The Story Thus Far
Chapter One: Mallory Kalvornek and her lover Julie Hanson have returned to Bronning, Minnesota, for the first time in years to catch up with friends and family. Meanwhile, their old friend (and occasional sex partner) paramedic Nettie Hastings fights to save a life, her lover Hannah drops by with an unexpected surprise, Terry Wilder grapples with writer’s block… and two little girls living in a trailer park named Heather and Gina are being carefully observed by a hidden stranger.
Chapter Two: Mallory and Julie get together at Nettie’s home with Nettie and her lover Hannah, Nettie’s friend Terry Wilder, Terry’s teen daughter Halee, and Mallory and Julie’s friend (and occasional sex partner) Cindy. Gossip is exchanged, memories shared, and an unexpected attraction between Mallory and Terry Wilder reveals itself. Meanwhile, the mother of the two trailer park girls Heather and Gina goes out for a night on the town, oblivious to the presence of the man spying on her home.
Chapter Three: At Nettie’s place, Nettie and Hannah leave the others to indulge in a bit of romantic pleasure, while Julie and her old friend Cindy get it on with Terry’s teen daughter Halee. As for Mallory, she has repaired to Terry’s place for one of her occasional bouts of heterosexual action. Appetites are indulged, confidences shared. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina are abducted from their trailer home by a mysterious and very scary man.
Chapter Four: At Nettie’s place, four women and Halee Wilder greet the morning after an evening of lesbian abandon. Later that day, Mallory rejoins Julie, Nettie, Cindy and Hannah for a day of fishing. Halee returns home and spends the day upgrading her internet in preparation for promised to be a fun night of video chat sex with her girlfriend Bethany. Meanwhile, Grace and Heather are in the custody of the mysterious man, who seems to takes delight in terrorizing them.
Chapter Five: After their day of fishing, Nettie, Julie, Cindy, Mallory & Hannah engage in a five-woman sexfest inside a tent… and with the use of Cindy’s phone, their old friend and occasional bedmate Emma attends the orgy virtually. In the midst of their abandon, Nettie has a weird, vague memory flashback that leaves her shaken, but she conceals it from the others. Back home, Halee and her new love interest Bethany (Hannah’s daughter) are having long-distance sex via their laptops.
Chapter Six: Nettie has a heart-to-heart with Hannah about her personal demons. Later, she gets a call from Agent Bridgett Ramscone, who has an unsettling request: for Nettie to go through the documentation of her own childhood kidnapping — and the murder of her sister — as a possible way to gain insight into the abduction of Heather and Gina (who are still being emotionally abused by their kidnapper, but are also taking steps to escape). Nettie is shaken, but agrees to do what she can.
Chapter Seven: Many years after the fact, submerged memories of Nettie’s kidnapping began to make themselves known — memories of a possible accomplice to the original crime. She shares her thoughts with Bridgett. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina work on a potential escape from their makeshift prison.
Chapter Eight: Nettie unearths more hints that kidnap victims Heather and Gina were abducted by the same man who kidnapped and brutalized Nettie and her deceased sister over a decade ago — but that man was known to have died in prison. Gina manages to escape captivity. But Heather can’t fit through the opening they dug, and must remain behind. Nettie gets a possible fix on the girls’ captor who, while out and about, gets a flat tire — then he discovers the spare is flat as well.
Chapter Nine: The man who kidnapped Gina and Heather must get his flat spare tire fixed, not knowing the police have been alerted to him and are searching the area. Nettie, who is also hunting for the man, manages to find his abandoned car — then, some time later, makes an even more startling discovery: little Gina, alone and weeping by an abandoned road. In the meantime, the kidnapper manages to make his escape from the area by phoning a mysterious woman to pick him up.
Chapter Ten: Mallory meets with her mother, Sharon, for the first time in months, but fails to learn the cause of the recent distance between them. Nettie is still obsessed with Jacob Brentshaw, the man who kidnapped her and murdered her sister Annamarie so many years ago, sensing he is also behind the recent kidnapping as well… but can’t get past the fact that Brentshaw was killed in prison. Her actions saved the lives of Gina and Heather, but she remains determined to keep working the case on her own. For the first time, Nettie tells her lover Hannah about her own kidnapping and Annamarie’s death, events she has refused to discuss with anyone for years.
Chapter Eleven: Terry finds himself at loose ends, questioning his current life path, and decides to open up to than his dear friend and former sex partner Nettie. She and Hannah lend a sympathetic ear, then their conversation turns to kidnappings — the recent one, as well as Nettie’s own horrific abduction over a decade earlier, when her sister was murdered. She is fast coming round to the conclusion that both kidnappings involved an accomplice.
Chapter Twelve: A sleepover is in progress at Terry’s place while he is out. When the girls retire to their rooms, Halee phones her girlfriend Bethany and puts her on speaker to hear her younger sister Naomi and Chelsey going at it through their adjoining walls, and a good time is had by all. Upon returning home, Terry does some work on an idea for a new novel after months of inaction. Mallory is still unsure what to do with the family farm, and Nettie runs some ideas about the recent kidnapping case past Agent Ramscone.
