Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 12

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary:  A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords:  F/FF, preg, public

Language: English

 

Her New Name—Part 12

(F/FF, preg, public)

By SM

 

(Other parts of this series can be found at:  http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/SM/Her_New_Name_Series/)

 

The library seemed dull after the sexy time she’d had with Marc.  She found herself going through the motions of sorting and checking out books thinking that she was bored. 

About 4 in the afternoon, two young girls came in, arm in arm, maybe 17 or 18 years old both a bit on the chunky side with large boobs, one of them obviously pregnant.  They were laughing and giggling.  The redheaded one looked at Cari and then looked her up and down, raising her eyebrows.  Kari felt a tingle in her pussy, and thought, “Did she just scope me out like the guys do?”

“Appears so,” her slutself replied. 

“That’s a surprise.”

“Why?  You’re bi-sexual, in case you’ve forgotten. In fact, you were in the process of being picked up by Melody when Marc came along.  Besides, other sluts can sense that you’re available for sex.”

“Am I that obvious?” 

“To some of them, you are.  What’s the problem with that?  You want to be fucked and used as a slut fucktoy, after all.”  She couldn’t think of any way to argue with that.

 

Awhile later, she was back in the shelves, finding a book for someone and heard an unusual sound—at least for the library.  Sounded like moaning and whimpering.  She took the book out to the person who’d asked for it, and then went back to check it out.  When she came around the end of the shelf toward the back corner where the lesbian literature was, she saw the two young girls and stopped short.

The redheaded girl was down on her knees, and the blonde pregnant one was leaning back against the books, her panties around her ankles and her skirt up over her waist.  The redhead’s face was buried in the blonde’s pussy, sucking and licking, while fingering herself inside her panties.  The blonde squealed and her body bucked in her orgasm as Kari watched, frozen in surprise.

The redhead pulled back and licked her lips, sitting back with her legs spread wide her hand still moving inside her panties.  She glanced up the aisle, and saw Kari.

“Well, hello there.  It’s that sexy librarian!” the redhead said, with a bit of embarrassment from getting caught.

Kari was still looking at them wide-eyed.  “You might get caught doing that here,” she whispered.  The redhead got up and came up to Kari, reaching out for her blouse, teasing one of the buttons.  Kari noticed that her hair seemed to be somewhat matted, as though she hadn’t brushed it or styled it.

“Yeah, we DID get caught,” she said looking sly and seductive, “so maybe you can help us.  I always thought you were cute and sexy, Ma’am.”

“H-h-help you?” Kari wished her voice didn’t sound so flustered.

“Yeah . . . first off, you won’t tell anyone, will you?  Please?” the redhead said as she brazenly reached up and touched her finger to Kari’s lips.  Kari could smell her pussy juices on her finger, realizing that was the hand she’d been using inside her panties while she sucked the pregnant girl.  Involuntarily Kari licked her lips, tasting the sweet wetness.  Then, she blushed, realizing what she’d done, and her own cunt started dripping.  Now rattled, she found herself shaking her head in answer to the question.

“N-n-no, I won’t tell anyone, but you can’t keep doing it here,” she answered.

Then the blonde who had walked closer whined, “Well, where can we?  I’m still living at home and my parents won’t let me go anywhere to even get close to any of the guys since I got pregnant, and I get sooooo horny I can hardly stand it.  They put a restraining order on the guy who made me pregnant.  Stacy gets me off almost every day, so I don’t go crazy.  So, where can we do it, if we can’t do it here?”

“Well, Leanne, maybe this sexy librarian—uhm <looking at her work nametag> Kari—will have to let us come over to her house.  We can tell your folks that you’re learning about literature.  It could be fun!” the redheaded Stacy said softly, seductively.  “Would you help us, please?”  She reached out and hugged Kari and put her head against Kari’s shoulder, breathing on the top of her boobs.

Kari was too surprised to think of anything to say.  She opened her mouth and then closed it, then opened it again. 

“Please?  We don’t have any other place to go!” the blonde Leanne begged, coming to hug her on the other side.

“Ok . . . ok . . . I’ll try to help you,” Kari gave in, looking around hoping nobody else saw them.  They hung around the library until Kari got off work, and then followed her to her car, looking at her with pleading expressions.  Kari closed her eyes and shook her head, and said, “I may regret this, but ok . . . get in.”  They both squealed with excitement and hopped in the car.

