a little distracted. I have some energize news program I'd like to portion with you. Later, though. It can wait."

She followed me into the kitchen, and I could finger her eyes watching my every apparent movement. Arthur followed me, too, and I got the sense that Mother would have been satisfied to see me taken right there on the kitchen floor.

When I had the bottle open, I set it on the comeback in front of her along with a glass. Now that I looked at the trash, I worried that it didn't look clean, mostly because of the liquid valium we had smeared on the inside. It wouldn't be plenty to ping her out. We didn't want to have to carry her down the stairs. For a moment, I didn't think she would drink, but when she did, I felt myself loosen up a bit. Now, it was just a matter of time.

"So, beloved,"she said to Miriam as she entered with Max in tow,"you returned to polish off tutoring Daniella. How generous."

"Not exactly,"Miriam said. Mother raised her eyebrows, but said nothing."I'm not her coach. We're working together. Your daughter is More than capable."

"Of track she is,"female parent said dismissively. I felt heat in my cheeks, but tamped down my ira."How are the dogs ? fountainhead behaved, I should hope."

"They're fine,"I said. I was no actress, so the plan was to be terse. I was supposed to look as if I was hiding something, and Miriam had suggested that I keep my reply shortsighted than I might otherwise. I had not understood her reasoning until now, when Mother's reaction—the tone in her eyes—turned gleeful and predatory.

Miriam, however, was an actress. Ever since mother had come through the room access, Miriam's integral demeanor had shifted to the distributor point where I barely recognized her. She looked tired, stressed, and shamed by something, but too proud to admit any of it. During the preface Clarence Shepard Day Jr., Miriam would walk carelessly through the house and around the grounds, and if one of the bounder leapt on her from behind, she would gladly offer herself to him then and there. But now, she refused to let Max out of her muckle, always keeping both pawl in front of her. If I had not known better, I would deliver thought she was afraid of him. And clearly, that's what female parent was thinking. One could almost see the clam house in her eyes.

Soon, Mother's optic started to become a little glassy and her drive a little more lethargic. It was almost time. I leaned on the counter with my elbows."You had something you wanted to severalize me ?"I said."Some exciting news, right ?"

"Oh,"she said, trying to shake off the freak out."It is big. But it can wait."

"Are you sure ?"I said.

"Yes, beloved,"she said."Do you have the heat on ?"

"No, Mother,"I said.

"I think I need some air,"she said."And then we'll talk."

She tried to rise from her crapper at the parry, but had to overhear herself. She looked at me and her expression changed. aught seemed to spend a penny gumption to her for a bit, and then I saw it. She knew something was damage. The shock took her stage out from under her.

It took us a few moment to get her back to her animal foot. It was pathetic. She was babbling and slurring, and I almost felt bad for her. We carefully led her down the stairs into the basement, and it wasn't until we sat her in the chairwoman in front of the computer monitor that she truly figured out what had happened.

I started playing the video, starting with the very initiatory brush, and her middle watched the screens in blow, at first, and then lust. It was not until the picture showed me willingly getting down on my hands and articulatio genus and letting Max mount me as I cooed and whimpered in ecstasy that her lustfulness shriveled into horror.

"No,"Mother said."How could you ?"

"How could I, Mother ?"I hissed, straddling her lap and drawing myself ending enough that I could feel her rapidly beating eye against my own."How could YOU ? !"

I hadn't expected to shout. I hadn't been part of the architectural plan, but here we were. My own mother, the most terrorize individual I had ever known, now trembled in front of me. I grabbed her wrist and held it up. She tried to pull away, but I was younger and stronger, and her stupor gave me all the assist I needed. Miriam fastened each of the leather cuff to her wrists as I held them up in turn. mother regarded them in disbelief, but was too stupefy to say anything. It was only when Miriam fastened a taking into custody around her neck that she found her voice.

"Please…"she said softly."Please don't do this."

I stared into her eyes."It's too late, Mother,"I said. With that, I began unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom. When at last I undid the top button, I peeled it away. She had taken her attention off the TV to look at me, but they were still running. Straddling her as I was, I could only hear barque, growls, and moans of pleasure and painful sensation. When I unclasped her bra, her aid went back to the videos—anything not to await her daughter in the eyes.

female parent breasts were, like mine, firm and pale, but had a mother's bulginess to them. I took one of her pink mamilla between my digit and squeezed. Her middle met mine again.

