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Subject: {ASSM} cuyahoga.003 [urfe] [new]
Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 07:10:03 -0500
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                                            as falls cuyahoga,
                                      so falls cuyahoga falls

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The thick shag rug is the color of old wool. The blond girl lies on
her stomach, wearing white ankle socks and a nasty little grin biting
her lower lip. The redhead sits cross-legged beside her wearing a pair
of striped bikini underpants and no socks. Vanessa Cuyahoga leans on
the railing of the balcony above them and sighs.

Hello, girls, she says.

The redhead yelps, looks around wildly, hands scrambling to cover her
tits and underwear. The blonde turns to look up and over her shoulder,
then rolls over slowly as the redhead grabs a pillow off the big
sectional sofa and pulls it over herself. The blonde smiles lazily,
her hand still idly stroking her pussy. Hey, Mom, she says. You're
home early.

Mrs. C, says the redhead. Um. We, uh. We were -

The woman on the wallmounted flat-screen television begins to moan
loudly over the snakey fat bass and the snarky horns of the
soundtrack. Oh, yes, yes, yes - !

Just don't make a mess, says Vanessa. Or too much noise.

In her room, Vanessa shrugs out of her black car coat and lets it fall
to the pale wood floor. Watered sunlight leaks through gauzy blinds.
She peers under a cluttered table by a futon unrolled in the middle of
the floor, then pulls aside the mirrored doors of a long shallow
closet lining one wall and begins opening drawers set in the bottom of
it, close to the floor. The closet is filled with black clothing,
cotton and silk, linen, leather, gleaming plastic and PVC.

The blond girl leans in the doorway and watches a moment. Idly
scratches just above her navel. Mom?

Addison, says Vanessa, not looking up from the drawer kneeling over,
have you seen the keys to the handcuffs anywhere?

No, says Addison. What's up, Mom? She looks at the handcuffs dangling
from Vanessa's wrist.

We're going to get the infinity pool, says Vanessa. They start next
week. Dammit. I need to get this damn thing off -

Do you have a barette or a hairpin or something? says Addison.

Sinking back on her heels, Vanessa waves in the direction of her
bathroom. Addison's socks whisper across the floor. A stuttering flash
of fluorescent light, a rattle of acouterments. Vanessa runs her
uncuffed hand stiff-fingered through her wind-tangled hair. Tugs at
the hem of her skirt, too short to cover her ass sitting like this.
Addison kneels beside her and holds out one hand, and Vanessa puts her
cuffed wrist in it.

Where'd you learn to do that? says Vanessa, as Addison tinkers with
the hairpin and the cuffs.

Around, says Addison. About. These aren't your cuffs.

No, says Vanessa.

We - I didn't know you were coming home so early. Otherwise -

It's fine, says Vanessa. I thought you were seeing whatshername.
Timmi.

The cuff pops open. Mom. Timmi was, like, over in June.

Oh. Vanessa smiles absently, rubbing her wrist.

That's Edie.

Oh.

She's cool. She's, you know. Into it more than she thinks she is. Do
you, um..?

Yes?

Addison grins, biting her lower lip. I mean. If you wanted to.

Some other time, Addy. Vanessa gently kisses Addison, who puts a hand
on her mother's hip, bare flesh there between camisole and skirt, and
kisses back, her mouth opening. Vanessa sits up, shaking her head.
Some other time. I just need to lie down for a bit.

We could all just lie down for a bit, says Addison, and she kisses
Vanessa again. Vanessa pinches Addison's nipple sharply, and Addison
jerks back, ow! No, says Vanessa. Now leave your poor tired mother
alone.

You're no fun, says Addison, climbing to her feet.

That's right. I'm an old fuddy. So go fuck your girlfriend already.

In the doorway, Addison turns, biting her lip in a grin held back. Can
I, uh, can we borrow the toybox?

If it gets you out of my hair, says Vanessa.

