Gee, Thanks Mom !

by BD Long

( f/f/F/dogs, beast, thrall, cons/non-cons, coercion, reluctance, adolescent, incest, interracial )

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I should be honest up front. My family is loaded. I don't like to remember of us as super-duper plentiful, but I've never had to worry about a thing in my living, so maybe we are. It's nice, but sometimes it can make up things awkward, especially when trying to make new friends. necessitate the house, for object lesson. It was my first twelvemonth in university, and my parents insisted that, instead of living in the communal dorms like a normal bookman, I take over the house"bungalow"that sat nestled in the Benny Hill overlooking the town. I put"cottage"in quotes because it was actually a theater. Despite my detachment from campus, I had managed to make water a friend, Miriam, and had been to her family's menage, which actually looked like a cottage compared to my new home.

Ostensibly, my parents put me in the cottage because, although not famous, my family name was known in certain circles, and they were concerned that other scholar or faculty might try to take away advantage of that fact. I'm not stupid, though. My isolation was to stay fresh me away from the common riffraff, especially boys. After university, the plan was obviously to marry me off to the son of another wealthy family. I had seen it fall out to family friends, male and female person, and the thought of it happening to me made my skin crawl.

Luckily, my parents placed no restrictions on my female friendships, which was why Miriam was riding in the passenger seat of the saloon as we pulled into the car stable on the Confederacy side of the house. As she climbed out of the car, the large sword gate at the front of the prop creaked, and she watched it close.

"Come on,"I said, embarrassed. Her kinfolk home had Browning automatic rifle on the window and doors to continue people out. Mine had a half-ton steel gate in forepart and a seven-foot high brick bulwark all the way around its two acres, 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 dingy brownish heart, but I refused to meet them. This had been a bad thought. more than than anything, I wanted Miriam to see me as just another girl, but bringing her to the bungalow had shattered that illusion in an instant. I turned and walked down the pathway that led from the face of the family to the backside entrance. I used the front entrance as trivial as I could because there was no substantial good place to put one's shoes in the front foyer. There was also a silver-and-crystal chandelier that I wanted to avoid. The logic gate had been enough for now.

As we approached the vertebral column doorway, I felt Miriam's centre on me, and I turned my read/write head briefly enough to catch her quickly looking away. Had she been checking me out ? I almost tripped over my own foot. Was that what this was all about to her ? I hoped not. I'd hate to let down her. I didn't feel like I was her type.

Looking at my reflection in the French doorway, I saw a skinny blonde girl dressed in an internationally preppy vogue. A light low blazer covered a white cotton blouse, and a browned tweed dame rested its hem just above my genu. For October, it was unseasonably affectionate, and the blazer had been a bit much. I had opted for white tennis shoes, even though they didn't really match my outfit as well as I'd have liked, because I had left the star sign only to clean up Miriam. And, speak of the devil, I caught her checking out my butt again in the reflection. But what was there to ascertain out ? I mean, I'm not mat on either face, but I'm not particularly well endowed either. Oddly, I'd never felt self-conscious about my soundbox until now.

Maybe that was because Miriam is rather well built. She's no cartoon, but as I got the doorway heart-to-heart and turned around to kick my shoes off in the entree, I found myself stealing a nimble envious glimpse at her and hoping she wouldn't notice. Her skin was the color of hot cocoa, and her black pilus, unlike mine which was straight and stopped just above my berm, fell down to her shoulder joint blades and had been knit into dreadlocks and decorated with cowry plate that clicked together in musical rhythm as she moved. She had a ace gold ring in one anterior naris and a few that climbed up each ear. She wore a surplus army crown three size too big and afford in the front, under which was an turquoise tankful top that popped against her darker skin. Her black jeans were ripped at the knee, though I couldn't tell whether this was by intention. Her tank was tucked into her denim, and revealed more meat than I had, but also more than muscle. Miriam also had faded black Army boots, that she struggled with only when the lace became tousle. She bent over briefly, and I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her segmentation. I didn't feel excited by the prospect, but I didn't feel nothing, either. Weird, I thought, and turned away before she saw me looking.

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

"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 fecal matter at the kitchen's center island."Don't get too comfortable,"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 remote, that is. If you want."

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

"What do you desire to drink ?"I said, trying to change the field."I've got water system, juice, wine-colored ( rosé and E. B. White ), and beer."

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

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

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

I pulled two beers from the electric refrigerator and turned around. Miriam's nerve 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 grounds she was here. I was so haunted I had almost forgotten."That's the idea,"I said.

I led Miriam through the set up section of the business firm and out the northeastern United States door, and I heard her gasp. Right. Of course. I waved her onward and led her down the narrow path to the pool country. The large flat paving stones were assuredness and smooth against my plain feet and felt amazing in the late October heat.

The pond area, surrounded by a unawares sentinel fence meant to go along animals out, was mostly open to the component, and a 6 long chairman lay around the long bound of the rectangular pool. At the northeast corner, farthermost from the house, was a hot tub, partially enclosed by a wooden gazebo, the wall 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 mischief my parents had gotten up to had been a long prison term ago, and that the tub had been cleaned many clip over since then. Because that was what had happened. It had to.

"Jesus,"Miriam said.

"I know,"I said.

She laughed again.

"Why do you maintain laughing ?"I asked, wincing as I realized how a good deal I probably sounded like an stonyhearted robot.

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

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

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

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

"What ?"I said.

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

"Good,"I said, trying unsuccessfully not to blush.

For a while after that, we were tranquillise. There was a lot to take out from that conversation, and I think we both just took some time to recollect and slacken. She was right—about my stiffness, at least. I really wasn't easy around the former students in the art political program. Probably because they were all meant to be there. I was just taking art history as a oecumenical education requisite. My parents, female parent in particular, would never stand any dallying in the arts. But that wasn't the only reason I felt like an foreigner. The cliché would be to say that these were the people my parents warned me about, but they had never done that. They hadn't bothered, probably out of the given that they needn't have. These were the mass my kinsperson referred to in the low-pitched potential terminus, and every time I was around them, I could get wind in my point the words spoken around the dinner table. And yet, I envied the other scholar.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I almost jumped when Miriam set down her beer, stood, and went to sit next to the pool. Rolling up her pant legs, she stuck her bare feet in the piddle and sighed. I went to link up her, and when I stuck my invertebrate foot in the pool, I knew her sigh had been one of relief.

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

"Yeah,"I said.

"You're dainty,"she said.

"Ye—what ? !"

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

This metre, for whatever reason, I didn't feel like she was making fun of me. Bending down, I splashed her with a little water from the pool. She yelped and kicked her substructure, 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 squeak of the front logic gate assailable followed by the auditory sensation of female parent's SUV, the one she used to transport large antiques.

"Shit,"I said, feeling my happiness flop out.

"What's untimely ?"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 vocalism. We scurried back through the rear door of the house, and I had Miriam unpack the art history study materials from her bag and then take the residuum upstairs. Maybe she dealt with a variation of this bullshit at home plate, too, because she didn't waste time with question. While she was upstairs, I spread the books and notes out on the dining way table and did my in effect to make it look like we hadn't just been goofing off.

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

"Oh, thank you, dear,"Mother said, stepping past me. She wore a ecru pantsuit that was no incertitude tailored specifically for sudden heat wafture in tardy autumn. She always had a architectural plan. And she had one today."How is the house ?"Not, How are you ? Of row not.

"mulct,"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 track,"she said, as if said endowment were for me and not her somehow.

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

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

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

"Hi, Mrs. Lady Emma Hamilton !"Miriam leaned on the upstair bannister and waved down into the lobby. Mother's inviting grinning remained, but I felt the elbow room turn cold. Now I really was good-for-nothing.

My acquaintance skipped down the stairs in her bare substructure, and I saw female parent's eyes go to the hemp bracelets she wore on her ankles. Miriam must cause seen my expression, because she slowed to a more cautious pace. mother extended a handwriting, and Miriam took it gently and curtsied slightly. mother's eyes softened instantly. This was the esteem 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 history class, and she was kind enough to invite me up here to study."

"wellspring,"female parent said,"at to the lowest degree she's making friends. She can be terribly moody."

"hokum,"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, dear,"Mother said, barely turning her head teacher in my direction."Well, girl Miriam, it has been a pleasure."And then she checked her spotter."Down to business,"she continued, more to me this time."I have to meet up with your founder in two hr. We have an investor's meeting, and then we have to assemble up with the, ugh, Callaways for a week on their yacht. An integral calendar week, can you believe ? What a nightmare. Anyway, come."

She started out the door, and Miriam and I followed. I tried to build eye touch with Miriam, but she had her gaze fixed on mother, as if she were a cobra that might walk out at any bit. She had commodity instinct. In the drive in movement of the house was the ignominious SUV, and in the rear were two orotund dark configuration, obscured by fogged drinking glass. Mother went to the rear and opened the door, and down jumped two large cad : a Rottweiler and a Shepherd.

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

"For your protection, dear. They're guard andiron, not pets,"mother said. Of path."Now listen : they have been trained by experts and have come at no small expense, so treat them well."She pulled from the SUV two large flat cardboard corner."These are their houses. They'll sopor in these, outside in the car park. They are only to come in the house in emergencies, and they know this. Here,"she said, handing me a folded piece of paper,"is a listing of their commands. And here,"she added, handing me a pennywhistle on a lanyard,"is an emergency pennywhistle. If you need help, or if they are doing something they shouldn't and aren't following commands, blow this. It will bring them to tending. Keep it with you at all times."

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

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

"You don't need to be fluent to con the Holy Writ on a spell of paper,"she said."Now, I have to go. Spend some time building those dog planetary house. They'll penury somewhere to kip tonight. Oh, and before I forget,"she said, ducking back into the back of the SUV and dragging out not one but two hulk travelling bag of dog intellectual nourishment."This is special food. You can order it online when these two pocketbook are empty. Use the blue card to pay for it so we can lump it in with our business expenses."

"Right,"I said."Of course."

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

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

"Wow,"Miriam said, after a minute.

"I know,"I said. I don't know why, but I was on the sceptre of binge. It wasn't the outset meter mother had displayed just how little she cared about me, nor was it the first time she'd done it to me in front of a friend, but it stung this time.

In silence, we moved the food indoors and dragged the doghouse sets over to the car park. According to the instructions, grammatical construction was dewy-eyed, but in practice session, the conception was detailed. About a half hour into grammatical construction, we had one mostly built, and Miriam wiped her brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, what does she want ?"

It was there in that hot paltry car park that I filled her in on what I figured my parents had in store for me after graduation. It was the first-class honours degree time 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 typeface in her shoulder and let her obligate 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 stupid,"I said."fat hoi polloi problems."

Her finger brushed a few disheveled locks of blonde hair away from my face and said,"It's not always that dewy-eyed. That's just life, Dee."

I could've kissed her for that. Should've. But I noticed the domestic dog 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 substitute, 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 next to the first.

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

Miriam hadn't brought a swim suit, but I was pretty sure we had something in her size. Mother, as I said, always had a plan, and that included keeping a few supererogatory items of clothing around for potential node. So, I led Miriam back inside and upstairs to one of the guest bedchamber. We had been digging around in the dresser for a few mo before I realized I didn't know her size.

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

"Eight,"she said."Sometimes ten."

I shook my head."I mean…"For some reason I felt Wyrd about saying it, so I cupped my own tit over my blouse and jiggled a minuscule to drive home the tip. And then I realized that I would've been estimable off just using my words.

Miriam broke into a fit of giggling that she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. At maiden, I turned red, but the longer her giggling went on, the more infectious it became, and I soon found myself laughing along with her. It had been a ridiculous thing to do, but it felt variety of serious to not learn myself so seriously for once.

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

I dug through another draftsman. wench. Another drawer. Ties. Really, Mother ? Finally, I found a drawer full of swimwear. Personally, I was hoping for something more lowly, but the first thing I dug out was a promising sensationalistic bikini. It wasn't exactly a bikini, but it would exhibit off a lot more skin 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 composition against her body.

"This'll do,"she said.

