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Ch. 30 Codes: Mf, fff, Mfff, teen, oral, semi-inc, light bdsm
CHAPTER THIRTY
Whatever Giselle's parents were thinking, neither of them showed up at
the house again. Giselle settled in as well as could be expected, and
my concerns about worsening Hayley's mood proved unfounded. She didn't
improve, mind you--but neither did she get any worse. I did my best to
make sure she knew we all cared about her, and I kept telling myself
that it would simply take time. She might have been on the cusp of
womanhood (sixteen was older nowadays than it had been when I was her
age), but she had undergone a couple of major upheavals, and it was
unrealistic not to expect her to be affected.
Marianne fell happily into her role as the "mama-san" of the household,
taking over some of Elizabeth's responsibilities toward Hayley and
working to keep everything running smoothly. Giselle, for her part,
carried her end of the load. Recognizing that it was important for her
self-esteem, I accepted the twenty-five bucks a week she insisted on
giving me out of her salary from working at a nearby pharmacy. It
might have been lunch money for me, but it meant something to her, so I
took it.
A couple of weeks later, Hayley asked me to come to a pep rally at
their school to watch her cheer. The school's basketball team had just
made the playoffs, and both squads would be there. So Friday morning,
I took a couple of hours off and drove over to their school.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I got to the gym, I saw a small
group of parents sitting at one end of the bleachers. I found a seat
near the top. Luckily, Giselle's father didn't appear to be there.
The J.V. squad came out first, and Hayley led them in a series of
cheers, doing their best to rev up the students. I noticed her smiling
at me a few times, and when they were done, she gave me a little wave.
Marianne and the varsity girls came out next, and as she was leading
the squad in a cheer, I had a sudden flashback to my own high school
days. Sitting on a bleacher much like this one, forlornly watching
Beth Dunbar dance and prance around our gym. Knowing that my feelings
for her were pathetic and pathetically unrequited, but unable to
control them. I didn't know what to call it now--irony, poetic
justice, or coincidence--but here I sat having both her daughters madly
in love with me and eagerly climbing into my bed.
I wondered, not for the first time, if I should ever tell Marianne the
whole truth. I wanted to, simply because I didn't like keeping secrets
from her, but I had no idea how she would react. A sister-sister trio
appeared to be no big deal to her. Mother-daughter would probably be
something else, even if I had never so much as laid a finger on Beth
Dunbar, on her shiny Marcia Brady hair and her overloaded sweaters. I
had *wanted* to, that and so much more, and that might be the important
element to Marianne.
I came out of my retrospection to realize that someone nearby was
glaring at me. It took me a moment or two to recognize him: Randy,
Marianne's ex-boyfriend, who sat a few rows down. He maintained the
glare for another second or two, then looked away.
When the pep rally finally broke up, Marianne gave me a wink and ran
off with the other cheerleaders. She and Hayley knew better than to
approach me in front of everyone--we had discussed the importance of
discretion--so I wasn't disappointed with their limited attentions. I
filed out of the gym with the parents and student and went back to work.
I had a very demanding job, and I normally ate lunch at my desk, even
on days when I hadn't spent two hours out of the office on personal
business. I was buried in a pile of SEC disclosures and due diligence
reports around twelve-fifteen when my intercom buzzed.
"Yeah?"
"Steve, there's a Tiffany Michaels here to see you."
Whoa, I thought. Some kind of emergency?
"Send her back."
Tiffany appeared in my office about a minute later. She wore jeans and
a spandex cowl-neck T-shirt, but more importantly she also wore a sly
grin that eased my concern, whatever she was doing here in the middle
of the day. She closed the door behind her.
"Hi, Steve."
"Tiff. Dare I ask what you're doing here this time of day?"
"I'm here on orders from your girlfriend."
My jaw dropped slightly.
"Oh."
"I asked her to give me something really wild and daring to do. A
slave thing, you know? So she told me to come here and give you a bj.
And I have to carry your cum back to school in my mouth and show it to
her afterwards."
I gulped.
"I'm pretty busy here."
She stepped around my desk and pushed her way between my thighs.
"I'll be quick."
Not waiting for anything else, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my
slacks. I glanced at the door, then at the windows to my office. I
had a big corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows, but thankfully
the outside was heavily polarized. My real concern was someone walking
in on this.
