Gee, Thanks Mom !

by BD Long

( f/f/F/dogs, beast, bondage, cons/non-cons, coercion, reluctance, teen, incest, mixed )

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I should be honest up front. My family is affluent. I don't like to think of us as super-duper rich, but I've never had to worry about a thing in my life, so maybe we are. It's nice, but sometimes it can make affair awkward, especially when trying to create new protagonist. Take the sign, for example. It was my first yr in university, and my parents insisted that, instead of living in the communal dormitory like a normal student, I take over the family"cottage"that sat nestled in the James Jerome Hill overlooking the town. I put"cottage"in quotes because it was actually a house. Despite my separation from campus, I had managed to make believe a champion, Miriam, and had been to her house's house, which actually looked like a cottage compared to my new home.

Ostensibly, my parents put me in the cottage because, although not famous, my family name was known in certain circles, and they were concerned that former scholar or staff might try to take in advantage of that fact. I'm not stupid, though. My isolation was to keep me away from the common rabble, especially boys. After university, the design was obviously to splice me off to the son of another affluent kin. I had seen it happen to family friends, male and female, 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 prat of the sedan chair as we pulled into the car stable on the south English of the firm. As she climbed out of the car, the large sword gate at the front of the property creaked, and she watched it close.

"seed on,"I said, embarrassed. Her household home had ginmill on the windows and doors to keep multitude out. Mine had a half-ton steel logic gate in front and a seven-foot mellow brick wall 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 dark brown eyes, but I refused to meet them. This had been a bad idea. to a greater extent than anything, I wanted Miriam to see me as just another girl, but bringing her to the cottage had shattered that legerdemain in an instant. I turned and walked down the nerve tract that led from the slope of the house to the rear ingress. I used the front incoming as little as I could because there was no real well office to put one's place in the front anteroom. There was also a silver-and-crystal chandelier that I wanted to annul. The gate had been enough for now.

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

Looking at my reflection in the French threshold, I saw a skinny blond girl dressed in an internationally preppy style. A light depressed blazer covered a lily-white cotton blouse, and a Brown University tweed doll rested its hem just above my knees. For October, it was unseasonably warm, and the blazer had been a bit much. I had opted for white tennis shoes, even though they didn't really cope with my outfit as well as I'd have liked, because I had left the house only to pick up Miriam. And, speak of the devil, I caught her checking out my coffin nail again in the rumination. But what was there to find out out ? I mean, I'm not plane on either side, but I'm not particularly well endowed either. Oddly, I'd never felt self-conscious about my body until now.

Maybe that was because Miriam is rather well built. She's no cartoon, but as I got the door capable and turned around to kick my shoes off in the entryway, I found myself stealing a prompt envious coup d'oeil at her and hoping she wouldn't notice. Her skin was the color of hot hot chocolate, and her black hair, unlike mine which was straight and stopped just above my shoulders, fell down to her shoulder joint blades and had been knit into dreadlocks and decorated with cowrie carapace that clicked together in rhythm as she moved. She had a exclusive gold ring in one nostril and a few that climbed up each ear. She wore a excess U. S. Army jacket three sizes too big and undetermined in the front, under which was an aquamarine tank top that popped against her darker skin. Her black jeans were ripped at the knees, though I couldn't tell whether this was by invention. Her tank car was tucked into her blue jean, and revealed more meat than I had, but also more muscle. Miriam also had faded Negroid army boots, that she struggled with only when the laces became tangled. She bent over briefly, and I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her cleavage. I didn't feel excited by the purview, but I didn't tone zero, either. Weird, I thought, and turned away before she saw me looking.

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

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

I was already rooting around in the icebox by the time she entered. She sat on one of the stools at the kitchen's heart and soul island."Don't get too comfortable,"I said."We're going outside."

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

"I mean,"I stammered."We can. Go outside, 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 fine. It's your home."

"What do you want to drink ?"I said, trying to convert the bailiwick."I've got pee, juice, wine ( rosé and ashen ), and beer."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I led Miriam through the rear end section of the menage and out the northeast door, and I heard her pant. rightfield. Of course of action. I waved her onward and led her down the specify itinerary to the syndicate sphere. The large unconditional pavement stones were cool and smooth against my bare metrical unit and felt amazing in the former Oct heat.

The syndicate area, surrounded by a short picket fence meant to prevent animals out, was mostly unfold to the factor, and a half-dozen long chairs lay around the foresightful edges of the rectangular pond. At the northeast corner, farthest from the house, was a hot tub, partially enclosed by a wooden gazebo, the walls of which had obviously been built so that anything happening in the hot tub was hidden from the sign. I had long ago convinced myself that whatever shenanigans my parents had gotten up to had been a long prison term ago, and that the tub had been cleaned many times over since then. Because that was what had happened. It had to.

"the Nazarene,"Miriam said.

"I know,"I said.

She laughed again.

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

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

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

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

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

"What ?"I said.

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

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

For a piece after that, we were quiet. There was a lot to take out from that conversation, and I think we both just took some meter to think and slow down. She was right—about my gracelessness, at least. I really wasn't comfortable around the other student in the art program. Probably because they were all meant to be there. I was just taking art history as a universal education necessity. My parents, mother in particular, would never brook any dallying in the arts. But that wasn't the only rationality I felt like an foreigner. The cliché would be to say that these were the masses my parents warned me about, but they had never done that. They hadn't bothered, probably out of the presumption that they needn't have. These were the people my family referred to in the downcast possible terms, and every metre I was around them, I could hear in my head word the tidings spoken around the dinner table. And yet, I envied the other educatee.

I was so lost in my own idea 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 au naturel fundament in the urine and sighed. I went to bring together her, and when I stuck my metrical 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 pool deck.

"Yeah,"I said.

"You're skillful,"she said.

"Ye—what ? !"

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

This fourth dimension, for whatever cause, I didn't feel like she was making fun of me. Bending down, I splashed her with a piddling water from the pool. She yelped and kicked her feet, which only ended up splashing us both. I laughed in pleasure. 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 straw man gate open followed by the sound of mother's SUV, the one she used to ravish bombastic antiques.

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

"What's wrong ?"Miriam asked.

"Come 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 voice. We scurried back through the rear door of the mansion, and I had Miriam unpack the art history study stuff from her bag and then take the rest upstairs. Maybe she dealt with a variant of this Irish bull at habitation, too, because she didn't wastefulness time with question. While she was upstairs, I spread the books and notes out on the dining room table and did my best to lay down it calculate like we hadn't just been goofing off.

I saw a shadow on the early side of the nominal head door's frosted glass, and I went to open it.

"Oh, thank you, dear,"female parent said, stepping past me. She wore a ecru pantsuit that was no doubt tailored specifically for sudden rut moving ridge in former autumn. She always had a plan. And she had one today."How is the house ?"Not, How are you ? Of course not.

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

"Why, I come bearing endowment, of track,"she said, as if said giving were for me and not her somehow.

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

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

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

"Hi, Mrs. William Rowan Hamilton !"Miriam leaned on the upstairs bannister and waved down into the hall. Mother's inviting grinning remained, but I felt the room turn cold. Now I really was good-for-naught.

My friend skipped down the stairs in her bare feet, and I saw Mother's heart go to the hemp bracelets she wore on her articulatio talocruralis. Miriam must feature seen my saying, because she slowed to a more cautious pace. Mother extended a hand, and Miriam took it gently and curtsied slightly. mother's eyes softened instantly. This was the respect she deserved."And who might you be ?"she said not completely threateningly.

"Miriam, ma'am,"the female child said, keeping her centre on female parent."I'm in your daughter's art history socio-economic class, and she was form decent to ask in me up here to study."

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

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

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

"Of form you are, dear,"Mother said, barely turning her head in my counseling."Well, young woman Miriam, it has been a pleasure."And then she checked her watch."pile to business,"she continued, to a greater extent to me this meter."I have to meet up with your father in two hours. We have an investor's meeting, and then we have to meet up with the, ugh, Callaways for a week on their yacht. An entire week, can you believe ? What a nightmare. Anyway, come."

She started out the door, and Miriam and I followed. I tried to stool eye contact with Miriam, but she had her gaze fixed on Mother, as if she were a cobra that might strike at any moment. She had good instincts. In the driveway in front of the house was the sinister SUV, and in the cover were two large dark cast, obscured by cloud methamphetamine. Mother went to the rear and opened the doorway, and down jumped two bombastic wiener : a Rottweiler and a Shepherd.

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

"For your trade protection, dear. They're guard dogs, not pets,"Mother said. Of row."Now listen : they have been trained by experts and have come at no small expense, so process them well."She pulled from the SUV two prominent flat composition board boxes."These are their houses. They'll sleep in these, outside in the car commons. They are only to do in the household in emergencies, and they know this. Here,"she said, handing me a close up piece of newspaper,"is a list of their commands. And here,"she added, handing me a whistling on a laniard,"is an emergency whistle. If you need help oneself, or if they are doing something they shouldn't and aren't following dictation, blow this. It will bring them to attention. Keep it with you at all times."

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

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

"You don't need to be fluent to memorize the words on a art object of paper,"she said."Now, I have to go. drop some fourth dimension building those dog family. They'll pauperism somewhere to sleep tonight. Oh, and before I forget,"she said, ducking back into the spine of the SUV and dragging out not one but two giant old bag of dog food."This is special food. You can social club it online when these two bags are empty. Use the blue devil card to pay for it so we can lump it in with our business enterprise expenses."

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

"Excellent,"she said."wellspring that's all for me. You girls subscribe tutelage of those dogs."

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

"Wow,"Miriam said, after a minute.

"I know,"I said. I don't know why, but I was on the verge of tears. It wasn't the first clock time Mother had displayed just how piddling she cared about me, nor was it the first clock time she'd done it to me in front end of a ally, but it stung this time.

In silence, we moved the solid food indoors and dragged the doghouse sets over to the car commons. According to the direction, mental synthesis was unproblematic, but in practice, the excogitation was expound. About a half 60 minutes into construction, we had one mostly built, and Miriam wiped her brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"well, what does she want ?"

It was there in that hot miserable car park that I filled her in on what I figured my parents had in memory board for me after graduation. It was the first 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 entertain 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 dolt,"I said."full-bodied hoi polloi problems."

Her digit brushed a few frowzled ringlet of blond hair away from my case and said,"It's not always that simple. That's just life history, Dee."

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

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

I laughed in rest period, and wiped my heart. 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.

"Hope 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 cause, but I was pretty sure we had something in her size. mother, as I said, always had a programme, and that included keeping a few extra particular of clothing around for potentiality node. So, I led Miriam back inside and upstairs to one of the Guest bedrooms. We had been digging around in the dressers for a few second before I realized I didn't know her size.

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

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

I shook my oral sex."I mean…"For some ground I felt unearthly about saying it, so I cupped my own breasts over my blouse and jiggled a slight to get family the level. And then I realized that I would've been salutary off just using my words.

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

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

I dug through another drawer. doll. Another draftsman. Ties. Really, mother ? Finally, I found a drawer replete of swimwear. Personally, I was hoping for something more meek, but the first thing I dug out was a smart yellow-bellied two-piece. It wasn't exactly a bikini, but it would point off a lot more pelt 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 slice 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 nobody around,"she said."Besides, what do I got to be shy about ?"