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

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

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

There was a bathroom attached to the guest bedroom, so while she went in and got changed, I went down the dorm to my own room and the similarly attached bathroom to switch into my own courtship, red with humble blank polka dots. I chose it partly because it was similar to Miriam's and I didn't want her to find like I was more dressed than she was. Mostly, though, I chose it because it was my ducky suit. It fit well, which was unusual. My prat sizing was somewhere between a four and six ( I mentioned I was a little skinny, right ? ), and my breasts were 28, but somewhere between an A and B. Finding brassiere that fit me comfortably was unmanageable enough, but going shopping for swimwear was like finding Carmen Sandiego.

When I came out of the bathroom, Miriam was waiting for me by the door to my bedroom. I stopped abruptly—too abruptly, actually, because the corners of her back talk turned up."paroxysm perfect,"she said, and turned and a ho-hum circle. It really did.

Once again, I led the way through the planetary house. As I stepped outside, I nearly leapt out of my hide. The domestic dog were sitting at attention on the Gunter Grass, just off the small terrace. Their stare made me deeply uncomfortable, and then I realized : the whistle. Quickly, I stepped back inside, shut the door, ran upstairs, grabbed the whistle from where I'd left it on the bed, and returned.

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

I shrugged, trying to dismiss my misgivings."Mother said they're trained well,"I said, hoping that answered the interrogative sentence. I opened the room access and stepped out, and Miriam followed, shutting the threshold behind her. We still had a few more hour of daylight left, and I really wanted to spend it at the pocket billiards, so again I shoved my headache aside and started down the route to the pool. As we went, the dogs flanked us and kept pace, the Shepherd a little ahead, the Rottweiler a short ass. When we got to the puddle, I unlatched the gate, usher Miriam through, and latched it behind us. I didn't uncertainty that these dogs could clear the fence if properly motivated, but they seemed content to leave us be. In fact, when I made a shooing motion to them, they trotted off like formula dogs. I shrugged. Weird.

For an hour or two, I can't be sure, Miriam and I splashed, floated, and swam, talking about university, our mob, and even quizzing each other on the art history material we were supposed to be studying in the low gear topographic point. As it turned out, despite our different upbringings, we both had a lot of the same headache, top among them not having control over our lifetime. She was worried that she'd end up stuck in a boring college town with no outlook, and I was worried that my family would basically betray me out to the highest bidder like a respect mare. We also shared interest in art and had interchangeable preference in music and movies. One thing that set Miriam apart, however, was her confidence and forwardness.

"You're pretty,"she said as we rested our arms on the pocket billiards pack of cards."You know that, right ?"

"Sure,"I said, not really believing it. I mean, I knew I could be seen as desirable. Boys in luxuriously school had made that abundantly clear. But to high-school boy a loaf of bread was desirable, so I hadn't put a lot stake in their persuasion. Now, I may have got mentioned this earlier, but I'm no dummy. When Miriam said I was pretty, I knew what she meant, but I didn't really know what to make of it. Still, something in my tummy stirred, and I started to find warm.

"I mean it,"she said.

"I know you do,"I said. That sounded coldness. I didn't think of 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 discomfit her. Not that I wanted to.

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

"union the club,"I said.

"I just mean, you carry yourself well,"she said."And blank out today, right ? Today's been kind of a shit show 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 confidence ?"

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

I felt a pinch on my butt, yelped, and let go of the rampart. For a 2d, I sank, but when I emerged, sputtering, she was right there, just column inch from my grimace, laughing and holding onto the wall, trying not to bury. I started laughing, too, but mostly because I was nervous. This girl, this amazing, beautiful girl with utter skin and a smile that shone like the sun, was hitting on me. I had no idea what to do. Was it potential that I could be into girls ? Oh, Mother would pour down me.

"And I do love that grin,"she said, and then kissed me. I melted.

It would be a good death.

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

"Yes ? No ?"I parroted back.

"dinner ?"she said, with a chuckle.

"Right,"I said. intellectual nourishment was the furthest thing from my mind."Yes ?"

"Cool,"she said, pulling herself from the water system. The sun was starting to go down, and the air was getting a short chilly, but only enough to lay down her peel prickle.

I followed her out and we spent a minute toweling off. She was looking at me, I knew, but for reasons I can't explain, I tried to keep my middle off of her. Instead, I looked around for the dogs. The Rottweiler was standing maybe a one hundred meters away toward the south slope of the family. The shepherd was standing near the door closest to us at the northeast corner. They were both staring at us.

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

"Do what ?"Miriam said.

I pointed to the sheepherder, but he had found something to whiff. The Rottweiler, too, had busied himself studying a spot on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass."Huh,"I said."Never mind."

Once again, the wienerwurst escorted us as we went between the home and the pool, and I got the spirit that Miriam wasn't the solely one watching my nates. I gripped the whistle with a frightful sense of malaise, but I wasn't about to say anything about it because I thought I'd strait paranoid. When we reached the theater, however, I locked the door and looked out the glass Zen. The dog sat for a minute, their eyes on us, and then went about their business.

Rather than cook, we decided to ordination pizza pie. There was one plaza in townsfolk that would send a driver all the way up to the house, so while Miriam went to modify out of her swimwear, I called the shop. When I was done, I went to my room and changed into some sweatpants and a loose-ish flannel shirt. It would be metre to study, and I concentrated better when I was comfortable.

When I returned downstairs, I saw that Miriam felt the same way, though what she found comfortable was sloppy flannel drawers and a t-shirt that was almost big enough to be a tunic. The sun was just going down, and I realized I should probably feed the Canis familiaris. I excused myself and fetched the two big bowls that had come with the kennel. I filled them up in the kitchen, grabbed the whistle, and left through the rear door.

The dogs materialized immediately. I had gotten about halfway to the car park when I got a weird feeling. I looked down, but the dogs were just staring expectantly up at their food bowl. right hand, I thought. Of course they're staring at me.

I set the bowls down next to each of their household and said,"Are you boys hungry ?"They wagged their tails in answer, and I relaxed a little. Maybe my misgivings were due to the fact that I was rarely comfortable around new citizenry, and these dog-iron were certainly new and unexpected. But, then, they were dogs. mother said they were well trained, and I had a tin whistle and a tilt of bid, which I reminded myself to take with me when the pizza guy arrived. What could possibly go wrong ?

I looked down at their tag for their names. Max was the Shepherd, which made sense, I guess. But the Rottweiler was called Arthur. sort of a weird name for a guard dog, but whatever.

When the dogs began to eat and I saw to it that they had body of water, I headed back inside, waiting until I had disappeared around the side of the house to turn my rachis on them. I walked quickly, but it didn't matter. Despite my suspicion, they hadn't pursued. Still, I locked the threshold and gave a second base glance back through the field glass. zilch. I really was getting paranoid.

I found Miriam in the livelihood room. She had the art story texts piled following to the chocolate tabular array, and had put our class greenback on top. For a few minutes, we got down to patronage, and then the intercom beeped. I hopped up and ran to the door. Pressing the release, I said,"hullo !"

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

"Ok,"I said, pressing the button to spread the gate."Drive up to the social movement door, but stay in the car. We have new dogs."

"Uh… ok,"he said."surely thing."

I grabbed the list of program line and the whistle and opened the front door. certainly enough, the dogs had flanked the car, and the pizza guy, who I recognized as being a younger guy from my former high school, sat firmly in the number one wood's bum looking sufficiently intimidated.

I looked at the tilt."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 impressed. Granted, that was an easy command ; I could've said the Same thing in English.

The pizza guy popped his door open a shot."Can I get along out now ?"

"Setzen,"I said. The dogs sat. Ok, good. Now came the role where I hoped I didn't screw up the orthoepy."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 pie guy and said,"Yeah, it's ok."They stayed with not even a brawniness 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 paper with the commands."How'd you know what language 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 eyes went to the booth delicate case of pizza in the bet on buns 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 open the rise up passenger door.

"Yeah,"he said, finally yanking the doorway spread out."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,"sustenance the change."

"Thanks,"he said. His eyes went to the frank again, and I followed his regard. 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 repulse away. On the way back inside, I felt the dogs watching me. When I was back inside, Miriam was waiting by the door.

"Those dogs are seriously eldritch,"she said.

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

dinner was unceremonious. We ate in the living room and barbecued each other on the study materials. We got a lot done, which was a surprise to me, because the thirster we went on, the more hard I found it to focus. I could think back engagement and names, artists and movements, but in Miriam's company I also remembered the kiss. Soon, it's all I could recall.

Eventually, I had to lay off, 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 mind ?"

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

The TV was in my elbow room, and I had a bookshelf stuffed with DVD. Miriam went to it and spent a duet minutes browsing the ***********ion. It was an art-house moving-picture show about a girl who was from an ultra-religious family and was just about to go to college. I had seen it about a hundred meter before. nearly of the meter, I would kind of ignore the first character where her brother seduces her. It got a bit racy at times, but had clearly been dialed back from the director's original intention in rescript to piss it to the film festivals. The second one-half was where I had always found myself sitting a little straighter and badgering that other hoi polloi 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 flick started, and Miriam lay on her tum with her head at the foot of the bed so she was closer to the projection screen. As I said, I usually didn't pay very much tending to the offset of the film. It wasn't that incestuous themes bothered me. They were simply symbolic of … something. ( I made a mental bank note to look it up. ) It's just that I had always found the buddy's girlfriend much more fascinate. She kind of reminded me of Miriam, now that I thought about it. Miriam.

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

She must let seen my side because she rolled over and sat up."What's the thing ?"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 centre 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, squat. I had no idea it would be so difficult on you. And, well, I thought you knew."

I peeked through my finger's breadth like a nestling."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 friend ?"

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 cheeks. For a here and now, there was only the sound of the movie in the screen background, a rising melodic score and the strait of lovemaking. I glanced at the TV. The kickoff one-half of the movie was gamy than I remember. The sounds of moaning filled the room, and the absurdity of the situation hit me, and I started to express mirth, first with climbing bittersweet chortle, but then with wracking belly laughs as Miriam joined me.

When she kissed me, I melted again and felt passion volley inside me like a balloon. It spread through my body, and rather than just letting her kiss me, I put my arms around her and kissed back. Her soft lips grappled with mine, and I felt my heart racing. Against my hands, her back curved and arched, and I pulled her to me. She finally put her limb around me, admittedly much lower than I'd expected, and instead of having doubts, I let her strong weapons system pull me even closer, so I was straddling her thigh and she was straddling mine. Our consistency came together, my breathing spell left me, and I pulled my lips from hers for a moment.

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

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

"This is your first sentence making out with a girl."

"With anyone."

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

"No,"I said, kissing her neck and eliciting a diffused 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 strain ever so slightly. I kissed the post, and she moaned and returned her manus to the small of my back.

As our lip met again, I felt her hands insistence gently but firmly, pulling me unaired, but also lowering my hips onto her thigh. Even through her pant and my own, the heat energy of her torso radiated between my leg, and I felt a free, warm sensation flood my body. I'd felt it before, of course, but this was different, more vivid, more staring. I dragged my privates against her second joint and gasped for breath. Miriam released the pressure on my pelvic arch and I slid back down. The kindling had been lit, and all that was left was to give the flame of passionateness a chance to catch.

Her hands slip further down over my cigaret, and pulled me up her thigh again. The firing went unfounded. I no longer needed the encouragement, but I let her keep grinding me against her because I loved the way her finger dug into my butt. Soon, though, it was severely to think about anything early than the growing high temperature between my legs, and I felt my soundbox lease over.

Her natural language entwined with mine, and our heavy breathing almost drowned out the movie. I decided it was my crook, and moved my hands down over Miriam's hips to her round of drinks butt. There was pot to grab onto, and I pulled her onto my thigh. Instantly, I felt the heat of her against me, and I knew this was right. She had been waiting, of course, 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 hands, that I didn't notice her hands moving up until her fingers were against the skin under my shirt. I must have jerked in surprise, because she paused for a second and pulled her brim from mine. But I couldn't help it. I wanted more. I kissed her again, and pressed her pelvic arch hard against my thigh, and she groaned in pleasure.

Her hands continued up my back, past my shoulder blades, igniting little fires on their way. And when I thought she was going to stop, she kept on going, ever upward, hooking her fingerbreadth through the neck of my shirt. I hadn't buttoned it up all the way, and when I raised my weapon somewhat grudgingly from her butt, the totally matter slipped right off. I had my bra on, so I didn't finger too raw, and she didn't seem to mind—just soaked me up with her middle. And when she looked to me, she just raised her weaponry straight above her headway expectantly with a mischievous grin.

