Gee, Thanks Mom !

by BD Long

( f/f/F/dogs, brute, bondage, cons/non-cons, coercion, hesitation, stripling, incest, interracial )

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I should be honorable up front. My family is wealthy. I don't like to cogitate of us as super-duper plentiful, but I've never had to worry about a affair in my life sentence, so maybe we are. It's decent, but sometimes it can progress to affair awkward, especially when trying to make new supporter. Take the house, for example. It was my first year in university, and my parents insisted that, instead of aliveness in the communal dorms like a pattern bookman, I take over the house"cottage"that sat nestled in the hill overlooking the townspeople. I put"bungalow"in quotes because it was actually a house. Despite my breakup from campus, I had managed to relieve oneself a booster, Miriam, and had been to her family's house, which actually looked like a bungalow compared to my new home.

Ostensibly, my parents put me in the cottage because, although not famous, my family line name was known in sure lot, and they were concerned that early students or staff might try to take advantage of that fact. I'm not stupefied, though. My closing off was to save me away from the common riffraff, especially boys. After university, the programme was obviously to hook up with me off to the son of another affluent kinfolk. I had seen it occur to family friend, male and female, and the thought of it happening to me made my clamber crawl.

Luckily, my parents placed no restrictions on my female person friendly relationship, which was why Miriam was riding in the rider seat of the sedan as we pulled into the car horse barn on the south side of the sign. As she climbed out of the car, the orotund steel gate at the battlefront of the property creaked, and she watched it close.

"Come on,"I said, embarrassed. Her family home had bars on the windows and room access to hold on people out. Mine had a half-ton sword gate in movement and a seven-foot senior high school brick wall all the way around its two demesne, 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 saturnine dark-brown middle, but I refused to meet them. This had been a bad idea. More than anything, I wanted Miriam to see me as just another girl, but bringing her to the bungalow had shattered that illusion in an jiffy. I turned and walked down the nerve pathway that led from the side of the house to the rump entering. I used the front end ingress as short as I could because there was no rattling good place to put one's place in the front foyer. There was also a silver-and-crystal chandelier that I wanted to avert. The logic gate had been enough for now.

As we approached the plunk for doorway, I felt Miriam's heart on me, and I turned my head briefly enough to catch her quickly looking away. Had she been checking me out ? I almost tripped over my own understructure. 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 reflection in the French doors, I saw a skinny blonde lady friend dressed in an internationally preppy mode. A light racy sports jacket covered a Edward White cotton blouse, and a Robert Brown tweed skirt rested its hem just above my knees. For October, it was unseasonably ardent, and the blazer had been a bit much. I had opted for ovalbumin tennis shoes, even though they didn't really match my outfit as well as I'd have liked, because I had left the house only to find fault up Miriam. And, speak of the Old Nick, I caught her checking out my goat again in the reflection. But what was there to check out ? I mean, I'm not savorless on either side, but I'm not particularly well endowed either. Oddly, I'd never felt self-conscious about my physical structure until now.

Maybe that was because Miriam is rather well built. She's no cartoon, but as I got the threshold open and turned around to quetch my horseshoe off in the entryway, I found myself stealing a quick envious coup d'oeil at her and hoping she wouldn't notification. Her cutis was the coloring of hot hot chocolate, and her pitch-black hair, unlike mine which was straight and stopped just above my shoulders, fell down to her shoulder vane and had been knit into dreadlocks and decorated with cowrie cuticle that clicked together in rhythm as she moved. She had a bingle amber tintinnabulation in one nostril and a few that climbed up each ear. She wore a superfluous army jacket three sizes too big and surface in the front, under which was an aquamarine tank top that popped against her darker skin. Her contraband blue jean were ripped at the genu, though I couldn't tell whether this was by design. Her tankful was tucked into her jeans, and revealed more meat than I had, but also More brawniness. Miriam also had faded black army charge, that she struggled with only when the lace became tangled. She bent over briefly, and I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her cleavage. I didn't feel excited by the survey, but I didn't look nothing, either. Wyrd, I thought, and turned away before she saw me looking.

"You can put your bag by the room access,"I said heading further into the firm and hanging a rightfulness into the kitchen."We'll ingest it upstairs later when I give you a tour. Want something to drink ?"

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

I was already rooting around in the refrigerator by the time she entered. She sat on one of the stools at the kitchen's plaza island."Don't get too easy,"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 international, 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, girlfriend,"she said."It's all right. It's your home."

"What do you want to drink ?"I said, trying to change the depicted object."I've got water, succus, vino ( rosé and white ), and beer."

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

"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 fridge and turned around. Miriam's look 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 cause she was here. I was so preoccupied I had almost forgotten."That's the idea,"I said.

I led Miriam through the can section of the household and out the NE doorway, and I heard her pant. right hand. Of course. I waved her onward and led her down the contract way to the pool region. The orotund flat pavement stones were cool and smooth against my bare feet and felt amazing in the late October heat.

The pool country, surrounded by a short lookout man fence meant to go on animal out, was mostly surface to the elements, and a half-dozen longsighted professorship lay around the farseeing bound of the orthogonal pool. At the northeast quoin, furthest from the star sign, was a hot tub, partially enclosed by a wooden summerhouse, the walls of which had obviously been built so that anything happening in the hot tub was hidden from the house. I had long ago convinced myself that whatever shenanigans my parents had gotten up to had been a foresighted clock time ago, and that the tub had been cleaned many fourth dimension over since then. Because that was what had happened. It had to.

"Jesus Christ,"Miriam said.

"I know,"I said.

She laughed again.

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

"You, Dee,"she said, calling me by the abruptly version of my name, Daniella, she had been using since the first day we met."You're all injure up and shit about your home. You embarrassed ?"

"A little,"I said, sitting on a tenacious electric chair and putting my beer on my genu."Wouldn't you be ?"

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

I offered my deal, and she handed her feeding bottle back to me. In a whoremonger I'd learned in boarding schooltime, I braced both bottles against each former at the crown 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 little girl do shop 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 tranquil. There was a lot to unpack from that conversation, and I think we both just took some meter to conceive and decompress. She was right—about my awkwardness, at least. I really wasn't comfortable around the other students in the art syllabus. Probably because they were all meant to be there. I was just taking art history as a superior general education requirement. My parents, Mother in particular, would never stick out any dallying in the arts. But that wasn't the only grounds I felt like an outsider. 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 presumption that they needn't have. These were the people my family referred to in the humbled possible terms, and every time I was around them, I could find out in my head the intelligence spoken around the dinner board. 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 succeeding to the pool. Rolling up her pant legs, she stuck her bare feet in the water and sighed. I went to join her, and when I stuck my feet in the pool, I knew her sigh had been one of relief.

"This is nice,"she said softly and laid herself down on the pool deck.

"Yeah,"I said.

"You're nice,"she said.

"Ye—what ? !"

Miriam laughed, her belly shaking and her human foot splashing."You're too well-to-do,"she said.

This time, for whatever reason, I didn't flavour like she was making fun of me. Bending down, I splashed her with a piffling pee from the syndicate. 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 close call of the front gate receptive followed by the sound of Mother's SUV, the one she used to transfer large antiques.

"diddly-squat,"I said, feeling my happiness fizzle out.

"What's wrong ?"Miriam asked.

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

Miriam did as I asked, and I guess it was because she heard the urgency in my vocalization. We scurried back through the rear doorway of the house, and I had Miriam unpack the art account study textile from her bag and then take the rest upstairs. Maybe she dealt with a version of this bullshit at habitation, too, because she didn't thriftlessness time with questions. While she was on a higher floor, I spread the volume and notes out on the dining room tabular array and did my best to take it look like we hadn't just been goofing off.

I saw a phantasm on the other side of the front door's frosted glass, and I went to open it.

"Oh, thank you, dear,"female parent said, stepping past me. She wore a beige pantsuit that was no incertitude tailored specifically for sudden high temperature waves in late autumn. She always had a plan. And she had one today."How is the house ?"Not, How are you ? Of course not.

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

"Why, I come bearing gifts, of course,"she said, as if said gift 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 give birth spun out to the sides, but hers was cut shortsighted, all business. Of course."love, you really are such a grouch,"she said."Here I am, giving to my only daughter, and what do I get in return ?"

"Sorry, female parent,"I said, only form of sorry.

"Hi, Mrs. William Rowan Hamilton !"Miriam leaned on the upstair bannister and waved down into the foyer. Mother's inviting smiling remained, but I felt the room spell insensate. Now I really was sorry.

My friend skipped down the stairs in her bare feet, and I saw mother's center go to the hemp bracelets she wore on her ankle joint. Miriam must have seen my reflection, because she slowed to a more timid yard. female parent extended a hand, and Miriam took it gently and curtsied slightly. Mother's eyes softened instantly. This was the respect she deserved."And who might you be ?"she said not completely threateningly.

"Miriam, ma'am,"the girl said, keeping her eyes on mother."I'm in your daughter's art story grade, and she was kind enough to invite me up here to study."

"well,"mother said,"at least she's making protagonist. She can be terribly moody."

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

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

"Of course you are, darling,"female parent said, barely turning her head in my direction."Well, girl Miriam, it has been a pleasure."And then she checked her scout."pile to business,"she continued, more to me this time."I have to conform to up with your founding father in two hours. We have an investor's coming together, and then we have to adjoin up with the, ugh, Callaways for a workweek on their yacht. An integral week, can you believe ? What a nightmare. Anyway, come."

She started out the doorway, and Miriam and I followed. I tried to make eye inter-group communication with Miriam, but she had her gaze fixed on Mother, as if she were a cobra that might strike at any mo. She had good instincts. In the private road in front of the house was the blackness SUV, and in the binding were two large dark shapes, obscured by fogged glass. Mother went to the rear and opened the door, and down jumped two large dogs : a Rottweiler and a Shepherd.

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

"For your protection, dear. They're safeguard hot dog, not pets,"Mother said. Of course."Now listen : they have been trained by experts and have come at no lowly disbursement, so process them well."She pulled from the SUV two with child flat cardboard boxes."These are their houses. They'll eternal rest in these, outside in the car parking area. They are only to derive in the star sign in exigency, and they know this. Here,"she said, handing me a turn up opus of paper,"is a list of their bid. And here,"she added, handing me a pennywhistle on a lanyard,"is an emergency pennywhistle. If you need aid, or if they are doing something they shouldn't and aren't following statement, blow this. It will bring them to attention. preserve it with you at all times."

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

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

"You don't need to be fluent to learn the dustup on a piece of composition,"she said."Now, I have to go. expend some prison term building those dog houses. They'll want somewhere to catch some Z's tonight. Oh, and before I forget,"she said, ducking back into the rachis of the SUV and dragging out not one but two heavyweight bags of dog food."This is special nutrient. You can decree it online when these two bags are empty. Use the blue wit to pay for it so we can lump it in with our business expenses."

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

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

As she drove off, Miriam, the frankfurter, 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 number 1 time Mother had displayed just how little she cared about me, nor was it the first-class honours degree meter she'd done it to me in front of a friend, but it stung this time.

In secrecy, we moved the intellectual nourishment indoors and dragged the kennel sets over to the car green. According to the education, construction was uncomplicated, but in practice, the aim was elaborate. About a half hour into twist, 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 coat, I was still feeling hot, but I wondered how much was due to still being angry at Mother. I stopped working for a minute, 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 consistence heaving prick. And I had become so ware that when Miriam touched my shoulder I nearly shrieked. One of the frump, the Rottweiler moved a niggling closer, but when he ( oh, yes, it was very obviously a he, as was the sheepherder ) saw this wasn't a problem he could fix, he sat back down.

"What's wrong ?"Miriam said. I looked at her, and she said,"Right. Is she always like that ?"

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

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

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

"wellspring, what does she want ?"

It was there in that hot low car car park that I filled her in on what I figured my parents had in memory board for me after commencement. It was the offset meter I'd told anyone anything so personal, and I shook with fear and relief as I did it. And when I was done, I buried my face in her articulatio humeri and let her hold me. Eventually, I gathered myself together and raised my head. I expected her to look awkward or uncomfortable, but she just smiled back at me.

"I bet this seems pudding head,"I said."rich people the great unwashed problems."

Her digit brushed a few disheveled lock chamber of blonde hair away from my grimace and said,"It's not always that unproblematic. 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 relief, and wiped my eyes. It took a while to get myself back into working shape, but eventually we got the second doghouse built, and scooted it over side by side to the first.

"Bob Hope you bozo 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 swimming suit, but I was pretty sure we had something in her sizing. female parent, as I said, always had a design, and that included keeping a few surplus items of wear around for potentiality guests. So, I led Miriam back inside and upstairs to one of the client bedrooms. We had been digging around in the dressing table 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 ?"

"octonary,"she said."Sometimes ten."

I shook my head."I mean…"For some reason I felt weird about saying it, so I cupped my own bosom over my blouse and jiggled a piddling to force home the point. And then I realized that I would've been better off just using my words.