Chapter Thirteen: Four members of the Pussy Posse — Mallory, Julie, Jamie, and Emma — are spending quality time together, along with Julie’s younger sister Vicky. News, gossip, memories, and innuendo are bandied about. Vicky hesitantly speaks of a recent sleepover where she overheard a couple of the girls saying hurtful things about her, an incident that still stings badly. The four women offer her comfort and understanding, which soon becomes something more.
Chapter Fourteen: Mallory, Julie, Jamie, Emma and Julie’s younger sister Vicky are having a barbecue and sleepover. Vicky loves hanging out with the Pussy Posse, but feels a little self-conscious, knowing that the women will very likely be having group sex later that evening. But Julie boldly her sister to join the sapphic festivities. Vicky is hesitant at first, especially at the prospect of coupling with her older sibling, but Julie manages to put her at ease. The four women and one teen adjourn for the master bedroom. Clothes are removed, bare bodies mingle, pleasure is shared.
Chapter Fifteen: Halee and her new girlfriend Bethany (daughter of Nettie’s lover Hannah), spend time roaming the town, getting to know one another better. Later on, they spend time together in a more intimate way. Meanwhile, Mallory and her partner Julie get a piece of surprising, potentially life-changing news.
Chapter Sixteen: Mallory is pregnant, and Terry Wilder is the father. She visits Bronning to give him the news, then they join Julie at Nettie’s place to discuss the situation. Terry chooses to leave the final decision in Mallory’s hands, but makes it clear that he is willing to raise the child as his own if Mal doesn’t want to be a mother.
Chapter Seventeen: Nettie pays a visit to the trailer park to visit Gina and Heather, the two girls she saved from a mysterious kidnapper. Still grappling with distant memories of her own kidnapping, she shows the girls a mugshot of Jacob Brentshaw, who was convicted of abducting her and murdering her twin sister Anna years earlier, but they tell her it isn’t the same man, despite disturbing similarities. Afterward, she gets an angry call from FBI agent Latisha Miller, who already knows about this visit to the girls. Nettie admits to pursuing this all-but-closed case, but refuses to back off. Against her better judgment, Agent Miller is coming around to allowing Nettie to continue her investigation. Meanwhile, Mallory, Julie and Terry visit a doctor to discuss Mal’s unexpected pregnancy.
Chapter Eighteen: Nettie manages to get approval from Agents Ramscone and Miller to proceed with her personal, off-the-record investigation of the kidnapping case, by making both women an offer they can’t refuse — and it isn’t sexual. Afterwards, her lover Hannah drops by for an early visit, and the two of them join Julie, Mallory, Halee and Terry for a pleasant chat where Mal drops the news about her pregnancy to those who don’t yet know about it. The next day, Mallory and Julie hang out with Halee and her new girlfriend Bethany, where the girls makes Julie and Mal an offer they can’t refuse — and this time, it IS sexual.
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by Rachael Yukey
Stop for a minute?
Take a little bit of time
Take what is given
Don’t let this moment pass you by
Alter Bridge 2026
Terry Wilder was seated on the end cushion of Nettie’s couch, next to his daughter Halee. He yawned elaborately, then stood up. “Think I’m going to head in,” he informed the group, stretching his limbs.
“I suppose you need to go pick up the girls,” said Nettie.
“Actually, no,” he replied. “Naomi’s at home already—with Chelsey Milne, as per usual these days, but those two are perfectly capable of looking after themselves. That aside, and pursuant to our earlier conversation, I might be better off not knowing precisely what they’re getting up to.”
Nettie suddenly became very interested in her feet. Terry plowed forward. “As for my two younger girls—I’ve just now received a text from Stacy Wood informing me that her daughters and mine have barricaded themselves in one of the bedrooms, and are threatening a violent uprising if this evening’s visit is not upgraded to a sleepover. We’ve elected to wave the white flag, so I’m going to drop off pajamas and toothbrushes, then try to get a little writing done before bed.”
“What’s Chelsey’s custody status right now, anyway?” asked Nettie.
“Still with her grandma,” said Terry, “although I don’t imagine the situation can remain as it is for very much longer. Natalie Milne is quite old and infirm, and this wouldn’t work at all if Chelsey was a few years younger. None of Chelsey’s other relatives live nearby, and I know Naomi is concerned that she’ll end up having to move to another state.”
“What’s the deal with this girl’s parents?” Julie inquired. “Or shouldn’t I ask?”
“Her mother and aunt were working for my horrid bitch of a mom,” said Halee, her voice heavy with bitterness. Bethany took her hand.
“Oh,” said Julie, a bit lamely. “I’m sorry, Halee. I didn’t know.”
Halee dismissed it with a wave. “None of your doing.”