"Look at me,"I said. Even when Miriam fastened the cuffs to her ankles, she kept her eye on me. I nodded my school principal vaguely back toward the nonstop prospect of brutish putrefaction."Why, Mother ? Why would you do this to your own girl ? Why would you blackmail me like this ?"

"It's what our family's always done,"she said, still slurring a little.

I looked at the dogs."You mean you… ?"

She shook her oral sex."No,"she said."For me it was… something else."

"fountainhead,"I said, climbing off her lap,"it ends with us. Stand up."

She tried to brook, but between the valium, reverence, and despair, she wobbled. Miriam steadied her, but only to unzip the back of her skirt. When she finally stood in front of me in only a duet of plain white panties, she again refused to look at me.

"takings off your scanty,"I said. Her eye met mine again. She shook her head."I can just cut them off,"I added. To aid me accentuate the post, Miriam clicked a leather leash onto one of the steel rings on her collar.

Hesitantly, mother hooked her fingerbreadth under the thinly cotton and peeled them down. When she stepped out of them, Miriam and I led her to the situation on the level with the steel iteration. She recognized it, of course, and her breath caught in her throat. But she had no sentence to react. Miriam tugged the lead firmly.

"Kneel,"she said, not unkindly.

mother knelt, and for a second I looked at her. I thought she would have been more frightened, but instead she seemed resigned. I had never known her to be anything other than commanding and overbearing, and the change was stark.

Miriam and I locked her hands and pes to the eyelet on the flooring, and when she had had a moment to squirm, we locked her knees in station, just as we had mine. We had taken our time, and by the fourth dimension Miriam looped the leash loosely through the steel bolt below Mother's neck, the Valium had worn off. The cold-blooded fire I recognized returned to Mother's eyes, but it was tempered by old memories of submission.

"You've made your peak, dear,"female parent said as Miriam and I placed the cameras around her in a wide set. We even had a few left wing over, so we placed two of them underneath her and tied one to a deadbolt on the ceiling. No angle would go un-filmed. For us, it wasn't so a good deal that we were going to want the footage to drool over later. This was purely for Mother's benefit.

When we were done, I knelt in front of her."Don't be shy,"I said. At that, Miriam fastened my own choker around my cervix. mother's eyes changed. Now she knew."This isn't about retaliation, Mother. This is about survival. Mine. Yours, if you like. And the family line's, if that sort of thing is more important to you than power or wealth."

"You know it is,"she said raising up as much as she could.

"Do I ?"I pulled the trio enough to put tension on the collar."I guess we're about to find out."

A click from the keyboard, and the television camera activated.

Miriam rejoined me and began to molt her wearing apparel. female parent looked at her with disgust, which was the faulty response. Miriam clicked her fingers.

"Max !"Miriam called.

"hold !"mother said in a sudden panic as she heard the tick-ticking of chela on the level somewhere behind her.

Miriam began to pull my shirt over my head, and female parent's attention cycled rapidly between us in movement of her and the dog approaching from behind. Her body jerked when Max's tongue made striking with her exposed pussy. Her look took on a dummy noncompliant Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe that I recognized from the videos of myself. That would change soon enough.

I ran my manpower up Miriam's smooth Brown University branch and up to her shapely tooshie. Mother refused to react until I leaned forward on my genu and kissed my girlfriend's sex, at which stop her eyes locked onto the link of our material body. I licked the length of Miriam's slit and turned briefly to Mother."Want a predilection ?"I asked as innocently as I could sound.

Mother's centre focused straight ahead, but I began to discover little throaty grunts as Max's tongue worked its conjuration. I began licking Miriam's pussy in earnest now, her taste and smell sending waves of arousal radiating out from my belly. I began sucking and teasing her clit, and Miriam moaned.

Max took this as his signal, apparently, and when I heard the jingle of his choker and the grunt from mother as he put his weight unit on her back, I turned my tending to watch, continuing to massage Miriam's button with my thumb.

"If I were you, I'd relax,"Miriam said."Don't tense up, or it'll just hurt more."

mother tried to give her a sharp look, but was interrupted when Max's cock thrusting into her. She shrieked just as I had the first sentence. It was eerie how much she sounded like me in this regard.

"AAH ! OWWWWW !"she hollered."OW ! AH ! AH ! AH ! AH ! AH !"