I couldn't help giggling, and soon neither could she. We tried once to stop, but when I snorted trying to obtain it back, we broke down again. When at last our laugh subsided, she raised up her subdivision again. Looking her in the oculus, I ran my hands up her hips and hesitated a present moment before continuing. And when I did, the softness of her tegument ran under my fingerbreadth like silk. It was perfect. Up my men went, not up her back, as she had done with me, but along her sides. I reached the place where my finger's breadth should have run against her bra, but found only smooth cutis. Still looking me in the eye, her centre gleamed. I swallowed, and continued up until the shirt was pulled up over her head, 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 dope had been ugly ? They weren't, of course. They were perfect. I reached out and took one in each helping hand, and she froze.

"well, feel discharge to, uh, experience freely,"she said."I'll just be here, blind."

I did just that. I'd never touched another girl's breasts before, and now I was wondering why I had waited so long. I ran my fingers over every column inch, and watched in delight as Miriam's responded. get-go was her breath catching in her throat, to liberate in a sigh. And then, as I explored her hardened tit, her grinding against my thigh began anew. Finally, I reached up and pulled the T-shirt off her head and, before she could react, kissed her again. I felt her mitt on my back, and before I knew what she was doing, she had my bra off. Now, skin against cutis, we stoked the flack once again.

I must have been love 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 handwriting firmly on my fag again, pressing me against her and sending a wave of pleasure rolling through my body. Her hands smoothed up my back, but when they returned, her finger slid underneath not just my slack sweatpants, but my panties, as well, with her thumbs hooked on the outside.

"Dee, are you—"she started.

"shag 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 knees, mortise joint, 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 girl ? It felt right, but was it ? Hot breath on my knocker, and then a suck wetness at my nipple was enough to snap me out of it. It was so, so right on. I shuddered in joy, and heard a groan of pleasure in the back of my throat.

"Oh, god, Miriam,"I whispered."I—"

But she took my early teat between her back talk, flicking her tongue against the tip, and the rest of the words came out as alphabet soup. The electric smell of her kisses and nibble only added to my desire, and I drove my own hands to her waist. She barely had time to lift up her articulatio coxae before I had peeled off her sweatpants as if shucking corn.

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

"God, Dee, your kitty is soaking,"she said, barely capable to contain her excitement.

I looked down and saw the snail's trail I'd left field against her mocha coffee 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 faulting,"I said, kissing her."What about yours ?"

She pulled away and knelt succeeding to me. Gently, she took my helping hand. I felt myself shaking, and she must hold, too, because she put her early deal on my tummy to lull me. She looked me in the centre, and I nodded. She guided my hand between her ramification."My what ?"

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

She placed my hand against her smooth labia, and my in-between digit lay along the part in the folds. It took only a here and now to sense the hot wetness coming from her.

"Oh my god,"I said.

Miriam started moving my hired hand against her twat, and it didn't take me farseeing 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 cuddling and teasing her hot mound. I could hardly conceive I it, but was surprised how rude it felt. I curled my digit and made gentle circles around her clitoris, and felt her press against my hand.

"Harder,"she pleaded.

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

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

I pressed harder, and she groaned in delight, biting her abject lip and making little forget me drug with her hips. Her ventilation became ragged, and I knew that she would come soon. Her hired hand, which had rested on my tummy to lull me, now turned south, sliding past my belly button, over my pubic bone, and then to its ultimate destination. Fireworks went off behind my eyes and I heard myself whine again. Miriam's fingers scratched the itchiness that I could never seem to reach, and arched my pelvis off the bed and against her hand.

As consumed by pleasure as I was, I was still curious, and now that my halfway finger was thoroughly slippy, I decided now was the time. I slipped my finger's breadth into her, slowly at first off. Immediately, her snatch 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, palpate my own exaltation emanation, pushing me nearer toward orgasm. Miriam started to ride my finger, bucking up and down in the same rhythm her digit used to run circles around my button. I knew what I liked, and hoped she would wish it, too. Curling my middle fingerbreadth inside of her, I let it slue against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a unvoiced clip keeping her attention on my snatch, but I didn't mind.

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

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

My heart and soul jumped. I had made another girl come, and as she shook, her juices 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 process of making making love to another girl in my bed would have been frightening and alien. Had we moved too fast ? When Miriam let go of my paw, I eased my digit from between her leg and regarded the trickery that coated them. In a moment of unguarded oddity, I brought them to my lips and tasted her. Salty, dessert, 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 tender feeling in my belly I thought, I did that. I was so secondhand to being a property in my mob's machination, it had never really occurred to me that I could feature that effect on someone.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"Sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

"Why ?"I asked.

Miriam kissed my thigh again, eminent up, closer to my hips."Well, you know how it is,"she said."You play a girl."Another candy kiss, higher up."She takes you back to her place."Another kiss, this time just below my pelvic arch."You kiss her."Her future buss landed farther down, back down toward my knee, 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 prickle, and my hands started to tremble."Uh huh."

"And before you know it, she's making you cum,"she said. This succeeding kiss was so high up on the interior of my thigh that the breath from her nozzle 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 legs, I just stimulate my head.

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

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

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

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

She groaned in pleasure as my second joint clamped onto her capitulum, and together we rode the wave of sexual climax. When at last my body went morass and my legs allowed her head to move, she removed her fingers from me. I felt her movement next to me and put an arm over my belly.

I turned my head to look her, and she kissed me. It wasn't the initiatory time I'd ever tasted myself, but it was by far the respectable, and I savored it. After a while, we lay back and were still. I had no mind what Miriam was thinking, but as for me, I was just soaking it all up. A big part of me wanted to concern. My life would be different now. It would have to be. I wouldn't be able to keep this a cloak-and-dagger forever, and when mother found out, there would be hell to pay. But as it was, in the afterglow, I felt ready to pay it a thousand times over. If I knew then what was to add up, I might have 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 face to face her. I had missed something she said again. I had to arrest doing that.

"Sleeping together,"she said flicking her fingertip gently against my teat. I hissed as my body 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 slope and hip, drawing my tending to her everlasting mocha skin."I know you're not."

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

*****

The next morning time was cloud nine. Waking up with my face buried in the shepherd's crook of Miriam's neck was a surprisal, but neither unpleasant nor unwelcome. My arm draped over her waist, soaking up her fondness. Her pelvis 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 fuzz, and though I worried that we had moved too fast, the serenity of this moment told me otherwise. Out of curiosity, my script stirred seeking solution, and was rewarded with warm smooth skin all the way up and all the way down. Miriam mumbled and shifted, pressing her pelvic girdle more firmly against mine, but didn't backwash. My computer memory, however, did.

A osculation. A pinch. fond lips and a hot tongue. electrical energy. I remembered it all, slice by spell. My fingers twitched as they recalled the sensation of her pussy clamping down around them. And then I felt a surge of silken passion radiating from my belly as I remember seeing her looking me in the eyes as her sassing and natural language brought me to orgasm.

As I was engrossed in these thoughts, my finger's breadth found their way to the cleft between her legs. When I became cognizant of what I was doing, I stopped. Slowly, I raised my top dog and peeked at her face. She was still asleep. I'd always thought about what it would be like to wake up to some imaginary boyfriend fucking me, but I could never really picture it, maybe, in retrospect, because the thought of having a boyfriend was not terribly interesting to me. The estimate persisted, though, and I now wondered if Miriam would appreciate or be repulsed by it.

I decided to go slowly.

Softly brushing my hand up her tummy to her breast, I cupped one in my hand. Miriam let out a delicate sigh. I ran my fingers around her curing mamilla, and I could get a line her breathe more heavily through her horn in. I did the same to her other breast, and when her hips pushed back against me, I scooted slightly away, allowing her to roll onto her back. I figured if anything would wake her up, it would be this, but Miriam was a heavy sleeper.

Tentatively, I licked at her nipple once, twice, and then began running circles 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 hammock. When I did locomote my digit over Miriam's labia, her breathing became deep and annoy. Her legs parted slightly, and I began to rub gently, just to see how long it would remove for her to wake up. But she still didn't wake up, so I decided I would give in and revert the favor she had given me last night.

Ever so slowly, I got up and crawled between her legs, kneeling there for a second before I leaned in. My judgment span. The last time I'd seen another cleaning woman's sex up close was when I was being born, and I doubt anyone present was having nearly such a good time. I wetted my lips and started with a osculation. Her smell made something inside of me thrill with delight. I kissed every voice of her puss that I could extend to with just my back talk, and then I stuck out my natural language and tasted her. It knocked the wind out of me, it really did. Whatever lingering incertitude or inhibitions I had were blown away. But I only got about three of four more biff in before I saw her evoke her head.

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

I licked again, as a question.

"Oh, yesss…"she moaned."Please yes."

I felt her finger in my pilus, and knew I'd chosen wisely. Now, all caution and pretence gone, I started in on her. I didn't really recognise how to go down on a girl, but I figured I knew what I liked, so I'd start there. Constant indulgent glossa flicking and soft sucking seemed to be a proficient start, but I felt her clutches my head.

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

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

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

Miriam raised her hips off the bed, grinding her pussy against my mouth, and my heart almost rolled back in my head in ecstasy. 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 tongue was battering her clit so hard and fast I thought that either might have come flying out of us at any present moment. But then she came. Her legs were much stronger than they looked, and when they clamped around my capitulum, I thought my eyeball were going to pop out. She hollered, bucked, whimpered, and then eventually went slack.

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

"Damn, Dee,"she said, coming around at last."You really acknowledge how to wake up a girl up."

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

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And we did do work.

We took a shower, made love, showered again, fed the dogs, and ate breakfast first, but we did do work. In fact, between the bouts of kissing, we were actually very productive. We were so productive that, after an early dinner, we decided we could take the integral evening off of studying and unlax in the pool.

We changed back into our bathing suits, and I grabbed a duo of beers from the fridge. It was getting ice chest into the evening, but not uncomfortably so. Regardless, we each took a bathrobe, just in case. On the way out, I remembered the tin whistle and the command bed sheet, tucking them into the air pocket of my robe.

As before, Max and Arthur escorted us to the pool. It still creeped me out a little, but I had to take on 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 of cards next to the loungers and said,"That's really hard to get used to."

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

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

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

I tried to take a crosscut across the soft gage, but Max and Arthur seemed insistent that I take the garden itinerary. It was weird, I thought, that they should be dictating the regulation 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 food, I felt something jog my posterior. I looked back and saw Max poking his prospicient snout against my keister, sniffing.

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

He ignored me and, now that I was facing him, nuzzled through the front of the robe. I gasped as his cold nose pressed against the thin out skin of my bathing wooing. For maybe a rent back I thought of letting him continue, but then again what was I thinking ! ? I pulled the whistle from the pocket 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 infer me."Don't get any big ideas."

I fed them quickly, and as they began eating, I hurried back toward the pool. On my way, I was haunted by the opinion that I would even harbour the melodic theme of letting a dog poke me. It was a dog. But that hot breath from his nose had felt reasonably overnice. No ! It. Was. A. Dog. 144 !

After latching the gate and testing it, I sat down in the lounger with my gown still on and my branch across my chest. Miriam, not oblivious 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 robe, I added,"Those hot dog freak me out a little."

"Right ?"

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

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

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

I smiled and said I had something better in mind.

The hot tub was at the corner of the puddle surface area farthest from the home and shielded from persuasion by a whole wall on the exterior, trellises dense with morning glories on the incline facing the house, and a cap that protected the field from rainfall. On the firm paries was a substitution that turned on a bingle overhead lamp. Along this wall were also hooks on which we hung our robes while waiting for the H2O to heat up. When we finally got in, I instantly relaxed. Miriam, too, let out a prospicient sigh of pleasure.

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

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

"You mean your mom's design to marry you off to some productive 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 bother. I'm sorry."

"You knew ?"

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

"And you didn't concern ?"

"I did attention,"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 disown me if they want. I'm going to survive my life story the way I want. If it costs me all of this, I'm ok with that."

Miriam looked confused for the showtime metre in as hanker 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 head."It really is."

The following thing I knew, Miriam was straddling me, her sassing pressed against mine. Our clapper danced. bridge player roamed over wet flesh, and soon enough we were both panting for breathing time. With a tug, she untied my top and then pulled it from my body, letting it float away. I did the Sami to hers and then clamped my backtalk to her nipple.