“Chelsey’s mother, as it turns out, was a drug mule for local meth distribution for years,” said Terry. “Her aunt, too. It all came to light when their involvement with—to borrow Halee’s invective—my horrid bitch of an ex-wife was exposed. They’re both facing charges on multiple counts of drug trafficking. Although she’s currently out on bail, Chelsey’s mom has been deprived of custody, and is allowed supervised visitation only. I have no idea of the father’s status; my impression is that he’s been out of the picture for quite some time.”
“Poor kid,” said Mallory.
“She’s better adjusted than one would expect, under the circumstances,” said Terry. “She mostly seems to be dealing with it by holding the entire situation at arms length. She takes more meals at our house than hers, as does Dawn’s friend Allison from across the street.” He chuckled. “I suppose I’m just exceptionally good at collecting strays.”
He turned toward the door. “In any event, good night, all. I need to ferry the requested items to Stacy’s house before the girls grow tired of waiting and carry out their threatened mutiny.” Hand on the doorknob, he looked back over his shoulder. “Halee, can I assume you’re staying?”
Halee put an arm around Bethany. “I think I’m good. Night, Dad.”
“Have fun, then,” said Terry. Tossing a wave at the group, he stepped out into the night.
As the door closed behind him, Mallory was smiling. “He really is a good father, isn’t he?”
“He’s the best,” said Halee. “Just don’t tell him I said so. Our house already isn’t large enough to contain that ego of his.”
“So—what’s the plan for the rest of the evening?” Hannah asked the room at large.
“I was thinking early bedtime,” said Halee, pulling Bethany close and kissing her full on the mouth. Bethany returned the kiss with gusto, tongue action obvious to everyone else in the room.
Mallory, who’d been on a hair-trigger ever since Halee broached the idea of a foursome during their return trip from Johnstown, drew an unsteady breath, fully aware of her pussy becoming increasingly wet.
“Mmmm,” she murmured. It came out as almost a purr. “That looks scrumptious.”
Disengaging from the kiss, her hand still on the back of Bethany’s head, Halee looked towards her. “So come and get a taste.” Mallory practically launched herself from the love seat, but hesitated when she saw the raised eyebrows Hannah directed towards her daughter.
Bethany, it seemed, picked up on it, too. “Me and Halee talked about it, Mom,” she said. “We’re gonna try what Julie and Mallory do. We get to have sex with other people, but only when both of us are there.”
Hannah nodded. “So long as you both agree, I think that’s great.”
Mallory settled onto the end cushion recently vacated by Terry, her thigh pressed against Halee’s. The younger girl turned toward her, and Mallory reached up to caress the teen’s cheek.
“Mallory, I have a confession to make,” said Halee, her voice unsteady. “I had a lot of fun with Julie and Cindy when you guys were here before, but I was disappointed that you didn’t stick around.”
Mallory gave a low chuckle. “And I’ll admit, I was kind of torn myself. I’ve been fantasizing about you for a month.”
Halee made the first move, leaning in to brush her barely parted lips from the angle of Mallory’s jaw down to her chin. Mallory shivered deliciously. Now moving more slowly, Halee traced her mouth along the opposite side of Mallory’s jawline, nibbling lightly as she went. Reaching the ear, she extended her tongue, delicately licking the lobe. Mallory drew in a shuddering breath; released it explosively.
“You might wanna watch that,” Julie commented from her place on the love seat. “Mal’s ears are a hot spot. You’re gonna unleash the demon if you’re not careful.”
Halee threw her a speculative look. “Yeah?” She turned her attention back to the ear, this time taking the lower lobe between her teeth, nibbling lightly. Mallory let out a short, sharp moan, threw both arms around the girl, and pulled her close. Halee was working her way up the back of the ear, alternately licking and nibbling. Mallory was aware of her breath coming shallow and irregular, her arousal growing to an all-consuming need.
Out of the corner of her eye she noted Julie across the room on the couch, beckoning Bethany to her with the curve of a finger. No longer able to remain passive, Mallory twisted her head to seek out Halee’s lips. Meeting the supple, desirable teen head-on, she pressed their open mouths together, her tongue flashing to life.
Bethany, who had alternated between making eyes at Julie and watching her girlfriend make out with Mallory, rose at once at the invitation. That’s when she noticed that her mother and Nettie were standing in front of the recliner, arms around each other, locked in a passionate, almost desperate kiss.
She changed course, wrapping both arms around her mother from behind. Hannah started, then smiled. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Bethany planted a soft kiss on Hannah’s cheek, then another on her neck. “I love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, Bethany,” Hannah murmured. She momentarily pressed her lips to Bethany’s, briefly allowing the kiss to linger, then returned her attention to Nettie, their mouths engaging once more. Bethany let go of her mom, turning back toward the love seat. Julie’s lanky frame was casually slouched on the right-hand cushion, eyes flicking back and forth between the rapidly intensifying kiss taking place on the couch, and the one heating up to a nuclear meltdown in the middle of the living room floor. She grinned at Bethany, and Bethany felt a slow smile spreading across her face. She traversed the room in just a few steps, coming to a halt directly in front of Julie, who reached out to take the girl’s hands in hers, then caressed the backs of those hands with her thumbs. “God, you’re even prettier up close,” Julie breathed. “Did I mention that I fucking love your hair?”