Addison skips over to the closet and pulls out a long flat box of
creamy translucent plastic. Thanks, Mom. You're the sexy best.

Vanessa, unsmiling, closes her eyes.

Vanessa stands. Vanessa kicks off her sensible shoes. Unhooks, unzips
the microskirt. Lets it fall. Vanessa pulls the camisole over her head
and drops it. Takes a step towards the mirrored closet door. Another.
Black hair just past her shoulders in need of a maintenance cut. She
touches gingerly an angry red mark half-hidden on her right temple.
Small wrinkles crack the corners of her blue eyes, of her mouth. Pale
lips the lipstick from which has hastily been blotted. Tits with more
bounce yet than sag, nipples large and soft now in the still heat of
this room. Sidelong. Vanessa runs a hand down the curve of her belly.
Along the bald mound of her pussy. Her other hand sidles down her ass.

Bathroom lights stutter back to life. The walls are covered with
mirror-Vanessas, a sudden bewildering forest of arms pulling hundreds
of thick white towels from hundreds of linen shelves, reaching out for
hundreds of gleaming brass shower faucets. The far wall of the shower
is a window, looking out over the hillside, dry brown and yellow and
gold, the slow stepped fall of her house, glass walls and flat grey
gravelled roofs. Vanessa stares out the window, her back to the
hundreds of mirrored Vanessa backs, black mirrored Vanessa hair
turning blacker, flattening with the weight of hot water like thick
rain falling from the brass shower head the size of a plate, mirrored
Vanessa buttocks and thighs streaming wet, all of these hundreds of
mirror-Vanessas slowly dissolving in fog and steam.

Vanessa, damp, sits naked on the low white futon. All of the blinds
have been opened and the room is filled with white afternoon light. A
deep breath, and she draws her knees up to her chest, crosses her
ankles. Wraps her arms about her legs and lays her forehead on her
knees.

Mom! You little - Let go! I'm telling! No you won't! Mom! You leave
her alone! Mom! She's in the living room, Mom! says the girl in the
doorway, long light brown hair whipping as she turns her head. We're
never supposed to do that stuff in there! The girl in the doorway is
wearing a tank top, low-slung jeans, rings glint from her toes. Bare
feet slapping and here's Addison almost crashing into her, Addison
who's pulled off even her socks. Mom said we could, you little brat!

Don't call me a little brat!

I'll call you whatever the fuck I like, you little teacher's slut!

You sleazy lesbo skank!

Alexandra! Addison! And both girls stop dead.

You said we could, says Addison, sullen.

That's enough, snaps Vanessa, climbing to her feet. That's enough from
both of you. Where's Edie? I suppose you left her in the den? You'd
better go make sure she hasn't decided to sneak away from all this
ugly noise. And Addison - you'd better pick everything up and take it
all back to your room.

Mom - !

I know I said you could, but I shouldn't have. And you should have
known better than to try in the first place.

But the TV's better -

Now, young lady. Alexandra? she says, as Addison turns to go. What
have I told you about getting angry when you're really just
uncomfortable?

That I shouldn't. But I was angry. Too.

Yes, but you were uncomfortable. And you were taking it out on your
sister.

Yes, ma'am.

And Vanessa sighs and kisses Sandy lightly and smiles and says, Why
don't you go get online or play a video game or something while I get
Addy and Edie squared away.

But she wasn't supposed to be doing that there.

Now, Sandy.

In the bathroom, reaching for a white terrycloth robe, Vanessa stops.
Looks at herself. All herselves. Lifts a hand to her lips. Smiles,
pinching her lip between thumb and forefinger. Her chuckle is low and
throaty and terribly amused with itself.

God damn it, mutters Addison, she said we could. She scoops up a
double handful, an exuberant rainbow of phalluses. No fucking fair.
She dumps them into the toybox. Why sure, says the blonde on the
television screen, unzipping her bright green latex dress. That sounds
like fun.