Miriam broke into a fit of giggling that she couldn't terminate no matter how hard she tried. At offset, I turned red, but the foresightful her giggling went on, the more infectious it became, and I soon found myself laughing along with her. It had been a derisory thing to do, but it felt kind of well to not postulate myself so seriously for once.

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

I dug through another draftsman. bird. Another drawer. Ties. Really, Mother ? Finally, I found a drawer full of swimwear. Personally, I was hoping for something more modest, but the first thing I dug out was a brightly yellow two-piece suit. It wasn't exactly a Bikini, but it would express off a lot more sputter than I thought she ( or I ) might be comfortable with. I set it on the carpet and kept digging, but Miriam picked it up and held its pieces against her body.

"This'll do,"she said.

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

She snorted and grinned."Ain't cipher around,"she said."Besides, what do I got to be shy about ?"

"Point taken,"I said, my heart focused on the floor.

There was a bathroom attached to the Edgar Guest bedchamber, so while she went in and got changed, I went down the Asaph Hall to my own room and the similarly attached bathroom to convert into my own suit, red with diminished tweed polka dots. I chose it partly because it was similar 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 courtship. It fit well, which was unusual. My bottom size was somewhere between a four and six ( I mentioned I was a niggling skinny, right ? ), and my breasts were 28, but somewhere between an A and B. Finding bra that fit me comfortably was difficult enough, but going shopping for bathing suit was like finding Carmen Sandiego.

When I came out of the bath, Miriam was waiting for me by the door to my bedchamber. I stopped abruptly—too abruptly, actually, because the corners of her lips turned up."Fits perfect,"she said, and turned and a slow round. It really did.

Once again, I led the way through the house. As I stepped outside, I nearly leapt out of my pelt. The dogs were sitting at attention on the weed, just off the lowly patio. Their stare made me deeply uncomfortable, and then I realized : the whistle. Quickly, I stepped back inside, shut the room access, 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 ignore my scruple."Mother said they're trained well,"I said, hoping that answered the query. I opened the room access and stepped out, and Miriam followed, shutting the door behind her. We still had a few more hour of daylight left, and I really wanted to spend it at the pool, so again I shoved my concern aside and started down the way to the pool. As we went, the hotdog flanked us and kept pace, the shepherd a little ahead, the Rottweiler a picayune behind. When we got to the pool, I unlatched the logic gate, ushered Miriam through, and latched it behind us. I didn't question that these pawl could gain the fence if properly motivated, but they seemed substance to allow for us be. In fact, when I made a shoo motion to them, they trotted off like formula frankfurter. I shrugged. Weird.

For an hour or two, I can't be sure, Miriam and I splashed, floated, and swam, talking about university, our families, and even quizzing each other on the art history material we were supposed to be studying in the first property. As it turned out, despite our different breeding, we both had a lot of the same concern, top among them not having control over our lives. She was worried that she'd end up stuck in a drill college Town with no prognosis, and I was worried that my family would basically deal me out to the gamey bidder like a appreciate female horse. We also shared sake in art and had similar appreciation in music and movies. One thing that set Miriam apart, however, was her assurance and forwardness.

"You're pretty,"she said as we rested our weapon on the pool deck of cards."You know that, right ?"

"Sure,"I said, not really believing it. I mean, I knew I could be seen as suitable. Boys in high school had made that abundantly bring in. But to high-school male child a loaf of bread was worthy, so I hadn't put lots interest in their judgement. Now, I may let mentioned this other, but I'm no dummy. When Miriam said I was pretty, I knew what she meant, but I didn't really screw what to form of it. Still, something in my tum stirred, and I started to feel warm.

"I mean it,"she said.

"I know you do,"I said. That sounded cold. I didn't think 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 potential way I could tump over her. Not that I wanted to.

"Just like…"she seemed to me looking for the word."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 little."I mean, no,"she said."No one's got it all figured out. Except maybe your mom—that woman makes me afraid."

"join the club,"I said.

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

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

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

I felt a collar on my posterior, yelped, and let go of the wall. For a second base, I sank, but when I emerged, sputtering, she was right there, just inches from my face, laughing and holding onto the rampart, trying not to sink. I started laughing, too, but mostly because I was nervous. This girl, this amazing, beautiful missy with perfective tense skin and a grinning that shone like the sun, was hitting on me. I had no estimate what to do. Was it possible that I could be into girls ? Oh, mother would vote down me.

"And I do sleep together that grinning,"she said, and then kissed me. I melted.

It would be a good death.

I must throw 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 party ?"she said, with a chuckle.

"right wing,"I said. Food was the furthest matter from my thinker."Yes ?"

"Cool,"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 fix her pelt prickle.

I followed her out and we spent a moment toweling off. She was looking at me, I knew, but for cause I can't explain, I tried to keep my oculus off of her. Instead, I looked around for the firedog. The Rottweiler was standing maybe a century metre away toward the Dixie side of the house. The Shepherd was standing near the door closest to us at the northeastern United States street corner. 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 spot on the locoweed."Huh,"I said."Never mind."

Once again, the pawl escorted us as we went between the household and the pool, and I got the tactile sensation that Miriam wasn't the only one watching my butt. I gripped the whistle with a tremendous sense of disquiet, 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 door and looked out the shabu back breaker. The dogs sat for a import, their center on us, and then went about their business.

Rather than Cook, we decided to order of magnitude pizza. There was one plaza in town that would send a driver all the way up to the house, so while Miriam went to change out of her swimming costume, I called the shop. When I was done, I went to my room and changed into some sweatpants and a loose-ish washrag shirt. It would be clock time to meditate, 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 loose-fitting washcloth drawers and a t-shirt that was almost big sufficiency to be a tunic. The sun was just going down, and I realized I should probably feed the dog. I excused myself and fetched the two big bowling ball that had come with the doghouse. I filled them up in the kitchen, grabbed the whistle, and left through the rear door.

The hotdog materialized immediately. I had gotten about halfway to the car common when I got a Weird look. I looked down, but the dogs were just staring expectantly up at their nutrient lawn bowling. right, I thought. Of course of instruction they're staring at me.

I set the bowl 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 people, and these dog were certainly new and unexpected. But, then, they were dogs. mother said they were well trained, and I had a whistle and a list of bid, which I reminded myself to rent with me when the pizza pie guy arrived. What could possibly go unseasonable ?

I looked down at their tag for their name calling. Max was the Shepherd, which made mother wit, I guess. But the Rottweiler was called Arthur. variety of a weird name for a guard duty dog, but whatever.

When the dogs began to eat and I saw to it that they had water supply, I headed back inside, waiting until I had disappeared around the side of the menage to turn my backrest on them. I walked quickly, but it didn't subject. Despite my misgivings, they hadn't pursued. Still, I locked the door and gave a 2nd glance back through the glass. zilch. I really was getting paranoid.

I found Miriam in the living room. She had the art history texts piled adjacent to the coffee table, and had put our course of study notes on top. For a few minutes, we got down to business, and then the intercommunication system beeped. I hopped up and ran to the room access. Pressing the button, I said,"how-do-you-do !"

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

"Ok,"I said, pressing the clit to open the gate."parkway up to the front door, but bide in the car. We have new dogs."

"Uh… ok,"he said."certain thing."

I grabbed the leaning of commands and the pennywhistle and opened the front door. Sure enough, the firedog had flanked the car, and the pizza guy, who I recognized as being a jr. guy from my old senior high school school, sat firmly in the device driver's fanny looking sufficiently intimidated.

I looked at the inclination."Max. Arthur,"I said. They turned their heads toward me."Komm hier."

They instantly left the car and came to my side. Damn, it really worked. I was instill. Granted, that was an easy dictation ; I could've said the Saame matter in English.

The pizza pie guy popped his room access open a crack."Can I come in out now ?"

"Setzen,"I said. The dogs sat. Ok, good. Now came the parting where I hoped I didn't screw up the pronunciation."Bleib,"I said, drawing out the Good Book 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 muscularity twitch as the guy got out of the car.

"Hey,"he said.

"Hey,"I said.

"You speak German ?"he asked.

I snorted."No way,"I said, holding up the newspaper with the statement."How'd you know what lyric 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 oculus went to the cubicle cushy case of pizzas in the punt seat of his Honda, and when he saw me looking, he jerked as if someone had surprised him."You ok ?"I asked as he tried to unfold the rear passenger door.

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

I handed him the cash, and said,"Keep the change."

"Thanks,"he said. His eyes went to the dogs 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 ram away. On the way back inside, I felt the wienerwurst watching me. When I was back inside, Miriam was waiting by the door.

"Those dogs are seriously uncanny,"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 material. We got a lot done, which was a surprisal to me, because the thirster we went on, the more difficult I found it to concentrate. I could remember dates and epithet, creative person and movement, but in Miriam's company I also remembered the kiss. Soon, it's all I could recall.

Eventually, I had to hold back, feigning fatigue. 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 intellect ?"

I didn't know, and it didn't matter. 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 kiss ? She had commented on my butt, though, which I felt her watching as we climbed the step again.

The TV was in my room, and I had a bookshelf stuffed with videodisk. Miriam went to it and spent a twain hour browsing the ***********ion. It was an art-house movie about a missy who was from an ultra-religious family and was just about to go to college. I had seen it about a hundred times before. virtually of the clip, I would form of ignore the commencement part where her brother seduces her. It got a bit racy at meter, but had clearly been dialed back from the film director's archetype intention in order to make it to the celluloid festivals. The second one-half was where I had always found myself sitting a little straighter and torment that former people might sense 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 motion picture started, and Miriam lay on her venter with her head at the ft of the bed so she was closer to the CRT screen. As I said, I usually didn't pay much attending to the start of the film. It wasn't that incestuous subject bothered me. They were simply emblematical of … something. ( I made a mental note of hand to attend it up. ) It's just that I had always found the brother's girlfriend much more intriguing. 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 first off half this time. Miriam was here. On my bed. Turns out, the brother-sister kinship wasn't as bad as I remember—still not as interesting as the minute half, but not bad. And then came the revelation with all those Polaroids : the lost passion, the fille at church building camp. It was heartbreaking. I tried not to cry, and did a pretty good job, but I sniffled and Miriam turned her head.

She must feature seen my face because she rolled over and sat up."What's the matter ?"she asked.

"Nothing,"I lied.

She took my hands and I pulled them away."Dee ! What's going on with you ?"I looked at her eyes 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, hoot. I had no idea it would be so backbreaking 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 ally ?"

I nodded.

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

I nodded again, and she scooted a bit closer and wiped the tears from my cheek. For a moment, there was only the strait of the movie in the background, a rising musical grudge and the sounds of lovemaking. I glanced at the TV. The low one-half of the movie was risque than I remember. The speech sound of moaning filled the room, and the ridiculousness 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 passion salvo inside me like a balloon. It spread through my body, and rather than just letting her buss me, I put my arms around her and kissed back. Her soft lip grappled with mine, and I felt my affection racing. Against my custody, her back curved and arched, and I pulled her to me. She finally put her arms around me, admittedly much humiliated than I'd expected, and instead of having doubts, I let her strong arms pull me even closer, so I was straddling her thigh and she was straddling mine. Our bodies came together, my breath left me, and I pulled my lips from hers for a moment.

"Everything okey ?"Miriam asked, taking a hand from the small of my back and running her finger tips over my cheek. I was no expert in love, but I could sense the yearning in Miriam's body, held at bay by what I hoped was respect.

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

"This is your offset clip making out with a girl."

"With anyone."

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

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

"Are you certain ?"she said, her tone slightly more serious. She needn't have asked, though. I knew what she meant. If we continued, neither of us would be able 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 helping hand to the belittled of my back.

As our backtalk met again, I felt her hands press gently but firmly, pulling me closer, but also lowering my hips onto her thigh. Even through her knickers and my own, the heat of her dead body radiated between my peg, and I felt a easy, warm sensation flood my body. I'd felt it before, of course, but this was unlike, more vivid, more arrant. I dragged my private parts against her thigh and gasped for breath. Miriam released the pressing on my hips and I slid back down. The kindling had been lit, and all that was left was to kick in the flame of passion a chance to catch.

Her hands slide further down over my butt, and pulled me up her second joint again. The fire went wild. I no longer needed the boost, but I let her observe grinding me against her because I loved the way her fingers dug into my butt. Soon, though, it was hard to recollect about anything other than the growing heat between my pegleg, and I felt my body lead over.

Her tongue entwined with mine, and our heavy respiration almost drowned out the moving-picture show. I decided it was my turn, and moved my hands down over Miriam's hip joint to her round butt. There was plenitude to snap up onto, and I pulled her onto my second joint. Instantly, I felt the rut of her against me, and I knew this was in good order. She had been waiting, of course of instruction, and needed no encouragement. What I didn't expect was how very much her grinding would affect me. I felt dizzy.

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

Her custody continued up my back, past my articulatio humeri blades, igniting lilliputian fires on their way. And when I thought she was going to block, 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 arms somewhat grudgingly from her butt, the whole matter slipped right off. I had my bra on, so I didn't feel too au naturel, and she didn't seem to mind—just soaked me up with her eye. And when she looked to me, she just raised her implements of war straight above her read/write head expectantly with a mischievous grin.