Bethany was thrilled by the compliment. Her thick red mane, so like that of her mother, was the thing she liked best about her appearance.
“You—you’re pretty freakin’ hot yourself,” she got out, voice trembling slightly. Deciding not to wait for an invitation, she twisted around, settling sideways onto Julie’s lap, legs splayed out across the unoccupied cushion. Julie looped her arm around Bethany’s shoulders, then ran a thumb across the girl’s bottom lip. Tracing a line down to the base of the chin, she leaned in to capture that lip between hers.
A wave of heat coursed through Bethany’s body, and she felt her pelvis thrust forward of its own accord. Her tongue darted forth, delicately flicking across Julie’s upper lip, thrilling as she felt the woman’s body shiver deliciously.
On the couch, Halee felt as if Mallory was dining on her, and she was loving every second of it. At the moment, the woman’s mouth was raining fire up and down her sensitive neck, a hand holding her jet-black, blue-highlighted hair to the side. Halee was unable to contain her rapturous sighs and moans. Opening her eyes, she saw Mallory’s ear within reach, and took the lobe into her mouth, gently applying pressure with a playful nip.
“Oh, God!” Mallory gasped, throwing her head back. Then she was tumbling Halee backwards onto the vacant cushion behind her, sprawling over the young girl’s body, crushing their mouths together.
When Mallory’s tongue darted between her lips, Halee met the kiss with equal ardor, wrapping her arms around the woman and squeezing tightly, grinding their bodies together. Mallory was responding in kind, creating a delicious friction that lit up Halee’s every nerve ending.
A high-pitched cry drew every eye towards Nettie and Hannah. Nettie was standing behind her lover, her face buried in flaming red hair. She had one hand under Hannah’s powder-blue blouse, the other down the front of the shorter woman’s unbuttoned jeans, fingers working furiously inside.
Hannah was up on tiptoe, eyes wide, mouth working. “Oh–oh God, Antoinette. Ohhh. Oh, oh, uh-huh, oh m-my God—” Her vocalizations grew more strident, less articulate. Then she began to rant even faster. “Holy shit, I’m gonna c-come—oh sweet Jesus I am coming—” Hannah’s breasts shook as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, screaming wordlessly, then subsided, slumping against Nettie so abruptly the taller woman staggered back, nearly colliding with the recliner.
Nettie’s face was sweat-shiny, her breathing labored, but she was sporting a self-satisfied grin. Withdrawing her hand from Hannah’s pants, she proffered her gooey, glistening fingers for all to see before slipping them into her mouth.
As her breathing slowed, Hannah peeled herself away from Nettie, then glanced over her shoulder at the others. “Girls,” she said to the room in general, her voice still a trifle unsteady as she wrapped an arm around Nettie’s waist, “I’m taking this to bed, getting it naked, and putting my mouth on all its tastiest parts. See you in the morning.” Tugging on Nettie’s hand, she made her way into the hall, not even breaking stride as she opened the door to the master bedroom, which slammed behind in their wake.
Halee found herself staring across the room at Bethany. Her girlfriend was still nestled in Julie’s lap, and she noted that Mallory’s eyes had shifted in the same direction. Julie and Bethany were looking right back at them.
After a very significant pause, It was Julie who broke the silence.
“I don’t know about the rest of you,” she said, her voice husky and low, “but watching that show turned my cunt into a fucking swamp. Who wants to move this to the bedroom?”
Mallory rolled off of Halee, tugging the teen to her feet. Halee stood willingly enough, but then seized Mallory with both arms, pressing their mouths together once more in a hungry kiss. Grinding their bodies together, Halee inserted a thigh between Mallory’s legs, thrusting it upward. Mallory wrenched her mouth away from Halee’s and clutched the girl’s shoulders, pushing her back a step.
“Honey,” she gasped, “if you keep that up, we’re not gonna make it to the bedroom. I’ll take your sexy little seductress ass right here on the floor.”
“I’m game,” Halee got out, more than a little breathless herself.
Then Julie and Bethany were beside them, holding hands. “Come on, you sex fiends,” said Julie with a chuckle, tugging on Mallory’s sleeve.
The four of them made their way down the hall, Julie in the lead, guiding them through the first door on the right into a room which sported, among other amenities, a king-sized bed.
Mallory wasted no time, yanking the pale yellow sundress over her head while still in motion. Then she whirled to Halee again to claim her in a kiss that quickly struck fire, their lips engaged in a heated frenzy. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Julie and Bethany seated on the edge of the bed, caught up in an equally passionate embrace.
Julie disengaged, turning to look at Mallory and Halee. “So,” she said, “are we mixing and matching, or just going with the flow? Because this is looking like a good old-fashioned partner swap to me.”
Halee broke off the kiss long enough to meet her girlfriend’s eyes. “I’m totally feeling partner swap, but only if it’s what Bethany wants, too.”