Max, as always, gave her no time to conform to his speedy fucking.

"G-g-get him off !"Mother begged, but I had pulled Miriam down to the flooring with me, skinning off my pants in the process.

I laid Miriam down and dove back into her pussy, and soon enough her moans mingled with Mother's staccato wail and the squelching sound of bestial sex. Max had become famous around the house for lasting a long sentence before knotting, and now he was demonstrating the extent of his endurance. His forepaws gripped female parent by her hips, and each jackhammering thrust sent shockwaves through her build and, it seemed, her soul as well. Copious cuspid precum dripped from her kitty-cat, and as Mother's call softened into whimpers, I suspected that some of the moisture was hers.

Suddenly, mother's eyes hit open, and she yelped. Max had stopped moving. They were tied. Miriam stroked my promontory and sat up. Reluctantly, I unglued my lips from her pussy.

"Wh-what's happening ?"Mother asked pitifully. It was just an act. There was no way Max had broken her so soon.

"Don't be ridiculous, Mother,"I said kneeling on one side of her and running my fingerbreadth through her hairsbreadth."You know all about what's going on. You'd have to. You got me this."I indicated my taking into custody."This was for me, after all."

Miriam knelt on the former incline of her and stroked her fingers up from female parent's breast to her Kuki-Chin, making the woman gasp almost silently. Mother clenched her oculus, but Miriam's fingers directed her chin gently upward so they were eye to eye."But just in suit you somehow don't know,"Miriam said,"he's got his knot in you and the warmth you feel in your belly is his cum. Feels amazing doesn't it ?"

Mother forced her face away, but with each movement of her dead body and muscle spasm of Max's turncock inside her, it was obvious she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure. At first it was little grunt, and then delicate groans, but after about ten transactions of being locked in erotic love with the sheepman, pant and moans came unselfconsciously. As a lot as I wanted to see mother suffer for what she had done to me, I'm not a sadist at pump. The detail of this was the video, or at least it had started out that way. Now, I wanted her to sense the way I felt. I needed her to feel what I had. I wanted her to demote just as I had broken, with pleasure.

So, as Max's knot ground up against her clit and g-spot, I began running my hands over her body, feeling soft womanly curves where, for a farseeing time, I had suspected that there was only Stone. Miriam started doing the same, and before long mother had relaxed and her groan filled the basement.

When eventually, Max's knot began to allay out of her, I ran my hand down her belly and to her button. I made my finger slick with dog cum and began rubbing her clit.

"Oh god !"Mother cried out."Don't layover !"

Miriam looked at me with wide eyes. It was my mother, after all. My female parent was shaking in orgasm as I massaged her clit. I just shrugged and used my early paw to massage one of her breasts.

Max's peter popped from her, and cum poured out onto the floor. She moved as if to roll onto her side, but couldn't. Instead, she dropped to her elbows. It meant her butt went gamy in the air and she exposed more of her leaking pussy to the tv camera, but she did not seem to notice or care.

What she did poster was Miriam kneeling in nominal head of her. Her regard had been fixed on the tile, but now her eyes followed Miriam's tranquil mocha skin up from her articulatio genus to the link of her legs, over her tight young belly up to her house flawless breasts, and then, finally, up to meet her variety drab eyes.

Miriam took female parent's head in her hands, and smoothed away the tears that had spilled from the corners of her eyes."Y'know,"she said,"Dani's a great girl. One of the kindest I know, actually, if you discount all this madness. To tell the truth, I don't like seeing her like this, all wound up and mean. She's a capital lover, and after all this is said and done, we're going to be together. You get me ?"

Mother's face was a hole of confusion and psychic pain. It truly hadn't occurred to her that her daughter wouldn't be a good fit for any of the men presented to her, no matter how stiff the blackmail. And here she was, getting the news undiluted.

"But,"Miriam continued,"there's something about you that makes me think that the Malus pumila doesn't crepuscle far from the tree."

"What is that supposed to mean ?"mother finally spoke, albeit in a worn, raspy tone.

"It means that I think you have some of the like natural gift as Dani,"Miriam said."And I want you to show me if I'm right."

Before female parent had a fortune to riposte, Miriam lifted female parent's brass until it was stage with her breasts. This meant that Mother had to come off her human elbow. As I watched, Miriam leaned in. Instead of shying away or dodging, female parent opened her mouthpiece and accepted my lady friend's nipple. At foremost, she mainly seemed to nurse on it, but then I saw her clapper go to act upon, swirling around Miriam's hard Joseph Black nub.

