In the morning, Luisa volunteered to make breakfast. She went to the fridge and took inventory while Annabel made coffee. Carla sat down at the kitchen table, yawning, stretching, and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
All three were still naked. They’d spent the night together in
Carla’s bed, twined together in a warm cocoon. Luisa and Carla had made
no move to dress before coming downstairs, and Annabel had followed
their lead. It was late enough in the morning to already be quite warm,
so there was really no need to cover up.
When Luisa closed the refrigerator door and turned back around, her
nipples were rock-hard from the cold. Carla had an impulse to go over
and suck on them, but she knew where that would lead, and she didn’t
want to do anything that would delay breakfast. Her stomach was
They were all pretty hung over, and everyone was grateful when the
coffee was ready. As she sipped the hot liquid Annabel kept having
flashbacks to the previous night. At times she hadn’t known whose pussy
she was eating, or who was licking or fondling her; it all kind of
blurred together into one big ball of pleasure. She was still tingling
between the legs.
Luisa had put on an apron to keep oil from spattering on her as she
cooked, but her plump rear end was still on display. Annabel couldn’t
help staring at it as it swayed, its owner moving to some rhythm playing
in her head. It really was, Annabel thought, the most magnificent rump
she’d ever seen.
Annabel felt a hand on her knee and realized that Carla had been
watching her watch Luisa. She immediately began to blush, as if she’d
been caught at something, but Carla was entirely pleased. Annabel’s
inner lesbian was really starting to express herself.
After eating they lingered over coffee, chatting quietly and looking
out at the water. It was an extraordinarily beautiful day, even by
Malibu standards. Then Annabel began to clean up as Carla took Luisa by
the hand and led her from the room.
Annabel cleared the dishes and wiped the counters, humming to
herself, hangover now a thing of the past. She had just sat the clean
frying pan down in the dish drainer when Carla appeared.
Without a word Carla took Annabel in her arms and gave her a big,
open-mouthed kiss. Their boobs pressed together and Carla reached both
hands around to squeeze her stepmother’s ass. Then Carla released Annabel, grabbed hold of her collar, and led her upstairs.
In Carla’s bedroom Luisa was tied hand and foot to the bed. She was
positioned sideways so her head was toward the window and her spread
legs faced the door. Annabel’s pussy began to lubricate as she
anticipated what was about to happen, but instead of leading her to the
bed, Carla deposited her on the chair against one wall.
Carla lashed Annabel’s wrists and ankles tightly to the chair, then
ball-gagged and nipple-clamped her. Annabel was helpless to do anything
but watch as Carla approached the bed and leaned over to kiss Luisa
They made out slowly and sweetly, nibbling each others’ lips, tongues
darting and probing. Then Carla shifted forward and pushed one breast into Luisa’s mouth, closing her own lips over one of Luisa’s stiff nipples.. Annabel let out a muffled moan, feeling the liquid
begin to pool between her legs, but powerless to move.
Carla and Luisa’s tongues traced down each others’ bodies as Carla
stretched out, and then they were 69ing. Luisa slurped away aggressively
as Carla teased and tested, lapping at Luisa’s inner thighs, gently
kissing and blowing on her clit. When Carla penetrated Luisa with one finger, Annabel could see the muscles clench around it.
After a few minutes Carla sat up and held on to Luisa’s tits while
grinding down on her face. Annabel watched Carla’s expression change as
her orgasm approached, and then it hit her and she moaned, letting all
her weight sink down onto Luisa. Everything was quiet until a muffled
cry escaped from between Carla’s legs; Luisa couldn’t breathe and was
starting to suffocate.
Carla mercifully climbed off her and stood up. After taking a minute
to drink water from the cup on her bedside table, she clipped the leash
onto Annabel’s collar. “Luisa, dear,” said Carla. “Would you like some
attention over there?”
“Siiii,” groaned Luisa, whose pussy was throbbing with need. “Yes, please.”
“Annabel, you’d like to help her out, wouldn't you?” Annabel, still
ball-gagged, merely nodded. Carla pulled out the gag, untied Annabel’s
hands and feet, and used the leash to pull her to her knees. Annabel started
to crawl toward the bed but soon felt the leash tighten, arresting her
progress. She looked back over her shoulder at Carla, who was grinning
wickedly, deeply enjoying torturing the two of them. Keeping a firm grip
on the leash, she gradually slackened it inch by inch as Annabel pulled
forward, straining to reach the juicy wet cunt in front of her.
When she finally got there, seemingly hours later, she was eager and
voracious. Carla watched with satisfaction as her stepmother dove into
her friend’s crotch. Luisa came once almost immediately, then again as
Annabel finger-fucked her while licking and sucking her clit.
After the second orgasm Annabel became aware of movement behind her,
then grunted as Carla plunged a strap-in into her. Carla leaned down to
kiss Annabel, licking the pussy juice from her lips, then pushed her
head back between Luisa’s legs.