Bethany responded with a radiant smile, her eyes glazed with lust. “Let’s freakin’ do this.” Tilting her head to the side, she began raining kisses and love bites on Julie’s neck.
Mallory grasped the edges of Halee’s Ozzy Osbourne tee and began to lift it—then Halee abruptly froze, unexpected panic coursing through her. Without meaning to, she found herself gripping Mallory’s wrists.
“Whoa, girl,” said Mallory. “Everything okay?”
“I—” She stammered, her desire suddenly at war with fear. Even worse, Halee wasn’t even entirely sure what it was she was afraid of. She realized that Bethany and Julie had broken off their kiss and were looking at them from the bed.
“We can stop this if you’re having second thoughts, babe,” Julie assured her, reaching out to touch her wrist.
“No, I know what this is,” said Bethany, rising to her feet. She brushed the hair away from Halee’s eyes. “Is it the scars?”
Halee nodded, unable to speak. She was embarrassed to the point of tears, furious at herself for ruining everything over something so trivial.
“Oh,” said Mallory, in sudden comprehension. “It’s okay, sweetie, the shirt can stay on. Or like Julie said—we can stop here.”
Halee shook her head furiously, her lips trembling. “No, goddamn it. I want to fuck you so bad. And you want to fuck me, don’t you?”
Something about the way she phrased it, or maybe her tone of voice, seemed to unleash something primal in Mallory. She gathered Halee up in her arms again, hands clamped to the girl’s ass, and pulled her close, none too gently. Halee responded in kind, reaching around behind Mallory to shove both hands into her panties, caressing the bare buttocks beneath the sheer fabric.
They kissed for just a few seconds of raw fury, then Halee pulled away. “We’re not spoiling this because I’m being a big old wuss,” she growled.
“You’re not a wuss,” Bethany said, still standing beside her. “You’re the bravest person I know, Halee. Your scars aren’t gross. They’re part of something scary that you survived. You’re here because you defeated those fucking scars.”
Extracting her hands from Mallory’s panties, Halee drew back, took the blonde’s hands and placed them on the hem of the shirt. “Take it off of me,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“I want to feel your mouth on my tits,” Halee murmured. “That’s not gonna happen if my shirt’s on.”
Another of those noises escaped Mallory’s throat, and her eyes had gone misty. And yet she lifted the t-shirt up slowly, carefully, clearly giving Halee every opportunity to change her mind.
But Halee did no such thing. Raising her arms above her head, she allowed Mallory to pull the shirt over and off, then toss it triumphantly into a corner.
“Yes!” Bethany exulted, clasping her fists together and pumping them above her head.
Julie was clapping. “Hell, yeah. And girl, you have nothing to worry about. You’re crazy fucking hot.”
Mallory said nothing. She was tracing Halee’s upper chest with trembling fingertips, skirting around the edges of the budding breasts, eyes glued to the girl’s torso.
Halee’s eyes drifted shut. “Oh, God,” she mumbled as Mal’s fingers grazed her nipple.
“You okay?” Bethany whispered in her ear.
Halee nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh,” she got out. “I’m good. Go get yourself fucked or something.”
Snickering, Bethany turned back to the bed, settling in once more beside Julie. “Okay,” she breathed. “Where were we?” Their mouths met; tongues engaged.
Mallory pivoted Halee about a quarter turn, then tumbled her onto the bed. Halee scrabbled backwards toward the headboard, then lay back, her legs parted. Mallory was right behind, raining kisses across her belly, pausing when she reached the second scar on Halee’s right side. She ran a gentle finger around the puckered wound, now long healed. “Does that hurt at all?” she asked.
“Uh-uh,” Halee breathed.
Mallory extended her tongue, delicately licking the circumference of the scar. Her hand moved up the other side, cupping the slight swell of a breast, teasing the nipple with her palm.
Halee couldn’t have said which was hotter. Every nerve ending was alive, every touch sending sparks of desire cascading through her body.
Then Mallory was kissing a pathway up to her chest, pausing once again at the scar below the left breast, favoring it with the same loving attention she’d given the one below while gently rolling a stiffened nipple between thumb and forefinger. Halee was whimpering, desperate for release.
Mallory shifted her body upward until her mouth grazed Halee’s ear. “You’re a gorgeous creature, Halee. Believe me, you have nothing to be self-conscious about. Now, I believe you said you wanted my mouth on something…?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Where do you want me to put my mouth, Halee?”
“M-m-my—”
“Say it!”
“My tits!” Halee wailed.
Mallory dipped down, taking Halee’s erect nipple into her open mouth in a single fluid motion. Her tongue circled the tip of the breast, eliciting another moan from the teen’s throat as she began to lightly tug at Halee’s throbbing nipple with her teeth.
On the other side of the bed, Bethany was pulling Julie’s simple maroon blouse over her head, then scrabbling around behind the tall woman’s back to unclasp her bra.
“Easy there, girl!” said an amused Julie. “No need to rush this. We’ve got hours to have fun.”