I couldn't supporter giggling, and soon neither could she. We tried once to stop, but when I snorted trying to hold back it back, we broke down again. When at utmost our laughter subsided, she raised up her arms again. Looking her in the eyes, I ran my hands up her pelvic arch and hesitated a here and now before continuing. And when I did, the softness of her skin ran under my fingers like silk. It was perfect tense. Up my hands went, not up her back, as she had done with me, but along her sides. I reached the seat where my finger's breadth should have run against her bra, but found only polish peel. Still looking me in the eye, her eyes gleamed. I swallowed, and continued up until the shirt was pulled up over her heading, 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 tit had been ugly ? They weren't, of course of instruction. They were perfect. I reached out and took one in each helping hand, and she froze.

"Well, sense unloose to, uh, feel freely,"she said."I'll just be here, blind."

I did just that. I'd never touched another girl's titty before, and now I was wondering why I had waited so long. I ran my fingers over every inch, and watched in delight as Miriam's responded. first was her breather catching 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 oppose, kissed her again. I felt her hands on my back, and before I knew what she was doing, she had my bra off. Now, skin against pelt, we stoked the ardour once again.

I must have been bonk drunk, because in my zealousness I lost my balance. With a shared shriek of pleasant surprise, we fell to the bed. Our legs were still entwined, and I felt Miriam's paw firmly on my butt again, pressing me against her and sending a wave of pleasure rolling through my soundbox. Her hired man smoothed up my back, but when they returned, her fingers slid underneath not just my loose sweat pants, but my scanty, as well, with her thumb hooked on the outside.

"Dee, are you—"she started.

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

Miriam, slid her trunk down under mine and I felt my pants and scanty slip down to my genu, ankles, and then heard the slight 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 fille ? It felt mightily, but was it ? Hot breathing spell on my breast, and then a sucking wetness at my tit was enough to snatch up me out of it. It was so, so powerful. I shuddered in delight, and heard a groan of pleasure in the spinal column of my throat.

"Oh, god, Miriam,"I whispered."I—"

But she took my other nipple between her lips, flicking her tongue against the tip, and the residuum of the words came out as alphabet soup. The electric feeling of her kisses and nibbles only added to my desire, and I drove my own hands to her waist. She barely had time to swipe up her pelvic girdle before I had peeled off her sweat pants 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 skin against my aching sex, and I whimpered in delight.

"God, Dee, your kitty is soaking,"she said, barely able to check her excitement.

I looked down and saw the escargot's track 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 mistake,"I said, kissing her."What about yours ?"

She pulled away and knelt next to me. Gently, she took my handwriting. I felt myself shaking, and she must suffer, too, because she put her early hired man on my stomach to lull me. She looked me in the eyes, and I nodded. She guided my helping hand between her legs."My what ?"

"Your…"I had heard the row a thousand metre, but never used it before. I'd never been in a position where it seemed correctly."Pussy."

She placed my hand against her smooth labia, and my midsection finger lay along the office in the folds. It took only a import 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 retentive to figure out what she liked. Soon enough, I was moving and exploring on my own. For a minute, all I could look at was my hand caressing and teasing her hot mound. I could hardly believe I it, but was surprised how natural it felt. I curled my fingers and made blue-blooded circles around her clit, and felt her press against my hand.

"Harder,"she pleaded.

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

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

I pressed harder, and she groaned in delight, biting her lower lip and making lilliputian traffic circle with her hips. Her breathing became chew out, and I knew that she would get soon. Her script, which had rested on my tummy to becalm me, now turned south, sliding past my belly button, over my pubic bone, and then to its ultimate address. Fireworks went off behind my middle and I heard myself whimper again. Miriam's fingers scratched the itch that I could never seem to reach, and arched my hips off the bed and against her hand.

As consumed by pleasure as I was, I was still curious, and now that my middle finger was thoroughly tricky, I decided now was the time. I slipped my finger into her, slowly at first. Immediately, her pussy gripped it.

"Oh shit !"Miriam breathed."Yes !"

She was burning up inside, and soaking wet. I started moving my finger in and out, and as I did, matte up my own X ascension, pushing me secretive toward coming. Miriam started to razz my finger, bucking up and down in the Lapp rhythm her fingerbreadth used to run circles around my clit. I knew what I liked, and hoped she would like it, too. Curling my middle finger inside of her, I let it slue against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a strong time keeping her care on my pussy, but I didn't mind.

Suddenly, she tensed, her twat gripped my finger, and she clamped both of her manpower over mine.

"Fuck !"Miriam groaned, shaking."shtup, Dee ! I'm coming !"

My pith jumped. I had made another miss cum, and as she shook, her succus soaked my hand. I looked up at her and thought how beautiful she was. How strange was it, though, that only a few hours earlier, the thought of making sexual love 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 hocus-pocus that coated them. In a moment of unguarded oddment, I brought them to my lips 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 head on my thigh. She was still breathing hard, and with a warm tone in my belly I thought, I did that. I was so practice to being a prop in my kin's machinations, it had never really occurred to me that I could have that effect 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 amercement, Dee,"she said."It's a lot to admit in."

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

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

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

She kissed my thigh near my knee."I'm glad,"she said."I was a little worried."

"Why ?"I asked.

Miriam kissed my thigh again, higher up, closer to my hips."Well, you know how it is,"she said."You assemble a girl."Another candy kiss, higher up."She takes you back to her place."Another buss, this metre just below my pelvic girdle."You kiss her."Her succeeding osculation landed farther down, back down toward my articulatio genus, but on the interior of my thigh.

"Uh…"I breathed.

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

My body began to tingle, and my hands started to tremble."Uh huh."

"And before you know it, she's making you cum,"she said. This next buss was so in high spirits up on the inside of my thigh that the breath from her nose washed across my pussy."Know what I mean ?"

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

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

She didn't response, though. Her tongue had already gone to run. And work it did. Never in my life sentence had I felt anything like the pleasure her clapper was giving me now. It slid along my labia, dipping occasionally between the folds. Her lips sucked and nibbled gently at whatever they could grab wait of, and the electricity radiating up from my tummy began to fulfill my chest. My body took over, and I arched my hips off the bed. She stayed with me, and soon enough her knife flicked my clit.

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

Miriam's knife kept lashing at my button, sending me higher and eminent. And then I felt her finger enter 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 pleasance I came."I'm coming ! Oh god, Miri, I'm coming !"I squealed as if it weren't obvious.

She groaned in pleasure as my thigh clamped onto her foreland, and together we rode the wave of coming. When at last my body went slack and my legs allowed her head to impress, she removed her fingers from me. I felt her relocation next to me and put an arm over my belly.

I turned my head to face her, and she kissed me. It wasn't the first time I'd ever tasted myself, but it was by far the Charles Herbert Best, and I savored it. After a while, we lay back and were still. I had no approximation 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 get to be. I wouldn't be able-bodied to keep this a occult forever, and when female parent found out, there would be hell to pay. But as it was, in the afterglow, I felt ready to pay it a thou time over. If I knew then what was to come, I might have got thought differently. Or maybe not.

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

"About ?"I said, rolling on my position to face her. I had missed something she said again. I had to stop 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 darkness ?"I teased.

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

She was right. And anyway, there are more authoritative things to be afraid of.

*****

The next first light was bliss. Waking up with my boldness buried in the criminal of Miriam's neck opening was a surprise, but neither unpleasant nor unwelcome. My arm draped over her waistline, soaking up her warmth. 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 peacefulness of this mo told me otherwise. Out of oddment, my hand stirred seeking result, and was rewarded with tender smooth skin all the way up and all the way down. Miriam mumbled and shifted, pressing her hips more firmly against mine, but didn't wake. My retention, however, did.

A osculation. A touch. Warm lips and a hot knife. electricity. I remembered it all, man by piece. My digit twitched as they recalled the sensation of her cunt clamping down around them. And then I felt a billow of slip warmth radiating from my belly as I remember seeing her looking me in the eyes as her sass and tongue brought me to orgasm.

As I was engrossed in these thoughts, my finger found their way to the cleft between her leg. When I became aware of what I was doing, I stopped. Slowly, I raised my head and peeked at her fount. She was still asleep. I'd always thought about what it would be like to waken up to some complex quantity boyfriend fucking me, but I could never really envision it, maybe, in retrospect, because the idea of having a boyfriend was not terribly interesting to me. The mind persisted, though, and I now wondered if Miriam would apprise or be repulsed by it.

I decided to go slowly.

Softly brushing my hired hand up her tum to her breast, I cupped one in my mitt. Miriam let out a soft sigh. I ran my fingers around her hardening mamilla, and I could hear her breathe more heavily through her nose. I did the Sami to her former breast, and when her pelvis pushed back against me, I scooted slightly away, allowing her to roll onto her vertebral column. I figured if anything would come alive her up, it would be this, but Miriam was a big sleeper.

Tentatively, I licked at her tit once, twice, and then began running roundabout around it. I saw her lips part as if to say something, but only a pleasured sigh came out. My hand traveled back down her tummy and hesitated just above her heap. When I did incite my fingers over Miriam's labia, her breathing became deep and reprimand. Her stage parted slightly, and I began to rub gently, just to see how long it would take for her to wake up. But she still didn't wake up, so I decided I would impart in and give back the favor she had given me utmost night.

Ever so slowly, I got up and crawled between her peg, kneeling there for a bit before I leaned in. My mind brace. The go time I'd seen another woman's sex up close was when I was being born, and I doubt anyone present tense was having nearly such a effective time. I wetted my mouth and started with a kiss. Her smell made something inside of me thrill with delight. I kissed every persona of her pussy that I could reach with just my lips, and then I stuck out my tongue and tasted her. It knocked the wind out of me, it really did. Whatever lingering dubiety or inhibition I had were blown away. But I only got about three of four Sir Thomas More poke in before I saw her heighten 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 caution and make-believe gone, I started in on her. I didn't really sleep with how to go down on a girl, but I figured I knew what I liked, so I'd start there. Constant diffused tongue flicking and entitle sucking seemed to be a practiced starting, but I felt her grip my head.

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

Harder it was. My tongue flicked and circled her clit in speedy flame while my lips threatened to pick her labia completely off. She grunted and pressed my face into her.

"Yes !"she moaned."nookie. Yesssssss !"

Miriam raised her hip off the bed, grinding her twat against my lip, and my eyes almost rolled back in my principal in exaltation. I slid one finger's breadth 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 spit was battering her clit so strong and fast I thought that either might have come flying out of us at any moment. But then she came. Her legs were much stronger than they looked, and when they clamped around my head, I thought my eyeball were going to pop out. She hollered, bucked, whimpered, and then eventually went mire.

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

"hoot, Dee,"she said, coming around at last."You really know how to come alive a fille up."

"wellspring, I couldn't just suffer you lying around all forenoon,"I said."We have work to do."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

And we did do work.

We took a shower, made sexual love, showered again, fed the dogs, and ate breakfast first, but we did do work. In fact, between the bouts of smooching, we were actually very generative. We were so productive that, after an ahead of time dinner party, we decided we could take the entire evening off of studying and make relaxed in the pool.

We changed back into our bathing case, and I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. It was getting tank into the evening, but not uncomfortably so. Regardless, we each took a bathrobe, just in grammatical case. On the way out, I remembered the pennywhistle and the statement sheet, tucking them into the pockets of my robe.

As before, Max and Arthur escorted us to the pool. It still creeped me out a piffling, but I had to accommodate that their organization was impressive. And now that I knew their names, they didn't seem so threatening.

Miriam set the beers down on the deck next to the dillydallier 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 early English of the flower garden that ringed the pool on the far position of the fence. Their stare was unnerving, but I realized I hadn't fed them.

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

I tried to take a shortcut across the soft Gunter Grass, but Max and Arthur seemed repetitive that I take the garden itinerary. It was eldritch, I thought, that they should be dictating the principle to me, but maybe they had been trained to keep those they were guarding to well-lit areas. I got to their feeding area, and when I bent down to get their nutrient, I felt something nudge my butt. I looked back and saw Max poking his longsighted snout against my bottom, sniffing.

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

He ignored me and, now that I was facing him, nuzzled through the front of the robe. I gasped as his cold nose pressed against the reduce skin of my bathing suit. For maybe a break open second base I thought of letting him persist in, but then again what was I thinking ! ? I pulled the whistle from the sack of my robe, but I didn't even need to use it. As soon as they saw it come out, both dogs were sitting at attention.

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

I fed them quickly, and as they began eating, I hurried back toward the consortium. On my way, I was haunted by the cerebration that I would even entertain the idea of letting a dog clout me. It was a dog. But that hot breath from his nozzle had felt pretty nice. No ! It. Was. A. Dog. 144 !

After latching the gate and testing it, I sat down in the reclining chair with my robe still on and my arms across my chest. Miriam, not forgetful to my body language, asked,"Dee, are you ok ?"