"Ugggghhhhh yeah !"she moaned as I let Passion contain me from one mamilla to the other, and then back again.

Miriam pushed away from me, but as she drifted away, her fingers snagged the strings that tied my tail together, and in an instant, they were off and floating away. She removed her own bottoms and then snagged my legs, dragging them up from the undersurface of the hot tub and propping them up on her articulatio humeri. With her head just at the floor of the piss, she began moving back toward me, wedging my legs undefended with her face. Unlike the previous night, there was no hesitation. Her lips and tongue hit me instantly, and I groaned. She dipped her clapper into me, and I had to grasp the side of the hot tub to keep the top of me from slipping down into the water. Her tongue swirled upward until it ran frantic circles around my clit.

"Fuck, Miri,"I cried out."screwing !"

But then her glossa stopped and her organic structure went rigid. I lifted my nous to see what was wrongfulness, but she only stared over my shoulder. When I turned, I saw Max the Shepherd standing at attention just a few metrical unit 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 aurora glories.

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

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

"What should we do ?"I asked.

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

I thought for a present moment, but my headway was still clouded by lust and the high temperature from the tub."Ok, well, first we need to get the whistle and command sheet from my gown,"I said."But Max is between us and them."

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

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

I climbed cautiously from the hot tub and shuffled around the big shepherd, noticing once again how his eyes seemed glued to my nether region. I reached the robe and grabbed the newspaper publisher and whistle from the pocket, but in the appendage, I turned my spinal column on Max. Immediately, he jumped on my back, and in my panic, I slipped and was dragged down. The whistle flew out of my men, bounced off the rampart and skittered into the swim pool. With the water drained, it would still act upon, but the paper landed in the tub.

"Use the commands !"I pleaded with Miriam, terrified that Max was going to belt down me, but it was no use. She held up the paper. The ink had already run and was illegible, and after trying to blossom forth it, the paper began to charge. I struggled and finally got back to my hands and knees, but I soon realized that's where Max wanted me all along. Miriam's face told me she could see the same matter."Get the whistle ! Get him off me !"

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

"Please !"I whispered to Miriam.

She nodded and leapt from the tub. In an trice, Arthur was blocking her path, growling. She tried to turn and flee back to the safety of the H2O, but slipped and fell. She tried scuttling backward, not for a moment taking her eyes off the Rottweiler, but a growl from him froze her just as Max's had frozen me. She shook in scourge 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 push me forward. I tried to move with him, but he growled. I felt something paper bag my hip and looked underneath me. The quite a little took my breath away. Between Max's wooden leg, a glistening red rod was beginning to peek from under his fur. His restlessness, I saw, was his clumsy thrusting at my still lubricated pussy.

"hold,"I said, struggling."Wait, time lag, no."But I began to miss hope when I felt the tip of his slick member slide effortlessly into me.

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

"Oh, my—"she started.

"GOD !"I shrieked. Max jammed the integral length of his cock into me in one mighty thrust. The pain burned through me, but I found I had no representative to riot. There was no respite. Max began jackhammering his prick into me. warmth filled my typeface, and crying ran down my cheeks."Ow ! Oh, god !"I whimpered as the shepherd fucked me."Help meee !"

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

I heard a struggle nearby and opened my eyes despite the stinging snag. Chester A. Arthur had Miriam backed up against the treillage and had buried his snout between her legs. Over the wet slapping sound of my own misdemeanor, I started to get word the profound lapping of a long dog tongue. Miriam was trying to labor Arthur away, and he seemed to bear and even whoop it up in the challenge, but when she smacked him on the foreland, he bared his tooth and snarled at her. Instinctively, Miriam's mitt went to her throat to protect herself. When she made no more fuss, President 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 unremitting ramming of Max's putz had stopped hurting so often. I felt I could bear this, despite my revulsion, but I wasn't about to break off fighting. If I could just wriggle free of Max's grip ... but it was no use. The more I struggled, the more his pincer dug into my build. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Unh ! build it intercept !"I gasped."He's—unh ! —huge ! He's huge !"

Miriam panicked and tried to fly as I pleaded for Max to lay off, but only was able-bodied to parent herself three in off the ground. Arthur put an end to her flight by clamping his jaws around her pharynx. Her eyes streamed rent as she sat back down.

Max felt mammoth inside me. At first, it had felt like someone had rammed a white-hot fire fire hook inside of me, but now that my senses had returned, the sentience of fullness was unlikely. This hairy beast was stretching me Thomas More than I could have imagined, and, high-risk of all, I think my consistency was starting to palpate pleasance mix with the pain.

Miriam, too, had changed. As Arthur returned to lapping relentlessly at her pussy, I heard her breath quicken and then become raspy. She whimpered in fear and groaned in disgust, but there was no denying the effect his lapping was having on her trunk. When she moved her men to his heading, Arthur looked up threateningly, but slowly, she began to stroke his nous, and Arthur went back to work on her.

"Noooo,"I groaned, feeling Max's speedy stabs of pleasance building to a crescendo. I cursed my physical structure for betraying me."Don't give way 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 tongue inside me !"she moaned."It's so long !"

I couldn't see much from where I was because King Arthur's back end was blocking my view. peculiarity prevailed, and I sunk down to my cubitus. This only served to resurrect my hindquarters higher in the air and let Max wax access, but at this point Miriam was right : resignation was the only alternative. Hanging my caput down, I could see Arthur's tongue lapping at Miriam's kitty, occasionally dipping deep beneath her soaking wet fold and causing her to hiss in reluctant pleasure.

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

"Oh, Good Shepherd !"I hollered as my consistency clenched."Oh god oh god oh god. No no no no no !"

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

"He's making me come !"electric ecstasy uncoiled and I found my organic structure pressing back into Max's assaulting cock. But he didn't halt or even slow down down, and I felt another orgasm brewing oceanic abyss within me with each of his physical structure rocking poke."ass fuck make out !"

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

She was still scared and disgusted, and so was I, but I could barely see her. My optic rolled back in my principal and I felt my jaw slacken. As I came a second time, I could only make grunts and groan. The dark tendrils of humiliation had begun wringing every dip of ignominy from my someone, and soon all that would be left would be sensual desire.

Soon after my orgasm subsided, I felt something ram against my already stretched pussy. I looked underneath me and saw the swollen stem of Max's cock trying to force its way into me. I made a groan of vexation that turned into a screech of surprisal and pain as the shepherd rammed it into me. As he continued to throw, it threatened to force its way back out.

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

Max didn't listen, so I reached back with one hired hand and grabbed his erect legs to hold him still. He was a big dog, so I had to get hold of back with my early hand and submit grip of his former rear leg. I was capable to pull him against me and hold on his thrusting, but this meant that my brass and chest were pressed against the wet tile. The swollen infrastructure of his cock stretched me past where I thought my break level would be, but through the annoyance I could finger the intumesce slew grinding against my g-spot.

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

"Oh diddlysquat !"I heard Miriam gasp.

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

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

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

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

Her expression took on a flavour of confusion and horror, both at the prognosis of letting an animal piece of tail her and at my seeming emotionlessness."No way !"

I wasn't indifferent, though. Maybe my brain had broken by Max's nooky, or maybe I was already broken, but my soundbox craved more."spring him here,"I slurred as I felt a tierce orgasm brewing."I'll suck him off."

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

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

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

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

I made kissy stochasticity at Arthur, and he turned my instruction. I coaxed him over until his emerging tool was in sleeve reach. I felt around underneath him, and eventually felt his elephantine slippery turncock emerge from its hiding shoes. It radiated oestrus, and another part of my judgement broke when I touched it. The dark tendrils of humiliation wrung out yet to a greater extent shame as I began to stroke it gently in my paw. Arthur started pumping his hips a petty, and midget drops of precum began dripping from the tip of his shaft onto the roofing tile in front man of my facial expression. He turned his caput to look at me, and that's when Miriam bolted.

But Arthur was lightning fast. Miriam didn't even make it two footfall before he was on her. And this clip there was no mercy. His strong forelegs folded her up at the midsection, forcing her to her hands and knee joint, and he drove his giant star dripping penis directly into her pussy.

"Aaaahhhnnn ! !"she yelled, her eye wide. President Arthur, like his counterpart, didn't spare a second getting to do work. His forelegs tightened around Miriam's waist, and his nates worked in a delirium as he fucked his dupe."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 arrant mocha colored breasts rippled and swayed with each unspeakable thrust. Her cries were so frenzied that I thought Arthur was killing her, but when Miriam finally unclenched her heart, I saw the same glassy look of ecstasy that I had caused that same morning.

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

"Are you ok ?"I asked.

Miriam didn't look at me, but hung her fountainhead down, bit her lip, and nodded. At the Saame meter, I could finally sense the well base of Max's cock finally begin to deflate, and aided by his slip cum and my own, it started to slip out of me. I grunted as it stretched me wide.

Miriam finally turned her psyche to look at me, and I could see why she hadn't before. Her face was a screwed-up mix of delight, annoyance, and shame."What's ill-timed ?"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 soaked entering to my overstuffed pussycat."Oh ! Ow ! Ow !"And then he was out all at once. A downpour of steaming hot cum poured out of me and down my legs and belly, splashing to the tile. I groaned a small in disgust at the stack and smelling of dog cum covering my body, but mostly at the sudden belief of being so, so vacate. My yearning to be filled up again surprise me, and I might consume tried again had my body not given out. I collapsed sideways onto the tile, where I watched Arthur pound away at my girlfriend.

Miriam had seen me flop, and her eyes went widely. I followed her gaze to where Max had situated himself in the niche to lick himself clean, and I felt my own eye widen. It was a miracle, I thought. There was no way that huge putz could deliver fit inside me. And yet, it had.

I turned my attention back to Miriam, whose whimpering told me she was approaching an unwilling sexual climax. I struggled to my knees and scooted myself a niggling to the side, where I could see Chester A. Arthur's cock jackhammering at her. If it were even possible, he was bigger than Max. I crawled over to present Miriam and knelt in battlefront of her.

"I'm—"she started, but squeaked. Her mouth made a unadulterated O and her oculus sought mine."I'm coming."

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

Miriam groaned, clenched her eyes, and came.

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

I reached down and caressed her white meat, and she groaned,"Ngh ! Why is this happening to us ?"Through her whimpering, I could hear the battle between physical delight on one side of meat, and pain, disgust, and affright on the early.

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

Miriam came again, and her sleeve gave out. She fell to her articulatio cubiti, and her fall allowed President Arthur full access. I wanted to see what was happening, so I scooted around to her hindquarters. What I saw I will never forget. 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 swollen base of Arthur's shaft was beginning to ram against Miriam's already stretched pussy.

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

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

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

Arthur tightened his grip on her and lunge it in. Miriam's eye went astray and she shrieked in surprisal and pain, but she wasted no time grabbing his legs.

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

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

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

"I know,"I said.

"NNNNGGH !"she groaned, the side of her expression pressed into the tile."It feels so fucking good ! What's haywire with me ?"

I reclined adjacent to her and stroked her expression. She bit her lip and tried to slacken."aught,"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 choice. I really was well and truly give way, wasn't I ? But weirdly enough, it worked. Miriam relaxed, and I could see in her eyes that she had stopped fighting to hold on to her shame. She even wiggled her ass a trivial, causing the swollen dog cock to grind against her g-spot.

"I'm gon na hail,"she whispered hoarsely."Ooh piece of ass 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 roofing tile. She collapsed onto me, panting and groaning, and for a few minutes, we stayed there on the cool tile. I hugged her and figured it would be my utmost chance before she left and never came back. Of course of action she would. Any sane someone would put as much distance between themselves and this house as possible.

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Getting out would show much more difficult than it seemed. First of all, after Miriam had recovered, we crawled back into the hot tub and let it wash the dog cum from our physical structure. Max and Arthur sat guarding the release, and I knew our 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 honey oil stopped, we put our washup suits back on, climbed out, and put on our robes.

The frank escorted us from the puddle orbit, Chester A. Arthur putting his body between us and the pool. We walked in disgraceful silence back to the rear threshold of the house, and this time when I opened the door, Max stepped inside. My middle skipped a heartbeat, and I heard Miriam groan to herself. President Arthur stayed until everyone was back inside, and then came in last. I shut the door, but didn't lock it, thinking that maybe I could use it as a quick escape, but Chester A. Arthur looked up at me and blocked my path.

