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Ch. 27 Codes: Mff, ff, teen, oral, piercing, light bdsm
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Bit by bit, the girls began their separation from their mother. I had
a spare room upstairs that I had been using to store my random junk, so
we moved that out and prepared it for Hayley. We spent the second week
of December painting it yellow and redecorating it for her.
Charles Mulcahey went off to prison, never saying good bye to his
family. Elizabeth prepared to leave for Santa Cruz and put their house
up for sale. Marianne and Hayley moved their belongings into my place,
and the harsh masculine aura that had pervaded the place for so long
began to fade. That first morning after they moved in for good, I lay
in bed watching Marianne sleep beside me and wondering how long
something like this could last. And how long I really wanted it to.
We had Christmas together (I got them both earrings, Marianne a pair of
diamonds and Hayley a pair of gold-and-lapis ones to match the bracelet
she still wore 24/7), and Elizabeth left for college just after New
Year's. Marianne and Hayley returned to school, and though Marianne
reported a certain amount of gossip about our living arrangements, on
the whole fewer people seemed to care than I had expected.
The second week in January, I came home from work on Friday to find
Marianne and Tiffany lounging around the den. Marianne had on her
usual hiphugger-jeans-and-cropped-top ensemble, while Tiffany wore a
pleated schoolgirl skirt and a black baby tee.
"Hi, Steve."
I kissed Marianne.
"Tiff. What's up?"
"Just hanging out."
"Where's your sister?" I asked Marianne.
"The J.V. squad all wanted to go to the movies tonight. So I was
thinking the three of us could go out."
I got a beer out of the refrigerator and opened it up.
"You have anything specific in mind?"
They glanced at each other, grinning.
"You remember my idea about getting my tongue pierced?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"That's what I had in mind. You're okay with it, right?"
"It's going to leave you out of commission for a while, isn't it?"
She smiled.
"That's why Tiff is here. We felt like doing the slave bit again
tonight. She'll do what I can't, and whatever else we feel like doing."
Tiffany giggled.
"She has to be dressed appropriately," I said. "Wearing nothing but
black stockings and a pair of nipple clips will attract some attention."
"I know," Marianne said. "We're going to do something else. Go change
and I'll show you."
I went upstairs and changed out of my suit. After freshening up and
putting on a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, I descended to
find out what my girlfriend was up to tonight.
I found them waiting in the den where I had left them. They hopped off
the couch when I came in. Marianne reached into her pocket and pulled
out a long silver chain with a clip on one end.
"Tiff will just go like she is, with one addition. I'm going to have
her on a leash tonight."
I looked down at the chain in her hands.
"How will that fit around her neck?"
Marianne grinned evilly.
"It's not going around her neck."
She turned to Tiffany and dropped down to one knee. She lifted
Tiffany's skirt, whereupon I saw that a) she had nothing on under it,
and b) she had continued to shave her pubes. Marianne clipped the
leash to Tiffany's clit stud and let the skirt drop back down. She
stood up and wrapped the end of the chain around her finger.
"Ready. Let's go."
Wicked smiles creased both of their faces. I looked Tiffany over and
gulped. It wasn't *that* clear what was going on, but plenty of people
would know enough to get the point. That chain, after all, was clearly
connected to *something* under Tiffany's skirt.
"Uh . . . I'm not sure where we can go like this."
"We won't go to Bernardo's. As long as we just go down by the
University, it won't cause a crisis. People will stare, but that's the
point. They won't call the cops or anything."
I laughed weakly.
"Okay. Let's do it."
I followed them out to my Jeep. Tiffany got into the back, allowing
Marianne to run the leash up between the front seats. I backed out of
the driveway and headed down toward the beach.
When we got to the University area, Tiffany followed dutifully behind
us with a sly smile on her face. Marianne held the chain in her hand
as if she were leading a dog. A few people did double takes as we
passed, and a lot of them stared (or laughed), but no one freaked out.
As Marianne had said, this was one of the few places we could get away
with this.
We went to a walk-up pizza parlor for dinner, and Marianne held onto
Tiffany's leash the entire time. Now and then, she would give it a
gentle tug, making Tiffany giggle and squirm.
As we finished up, Tiffany leaned forward over the table with a nervous
look on her face.
"Um, guys, I was thinking."
"What?" I asked.
"Could I, you know, maybe get something done too?"
"Pierced, you mean?"
She nodded.
"You can't do your tongue," Marianne said. "It's on call tonight."
Tiffany shrieked with laughter, then covered her mouth and lowered her
voice.
"I know. Not that. I was thinking of doing my nips. To go with the
rest of it, you know?"
Marianne and I glanced at each other.
"You're going to start setting off metal detectors," she said, "but
that might look cool."
"This isn't something you just thought of?" I asked.
"No. I've been thinking about it for a while. I wanna do it if it's
okay with you."
"Fine by me," Marianne said. "Something else to attach a leash to."
Tiffany laughed again, glancing around in embarrassment. When we were
done eating, we walked over to the tattoo parlor. More people checked
out the leash, but this time we got only smiles and sly looks. One guy
with long hair and a collection of tats took in the two girls and the
fact that Marianne was holding my arm, then nudged me and grinned.