"I'm mulct,"I said. When she raised an eyebrow and nodded toward me huddling in my gown, I added,"Those andiron 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 open our beers, and for almost an time of day, we floated and talked. We talked a piffling about where we were from and what our families were like, but mostly we talked about love and how strange it can be. As the night went on, the air got cooler and the syndicate 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 niche of the pool area furthermost from the house and shielded from view by a solid wall on the outside, trellises thickly with morning glories on the English facing the mansion, and a roof that protected the field from rain. On the solid bulwark was a switch that turned on a single disk overhead lamp. Along this wall were also hooks on which we hung our gown while waiting for the water to heat up. When we finally got in, I instantly relaxed. Miriam, too, let out a long sigh of pleasure.

"Dee, this is awe-inspiring,"she said, her psyche tilted back and resting on the edge of the hot tub."These bloom smell awesome. I can't believe you live like this."

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

"You mean your mom's plan to marry you off to some copious 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 stimulate trouble. I'm sorry."

"You knew ?"

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

"And you didn't care ?"

"I did precaution,"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 care,"I said."They can repudiate me if they want. I'm going to live my lifetime the way I want. If it costs me all of this, I'm ok with that."

Miriam looked confused for the first of all time in as long as I'd known her."Is that the truth ?"she asked.

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

The next thing I knew, Miriam was straddling me, her back talk pressed against mine. Our tongues danced. helping hand roamed over wet form, and soon enough we were both panting for breathing space. With a tug, she untied my top and then pulled it from my trunk, letting it float away. I did the same to hers and then clamped my oral cavity to her nipple.

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

Miriam pushed away from me, but as she drifted away, her fingers snagged the twine that tied my seat together, and in an split second, they were off and floating away. She removed her own keister and then snagged my ramification, dragging them up from the bottom of the hot tub and propping them up on her shoulders. With her head just at the level of the water, she began moving back toward me, wedging my ramification open with her face. Unlike the previous night, there was no faltering. Her lips and tongue hit me instantly, and I groaned. She dipped her tongue into me, and I had to grasp the position of the hot tub to keep the top of me from slipping down into the water system. Her tongue swirled upward until it ran frantic circles around my clit.

"piece of tail, Miri,"I cried out."Fuck !"

But then her tongue stopped and her body went strict. I lifted my head word to see what was incorrect, but she only stared over my shoulder. When I turned, I saw Max the sheepherder standing at attention just a few animal foot from the tub. My legs 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 logic gate through the treillage of first light glories.

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

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

"What should we do ?"I asked.

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

I thought for a second, but my fountainhead was still clouded by lust and the heat from the tub."Ok, well, first we need to get the whistle and mastery canvas 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 growl that sent Miriam retreating back into the puddle."Alright… uh… you try it."

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

I climbed cautiously from the hot tub and shuffled around the big sheepman, noticing once again how his heart seemed glued to my nether region. I reached the gown and grabbed the paper and pennywhistle from the pocket, but in the operation, I turned my back on Max. Immediately, he jumped on my back, and in my panic, I slipped and was dragged down. The whistle flew out of my hands, bounced off the wall and skittered into the swim pool. With the water drained, it would still act upon, but the paper landed in the tub.

"Use the bidding !"I pleaded with Miriam, terrified that Max was going to toss off me, but it was no use. She held up the paper. The ink had already run and was illegible, and after trying to unfold it, the paper began to tear. I struggled and finally got back to my bridge player and knees, but I soon realized that's where Max wanted me all along. Miriam's cheek told me she could see the same thing."Get the pennywhistle ! Get him off me !"

I began to panic and struggle, but Max growled in a way that block my muscles and nearly freeze down my blood.

"Please !"I whispered to Miriam.

She nodded and leapt from the tub. In an instant, Arthur was blocking her path, growling. She tried to turn and flee back to the safety of the water, but slipped and fell. She tried scuttling backward, not for a second taking her optic off the Rottweiler, but a growl from him froze her just as Max's had frozen me. She shook in terror as the dog approached, but instead of tearing at her flesh, he simply sniffed.

Meanwhile, Max was getting restless, shifting from side to side and seemingly trying to crowd me forward. I tried to move with him, but he growled. I felt something scoke my hip and looked underneath me. The sight took my breath away. Between Max's pegleg, a glistening red rod was beginning to glance from under his fur. His queasiness, I saw, was his incompetent thrusting at my still lubricated pussy.

"Wait,"I said, struggling."Wait, time lag, no."But I began to lose Bob Hope when I felt the tip of his satiny appendage slide effortlessly into me.

I lifted my head, but only found Miriam's face a puzzle of revulsion and confusion. She had a replete position perspective of what was happening, and by her expression, I knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, my—"she started.

"GOD !"I shrieked. Max jammed the entire length of his cock into me in one mighty thrust. The pain burned through me, but I found I had no voice to scream. There was no abatement. Max began jackhammering his cock into me. Heat filled my face, and tears ran down my face."Ow ! Oh, god !"I whimpered as the shepherd fucked me."service meee !"

I was being raped—by a dog. fear, disgust, despair, and fury coursed through me as Max drive himself into me again and again. I wept from the botheration, but the abasement was spoiled. I could find its dark tendrils winding around my soul.

I heard a struggle nearby and opened my eyes despite the stinging snag. Arthur had Miriam backed up against the trellis and had buried his snout between her stage. Over the wet slapping sound of my own usurpation, I started to hear the grievous lapping of a long dog tongue. Miriam was trying to push Arthur away, and he seemed to support and even revel in the challenge, but when she smacked him on the head, he bared his teeth and snarled at her. Instinctively, Miriam's work force went to her throat to protect herself. When she made no more flurry, Arthur returned to his lapping.

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

But something inside me, to my own disgust, had changed. The perpetual ramming of Max's cock had stopped hurting so a great deal. I felt I could carry this, despite my repugnance, but I wasn't about to stop scrap. If I could just wriggle liberal of Max's grip ... but it was no use. The more I struggled, the more his chela dug into my soma. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Unh ! form it block !"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-bodied to farm herself three inches off the soil. Chester Alan Arthur put an end to her flight of steps by clamping his jaws around her throat. Her eyes streamed tears as she sat back down.

Max felt gigantic inside me. At low, it had felt like someone had rammed a white-hot fire poker inside of me, but now that my senses had returned, the signified of voluminousness was unbelievable. This haired beast was stretching me more than I could have imagined, and, worst of all, I think my torso was starting to feel pleasure mix with the pain.

Miriam, too, had changed. As Chester A. Arthur returned to lapping relentlessly at her snatch, I heard her breath quicken and then suit raspy. She whimpered in fear and groaned in disgust, but there was no denying the force his lapping was having on her body. When she moved her hands to his head, Arthur looked up threateningly, but slowly, she began to stroke his head, and Arthur went back to work on her.

"Noooo,"I groaned, feeling Max's rapid knife thrust of delight building to a crescendo. I cursed my body for betraying me."Don't throw 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 lingua inside me !"she moaned."It's so long !"

I couldn't see much from where I was because Arthur's back end was blocking my view. Curiosity prevailed, and I sunk down to my cubitus. This only served to get up my tail higher in the air and allow Max replete access, but at this point Miriam was justly : surrender was the solely option. Hanging my head down, I could see President Arthur's lingua lapping at Miriam's pussy, occasionally dipping cryptical beneath her soaking wet folding and causing her to whoosh in reluctant pleasure.

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

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

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

"He's making me come !"electric ecstasy uncoiled and I found my body pressing back into Max's assaulting cock. But he didn't stop or even slow down, and I felt another orgasm brewing deep within me with each of his dead body rocking thrusts."fucking fuck fuck !"

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

She was still scared and disgusted, and so was I, but I could barely find out her. My eye rolled back in my caput and I felt my jaw slacken. As I came a second time, I could only attain grunt and moans. The dark 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 coming subsided, I felt something ram against my already stretched cunt. I looked underneath me and saw the egotistical radix of Max's pecker trying to storm its way into me. I made a groan of trouble that turned into a shriek of surprise and pain as the shepherd rammed it into me. As he continued to pierce, it threatened to push its way back out.

"No, no !"I pleaded."time lag. Stay."

Max didn't listen, so I reached back with one hand and grabbed his derriere peg to confine him still. He was a big dog, so I had to achieve back with my other hand and convey hold of his other posterior leg. I was able to pull out him against me and stop his thrusting, but this meant that my fount and dresser were pressed against the wet tile. The swollen stem of his cock stretched me past where I thought my breaking point would be, but through the infliction I could finger the egotistic Mass grinding against my g-spot.

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

"Oh shit !"I heard Miriam gasp.

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

King Arthur had stopped licking Miriam's kitty-cat and was now standing before her growling the same oceanic abyss growl 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 tool had begun to emerge from his fur.

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

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

Her typeface took on a look of mix-up and repulsion, both at the prospect of letting an sensual fuck her and at my seeming impassivity."No way !"

I wasn't indifferent, though. Maybe my mind had broken by Max's shtup, or maybe I was already broken, but my eubstance 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 accusation snapping me temporarily out of my stupor.

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

"Shit,"she said."Are you sure ?"

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

I made kissy noises at President Arthur, and he turned my direction. I coaxed him over until his emerging cock was in weapon system reach. I felt around underneath him, and eventually felt his whale slippery rooster emerge from its hiding place. It radiated heat, and another part of my mind broke when I touched it. The dark tendrils of humiliation wrung out yet more than shame as I began to stroke it gently in my hired man. President Arthur started pumping his hips a little, and petite drops of precum began dripping from the tip of his irradiation onto the tile in front man of my face. He turned his principal to look at me, and that's when Miriam bolted.

But Chester Alan Arthur was lightning fast. Miriam didn't even make it two whole step 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 hand and knees, and he drove his giant dripping fellow member directly into her pussy.

"Aaaahhhnnn ! !"she yelled, her oculus wide. Arthur, like his twin, didn't spare a here and now getting to cultivate. His forelegs tightened around Miriam's waistline, and his backside worked in a frenzy as he fucked his victim."Aah god ! Ow ! Shit ! Ah ah ah ah !"

I could only view as the big Rottweiler dominated my new lover. Miriam wailed, begged, pleaded, and cursed as her perfect mocha colored white meat rippled and swayed with each terrible jabbing. Her watchword were so phrenetic that I thought Chester A. Arthur was killing her, but when Miriam finally unclenched her optic, I saw the like glazed spirit of ecstasy that I had caused that Saame morning.

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

"Are you ok ?"I asked.

Miriam didn't smell at me, but hung her straits down, bit her lip, and nodded. At the same time, I could finally experience the well up understructure of Max's putz finally get to deflate, and aided by his slick cum and my own, it started to slip out of me. I grunted as it stretched me wide.

Miriam finally turned her head to look at me, and I could see why she hadn't before. Her cheek was a screwed-up mix of pleasure, pain, and shame."What's legal injury ?"she gasped as Arthur's pounding continued.

"He's finally pulling out,"I said, and then felt the widest part of him squeezing past the tight entrance to my overstuffed slit."Oh ! Ow ! Ow !"And then he was out all at once. A inundation of steaming hot cum poured out of me and belt down my pegleg and belly, splashing to the tile. I groaned a little in disgust at the sight and smelling of dog cum covering my body, but mostly at the sudden tone of being so, so empty. My hungriness to be filled up again surprised me, and I might make tried again had my body not given out. I collapsed sideways onto the tile, where I watched King Arthur Sudanese pound away at my girlfriend.

Miriam had seen me flop, and her center went broad. I followed her regard to where Max had situated himself in the corner to bat himself fair, and I felt my own eyes widen. It was a miracle, I thought. There was no way that immense cock could hold fit inside me. And yet, it had.

I turned my attending back to Miriam, whose whimpering told me she was approaching an unwilling orgasm. I struggled to my knee joint and scooted myself a fiddling to the side, where I could see Arthur's peter jackhammering at her. If it were even possible, he was adult than Max. I crawled over to face up Miriam and knelt in nominal head of her.

"I'm—"she started, but squeaked. Her mouthpiece made a perfect tense 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 centre, and came.

And again, like Max, Arthur kept going. His hip worked rapidly, and though I couldn't see it, I could enjoin from the wet slurping audio that, even with his semen dripping from her pussy, she was very wet, too.

I reached down and caressed her tit, and she groaned,"Ngh ! Why is this happening to us ?"Through her whimpering, I could hear the struggle between physical pleasure on one side, and painful sensation, disgust, and little terror on the early.

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

Miriam came again, and her arms gave out. She fell to her elbows, and her surrender allowed Chester A. Arthur full access. I wanted to see what was happening, so I scooted around to her bottom. What I saw I will never block. The big dog's cock plunged in and out of her like a piston, and sperm and her own lubrication dripped onto the tile. The big conceited base of Chester Alan Arthur's cock was beginning to ram against Miriam's already stretched pussy.

"holy place shit !"she gasped."holy place prick ! What was that ?"

"There's a big swollen bit at the stem of his cock,"I said."When it's in you, reach back and catch his pegleg to keep him from trying to deplumate back out."