Tiffany found my dick and sucked it into her mouth. I was completely
limp at first, still half in shock, but she went to work getting me
up. I leaned back in my chair and put my hands on her head. As I
began to erect, she worked on me more purposefully, long smooth strokes
to the back of her throat, holding it there until she started to gag,
then dragging her teeth over the underside as she withdrew. Up and
down she went like that for several minutes. She held the base of my
erection with one hand and played with my balls with the other.
As she felt me growing close, she began doing a little dance and
flutter over the head with her tongue, spinning it around, then
plunging back down as far as she could go. I groaned, my hands turning
to fists in her hair. She withdrew a little, holding just the head
between her lips and tongue, and began sucking and bobbing rapidly.
This eager lingual massage soon had me on the brink. I gasped,
convulsing in my chair, and spurted off into her mouth. She sucked it
up as it came, pumping out the last bits with her fist.
She leaned back, smiling, and returned my deflating dick to my pants.
She zipped me up and stood.
"Thanks," I gasped. She smiled as best she could with a mouthful of
semen, gave me a little wave, and left.
I had caught my breath after a few minutes and tried to get back to
work. At two-fifty, my intercom buzzed again.
"Marianne," the receptionist said. She knew about our relationship,
just not how young my girlfriend really was. I picked up the phone.
"Hey."
"Did you like your little present?"
I laughed softly.
"You could say that."
"She was jonesing for me really hard this morning, you know, doing her
slave flirting thing. She wanted me to give her something daring to
do. So I thought of you."
"Did she really go all the way back to school with, um . . ."
She giggled.
"Yep. I told her to come back with a mouthful of cum or it didn't
count. I don't know how she managed to do it, but she did. That was
her lunch today. That and a Diet Coke. She didn't get back in time
for anything else."
"Jesus."
"She had fun. She really gets off on this stuff."
"I've noticed."
"I'll let you go. I've got to get to class. I love you."
"You too, Kitten."
I got home that night to find the three girls making dinner. I kissed
each one in turn and got myself a beer from the fridge. Marianne
looked up from the salad she was making.
"Babe? You know that our Spring Break is in a week, don't you?"
"You're going up to see your mother. There's no discussion about that."
"I know, but you're coming with us, right?"
"You need some quality time with your mom. I don't want to get in the
way of that."
She and Hayley looked at me entreatingly.
"Babe, you know she lives in the dorm," Marianne went on. "We can't
stay with her. We have to get a hotel room anyway. Can't you just
come with us, just to be there? You won't have to do anything."
"Clear it with your mom first. And don't lean on her about it."
"I already did. She doesn't mind. She wants to see you too. I called
up there and found us a room near the campus."
"I can stay here and housesit," Giselle said. "I won't, like, throw a
party or anything."
"Okay. I guess that will work."
Marianne and Hayley both smiled.
"Thanks."
After dinner, I called the hotel Marianne had found and got a suite
with enough room for all three of us. I also called Elizabeth to touch
base, and she assured me that she didn't mind having me up there. I
wondered how she had gotten to this apparent friendliness from
initially wanting to castrate me. It occurred to me that it might be
some form of rationalization, since having me in her daughters' lives
allowed her to free herself from hers and pursue a long-suppressed
desire. Then again, she might just like me after all.
That Friday, I returned home to find Marianne, Hayley, and Tiffany
lounging around the den watching television.
"Where's Giselle?"
"She and Ashley went out," Marianne said. "What do you feel like
doing?"
"I'm a little punchy. I'd rather just hang out at home tonight."
"That's cool," Hayley said. "We couldn't decide what to do either."
"Wanna order a pizza?" Marianne asked.
"Sure. Go for it."
I went upstairs to change clothes, and when I returned, Marianne and
Hayley hadn't moved, but Tiffany was on the floor in front of the TV
set, poking through the adult videos. She looked up when I came in,
face tinged ever so slightly with embarrassment.
"Porno night?" I asked.
"Could we?"
"I'm down with it," Marianne said. "Pick something out."
I squatted down next to Tiffany and rooted through the collection.
Given her predilections, I had an idea about what might be good
tonight. Buried in the back, as I hadn't watched it in years, was
Andrew Blake's "House of Dreams," a random, artsy exploration of BDSM.
I put in the tape and sat down on the couch between Marianne and
Hayley. Marianne pulled me back to lie against her chest, and Hayley
lay back against me. Tiffany took the chair across the room as the
tape started.