“After all, you wanted to get knocked up as a teen,” her slutself said, “and nobody would help you live out your slut fantasies.”

“Well, if I don’t help them, they might end up in some alley, getting raped and really get hurt,” she replied.

“And, you might get to enjoy sucking on a pregnant teen’s tits while her friend sucks on your cunt.”

“Do you HAVE to be so crude?” but Kari’s pussy quivered at the thought.

“Why not?  You’ve been breaking all the rules.  Why not just dive in and accept that you think like a cheap whore?  No sense hiding that anymore.”

“Well, surely you could say it more . . . more . . .“

“ . . . fake?  Like the women in Sunday school?”  Kari always hated the way women in the Bible belt talked so fake, when she knew so many of them were fucking the deacons or someone behind everybody’s back.

“All right.  You win.  I’m a fucking slut who wanted to be knocked up and now I want to suck a pregnant girl’s boobs while another girl is sucking on my whorecunt.  There.  Are you happy now?”

Her slutself just laughed.  “There’s hope for you after all.”

 

When they got to Kari’s place, she let them in and went to put up her stuff from work, and change to some shorts and a halter top that tied in the back, since the weather was still warm.  When she came back into the living room, Stacy and Leanne were making out on the couch.  That was both a little unnerving and arousing.  Since it seemed that all restrictions were off, she went to the pantry and got the bottle of rum and some coke and brought them out, and got ready to make herself a drink.  Then she remembered after all she had guests, even if they hadn’t exactly been invited.

“What do you two want to drink?” she asked.

“You mean besides each other?” Leanne giggled.  Her blouse was open and she had taken her bra off.  Kari caught herself licking her lips when she saw the pregnant girl’s swollen boobs and hard nipples, one of which was wet from Stacy sucking on it.

“What are you having,” Stacy asked?

“I’m having a rum and coke, but you’re too young to drink that.”

Both Leanne and Stacy laughed out loud.

“What?”

“My mom gets plastered nearly every night,” Stacy said.

“And my mom and dad don’t want anybody at church to know, so they wait until it’s too late for people to call, and drink martini’s until they are almost falling down,” Leanne said.

“So, we drink whenever we want to, as long as nobody sees us.  They said they don’t care, just don’t get caught.”

“Speaking of your parents aren’t they going to be wondering where you are?”

“Naw, we told them we were at the library, and then we might go to a movie.  They don’t care about that, either, as long as we aren’t around any boys.  I don’t know see why.  I’m already pregnant.  But, they said they didn’t want anybody at church to know that I’m a slut,” Leanne said.

“Mom will be drunk in another hour or so, so she won’t even notice when I come home,” Stacy said.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 18,” Stacy said.

“I’m 17 and 11 months,” Leanne said.

Kari sighed.  She knew when she’d been that age that she was full of anger and rebellion—which wouldn’t have been so strong if she’d gotten a chance to break a few rules.

“Why don’t you sit down, Miss Kari,” Stacy said.

“Mrs.  . . . never mind.”  She had almost corrected her, but since she was divorced, her status was a mute point anyway.

“Anyway, why don’t you sit down, Miss Kari.  You’ve been working hard.  I’ll take care of the drinks.”

Kari sighed and sat down in the arm chair.  After all, she was tired from her boring day at the library—up until these two had shown up.  The dilemma’s about what was right and wrong here were so blurred that her head hurt from trying to figure them out.  She rubbed her temples and sighed.

Stacy brought her a drink, then ran back and made some for herself and Leanne.  Then she went over to stand behind Kari and put her hands on her shoulders and began to rub gently.

“You look tired and tense.  Let me help you relax.”  Kari had to admit that her shoulder massage felt very good.  She took a drink, and was surprised that it wasn’t extra strong, like she’d gotten used to.  Stacy might just know how to mix drinks correctly out of her weird family situation.  Kari herself didn’t know how to mix drinks, because of her own weird family situation.  She shook her head again at the dilemmas popping up almost by the minute.

“Just relax,” Stacy whispered softly, and moved her hands up to rub Kari’s temples and forehead, and even massaged her scalp.  Kari took another drink, and since she hadn’t eaten since noon or so, she could feel it start to effect her.  Leanne was drinking hers too, lying back on the couch with her boobs out, her skirt up and her legs spread open, playing with her pussy.  She seemed to be without any particular inhibitions about doing that in Kari’s plain view.