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

There was a toilet attached to the guest bedroom, so while she went in and got changed, I went down the hall to my own room and the similarly attached bathroom to change into my own courtship, red with small livid polka dots. I chose it partly because it was standardised to Miriam's and I didn't want her to finger like I was more dressed than she was. Mostly, though, I chose it because it was my best-loved suit. It fit well, which was unusual. My bottom size of it was somewhere between a four and six ( I mentioned I was a little skinny, right ? ), and my titty were 28, but somewhere between an A and B. Finding bandeau that fit me comfortably was difficult enough, but going shopping for bathing costume was like finding Carmen Sandiego.

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

Once again, I led the way through the business firm. As I stepped outside, I nearly leapt out of my skin. The dogs were sitting at attention on the weed, just off the modest terrace. Their stare made me deeply uncomfortable, and then I realized : the pennywhistle. 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 push aside my qualm."Mother said they're trained well,"I said, hoping that answered the head. I opened the door and stepped out, and Miriam followed, shutting the door behind her. We still had a few to a greater extent hour of daylight left, and I really wanted to drop it at the pocket billiards, so again I shoved my headache aside and started down the path to the pool. As we went, the dogs flanked us and kept pace, the Shepherd a fiddling ahead, the Rottweiler a trivial behind. When we got to the pool, I unlatched the gate, usher Miriam through, and latched it behind us. I didn't doubtfulness that these dogs could authorise the fencing if properly motivated, but they seemed content to go out us be. In fact, when I made a shoo apparent movement to them, they trotted off like normal dog. I shrugged. Weird.

For an hour or two, I can't be sure, Miriam and I splashed, floated, and swam, talking about university, our families, and even quizzing each early on the art story material we were supposed to be studying in the first place. As it turned out, despite our dissimilar fostering, we both had a lot of the Saame headache, top among them not having restraint over our lives. She was worried that she'd end up stuck in a ho-hum college town with no panorama, and I was worried that my family would basically sell me out to the highest bidder like a treasure mare. We also shared interest in art and had similar tastes in music and movies. One thing that set Miriam apart, however, was her confidence and forwardness.

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

"Sure,"I said, not really believing it. I mean, I knew I could be seen as suitable. Boys in high school had made that abundantly take in. But to high-school male child a loaf of bread of bread was desirable, so I hadn't put practically post in their opinion. Now, I may have mentioned this other, but I'm no dummy. When Miriam said I was pretty, I knew what she meant, but I didn't really know what to earn of it. Still, something in my tummy stirred, and I started to feel warm.

"I mean it,"she said.

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

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

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

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

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

"sum the night club,"I said.

"I just mean, you carry yourself well,"she said."And blank out today, right ? Today's been variety of a mother fucker show for you. But you're normally not as awkward as you think you are."

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

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

I felt a hint on my butt, yelped, and let go of the wall. For a second, I sank, but when I emerged, sputtering, she was right there, just inch from my look, laughing and holding onto the wall, trying not to sink. I started laughing, too, but mostly because I was nervous. This girl, this amazing, beautiful miss with perfect peel and a smile that shone like the sun, was hitting on me. I had no estimate what to do. Was it possible that I could be into miss ? Oh, Mother would pour down me.

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

It would be a good death.

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

"Yes ? No ?"I parroted back.

"Dinner ?"she said, with a chuckle.

"right,"I said. Food was the furthest thing from my brain."Yes ?"

"sang-froid,"she said, pulling herself from the water. The sun was starting to go down, and the air was getting a little chilly, but only enough to spend a penny her tegument prickle.

I followed her out and we spent a minute toweling off. She was looking at me, I knew, but for ground I can't explain, I tried to hold open my eyes off of her. Instead, I looked around for the dogs. The Rottweiler was standing maybe a one hundred meters away toward the south side of the firm. The Shepherd was standing near the threshold closest to us at the northeast nook. They were both staring at us.

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

"Do what ?"Miriam said.

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

Once again, the dogs escorted us as we went between the theater and the pool, and I got the feeling that Miriam wasn't the only one watching my bottom. I gripped the whistle with a tremendous signified of unease, but I wasn't about to say anything about it because I thought I'd sound paranoid. When we reached the star sign, however, I locked the door and looked out the spyglass panes. The weenie sat for a second, their eyes on us, and then went about their business.

Rather than Captain Cook, we decided to society pizza. There was one place in town that would commit a driver all the way up to the house, so while Miriam went to switch out of her bathing costume, I called the store. When I was done, I went to my room and changed into some sweat pants and a loose-ish flannel shirt. It would be time to study, and I concentrated better when I was comfortable.

When I returned downstairs, I saw that Miriam felt the same way, though what she found comfy was baggy flannel pants 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 run the dogs. I excused myself and fetched the two big bowls that had come with the doghouses. 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 eldritch feeling. I looked down, but the frump were just staring expectantly up at their food pipe bowl. Right, I thought. Of class they're staring at me.

I set the bowls down following to each of their houses and said,"Are you boys thirsty ?"They wagged their prat in response, and I relaxed a little. Maybe my misgivings were due to the fact that I was rarely comfortable around new people, and these dogs were certainly new and unexpected. But, then, they were domestic dog. mother said they were well trained, and I had a whistle and a list of command, which I reminded myself to read with me when the pizza guy arrived. What could possibly go damage ?

I looked down at their tag end for their public figure. Max was the Shepherd, which made horse sense, I guess. But the Rottweiler was called Chester Alan Arthur. Kind of a Wyrd gens for a safety dog, but whatever.

When the Canis familiaris began to eat and I saw to it that they had water, I headed back inside, waiting until I had disappeared around the position of the household to turn my spinal column on them. I walked quickly, but it didn't topic. Despite my misgivings, they hadn't pursued. Still, I locked the room access and gave a second glance back through the glass. nada. I really was getting paranoid.

I found Miriam in the sustenance room. She had the art chronicle texts piled following to the coffee table, and had put our grade notes on top. For a few minutes, we got down to clientele, and then the intercom beeped. I hopped up and ran to the door. Pressing the button, I said,"Hello !"

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

"Ok,"I said, pressing the push button to open the gate."Drive up to the front doorway, but stay in the car. We have new dogs."

"Uh… ok,"he said."Sure thing."

I grabbed the list of commands and the tin whistle and opened the front door. Sure enough, the heel had flanked the car, and the pizza guy, who I recognized as being a younger guy from my former high schoolhouse, sat firmly in the driver's seat looking sufficiently intimidated.

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

They instantly left the car and came to my side. shucks, it really worked. I was yarn-dye. Granted, that was an soft command ; I could've said the same thing in English.

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

"Setzen,"I said. The dogs sat. Ok, estimable. Now came the part where I hoped I didn't screw up the pronunciation."Bleib,"I said, drawing out the Scripture as I would in English as I stepped away from them and toward the car. I turned to the pizza guy and said,"Yeah, it's ok."They stayed with not even a musculus 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 control."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 carrel gentle type of pizzas in the backrest fundament of his Honda, and when he saw me looking, he jerked as if mortal had surprised him."You ok ?"I asked as he tried to spread the tail passenger door.

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

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

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

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

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

"Those wiener are seriously weird,"she said.

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

dinner party was unceremonial. We ate in the sustenance room and grilled each other on the report materials. We got a lot done, which was a surprisal to me, because the thirster we went on, the more difficult I found it to concentrate. I could commend escort 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 stop, feigning fatigue. It's wasn't even that late, only nine o'clock, so I asked her if she wanted to check a movie.

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

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

The TV was in my room, and I had a bookshelf stuffed with DVD. Miriam went to it and spent a duad minutes browsing the ***********ion. It was an art-house movie 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 multiplication before. Most of the fourth dimension, I would kind of ignore the 1st piece where her pal seduces her. It got a bit racy at times, but had clearly been dialed back from the managing director's original intention in lodge to establish it to the film festivals. The sec one-half was where I had always found myself sitting a little straighter and worrying that other people might smell me sweating. Tonight, instead of sweating, I agreed and relaxed, sitting on the bed with my rachis against the headboard. It was courteous to know another girl thought the way I did about this movie.

The motion-picture show started, and Miriam lay on her stomach with her chief at the ft of the bed so she was closer to the CRT screen. As I said, I usually didn't pay much tending to the start of the pic. It wasn't that incestuous themes bothered me. They were simply emblematic of … something. ( I made a mental note to depend it up. ) It's just that I had always found the comrade's girlfriend much more intriguing. She kind of reminded me of Miriam, now that I thought about it. Miriam.

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

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

"Nothing,"I lied.

She took my hired hand and I pulled them away."Dee ! What's going on with you ?"I looked at her oculus 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, diddley. I had no idea it would be so difficult on you. And, well, I thought you knew."

I peeked through my digit like a small fry."Knew ?"

"About me,"she said.

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

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

I nodded.

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

I nodded again, and she scooted a bit closer and wiped the bust from my cheeks. For a minute, there was only the sound of the movie in the backcloth, a rising musical grudge and the auditory sensation of lovemaking. I glanced at the TV. The first half of the moving picture was blue than I remember. The sound of moaning filled the room, and the absurdity of the situation hit me, and I started to laugh, first with staff vine chortle, but then with wracking belly laughs as Miriam joined me.

When she kissed me, I melted again and felt passion burst inside me like a balloon. It spread through my physical structure, and rather than just letting her kiss me, I put my weapon around her and kissed back. Her soft lips grappled with mine, and I felt my nerve racing. Against my hands, her back curved and arched, and I pulled her to me. She finally put her arms around me, admittedly a great deal downhearted than I'd expected, and instead of having dubiety, I let her strong arms pull me even closer, so I was straddling her thigh and she was straddling mine. Our consistence came together, my breath left me, and I pulled my lips from hers for a moment.

"Everything okay ?"Miriam asked, taking a helping hand from the diminished of my back and running her finger's breadth point over my buttock. I was no expert in dear, but I could sense the yearning in Miriam's physical structure, 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 time making out with a girl."

"With anyone."

"Should we slow down ?"Miriam asked. I felt a protuberance of joy at being proven right. It was honor. 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 soft sigh.

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

As our lips met again, I felt her hands jam gently but firmly, pulling me penny-pinching, but also lowering my hips onto her second joint. Even through her knickers and my own, the heat of her organic structure radiated between my stage, and I felt a loose, warm sense flood my physical structure. I'd felt it before, of course, but this was dissimilar, more intense, more perfect. I dragged my genital organ against her second joint and gasped for breathing place. Miriam released the pressure on my hips and I slid back down. The kindling had been lit, and all that was left was to give the flame of rage a chance to catch.

Her hands skid further down over my butt end, and pulled me up her second joint again. The fire went wild. I no longer needed the encouragement, but I let her sustain grinding me against her because I loved the way her fingers dug into my buttocks. Soon, though, it was severely to think about anything other than the growing heat between my leg, and I felt my physical structure contract over.

Her tongue 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 troll rump. There was plenty to snaffle onto, and I pulled her onto my thigh. Instantly, I felt the estrus of her against me, and I knew this was right. She had been waiting, of course, and needed no boost. What I didn't expect was how much her grinding would affect me. I felt dizzy.

I was so focused on the sensation of her butt in my hands, that I didn't notice her manus moving up until her fingers were against the skin under my shirt. I must own jerked in surprisal, because she paused for a 2nd and pulled her lips from mine. But I couldn't assist it. I wanted more. I kissed her again, and pressed her hip joint hard against my thigh, and she groaned in pleasure.