How did you - ? asks Edie, naked but for a bit of black webbing
wrapped about her waist and one thigh, her hair hanging down as she
peers at it, worrying a buckle with her hands. I can't -

Squeeze the prongs to either side, says Vanessa, and Edie yelps again.

We're almost done, Mom, says Addison. Mmm, says the blonde on the
television screen, as a hand creeps into her panties. Oh, that's nice.

Vanessa steps lightly down the narrow spiral staircase from the
balcony, a long black silk robe floating behind her, a corner of it
flowing over the edge of the steps, her long legs bare with every step
almost to the sash loosely tied at her waist. Or if you give me a
moment, says Vanessa, I can help you.

And Addison folds her arms under her little bare tits and bites her
lower lip.

Um, says Edie, as Vanessa steps behind her, Mrs. C, as Vanessa's arms
wrap around her, reaching for the buckle, I, um, as Vanessa's head
leans over her shoulder, black hair slithering over Edie's shoulder,
um, thanks, as the buckle pops under Vanessa's fingers. Vanessa lets
go, and the harness slides down Edie's legs, and Vanessa straightens,
putting her hands on Edie's shoulders.

Oh, yeah, fuck me! says the blonde on the television screen.

What were you girls up to? asks Vanessa.

Um, says Edie, that is, I mean -

I was going to have Edie fuck me with a strap-on, says Addison.

Um, says Edie, oh, geeze, I mean, maybe I should just -

Edie, says Vanessa, and the girl freezes. Vanessa reaches around her
carefully, and takes Edie's chin between her thumb and forefinger,
turns her head back and tilts it up, slightly. Oh, says the blonde on
the television screen, oh, your pussy is so wet. Edie's green eyes
open wide and then her lids drop like slow curtains and her lips open
just a little as Vanessa kisses them, lightly. It's okay, says
Vanessa, smiling.

Mm-hmm, says Edie, not opening her eyes.

Vanessa kisses her again as Addison smiles and Edie sways there like a
tree in a sudden wind, her hands open and her arms coming up and then
down again, uncertain of where to go, what to do, even as she kisses
and is kissed.

I knew it, says Addison.

Addison, says Vanessa, not looking up from Edie's still-closed eyes,
why don't you pull out Plastic Dan?

The blonde on the television screen is lying on her back, her fingers
clawing someone's ass as she lifts her head to plant her face in
someone's pussy. Off to the side there's someone's cock being
vigorously stroked by someone's hand.

Vanessa, sitting on the thick shag rug the color of old wool. Legs
spread, one tenting black silk, the other bare the whole long length
of it, her pussy glistening there in the shadows between. Patting the
rug before her. Go on, she says to Edie, standing before her, looking
from Vanessa to the television to Addison and back again. Sit.

Addison, kneeling by the toybox, eyes bright on her mother, grinning.
Hands in her lap between bare thighs, a thumb toying with dirty blond
curls as short as the dirty blond hair on her head. Reaching out to
open up the toybox again, sifting through it with a soft rattle of
plastic, a slither of latex.

Edie, toes curling in the shag, one hand between her breasts bigger
than Addison's, but not by so much that it matters. Red hair swinging
as she stoops then to sit between Vanessa's legs. An awkward moment,
Vanessa's hands on her shoulders. Not facing her, but back to her,
back against her. Arms in black silk slipping around her, a kiss
nipped to her neck. She sees what Addison is holding up. An obtuse,
lazy V, thick and long, an electric blue not often found in nature,
gleaming slickly in the sunlight. Um, says Edie. Oh. It's, um. Big.

Fuck yes oh my God yes fuck me fuck me yes, says the blonde on the
television screen.

Vanessa's hands between Edie's slim thighs now, gently spreading them
to rest against her own spread legs, black silk, bare skin. Hands
sliding the length of Edie's thighs, down to her tangled reddish-brown
pubic hair and up again, and down her thighs again as Addison crawls
between them, smiling at Edie. Kissing Edie. Edie's arms coming around
Addison then, and Edie kissing back.