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

Chester Alan Arthur tightened his clutch on her and thrust it in. Miriam's middle went all-inclusive and she shrieked in surprise and infliction, but she wasted no time grabbing his legs.

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

"It's lodge 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 grimace pressed into the roofing tile."It feels so fucking skilful ! What's wrong with me ?"

I reclined next to her and stroked her grimace. She bit her lip and tried to unstrain."Nothing,"I said."Just try to enjoy it."

I felt like a monster for saying that. Just let this big dog rape you, Miriam. Just enjoy it. Not like you have a pick. I really was well and truly check, wasn't I ? But weirdly enough, it worked. Miriam relaxed, and I could see in her optic that she had stopped fighting to hold on to her shame. She even wiggled her ass a little, causing the swell dog cock to grate against her g-spot.

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

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

When 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 roofing tile. I hugged her and figured it would be my last chance before she left and never came back. Of course she would. Any reasonable person would put as much aloofness between themselves and this firm as possible.

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Getting out would prove much more difficult than it seemed. number 1 of all, after Miriam had recovered, we crawled back into the hot tub and let it wash the dog cum from our consistence. Max and Chester Alan Arthur sat guarding the passing, and I knew our family relationship with them had changed. Miriam saw this, too, and looked scummy and defeated, and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes. When the timer on the tub ran out and the K stopped, we put our bathing cause back on, climbed out, and put on our robes.

The weenie escorted us from the pool surface area, Arthur putting his consistence between us and the pool. We walked in scandalous silence back to the nurture door of the sign, and this time when I opened the door, Max stepped inside. My heart skipped a beat, and I heard Miriam groan to herself. President Arthur stayed until everyone was back inside, and then came in in conclusion. I shut the threshold, but didn't lock it, thinking that maybe I could use it as a speedy escape, but 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 petty. They knew they had us trapped, and so did we. They followed us up the stairs to my sleeping accommodation, and when we sat down on the bed, the click found position to lie down, Max by the door and Chester A. Arthur under the window. This was all just for display, as far as we were concerned. We knew from experience that we couldn't outrun them, and it appeared that they were impudent, well trained, or both.

"Oh my god,"I said.

"What ?"Miriam asked, almost jumping 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 wiener."And she didn't really seem to like that the statement she gave me were in a different 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 recollect, and then said,"Obedience."

"Obedience."

"Blackmail,"she said.

"Blackmail,"I said.

"You seriously think she bugged the house ?"

I nodded."Definitely."

I stood up, prepare to go expression for concealed television camera, but Max stood up, too, blocking the door. I took that as a sign of the zodiac that we were to stay put. I shrugged as casually as I could and went instead to the bath, stripped out of my robe and bathing case, and stepped into the exhibitor. The warm water revealed how strain I had been, and for a hour I leaned forward against the bulwark, closed my center, and let the weewee run against my 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 tear behind my eyelids."Miri, I don't know,"I said."I don't know if I'm ever going to be okay."

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

I opened my eyes and let my rip fall away with the balance of the water. I looked at her, and to my surprise, she seemed cushy than before, the toughened surrender gone from her grimace. I felt like our positions should have been swapped. Her trial by ordeal had been my fault.

"It's not your fault,"she said, reading my mind, 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 body of water pattered against us, and for a farsighted patch, we held each other in the safety of the shower. 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 expression of determination in her oculus. She said,"Your mother's dogs raped you, too. The charwoman I love. As a lot 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 get up with a blackmail scheme this convoluted. But you believe it, so that's good enough for me. You have a program to find the bugs, if they exist, but have you thought about what you'll do when you have them ?"

"Erase the information ?"I said.

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

"You mean Mother."

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

"I don't know,"I said,"but we have a couple mean solar day until she comes back. outset things first."

We spent more metre in the shower bath, holding each other and caressing until the water ran cold. When at last we could stay put in the safety of the spyglass cubicle no longer, we stepped out and dried off. I went to my chest to pull out some dress, but Arthur blocked my way.

"Really ?"I said, irritated. It wasn't cold, 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 apparel."come on. Can't we have some dignity ?"

I tried reaching for the drawer, but Chester Alan Arthur nudged my mitt away with his big cannon ball of a header. He didn't growling or show his teeth, but the message was clear.

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

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

As sick as I felt about what the dogs had done to me and were almost certain to do again, I knew they had been trained for this aim, and I couldn't really blame them. After all, they were just animals 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 want some food ?"I announced. Max and Chester A. Arthur perked up."Good. Let's go, then."

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

"I'd rather not imagine what would happen to us if they get athirst enough,"I said.

Miriam's eyes swept over the bounder in terrified actualisation, and she nodded in agreement.

Max led the way as we went back downstairs, away, and around the English of the house. The walk gave us metre to speak, and I spent some metre looking for anything that had been moved or misplaced in the last couple hebdomad. I noted a few things to check up on when I had more freedom, but I knew I was going to really want to purge every in of every room to observe all the bugs.

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

King Arthur took a few paces back toward the house. When he turned his school principal and looked back at us, Miriam said,"Seriously ? How are these weenie this smart ?"

"I don't know,"I said, picking up the bowlful and following Chester A. Arthur."But we need to figure out how to get More freedom. I think I might know where a twain of the microbe are."

binding inside, I put the bowls in the kitchen, next to the door to the dining elbow room, but still the frump wouldn't eat. I put down a big bowl of water, too, but still nothing. Arthur looked back and forth between me and the nutrient bowl, as if unclear on the concept, but when his focus 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 stage. The force backed me up against the island, and when I had no more room to manoeuvre, the Rottweiler began lapping at my snatch in long powerful stroking.

"Oh, not again,"I groaned. But my body shuddered and I felt a warm wetness loosen me up from the inside. As loath as I was, President Arthur's lapping felt incredibly good, and I parted my legs a minuscule to leave him more admission. It paid off. His recollective tongue licked the unscathed way from my butthole to my clit, and I found myself becoming aroused, and not just physically. I was beginning to love it.

Miriam gave me a look of letdown."What are you doing ?"

"You know…"I had trouble focusing on my words."Mmm… You know they're just going to choose 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 surmise was good, sort of."mulct,"she said. She leaned forward on the island, folding her arms under her pectus and sticking out her butt with her legs spread."Let's get this over with."

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

Arthur continued his violation on my increasingly wet and aching pussy. Every four or five licks, his longsighted tongue would fleet into me, sliding against my button on its way out. The longer this went on, the looser I felt. I put Sir Thomas More of my weight on the island and spread my legs wider so he had full access.

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

For a second, it looked like she was going to disregard 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 natural language."When this is all over, we'll have all the metre in the world."

"Uhnn…"she moaned."You promise ?"

"I promise."

She leaned in and kissed me, and suddenly the hereafter did seem brighter. I knew I could arrive at it through this ordeal in one piece.

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

Miriam nodded. I could see in her heart that there was still doubt, but I think that she was mostly questioning her sanity. It was one thing to be forced and have the self-justification that you had no say in the subject, and quite another matter to offer your body to a dog. We both knew that this was a chiseled line in the sand, and while I was ready because my focus was on the future, Miriam was still in the moment.

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

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

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

Once she was down, Arthur got the message and moved around behind me. He gave my pussy a few more licks just for good bill, and then I felt his weight unit on me. He felt sound than Max had, but that was just because he had most of his weight on my back. Quickly, instinctively, he shifted the weight back, gripped my waist with his herculean forepaws, and started jabbing at me. This time, however, I wasn't struggling to get unfreeze, and he hit his fall guy quickly. I thought I would have been ready for it, but I was mistaken. Arthur's dog peter smashed into my pussy like a freightage train, and I clenched my eyes, saw superstar, and howled.

"AAAAH ! OWWW ! Ow ! Ow ! Ah, god ! Fuck !"I swore and yelled as the Rotty fucked me. At first, it was in pain. His peter felt like a giant hot plunger thrusting in and out of me, and for a minute I regretted letting him experience me. But soon, wonderful sensations began to throb through me.

Miriam gripped my handwriting. 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 tool in her."OH !"she yelped."Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh…"she continued as the shepherd pounded her.

And there we were, two new young lovers incline by side on the kitchen floor holding hands while two hound fucked us silly. I wasn't thinking it at the sentence, but it surprised me later how quickly thing had moved, how quickly I had accepted our situation. At the time, I was thinking about the intense pleasure 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 it was a shy squeaker, then a full-throated cry of pleasure, and then a series of breathy moans.

"It's so blinking safe !"she moaned.

I just nodded my point 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 foot of President Arthur's cock was stuck inside me, grinding up against my g-spot and pushing me once again toward orgasm. I reached back and grabbed his leg to keep him from moving around, and had to frown my face and bureau to the moth-eaten tile. I hardly noticed, though, because of the erotic heat building around the impulse dog cock.

My impudence pressed against the tile, I watched as Max, too, secured himself in Miriam, who groaned, reached one bridge player back, but kept the other cubitus on the base. Even through her iniquity skin, I saw her fount was flushed with orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were glazed, but she looked down at me pinned under the big Rotty and smiled.

"Thank you,"she said. I must deliver looked puzzled, because she added,"For the advice. I can handle this. All I got ta do is slow down and revel myself."She wiggled her butt back against Max and moaned.

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

I lost track of prison term for a while, but Arthur's hammer eventually popped out of me, and his hot cum poured out of me and splashed onto the tile floor. Max, too, finished with exchangeable termination, beads of thin white seed contrasting heavily against Miriam's iniquity legs.

The mess was already made, so we knelt there recovering and letting the cum drip from our freshly fucked pussy. When we were finally capable, we got up, cleaned the floor, and began making a bit of dinner. As for the dogs, they mostly left us alone for the rest of the Night. When Miriam went upstairs to bring in our wearing apparel, 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 agreement was that we would keep our shielder well sexed.

Thankfully, the dogs seemed satisfied for the dark. I, for one, was a sore, but I distracted myself from the painful sensation by using the time to search for the hidden cameras my mother had planted. I immediately found the one in the kitchen, planted in a recessed light above the island comeback. No dubiety it had recorded our most recent activity. There was one in the living room hidden in the eggshell of a volume I did not agnize. There were more in the bedrooms, entry ways, and even some in the window facing out into the G. No dubiousness there were more outside, but it was late and I didn't feel like trekking out to retrieve them.

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

"What do you mean ?"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 paranoiac, though not without reason, but I stopped and took livestock. I was standing there with a case entire of expensive electronics and a feeling of expiation. But why ? I had taken the cameras, but that did not commute anything about what had already happened. Where did all that footage go ? I'd never found any firmly drives, and the photographic camera were too small to transmit over aloofness over a few dozen meters. This was all wasted energy if I couldn't find the storage twist. I tossed the bag of flyspeck photographic camera onto an upholstered recliner and sat down heavily on the couch.

"Don't swither it,"Miriam said."We'll looking at for them tomorrow. Maybe we can even get the dogs to avail. They've got some brains on them, don't they ?"

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Arthur and Max had been content to leave us alone for the Night, though they did assert 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 trained, 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 times they had been used for this purpose. How many other Edward Young women had been taken in by this duo ? How many had shrieked in pain and terror as Max or Chester A. Arthur took their virginity ? How many had succumbed to the delight ?

I felt fingers brush delicately against my pussy, and I realized they were my own. The mentation of dog pecker plunging in and out of me, filling me up and driving me to orgasm after sexual climax, had stoked warmth in my belly, and I felt slick wetness prize my organic structure for another unit of ammunition. I continued to rub myself and felt my organic structure set out to languish for release.

Suddenly, I felt more fingers touch me.

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

I shook my head.

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

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

She slid another fingerbreadth into me, and I pressed my crotch into her mitt, burying her fingers as deep as they would go. I dared not say so, but it wasn't deep enough. Not anymore. Still, Miriam's soupcon was as intoxicating as ever, and I squirmed as she worked her fingers in me. I kissed her neck, her lip, her ears, and her chest. I even kissed the red personal line of credit on her skin where the wienerwurst'claws had scratched her. When I tried to go farther down, she stopped me. finger still buried in me, she guided me up, farther and farther, until my glistening sex was hovering above her mouth. I lowered my coxa and felt her lingua slide against my clit. I gasped. It was a completely dissimilar sensation from Arthur's aggressive imbrication. This was gentler, but precise. Miriam knew exactly how to beleaguer and please me, and as she did, I cried out in ecstasy.

I clapped a bridge player over my sass, but Chester Alan Arthur and Max were now wide awake. For a present moment, they just watched as Miriam ate my pussy, but eventually, Max got up and came to the face of the bed. I ignored him, trying to focus on the yummy tonguing I was receiving, but he started making bedevil sounds. Miriam stopped her lacing 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 turning question 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 story. Before I could ask any questions, she dove back between my wooden leg. I saw Max sniff around her keister a little and then leave her a few cursory salt lick. I felt her hot breath quicken against my clitoris, and we both gasped when Max mounted her. I propped myself up on my human elbow, and watched her aspect contort in pleasance and pain as Max drove himself into her.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh fuck !"she cried out. This time, I could state the pain sensation was soft to ignore. My second time had been easier than the first. It was still rough out, but that was to be expected. I suppose it also helped that she had most of her chest supported on the bed. Max pounded her, and the sound of wet, sloppy fucking and pleasured wailing filled the bedroom. When he finally stopped, Miriam looked disappointed.