Kari realized that Stacy had moved back down to her shoulders and had begun to rub in front, reaching down further with each circle of her fingers.  It wasn’t long before Kari’s halter top had come undone, and she realized her nipples were almost exposed.  She started to cover up again, and then just shrugged and went along with it, taking another drink instead.  Soon, Stacy was fondling her 36-D boobs and kissing her neck, which sent tingles down her spine and through her pussy.

Leanne came over and got on her knees in front of her, and started rubbing her legs.  Soon, she reached up to unbutton Kari’s shorts.

“What are you two doing?” Kari asked.

“Seducing you, of course,” Leanne giggled.  “We’ve been talking for weeks about how beautiful and sexy you are.  We’ve watch you at the library.  In fact, we have a question.”  She pulled on Kari’s shorts, and Kari scooted forward and lifted up so Leanne could pull them off, then scooted back.  So Kari sat there just wearing her panties with her halter top flopped down in front showing her tits, feeling very defenseless.

“What’s that?”

“A couple of weeks ago, a guy came in and talked with you really quietly, so we couldn’t hear him.  You went to the back, and then you came out and gave him a book.  He came back a couple of hours later and gave it back to you, but that wasn’t what was going on.  We could tell you were really turned on, and you even smelled like you’d had sex or something.  We’ve been trying to think about what happened, but we could never figure it out.”

Kari blushed at the memory of Joe and the panties.

“<ahem> . . . that’s kinda’ personal.”

They looked at each other and giggled.  “I KNEW it was something sexy,” Stacy said, coming around and getting down by the arm of her chair.  “It sure wasn’t library business!  Tell us, please, please?”

“uhm . . . well, he came in and whispered to me that he wanted me to give him my panties.”  They both gasped in happy excitement, this being better even better than they’d thought.

“So . . . I knew he . . . well,” she stuttered.

“You know him?  I mean like, sexually?”

“Well, yeah . . . we met at church . . . and we’ve uhm . . . been together a few times,” Kari blushing, knowing she’d really opened a can of worms.  She took another drink to calm her nerves and Stacy bounced up to refill it again.  This time, it WAS stronger, so either Stacy was now trying to get her drunk, or she didn’t know how to make mixed drinks in the first place.  Even worse, her pussy was tingling from the humiliation so her panties were getting wetter by the minute, which was surely obvious to the other two.  Her embarrassment made her drink even more.  She noticed that Stacy had lost her top, too, so her boobs were on the arm of the chair, rubbing against Kari’s arm.

“Uhm . . . I asked him what he wanted them for,” she said, trying to go on with that particular story, since she didn’t want to get into the rest of what happened with Ralph and at Wendy’s, and all that.

“Yes? And?”  They seemed very eager to listen.

“<ahem>  . . . he said he was going to jerk off into them and then bring them back for me to wear the rest of the day,” she said somewhat hesitantly.

“OH WOW! . . . Kinky!” they both said, looking at each other in surprise.  Apparently this was even better than they had imagined.  “So, what did you do?” Stacy asked.

“I went to the back and . . . uhm . . . it’s hard to explain . . .”

“and you did something sexy . . . what?” she prompted.

“I . . . uhm . . . took my panties off and put them inside me . . . my uhm . . . you know . . . and then I rubbed myself off to soak them for him.”

“WHOA!  . . .WOW! . . . now THAT’s kinky!” they said.  “Then you gave them to him with the book?”

“Yes.”

“And he went out and jerked off into them and then brought them back to you, and you put them back on?”  Leanne asked.  “Wow, that’s kinky!”

“Yes.”  Kari’s pussy got even wetter at the memory.  After all, it WAS kinky . . . although not as kinky as things got later, but she wasn’t planning to go there.

“So, then it looked like he asked you out.  Did you sleep with him that night?”

“Uhm . . . sort of,” she said lamely.

“What do you mean, sort of?” they pressured.

“He asked me over to his place for a party.”

“A big party? . . . lots of other people?”

Kari blushed, “uhm  . . . just two other . . . uhm women.”

“OOOOOOOOh, so it was one guy and 3 women . . . what kind of a party . . . was it an orgy?”

“Uhm . . . well . . . sort of,” she replied feeling very defenseless and a bit bombarded with their questions.

“So you had sex with him and 2 other women?”

“Uhm . . . well . . . yeah . . . and then I passed out and Joe brought me home and put me to bed.”