Addison, sitting back on her heels, holding up a floppy sheaf of
condoms, and Vanessa shaking her head. Just the two of you, she says,
thumbing Edie's nipple as she slides her fingers along the lips of
Edie's cunt, Edie shivering and sighing. Addison pouting. I'm just
here to help, says Vanessa, holding up her wet fingers to Edie's
mouth. An extra pair of hands. Edie licks Vanessa's fingers, which
then slip right back down between her legs. An extra mouth, says
Vanessa, kissing Edie as she beckons to Addison, then kissing Addison
as she continues to finger Edie.

You know, says different blonde on the television screen, unzipping
her crotch-hugger cut-offs, I've never been massaged by a woman
before.

Mm, Mom, says Addison, as Vanessa licks her chin, kisses her throat,
her lips. You're the sexy best.

Edie's not quite, says Vanessa, not quite ready. Why don't we let her
get to know Dan, while you -

And Addison, down on her elbows between Edie's thighs, the thick blue
length of Dan turning over and over in Edie's curious hands. Oh, says
Edie, sharply, as Addison's ass waves in the air, her giggle muffled
by Edie's pussy.

What do you think? asks Vanessa, smiling as Addison's free hand steals
across her bared knee, the outside of her bared thigh.

Oh, says Edie, um. I, uh. Uh! I think it's, it's neat. It's big.

Do you want to try it?

Edie, slowly, nods.

Let me show you something. The middle. Do you feel that? Where it's
soft? Twist it a little.

Dan begins to buzz, and Edie nearly drops it on Addison's head.

Vanessa smiles. Give it another minute or so, she says, kissing Edie's
cheek. Twisting Dan again in Edie's hands, and Dan falls still. Play
with her ass while she eats you. She loves that. Vanessa reaches out
to find the remote. The image of fingers being swallowed by a
reddish-pink cunt shuts suddenly off the television set.

Naked now, Vanessa sits on her side, legs together, propped on one
arm, stroking Edie's head lying in her lap. Addison kissing Edie's
mouth, her hand between Edie's widespread legs. I think, says Addison,
maybe?

Edie nods.

Kneeling between Edie's legs, Addison holds Dan, brushing Edie's pussy
with one end. Put your hands on it, says Vanessa. Hold it. You're in
control, says Vanessa. You slide it in. You tell it where to go.

Edie nods again.

Dan's head slips up, and Edie pushes it down, and the lips of her cunt
slip around it, and she takes a sharp deep breath. Addison puts a hand
on her arm. Smiling. Vanessa, stroking her hair. Edie takes another
deep breath, and Dan slips a little further inside her. Oh, says Edie,
oh. Gently, says Vanessa. Should I? says Addison. A little, says Edie,
please, push a little, ah! Gently, gently, says Vanessa, no need to
rush.

More? says Addison.

Oh, oh, says Edie, oh yes. Yes. Oh.

Addison pumping now, her back bobbing as she puts her shoulders and
her hips into it, rocking Dan in and out of Edie, Edie's hands
wrapping around it, guiding it, her head tossed back, her hair lapping
over Vanessa's hip. Addison looks to Vanessa, and Vanessa nods, as
Edie trembles between them, moaning. Hon, says Vanessa, reaching
across Edie's body to lay a hand on Dan, slowling now as Edie's hips
jerk. Hang on, hon, says Vanessa, pulling and pushing Dan more slowly
than Addison had. Kneeling forward, Addison kisses Vanessa, and again,
deeply, Edie unknowing moaning beneath them. Then Addison sits back,
kicking her feet forward, spreading her legs. Edie, hon, says Vanessa,
look up. Sit up a little.