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

When that was done, they relaxed a little. They knew they had us trapped, and so did we. They followed us up the stairs to my bedroom, and when we sat down on the bed, the dogs found patch to lie down, Max by the door and Arthur under the window. This was all just for appearance, as far as we were concerned. We knew from experience that we couldn't outrun them, and it appeared that they were smart, 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 imply ?"

"mother said they had been specially trained, right ?"I gestured to the cad."And she didn't really seem to care 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 unimaginable. You met her once and you know me. What do you think she wants most from me ?"

Miriam paused to think, and then said,"Obedience."

"Obedience."

"Blackmail,"she said.

"Blackmail,"I said.

"You seriously think she bugged the house ?"

I nodded."Definitely."

I stood up, ready to go look for hidden cameras, but Max stood up, too, blocking the door. I took that as a sign that we were to stay on put. I shrugged as casually as I could and went instead to the bathroom, stripped out of my robe and bathing suit, and stepped into the shower bath. The warm water revealed how tense up I had been, and for a min I leaned forward against the bulwark, closed my optic, and let the water system run against my cover. I tensed for just a moment when I felt Miriam's mitt on my shoulders.

"You okay ?"she asked.

I shook my chief, feeling bust behind my palpebra."Miri, I don't know,"I said."I don't know if I'm ever going to be okay."

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

I opened my eyes and let my tears fall away with the rest of the water. I looked at her, and to my surprise, she seemed softer than before, the hardened resignation gone from her typeface. I felt like our locating should have been swapped. Her ordeal had been my fault.

"It's not your faulting,"she said, reading my judgment, apparently.

"If you hadn't come—"

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

I fell into her, and she caught me. The water pattered against us, and for a long while, 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 look of decision in her eyes. She said,"Your mother's Canis familiaris raped you, too. The fair sex I love. As much as I want to run away, I can't leave you here alone with them. And I don't know if anyone, even your mother, would do up with a blackmail schema this convoluted. But you believe it, so that's good enough for me. You have a plan to retrieve the bugs, if they exist, but have you thought about what you'll do when you have them ?"

"Erase the data ?"I said.

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

"You mean Mother."

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

"I don't know,"I said,"but we have a couplet days until she comes back. First things first."

We spent More time in the rain shower, holding each former and caressing until the water ran cold. When at last we could stay in the prophylactic of the looking glass mobile phone no longer, we stepped out and dried off. I went to my dressing table to pull out some clothes, 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 President Arthur nudged my helping hand away with his big round shot of a head. He didn't growl or bear witness his teeth, but the message was clear.

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

"What now ?"Miriam asked. I heard pain in her voice as she tried to conceal her fear 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 intent, and I couldn't really fault 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 Arthur perked up."adept. Let's go, then."

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

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

Miriam's center swept over the dogs in panicked actualisation, and she nodded in agreement.

Max led the way as we went back downstairs, outdoors, and around the side of the theater. The walking gave us time to talk, and I spent some time looking for anything that had been moved or misplaced in the last couple week. I noted a few things to check up on when I had more freedom, but I knew I was going to really need to scour every inch of every room to find 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.

Chester Alan Arthur took a few paces back toward the house. When he turned his top dog and looked back at us, Miriam said,"Seriously ? How are these dogs this smart ?"

"I don't know,"I said, picking up the bowls and following Chester Alan Arthur."But we need to picture out how to get Thomas More freedom. I think I might know where a twain of the bug are."

binding inside, I put the bowls in the kitchen, future to the room access to the dining room, but still the bounder wouldn't eat. I put down a big bowl of water system, too, but still nothing. Arthur looked back and Forth River between me and the food bowl, as if unclear on the concept, but when his nidus eventually settled on me, I realized that I was the one who didn't understand.

Arthur approached and without state of grace or warning stuck his nozzle between my legs. The force backed me up against the island, and when I had no more room to maneuver, the Rottweiler began lapping at my pussy in longsighted powerful strokes.

"Oh, not again,"I groaned. But my dead body shuddered and I felt a strong wetness loosen me up from the inside. As reluctant as I was, Arthur's lapping felt incredibly good, and I parted my legs a minuscule to permit him more access. It paid off. His long tongue licked the whole way from my butthole to my clit, and I found myself becoming aroused, and not just physically. I was beginning to enjoy it.

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

"You know…"I had trouble focusing on my words."Mmm… You know they're just going to have 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 guess was good, sorting of."Fine,"she said. She leaned forward on the island, folding her arms under her chest and sticking out her butt with her legs cattle farm."Let's get this over with."

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

Chester A. Arthur continued his Assault on my increasingly wet and aching kitty-cat. Every four or five slug, his farseeing tongue would dart into me, sliding against my clit on its way out. The longer this went on, the looser I felt. I put more of my exercising weight on the island and spread out my stage wider so he had entire access.

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

For a 2nd, it looked like she was going to neglect 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 silkiness of her sex against my tongue."When this is all over, we'll have all the clip in the world."

"Uhnn…"she moaned."You promise ?"

"I promise."

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

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

Miriam nodded. I could see in her eyes 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 exculpation that you had no say in the matter, and quite another matter to offer your consistence to a dog. We both knew that this was a chiseled blood in the sand, and while I was cook because my focusing was on the hereafter, Miriam was still in the moment.

I took the lead and gently pushed Chester A. Arthur's head away. He growled, but stopped as I lowered myself to my script and knee joint. He sniffed at me for a second and then cocked his head teacher to the side.

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

Miriam laughed out loud, 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 following to me on the kitchen floor.

Once she was down, Arthur got the content and moved around behind me. He gave my puss a few to a greater extent licks just for good measure, and then I felt his weight on me. He felt impenetrable than Max had, but that was just because he had most of his exercising weight on my dorsum. Quickly, instinctively, he shifted the weighting back, gripped my waist with his powerful forepaws, and started jabbing at me. This clip, however, I wasn't struggling to get free, and he hit his print quickly. I thought I would have got been ready for it, but I was mistaken. King Arthur's dog cock smashed into my pussy like a freight train, and I clenched my center, saw stars, and howled.

"AAAAH ! OWWW ! Ow ! Ow ! Ah, god ! Fuck !"I swore and yelled as the Rotty fucked me. At first, it was in nuisance. His putz felt like a colossus hot piston thrusting in and out of me, and for a moment I regretted letting him have me. But soon, wonderful sensations began to pulse through me.

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

And there we were, two new young lovers position by position on the kitchen flooring holding hands while two dogs fucked us silly. I wasn't thinking it at the time, but it surprised me later how quickly things had moved, how quickly I had accepted our billet. At the time, I was thinking about the intense pleasure washing though me as I came. I wasn't sure how many sexual climax had shaken me, but it definitely wasn't the first.

"Yes !"

That wasn't me. It was Miriam. At for the first time it was a diffident squeak, then a full-throated cry of pleasure, and then a serial publication of breathy moans.

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

I just nodded my top dog and moaned,"Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn…."Stuffed as I was with Chester Alan Arthur's huge pecker, and having come yet again, I was barely cognisant of where I was.

As before, I felt a few thrusts that stretched me even more and get me to groan in discomfort. Then, the swollen base of Arthur's prick was stuck inside me, grinding up against my g-spot and pushing me once again toward climax. I reached back and grabbed his legs to keep back him from moving around, and had to take down my look and chest to the frigidity tile. I hardly noticed, though, because of the erotic heat energy building around the pulsing dog cock.

My boldness pressed against the tile, I watched as Max, too, secured himself in Miriam, who groaned, reached one hand back, but kept the other human elbow on the floor. Even through her dark hide, I saw her human face 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 ingest looked puzzled, because she added,"For the advice. I can deal this. All I got ta do is loose and enjoy myself."She wiggled her butt back against Max and moaned.

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

I lost course of fourth dimension for a while, but Arthur's cock eventually popped out of me, and his hot cum poured out of me and splashed onto the roofing tile floor. Max, too, finished with similar effect, astragal of slight white seed contrasting heavily against Miriam's sinister legs.

The mess was already made, so we knelt there recovering and letting the cum drip from our freshly fucked snatch. When we were finally able, 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 our clothes, Arthur followed her but didn't intervene, even when we got dressed. It felt comforting to be clothed again, but we knew that the sympathy was that we would hold our guardians well sexed.

Thankfully, the heel seemed meet for the night. I, for one, was a sore, but I distracted myself from the pain by using the prison term to search for the hidden cameras my mother had planted. I immediately found the one in the kitchen, planted in a recessed lighting above the island counter. No doubt it had recorded our most Recent natural action. There was one in the keep room hidden in the shell of a book I did not make out. There were more in the bedroom, entree ways, and even some in the window facing out into the yard. No dubiety there were more away, but it was late and I didn't feel like trekking out to determine them.

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

"What do you mean ?"I said.

Miriam lifted her nose from a playscript on impressionism and simply gave me that"bitch, are you kidding ?"looking. It had occurred to me that I was acting a bit paranoid, though not without reason, but I stopped and took stock. I was standing there with a pillowcase full of expensive electronics and a look of satisfaction. But why ? I had taken the cameras, but that did not vary anything about what had already happened. Where did all that footage go ? I'd never found any hard drives, and the cameras were too small to send over length over a few 12 m. This was all wasted energy if I couldn't find the repositing devices. I tossed the bag of tiny camera onto an upholstered recliner and sat down heavily on the couch.

"Don't sweat it,"Miriam said."We'll aspect for them tomorrow. Maybe we can even get the dogs to help. 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 dark, though they did insist on sleeping by the window and the doorway, which said to me that they still didn't fully trust us not to run. When I woke, it was to the opinion 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 fourth dimension they had been used for this determination. How many former young char had been taken in by this duo ? How many had shrieked in pain and terror as Max or King Arthur took their virginity ? How many had succumbed to the joy ?

I felt fingers brush delicately against my pussy, and I realized they were my own. The thought of dog cock plunging in and out of me, filling me up and driving me to orgasm after coming, had stoked warmness in my belly, and I felt slick wetness bloom my body for another round. I continued to rub myself and felt my body begin to ache for release.

Suddenly, I felt more finger touch me.

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

I shook my head.

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

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

She slid another finger into me, and I pressed my genital organ into her hired hand, burying her finger's breadth as deep as they would go. I dared not say so, but it wasn't deep enough. Not anymore. Still, Miriam's speck 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 knocker. I even kissed the red lines on her skin where the dogs'claws had scratched her. When I tried to go farther down, she stopped me. Fingers 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 tongue slide against my clit. I gasped. It was a completely different sense experience from Arthur's fast-growing lapping. This was gentler, but precise. Miriam knew exactly how to tease and please me, and as she did, I cried out in ecstasy.

I clapped a hand over my mouth, but Chester A. Arthur and Max were now all-encompassing awake. For a moment, they just watched as Miriam ate my pussy, but eventually, Max got up and came to the side of the bed. I ignored him, trying to focus on the pleasant-tasting tonguing I was receiving, but he started making frustrated strait. Miriam stopped her licking 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 bridge player. I turned my torso so I was laying across the width of the bed with my knee at the bound, and was shocked when she rolled off and went to her human knee on the floor. Before I could ask any interrogation, she dove back between my peg. I saw Max sniff around her rear a little and then give her a few cursory lick. I felt her hot intimation quicken against my clit, and we both gasped when Max mounted her. I propped myself up on my elbows, and watched her face contort in pleasure and pain in the neck as Max drove himself into her.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh fuck !"she cried out. This clip, I could tell the pain was easier to ignore. My second metre had been easier than the first. It was still raspy, 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 sounds of wet, haphazard fucking and pleasured wailing filled the bedchamber. When he finally stopped, Miriam looked disappointed.

"What's untimely ?"I asked.

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

"burl ?"I said.

"The big swollen bit at the base,"she said."I looked it up on my telephone last nighttime. Took forever. Your cyberspace connection sucks."

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

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

"I know what it's like to desire 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 level, dog cum dripping from her pussy.

"mother is going to be so upset,"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 often worse. Now, lie back. It's my turn."

Miriam and I switched places, and I watched as Sir Thomas More of Max's cum dribbled out of her. I leaned into her, placing my bureau on the mattress between her legs, and tasted some of the cum. I'm going to be honest. It didn't taste swell. It wasn't completely repulsive, either, but I much preferred pussy. Luckily, Miriam's was right there.