The movie was framed as long dream sequence, with the main female
character moving from one kinky encounter to the next, fantasizing
about being both a Domme and a sub. Marianne and Hayley found it
amusing, Hayley more than Marianne, but Tiffany was positively
transfixed. I nudged Marianne about a third of the way through. She
smiled and hugged me.
"Knew it," she said softly.
The pizza arrived while the movie was still going, and we ate as we
watched the rest of it. It finally ended just before nine.
Marianne sat up behind me and stretched. She turned slowly toward
Tiffany and leered.
"Did you like that, slave?"
Tiffany glanced over at us, and though she was already very turned on,
I could see the aroused flush on her chest deepening.
"Yes."
"Go get into uniform. I need you tonight."
Tiffany practically jumped off the chair and went for her purse. She
carried it into the downstairs bathroom and shut the door. Hayley
watched her leave and then looked back at us, eyes wide with
fascination.
"What is she doing?"
"You'll see. Do you want her?"
Hayley quivered very slightly.
"You mean--"
"Do you want her to fuck you? Eat you out? Something like that? She
will if I tell her to."
Hayley gulped.
"Um. Sure."
"Get up. Stand over there."
Hayley got off the couch and stood in the center of the room. Tiffany
emerged a few moments later, having stripped completely naked. She
wore nothing but the nipple clips, her clit leash, and a deeply aroused
flush.
She came up to the couch, but Marianne waved her off.
"Give your leash to Hayley."
She did.
"Now undress her."
Tiffany helped Hayley out of her clothes, and Hayley was soon as naked
as she was. She grinned at us nervously, then turned to Tiffany.
"Eat me."
Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of her. Hayley spread her legs a
few inches, and Tiffany reached up to take Hayley's butt in her hands.
Marianne and I lay together, watching Tiffany's tongue working busily
in Hayley's blonde pussy. Hayley was soon groping at Tiffany's head
and moaning, rocking her hips back and forth. Tiffany was short enough
that she had to tip her head back to get her tongue in position, and
that gave us a perfect view of what she was doing.
We watched for a few minutes as Hayley grew closer and closer to
orgasm. The scent of arousal, Hayley's and Tiffany's, was thick in the
air, as thick as Hayley's ragged breathing. Marianne squirmed under
me, and I sat up. She wriggled out of her top, then her jeans, and got
to her feet.
Hayley cried out, legs buckling, holding Tiffany's face tightly against
her sex. She shook in orgasm for as long as she could stand it before
staggering backwards and collapsing into the armchair behind her.
Tiffany smiled, wiping her mouth quickly, and looked toward Marianne.
"My turn. Come here."
Tiffany turned around and crawled up in front of Marianne. Marianne
stepped forward over her mouth, and Tiffany was soon back to work.
I stood and removed my clothes, watching Marianne groping at her
breasts, hanging her head back and gasping at what Tiffany was doing.
I glanced at Hayley, who was resting in the armchair, watching them
languidly.
Tiffany's tongue was blur against Marianne's clit and labia, and she
brought her to orgasm in a only a minute or two. Marianne struggled to
remain standing, gripping Tiffany's hair in her hands, refusing to let
her stop. Finally she jerked away, lost her balance, and dropped
unsteadily to the floor.
"Shit. Shit."
Tiffany glanced at me, grinning at what she had done and waiting to see
what I wanted. I had a feeling that Marianne had some kind of script
in mind, so I stayed where I was. I could see between Tiffany's thighs
from where I stood, and she looked so wet and turned on that she was
probably dripping onto the carpet.
Hayley slid to the floor and crawled up next to Tiffany, sitting back
on her ankles as Tiffany was doing. She ran her fingers through
Tiffany's hair a few times, then leaned forward to kiss her. Tiffany
let her, not moving, but returning the kiss. Hayley leaned further
forward, pushing Tiffany onto her back, and crawled above her.
She broke the kiss after a few more seconds, and slid down to suckle at
Tiffany's pierced nipples. Tiffany moaned softly and put her arms over
Hayley.
Marianne rose up on her knees and slithered over in front of me.
"Having fun?"
"Always."
She took my erection in one hand and pulled it to her mouth. She
sucked on me rapidly, tormenting me mercilessly with that damned stud
in her tongue. She looked up at me the entire time, watching my
reaction to what she was doing. I had to grit my teeth and tighten the
muscles in my legs to keep from losing my balance.
Behind her, Hayley had descended between Tiffany's thighs, and was now
doing her best to return the favor. Her tongue fluttered slowly but
steadily over Tiffany's bald sex, flicking at the stud, pushing it back
and forth. Tiffany was writhing on her back, pinching and pulling on
the studs in her nipples.