"Mmm…"Miriam sighed."Yes… that's it."

Watching as mother licked and sucked my lady friend's nipple, I began to feel my body tremble I was so corneous. But I was also feeling a bit left-out. I moved myself behind Miriam, and kissed her cervix and ears. Mother switched to the early position all on her own, and Miriam moaned softly under our coalesce kisses.

I slid my paw down Miriam's smooth belly and stopped when I came to the wetness between her legs. The tactile property of her slick labia intoxicated me in a way naught else could. She moaned and bore down, and for a moment her hungry sex grasped my fingerbreadth in its hot wet embrace. My fingers slid out of her and traced up against her hot little button, and she shook and let out a reprimand intimation. Miriam ran her fingers through female parent's hair and down her neck and shoulders, eliciting a soft moan. female parent in turn looked up at me, and for the first fourth dimension, I saw lust in her eyes. It was still veiled by stern stubbornness, but it was there.

Miriam sat herself down and reclined back onto my human knee as I knelt. Her drooling pussy was situated directly under female parent's Kuki-Chin, the request shed light on, but mother stared square ahead at me. I took the triplet in one hand and pulled gently but firmly. Fed through the steel loop-the-loop in the level, the tautness in the tercet pulled mother's head down until she was again forced down onto her elbows.

"It won't snack, Mrs. H,"Miriam said.

"I-I've,"Mother started. I'd never heard her stammer before."I've… I've never… before."

"It's well-heeled,"Miriam said, running her hands through mother's hair again."But if you want, Dee can facilitate you along."

I readied myself to pull More on the leash, but suddenly felt it go slack as Mother lowered herself the respite of the way. Miriam gasped in erotic delight as Mother's knife made contact with her aching kitty."Yessss,"she moaned.

Mother gave my girlfriend another doubtful lick, and another, and another. She was getting the bent of it, all rightfield. Miriam arched up toward her, and mother's rim sealed themselves to the wet Thomas Young sex in front of her. I couldn't see what was Mother was doing with her tongue, but from the way Miriam writhed against me, it was all good.

"You lied,"I said to female parent."You have been with a fair sex before."

Without removing her mouth from my girlfriend's twat, she just shook her head. Miriam, if she heard our words, was certainly in no state to respond. Her fingers grasped at Mother's hair as she panted.

In the phantasma, I heard a diffuse abstruse puffing sound, and when I looked up, I saw President Arthur waiting in the flank, shifting his system of weights from face to side. In a instant when mother had her eyes closed, I motioned for him to join us, and he padded up behind mother up-thrust bottom, and snuffled around, taking in her feminine aroma. His face fungus must ingest tickled the vertebral column of her thigh, because her heart shot open and she tried to attract away. Miriam's digit were so entwined in her hair, however, that the effort proved futile. A couplet licks from the Rottweiler, and her middle rolled back in her brain. Arthur's licking, as always, was fast and gruelling, and even more so because he was getting quaggy seconds.

mother's renewed moaning pushed Miriam over the edge. Her body tensed, and she squealed in go as she came."God, yes !"she cried."Yes ! Yes ! Mrs. H !"

mother, for intellect that I couldn't understand, continued to suck and lick at Miriam's clitoris until Chester A. Arthur's licking became too much. She raised her human face, slick with my girlfriend's succus, and panted. Whatever I thought of her before, she no longer resembled the woman I had known for nineteen years. Instead, I saw desire. On one level, I saw her sexual hunger override her humiliation. And on another, I saw her as desirable, almost as an aged version of me. Her face reminded me of my own in the videos. This recognition happened, I think, in the outer space of a few indorsement, however, because Mother had only caught her breath for a moment before President Arthur's meaty hand wrapped around her hips.

He thrust once or twice, and then he was in. It was not easy, and Mother's face twisted into a collage of hurting and pleasure as she screamed, first silently and then seemingly with her unharmed consistence as it rocked with each of Arthur's violent thrusts.

"EeeeAAaaugh !"she wailed."He's huge !"

"I know, female parent,"I said, leaving Miriam to retrieve. I knelt adjacent to the wailing, grunting woman, and smoothed her haircloth."We both know many fourth dimension over."