“I – I know,” “Bethany panted, peeling Julie’s bra away and throwing it over her shoulder. “But You’re sooo fucking sexy, and I’ve been wanting t-to see you naked ever since we met…”
“Well, in that case…” Julie quickly unbuttoned her jeans, then shimmied out of them, her panties coming along for the ride. Now nude, she lay back and gazed expectantly at a wide-eyed Bethany. “Feast your eyes,” she purred.
Without so much as a pause for breath, Bethany buried her face between Julie’s small but perfectly formed breasts, cupping them in both hands. Then she was kissing her way around them in a figure-eight, finally cutting across to catch a nipple between her teeth. Julie let out a rapturous sigh, cradling the girl’s head to her chest. Shifting her head to the other soft orb, Bethany gave that nipple the same treatment, eliciting a similar response.
Julie worked her hands under Bethany’s black v-neck, clumsily loosening the teen’s training bra. Withdrawing her hands, she placed them gently on either side of the girl’s head, disengaging that sweet mouth from her tits so she could pull Bethany’s shirt over her head. Then Julie lay back on the bed, twisting as she did so that she was stretched out alongside Halee and Mallory. Mallory was lying atop the younger girl, peppering those small but ever-so inviting breasts with quick, darting kisses. Rapturous sighs escaped Halee’s throat.
Julie pulled Bethany down on top of her, their mouths meeting again, tongues engaging in a slow, sexy dance. She reached down to grasp the girl’s dark blue skirt, tugged it up, then caressed Bethany’s ass through her panties. Julie felt tiny shivers course through the teen’s body as her long fingers skated along the crack of that pert little butt. She gave a happy sigh. Much as she loved fucking Mallory, sex with a cute young thing like Bethany really got her motor racing. Honestly, she sort of reminds me of Mal, back when we were just learning how to be lovers.
Mallory, still nibbling, licking, and kissing Halee’s budding breasts, heard a moan that she knew hadn’t been made by her partner, so it must have emanated from Bethany’s lips. She glanced to her right, her arousal heightening a notch at the sight of Julie nibbling the nape of the girl’s neck. Bethany’s head was thrown back, her mouth slack, eyes closed. Julie noticed Mallory looking, and the two lovers shared a quick smile, then turned their attention back to the girls.
Mallory felt Halee’s hands at her waist, trying to slide her panties down, but the girl’s arms weren’t quite long enough to finish the job. Rolling onto her side between Halee and the wall, Mallory panted, “Here, let me,” clumsily shoved her panties down and off, then reached for the front of Halee’s jeans, fumbling with the button in her haste.
Opening her eyes, Halee saw Mallory’s left breast, a mere inch or two from her lips. The sight was much too enticing to resist. She lifted her head from the pillow to wrap her lips around Mallory’s left nipple, swirling her tongue around the swollen bud.
Mallory gasped, then gave Halee a small frown. “You’re not making this any easier, y’know,” she growled, and Halee let out a shaky laugh.
Finally working the button loose, Mallory worked the zipper down, then hooked her fingers under the waistband. Halee obligingly lifted her butt, and Mallory hastily divested her of pants and underwear, carelessly flinging them aside before tracing a finger up the teen’s bared thigh. Halee’s body jerked as that finger brushed her sex, the sweet outer lips pressed together to conceal the treasures within.
“Mmmm… you’re shaving already,” Mallory murmured.
Halee grinned, jerking a thumb at Bethany. “We shaved each other this afternoon. Thought we’d try it. It got us so hot! We really wanted to lick each other to see how it felt with no hair… but, um, we decided to hold off.”
“Just in case,” said Bethany, her eyes twinkling.
“Oh, really?” Julie breathed. “In case of what?”
Bethany giggled. “Three guesses,” she cooed, then captured Julie’s mouth in another passionate kiss.
Mallory traced her finger down Halee’s juicy slit, senses tingling at how wet she was, as well as the upward thrust of the hips that her touch elicited. “You have a gorgeous pussy,” she murmured. Draping herself on top of the girl, she teased Halee’s lower lip, lightly stroking it with her tongue. Halee opened her mouth wide, her own tongue engaging Mallory’s in a heated dance.
In response, Mallory slipped her thigh between Halee’s, shuddering at the wave of pleasure that surged through her body when Halee flexed her knee, firmly pressing her own leg up against Mallory’s needy cunt.
Then Halee took the lead, pushing from the bottom and rolling the two of them to the side with the wall for support, making it easier for Mallory to grind against Halee’s center. Clinging to each other tightly, cheeks pressed together, the two of them began to move in unison.
As Julie continued to share ravenous kisses with Bethany, she worked the girl’s panties down around her thighs, then touched her slick, wet pussy from behind. Tearing her mouth from Julie’s, Bethany buried her face in the hollow of her older lover’s neck. Julie carefully slipped a finger into the girl, who gave a gasp that trailed off into a moan as that probing finger was withdrawn to brush Bethany’s clit. Encouraged by this response, Julie began to masturbate the redheaded girl, whose body jerked at every stroke, her breath growing harsh and deep.