I had cleaned up most of Max's mess and had begun to taste mostly Miriam, when I felt Chester Alan Arthur's moth-eaten nose sack my fundament. As Max had, he licked me a few prison term and then mounted me, gripping me around the shank. There was almost no clumsy poking around this clock time. The dogs had learned their way around our bodies, and muscle computer storage was setting in.

My heftiness storage, however, was not quite there yet. The stabbing annoyance of the big Rottweiler's invading cock injection through my body, and I yowled. Miriam held my head in her hands and cooed as soothingly as she could.

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

I took deep breaths and focused on her voice. To think that I had been the first to throw in… I had become so focalize on anger and revenge that I was coiled up like a natural spring. Now, starting at my neck and shoulders and rolling down my back like a cool breeze, my body began to relax. And as the muscles around my pussy loosened up, the stabbing pain sensation was almost instantly replaced with the kind of frenzied ecstasy that comes from rough sex. I pressed my stooge backward against Chester A. Arthur jabbing and felt his semi-swollen knot squeeze past my smashed entrance. Now I cried out in joy, and moaned when the naut mi, now fully engorged, refused to come out.

I imagined myself as a bequeath striver to this wolf, and felt fuller and to a greater extent satisfied than I had either of the two multiplication before. I knew that my skipper's knot, though stretching me to my boundary, 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 pussy. My tongue traveled over every nook and cranny, teasing and tempting, and when her body began to tense with anticipation, found her button and worshipped it.

Miriam wrapped her legs around Arthur, pulling him more tightly against me and stuffing his shaft 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. King Arthur's mile was also grinding hard against my g-spot, and I felt myself at the brink of orgasm.

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

"That was a the pits of a way to rouse up,"Miriam said.

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Once we had cleaned ourselves and the room up a lilliputian, the rest of the day was busy. I felt as if I were possessed by a spirit of revenge in my lookup for the storage devices. In the back of my judgment, I worried that Mother had directly linked the recording equipment to a removed upload table service. But then I remembered again what Miriam had said. Our wealth gave me admittance to so many things beyond the grasp of my peers, but our internet connection was the pits—far too boring to upload such a large amount of data. This wasn't so at any of our former homes, only at the cottage. And now I think I knew why. It insulated me from the universe, at to the lowest degree while at plate. So, like the dogs, it was yet another gimmick to stick me to my duty as Mother and sire saw them. But also like the detent, it would be turned to my advantage.

I had been musing on this out loud while sitting on the border of the pool looking down at the whistle at the tail.

Miriam said,"It seems to me that those registrar couldn't be running all day every day for weeks or month at a time without needing some kind of maintenance. My dad's a security sentry duty. Footage from his company's organization gets overwritten every three twenty-four hours. Your mom said she'd be back in a week, right ? She wasn't here for very long, and she was never out of our sight for a minute."

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

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

"I don't think there is one."

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

I wanted to separate her that my family probably had entire houses I didn't know about, but decided against it for the moment.

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

For the next 60 minutes, we searched for entree to some kind of basement, but came up empty. There was no cellar doorway on the outside of the household ; I'd have noticed that already, but we checked again for good measure. Inside, we opened every door we could find, but nothing led downward. As we sat on the frame resting and thought process, President Arthur jumped up next 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 front 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 much to ask, and, frustrated, shoved the pillowcase away from me with my foundation. One of the cameras tumbled out onto the rug, and Max lowered his head and sniffed at it curiously. When he licked it, I definitely remember thinking to myself,"Please don't eat it."

He didn't, of course, instead slinking away. A few minutes later, however, he reappeared with another camera in his mouth. 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 happen later, I guess. But what I really need are the hard drives."

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

"Max !"I said. He stopped, cloth bag still covering his head. 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 semen from back toward the kitchen. Thinking he maybe had to go out, I called,"You were just out. curb it for a minute."

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

In the hall outside the kitchen and behind the staircase that led up to the sleeping accommodation, Max stood in front of one of the wardrobe doors.

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

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

So I opened the closet again. It was full of service program token, boxes of bombardment, tape, and string, lined up neatly on shelf. Now that I looked at the space with different center, it hit me : this was the but W.C. in the house that had a rug. It almost matched the coloration of the base, so I had never noticed. I lifted the edge of the rug, and immediately saw the brass instrument door latch, set into which was a combining lock.

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

"No,"I said. Kneeling down, I rolled the turn into spot and pressed the shine brass section brad. A hearty metallic pawl resulted.

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

I threw back the relief of the rug and hooked my finger into the pulling ring.

The door was heavier than it looked, but the reason for that became instantly obvious. On the annul side was rebar reinforcement and a lame of foam pyramids. I poked at one with my finger.

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

"holy place shit,"I said. Whatever was supposed to hap down below, and perhaps whatever had happened in the past times, 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 capitulum."No,"I said."I need to see it for myself."Max beat me to it, though, padding cautiously down the curiously long concrete stairs.

The interior of the basement looked like the interior of a cave. There were concrete chromatography column at unconstipated intervals and there was a faint glow coming from one recession. On the walls, ceilings, and on nearly of the columns was the Lapplander pyramidal soundproofing. The floor was eldritch. Instead of bare concrete, it had been tiled with linoleum. As soon as my feet hit it, I knew why. It would be pretty leisurely to pick and was soft.

In a quoin near the stairs was a desk with a computing machine that was much larger than the one I thought I'd discovery. The monitor were switched off, but the LEDs on the bank building of tough drives were flickering away, no dubiousness recording data from undiscovered cameras.

"Hm,"I heard Miriam mumble.

"What ?"I said.

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

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

"goodness boy,"I said.

As I approached the desk, I almost tripped over a sword loop-the-loop bolted firmly into the floor. Looking down, I saw more. And now that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, I saw a few former post around the basement with loops on the floor.

Suddenly, with a click, the ignitor came on. I looked back and saw that Miriam had found the light permutation on the side of the stairs. Now with the basement lit, I realized two things : it was a miniature prison, and it was grownup than it seemed at first.

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

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

Against a far wall, there was a large wooden armoire. measured not to slip over any more loops in the floor, I made my way over to it and took a deep breath as I put my deal on the doorhandle. But the doors wouldn't spread out. I tried again, but it was shut tight. There was an old-style keyhole that looked distressingly well used.

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

Miriam nodded."A piddling,"she said."They all work pretty much the Lapp 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 arcminute to privately sue the fact that my parents had built a dungeon under their bungalow specifically for me. It must have cost quite a lot to construct something like this in underground. They could possess spent the money on property or monetary investments, I thought, and then remembered that, to them, I was such an investment. Anger bubbled in me like hot tar.

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

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

I didn't pay a great deal attention to her workplace, but I got the gist of it. All it took was longanimity and a petty know-how, and a deep click indicated that the armoire was unlocked. I opened the room access this clock time, and got a horrible sinking belief in my guts.

Inside, hanging neatly from hooks, was everything mother had thought she would postulate to crack me. Clearly, the heel 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 score ? Had the dogs crapped out on their breeding 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 prat boxers, a collar. I reached down and picked it up. Yet another matter for with no disbursal had been spared, the collar was firm but soft leather, studded with rubies, which Mother knew were my darling. The sword fastenings appeared to be nickel plated, and came together with two loops, which looked as if they were designed to plunk for a padlock. There were closed circuit around the rest of the collar, as well, no doubt to be hooked onto the ternion that hung next to a very unpleasant looking whip. I bet the idea was also to attach it to one of the many loop-the-loop in the storey or on the tower with the ropes in the bottom drawers. And, yes, engraved on a rose gold memorial tablet opposite the buckle was my figure in a rather Baroque era ***********.

I unclasped the buckle, put the arrest around my neck opening, and fastened it snugly into place. It fit perfectly.

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

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

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

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

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Her finger slipped through one of the steel loops, and she pulled me in harder. Our knife danced furiously for the first prison term since the ordeal with the pawl 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. lucky you."

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

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

"What kind of hoi polloi ? !"Miriam fretted.

"multitude who would buy you,"I said, deciding not to sugar pelage 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 people who would blackmail their own youngster and work up keep to damp them. Only a fool would opine it stopped there.

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

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

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

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

Once they were shut down, I felt marginally better until I saw the center admonisher. On it was a storage-battery grid of folders, each labeled with a location code. I opened the folder for the poolside gazebo. In it were folders labeled with dates. I opened the one with the previous day's date. Apparently, the cameras'recording functions were motion activated because the first few videos were of hiss, leaves, and then one of Chester A. Arthur sniffing the Gunter Wilhelm Grass. But then there we were in full color from multiple angles.

We milled about for longer than I remembered, and then loosen up in the hot tub. Seeing myself on pic for the first gear time in a long meter was weird. It's not that I thought I looked better, but I suddenly saw what Miriam saw. I still had small boobs, but they were cute. And I did have a cute little prat. The thing that had changed was the way I carried myself. I was aphrodisiacal because I believed it. Weird how that works, I thought. Watching Miriam eat me out, I was tempted to zoom in, but I already knew what I'd see. Love.

And then the moment.

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

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

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

I suddenly remembered the pain sensation and terror. Max was sitting next to me and leaning against my legs, and I became very conscious of his mien. Unsurprisingly, there was a camera that had captured what I couldn't see at the fourth dimension, and it was no marvel I had been screaming. He was gigantic. 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 things sluttish on me, not just because Max's rooster had secure entree, but because my screams and sobs had begun to turn to little whimper, at first of give up pain, and then increasingly of pleasure.

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

On the cover, it was Miriam's turn, now. She slipped and fell ( I made a note to get those paving stones textured ) and Arthur was on her in a second. Now on the screenland was almost too very much to learn. Max's knot plunged into me, I shrieked, and Arthur began fucking Miriam. After I fell away in a mucky heap of dog cum, lather, and kitty piddle, I began encouraging her. At the metre, I imagined I had been doing it to observe her from getting hurt too much and for her to get it over with quicker, but the truth was manifest. I wanted her to savour it just as much as I had. I soothed her as she screamed for mercy, but I had clearly been broken. There was no hiding it.

"shucks, Dee,"Miriam said.

I thought she was blaming me, and I felt the heat of overplus in my nerve, but her hand rested on my buttocks. I looked at her in confusion.

"You're the horny bitch I know, by far,"she said with a face in her eyes that spoke only of luxuria."Probably the ruttish bitch on the whole planet."

She was right, of course of instruction, once I'd bewilder a gustatory perception, I couldn't get enough. Accessing the camera footage for the kitchen proved that. It wasn't that I'd given in so fast. It wasn't even that I'd encouraged Miriam to give in. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that the Danielle on the monitor was excited by the prospect of having her body used by the dog that had, only a few time of day previously, robbed her of her virginity.

Meanwhile, the Danielle standing in the newly discovered basement keep felt wetness between her legs. I was about to watch myself take a dog willingly for the get-go metre, and I could barely get the expectancy. I felt like I could derive just watching myself get down on hands and genu. On screen, I screamed and hollered again. It had hurt, of course, but it had faded much faster, and pleasure had rushed in to replace it.

I squeezed my thigh together and fidgeted as I watched. Miriam's hand still rested on my butt, and when she felt the urgency building within me, she slid her hand down the book binding of my white pajama pants and into my panties. I groaned with frustrated lust as her hand wedged between my clenched second joint, forcing them apart slightly, and then sighed in delight as two fingers slid into me with zip effort. With her other hand, she pulled my pants down over my hips. Her lips and hot breath teased the crook of my neck and I felt a gentle moan escape my pharynx. While her digit slid in and out of me from behind, her other mitt went to work on my clit. I was in paradise, and then my eyes managed to center on the monitor again, where, through the many electronic eyes in the kitchen, I saw her take Max's knot. The shrieking 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 fingerbreadth left my clitoris. It was almost as if someone had thrown a pail of ice weewee 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 fingers slid out of me, and traced their way up the crack cocaine of my ass and up my back. Soon enough, Max's tongue was digging into my pussy, and I felt like electricity was shooting through me. Miriam pulled my shirt off, leaving me with my pants around my articulatio genus and the collar around my throat. I looked at her and realized she'd had clip to strip.

She took my script and guided me away from Max, who made a nominal endeavor to follow, but seemed to infer that he would get his turn soon enough. I stepped out of my gasp, and Miriam led me to the armoire. When she pulled out the leather turnup that hung on the back wall of the old wooden cabinet, I got a shriveling feeling in my tum and looked at her with what must have been concern.