Blowing out a heavy breath, Edie opens her eyes. Vanessa kisses her, a
slow and melting kiss. It's time for Addy to join you, says Vanessa.

Edie looks at Addison, looks down. Vanessa has let go. The bright blue
dong stuffed up inside pops out of her at its obtuse angle. She grins
at it. I have a dick, she says.

Fuck and be fucked, says Addison, hiking herself up a little. We need
to scissor our legs, she says, and oh, says Edie, oh, I get it - One
leg over, one leg under, and Addison crabbing forward a little, one
hand back, one hand on Dan, as Vanessa shifts herself so as not to
tangle, holding Dan straight and up again, as Edie bites her lip, oh,
fuck -

Addison smiles, and they all hold still a moment. Oh, says Addison,
mmm - Lowering herself. Oh, oh. Oh.

Sit up a little, Edie, says Vanessa, as Addison rocks back, her butt
on the ground. The two of them joined by less than a handspan now of
bright blue, pussy to pussy.

Oh, says Edie.

Fuck, says Addison, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me.

The girls begin to undulate, slowly at first, red hair swinging, short
blond hair a-bob. Eyes shut in grimacing faces. Legs entwined, small
tits jiggling, fingers clenching shag, a heel pounding. Vanessa
kneeling beside them, still, so still, smiling. Smiling. Green eyes
flying open as Edie looks so suddenly surprised, as if this were the
last thing she expected, flopping against Addison, juddering,
groaning. Let it out, says Vanessa, and Oh, fuck! says Edie, oh my
fucking God!

Hah, says Addison, hah. Sit up. Sit up, Edie. It bends. Sit up. Edie
sits up, a little, and Addison wraps an arm around her, and they pull
themselves to each other, heads rolling into a hungry kiss. Vanessa
kneeling next to them, one arm on Edie's shoulders, one hand on
Addison's ass. Edie kissing Vanessa now, licking her lips, Addison
grinning. Vanessa kissing Addison as Edie licks Vanessa's throat,
Addison beginning to rock again, grunting. Vanessa's hand slipping
between their bellies -

Shit! says Addison, rocking back, as Edie yelps, oh! Oh! Both girls
shuddering as Vanessa rocks back, laughing. Dan's buzz muffled but
clearly audible. You - Mom - you bitch - says Vanessa through clenched
teeth. Edie's head rocks back, oh fuck!

Yeah!

Goddamn!

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!

Vanessa spreads her legs and strokes her own pussy, gently, watching
the scissored girls jerk before her, pussies slapping together, Dan
completely swallowed, gone, inside. Slides one finger inside and rocks
her hand back and forth, in and out. Oh, boy, she says to herself. Oh,
boy.

Oh my fucking - Goddamn! Yes, oh, God! Yes! Edie, damn! Oh! Fuck me,
oh! Addy - Addy - oh, Addy - Jesus, I've - Never - oh, fuck! Fuck me!
Fuck me fuck me fuck me -

Girls! says the man in the doorway, a purple towel hanging low about
his hips. Peter and I are - what is all this commotion -

Hah, says Addison, slowing. Opening her eyes. Rocking still, but
slower, against still-bucking Edie, oh, oh fuck! Hah. Dad. Oh. Hey,
Dad. Oh.

Jackson, says Vanessa, leaning back, still idly stroking her pussy.

Vanessa, says Jackson. Was this your idea? You of all people should
know better than to encourage this sort of behavior in the den.

What do you want, Jackson? says Vanessa. Edie, eyelids fluttering,
slumping against Addison's upraised thigh, Addison catching her hand,
licking it. Biting it as she pumps, lazily.

Peter had an idea, says Jackson, his mouth curling. Looking away. I
was wondering if we could borrow Plastic Dan - what? What's so funny?
Vanessa. Addison! What's so darned funny?

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                                            as falls cuyahoga,
                                      so falls cuyahoga falls
                                             an object lesson.003
                                                 
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