Marianne suddenly withdrew.
"Go fuck her."
"Who?"
"Hayley. Right now."
She pushed me toward her sister and then crawled over toward Tiffany.
As I positioned myself behind Hayley and slipped between her firm
thighs, Marianne threw her leg over Tiffany's head and squatted down on
her mouth.
Thus I got to watch this daisy chain in front of me as I thrust into
Hayley, Hayley eating Tiffany, Tiffany eating Marianne while still
punishing her nipples with her fingers. Marianne was facing me, and
her eyes bored into mine, trying to join with me through the bodies
between us. Hayley was soon bucking back at me, and Tiffany began to
thrash between the two blondes. She shrieked and came hard, but only
broke her rhythm eating Marianne for a few seconds. I felt Hayley's
fingers brushing my balls as she played with herself.
Marianne suddenly leaned forward over Tiffany, pushing her head down
next to Hayley's. The two girls were now eating Tiffany in unison, two
tongues thrashing at her clit from different directions. It only
lasted a few more seconds though, before Marianne reared back again,
gripping her big breasts, and came all over Tiffany's face.
That was too much for me, and I cried out myself, pounding Hayley's
butt from behind. I shuddered, spurting off inside her, just as I felt
her coming around me. I pushed her forward onto Tiffany as I coasted
down, and Marianne leaned forward to kiss me. She frenched me deeply
for a few seconds before giggling.
"That was fun."
I could only grunt at her. I pulled out of Hayley and rolled over onto
my back. Marianne flopped down next to me. I watched as Tiffany
pulled Hayley up to her mouth and lapped up the cum that was oozing
down her thighs. When she had it all, she dug her tongue into Hayley,
seeking the rest of it. Hayley giggled, shivering over her.
Marianne leaned over to whisper to me, smiling.
"Tiff is under standing orders not to let your cum go to waste. If you
don't come in her mouth, she's supposed to clean it up from wherever
you did."
I laughed softly, watching her work. When she was done, Hayley flopped
over and lay across my chest. Tiffany got up and went to get a bottle
of water from the refrigerator, which we then passed around. The
satisfied grin on Tiffany's face told me more or less what I needed to
know, that whatever she was getting out of this weird relationship with
Marianne, she was clearly enjoying herself.
Marianne stood up and stretched.
"Let's go upstairs."
The rest of us got up and followed her up to the master suite. I lay
down on the bed watching them, and Hayley sat next to me. Tiffany
stood in the center of the room awaiting instructions. Marianne seemed
to have something in mind, so I stayed where I was.
She motioned to Tiffany, who dropped to her knees and closed with my
girlfriend. Marianne reached down to caress Tiffany's head as she
began eating her again. A little tremor ran through Marianne's body,
but she remained where she was, smiling at me.
Suddenly she stepped back.
"Go get on the bed, on your hands and knees next to Steve."
Tiffany complied at once, climbing onto the mattress and kneeling on
all fours. Marianne came around the side and lay down, reversing
herself next to Tiffany. Getting the point, Tiffany crawled above her
so they were in a sixty-nine position. The two of them immediately
began eating each other.
I glanced at Hayley, who was just grinning in amusement, then back at
Tiffany. I lay on my side to watch her eating Marianne. She pulled
her hair around to clear my view and positioned herself so I could
see. Her tongue spun and fluttered around Marianne's clit, and she
used a free finger to fuck her gently. I couldn't see what Marianne
was doing, but she had her hands up on Tiffany's butt, holding her
closely.
A minute or two of this show was enough to restore my erection. I
pulled on Marianne's legs, trying to get the two girls diagonal on the
bed. Marianne seemed to know what I had in mind, and she squirmed over
a few feet. Tiffany moved with her. I crawled up between Marianne's
legs, and Tiffany took my cock and guided it into Marianne. I twisted
myself to the side to allow Tiffany room to continue what she was
doing. Marianne let out a groan from between Tiffany's thighs as I
slipped into her.
I had forgotten about Hayley until she jumped off the bed, giggling,
and ran into the dressing area. I had no idea what she was up to, and
I was too distracted from the feel of Marianne around me (not to
mention the sight of Tiffany licking busily away at the pussy I was
fucking) to think much about it.
About a minute later, Hayley reappeared, and I let out a laugh. She
was wearing the strap-on dildo, and she climbed onto the bed at the
opposite end. I heard Marianne laughing, but she helped Hayley slip
the dildo into Tiffany.