Her hand continued up my back, past my shoulder vane, igniting little firing on their way. And when I thought she was going to stop, she kept on going, ever upward, hooking her digit through the neck of my shirt. I hadn't buttoned it up all the way, and when I raised my arms somewhat grudgingly from her fag, the unanimous thing slipped right off. I had my bra on, so I didn't palpate too naked, and she didn't seem to mind—just soaked me up with her oculus. And when she looked to me, she just raised her weapon straight above her drumhead expectantly with a implike grin.

I couldn't supporter giggling, and soon neither could she. We tried once to stop, but when I snorted trying to curb it back, we broke down again. When at in conclusion our laughter subsided, she raised up her arms again. Looking her in the middle, I ran my hands up her hips and hesitated a moment before continuing. And when I did, the effeminateness of her skin ran under my fingers like silk. It was perfect. Up my hands went, not up her back, as she had done with me, but along her sides. I reached the place where my fingers should accept run against her bra, but found only bland cutis. Still looking me in the eye, her eyes 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 tit had been ugly ? They weren't, of path. They were perfect. I reached out and took one in each hired hand, and she froze.

"Well, feel free to, uh, feel 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 fingerbreadth over every inch, and watched in joy as Miriam's responded. kickoff was her breath contracting in her throat, to release in a sigh. And then, as I explored her hardened nipple, 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 deal on my rear, and before I knew what she was doing, she had my bra off. Now, skin against skin, we stoked the fire once again.

I must have been love drunk, because in my zealousness I lost my correspondence. With a shared shriek of pleasant surprisal, we fell to the bed. Our branch were still entwined, and I felt Miriam's manpower firmly on my nates 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 fingers slid underneath not just my loose sweat pants, but my pantie, as well, with her pollex hooked on the outside.

"Dee, are you—"she started.

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

Miriam, slid her body down under mine and I felt my pants and panties slip down to my knees, articulatio talocruralis, and then heard the slight rustling as they fell of the bed and onto the trading floor. My mind was spinning. Was this really happening ? Was I really naked in bed with another little girl ? It felt the right way, but was it ? Hot breath on my breast, and then a sucking wetness at my nipple was enough to snap me out of it. It was so, so mightily. I shuddered in delight, and heard a groan of joy in the cover of my throat.

"Oh, god, Miriam,"I whispered."I—"

But she took my other mammilla between her sassing, flicking her natural language against the tip, and the sleep of the words came out as ABC soup. The electric automobile tone of her buss and nybble only added to my desire, and I drove my own hands to her shank. She barely had metre to cabbage up her hips before I had peeled off her sweatpants as if shucking corn.

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

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

I looked down and saw the snail's track I'd left against her mocha tegument, 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 shift,"I said, kissing her."What about yours ?"

She pulled away and knelt next to me. Gently, she took my deal. I felt myself shaking, and she must have, too, because she put her former helping hand on my tummy to calm me. She looked me in the optic, and I nodded. She guided my hired man between her branch."My what ?"

"Your…"I had heard the words a thousand prison term, but never used it before. I'd never been in a placement where it seemed right."Pussy."

She placed my handwriting against her smooth labia, and my mediate finger lay along the part in the faithful. It took only a moment to finger the hot wetness coming from her.

"Oh my god,"I said.

Miriam started moving my script against her pussy, and it didn't ingest me long to figure out what she liked. Soon enough, I was moving and exploring on my own. For a instant, all I could take care at was my hand caressing and teasing her hot mound. I could hardly believe I it, but was surprised how natural it felt. I curled my finger and made gentle circuit around her clit, and felt her press against my hand.

"Harder,"she pleaded.

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

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

I pressed harder, and she groaned in pleasure, biting her broken lip and making little circles with her hip. Her breathing became ragged, and I knew that she would amount soon. Her hand, which had rested on my tum to calm me, now turned south, sliding past my belly clit, over my pubic osseous tissue, and then to its ultimate destination. Fireworks went off behind my eyes and I heard myself whimper again. Miriam's fingers scratched the itch that I could never look to pass on, and arched my hips off the bed and against her hand.

As consumed by pleasure as I was, I was still curious, and now that my middle finger was thoroughly slippery, I decided now was the time. I slipped my finger into her, slowly at first. Immediately, her slit 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, mat up my own ecstasy rise, pushing me closer toward coming. Miriam started to cod my finger, bucking up and down in the same rhythm method of birth control her fingerbreadth used to run circles around my clit. I knew what I liked, and hoped she would like it, too. Curling my center finger inside of her, I let it slide against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a hard time keeping her attending on my twat, but I didn't mind.

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

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

My eye jumped. I had made another female child seed, and as she shook, her juice soaked my hired hand. I looked up at her and thought how beautiful she was. How unusual was it, though, that only a few hours earlier, the thought of making love life to another girl in my bed would hold been frightening and stranger. Had we moved too fast ? When Miriam let go of my deal, I eased my fingers from between her leg and regarded the slickness that coated them. In a instant of unguarded oddity, I brought them to my sassing and tasted her. Salty, Sweet, tangy : it wasn't too bad. I thought to myself, I could get used to this.

Miriam collapsed with her psyche on my thigh. She was still breathing intemperately, and with a warm touch in my abdomen I thought, I did that. I was so used to being a property in my family's machinations, it had never really occurred to me that I could have that burden on someone.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"Sorry."

She smiled at me."It's delicately, 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 inkling entered her eyes."Are you now…"she said.

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

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

"Why ?"I asked.

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

"Uh…"I breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

She didn't reply, though. Her tongue had already gone to work. And lick it did. Never in my life had I felt anything like the joy her clapper was giving me now. It slid along my labia, dipping occasionally between the congregation. Her lips sucked and nibbled gently at whatever they could snaffle hold of, and the electrical energy radiating up from my pot began to fill my bureau. My body took over, and I arched my hips off the bed. She stayed with me, and soon enough her clapper flicked my clit.

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

Miriam's tongue kept lashing at my clit, sending me higher and higher. And then I felt her fingerbreadth enter me. I bucked and whimpered and cursed and called out her gens. Her second digit slid inside me, and I felt as if I would explode. And then I did. With a squeal and cramp of pleasure I came."I'm coming ! Oh god, Miri, I'm coming !"I squealed as if it weren't obvious.

She groaned in pleasure as my thigh clamped onto her head, and together we rode the wafture of orgasm. When at live my dead body went falling off and my wooden leg allowed her drumhead to move, she removed her fingerbreadth from me. I felt her move next to me and put an arm over my belly.

I turned my head to face her, and she kissed me. It wasn't the first fourth dimension I'd ever tasted myself, but it was by far the unspoiled, and I savored it. After a patch, we lay back and were still. I had no melodic theme what Miriam was thinking, but as for me, I was just soaking it all up. A big part of me wanted to worry. My life would be different now. It would accept to be. I wouldn't be able-bodied to hold back this a secret forever, and when Mother found out, there would be hell to pay. But as it was, in the afterglow, I felt fix to pay it a thou times over. If I knew then what was to come, I might have thought differently. Or maybe not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

The future good morning was bliss. Waking up with my grimace buried in the crook of Miriam's neck was a surprise, but neither unpleasant nor unwished-for. My arm draped over her waistline, soaking up her lovingness. Her pelvic arch pressed back into mine, making my belly tingle at the memory of what we had done the night before.

It all seemed like such a blur, and though I worried that we had moved too fast, the repose of this moment told me otherwise. Out of curiosity, my hand stirred seeking answers, and was rewarded with warm smooth skin all the way up and all the way down. Miriam mumbled and shifted, pressing her hips more firmly against mine, but didn't backwash. My memories, however, did.

A kiss. A touch. Warm lips and a hot clapper. Electricity. I remembered it all, piece by piece. My fingers twitched as they recalled the sense of her slit clamping down around them. And then I felt a spate of sleek down warmth radiating from my belly as I remember seeing her looking me in the eyes as her back talk and knife brought me to orgasm.

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

I decided to go slowly.

Softly brushing my handwriting up her tummy to her breast, I cupped one in my hand. Miriam let out a soft sigh. I ran my finger around her solidification nipple, and I could listen her breathe more heavily through her olfactory organ. 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 vertebral column. I figured if anything would arouse 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 rim part as if to say something, but only a pleasured sigh came out. My bridge player traveled back down her tummy and hesitated just above her mound. When I did act my fingers over Miriam's labia, her breathing became recondite and ragged. Her wooden leg parted slightly, and I began to rub gently, just to see how long it would take for her to wake up. But she still didn't wake up, so I decided I would give in and reelect the favor she had given me stopping point night.

Ever so slowly, I got up and crawled between her pegleg, kneeling there for a second before I leaned in. My brain 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 kiss. Her olfactory perception made something inside of me shiver with delight. I kissed every role of her kitty that I could reach with just my lips, and then I stuck out my lingua and tasted her. It knocked the flatus out of me, it really did. Whatever lingering dubiousness or forbiddance I had were blown away. But I only got about three of four more licks in before I saw her fire her head.

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

I licked again, as a question.

"Oh, yesss…"she moaned."Please yes."

I felt her fingers in my pilus, and knew I'd Chosen wisely. Now, all circumspection and pretence gone, I started in on her. I didn't really know how to go down on a young woman, but I figured I knew what I liked, so I'd start there. constant mild glossa flicking and gentle sucking seemed to be a good commencement, but I felt her grip my head.

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned."Fuck. Yesssssss !"

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

My tongue was battering her button so tough and degenerate I thought that either might have come flying out of us at any second. But then she came. Her pegleg were much stronger than they looked, and when they clamped around my head, I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out. She hollered, bucked, whimpered, and then eventually went slack.

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

"Damn, Dee,"she said, coming around at finale."You really screw how to stir up a girl up."

"fountainhead, 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 exhibitor, made love life, showered again, fed the dog, and ate breakfast first, but we did do work. In fact, between the bouts of fondling, we were actually very rich. We were so productive that, after an betimes dinner, we decided we could take the entire evening off of studying and slacken in the pool.

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

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

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

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

The dogs sat just on the other incline of the flower garden that ringed the syndicate on the far incline of the fence. Their stare was unnerving, but I realized I hadn't fed them.

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

I tried to take a shortcut across the soft pasture, but Max and Arthur seemed insistent that I take the garden path. It was uncanny, I thought, that they should be dictating the linguistic rule to me, but maybe they had been trained to keep open those they were guarding to well-lit field. I got to their feeding country, and when I bent down to get their food, I felt something nudge my butt. I looked back and saw Max poking his long hooter against my rump, sniffing.

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

He ignored me and, now that I was facing him, nuzzled through the social movement of the robe. I gasped as his cold olfactory organ pressed against the slim skin of my bathing suit. For maybe a break up second I thought of letting him go forward, but then again what was I thinking ! ? I pulled the whistle from the scoop of my gown, but I didn't even need to use it. As soon as they saw it fall out, both dogs were sitting at attention.

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

I fed them quickly, and as they began eating, I hurried back toward the pool. On my way, I was haunted by the thought that I would even entertain the theme of letting a dog lick me. It was a dog. But that hot breather from his olfactory organ had felt pretty nice. No ! It. Was. A. Dog. Gross !

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

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

"Right ?"

"Anyway,"I said, taking a recondite breathing place and shedding my gown."I could go for a dip."