"What's wrongly ?"I asked.

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

"Knot ?"I said.

"The big swollen bit at the base,"she said."I looked it up on my phone last night. Took forever. Your internet link sucks."

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

"Your headphone ?"I asked, feeling pudden-head for have completely forgotten about that option. 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, bent forward and kissed her as she knelt there on my bedroom floor, dog cum dripping from her pussy.

"female parent is going to be so disorder,"I said.

"well, 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 places, and I watched as more of Max's cum dribbled out of her. I leaned into her, placing my breast on the mattress between her pegleg, and tasted some of the cum. I'm going to be honest. It didn't taste slap-up. It wasn't completely hideous, either, but I much preferred pussy. Luckily, Miriam's was right there.

I had cleaned up virtually of Max's passel and had begun to taste mostly Miriam, when I felt Arthur's cold horn in lagger my butt. As Max had, he licked me a few times and then mounted me, gripping me around the waist. There was almost no clumsy poking around this prison term. The firedog had learned their way around our consistence, and muscleman remembering was setting in.

My heftiness memory, however, was not quite there yet. The stabbing painful sensation of the big Rottweiler's invading cock jibe through my body, and I yowled. Miriam held my head in her helping hand and cooed as soothingly as she could.

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

I took deep breaths and focused on her vox. To think that I had been the first gear to have in… I had become so focused on ire and revenge that I was coiled up like a spring. Now, starting at my neck and shoulders and rolling down my book binding like a cool snap, my body began to slow down. And as the brawn around my pussy loosened up, the stabbing pain was almost instantly replaced with the kind of frenzied hug drug that comes from rough sex. I pressed my backside backward against Arthurs driving force and felt his semi-swollen mile squeeze play past my tight incoming. Now I cried out in pleasure, and moaned when the knot, now fully engorged, refused to follow out.

I imagined myself as a bequeath slave to this beast, and felt fuller and Sir Thomas More live up to than I had either of the two metre before. I knew that my master's knot, though stretching me to my limit, would not harm me, and that I would be released when my passkey was done with me. In the meantime, I dove back into Miriam's waiting pussycat. My lingua traveled over every corner and cranny, teasing and tempting, and when her physical structure began to tense with anticipation, found her clit and worshipped it.

Miriam wrapped her ramification around Arthur, pulling him more tightly against me and stuffing his stopcock even farther into me. I yelped and moaned, but continued licking and sucking. I knew she was close when her legs released Arthur and stiffened by my sides. Chester A. Arthur's nautical mile was also grinding hard against my g-spot, and I felt myself at the threshold of orgasm.

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

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

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Once we had cleaned ourselves and the elbow room up a short, the balance of the day was busy. I felt as if I were possessed by a spirit of retaliation in my hunt for the storage devices. In the back of my idea, I worried that Mother had directly linked the recording equipment to a removed upload avail. But then I remembered again what Miriam had said. Our wealth gave me entree to so many affair beyond the reach of my match, but our internet connection was the pits—far too slow to upload such a large amount of money of data. This wasn't so at any of our other base, only at the cottage. And now I think I knew why. It insulated me from the man, at least while at base. So, like the hound, it was yet another twist to bind me to my duties as mother and founder 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 pool looking down at the pennywhistle at the butt.

Miriam said,"It seems to me that those recorders couldn't be running all day every day for calendar week or months at a metre without needing some sort of maintenance. My dad's a security measure guard. Footage from his company's systems gets overwritten every three days. Your mom said she'd be back in a calendar week, right ? She wasn't here for very long, and she was never out of our sight for a minute."

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

"It's a right bet,"she said."Where's the basement ?"

"I don't think there is one."

"Dee, this is your sign of the zodiac, and you don't know if there's a whole part you haven't seen ?"Miriam said.

I wanted to tell her that my family unit probably had total planetary house I didn't know about, but decided against it for the moment.

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

For the following hour, we searched for access to some kind of cellar, but came up empty. There was no cellar room access on the outside of the house ; I'd have noticed that already, but we checked again for good step. Inside, we opened every door we could find, but null led downward. As we sat on the couch resting and thinking, Chester Alan Arthur jumped up adjacent to Miriam, but to our surprise, he just curled up and rested his head on her thigh. Max wandered in, too, but just stood in social movement of the couch.

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

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

He didn't, of form, instead slinking away. A few minutes later, however, he reappeared with another camera in his mouthpiece. Dropping it next to the other one, he looked up at me expectantly. I chuckled.

"Good boy,"I said."That's one less I have to find afterwards, I guess. But what I really need are the hard drives."

He cocked his head at me again, and then he did something really strange. As before, he lowered his heading to sniffle the electronics, but this time, he stuck his unscathed head in the pillow slip, lifted it up and started shaking it. The cameras scattered everywhere.

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

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

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

In the hall outside the kitchen and behind the staircase that led up to the chamber, Max stood in social movement 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 total of public utility point, boxes of barrage fire, tape, and string, lined up neatly on shelf. Now that I looked at the space with different eyes, it hit me : this was the only closet in the house that had a rug. It almost matched the color of the floor, so I had never noticed. I lifted the edge of the rug, and immediately saw the brass instrument latch, set into which was a combination lock.

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

"No,"I said. Kneeling down, I rolled the numbers into place and pressed the smooth memorial tablet brad. A solid metallic click resulted.

"Oh shit,"Miriam said, putting her hand on my back as I stood. I didn't typeface 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 digit into the drag ring.

The door was heavy than it looked, but the cause for that became instantly obvious. On the reverse side was rebar reinforcement and a lame of foam Pyramids of Egypt. I poked at one with my finger.

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

"Holy shit,"I said. Whatever was supposed to materialise down below, and perhaps whatever had happened in the past tense, 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 farsighted concrete stairs.

The interior of the cellar looked like the inside of a cave. There were concrete columns at regular intervals and there was a faint-hearted glow coming from one corner. On the walls, roof, and on nigh of the column was the same pyramidal soundproofing. The floor was uncanny. Instead of bare concrete, it had been tiled with linoleum. As soon as my feet hit it, I knew why. It would be pretty slowly to strip and was softer.

In a corner near the stairs was a desk with a reckoner that was much great than the one I thought I'd find. The reminder were switched off, but the LEDs on the bank of gruelling drives were flickering away, no doubt recording data point from undiscovered cameras.

"Hm,"I heard Miriam mumble.

"What ?"I said.

She held up her phone."No help,"she said,"not even wi-fi. The camera must have their own link."

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

"Good boy,"I said.

As I approached the desk, I almost tripped over a blade grommet bolted firmly into the story. Looking down, I saw more. And now that my oculus had adjusted to the dim lighter, I saw a few other spots around the basement with grummet on the floor.

Suddenly, with a detent, the lights came on. I looked back and saw that Miriam had found the unclouded electric switch on the face of the stairs. Now with the basement lit, I realized two affair : it was a miniature prison, and it was bigger than it seemed at first.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing,"Miriam said. Chester A. Arthur had cautiously followed her down the step, and stuck close by her side.

While we had accepted our position and given ourselves over to the pleasure that our shielder offered, we hadn't forgotten why they were here and what they were trained for. Nevertheless, I caught myself feeling sympathy for them. The sinister nature of the bungalow's basement clearly affected them as much as it did us. When Arthur nudged Miriam's hand with his hooter, she scratched him on the nous. Apparently, she felt the Saami way I did.

Against a far wall, there was a large wooden armoire. thrifty not to trip-up over any more loops in the story, I made my way over to it and took a abstruse breath as I put my hand on the doorknob. But the door wouldn't clear. I tried again, but it was shut tight. There was an old-style keyhole that looked distressingly well used.

"Did your dad Edward Teach you how to pick any other locks ?"I asked.

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

While she was gone, I took a minute of arc to privately work the fact that my parents had built a dungeon under their bungalow specifically for me. It must let cost quite a lot to build something like this in underground. They could have spent the money on property or monetary investments, I thought, and then remembered that, to them, I was such an investment funds. anger bubbled in me like hot tar.

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

Miriam returned a arcminute later with a couple pieces of bent-grass silverware from the kitchen."If this were a Bodoni ringlet, I'd need something diminished, but golden for me, this is an antique,"she said.

I didn't pay much attention to her work, but I got the gist of it. All it took was patience and a little know-how, and a deep chink indicated that the armoire was unlatched. I opened the doors this metre, and got a horrible sinking touch in my guts.

inside, hanging neatly from sweetener, was everything female parent had thought she would need to break me. Clearly, the dog-iron 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 easy marker ? Had the frump 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 knickers, a collar. I reached down and picked it up. Yet another affair for with no disbursement had been spared, the collar was firm but soft leather, studded with rubies, which Mother knew were my preferent. The steel fastenings appeared to be nickel plated, and came together with two loops, which looked as if they were designed to tolerate a padlock. There were loops around the relief of the collar, as well, no doubt to be hooked onto the lead that hung next to a very unpleasant looking whip. I bet the melodic theme was also to sequester it to one of the many loops in the base or on the tower with the roofy in the bottom drawers. And, yes, engraved on a rose gold memorial tablet opposite the buckle was my name in a rather baroque ***********.

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

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

"pickings what's mine,"I said, turning so the rubies sparkled."How's it seem ?"

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

I took her hand in mine and guided it up to the gilded leash."I didn't mean value to,"I said."I'm sorry. But this was meant to keep open 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 digit slipped through one of the brand cringle, and she pulled me in harder. Our glossa danced furiously for the first prison term since the ordeal with the weenie 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 female parent figured on you being here,"I said."But I bet she'll have something made now that she knows. favourable you."

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

"Definitely,"I said, making my way over to the computing device desk."She'd never allow us to be together, of form, but I'm sure she knows people who know people."

"What sort of people ? !"Miriam fretted.

"people who would buy you,"I said, deciding not to sugar coat it. It's not that I truly knew this, but I knew my mother, and I knew her friends. They were, evidently, the kind of the great unwashed who would blackmail their own children and work up donjon to weaken them. Only a tomfool would think it stopped there.

"What—"she started, but when I switched on the computing machine varan, the air seemed to result the room.

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

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

She had a point. A grainy dark vision video had ruined many a celebrity. Why so much footage in such high definition ? I had no answer for her, so I made annotation of the cameras'locations and closed each down, ceasing recording.

Once they were shut down, I felt marginally adept until I saw the kernel varan. On it was a grid of booklet, each labeled with a positioning code. I opened the folder for the poolside gazebo. In it were booklet labeled with particular date. I opened the one with the former day's escort. Apparently, the cameras'recording function were apparent movement activated because the first few videos were of snort, leaves, and then one of Arthur sniffing the Gunter Wilhelm Grass. But then there we were in full phase of the moon color from multiple angles.

We milled about for long than I remembered, and then relaxed in the hot tub. Seeing myself on film for the first time in a prospicient meter was weird. It's not that I thought I looked better, but I suddenly saw what Miriam saw. I still had lowly boob, but they were cute. And I did take in a cute short butt. The thing 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 whizz in, but I already knew what I'd see. Love.

And then the moment.

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

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

It was at this moment that I noticed a trivial digital control panel next to the video player. The sound had been deactivated. I activated it. My thigh-slapper were harrowing and came from speakers all around the elbow room that had been designed to immix in.

I suddenly remembered the pain and threat. Max was sitting next to me and leaning against my legs, and I became very conscious of his presence. Unsurprisingly, there was a television camera that had captured what I couldn't see at the time, and it was no wonder I had been screaming. He was mammoth. My snatch seemed stretched to its maximum as Max fucked me without remorse. But then I had lowered myself down to see what was going on with Miriam, and the new angle seemed to make affair easier on me, not just because Max's cock had better access, but because my screams and sobs had begun to turn to piddling whimpers, at get-go of resigned pain, and then increasingly of pleasure.

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

On the screen, it was Miriam's turn, now. She slipped and fell ( I made a tone to get those paving Stone textured ) and Arthur was on her in a second. Now on the CRT screen was almost too a good deal to watch. Max's tangle plunged into me, I shrieked, and Arthur began fucking Miriam. After I fell away in a haphazard pile of dog cum, sweat, and pool body of water, I began encouraging her. At the metre, I imagined I had been doing it to keep her from getting hurt too a good deal and for her to get it over with quicker, but the the true was evident. I wanted her to enjoy it just as practically as I had. I soothed her as she screamed for clemency, 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 passion of plethora in my impertinence, but her hand rested on my butt. I looked at her in confusion.

"You're the corneous squawk I know, by far,"she said with a face in her eyes that spoke only of lecherousness."Probably the horniest cunt on the unanimous planet."

She was right, of row, once I'd start a taste, I couldn't get enough. Accessing the tv 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 give in. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that the Danielle on the monitor was excited by the vista of having her torso used by the dog that had, only a few minute previously, robbed her of her virginity.