Now I was fucking Marianne, Hayley was fucking Tiffany, and Tiffany and
Marianne were frantically eating each other. I grabbed Marianne's
buttocks, lifting her up as I thrust at her, and Hayley vigorously
pumped Tiffany's ass, making her head bump against my abdomen.
Watching this perverse scene in front of me was too much, and I rapidly
lost myself in the sights and sensations. Marianne began thrashing in
orgasm not long into it, and Tiffany joined her moments later. I
looked up at Hayley, whose face was fogged in arousal. She seemed on
the brink of orgasm herself, and a second later I saw why. Marianne
had one hand up between Hayley's legs, obviously fingering her as she
fucked Tiffany. Hayley and I stared at each other as we neared our
release, and when she cried out, pounding Tiffany's buttocks, I groaned
out loud and poured myself into her sister.
One by one, we fell away from this mass coupling. Tiffany moved up the
bed, crawling around between Marianne's thighs to lap up the cum that
oozed out of her. Marianne lay motionless on her back as Tiffany
licked and probed at her sex, holding one hand on Tiffany's head. But
when my cum had all disappeared into Tiffany's mouth and she slowed her
attentions and tried to withdraw, Marianne stopped her. Getting the
point, Tiffany went instantly back to work. Marianne whimpered,
pulling her closer, and after a minute or two of rapid tongue-lashing,
she lifted off the bed one last time in orgasm.
We rested for a few minutes, laughing over what Hayley had done with
the strap-on. The girls eventually got dressed, and I went in to kiss
Hayley good night while Marianne showed Tiffany out.
"That was a lot of fun," she said.
"You doing better? Not so sad anymore?"
She nodded slightly.
"I still miss my mom."
"We're going up to see her next week. You'll have all the time with
her you want."
"I know. Thanks for coming with us."
"How are things at school? Giselle mentioned a while back that you're
getting some teasing because of our living arrangements."
She looked away from, shrugging.
"It's no big. I can deal with it."
"You know I'm around whenever you need me."
"Yeah. Thanks."
I kissed her and went back into the master bedroom. Marianne was lying
in bed with a conflicted look on her face.
"Something up?"
She didn't look at me right away. Then she rolled on her side to face
me.
"I'm having an 'X-Files' moment. But I should have expected this."
"Something bad?"
"That depends on your perspective. It's . . . a complication more than
a problem. It's kind of neat in a way. But it's still a complication."
"Enough. Spill it."
She sighed.
"Tiffany . . . just now, on the way out . . . she told me she loved me."
Now I got it.
"Oh."
"Right. Not friend-love, you understand. Love-love. 'I want to jump
your bones for the next fifty years'-kind of love."
"She meant it?"
"I saw it in her eyes. She meant it. I guess this little mistress-
slave thing we have going has really gotten to her. I think I've
pushed some serious buttons inside her with it."
"How did it happen? What did you tell her?"
"We were just at the front door, and I was going, 'I'll call you
tomorrow' or something, and she took my hand and squeezed it. Then she
looks at me all puppy-dog eyed and says, 'I love you.' I was in shock
at first. She knew she had caught me by surprise, so I don't think she
was hurt by that. But what *could* I tell her? Of course I told her I
loved her too."
"Do you?"
She rolled on her back and exhaled in frustration.
"God. As if I don't already have to divide my emotions between you and
Hayley and Giselle. I certainly love her in a best-friend, I've-known-
you-since-grade-school kind of way. Beyond that . . . I don't know.
This routine we've gotten into is a lot of fun, and I enjoy being with
her. God knows I don't want to hurt her. But love . . . that's a
whole different story. I've never been in love with a girl. How do I
even know if I am?"
"I don't know if it's significantly different than loving someone of
the opposite sex. Not that I have any experience at it myself."
"But you know what love is, right?"
"Love, to me, is a willingness to take direct action to place someone
else's happiness above your own. To make real sacrifices for their
sake. It's not just a bundle of feelings."
She smiled.
"That's how I know you love me and Hayley." She laughed softly. "And
I guess that works for Tiffany loving me. I don't know. I need to
think about this."
"But it doesn't bother you?"
"No. Why should it? Like I said, it's kind of neat. I just need to
decide what I'm feeling."
I hugged her.
"Okay. Sleep on it."
She stayed in my arms, and I turned out the light a few minutes later.
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