“Ah . . . his name is Joe.  And you passed out?”

“Yeah.”

“And you had sex with other women.”

“Uhm . . . yeah.”  And then they attacked her . . . sexually that is.

 

A while later, Kari was laying on her side sucking on the pregnant Leanne’s swollen boobs, as Stacy was licking and sucking on her pussy lips.  She didn’t realize until later that this was another of her fantasies fulfilled without any particular planning or effort on her part.  She came and came again at that thought—but thankfully didn’t pass out.

They changed around, and Kari felt proud that she was able to make each of the other two cum rather exuberantly.  Then she realized that she had drunk a bit too much to take them home.

“Don’t worry,” they both said, “we’ll just stay here with you.” 

“They probably won’t even notice that we didn’t make it home.  All they care about is their fucking public image.  If nobody else knows we were out all night, they won’t care.  My mom and dad will bitch at me a bit, and I’ll just tell them I stayed the night at Stacy’s.  They won’t check because Stacy’s mom is ‘below’ them because she doesn’t go to church,” she said with a bit of a sneer.

“Yeah, and my mom will still be drunk in the morning, so she’ll think that I just left before she got up, since I usually do that anyway.  Even if they did check with her, she’d probably say ‘yes, she spent the night here’ to cover up that she didn’t know and had passed out drunk.”

“Ok . . . well, I need to get some sleep.  I have to work tomorrow night.”

“At the library?”

“Uhm . . . no . . . I have another job,” she blushed.

“At night?  So, you’re a hooker?”

“Uhm . . . no . . . I’m a maid.”

“Then why are you blushing about it?”

“Uhm . . . well, they have parties and things there.”

“You mean like, sex parties?”

“Do you serve drinks naked?”

“Why would you ask that?” Kari tried to fend them off.

“Well, do you?”

“Let’s get to bed.”

“You do, don’t you?  And they have orgies there!  Go on, admit it.”  At that point, Kari no longer wondered if she was being bombarded with questions—she WAS being bombarded with questions, and in her semi-inebriated state, worn out from sex and working all day, she could no longer think of ways to answer which would keep her sexual life a secret.

“Oh, well . . . you’ve been waiting for the chance to go public that you’re a fucking cheap whore slut.  Next up: a gangbang with college students on spring break.  Come one, cum all!  Fuck your local librarian for free!”

“Oh, thanks.  Will you shut up?  I can barely keep up with this conversation as it is.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I sure will, slut lesbian fucktoy librarian, Ma’am . . .”

“Oh, shut up!”

 

“Ok . . . yes . . . they, uhm have sexual events there.”  Her mind went to the ‘Poke Her” game, and inwardly she cringed at the thought of explaining that.

“Wow!”

“Ok, I think I’ve about run out of steam to answer your questions.  Let’s get some sleep, ok?”  They finally acquiesced, and then Kari didn’t know where anyone was going to sleep.  Then her southern hospitality kicked in, and she let them sleep in her bed, and she took the couch.  She didn’t remember much after that.

 

 The next morning, she was waked by the sunlight coming in through the living room window.  She got up, a bit disoriented, and then went to make some coffee and then went into the bedroom, headed toward the bathroom and taking a shower.  When she saw the two of them in bed, hugging each other, she felt a pang of jealousy.  She had awakened by herself again this morning, just like most mornings, and she hated waking up alone.  They may be young teens, but they had each other—so it seemed, at least.

As the water cascaded down her back in the shower, she thought, “Well, I could ask Joe to move in, or something.”

“Yeah, and then when you go to the strip joint and Marc brings you home, that would be fun, I’m sure.”

“Oh, shit.  I stepped out on him, didn’t I?” Kari cussed at herself.

“You were rebelling that day, don’t you remember?  And, it’s not like you’re going steady.  But, Joe is too nice, don’t you think?  He cooks good, and he’s good to you, probably in love with you, but he didn’t spank you quite as hard as Marc did before fucking you.  Almost, though.  And he got interrupted.”

“Geez . . . they both are kinky and they turn me on about the same, really.  But, I could be married to a chef more easily than to a bouncer at a nude bar,” Kari replied.

“Who said anything about being married?”

“GEEEZUSSS!  I’m supposed to live with somebody without being married?  My family would never speak to me again.”

“Oh, well.  They’re idiots anyway.  The only sexy guy in your life until all this started was your hus- . . . uhm . . . ex-husband.”