I popped open up our beers, and for almost an 60 minutes, we floated and talked. We talked a little about where we were from and what our family line were like, but mostly we talked about love and how strange it can be. As the Night went on, the air got cooler and the pond started to find 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 pocket billiards area utmost from the house and shielded from view by a firm wall on the exterior, trellises thick with morning glories on the side facing the house, and a roof that protected the surface area from rain. On the hearty wall was a electric switch that turned on a ace overhead lamp. Along this paries were also hooks on which we hung our robe while waiting for the water to heat up up. When we finally got in, I instantly relaxed. Miriam, too, let out a foresightful sigh of pleasure.

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

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

"You mean your mom's plan to marry you off to some full-bodied jolt ?"she said.

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

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

"You knew ?"

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

"And you didn't upkeep ?"

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

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

"What ?"

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

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

"It is,"I said. And then the reality of the situation dawned on me and I chuckled and rock my pass."It really is."

The adjacent thing I knew, Miriam was straddling me, her backtalk pressed against mine. Our tongues danced. work force roamed over wet flesh, and soon enough we were both panting for breathing place. With a tug, she untied my top and then pulled it from my physical structure, letting it float away. I did the same to hers and then clamped my mouth to her nipple.

"Ugggghhhhh yeah !"she moaned as I let passion carry me from one pap 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 bottoms 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 bottom of the hot tub and propping them up on her berm. With her school principal just at the layer of the body of water, she began moving back toward me, wedging my wooden leg open with her face. Unlike the previous night, there was no reluctance. Her lips and glossa hit me instantly, and I groaned. She dipped her glossa into me, and I had to grasp the side of the hot tub to keep the top of me from slipping down into the piddle. Her natural language swirled upward until it ran phrenetic circle around my clit.

"shtup, Miri,"I cried out."nooky !"

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

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

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

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

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

"What should we do ?"I asked.

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

I thought for a consequence, but my fountainhead was still clouded by lust and the heat energy from the tub."Ok, well, first we need to get the whistle and command sheet from my robe,"I said."But Max is between us and them."

"Ok,"Miriam said, standing and starting to climb up out of the hot tub."No problem. 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 bring out the tension, I added,"Hey, bud. Mommy and, uh, mommy were just wrestling."The dog cocked his chief to one side. I turned to Miriam."See ? No problem."

I climbed cautiously from the hot tub and shuffled around the big sheepherder, noticing once again how his eyes seemed glued to my nether region. I reached the robe and grabbed the paper and whistling from the pouch, but in the unconscious process, I turned my back on Max. Immediately, he jumped on my back, and in my panic, I slipped and was dragged down. The whistling flew out of my hands, bounced off the wall and skittered into the swimming kitty. With the piss drained, it would still work, but the newspaper publisher landed in the tub.

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

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

"Please !"I whispered to Miriam.

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

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

"Wait,"I said, struggling."Wait, wait, no."But I began to recede hope when I felt the tip of his slick phallus microscope slide effortlessly into me.

I lifted my head, but only found Miriam's cheek a teaser of horror and confusion. She had a full side vista of what was happening, and by her expression, I knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, my—"she started.

"GOD !"I shrieked. Max jammed the entire length of his tool into me in one mighty thrust. The painful sensation burned through me, but I found I had no voice to scream. There was no abatement. Max began jackhammering his peter into me. heat energy filled my face, and bout ran down my cheeks."Ow ! Oh, god !"I whimpered as the shepherd fucked me."assistance meee !"

I was being raped—by a dog. Fear, disgust, despair, and passion coursed through me as Max knife thrust himself into me again and again. I wept from the painfulness, but the mortification was worse. I could feel its nighttime tendrils winding around my soul.

I heard a struggle nearby and opened my eyes despite the stinging tears. Arthur had Miriam backed up against the trellis and had buried his schnoz between her legs. Over the wet slapping phone of my own intrusion, I started to hear the heavy lapping of a farsighted dog spit. Miriam was trying to push Arthur away, and he seemed to tolerate and even revel in the challenge, but when she smacked him on the head, he bared his teeth and snarled at her. Instinctively, Miriam's hands went to her pharynx to protect herself. When she made no more pother, 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 incessant ramming of Max's hammer had stopped hurting so practically. I felt I could wear this, despite my repulsion, but I wasn't about to stop fighting. If I could just wriggle free of Max's travelling bag ... but it was no use. The more I struggled, the more his chela dug into my physique. I wasn't going anywhere.

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

Miriam panicked and tried to fly as I pleaded for Max to stop, but only was able-bodied to recruit herself three inches off the ground. President Arthur put an end to her flight by clamping his jaws around her throat. Her eyes streamed tears as she sat back down.

Max felt mammoth inside me. At first, it had felt like someone had rammed a white-hot blast poker inside of me, but now that my senses had returned, the sense of voluminosity was unbelievable. This hairy beast was stretching me More than I could feature imagined, and, worst of all, I think my body was starting to feel pleasure mix with the pain.

Miriam, too, had changed. As Arthur returned to lapping relentlessly at her kitty, 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 hands to his head, Arthur looked up threateningly, but slowly, she began to stroke his headway, and Arthur went back to function on her.

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

I couldn't see much from where I was because Arthur's back end was blocking my view. Curiosity prevailed, and I sunk down to my elbow. This only served to raise my goat higher in the air and allow Max replete accession, but at this point Miriam was right : fall was the only option. Hanging my head down, I could see President Arthur's knife lapping at Miriam's pussycat, occasionally dipping deep beneath her soaking wet folds and causing her to hiss in reluctant pleasure.

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

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

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

"He's making me do !"galvanizing ecstasy uncoiled and I found my body pressing back into Max's assaulting cock. But he didn't stop or even retard down, and I felt another orgasm brewing deep within me with each of his soundbox rocking jabbing."screwing fuck fuck !"

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

She was still scared and disgusted, and so was I, but I could barely learn her. My center rolled back in my head and I felt my jaw slacken. As I came a second metre, I could only make oink and groan. The shadow tendrils of mortification had begun wringing every drop of ignominy from my psyche, and soon all that would be left would be brute desire.

Soon after my sexual climax subsided, I felt something ram against my already stretched kitty. I looked underneath me and saw the well up groundwork of Max's pecker trying to force its way into me. I made a groan of concern that turned into a screaming of surprise and pain in the neck as the shepherd rammed it into me. As he continued to thrust, it threatened to force its way back out.

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

Max didn't listen, so I reached back with one hand and grabbed his rear legs to oblige him still. He was a big dog, so I had to reach back with my other hand and take hold of his former rear leg. I was able to pull him against me and block off his thrusting, but this meant that my face and chest were pressed against the wet tile. The swollen base of his cock stretched me past where I thought my breaking point would be, but through the painfulness I could sense the self-conceited multitude grinding against my g-spot.

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

"Oh shite !"I heard Miriam gasp.

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

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

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

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

Her face took on a feeling of confusion and revulsion, both at the prognosis of letting an animal fuck her and at my seeming emotionlessness."No way !"

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

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

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

"cocksucker,"she said."Are you sure enough ?"

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

I made kissy stochasticity at King Arthur, and he turned my instruction. I coaxed him over until his emerging turncock was in arms reach. I felt around underneath him, and eventually felt his giant slippery cock emerge from its hiding place. It radiated warmth, and another part of my brain broke when I touched it. The dark tendrils of humiliation wrung out yet more shame as I began to stroke it gently in my paw. King Arthur started pumping his hips a trivial, and tiny drops of precum began dripping from the tip of his shaft onto the tile in front of my side. He turned his headspring to look at me, and that's when Miriam bolted.

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

"Aaaahhhnnn ! !"she yelled, her eyes astray. Arthur, like his counterpart, didn't spare a instant getting to work. His forelegs tightened around Miriam's shank, and his hindquarters worked in a fury as he fucked his victim."Aah god ! Ow ! hoot ! Ah ah ah ah !"

I could only watch as the big Rottweiler dominated my new lover. Miriam wailed, begged, pleaded, and cursed as her complete mocha colored boob rippled and swayed with each tremendous jab. Her call were so frantic that I thought Arthur was killing her, but when Miriam finally unclenched her eyes, I saw the same glassy look of ecstasy that I had caused that Lapp morning.

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

"Are you ok ?"I asked.

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

Miriam finally turned her school principal to take care at me, and I could see why she hadn't before. Her face was a screwed-up mix of pleasure, pain, and shame."What's incorrect ?"she gasped as Arthur's pounding continued.

"He's finally pulling out,"I said, and then felt the encompassing persona of him squeezing past the tight entrance to my overstuffed pussy."Oh ! Ow ! Ow !"And then he was out all at once. A violent stream of steaming hot cum poured out of me and down my legs and belly, splashing to the tile. I groaned a little in disgust at the stack and olfactory perception of dog cum covering my body, but mostly at the sudden feeling of being so, so hollow. My yearning to be filled up again surprised me, and I might have tried again had my body not given out. I collapsed sideways onto the roofing tile, where I watched King Arthur pound away at my girlfriend.

Miriam had seen me collapse, and her eyes went all-embracing. I followed her gaze to where Max had situated himself in the street corner to lick himself clean, and I felt my own eyes widen. It was a miracle, I thought. There was no way that huge cock could have fit inside me. And yet, it had.

I turned my attention back to Miriam, whose whimpering told me she was approaching an unwilling orgasm. I struggled to my knees and scooted myself a footling to the side, where I could see Arthur's stopcock jackhammering at her. If it were even possible, he was openhanded than Max. I crawled over to face Miriam and knelt in movement of her.

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

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

Miriam groaned, clenched her middle, and came.

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

I reached down and caressed her breasts, and she groaned,"Ngh ! Why is this happening to us ?"Through her whimpering, I could hear the battle between strong-arm pleasure on one side, and pain, disgust, and terror on the other.

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

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

"sanctum shit !"she gasped."holy place hoot ! 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 pegleg to keep him from trying to pull back out."

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

Arthur tightened his handgrip on her and lunge it in. Miriam's eyes went wide and she shrieked in surprise and pain, but she wasted no prison term grabbing his legs.

"Aaah !"she cried out, looking like she was about to pull 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 typeface pressed into the tile."It feels so do it near ! What's wrong with me ?"

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

I felt like a monster for saying that. Just let this big dog rape you, Miriam. Just love it. Not like you have a selection. I really was well and truly let on, wasn't I ? But weirdly enough, it worked. Miriam relaxed, and I could see in her eyes that she had stopped fighting to maintain on to her ignominy. She even wiggled her ass a little, causing the swollen dog peter to grind against her g-spot.

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

I stroked her cheek."seed for us, Dafla,"I said. And she did.

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

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

The dogs escorted us from the puddle area, Chester Alan Arthur putting his consistence between us and the syndicate. We walked in ignominious silence back to the rear door of the house, and this clock time when I opened the door, Max stepped inside. My heart skipped a cadence, and I heard Miriam moan to herself. Chester Alan Arthur stayed until everyone was back inside, and then came in last. I shut the room access, but didn't lock it, thinking that maybe I could use it as a quick escape valve, but Arthur looked up at me and blocked my path.

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

When that was done, they relaxed a trivial. They knew they had us trapped, and so did we. They followed us up the stair to my bedroom, and when we sat down on the bed, the dogs found smear to lie down, Max by the room access 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 cultivate, or both.

"Oh my god,"I said.

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

"I'm such an idiot."

"What ? What do you mean ?"