Even with her long arms and fingers, it wasn’t the most comfortable angle of attack, and Julie soon felt her wrist starting to cramp. Withdrawing her hand, she rolled, miscalculating slightly and nearly spilling Bethany onto the floor. Recovering, she scooted the waif-like redhead more securely onto the bed, then hovered over her, reaching down to undo her own pants in the process.
“I want to eat your pussy,” said Julie in a guttural whisper. “Can I do that to you, Bethany?”
“Please,” Bethany gasped, a beatific smile overtaking her face. “I’ve been wanting you to do that for, like, five minutes!”
“In that case…” Julie finished stripping away Bethany’s underwear, then began kissing her way up a thigh.
Next to them, Mallory and Halee were furiously grinding against each other. Mallory’s breath hitched and tore; Halee’s moans were getting louder as powerful sensations ripped through her body, pushing the girl towards what promised to be a real firestorm of a climax. She could feel it building, welcomed it, but the juicy heat of Mallory’s cunt against her leg was making her crave something else as well.
That desire proved too tempting to resist. She placed both hands on Mallory’s shoulders, pushing her up and off.
“What’s wrong—” a startled Mallory began.
“I want t-to taste your pussy,” the teen stammered.
A grin stretched the corners of Mallory’s mouth. “Like me to sit on your face?”
Halee nodded emphatically. “Oh, f-fuck yeah.”
Getting to her knees, Mallory carefully positioned herself over Halee’s warm, welcoming mouth. “Enjoy,” she murmured.
Even though no one was touching her at that moment, the sight of Mal’s beautiful, smooth-shaven cunt had Halee ready to come on the spot. Mallory had smeared her juices everywhere while humping Halee’s leg, and those rosy, silken labia were slathered with moisture, her clitoral hood just barely protruding.
Wanting to look but impatient to taste, Halee cupped an ass cheek in each hand, then brought Mallory’s sweet pussy to her waiting mouth. She kept her lips closed at first, pushing the lower half of her face against that glistening vulva, rubbing it in a circular motion to coat her mouth and chin with the warm, tart nectar. Mallory inhaled sharply, the breath hissing through her gritted teeth.
Parting her lips, Halee slipped her tongue into Mallory’s juicy hole. Mallory moaned, “Fuuuuuuck.” Halee felt a jolt from her midsection, and once again wondered if she was about to come without being touched. She swirled her tongue around inside Mallory’s delicious entrance, and was rewarded by an ecstatic cry.
Then Mal spoke. “Oh, lord, you’re such a fucking tease. Do you plan to lick my clit, I d-don’t know, sometime this century?”
Needing no further urging, Halee withdrew her tongue from Mallory’s vagina, moving straight to her older lover’s clit, which she attacked with lightning-fast flicks of the tongue. Mallory threw her head back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. “Holy fuck,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “Girl, you are good at this.”
By then, Halee’s own need had become all but unbearable, so she took one hand from Mallory’s backside, allowing it to snake towards her own liquid center. Slipping a finger between her labial folds, she wasn’t a bit surprised to find herself practically sloshing with juices. She flicked a finger across her clit, gasping into Mal’s cunt as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
Mallory, clearly hurdling towards the peak and moaning every few breaths, must have picked up on what Halee was up to. Reaching behind herself, she blindly slapped at Halee’s wrist. “Oh no you don’t,” she blurted. “No m-making yourself come! That’s—oh, shit—that’s my job.”
Halee was aching to come, but she obediently took her hand away, returning it to Mallory’s hip an instant before the woman exploded in orgasm.
It was something to see. Mal was screaming, hips bucking, mashing her pussy against Halee’s mouth. She intertwined the fingers of both hands into the blue-on-black hair, her slender frame beginning to twitch helplessly. Halee felt warm honey flow from Mallory’s pussy to anoint her face as her lover’s climax reached its peak.
Then with a cry of “Oh, God!” Mallory lurched sideways, tearing her cunt away from Halee’s mouth before collapsing atop the teenager, panting for breath. As she rested, Mallory could feel Halee’s hips undulating beneath hers.
Tired though she was, Mal found her own desire reawakened by Halee’s desperate need for release. She leaned in close to nuzzle the girl’s ear. “You’re about to go off like a grenade, aren’t you?” Unable to speak, Halee nodded vigorously. Wasting no time, Mallory began to kiss her way down the thirteen-year-old’s torso.
Moments earlier, just as Mallory had positioned her dripping cunt over Halee’s mouth, Julie was trailing her tongue up Bethany’s inner thighs, switching from one to the other, delighting in the upward jerk of the girl’s pelvis as she just barely grazed those delectable lips, flicked delicately across the top of the mound, then trailed down the top of the knee on the other side. Reversing course, she licked her way up the inside of the other thigh, abruptly bypassing the slit to make her way to Bethany’s cute belly button, which she teased with a playful flick of the tongue. “Ooooh!” the teen squealed.