“Yeah, but we’re divorced.”

“Yeah,” her slutself said in a musing tone.

“Oh shut up, yes, I divorced him, because he wouldn’t do what I tried to force him, to control him to do.  The mom is supposed to be in total control.”

“Yeah, you’re totally right, that’s the worst thing I can think of . . . the only guy who was strong enough to tell your mom to go fly a kite to her face . . . and who was strong enough to stop you from being in control in the same hateful way your mom was with your dad. Your life was hell growing up because your mom had total control—as far as she knew, anyway, so everyone lived with her rage. He was much stronger than your dad, who was a total wimp with your mom, so he instead he took out his frustration on you by molesting you.  You’re ex didn’t follow that script at all.  He was a really bad guy . . . bad, bad, really bad, and all that.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Maybe you can’t control me, either,” her slutself replied.

“No shit, Sherlock?”

 

 She heard someone outside the shower, so she finished rinsing and went out, toweling herself off. 

“Good morning, dear!” Stacy said brightly, and kissed her cheek.  Kari laughed, “Good mornin’”

“I hope you don’t mind that I found some toothbrushes still in their package in that drawer,” she said pointing, “and used one.  If you want, I’ll buy you another one.  Leanne can use this one, too.”

 “No, that’s ok . . . help yourself.  I have plenty of those.  Tell Leanne that, too.”

“She’s asleep again, so I think I’ll let her rest.  She got up with morning sickness earlier, and then just laid back down and went back to sleep—or maybe it was from the booze, I’m not sure.”

“Ok . . . let her sleep for now.  I’ll go make breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” Stacy asked brightly.

“Yes.  You know, the meal people usually have in the morning including a couple of cups of coffee to wake up?”

“Ah . . . I’ve heard about that . . . no, I’m just kidding.  Uhm, mom never cooks breakfast, since she wakes up drunk all the time.”  Her eyes were wistful, and she looked down at the floor, obviously embarrassed.

“I see.  I’m sorry . . . then hop in the shower and you can have breakfast this morning for once.” 

Stacy brightened back up and kissed her again.  “That will be fabulous, thank you!” and she stripped quickly in front of Kari and opened the shower door.  Kari had a flashback of lying on the floor, licking on Stacy’s cunt lips over her face while Leanne was licking her pussy—but she pushed it away. 

“Sheesh, I’m beginning to see sex everywhere.”

“What else is new this morning?  Have you decided whether you want 10 college guys, or 10 guys and 10 girls to fuck you on spring break?”  Kari blushed.

“Will you stay the fuck out of my dreams?”

Her slutself just laughed and didn’t bother to answer.

 

 She got a cup of coffee and then had to rummage around to find stuff for breakfast.  Thankfully, Joe had included some breakfast foods when he’d stocked up her pantry and freezer, so she actually had quite a lot to choose from, to her surprise.  She started some small link sausages and hash browns in the electric skillet, noting that she had enough eggs to make cheese-eggs to go with.  Maybe Joe should be the one for her to . . . uhm . . . court, if you will, since she was starting to think about finding a partner. 

 

“He can sure cook,” she thought, and then cringed at the memory that her ex was a very good cook, too.

“But Marc has an enormous dick, you know, and loves to fuck innocent young girls from Sunday school . . . and you’d get to become the hit new stripper librarian.”

“Yeah, but he likes to beat the fuck out of Jackie, and I’m not sure I want to be in that scene all the time.  And it wasn’t Sunday school . . . it was regular school, those clothes I was wearing.”

“No? Why not?  You’d love to have the fuck beat out of you and then get fucked afterwards every week.  That’s why you picked a fight with your ex every week when you were married, you know, hoping he’d whip your ass.  You’re a pain-slut, after all.  Always better to get whipped and then fucked than being whipped by your dad and not fucked because your mother decided you were an embarrassment to her because your grades weren’t straight ‘A’s.  Well, maybe she fucked you too in the proverbial sense.  And, what difference does it make what kind of school, anyway?  Your dad made you suck him after Sunday school when he’d take you on those Sunday afternoon drives out to the woods.  He made you wear your Sunday school clothes even, remember?  That’s why you love to have sex in the woods, after all, even if he didn’t have a big enough dick to fuck you with.”