"Mother said they had been specially trained, right ?"I gestured to the hound."And she didn't really seem to care that the commands she gave me were in a unlike 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, prepare to go tone for conceal cameras, but Max stood up, too, blocking the room access. I took that as a star sign that we were to stay put. I shrugged as casually as I could and went instead to the can, stripped out of my gown and bathing suit, and stepped into the shower. The warm water system revealed how strain I had been, and for a minute I leaned forward against the paries, closed my eyes, and let the water run against my dorsum. I tensed for just a moment when I felt Miriam's handwriting on my shoulders.

"You okay ?"she asked.

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

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

I opened my centre and let my snag fall away with the rest of the water. I looked at her, and to my surprise, she seemed softer than before, the hard-boiled resignation gone from her aspect. I felt like our positions should have been swapped. Her trial by ordeal had been my fault.

"It's not your fault,"she said, reading my judgement, 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 system pattered against us, and for a hanker patch, we held each other in the rubber 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 determination in her eyes. She said,"Your female parent's dogs raped you, too. The woman I love. As a good deal 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 come up with a blackmail scheme this convoluted. But you believe it, so that's in effect enough for me. You have a plan to find the bugs, if they exist, but have you thought about what you'll do when you have them ?"

"Erase the datum ?"I said.

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

"You mean Mother."

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

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

We spent more than time in the shower bath, holding each former and caressing until the water ran cold. When at last we could stay in the condom of the crank cadre no longer, we stepped out and dried off. I went to my chest of drawers 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 dress."Come on. Can't we have some self-worth ?"

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

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

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

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

"You guys want some nutrient ?"I announced. Max and King Arthur perked up."dear. Let's go, then."

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

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

Miriam's eyes swept over the dogs in terrified realization, and she nodded in agreement.

Max led the way as we went back downstairs, extraneous, and around the face of the house. The walk of life gave us time to talk, and I spent some time looking for anything that had been moved or misplaced in the hold up couple workweek. I noted a few matter to arrest up on when I had more freedom, but I knew I was going to really take to scour every inch of every room to find all the bugs.

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

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

"I don't know,"I said, picking up the bowls and following Arthur."But we need to figure out how to get more freedom. I think I might have it away where a pair of the bugs are."

Back inside, I put the lawn bowling in the kitchen, next to the door to the dining room, but still the dogs wouldn't eat. I put down a big trough of water, too, but still cypher. Arthur looked back and Forth River between me and the food bowl, as if unclear on the concept, but when his focus eventually settled on me, I realized that I was the one who didn't understand.

King Arthur approached and without seemliness or warning stuck his nozzle between my legs. The military force backed me up against the island, and when I had no more room to operate, the Rottweiler began lapping at my pussy in long sinewy strokes.

"Oh, not again,"I groaned. But my consistency shuddered and I felt a warm wetness loosen me up from the inside. As reluctant as I was, Arthur's lapping felt incredibly serious, and I parted my peg a picayune to allow him more than admittance. It paid off. His long spit licked the whole way from my butthole to my clit, and I found myself becoming aroused, and not just physically. I was beginning to savor it.

Miriam gave me a face of dashing hopes."What are you doing ?"

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

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

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

Arthur continued his assault on my increasingly wet and aching pussy. Every four or five licks, his long lingua would dart into me, sliding against my button on its way out. The longer this went on, the looser I felt. I put more of my weighting on the island and circulate my legs wider so he had full access.

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

For a second base, 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 knife."When this is all over, we'll have all the prison term in the world."

"Uhnn…"she moaned."You forebode ?"

"I promise."

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

"okey,"I said."I'm cook. What about you ?"

Miriam nodded. I could see in her eyes that there was still incertitude, but I think that she was mostly questioning her saneness. It was one thing to be forced and have the excuse that you had no say in the matter, and quite another matter to bid your organic structure to a dog. We both knew that this was a well-defined line in the sand, and while I was ready because my focus was on the futurity, Miriam was still in the moment.

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

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

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

Once she was down, Arthur got the message and moved around behind me. He gave my pussy a few Thomas More slug just for good measuring stick, and then I felt his weighting on me. He felt heavier than Max had, but that was just because he had most of his free weight on my book binding. Quickly, instinctively, he shifted the weight back, gripped my shank with his powerful forepaws, and started jabbing at me. This time, however, I wasn't struggling to get free, and he hit his Deutschmark quickly. I thought I would have been ready for it, but I was mistaken. Arthur's dog cock smashed into my pussy like a lading train, and I clenched my eyes, saw stars, and howled.

"AAAAH ! OWWW ! Ow ! Ow ! Ah, god ! shtup !"I swore and yelled as the Rotty fucked me. At first off, it was in pain. His tool felt like a behemoth hot piston thrusting in and out of me, and for a second I regretted letting him hold me. But soon, wonderful adept began to throb through me.

Miriam gripped my hand. Max had only just mounted her, possibly distracted by my shouting. Her grip tightened when he started jabbing at her snatch, and became nearly a demise clench when he buried his tool in her."OH !"she yelped."Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh…"she continued as the Shepherd pounded her.

And there we were, two new young buff side by side on the kitchen floor holding hands while two dogs fucked us silly. I wasn't thinking it at the meter, but it surprised me later how quickly thing had moved, how quickly I had accepted our situation. At the clip, I was thinking about the intense pleasure washing though me as I came. I wasn't sure how many orgasms had shaken me, but it definitely wasn't the first.

"Yes !"

That wasn't me. It was Miriam. At first it was a timid squeak, then a full-throated cry of pleasance, and then a serial publication of breathy moans.

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

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

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

My cheek pressed against the tile, I watched as Max, too, secured himself in Miriam, who groaned, reached one hand back, but kept the other cubitus on the flooring. Even through her dark skin, I saw her face was flushed with orgasmic bliss. Her optic were glazed, but she looked down at me pinned under the big Rotty and smiled.

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

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

I lost racetrack of time for a while, but Arthur's shaft eventually popped out of me, and his hot cum poured out of me and splashed onto the tile floor. Max, too, finished with similar termination, beads of thin white seed contrasting heavily against Miriam's glum legs.

The kettle of fish was already made, so we knelt there recovering and letting the cum drip from our freshly fucked pussies. When we were finally able-bodied, we got up, cleaned the floor, and began making a bit of dinner. As for the dogs, they mostly left us alone for the residue of the night. When Miriam went upstairs to fetch 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 understanding was that we would keep our defender well sexed.

Thankfully, the andiron seemed satisfied for the Nox. I, for one, was a sore, but I distracted myself from the pain in the neck by using the time to search for the hidden tv camera my mother had planted. I immediately found the one in the kitchen, planted in a recessed twinkle above the island counter. No doubt it had recorded our most recent activity. There was one in the living room hidden in the carapace of a al-Qur'an I did not recognize. There were more in the bedchamber, entry ways, and even some in the windows facing out into the yard. No doubt there were Sir Thomas More away, but it was late and I didn't feel like trekking out to find them.

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

"What do you mean ?"I said.

Miriam lifted her nose from a Word of God on impressionism and simply gave me that"bitch, are you kidding ?"spirit. It had occurred to me that I was acting a bit paranoid, though not without reason, but I stopped and took ancestry. I was standing there with a pillowcase full of expensive electronics and a feeling of gratification. But why ? I had taken the tv camera, but that did not change anything about what had already happened. Where did all that footage go ? I'd never found any hard drives, and the cameras were too humble to transmit over distances over a few XII metre. This was all wasted energy if I couldn't find the computer memory gimmick. I tossed the bag of tiny cameras onto an upholstered recliner and sat down heavily on the couch.

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

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

I felt fingers brush delicately against my cunt, 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 sexual climax, had stoked heat in my belly, and I felt slick wetness prime my body for another unit of ammunition. I continued to rub myself and felt my physical structure begin to languish for release.

Suddenly, I felt more finger's breadth touch me.

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

I shook my head.

"Amazing,"she said."I had no idea you were so insatiable."She slipped a fingerbreadth 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's breadth into me, and I pressed my crotch into her mitt, burying her fingers as deep as they would go. I dared not say so, but it wasn't cryptic enough. Not anymore. Still, Miriam's touch was as intoxicating as ever, and I squirmed as she worked her digit in me. I kissed her cervix, her lips, her ears, and her breast. I even kissed the red job on her skin where the blackguard'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 oral cavity. I lowered my hips and felt her lingua sliding board against my clit. I gasped. It was a completely unlike whiz from King Arthur's fast-growing overlapping. This was gentler, but precise. Miriam knew exactly how to tease apart and please me, and as she did, I cried out in ecstasy.

I clapped a hand over my mouthpiece, but Arthur and Max were now extensive awake. For a present moment, they just watched as Miriam ate my pussy, but eventually, Max got up and came to the side of meat of the bed. I ignored him, trying to focalise on the delicious tonguing I was receiving, but he started making frustrated speech sound. 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 straits and made a rick motion with her hand. I turned my body so I was laying across the breadth of the bed with my stifle at the edge, and was shocked when she rolled off and went to her knee on the base. Before I could ask any interrogation, she dove back between my wooden leg. I saw Max sniff around her rear a little and then chip in her a few cursory licks. I felt her hot breather quicken against my clit, and we both gasped when Max mounted her. I propped myself up on my cubital joint, and watched her look contort in pleasure and pain as Max drove himself into her.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh fuck !"she cried out. This time, I could tell the painful sensation was well-heeled to ignore. My irregular time had been easier than the showtime. It was still jolty, but that was to be expected. I suppose it also helped that she had almost of her chest of drawers supported on the bed. Max pounded her, and the auditory sensation of wet, marshy screwing and pleasured wailing filled the bedroom. When he finally stopped, Miriam looked disappointed.

"What's haywire ?"I asked.

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

"Knot ?"I said.

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

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

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

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

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

"mother is going to be so worried,"I said.

"fountainhead, 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 a lot worse. Now, lie back. It's my turn."

Miriam and I switched seat, and I watched as more of Max's cum dribbled out of her. I leaned into her, placing my chest of drawers on the mattress between her wooden leg, and tasted some of the cum. I'm going to be true. It didn't taste great. It wasn't completely hideous, 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 Arthur's cold nose jabbing my butt. As Max had, he licked me a few time and then mounted me, gripping me around the waist. There was almost no clumsy poking around this metre. The firedog had learned their way around our bodies, and muscle computer storage was setting in.

My muscle memory, however, was not quite there yet. The stabbing pain of the big Rottweiler's invading cock stab through my consistency, and I yowled. Miriam held my head in her hands and cooed as soothingly as she could.

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

I took abstruse breathing time and focused on her voice. To think that I had been the first to give in… I had become so concenter on angriness and retaliation that I was coiled up like a natural spring. Now, starting at my neck opening and berm and rolling down my back like a cool breeze, my trunk began to unbend. And as the muscles around my snatch loosened up, the stabbing hurting was almost instantly replaced with the sort of manic ecstasy that comes from rocky sex. I pressed my butt backward against President Arthur thrusts and felt his semi-swollen knot power play past my taut entrance. Now I cried out in pleasure, and moaned when the Calidris canutus, now fully engorged, refused to occur out.

I imagined myself as a will striver to this wildcat, and felt Richard Buckminster Fuller and more satisfied than I had either of the two sentence before. I knew that my professional's knot, though stretching me to my limitation, would not harm me, and that I would be released when my original was done with me. In the lag, I dove back into Miriam's waiting twat. My tongue traveled over every nook and cranny, teasing and tempting, and when her body began to tense with anticipation, found her clit and worshipped it.

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

In a chorus of sidesplitter, we came together, dead body convulsing and twitching. And when it was all over, Chester Alan Arthur's ravel popped out of me and a flood of hot cum poured down my legs. I didn't infliction to get back up on the bed. I couldn't. So, I just collapsed onto the floor, panting.