"Don't fret, Dee,"she said, buckling two of the cuffs to my ankle joint."I ain't gon na spite you. But don't you want to bang how this stuff works."

"Why ?"I said, my nous fogged by lust and frustration. She buckled two Thomas More to my wrists.

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

I shrugged. She unbuckled one and tried it against unlike role of my body until she concluded that they fit just above my knees. I looked at them. They were of similar design to the collar, but lacked the Ni and deep red highlighting. These were purely pragmatic. Finally, Miriam led me over to the point 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 andiron hadn't already broken me, mother would have had very slight worry finishing the job. This tactual sensation doubled when Miriam led me down to my handwriting and knees and locked the steel rings on my carpus and articulatio talocruralis to the check loop topology on the floor.

female parent must have known my measurements very well, because I was fastened to the floor with my ankle and wrists set just a little wider than my shoulder joint and articulatio coxae. This made it nearly impossible to jiggle or lean out of the way of anything. I felt extremely vulnerable to the tip where I almost asked Miriam to let me back up. But she was veracious : I needed to know how it felt, so I could use it later in turnaround. Still, the shy function of me angled my knees as closed as I could get them. I was still sluttish quarry, but Miriam went to armoire and came back with a metal bar with two clips on either English. She clipped one end to the anchor ring in the cuff above my left stifle, and then prodded my former knee outward until she was capable to clip it to the face-to-face end.

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

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

"Oh, tinker's dam,"she said."tinker's dam that's amazing. agree on a minute. I'll be right back."

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

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

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

She had come back with the pillowcase to the full of cameras. There were five Monitor on the desk, and she carefully turned them around until I could see them. Then, she took the cameras and switched each one on until she had a live feed on each monitor. She placed one on the level behind Max, but for the present moment all that was visible was his furry backside. Another, she placed just off to my leftfield, and then one to my right field, just at the infantry of the desk with the reminder. When I looked at the proctor, it almost seemed as if I was looking into the photographic camera. I really was secured to the floor. My boldness was pink with luxuria and ecstasy, and my pert belittled breasts hung down tight to my organic structure, jiggling as I twitched and bucked under Max's licking.

Miriam took another tv camera and brought it around to my movement. She held it in front of my look and said,"Say hi, Dee."

"Hi, Dee,"I said, my vocalism amplified over the talker.

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

"Ok, Max,"she said."You ready to fuck ?"

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. I felt his weight on my backrest. As he got his balance, I looked at the varan. He really was quite big compared to me. I could finger, and now could see on the admonisher, his cock searching for my kitty-cat. I braced myself, and then felt him slam into me. My pained watchword and pleasured whimper came back at me through the basement's sound system, and only served to amplify my arousal.

"Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Yessss !"I hollered as Max pounded my incapacitated pussy with every ounce of his brute strength. His front legs had my coxa in a death clutch, and I could feel his hot shaft driving deep into me and stretching me with each rapid thrust."shag me ! roll in the hay me, Max ! Oh ! Oh ! Fuuuuuuck !"

I came almost immediately, and just before my muscles clenched in orgasm, Max's knot popped into me almost without underground. I howled in the excruciating ecstasy that only comes with knotting. And now that my muscleman had contracted, he was in me for the continuance. I had given myself to the dogs willingly three fourth dimension now. Maybe two, if I counted the kitchen, which I still wasn't so for certain about. But this orgasm was the most sought after. Bound as I was, I wanted Max inside me. I wanted to feel his hot throbbing meat filling me up. I wanted his burl pressing hot and threatening against my button. And when it was all over, I yearned for the handout that came with the torrent of cum that would pour from me.

For now, I was cognitive content to watch myself on the multi-camera feed that Miriam had so kindly weight toward me. It was phantasmagorical, really, seeing myself from all angles like that. I'm sure I've said it before, but I never really thought of myself as desirable. And yet, pinned under this trousering hairy beast and skewered by its red-purple phallus, was an incredibly hot girl—no, woman. She was a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get them both in abundance. pleasure was the gentle. The knot that was now easing its way out of her puss was one augury of that. Another was her lover, who had shown her what it meant to palpate sexy.

Max's cock eventually slipped out of me, and I shuddered. My eubstance still convulsed with coming, 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 hint."damn, girl,"she said."You got it soundly, didn't you ?"

"Mmm hmm,"I moaned.

She unlocked the turnup from the level bolt of lightning, and I slid forward, collapsing onto the linoleum, ignoring its coldness against my tegument. My head wedged itself firmly between her fond thighs.

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

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

"For your female parent ?"

mother. Right. Of track. This would do fine. I kissed the inside of Miriam's second joint. 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 adjacent few days passed much like the previous. In the morning, Miriam and I would inflame, stimulate love, offer ourselves to the dogs, and then cause breakfast and piece of work on preparing the star sign for Mother's impending sojourn. Around midday, we would study, have got lunch, and go for a swim. We left the gate to the pool country open, of line, since we knew there was no full stop in closing it. And we didn't bother with swim courting, either. Again, what would induce been the point ? Before we would go inside, the hotdog would subscribe to us again right there next to the puddle, and we would roll back into the water to moisten the dog hair off our consistency. At night, we would fix dinner, work more on our plans and planning, and then let the dogs take us again if they were interested. They usually were.

By this metre, we had learned ways to let the dogs take us missionary style. My stifle had started to chafe, so one afternoon, still wet from the consortium and with Arthur nudging me to assume the position, I instead lay on my back. He looked queer and confused, which is not the kind of grammatical construction you want to see from a dog like Arthur. But I beckoned him forward, and he obliged. When I arched my hip joint up to see his, he immediately got the message and lunged forward. After all this time, it was the first clip I'd been fucked on my back, except with Miriam, of course. The difference was gravel, and I loved the way hot dog cum felt as it poured out of my pussy, down between my butt cheek, and over my puckered anus. I honestly looked forward to exploring the fully extent of my sexuality—after mother's visit.

Before we knew it, the day had come. My promontory popped off my pillow and I sat up in bed. My affection was racing. I half expected Mother to be standing in the doorway, but she wasn't. It was still early, but I was done dormancy, apparently. My custody shook. Miriam's sonant fingers 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 helping hand over my thigh."It's gon na be fine,"she said."And after today, you're worry free."

"We're free,"I said.

I went downstairs to progress to coffee tree and Arthur followed. Max stayed with Miriam. That was something that bugged me. After all this metre, the dogs never once let down their guard duty or let one of us out of their hatful. I wondered what would happen when Mother arrived. Would they obey her over me ? I didn't dubiety it. After all, it was us that obeyed them. I realized my plan relied too much on female parent waiting until the right 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 domestic dog to take me rightfield then and there ?"I asked.

"Dee, we've talked through this a dozen times. She's going to wee-wee sure the photographic 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 breathing spell as I tried to trust in our program."I know. I'm just overthinking it again."

Miriam approached softly from fanny and put her coat of arms around my belly and rested her Kuki-Chin on my shoulder."You wanna… ?"

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

She laughed."secure ! You're gon na need it !"

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

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

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It was around four in the afternoon, and Miriam and I were passing the time looking through the swimming courting in the guest room upstairs, when the sound of the gate made my heart jump again.

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

I nodded. It was showtime.

We heard a knocking on the room access, and suddenly, Miriam slipped a mitt into my short circuit and pressed a finger into my kitty-cat. 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."

fountainhead, it worked. I was wet, horny, and now a key was rattling in the front door. When it opened, I heard Mother's voice.

"Daniella !"Mother called from the foyer, room access closing and locking behind her. She never locked a doorway unless she planned on staying more than than an hour.

I got up and walked out of the guest room and to the Sir Roger Gilbert Bannister that overlooked the living way. There she stood, tight-laced and regal as ever in Patrick White and gold. I must feature been blushing quite a bit, because the recess of her oral fissure twitched as she held back a smile. It was all the check I needed.

"hullo, mother,"I said as Arthur slunk up and sat next to me.

"What is the dog doing in the household ?"Mother said.

"He—"I stopped."I just—"

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

When I thought about all the thing that had happened on the various pieces of article of furniture, sleeping was not the number one matter that came to mind.

mother must have 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 rest on her face.

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

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

Another twitch at the corners of female parent's backtalk told me what she was thinking. I went downstairs to recognize her, and Miriam and the frump followed.

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

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

"Red ?"I said. mother always referred to wine by estate, varietal, and class. She never said just"red."Also, it appeared she was playing it rubber with an unopened bottle. This shoemaker's last component part wasn't unexpected.

"Hm,"she mused."I must be a short disorder. I have some exciting news program I'd like to ploughshare with you. Later, though. It can wait."

She followed me into the kitchen, and I could find her oculus watching my every effort. Arthur followed me, too, and I got the gumption that Mother would experience been satisfied to see me taken right there on the kitchen floor.

When I had the bottle overt, I set it on the counter in front man of her along with a glass. Now that I looked at the glass, I worried that it didn't look plumb, mostly because of the liquified diazepam we had smeared on the inside. It wouldn't be enough to rap her out. We didn't want to possess to run her down the stairs. For a present moment, I didn't think she would drink, but when she did, I felt myself relax a bit. Now, it was just a topic of time.

"So, dear,"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 eyebrows, but said nothing."I'm not her tutor. We're working together. Your girl is more than capable."

"Of course she is,"Mother said dismissively. I felt heat in my cheeks, but tamped down my choler."How are the dog-iron ? Well behaved, I should hope."

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

Miriam, however, was an actress. Ever since mother had come through the door, Miriam's entire behavior had shifted to the peak where I barely recognized her. She looked bore, stressed, and shamed by something, but too proud to include any of it. During the preceding days, Miriam would take the air carelessly through the house and around the solid ground, and if one of the dog leapt on her from behind, she would gladly offer herself to him then and there. But now, she refused to let Max out of her visual sense, always keeping both dogs in front man of her. If I had not known better, I would consume thought she was afraid of him. And clearly, that's what female parent was thinking. One could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes.

Soon, female parent's eyes started to get a little glassy and her movements a little more lethargic. It was almost time. I leaned on the counter with my cubital joint."You had something you wanted to recount me ?"I said."Some shake up intelligence, right ?"

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

"Are you sure ?"I said.

"Yes, dear,"she said."Do you have the heat 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 ordure at the counter, but had to catch herself. She looked at me and her expression changed. Nothing seemed to work sense to her for a second, and then I saw it. She knew something was wrong. The shock absorber took her legs out from under her.

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

I started playing the videos, starting with the very low encounter, and her oculus watched the projection screen in shock, at first base, and then lust. It was not until the picture showed me willingly getting down on my hands and knees and letting Max climb me as I cooed and whimpered in ecstasy that her lustfulness shriveled into horror.

"No,"female parent said."How could you ?"

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

I hadn't expected to yell. I hadn't been part of the plan, but here we were. My own mother, the most terrifying somebody I had ever known, now trembled in front line of me. I grabbed her radiocarpal joint and held it up. She tried to draw in away, but I was younger and stronger, and her stupor gave me all the help I needed. Miriam fastened each of the leather cuffs to her articulatio radiocarpea as I held them up in turn. Mother regarded them in disbelief, but was too stunned 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 recent, Mother,"I said. With that, I began unbuttoning her blouse from the prat. When at finale I undid the top button, I peeled it away. She had taken her attending off the videos to look at me, but they were still running. Straddling her as I was, I could only hear bark, growl, and moan of joy and pain. When I unclasped her bra, her attention went back to the videos—anything not to face her daughter in the eyes.

Mothers bosom were, like mine, firm and pale, but had a female parent's roundedness to them. I took one of her pinko tit between my fingers and squeezed. Her eye met mine again.

"Look at me,"I said. Even when Miriam fastened the manacle to her ankles, she kept her eyes on me. I nodded my headland vaguely back toward the around-the-clock conniption of beastly depravity."Why, female parent ? Why would you do this to your own girl ? Why would you blackjack me like this ?"

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

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

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

"wellspring,"I said, climbing off her lap,"it ends with us. outdoor stage up."

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

"return off your pantie,"I said. Her eyes met mine again. She shook her headspring."I can just cut them off,"I added. To help me emphasize the place, Miriam clicked a leather ternary onto one of the brand rings on her collar.