"Nice."
"Thanks."
We leaned against the counter and watched the action for a few minutes.
"Are you ready to do this?" I asked.
Marianne nodded.
"Just nervous. Ashley said it's going to hurt a lot."
Tiffany grinned.
"I don't think it could hurt worse than my . . . um . . . you know."
Marianne smirked and gave the leash a tug. I got the attention of one
of the artists and explained what we wanted to do. He looked over the
two girls.
"You both eighteen?"
They displayed their driver's licenses (Tiffany had turned eighteen in
December, shortly before Christmas, so I didn't have to pretend to be
anyone's father this time), after which the artist nodded and led us to
the rear of the store.
"Who's first?"
Marianne held up her hand, and he directed her to a chair. The prep
work took several minutes, and Marianne held my hand tightly. Finally
he wrapped her tongue in a swath of gauze and pulled it out of her
mouth. I couldn't watch when he slid the needle through, but I knew
from the cracking of the bones in my hand what was going on. I could
hear Marianne whimpering softly and gasping for breath.
When I looked back, the stud was already in place, and the artist
withdrew his equipment. Marianne closed her mouth tightly and began to
cry. I hugged her and tried to comfort her as the artist explained
what she need to do the next few weeks as it healed.
I sat down in another chair, and Marianne sat in my lap, shaking and
shivering and occasionally spitting blood into a paper cup. Tiffany
took her place, pulling off her top and bra while the artist found some
studs to match the one in her navel. If I wasn't imagining things,
Tiffany was actually getting excited about this. I could see a flush
spreading over her chest, and she was breathing rapidly, looking back
and forth between me and the artist.
Something very weird occurred when he pierced her nipples. Instead of
reacting in agony as Marianne had, Tiffany just arched her back and
shuddered, gasping for breath. Her legs convulsed and shook under her,
and when he was done, had I not known any better, I would have sworn
she had just had an orgasm.
Tiffany had very pretty breasts, not quite as nice as Hayley and
Marianne, but close. Between the new studs in her nips, the one in her
navel, and the definite "bad girl" cast to her face, the overall effect
was positively perverse.
The artist let them rest for a few minutes, and Marianne eventually
recovered enough to get back to her feet. We walked slowly back to the
car.
"I'm guess you won't be talking much for a few days," I said.
She shook her head and hugged my arm. She kept her grip on Tiffany's
leash, however, and Tiffany followed closely behind us.
When we got home, I distributed some Advil as the girls retired to the
den. Tiffany removed her top as soon as we were inside. Her red,
swollen nipples stood out like they were about to pop off her chest.
"How you doing?"
"I'm fine. They're sore, but they don't hurt that much."
Marianne whimpered, and I stroked her arm.
"We don't have to do anything tonight if you're not up to it."
She shook her head again and made a writing motion with her hands. I
went to get a pen and a pad of paper. She took it and scribbled
something rapidly.
"I'm okay," she wrote. "Just stay away from my mouth. Tiffany will do
what I can't. That's why she's here."
"You sure?"
She nodded and climbed to her feet, taking Tiffany's leash. She led us
upstairs and directed Tiffany to disrobe, which she did immediately.
Then she motioned for Tiffany to kneel in front of me.
Needing no further encouragement, Tiffany dropped to her knees and went
looking for my dick. Once it was exposed, it went right into her
mouth. Marianne smiled at me and began slipping out of her clothes.
When she was nude, she walked around behind me, hugging me. I caressed
her arms as Tiffany bobbed slowly over my erection.
Marianne took off my clothes piece by piece, then knelt beside
Tiffany. She kept her mouth shut, but used her hands to play with my
balls and caress my leg.
Tiffany was sucking on me eagerly, swirling her tongue around the head,
taking it deep, then dragging her teeth back up over the underside. I
closed my eyes and let the two of them work on me.
Tiffany kept up her steady suction until I pulled her off, feeling the
cum beginning stir in my balls. Marianne got to her feet and led me to
the bed. She lay on her back, and I watched as Tiffany crawled up
behind us, between Marianne's legs. She got herself into position,
hands under Marianne's buttocks and bent to lick at her friend.
I kissed Marianne's face and neck as Tiffany ate her. She nuzzled me
as best she could, and I was careful to avoid her lips. Her breathing
grew heavy and ragged from what Tiffany was doing, and I slid further
down to suck on her nipples.
When I had both wet and erect, I looked down to watch Tiffany. Her
tongue was dipping and fluttering all around Marianne's clit, and she
worked her middle finger in and out of my girlfriend. Marianne was
beginning to writhe and moan under us, and her hips rolled at Tiffany's
face. I laid my hand flat on her stomach, feeling the tremors moving
within her.
Tiffany sped her attentions, spinning the tip of her tongue around and
around, then lapping rapidly against Marianne's sex. Marianne was
gripping my arm tightly, and finally she began to shake under us. Her
hips bounced rapidly at Tiffany's mouth, then she let out shriek and
came.
We let her rest for minute, and I pulled Tiffany up between us.