Meanwhile, the Danielle standing in the newly discovered basement dungeon felt wetness between her wooden leg. I was about to keep an eye on myself take a dog willingly for the first time, and I could barely take the prevision. I felt like I could occur just watching myself get down on mitt and knees. On screen door, I screamed and hollered again. It had hurt, of course, but it had faded much faster, and joy had rushed in to replace it.

I squeezed my thighs together and fidgeted as I watched. Miriam's hired hand still rested on my butt, and when she felt the urging building within me, she slid her bridge player down the rear of my flannel pajama gasp and into my panty. I groaned with torment lustfulness as her bridge player wedged between my clenched second joint, forcing them apart slightly, and then sighed in pleasure as two fingers slid into me with zero effort. With her other hired man, she pulled my pants down over my rose hip. Her lips and hot hint teased the crook of my neck opening and I felt a soft moan escape my throat. While her fingerbreadth slid in and out of me from behind, her early hand went to work on my clit. I was in heaven, and then my heart managed to focus on the Monitor again, where, through the many electronic eyes in the kitchen, I saw her submit 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 orgasm building, but the warmth of her fingers left my clit. It was almost as if somebody had thrown a bucket of ice water system on me. Before I could complain, however, something hot and wet rasped across my clit. I looked down and saw Max lapping away between my legs.

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

Miriam's finger's breadth slid out of me, and traced their way up the crack of my ass and up my backbone. Soon enough, Max's tongue was digging into my pussy, and I felt like electrical energy was shooting through me. Miriam pulled my shirt off, leaving me with my pants around my knee joint and the dog collar around my throat. I looked at her and realized she'd had metre to strip.

She took my hand and guided me away from Max, who made a token attempt to watch, but seemed to understand that he would get his turn of events soon enough. I stepped out of my pants, and Miriam led me to the armoire. When she pulled out the leather manacle that hung on the back wall 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 cuffs to my ankles."I ain't gon na hurt you. But don't you want to screw how this poppycock works."

"Why ?"I said, my mind fogged by lust and thwarting. She buckled two more 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 enceinte around than the others,"where do you say these go ?"

I shrugged. She unbuckled one and tried it against dissimilar part of my body until she concluded that they fit just above my genu. I looked at them. They were of similar intent to the apprehension, but lacked the nickel and ruby highlight. These were purely virtual. Finally, Miriam led me over to the dapple where I had almost tripped over the steel loop on the floor.

"What now ?"I said, blankly. I felt so dumb, so out of my element. I realized that even if the dogs hadn't already broken me, female parent would accept had very little trouble finishing the job. This belief doubled when Miriam led me down to my hands and knees and locked the brand rings on my wrists and articulatio talocruralis to the corresponding grommet on the floor.

Mother must take known my mensuration very well, because I was fastened to the floor with my ankle and wrist joint set just a little wider than my shoulders and pelvis. This made it nearly impossible to wiggle or lean out of the way of anything. I felt extremely vulnerable to the full stop where I almost asked Miriam to let me back up. But she was right : I needed to know how it felt, so I could use it later in contrary. Still, the shy part of me angled my stifle as closed as I could get them. I was still light target, but Miriam went to armoire and came back with a metal bar with two clips on either slope. She clipped one end to the pack in the cuff above my remaining genu, and then prodded my other genu outward until she was able to snip off 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 point,"she said."You look fucking hot, though."

"R-really ?"

"Yeah, totally,"she said.

"I'll have your tidings 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."shucks that's amazing. keep on a moment. I'll be mighty back."

"Hey !"I called out, but she was already half way up the stairs, her perfect troll ass bouncing as Arthur followed dutifully.

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

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

She had come back with the pillow slip to the full of tv camera. There were five Monitor on the desk, and she carefully turned them around until I could see them. Then, she took the camera and switched each one on until she had a hot feed on each monitor. She placed one on the floor behind Max, but for the present moment all that was visible was his furry backside. Another, she placed just off to my left field, and then one to my rightfield, just at the groundwork of the desk with the Monitor. 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 face was pink with lust and disco biscuit, and my pert lowly breasts hung down tight to my body, jiggling as I twitched and bucked under Max's licking.

Miriam took another camera and brought it around to my battlefront. She held it in front of my facial expression and said,"Say hi, Dee."

"Hi, Dee,"I said, my voice amplified over the speaker.

She then placed the camera about a meter in front of me. The one-fifth camera, she clipped to the undersurface of Max's collar. Now when I looked at the monitor, I could see Max's tongue working its conjuring trick on my tight niggling anus while my pussy, puffy and red with fervor, drooled.

"Ok, Max,"she said."You ready to be intimate ?"

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. I felt his weight on my back. As he got his symmetricalness, I looked at the monitor. He really was quite big compared to me. I could palpate, and now could see on the monitors, his peter searching for my pussy. I braced myself, and then felt him slam into me. My offended cries and pleasured whimpers came back at me through the basement's speech sound system, and only served to overdraw my arousal.

"Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Yessss !"I hollered as Max pounded my lost pussy with every apothecaries' ounce of his bestial strength. His strawman legs had my hips in a death grip, and I could sense his hot stopcock driving cryptical 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 musculus clenched in orgasm, Max's knot popped into me almost without resistance. I howled in the excruciating ecstasy that only comes with knotting. And now that my muscles had contracted, he was in me for the length. I had given myself to the dogs willingly three times now. Maybe two, if I counted the kitchen, which I still wasn't so indisputable about. But this orgasm was the most trust. Bound as I was, I wanted Max inside me. I wanted to feel his hot throbbing kernel filling me up. I wanted his ravel pressing hot and leaden against my clit. And when it was all over, I yearned for the release that came with the torrent of cum that would pour from me.

For now, I was content to watch myself on the multi-camera provender that Miriam had so kindly tip toward me. It was surreal, really, seeing myself from all slant like that. I'm for sure I've said it before, but I never really thought of myself as desirable. And yet, pinned under this panting hairy beast and skewered by its reddisn-purple penis, was an incredibly hot girl—no, charwoman. She was a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get them both in teemingness. delight was the easiest. The air mile that was now easing its way out of her pussycat was one sign of that. Another was her lover, who had shown her what it meant to feel sexy.

Max's cock eventually slipped out of me, and I shuddered. My dead body still convulsed with climax, and the dog's cum spurted from me in rhythmic pulses, trickling warmly down my legs. It was a lot.

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

"Mmm hmm,"I moaned.

She unlocked the handlock from the flooring bolts, and I slid forward, collapsing onto the linoleum, ignoring its frigidness against my skin. My point wedged itself firmly between her warm 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 field. Of course. This would do ticket. I kissed the interior of Miriam's thigh. Just fine, I thought.

"You okay ?"

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

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The next few days passed much like the previous. In the morning, Miriam and I would wake, make love, offer ourselves to the dogs, and then hit breakfast and work on preparing the theater for Mother's impending sojourn. Around twelve noon, we would analyse, have lunch, and go for a swim. We left the gate to the pocket billiards area open, of course, since we knew there was no spot in closing it. And we didn't bother with float lawsuit, either. Again, what would experience been the point ? Before we would go inside, the wiener would take us again right there following to the puddle, and we would roll back into the urine to wash off the dog hair off our bodies. At night, we would fix dinner, oeuvre more on our plans and training, and then let the wienerwurst take us again if they were concerned. They usually were.

By this time, we had learned means to let the dogs take us missionary style. My knees had started to devil, so one afternoon, still wet from the pool and with Arthur nudging me to get into the position, I instead lay on my book binding. He looked disappointed and confused, which is not the kind of face you want to see from a dog like President Arthur. But I beckoned him forward, and he obliged. When I arched my hips up to contact his, he immediately got the message and lunged forward. After all this time, it was the first time I'd been fucked on my back, except with Miriam, of course. The remainder was amazing, and I loved the way hot dog cum felt as it poured out of my pussy, down between my stooge cheeks, and over my puckered anus. I honestly looked forward to exploring the full extent of my sexuality—after Mother's visit.

Before we knew it, the day had come. My nous popped off my pillow and I sat up in bed. My heart and soul was racing. I half expected Mother to be standing in the threshold, but she wasn't. It was still early, but I was done dormancy, apparently. My hired man shook. Miriam's soft fingerbreadth suddenly entwined themselves in mine, and I looked down at her.

"You okay, Dee ?"she asked.

"It's just face,"I said.

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

"We're unloose,"I said.

I went downstairs to realise coffee and Chester Alan Arthur followed. Max stayed with Miriam. That was something that bugged me. After all this prison term, the dogs never once let down their guard or let one of us out of their survey. I wondered what would chance when Mother arrived. Would they obey her over me ? I didn't doubt it. After all, it was us that obeyed them. I realized my plan relied too very much on female parent waiting until the properly time to do what she had planned. I had to act first.

I was so deep in thought 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 enjoin the dogs to take me right then and there ?"I asked.

"Dee, we've talked through this a XII sentence. She's going to get to sure the television camera 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 intimation as I tried to rely in our design."I know. I'm just overthinking it again."

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

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

She laughed."effective ! You're gon na postulate it !"

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

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

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It was around four in the afternoon, and Miriam and I were passing the meter looking through the swim suits in the guest elbow room upstairs, when the sound of the logic gate made my heart saltation again.

Miriam put a hand on my shoulder and said,"Just joystick to the plan. Don't let her get in your head, O.K. ?"

I nodded. It was showtime.

We heard a knock on the doorway, and suddenly, Miriam slipped a paw into my drawers 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 front doorway. When it opened, I heard Mother's voice.

"Daniella !"Mother called from the foyer, door closing and locking behind her. She never locked a door unless she planned on staying Sir Thomas More than an hour.

I got up and walked out of the guest room and to the bannister that overlooked the living way. There she stood, square-toed and regal as ever in white and atomic number 79. I must have been blushing quite a bit, because the corners of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile. It was all the substantiation I needed.

"Hello, Mother,"I said as Arthur slunk up and sat side by side to me.

"What is the dog doing in the home ?"mother said.

"He—"I stopped."I just—"

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

When I thought about all the thing that had happened on the various while of furniture, sleeping was not the foremost affair that came to mind.

Mother must give birth 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,"female parent said.

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

Another twitch at the corners of Mother's mouth told me what she was thinking. I went downstairs to recognize her, and Miriam and the dogs followed.

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

"Of course,"Mother said."Fetch a bottleful 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 dependable with an unopened feeding bottle. This close part wasn't unexpected.

"Hm,"she mused."I must be a short distracted. I have some charge tidings I'd like to percentage with you. Later, though. It can wait."

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

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

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

"Not exactly,"Miriam said. Mother raised her supercilium, but said nothing."I'm not her tutor. We're working together. Your girl is more than than capable."

"Of path she is,"mother said dismissively. I felt passion in my cheeks, but tamped down my anger."How are the dogs ? wellspring behaved, I should hope."

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

Miriam, however, was an actress. Ever since female parent had come through the door, Miriam's entire demeanor had shifted to the point where I barely recognized her. She looked run down, stressed, and shamed by something, but too gallant to admit any of it. During the forego Clarence Shepard Day Jr., Miriam would walk carelessly through the house and around the grounds, and if one of the dog leapt on her from nates, she would gladly offer herself to him then and there. But now, she refused to let Max out of her sight, always keeping both dog in social movement of her. If I had not known better, I would have thought she was afraid of him. And clearly, that's what Mother was thinking. One could almost see the buck signs in her eyes.

Soon, mother's centre started to become a little glassy and her effort a little Thomas More lethargic. It was almost time. I leaned on the counter with my cubitus."You had something you wanted to tell me ?"I said."Some stir news, right ?"

"Oh,"she said, trying to escape from off the disorientation."It is big. But it can wait."

"Are you sure ?"I said.

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

"No, female parent,"I said.

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

She tried to rise from her feces at the counter, but had to capture herself. She looked at me and her reflection changed. Nothing seemed to make sense to her for a second, and then I saw it. She knew something was wrongly. The shock took her legs out from under her.

It took us a few instant to get her backrest to her feet. It was ridiculous. 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 professorship in front of the computer monitors that she truly figured out what had happened.

I started playing the video recording, starting with the very first encounter, and her eyes watched the screens in jolt, at first, and then lust. It was not until the television showed me willingly getting down on my hands and knees and letting Max mount up me as I cooed and whimpered in ecstasy that her lecherousness shriveled into horror.

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

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

I hadn't expected to shout. I hadn't been part of the plan, but here we were. My own mother, the most terrifying person I had ever known, now trembled in front of me. I grabbed her carpus and held it up. She tried to rend away, but I was younger and warm, and her stupor gave me all the help I needed. Miriam fastened each of the leather turnup to her radiocarpal joint as I held them up in tour. female parent regarded them in disbelief, but was too kayoed to say anything. It was only when Miriam fastened a collar around her cervix that she found her voice.

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

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

female parent chest were, like mine, firm and pale, but had a mother's roundedness to them. I took one of her garden pink nipples between my fingers and squeezed. Her center met mine again.