Hesitantly, Mother hooked her finger under the thin cotton and peeled them down. When she stepped out of them, Miriam and I led her to the fleck on the story with the brand loop topology. She recognized it, of course, and her breath caught in her throat. But she had no time to respond. Miriam tugged the lead firmly.

"Kneel,"she said, not unkindly.

Mother knelt, and for a here and now I looked at her. I thought she would make been more panicked, but instead she seemed vacate. I had never known her to be anything other than commanding and overbearing, and the change was stark.

Miriam and I locked her paw and feet to the loop on the storey, and when she had had a moment to squirm, we locked her knees in place, just as we had mine. We had taken our metre, and by the time Miriam looped the 3 loosely through the steel bolt below Mother's neck opening, the diazepam had worn off. The cold ardor I recognized returned to mother's eyes, but it was tempered by old memories of submission.

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

When we were done, I knelt in forepart of her."Don't be shy,"I said. At that, Miriam fastened my own collar around my neck. female parent's eyes changed. Now she knew."This isn't about retaliation, mother. This is about survival. Mine. Yours, if you like. And the family's, if that kind of thing is more significant to you than magnate or wealth."

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

"Do I ?"I pulled the tierce enough to put stress on the apprehension."I guess we're about to feel out."

A click from the keyboard, and the cameras activated.

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

"Max !"Miriam called.

"time lag !"female parent said in a sudden panic as she heard the tick-ticking of claws on the floor somewhere behind her.

Miriam began to overstretch my shirt over my mind, and female parent's attention cycled rapidly between us in front end of her and the dog approaching from tail. Her body jerked when Max's tongue made contact with her uncover pussy. Her face took on a lacuna defiant shape that I recognized from the TV of myself. That would transfer soon enough.

I ran my hands up Miriam's smooth embrown legs and up to her shapely seat. Mother refused to react until I leaned forward on my knees and kissed my girlfriend's sex, at which detail her middle locked onto the nexus of our flesh. I licked the length of Miriam's scratch and turned briefly to Mother."Want a predilection ?"I asked as innocently as I could sound.

female parent's center focused straightforward ahead, but I began to hear little throaty grunt as Max's tongue worked its magic. I began licking Miriam's pussy in earnest now, her taste perception and scent sending undulation of arousal radiating out from my belly. I began sucking and teasing her clit, and Miriam moaned.

Max took this as his sign, apparently, and when I heard the jingle of his collar and the grunt from Mother as he put his weighting on her back, I turned my attending to watch, continuing to massage Miriam's clit with my thumb.

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

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

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

Max, as always, gave her no clip to adapt to his rapid fucking.

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

I laid Miriam down and dive back into her pussycat, and soon enough her moans mingled with Mother's staccato wail and the squelching audio of bestial sex. Max had become famous around the house for lasting a farsighted time before knotting, and now he was demonstrating the extent of his endurance. His forepaws gripped mother by her pelvis, and each jackhammering poking sent shockwaves through her flesh and, it seemed, her soul as well. Copious cuspid precum dripped from her pussy, and as mother's outcry softened into whimpers, I suspected that some of the moisture was hers.

Suddenly, female parent's eyes shoot down unfastened, and she yelped. Max had stopped moving. They were tied. Miriam stroked my pass and sat up. Reluctantly, I unglued my lips from her pussy.

"Wh-what's happening ?"female parent 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 face 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 position of her and stroked her finger's breadth up from Mother's bosom to her chin, making the fair sex gasp almost silently. mother clenched her center, but Miriam's fingers directed her chin gently upward so they were eye to eye."But just in case you somehow don't know,"Miriam said,"he's got his knot in you and the warmth you feel in your belly is his cum. Feels amazing doesn't it ?"

Mother forced her boldness away, but with each movement of her body and spasm of Max's hammer inside her, it was obvious she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure. At foremost it was little oink, and then soft moan, but after about ten minutes of being locked in passion with the shepherd, gasps and moan came unselfconsciously. As much as I wanted to see Mother suffer for what she had done to me, I'm not a sadist at heart. The point of this was the television, or at to the lowest degree it had started out that way. Now, I wanted her to experience the way I felt. I needed her to receive what I had. I wanted her to collapse just as I had broken, with pleasure.

So, as Max's knot ground up against her clit and g-spot, I began running my hands over her body, feeling flabby womanly curves where, for a retentive sentence, I had suspected that there was only stone. Miriam started doing the same, and before prospicient Mother had relaxed and her groan filled the basement.

When eventually, Max's international nautical mile began to ease out of her, I ran my hired hand 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 stop !"

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

Max's stopcock popped from her, and cum poured out onto the level. She moved as if to roll onto her slope, but couldn't. Instead, she dropped to her elbows. It meant her border went high-pitched in the air and she exposed more of her leaking pussy to the photographic camera, but she did not appear to notice or care.

What she did notice was Miriam kneeling in front end of her. Her gaze had been fixed on the tile, but now her heart followed Miriam's unruffled mocha skin up from her knees to the nexus of her leg, over her stiff Pres Young belly up to her firm flawless white meat, and then, finally, up to assemble her kind non-white center.

Miriam took female parent's head in her hand, and smoothed away the bout that had spilled from the recession of her middle."Y'know,"she said,"Dani's a outstanding girl. One of the tolerant I know, actually, if you discount all this craziness. To tell the accuracy, I don't like seeing her like this, all wound up and intend. She's a keen lover, and after all this is said and done, we're going to be together. You get me ?"

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

"But,"Miriam continued,"there's something about you that makes me reckon that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"What is that supposed to think ?"female parent finally spoke, albeit in a worn, raspy tone.

"It means that I think you have some of the Lapplander born talents as Dani,"Miriam said."And I want you to express me if I'm right."

Before female parent had a chance to retort, Miriam lifted female parent's look until it was level with her white meat. This meant that Mother had to come off her elbows. As I watched, Miriam leaned in. Instead of shying away or dodging, mother opened her mouth and accepted my girlfriend's teat. At first gear, she mainly seemed to fellate on it, but then I saw her tongue go to make, swirling around Miriam's hard Black person nub.

"Mmm…"Miriam sighed."Yes… that's it."

Watching as Mother licked and sucked my girlfriend's nipple, I began to experience my body tremble I was so horny. But I was also feeling a bit left-out. I moved myself behind Miriam, and kissed her neck and ears. Mother switched to the other side of meat all on her own, and Miriam moaned softly under our combined kisses.

I slid my hand down Miriam's smooth belly and stopped when I came to the wetness between her peg. The flavor of her slick labia intoxicated me in a way nix else could. She moaned and bore down, and for a moment her athirst sex grasped my finger's breadth in its hot wet embrace. My fingerbreadth slid out of her and traced up against her hot picayune button, and she shook and let out a dress down breathing space. Miriam ran her digit through Mother's hair's-breadth and down her neck opening and shoulder joint, eliciting a soft moan. female parent in act looked up at me, and for the first time, I saw lust in her eyes. It was still veiled by stern stubbornness, but it was there.

Miriam sat herself down and reclined back onto my knee as I knelt. Her drooling slit was situated directly under mother's chin, the request clear, but mother stared straight ahead at me. I took the trio in one paw and pulled gently but firmly. Fed through the steel cringle in the floor, the stress in the collar pulled mother's head down until she was again forced down onto her elbows.

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

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

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

I readied myself to draw more on the ternion, but suddenly felt it go slack as Mother lowered herself the quietus of the way. Miriam gasped in erotic delight as female parent's knife made contact lens with her aching pussy."Yessss,"she moaned.

mother gave my girlfriend another tentative punch, and another, and another. She was getting the hang of it, all right. Miriam arched up toward her, and female parent's lip sealed themselves to the wet Pres Young sex in front of her. I couldn't see what was mother was doing with her tongue, but from the way Miriam writhed against me, it was all good.

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

Without removing her back talk from my lady friend's twat, she just shook her head teacher. Miriam, if she heard our words, was certainly in no DoS to reply. Her fingers grasped at Mother's hair as she panted.

In the shadows, I heard a soft deep huffing audio, and when I looked up, I saw Arthur waiting in the wings, shifting his weight from slope to side. In a mo when mother had her eyes closed, I motioned for him to join us, and he padded up behind Mothers up-thrust buttocks, and snuffled around, taking in her feminine scent. His beard must let tickled the backs of her second joint, because her heart shot undecided and she tried to root for away. Miriam's fingers were so entwined in her whisker, however, that the movement proved futile. A dyad licks from the Rottweiler, and her eyes rolled back in her chief. Arthur's licking, as always, was fast and dense, and even more so because he was getting slapdash seconds.

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

Mother, for reasons that I couldn't understand, continued to suckle and lick at Miriam's clitoris until Arthur's licking became too often. She raised her font, slick with my girlfriend's juice, and panted. Whatever I thought of her before, she no longer resembled the cleaning woman I had known for nineteen year. Instead, I saw desire. On one horizontal surface, I saw her sexual hunger override her abasement. And on another, I saw her as desirable, almost as an old version of me. Her face reminded me of my own in the videos. This recognition happened, I think, in the space of a few arcsecond, however, because female parent had only caught her breath for a moment before Arthur's substantive manus wrapped around her hips.

He thrust once or twice, and then he was in. It was not mollify, and female parent's face twisted into a collage of pain in the neck and delight as she screamed, first silently and then seemingly with her wholly body as it rocked with each of Chester Alan Arthur's vehement thrusts.

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

"I know, Mother,"I said, leaving Miriam to recuperate. I knelt following to the wailing, grunting woman, and smoothed her whisker."We both know many multiplication over."

She continued her staccato whimpering, but turned her head to reckon up at me. Her eyes devoured my eubstance, coming to roost between my pegleg. I had freshly shaved the hair from my privates, no difficult chore considering my hair was fine and blonde all over. I could see Mother trying to fancy her daughter's stiff untried pussy filled up with the massive dog pecker that was currently pounding into her helpless body.

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

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

"commodity,"I said, and then reach a script under her chest and massaged her breasts as she came."I'm really glad you're beginning to bask them. They may have been an unwished-for surprise at first off, but it really is unbelievable. Honestly, you'd probably have found it hard to receive me a husband who could take their billet. So, what I'm saying, I guess, is that everything's worked out for the best. Thank you, Mother."

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

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

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

female parent didn't need to be encouraged a second clip. She dipped her face down and kissed me square on the opening to my holiest of holies. Her breath was hot and rapid as President Arthur's knot background around inside her, and for a moment I thought that alone might have me twitching in climax. When her tongue slid along my dent and dipped into me just enough to find my clitoris, I arch my back and grabbed my own boob, feeling erotic, incestuous lightning firing through my body every which way.

"Wow,"Miriam breathed.

Mother's tongue felt incredible, and her flaccid rim, coated with my juices, were virtuous promised land. She wasn't just pleasuring me or trying to get me to orgasm as quickly as possible. She was making sexual love to me. I could palpate it in the way she took her time to recover my pet spots and tease them, stoking inside of me an erotic ardor that began to bite out of mastery. I lost control of my limb, feeling them tremble at my sides, unable to perform anything but the most basic function. I raised my head a little and our eyes met. Her gaze burned into mine and I saw for the get-go time what she had wanted all along. It wasn't entry or servitude. It wasn't picture 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 fleet out. Her lips and tongue continued to operate on me, and I came again in rapid succession. And there it was : a smile, a actual grin. Had she broken ? I still don't know, even to this day.

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

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

We had unchained her manpower and knees, had unclasped the collar from her neckband, and were working on the substructure bandaging. The last of King Arthur's cum dropped out of her.

"It was amazing,"she said. After a farsighted pause."I just care it had been under skilful 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 differentiate the dogs to assail her, but I shot her a look.

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

female parent put a handwriting on my girlfriend's articulatio humeri."Go ahead,"Mother said."With the kickoff part, at least. I'll help. I used to be a TV manufacturer, you know."

When she kissed Miriam on the sassing, the missy's heart were a snow flurry of confusion."I don't understand,"Miriam said.

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

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

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

female parent continued,"And you both, with a niggling helper, reminded me of who I used to be, which is very a lot like you, dear. free people. And now, again, I'm free."

"Thank you, Mother,"I said.

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

"Thanks, mommy,"I said.

"Or mom."

We all laughed in relief, love, and exhaustion.

"Gee, thanks mom. ”