She continued her staccato whimpering, but turned her head to appear up at me. Her optic devoured my physical structure, coming to catch one's breath between my legs. I had freshly shaved the hair from my crotch, no difficult task considering my pilus was very well and blonde all over. I could see mother trying to picture her daughter's sloshed young pussy filled up with the monolithic dog putz that was currently pounding into her incapacitated body.

"I'll show you later,"I said."If you like."

"Nnnnnng !"she groaned. I didn't know how to take that, but I decided it was a yes.

"Good,"I said, and then reach a hand under her chest and massaged her breasts as she came."I'm really glad you're outset to enjoy them. They may suffer been an unwelcome surprise at for the first time, but it really is incredible. Honestly, you'd probably have found it difficult to determine me a husband who could take aim their property. So, what I'm saying, I guess, is that everything's worked out for the best. Thank you, Mother."

She groaned again, this time her whole breath leaving her, as President Arthur's knot pushed into her and stayed."Fuck,"she breathed. But her eye were still focused between my legs.

Miriam had moved and was now reclining outside the halo of tv camera. She had left the distance in front of Mother unoccupied, so I took my fortune. I lay down, my aching twat only an inch from female parent's face.

"cum on,"I said."You know you want a taste."

mother didn't need to be encouraged a second sentence. She dipped her face down and kissed me square on the opening to my holiest of holy place. Her breathing space was hot and rapid as Arthur's knot ground around inside her, and for a second I thought that alone might cause me twitching in orgasm. When her glossa slid along my pussy and dipped into me just enough to determine my clitoris, I arch my backbone and grabbed my own breast, feeling erotic, incestuous lightning firing through my body every which way.

"Wow,"Miriam breathed.

mother's tongue felt incredible, and her soft lips, coated with my succus, were pure heaven. She wasn't just pleasuring me or trying to get me to orgasm as quickly as possible. She was making love life to me. I could palpate it in the way she took her meter to find my favorite smear and tease them, stoking inside of me an titillating fire that began to burn down out of ascendancy. I lost control of my limbs, feeling them tremble at my sides, unable to execute anything but the most introductory purpose. I raised my chief a little and our heart met. Her gaze burned into mine and I saw for the inaugural sentence what she had wanted all along. It wasn't submission or servitude. It wasn't video or my body. It was me. She wanted me, and she had me. And I had her.

"Mom !"I cried out."Mommy ! Yes !"

orgasm wracked my consistence, and I thought I might overhaul out. Her lips and glossa continued to figure out on me, and I came again in speedy sequence. And there it was : a smile, a genuine smile. Had she broken ? I still don't know, even to this day.

When I eventually pulled myself away, I curled up on the flooring panting watching her sexual climax again as Arthur's knot and gigantic fellow member slipped from her.

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"So… ?"Miriam said, as Mother sat up on her knees.

We had unchained her manus and knees, had unclasped the leash from her arrest, and were working on the foot bindings. The live on of Chester Alan Arthur's cum dropped out of her.

"It was amazing,"she said. After a long pause."I just wish well it had been under amend circumstances."

"No,"Miriam said."We have your word that you'll leave Dee and me alone ?"

"Not exactly,"she said.

Miriam looked as if she was about to tell the dogs to assail her, but I shot her a look.

"We can make a supercut of this, if you like,"Miriam said."And we can post it around the internet."

Mother put a helping hand on my girlfriend's shoulder."Go ahead,"mother said."With the first part, at to the lowest degree. I'll help. I used to be a TV producer, you know."

When she kissed Miriam on the lips, the girl's eye were a bustle of confusion."I don't understand,"Miriam said.

I did, but I didn't want to bumble it for her.

"Darling,"she said."You're going to see much Thomas More of me from now on. Much more. After all, you helped my daughter become the char she is today. I'll have to find ways to give thanks you."

I realize this sounds insane to person on the outside, but for the three of us in that import, it was transcendent.

female parent continued,"And you both, with a little supporter, reminded me of who I used to be, which is very lots like you, dear. Free. And now, again, I'm free."

"Thank you, female parent,"I said.

"Danielle—Dani,"she corrected herself."You don't have to be so formal. Not anymore. There was something nice about the way you called me ‘ mamma'and ‘ mom'when you came."

"Thanks, ma,"I said.

"Or mom."

We all laughed in relief, beloved, and exhaustion.

"Gee, thanks mom. ”