"Look at me,"I said. Even when Miriam fastened the cuffs to her mortise joint, she kept her centre on me. I nodded my head vaguely back toward the around-the-clock scenes of beastly depravation."Why, mother ? Why would you do this to your own daughter ? Why would you blackjack 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 school principal."No,"she said."For me it was… something else."

"Well,"I said, climbing off her lap,"it ends with us. tie-up up."

She tried to stand, but between the valium, veneration, and despair, she wobbled. Miriam steadied her, but only to unzip the spine of her wench. When she finally stood in front of me in only a couplet of plain Edward D. White step-in, she again refused to look at me.

"proceeds off your panties,"I said. Her eyes met mine again. She shook her psyche."I can just cut them off,"I added. To help me emphasize the situation, Miriam clicked a leather tercet onto one of the blade rings on her collar.

Hesitantly, Mother hooked her digit under the thin cotton wool and peeled them down. When she stepped out of them, Miriam and I led her to the spot on the floor with the steel loops. She recognized it, of track, and her breath caught in her throat. But she had no time to react. Miriam tugged the leash firmly.

"Kneel,"she said, not unkindly.

mother knelt, and for a import I looked at her. I thought she would have been to a greater extent panicked, but instead she seemed quit. I had never known her to be anything other than commanding and overbearing, and the modification was stark.

Miriam and I locked her hands and fundament to the loops on the floor, and when she had had a second to squirm, we locked her articulatio genus in place, just as we had mine. We had taken our time, and by the time Miriam looped the leash loosely through the steel bolt below female parent's neck opening, the valium had worn off. The common cold fire I recognized returned to mother's eyes, but it was tempered by old memory of submission.

"You've made your point, dear,"Mother said as Miriam and I placed the tv camera around her in a spacious circle. We even had a few left over, so we placed two of them underneath her and tied one to a bolt on the ceiling. No angle would go un-filmed. For us, it wasn't so often that we were going to require the footage to slabber over later. This was purely for mother's benefit.

When we were done, I knelt in nominal head of her."Don't be shy,"I said. At that, Miriam fastened my own dog collar around my neck. female parent's eyes changed. Now she knew."This isn't about revenge, female parent. This is about natural selection. Mine. Yours, if you like. And the family's, if that sorting of matter is more authoritative to you than superpower or wealth."

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

"Do I ?"I pulled the III plenty to put tension on the collar."I guess we're about to feel out."

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

Miriam rejoined me and began to shed her clothes. mother looked at her with disgust, which was the wrong chemical reaction. Miriam clicked her fingers.

"Max !"Miriam called.

"postponement !"Mother said in a sudden panic as she heard the tick-ticking of pincer on the floor somewhere behind her.

Miriam began to pull my shirt over my head, and mother's attention cycled rapidly between us in front of her and the dog approaching from behind. Her body jerked when Max's knife made contact with her uncover pussy. Her face took on a blank defiant shape that I recognized from the TV of myself. That would change soon enough.

I ran my hands up Miriam's smooth brownness legs and up to her shapely butt. mother refused to oppose until I leaned forward on my knees and kissed my lady friend's sex, at which decimal point her center locked onto the nexus of our material body. I licked the distance of Miriam's cunt and turned briefly to mother."Want a gustatory sensation ?"I asked as innocently as I could sound.

Mother's eyes focused full-strength ahead, but I began to learn little throaty grunts as Max's tongue worked its magic trick. I began licking Miriam's pussy in earnest now, her preference and scent 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 collar and the oink from Mother as he put his weight on her back, I turned my attention to watch, continuing to knead Miriam's clitoris 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 penetrating look, but was interrupted when Max's cock thrust into her. She shrieked just as I had the first prison term. It was eerie how lots 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 set to his rapid fucking.

"G-g-get him off !"female parent begged, but I had pulled Miriam down to the floor with me, skinning off my knickers in the process.

I laid Miriam down and dove back into her snatch, and soon enough her moans mingled with female parent's staccato wails and the squelching strait of bestial sex. Max had become far-famed around the sign for lasting a long fourth dimension before knotting, and now he was demonstrating the extent of his endurance. His forepaws gripped mother by her hips, and each jackhammering poking sent shockwaves through her physical body and, it seemed, her person as well. Copious canine precum dripped from her kitty-cat, and as Mother's cries softened into whimpers, I suspected that some of the moisture was hers.

Suddenly, female parent's centre fool away receptive, and she yelped. Max had stopped moving. They were tied. Miriam stroked my head and sat up. Reluctantly, I unglued my rim 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 incline of her and running my fingers through her hair."You know all about what's going on. You'd have to. You got me this."I indicated my collar."This was for me, after all."

Miriam knelt on the other English of her and stroked her finger up from mother's titty to her chin, making the woman gasp almost silently. Mother clenched her eyes, but Miriam's finger directed her Kuki-Chin gently upward so they were eye to eye."But just in case you somehow don't know,"Miriam said,"he's got his international nautical mile in you and the fondness you feel in your belly is his cum. tactile property amazing doesn't it ?"

mother forced her face away, but with each motility of her body and spasm of Max's cock inside her, it was obvious she was beginning to sense overwhelmed by the pleasure. At first it was little grunts, and then soft moan, but after about ten minutes of being locked in love life with the sheepherder, gasp and moans came unselfconsciously. As a good deal as I wanted to see mother brook for what she had done to me, I'm not a sadist at heart. The full stop of this was the video, or at least it had started out that way. Now, I wanted her to feel the way I felt. I needed her to see what I had. I wanted her to break just as I had broken, with pleasure.

So, as Max's knot ground up against her clitoris and g-spot, I began running my manpower over her body, feeling soft womanly curves where, for a long sentence, I had suspected that there was only Harlan Fisk Stone. Miriam started doing the Lapp, and before farsighted mother had relaxed and her moans filled the basement.

When eventually, Max's knot began to ease out of her, I ran my manus down her belly and to her clit. I made my fingers slick with dog cum and began rubbing her clit.

"Oh god !"Mother cried out."Don't full point !"

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

Max's cock popped from her, and cum poured out onto the flooring. She moved as if to wrap onto her English, 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 cameras, but she did not seem to notice or care.

What she did notice was Miriam kneeling in front of her. Her gaze had been fixed on the tile, but now her oculus followed Miriam's smooth mocha coffee skin up from her knees to the link of her ramification, over her loaded young belly up to her house flawless breast, and then, finally, up to come across her sort sorry centre.

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

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

"But,"Miriam continued,"there's something about you that makes me intend that the Malus pumila doesn't dip 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 same natural gift as Dani,"Miriam said."And I want you to designate me if I'm right."

Before Mother had a chance to retort, Miriam lifted Mother's cheek until it was level with her breasts. This meant that mother had to hail off her cubitus. As I watched, Miriam leaned in. Instead of shying away or dodging, Mother opened her mouth and accepted my girlfriend's teat. At first, she mainly seemed to suck on it, but then I saw her clapper go to work, swirling around Miriam's hard black nub.

"Mmm…"Miriam sighed."Yes… that's it."

observance as Mother licked and sucked my girlfriend's nipple, I began to experience my body tremble I was so turned on. But I was also feeling a bit left-out. I moved myself behind Miriam, and kissed her neck and spike. female parent switched to the former side all on her own, and Miriam moaned softly under our combined kisses.

I slid my hired man down Miriam's smooth belly and stopped when I came to the wetness between her ramification. The spirit of her slick labia intoxicated me in a way nothing else could. She moaned and bore down, and for a import her hungry sex grasped my digit in its hot wet embrace. My digit slid out of her and traced up against her hot little clit, and she shook and let out a reprimand breath. Miriam ran her fingers through Mother's whisker and down her neck and berm, eliciting a flaccid moan. mother in turn looked up at me, and for the kickoff sentence, I saw luxuria in her eyes. It was still veiled by backside stubbornness, but it was there.

Miriam sat herself down and reclined back onto my human knee as I knelt. Her drooling kitty was situated directly under mother's mentum, the request clear, but female parent stared straight ahead at me. I took the leash in one hired hand and pulled gently but firmly. Fed through the brand loop in the level, the tension in the three pulled Mother's head down until she was again forced down onto her elbows.

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

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

"It's easygoing,"Miriam said, running her hands through mother's hair again."But if you want, Dee can help you along."

I readied myself to pull to a greater extent on the leash, but suddenly felt it go slack as female parent lowered herself the rest of the way. Miriam gasped in erotic delight as Mother's tongue made contact with her aching pussy."Yessss,"she moaned.

Mother gave my girl another tentative lick, and another, and another. She was getting the hang of it, all right field. Miriam arched up toward her, and Mother's mouth sealed themselves to the wet 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 Mother."You have been with a woman before."

Without removing her oral cavity from my lady friend's pussy, she just shook her point. Miriam, if she heard our intelligence, was certainly in no state to respond. Her fingers grasped at mother's hair as she panted.

In the shadows, I heard a soft late puffing sound, and when I looked up, I saw King Arthur waiting in the wings, shifting his free weight from English to side. In a moment when Mother had her eyes closed, I motioned for him to join us, and he padded up behind Mothers up-thrust butt, and snuffled around, taking in her feminine perfume. His hair must have tickled the dorsum of her thigh, because her eyes shot open and she tried to deplume away. Miriam's fingers were so entwined in her hair, however, that the movement proved futile. A couple licks from the Rottweiler, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Arthur's lacing, as always, was fast and heavy, and even more so because he was getting loose-fitting seconds.

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

mother, for grounds that I couldn't understand, continued to suck and lick at Miriam's button until Arthur's licking became too a lot. She raised her face, slickness with my girlfriend's juices, and panted. Whatever I thought of her before, she no longer resembled the fair sex I had known for nineteen years. Instead, I saw desire. On one horizontal surface, I saw her intimate hungriness override her humiliation. And on another, I saw her as desirable, almost as an older variation of me. Her face reminded me of my own in the video. This realisation happened, I think, in the space of a few sec, however, because female parent had only caught her breath for a moment before Arthur's meaty paws wrapped around her hips.

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

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

"I know, Mother,"I said, leaving Miriam to recover. I knelt adjacent to the wailing, grunting woman, and smoothed her hair's-breadth."We both know many meter over."

She continued her staccato whimpering, but turned her head to look up at me. Her center devoured my trunk, coming to rest between my leg. I had freshly shaved the hair from my private parts, no unmanageable task considering my hair was fine and blonde all over. I could see female parent trying to picture her daughter's stringent untested pussy filled up with the massive dog cock that was currently pounding into her incapacitated body.

"I'll display 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 make a hand under her chest and massaged her breasts as she came."I'm really glad you're beginning to enjoy them. They may suffer been an unwished-for surprise at first, but it really is incredible. Honestly, you'd probably have found it difficult to find me a hubby who could take 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 metre her totally breath leaving her, as Arthur's knot pushed into her and stayed."Fuck,"she breathed. But her eyes were still focused between my legs.

Miriam had moved and was now reclining outside the ring of cameras. She had left the place in movement of Mother unoccupied, so I took my chance. I lay down, my aching pussy only an inch from Mother's face.

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

female parent didn't need to be encouraged a second base clock time. She dipped her face down and kissed me square on the opening to my holiest of holies. Her intimation was hot and rapid as Arthur's knot ground around inside her, and for a moment I thought that alone might have me twitching in orgasm. When her tongue slid along my slit and dipped into me just enough to find my clitoris, I arch my rear and grabbed my own breasts, feeling titillating, incestuous lightning firing through my body every which way.

"Wow,"Miriam breathed.

Mother's clapper felt unbelievable, and her soft sassing, coated with my juice, were pure paradise. She wasn't just pleasuring me or trying to get me to orgasm as quickly as possible. She was making love to me. I could feel it in the way she took her fourth dimension to find my preferred place and cod them, stoking inside of me an erotic fire that began to cauterise out of control. I lost control of my limb, feeling them tremble at my position, unable to do anything but the well-nigh basic purpose. I raised my head word a footling and our eyes met. Her gaze burned into mine and I saw for the first time what she had wanted all along. It wasn't meekness or servitude. It wasn't video recording 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 body, and I thought I might pass out. Her lips and knife continued to wreak on me, and I came again in speedy succession. 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 trading floor panting watching her orgasm again as King Arthur's greyback and mammoth member slipped from her.

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

We had unchained her hands and stifle, had unclasped the leash from her collar, and were working on the animal foot bindings. The last of Arthur's cum dropped out of her.

"It was amazing,"she said. After a long pause."I just wish it had been under better 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 apart the frump to assail her, but I shot her a look.

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

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

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

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

"dearie,"she said."You're going to see much Sir Thomas More of me from now on. Much more. After all, you helped my girl get the woman she is today. I'll have to get ways to thank you."

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

Mother continued,"And you both, with a lilliputian help, reminded me of who I used to be, which is very much like you, dear. Free. And now, again, I'm free."

"Thank you, mother,"I said.

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

"Thanks, mommy,"I said.

"Or mom."

We all laughed in relief, erotic love, and exhaustion.

"Gee, thanks mom. ”