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

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Once we had cleaned ourselves and the elbow room up a small, 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 intellect, I worried that Mother had directly linked the recording equipment to a remote upload service. But then I remembered again what Miriam had said. Our riches gave me accession to so many things beyond the reach of my compeer, but our internet connector was the pits—far too slow to upload such a large amount of data. This wasn't so at any of our other homes, only at the cottage. And now I think I knew why. It insulated me from the macrocosm, at least while at home. So, like the dogs, it was yet another device to bind me to my responsibility as Mother and beginner saw them. But also like the cad, it would be turned to my advantage.

I had been musing on this out loud while sitting on the edge of the pool looking down at the whistling at the backside.

Miriam said,"It seems to me that those recorders couldn't be running all day every day for workweek or months at a sentence without needing some form of maintenance. My dad's a security department guard. Footage from his company's organization gets overwritten every three days. Your mom said she'd be back in a week, right ? She wasn't here for very long, and she was never out of our 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 good 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 recount her that my family probably had entire houses I didn't know about, but decided against it for the moment.

"I guess we should get hold out, huh ?"I said.

For the adjacent hr, we searched for access to some variety of basement, but came up empty-bellied. There was no cellar doorway on the exterior of the theatre ; I'd have noticed that already, but we checked again for in effect mensuration. Inside, we opened every room access we could find, but nada led downward. As we sat on the redact resting and thinking, Arthur jumped up adjacent to Miriam, but to our surprisal, 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 often to ask, and, frustrated, shoved the pillowcase away from me with my foot. One of the cameras tumbled out onto the carpet, and Max lowered his mind 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 photographic camera in his mouth. Dropping it next to the early one, he looked up at me expectantly. I chuckled.

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

He cocked his foreland at me again, and then he did something really strange. As before, he lowered his head to sniff the electronics, but this time, he stuck his unhurt straits in the case, lifted it up and started shaking it. The cameras scattered everywhere.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I opened the closet again. It was full of public utility company items, boxful of batteries, tape, and string, lined up neatly on shelves. Now that I looked at the space with different eyes, it hit me : this was the merely closet in the firm that had a rug. It almost matched the colouring material of the floor, so I had never noticed. I lifted the edge of the rug, and immediately saw the memorial tablet latch, set into which was a combination lock.

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

"No,"I said. Kneeling down, I rolled the act into situation and pressed the liquid administration brad. A self-coloured metallic detent resulted.

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

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

The door was big than it looked, but the reason for that became instantly obvious. On the turnabout side of meat was rebar reinforcing stimulus and a public square of foam pyramid. I poked at one with my finger.

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

"holy dickhead,"I said. Whatever was supposed to happen down below, and perhaps whatever had happened in the past tense, it was already crushingly patent that it was to be a secret.

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

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

The interior of the basement looked like the inside of a cave. There were concrete columns at veritable musical interval and there was a faint glow coming from one niche. On the walls, ceilings, and on nigh of the editorial was the Sami pyramidal soundproofing. The floor was weird. Instead of bare concrete, it had been tiled with linoleum. As soon as my groundwork hit it, I knew why. It would be pretty well-fixed to clean and was softer.

In a recess near the stairs was a desk with a computer that was much larger than the one I thought I'd find. The monitors were switched off, but the light-emitting diode on the bank of surd drives were flickering away, no doubt recording data from undiscovered cameras.

"Hm,"I heard Miriam mumble.

"What ?"I said.

She held up her earphone."No service of process,"she said,"not even wi-fi. The photographic camera must take in their own link."

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

"goodness boy,"I said.

As I approached the desk, I almost tripped over a blade iteration bolted firmly into the level. Looking down, I saw more. And now that my middle had adjusted to the dim spark, I saw a few other topographic point around the cellar with loops on the floor.

Suddenly, with a mouse click, the lights came on. I looked back and saw that Miriam had found the illumination switches on the side of the stairs. Now with the basement lit, I realized two matter : it was a miniature prison house, and it was grownup than it seemed at first.

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

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

Against a far wall, there was a large wooden armoire. deliberate not to misstep over any more grummet in the floor, I made my way over to it and took a late breath as I put my hand on the doorknobs. But the doors wouldn't open. I tried again, but it was shut tight. There was an old-style keyhole that looked distressingly well used.

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

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

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

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

Miriam returned a bit later with a duad pieces of bent-grass silverware from the kitchen."If this were a modern curl, I'd need something smaller, but favorable for me, this is an antique,"she said.

I didn't pay much attention to her body of work, but I got the essence of it. All it took was patience and a little know-how, and a deep click indicated that the armoire was unsecured. I opened the threshold this meter, and got a horrible sinking tactual sensation in my guts.

inside, hanging neatly from sweetener, was everything Mother had thought she would call for to break me. Clearly, the dogs were just the start. Or were they ? It occurred to me that had I been alone, I might not ingest been naked in the hot tub. Had we simply been easy marks ? Had the dogs crapped out on their grooming and jumped the gun ?

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

I looked down and saw, sitting in a velvet-lined box atop the bottom bloomers, a apprehension. I reached down and picked it up. Yet another thing for with no expense had been spared, the collar was firm but soft leather, studded with ruby, which Mother knew were my favorite. The steel fastener appeared to be nickel plated, and came together with two grommet, which looked as if they were designed to support a padlock. There were loops around the ease of the dog collar, as well, no doubt to be hooked onto the tierce that hung succeeding to a very unpleasant looking whiplash. I bet the theme was also to bond it to one of the many loop topology in the floor or on the columns with the forget me drug in the seat drawers. And, yes, engraved on a rose gold plaque opposite the buckle was my figure in a rather Baroque era ***********.

I unclasped the buckle, put the leash around my cervix, and fastened it snugly into blank space. It fit perfectly.

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

"taking what's mine,"I said, turning so the crimson sparkled."How's it look ?"

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

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

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Her finger slipped through one of the sword loops, and she pulled me in harder. Our clapper danced furiously for the first time since the ordeal with the hotdog had begun.

"That's more like it,"I said, feeling my spirit 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 electronic computer desk."She'd never tolerate us to be together, of course, but I'm sure as shooting she knows people who know people."

"What kind of people ? !"Miriam fretted.

"People who would buy you,"I said, deciding not to sugar coat it. It's not that I truly knew this, but I knew my mother, and I knew her friends. They were, evidently, the variety of multitude who would pressure their own shaver and build keep to get out them. Only a gull would think it stopped there.

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

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

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

She had a gunpoint. A grainy night imagination telecasting had ruined many a celebrity. Why so often footage in such high-pitched definition ? I had no answer for her, so I made note of the television camera'placement and closed each down, ceasing recording.

Once they were shut down, I felt marginally better until I saw the center reminder. On it was a grid of pamphlet, each labeled with a location code. I opened the booklet for the poolside gazebo. In it were folders labeled with day of the month. I opened the one with the premature day's date. Apparently, the tv camera'recording functions were motion activated because the first few videos were of birds, leave, and then one of Arthur sniffing the gage. But then there we were in wide color from multiple angles.

We milled about for longer than I remembered, and then relaxed in the hot tub. Seeing myself on film for the first time in a long time was eldritch. It's not that I thought I looked better, but I suddenly saw what Miriam saw. I still had small dummy, but they were cute. And I did ingest a precious little butt. The thing that had changed was the way I carried myself. I was sexy because I believed it. Weird how that works, I thought. Watching Miriam eat me out, I was tempted to soar upwards in, but I already knew what I'd see. Love.

And then the moment.

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

When Miriam had tried to help, 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 screen door, she had her head teacher thrown back and was panting almost immediately.

It was at this moment that I noticed a little digital restraint panel next to the picture player. The sound had been deactivated. I activated it. My screams were harrowing and came from speaker all around the room that had been designed to coalesce in.

I suddenly remembered the pain and terror. Max was sitting adjacent to me and leaning against my pegleg, and I became very conscious of his mien. Unsurprisingly, there was a camera that had captured what I couldn't see at the time, and it was no wonder I had been screaming. He was gigantic. My pussy 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 easier on me, not just because Max's cock had better access code, but because my screams and sobs had begun to turn to little whine, at starting time of release pain in the ass, 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 screen, it was Miriam's turn, now. She slipped and fell ( I made a annotation to get those paving Edward Durell Stone textured ) and Arthur was on her in a second. Now on the blind was almost too much to watch. Max's knot plunged into me, I shrieked, and President Arthur began fucking Miriam. After I fell away in a swampy batch of dog cum, travail, and pool water, I began encouraging her. At the sentence, I imagined I had been doing it to keep her from getting hurt too much and for her to get it over with quicker, but the verity was evident. I wanted her to delight it just as much as I had. I soothed her as she screamed for mercifulness, but I had clearly been broken. There was no hiding it.

"Damn, Dee,"Miriam said.

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

"You're the horniest cunt I know, by far,"she said with a flavor in her eyes that spoke only of lust."Probably the turned on bitch on the whole planet."

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

Meanwhile, the Danielle standing in the newly discovered basement keep felt wetness between her legs. I was about to learn myself drive a dog willingly for the first fourth dimension, and I could barely take the anticipation. I felt like I could come just watching myself get down on mitt and knees. On blind, I screamed and hollered again. It had hurt, of path, but it had faded much faster, and pleasure had rushed in to exchange it.

I squeezed my thigh together and fidgeted as I watched. Miriam's hand still rested on my derriere, and when she felt the urgency construction within me, she slid her helping hand down the back of my flannel pajama pants and into my panty. I groaned with thwarted lustfulness as her hand wedged between my clenched thighs, forcing them apart slightly, and then sighed in pleasure as two fingerbreadth slid into me with zilch crusade. With her other hand, she pulled my pants down over my hips. Her lips and hot breathing place teased the twist of my neck and I felt a soft moan relief valve my throat. While her fingers slid in and out of me from behind, her former hand went to wreak on my clitoris. I was in paradise, and then my center managed to centre on the reminder again, where, through the many electronic eyes in the kitchen, I saw her take Max's knot. The screeching 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 finger's breadth left my clit. It was almost as if someone had thrown a pail of ice piss 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 cracking of my ass and up my back. Soon enough, Max's clapper was digging into my pussy, and I felt like electricity was shooting through me. Miriam pulled my shirt off, leaving me with my pant around my knees and the collar around my throat. I looked at her and realized she'd had time to strip.

She took my hand and guided me away from Max, who made a token attempt to succeed, but seemed to sympathise that he would get his number soon enough. I stepped out of my pants, and Miriam led me to the armoire. When she pulled out the leather cuff that hung on the back paries of the old wooden cabinet, I got a shriveling feeling in my tum and looked at her with what must give been concern.

"Don't sweat, Dee,"she said, buckling two of the cuffs to my ankles."I ain't gon na hurt you. But don't you want to know how this stuff and nonsense works."

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

"For when your mom gets here,"she said with a pragmatical tone, punctuated by a kiss."Now,"she continued, holding up the final two, which were bigger around than the others,"where do you think these go ?"

I shrugged. She unbuckled one and tried it against different parts of my eubstance until she concluded that they fit just above my knees. I looked at them. They were of similar aim to the collar, but lacked the Ni and ruby highlight. These were purely practical. Finally, Miriam led me over to the position 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 wiener hadn't already bump me, Mother would have had very little bother finishing the job. This feeling doubled when Miriam led me down to my hired man and knee and locked the steel anchor ring on my wrist and ankle joint to the corresponding loop on the floor.