Knowing that Marianne would not be able to do much for her, I took up
that burden myself. I slid down between her thighs as Marianne rolled
under her arm.
Tiffany was already dripping wet, and when I got down close enough to
examine her, it appeared (from the stickiness all over her shaved labia
and inner thighs) that she had been like this most of the night. I had
to dig into her with my tongue to get any friction, but that appeared
to be what she wanted. She put her legs over my shoulder and pulled my
face as close to her as I could get.
Marianne simply caressed Tiffany's stomach, apparently seeing nothing
else she could do, but after I had been eating Tiffany for a few
minutes, Tiffany reached for Marianne's hand. She pulled it to her
breasts and laid it over the new piercing on her right tit.
Marianne looked at me in concern, but Tiffany pressed Marianne's hand
down. Very gently, Marianne began to tweak the stud in Tiffany's
nipple.
The effect was dramatic. Tiffany let out a gasp and arched her back,
throwing her hips at my face. I redoubled my attack in response, and
Tiffany groped for Marianne's other hand. Getting the message,
Marianne sat up and used both hands to play with the new piercings.
Less than five seconds into this, Tiffany screeched, launching off the
bed in orgasm and almost strangling me with her thighs. She clawed at
the sheets on either side of her, thrashing around like she was having
an epileptic fit. It went on for about five seconds before finally
subsiding. Marianne let go of her nipples, and I leaned back,
stretching my neck.
Tiffany was out cold for nearly a minute before her eyes fluttered
open. Marianne stroked her arm affectionately.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Tiffany nodded, gasping.
"Shit. I've never come like that in my life."
"The piercings . . . that didn't hurt?"
"It did. It's what got me off so big."
"You know, when you had them done, I would have sworn you came in the
middle of it."
She giggled.
"I did. I told you I have a thing about pain."
Marianne laughed, though I saw her wince at the same time.
"I guess so."
Tiffany sat up.
"You guys do it. I'll help. Come here."
She slid down the bed and got Marianne to squat over her face,
presenting her pretty butt to me. I knelt behind her and Tiffany
guided me in, running her tongue along the underside. I took
Marianne's hips in my hands as Tiffany licked up at us.
Marianne was still very wet, and I had held off far too long. With
Tiffany eagerly eating both of us and Marianne butting back at me with
each thrust, I didn't last very long. But Tiffany got Marianne off
just before I came into her like a fire hose. When I withdrew, she
pulled Marianne's hips down and let my cum ooze down into her mouth.
She lapped up at her friend until Marianne rolled on her side. I
crawled up and lay between them.
As we lay resting, I heard the front door open downstairs. Not wanting
to startle Hayley, I got up and put on a robe. Marianne and Tiffany
lay together, holding each other lightly.
I found Hayley in the kitchen getting a soda out of the fridge.
"How was the movie?"
"Pretty good. We had fun." She grinned at me. "Were you guys in bed?"
I nodded.
"Tiffany is here."
"Did Marianne get her tongue pierced?"
"Yep. Don't tell me you're thinking of it."
She shivered.
"No way. It would hurt too much."
"It did, from what I could tell. She's going to be taking it easy for
a while."
She put her arms around me and hugged me. I could smell the theater on
her, mixed with the girlish perfume she favored. I returned the hug.
"How you doing, Little Kit? I know this has been harder on you than
Marianne."
"I miss my dad."
"I know. You just have to realize that parents are people, too. They
make mistakes just like anyone else, and sometimes they don't realize
how much they're hurting the people who care about them."
"I don't know what I would be doing without you. I know Mom has to go
find herself or whatever it is she's doing, but it's hard."
"I know. But you're a strong enough person to get through it."
She squeezed me.
"Thanks."
She stayed where she was, so I continued to hold her.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"My dad never hugged me. Never. He didn't like to touch us. I wonder
sometimes . . . " She paused and gulped. "This is so awful to
say . . . but I wonder sometimes if it was because of what he was doing
with those girls. That we made him uncomfortable."
I hugged her tightly.
"Don't go there, baby. Don't go there. It won't accomplish anything.
You just have to move forward. Don't try to get inside his head. He
made some mistakes; that's all you need to worry about."
She sniffed.
"Okay."
"Why don't you just go to bed? I'll see what the other girls are
doing."
"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?"
"Sure."
We went upstairs, and I found Marianne and Tiffany still lounging on
the bed.
"Hi, Hayley."
"Hi." She looked at Marianne. "How's your tongue?"
Marianne just shook her head. Tiffany sat up and ran her fingers
through her hair.
"I guess I'd better go. I'll see you guys later."
Marianne rubbed her arm, and I gave her a kiss as she got dressed and
left. Hayley went into her room and returned in her nightshirt. She
lay beside Marianne, and her sister gave her a hug. I went to brush my
teeth, and when I returned, Hayley was lying across Marianne's stomach
as Marianne played with her hair.
"You guys okay?"
Marianne nodded and motioned for me to get in bed. They separated, and
I climbed between them. One rolled under each arm. I turned out the
lights, and we fell asleep a few minutes later.
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