Julie then played her tongue downward to within a quarter-inch of that sweet slit, but drew back to pry the girl’s cunt open with thumb and finger, pausing to admire the delicate lace of the inner lips, the way they curved gracefully upward to the swollen nub of the clitoris.
Breathing deeply, Julie took in the intoxicating scent of the girl’s arousal. At last she extended her tongue again, flicking it across the engorged nub. “Oh, God!” Bethany yelped. Grinning, Julie slid one finger into the gooey hole, then eased in a second, taking up a brisk tongue motion around Bethany’s clit as she began to draw her fingers in and out.
Bethany responded in a big way with adorable little gasps and sighs, her feet beating out a tattoo on the comforter, clutching Julie’s head with both hands.
To the left, Julie was dimly aware of Mallory crying out in the throes of orgasm, which kicked her excitement up another notch. Still applying her fingers and tongue to Bethany’s cunt, she scrabbled around with her free hand until it fastened on an unused pillow. This she stuffed between her legs, grinding it against her throbbing pussy.
Meanwhile she was finger-fucking Bethany hard and fast, her tongue working feverishly. The young redhead’s high-pitched squeals were giving way to full-voiced, throaty moans.
Next to them, Mallory was switching back and forth between Halee’s nipples, pleasuring each in turn as she slid a hand down the girl’s belly, over the smoothly shaven mound, then down to the vaginal cleft, teasing a finger inside the juicy folds. Halee lifted her buttocks straight off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips.
“Tell me what you want right now,” Mallory murmured. “You just made me come like a fucking hydrogen explosion, so now you get to pick your treat.”
“Finger-fuck me!” Halee blurted without hesitation. A second finger joined the first, then slid deeper, right up to Mal’s third knuckle, the palm of her hand smacking against Halee’s clit. “Oh, God!” she wailed. “Keep d-doing that. But harder!”
Mallory slammed her fingers home again, and Halee yelped as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. It hurt a bit, but somehow that made it even better. Wanting even more, she began to buck against Mallory’s hand.
Mallory flashed the girl a wicked grin. “Dirty bitch… You want it hard and fast, don’t you? Get fucked till you scream?”
“YES!” Halee howled. “Fuck me. FUCK me!”
Pushing herself into a sitting position, Mallory reached down with her free hand, engaging the nubbin of Halee’s clit in a fast circular motion while plunging both fingers in and out, her hand a blur. A liquid sound accompanied each hard thrust.
It took less than a minute of this before Halee felt the relentless approach of her orgasm. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come!” she screamed.
“Oh Halee, me too!” Bethany wailed, her hand flailing until it fastened on Halee’s. The young lovers interlaced their fingers, turning their heads to look into each other’s eyes as they tilted off the edge of the world. High pitched yips emanated from Bethany’s throat as she bucked hard against Julie’s face. Halee was uttering the soft, breathy vocalizations that always accompanied her climax, gripping Mallory’s fingers with powerful contractions of her cunt.
Once the peak of Halee’s climax had passed, she tucked her chin into her chest, still shivering. She heard Bethany heave a contented sigh, felt the girl give her hand a squeeze.
Both girls lay sweaty and still, faces glazed with sweat. Mallory collapsed between Halee and the wall, wrapping an arm around the sticky, spent teen.
The only one yet to come was Julie, who was frantically rubbing herself off with the pillow in her grip, sweat dripping down her face, every breath hissing through gritted teeth.
A grinning Bethany released Halee’s hand, positioned herself so she was kneeling between Julie’s legs, then firmly took the pillow away. “Allow me!” she said before Julie could protest, reaching down to work two fingers into Julie’s slippery hole. Finding the rough spot at the top of the woman’s vaginal wall, she commenced a fast rubbing action.
“Oh, hell yes,” Julie gasped, throwing her head back. “Oh. Oh, fuck, yeah!” Folding her arms, she buried her face in them, an occasional moan escaping. Her hips moved in time with Bethany’s flexing wrist.
Moments later she came, buttocks pumping furiously, clutching her breasts with both hands. Then she was twisting around, rolling away, dislodging Bethany’s fingers.
Julie’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. Then her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at Bethany. “Get up here, you,” she said, beckoning to the younger girl, who draped her thin, waif-like body over the top of Julie’s lanky frame.
The quartet of lovers lay in silence for several minutes, basking in each other’s presence, letting their beating hearts return to normal.
Finally, Halee lay her hand on Bethany’s arm. “I’d call that a successful test run, wouldn’t you?” she said with a grin.
Bethany snickered. “I think we can totally do this.”
“Well,” said Julie, lightly stroking Bethany’s back with the tips of her fingers, “I’ll have to double-check with my partner over there—who appears to have dozed off on us, by the way—but I’m pretty sure you two have an open invitation to, er, revisit this experiment anytime you want.”
Halee and Bethany both laughed. “I have a feeling we’ll be back for more,” said Bethany.
Soon to come: Chapter Twenty!
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