Mother must consume known my mensuration very well, because I was fastened to the floor with my mortise joint and radiocarpal joint set just a little wider than my shoulders and hips. This made it nearly impossible to wiggle or tip out of the way of anything. I felt extremely vulnerable to the point where I almost asked Miriam to let me gage up. But she was correctly : I needed to have sex how it felt, so I could use it later in reverse. Still, the shy role of me angled my genu as closed as I could get them. I was still easy prey, but Miriam went to armoire and came back with a metal bar with two clips on either side. She clipped one end to the annulus in the cuff above my left knee, and then prodded my other human knee outward until she was able to curtail it to the diametrical 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 word for it,"I said,"but—AH ! Ah ! Oh yeah !"The lust that had clouded my sagacity had almost faded, but then Max's tongue returned and had fully access.

"Oh, darn,"she said."tinker's damn that's amazing. give on a minute. I'll be correctly back."

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

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

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

She had come back with the pillowcase full-of-the-moon of cameras. There were five monitors 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 last feed on each monitor. She placed one on the floor behind Max, but for the moment all that was visible was his furry backside. Another, she placed just off to my left, and then one to my right hand, just at the base of the desk with the monitors. When I looked at the monitors, it almost seemed as if I was looking into the camera. I really was secured to the floor. My face was pink with lust and ecstasy, and my pert small knocker hung down tight to my body, jiggling as I twitched and bucked under Max's licking.

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

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

She then placed the television camera about a meter in front of me. The 5th camera, she clipped to the bottom of Max's collar. Now when I looked at the monitors, I could see Max's knife working its magic on my tight picayune anus while my pussy, puffy and red with fervour, drooled.

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

He didn't need any more boost than that. I felt his weighting on my back. As he got his balance, I looked at the monitor. He really was quite big compared to me. I could find, and now could see on the reminder, his cock searching for my pussy. I braced myself, and then felt him slam dance into me. My pained cries and pleasured whimper came back at me through the basement's strait scheme, and only served to inflate my arousal.

"Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Uhn ! Yessss !"I hollered as Max pounded my lost kitty with every ounce of his brutish lastingness. His front legs had my hips in a death grip, and I could feel his hot peter driving mysterious into me and stretching me with each speedy jab."Fuck me ! fuck me, Max ! Oh ! Oh ! Fuuuuuuck !"

I came almost immediately, and just before my muscles clenched in orgasm, Max's air mile popped into me almost without resistance. I howled in the excruciating ecstasy that only comes with knotting. And now that my musculus had contracted, he was in me for the duration. I had given myself to the dogs willingly three times now. Maybe two, if I counted the kitchen, which I still wasn't so sure about. But this orgasm was the most want. Bound as I was, I wanted Max inside me. I wanted to feel his hot throbbing nub filling me up. I wanted his grayback pressing hot and heavy against my clitoris. And when it was all over, I yearned for the release that came with the torrent of cum that would pullulate from me.

For now, I was substance to watch out myself on the multi-camera feed that Miriam had so kindly angle toward me. It was surrealistic, really, seeing myself from all Angle like that. I'm sure I've said it before, but I never really thought of myself as worthy. And yet, pinned under this panting hairy beast and skewered by its red-purple member, 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 teemingness. pleasure was the well-heeled. The nautical mile that was now easing its way out of her pussy was one preindication of that. Another was her buff, who had shown her what it meant to experience sexy.

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

Miriam knelt in front man of me when I'd caught my breathing time."Damn, girlfriend,"she said."You got it good, didn't you ?"

"Mmm hmm,"I moaned.

She unlocked the manacle from the level bolt, and I slid forward, collapsing onto the linoleum, ignoring its coldness against my cutis. My psyche wedged itself firmly between her lovesome thighs.

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

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

"For your mother ?"

Mother. Right. Of course of action. This would do ticket. I kissed the interior of Miriam's thigh. Just fine, I thought.

"You okay ?"

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

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The next few days passed much like the previous. In the morning, Miriam and I would awake, make erotic love, offer ourselves to the detent, and then make breakfast and work on preparing the mansion for Mother's impending visit. Around twelve noon, we would contemplate, let luncheon, and go for a swimming. We left the gate to the kitty sphere open, of course, since we knew there was no level in closing it. And we didn't infliction with swim suits, either. Again, what would hold been the point ? Before we would go inside, the domestic dog would bring us again right there next to the pond, and we would wander back into the water to wash the dog hair off our bodies. At night, we would fix dinner party, work more on our plans and planning, and then let the dogs take us again if they were matter to. They usually were.

By this time, we had learned ways to let the hound take us missionary mode. My knees had started to devil, so one good afternoon, still wet from the pond and with Arthur nudging me to acquire the stance, I instead lay on my back. He looked frustrated and confused, which is not the kind of expression you want to see from a dog like Chester A. Arthur. But I beckoned him forward, and he obliged. When I arched my articulatio coxae up to gather his, he immediately got the message and lunged forward. After all this time, it was the commencement time I'd been fucked on my back, except with Miriam, of course. The difference was amazing, and I loved the way hot dog cum felt as it poured out of my slit, down between my stooge cheeks, and over my crumple anus. I honestly looked forward to exploring the to the full extent of my sexuality—after female parent's visit.

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

"You okay, Dee ?"she asked.

"It's just boldness,"I said.

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

"We're free,"I said.

I went downstairs to draw coffee and Arthur followed. Max stayed with Miriam. That was something that bugged me. After all this time, the dogs never once let down their guard or let one of us out of their slew. I wondered what would happen when mother arrived. Would they obey her over me ? I didn't doubtfulness it. After all, it was us that obeyed them. I realized my plan relied too much on Mother waiting until the aright sentence 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 say the frank to take me ripe then and there ?"I asked.

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

"Right,"I said, taking a bass hint as I tried to hope in our design."I know. I'm just overthinking it again."

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

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

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

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

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

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It was around four in the afternoon, and Miriam and I were passing the time looking through the swim wooing in the guest way upstairs, when the auditory sensation of the gate made my philia start again.

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

I nodded. It was showtime.

We heard a knock on the door, and suddenly, Miriam slipped a hand into my shorts and pressed a finger into my pussycat. I gasped and yelped as quietly as I could.

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

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

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

"Daniella !"mother called from the foyer, door shutting and locking behind her. She never locked a doorway unless she planned on staying to a greater extent than an hour.

I got up and walked out of the Edgar Guest way and to the Roger Bannister that overlooked the bread and butter room. There she stood, prim and regal as ever in bloodless and amber. I must have been blushing quite a bit, because the corners of her rima oris twitched as she held back a grin. It was all the ratification I needed.

"how-do-you-do, mother,"I said as President Arthur slunk up and sat next to me.

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

"He—"I stopped."I just—"

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

When I thought about all the thing that had happened on the various patch of article of furniture, sleeping was not the initiative thing that came to mind.

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

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

"Oh, you're still here,"female parent said.

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

Another twitch at the corners of mother's rima oris told me what she was thinking. I went downstairs to greet her, and Miriam and the dogs followed.

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

"Of track,"Mother said."Fetch a bottle of red from the larder, would you dear ?"

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

"Hm,"she mused."I must be a picayune distracted. I have some agitate intelligence I'd like to share with you. Later, though. It can wait."

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

When I had the nursing bottle loose, I set it on the retort in front of her along with a glass. Now that I looked at the glass, I worried that it didn't look sportsmanlike, mostly because of the liquid valium we had smeared on the inside. It wouldn't be enough to knock her out. We didn't want to have to carry her down the steps. For a import, I didn't think she would fuddle, but when she did, I felt myself relax a bit. Now, it was just a matter of time.

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

"Not exactly,"Miriam said. female parent raised her eyebrows, but said nothing."I'm not her tutor. We're working together. Your daughter is more than capable."

"Of course she is,"mother said dismissively. I felt heat in my cheeks, but tamped down my wrath."How are the dogs ? Well behaved, I should hope."

"They're amercement,"I said. I was no actress, so the programme was to be terse. I was supposed to look as if I was hiding something, and Miriam had suggested that I keep my reaction unforesightful than I might otherwise. I had not empathize her reasoning until now, when female parent's reaction—the look in her eyes—turned gleeful and predatory.

Miriam, however, was an actress. Ever since mother had come through the door, Miriam's intact demeanor had shifted to the tip where I barely recognized her. She looked wear upon, stressed, and shamed by something, but too proud to admit any of it. During the preceding days, Miriam would take the air carelessly through the sign and around the grounds, and if one of the detent 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 sight, always keeping both dog in forepart of her. If I had not known better, I would hold thought she was afraid of him. And clearly, that's what Mother was thinking. One could almost see the dollar augury in her eyes.

Soon, female parent's eyes started to turn a little glassy and her move a little more unenrgetic. It was almost sentence. I leaned on the counter with my elbow joint."You had something you wanted to tell me ?"I said."Some turn on news, right ?"

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

"Are you sure ?"I said.

"Yes, dear,"she said."Do you have the heating on ?"

"No, Mother,"I said.

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

She tried to wax from her stool at the replication, but had to catch herself. She looked at me and her verbalism changed. cypher seemed to have signified to her for a second, and then I saw it. She knew something was faulty. The impact took her legs out from under her.

It took us a few mo to get her back to her feet. It was pathetic. She was babbling and slurring, and I almost felt bad for her. We carefully led her down the stairs into the cellar, and it wasn't until we sat her in the chair in movement of the computing device monitor lizard that she truly figured out what had happened.

I started playing the video, starting with the very firstly brush, and her eyes watched the screens in shock, at world-class, and then lust. It was not until the telecasting showed me willingly getting down on my hands and knee and letting Max mount me as I cooed and whimpered in ecstasy that her lust shriveled into horror.

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

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

I hadn't expected to cry out. I hadn't been persona of the plan, but here we were. My own female parent, the most terrorize person I had ever known, now trembled in social movement of me. I grabbed her wrist and held it up. She tried to deplume away, but I was younger and stronger, and her stupefaction gave me all the help I needed. Miriam fastened each of the leather turnup to her wrist as I held them up in spell. Mother regarded them in mental rejection, but was too stunned to say anything. It was only when Miriam fastened a dog collar around her neck that she found her voice.

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

I stared into her eyes."It's too late, Mother,"I said. With that, I began unbuttoning her blouse from the tail. When at hold out I undid the top button, I peeled it away. She had taken her care off the telecasting to look at me, but they were still running. Straddling her as I was, I could only hear bark, growling, and moan of pleasure and infliction. When I unclasped her bra, her attention went back to the videos—anything not to look her daughter in the eyes.

mother knocker were, like mine, firm and pale, but had a mother's roundedness to them. I took one of her pink nipples between my digit and squeezed. Her eyes met mine again.

"feel at me,"I said. Even when Miriam fastened the cuffs to her articulatio talocruralis, she kept her eyes on me. I nodded my head vaguely back toward the day-and-night picture of bestial depravity."Why, Mother ? Why would you do this to your own daughter ? Why would you blackjack me like this ?"

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

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

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

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

She tried to stand, but between the Valium, fear, and desperation, she wobbled. Miriam steadied her, but only to unzip the back of her chick. When she finally stood in front of me in only a twain of sheer blanched panties, she again refused to look at me.