Kari sighed.  “You’re not helping any.  Always before, whatever would make the family look good to the public was always the choice we made.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?  Your mom made your dad out to be a fool almost all the time.  He was obese, and could barely function—and he could only ‘function’ as a ‘man’ with you, a little girl, since he was so intimidated sexually by his own wife--your mom—and his own mom.  She killed his public image, as you know.  The only people he could relate with were over 70 years old, because he could help them into the church bus.  As you remember, all he was good for to her was to make money, so she could do whatever she wanted any time she wanted it.  It wasn’t what made the FAMILY look good, it was what made your MOM look good.”

Kari blinked.  “Oh, my god.”

“Go turn the sausages before they burn.  They may be the same small size and shape as your dad’s dick, but they taste terrible if they burn.  And check the hash browns so they don’t burn either.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ok, I’m goin’, smartass.”

 

Stacy came out with her hair looking odd.  It seemed as if she’d tried to blow-dry it without a brush or a comb, so it looked like the outside was a crust while the inner strands were still dripping wet drops down on her neck.  Kari took one look and asked her, “Has anyone taught you how to do your hair?”

“Uh . . . not really.  I’m . . . uhm . . . mom was always drunk in the morning, so I haven’t been very willing to let anyone help me.  I don’t have many friends—well, only Leanne, really.  I dropped out of school a couple of years ago.”

“Ah . . . will you let me help you, then?”

She looked a bit surprised, but replied, “uhm . . . yes, I think I’d like that,” blushing a bit.

“Ok . . . after the food, then.”

Leanne appeared in the doorway, looking a bit pale with her hand on her pregnant stomach, and told them she was going to take a shower, and that she wasn’t hungry.  She disappeared and they could hear the shower running.

Stacy and Kari ate the cheese-eggs, sausages and hash browns, and Kari found that one thing that Stacy was used to in the morning was a cup of coffee, although she didn’t know how she’d grown accustomed to it.

“That was wonderful,” Stacy told her, sitting back, raising her coffee cup underneath her nose to smell the aroma.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“You’re not only very cute and sexy and kinky.  You’re nice,” Stacy said smiling.

“Thank you.  I don’t know about the cute and sexy part.  I’m glad you think I’ve been nice to you.”

“And the kinky part?”

Kari giggled.  “I was hoping that was a secret.”

“Not to me, it isn’t.”

Kari took her into the bathroom and showed her how to style her hair with the blow-dryer.  She was very aware that Stacy was turned on by being attended to, as Kari could see that her nipples got very hard and pointy as she was working with her hair.  Her movements with the brush and the hair-dryer loosened the tie that held her house robe, and it fell open.   When Kari put the dryer and brush down to tie it back again, Stacy stopped her.

“No, please leave it open, will you?  I like looking at your body.  You’re sexy.”

Kari blushed, her pussy tingled, and her nipples got hard.  “It’s nice to be admired,” she replied, and left it open.

When Kari had turned her around to do the front of her hair, Stacy reached out and played with her nipples.

“Oh . . . you’re going to make this difficult if you keep that up.”

“Well, what if I suck your pussy after you’re done, then?  As a ‘thank you,’ you know.”  Kari’s pussy tingled, and she couldn’t think of a graceful way to say no, so she just didn’t reply.  So, when she finished with Stacy’s hair, Stacy pushed her back against the bathroom wall, got down on her knees in front of her, gently rubbing the inside of her thighs until Kari opened her legs enough for her to start licking.  It wasn’t long before Kari’s legs were shaking, and she reached down to pull Stacy’s face into her cunt.  Stacy rubbed her face against her dripping pussy, smearing Kari’s juices all over.  Even her eyes and forehead were wet when she thrust her tongue into her cunt, and then put her mouth over Kari’s clit and sucked gently.  That put Kari over the top, and she blasted off, almost falling down.  Stacy reached up and caught her as she started to slide down the wall, and kissed Kari full on the lips.  Kari could taste her own pussy juices on Stacy’s tongue, an erotic sensation all its own.  When she got her breath, Stacy wouldn’t let her suck her off, saying that it was a ‘thank you’ for helping her with her hair, so Kari didn’t need to respond.

Stacy left Kari’s pussy juices on her face, and then when Leanne got up, she went and kissed her.  Kari expected Leanne to be repulsed by her smell, but instead, Leanne cooed and began licking Stacy’ face.  “You’ve been fucking with Kari, haven’t you? . . . I love pussy juice!”  Leanne brightened up.  “I’ve finally found a cure for morning sickness!  I feel much better!”

 

 

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