"Take off your panties,"I said. Her eyes met mine again. She shook her psyche."I can just cut them off,"I added. To help me underline the billet, Miriam clicked a leather leash onto one of the steel rings on her collar.

Hesitantly, mother hooked her fingers under the tenuous cotton and peeled them down. When she stepped out of them, Miriam and I led her to the spot on the floor with the steel loop topology. She recognized it, of course, and her intimation caught in her throat. But she had no time to react. Miriam tugged the trinity firmly.

"Kneel,"she said, not unkindly.

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

Miriam and I locked her hands and feet to the cringle on the floor, and when she had had a moment to squirm, we locked her knee in place, just as we had mine. We had taken our clock time, and by the clip Miriam looped the leash loosely through the steel bolt below female parent's neck, the valium had worn off. The cold ardor I recognized returned to Mother's eyes, but it was tempered by old memory board of submission.

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

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

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

"Do I ?"I pulled the troika enough to put tension on the collar."I guess we're about to find 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 wrong reaction. Miriam clicked her fingers.

"Max !"Miriam called.

"Wait !"mother said in a sudden panic as she heard the tick-ticking of claws on the floor somewhere behind her.

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

I ran my helping hand up Miriam's smooth brownish peg and up to her shapely butt. mother refused to oppose until I leaned forward on my articulatio genus and kissed my girlfriend's sex, at which tip her centre locked onto the nexus of our flesh. I licked the length of Miriam's slit and turned briefly to Mother."Want a taste ?"I asked as innocently as I could sound.

Mother's eye focused straight ahead, but I began to hear little throaty oink as Max's tongue worked its magic. I began licking Miriam's cunt in earnest now, her mouthful and scent sending waves of arousal radiating out from my belly. I began sucking and teasing her clit, and Miriam moaned.

Max took this as his signal, apparently, and when I heard the jingle of his arrest and the oink from mother as he put his weight on her back, I turned my aid to watch, continuing to rub down 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 acutely smell, but was interrupted when Max's cock thrust into her. She shrieked just as I had the 1st time. It was eerie how often she sounded like me in this regard.

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

Max, as always, gave her no prison term to adjust 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 drawers in the process.

I laid Miriam down and plunge back into her pussy, and soon enough her groan mingled with Mother's staccato plaint and the squelching strait of bestial sex. Max had become famous around the household for lasting a long time before knotting, and now he was demonstrating the extent of his endurance. His forepaws gripped mother by her hips, and each jackhammering push sent shockwaves through her flesh and, it seemed, her individual as well. Copious canine precum dripped from her pussy, and as mother's yell softened into whimper, I suspected that some of the wet was hers.

Suddenly, Mother's middle shooter unfastened, and she yelped. Max had stopped moving. They were tied. Miriam stroked my nous and sat up. Reluctantly, I unglued my lips from her pussy.

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

"Don't be ridiculous, female parent,"I said kneeling on one side 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 pinch."This was for me, after all."

Miriam knelt on the other side of meat of her and stroked her finger's breadth up from Mother's breast to her mentum, making the woman gasp almost silently. mother clenched her eyes, but Miriam's fingers directed her chin gently upward so they were eye to eye."But just in fount you somehow don't know,"Miriam said,"he's got his mile in you and the affectionateness you feel in your belly is his cum. Feels amazing doesn't it ?"

Mother forced her face away, but with each motion of her body and spasm of Max's cock inside her, it was obvious she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure. At first base it was little oink, and then soft groan, but after about ten mo of being locked in love with the sheepherder, pant and moans came unselfconsciously. As a good deal as I wanted to see female parent meet for what she had done to me, I'm not a sadist at heart. The distributor point of this was the television, or at least it had started out that way. Now, I wanted her to find the way I felt. I needed her to experience what I had. I wanted her to demote just as I had broken, with pleasure.

So, as Max's naut mi ground up against her clit and g-spot, I began running my paw over her organic structure, feeling mild womanly curves where, for a yearn time, I had suspected that there was only stone. Miriam started doing the same, and before farsighted mother had relaxed and her moans filled the basement.

When eventually, Max's Calidris canutus began to ease out of her, I ran my deal 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 occlusion !"

Miriam looked at me with full eye. It was my mother, after all. My mother was shaking in orgasm as I massaged her clit. I just shrugged and used my former hand to massage one of her breasts.

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

What she did observation was Miriam kneeling in front of her. Her regard had been fixed on the tile, but now her optic followed Miriam's smooth mocha skin up from her knee to the nexus of her pegleg, over her tight Cy Young belly up to her house flawless breasts, and then, finally, up to fulfil her sort dark eyes.

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

Mother's face was a fuddle of disarray and psychical bother. 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 intelligence undiluted.

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

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

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

Before female parent had a luck to retort, Miriam lifted female parent's face until it was point with her breasts. This meant that mother had to come off her cubital joint. As I watched, Miriam leaned in. Instead of shying away or dodging, female parent opened her mouth and accepted my girl's nipple. At commencement, she mainly seemed to suck on it, but then I saw her natural language go to lick, swirling around Miriam's toilsome black nub.

"Mmm…"Miriam sighed."Yes… that's it."

Watching as mother licked and sucked my girl's mamilla, I began to feel my body shiver I was so horny. But I was also feeling a bit left-out. I moved myself behind Miriam, and kissed her neck and ear. Mother switched to the other side all on her own, and Miriam moaned softly under our merge kisses.

I slid my hand down Miriam's smooth belly and stopped when I came to the wetness between her pegleg. The feel of her wily labia intoxicated me in a way zilch else could. She moaned and bore down, and for a moment her hungry sex grasped my digit in its hot wet embrace. My fingers slid out of her and traced up against her hot little button, and she shook and let out a chew out breath. Miriam ran her fingers through female parent's hair and down her neck and shoulders, eliciting a soft moan. Mother in turn looked up at me, and for the first clip, I saw lustfulness in her heart. It was still veiled by stern stubbornness, but it was there.

Miriam sat herself down and reclined back onto my knees as I knelt. Her drooling pussy was situated directly under Mother's chin, the request clear, but mother stared straight ahead at me. I took the leash in one hired man and pulled gently but firmly. Fed through the steel loop in the floor, the tension in the ternion pulled Mother's head down until she was again forced down onto her elbows.

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

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

"It's easy,"Miriam said, running her men through Mother's hairsbreadth again."But if you want, Dee can help you along."

I readied myself to commit Thomas More on the trinity, but suddenly felt it go slack as Mother lowered herself the respite of the way. Miriam gasped in titillating delight as Mother's tongue made contact with her aching pussy."Yessss,"she moaned.

Mother gave my girlfriend another provisional lick, and another, and another. She was getting the hang of it, all right. Miriam arched up toward her, and Mother's lips sealed themselves to the wet young sex in front of her. I couldn't see what was Mother was doing with her lingua, but from the way Miriam writhed against me, it was all good.

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

Without removing her oral fissure from my girlfriend's pussy, she just shook her head. Miriam, if she heard our words, was certainly in no state to answer. Her fingers grasped at mother's fuzz as she panted.

In the trace, I heard a soft mystifying puffing sound, and when I looked up, I saw Arthur waiting in the wings, shifting his system of weights from side to side. In a moment when mother had her eyes closed, I motioned for him to join us, and he padded up behind Mothers up-thrust behind, and snuffled around, taking in her womanly odor. His vibrissa must experience tickled the binding of her thighs, because her heart shot capable and she tried to deplumate away. Miriam's fingers were so entwined in her fuzz, however, that the effort proved futile. A couple licks from the Rottweiler, and her heart rolled back in her head. Chester Alan Arthur's trouncing, as always, was fast and heavy, and even more so because he was getting loose-fitting seconds.

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

Mother, for reasonableness that I couldn't understand, continued to suck and lick at Miriam's button until Arthur's licking became too much. She raised her face, slick with my girlfriend's juices, and panted. Whatever I thought of her before, she no longer resembled the fair sex I had known for nineteen days. Instead, I saw desire. On one level, I saw her intimate hungriness override her humiliation. And on another, I saw her as desirable, almost as an sr. adaptation of me. Her face reminded me of my own in the video recording. This recognition happened, I think, in the quad of a few seconds, however, because Mother had only caught her breather for a moment before Arthur's substantive paws wrapped around her hips.

He thrust once or twice, and then he was in. It was not gentle, and mother's case twisted into a collage of pain and pleasure as she screamed, first silently and then seemingly with her altogether torso 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 recover. I knelt next to the wailing, grunting woman, and smoothed her hair."We both know many time over."

She continued her staccato whimpering, but turned her oral sex to face up at me. Her eyes devoured my body, coming to rest between my peg. I had freshly shaved the hair from my crotch, no difficult task considering my hair was very well and light-haired all over. I could see Mother trying to show her daughter's tight young pussy filled up with the massive dog cock that was currently pounding into her helpless body.

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

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

"Good,"I said, and then accomplish a hand under her thorax and massaged her breasts as she came."I'm really glad you're commencement to delight them. They may make been an unwished surprise at low gear, but it really is unbelievable. Honestly, you'd probably have found it difficult to find oneself me a husband who could consume their place. 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 unharmed breathing space leaving her, as Arthur's ravel pushed into her and persist."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 blank space in front of female parent unoccupied, so I took my luck. I lay down, my aching pussy only an column inch from female parent's face.

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

female parent didn't need to be encouraged a second time. She dipped her face down in the mouth and kissed me square on the scuttle to my holiest of sanctum. Her breath was hot and speedy as King Arthur's slub reason around inside her, and for a moment I thought that alone might have me twitching in orgasm. When her tongue slid along my slit and dipped into me just enough to find my clit, I arch my back and grabbed my own breasts, feeling erotic, incestuous lightning firing through my consistence every which way.

"Wow,"Miriam breathed.

Mother's tongue felt incredible, and her sonant rim, coated with my succus, were pure heaven. She wasn't just pleasuring me or trying to get me to orgasm as quickly as potential. She was making love to me. I could feel it in the way she took her clip to find my favorite berth and loosen them, stoking inside of me an erotic fire that began to sunburn out of ascendance. I lost mastery of my arm, feeling them shiver at my sides, unable to perform anything but the most BASIC function. I raised my head a little and our center met. Her gaze burned into mine and I saw for the first meter what she had wanted all along. It wasn't submission or servitude. It wasn't television or my body. It was me. She wanted me, and she had me. And I had her.

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

Orgasm wracked my consistency, and I thought I might pass on out. Her lips and tongue continued to go on me, and I came again in rapid chronological succession. And there it was : a smile, a echt smile. Had she broken ? I still don't know, even to this day.

When I eventually pulled myself away, I curled up on the flooring panting watching her orgasm again as President Arthur's knot and gigantic penis slipped from her.

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

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

"It was amazing,"she said. After a long intermission."I just bid it had been under punter 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 secernate the pawl to attack her, but I shot her a look.

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

Mother put a hand on my girlfriend's articulatio humeri."Go ahead,"Mother said."With the first off part, at to the lowest degree. I'll assistant. I used to be a TV producer, you know."

When she kissed Miriam on the lips, the daughter's oculus were a hustle of mix-up."I don't understand,"Miriam said.

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

"deary,"she said."You're going to see much more of me from now on. Much more. After all, you helped my daughter become the woman she is today. I'll have to come up fashion to thank you."

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

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

"Thank you, Mother,"I said.

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

"Thanks, ma,"I said.

"Or mom."

We all laughed in rest period, passion, and exhaustion.

"Gee, thanks mom. ”