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Harper Valley USA 6 - The Makeover (FF, F+/m, rom, voy,
1st, pantyhose)
by Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)
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This is the sixth chapter of what will be a continuing
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the
obvious incest themes. Each chapter will be written
predominantly from the point of view of one member of the
family.
***
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction
containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between
adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is
consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest
or sexual relations with underage children. The story is
written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who
are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not
to read this.
This is the sixth chapter of what will be a continuing
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the
obvious incest themes.
Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point
of view of one member of the family. We hope you enjoy
it. Please send your comments and suggestions.
Your friends at Filthy Fiction...
Story codes: (F/F, F/F/m, inc, family, pantyhose, cum,
oral, solo, squirt, voy, exh, bi, slow, plot, cons, rom)
Harper Valley USA
By Filthy Fiction
Chapter Six
The Makeover
Shelly lounged between the soft rumpled sheets, with her
legs swaddled in the same smoky gray pantyhose she'd been
wearing all morning. Her blankets always felt more
comfortable with her legs bundled in a lush pair of
soothing pantyhose. She easily spread her silky thighs
and lightly began dragging her gentle fingers over her
frustrated clit. The cozy nylon snuggled her from her
writhing hips down to her curling toes.
For the life of her, Shelly couldn't stop thinking about
letting Jonathan fuck her in the ass. An hour had passed
since then. Yet, the lingering throb was a comforting
reminder of what a total slut she could be. The pain
didn't matter nearly as much as proving how much she
would suffer for his pleasure. The warm rush of cum that
flooded her ruptured asshole was all the reward she would
ever need.
As she quietly lied there reliving every moment, her
grazing fingers absently teased her horny pussy well
beyond the dew point. She squirmed under the warm covers,
fidgeting with her moist cunt, with only a hazy sense of
her building pleasure, when a rush of heat suddenly
consumed her with the urgent need to make herself cum as
hard as possible.
Her swollen clit reached out impatiently. She skillfully
slid her fingers over her hairless mound. Her smooth
fingers brushed, circled and patted the jutting bulb,
prompting a flurry of feverish gasps and rapturous moans.
Her rhythmic fingers tirelessly stirred her toward a
strong, lust-driven climax. Her mind swarmed with images
of Jonathan in the kitchen clutching his stiff hard-on.
The sight of his beautifully extended cock revealed in
Shelly a new hunger that longed to have any part of her
body used when and how he wanted. She rubbed her clit
harder. She remembered how Jonathan desperately begged to
fuck her, how he dropped to his knees, crawled between
her legs and zealously used his entire mouth to lick,
suckle and worship her dirty asshole.
Her ass reared off the mattress in a violent fit of
climactic throes. She groaned, whimpered and breathlessly
panted her son's name. Her rotating fingers refused to
stop. One orgasm wouldn't be enough. Another wave crashed
over her. Her ears deafened from the roar of blood
rushing to her brain. The fiery tingle of her smarting
asshole melded with the euphoric blows of a second
intense orgasm.
Shelly woozily sank back into the cushy bedding, sweaty
and out of breath. She lazily rolled over onto her side.
Her drowsy eyelids slowly faded to a close. The sudden
cacophony of her sputtering telephone jarred her from her
stupor. She wearily reached over and pulled the cordless
to her ear. After a resounding yawn, she grumbled against
the receiver, in a raspy, irritated tone.
"Hrrrmmm," she groaned. "Hullo."
From the other end, Shelly instantly recognized the mousy
tone of her older sister's voice.
"Oh," Kayla said, in an anxious patter. "I'm sorry.
Didn't mean to wake you. Thought you'd be up by now."
Shelly smacked her lips together and held her eyes shut.
Her long hair shielded most of her sleepy face. "I've
been up," she mumbled. "Just needed to lie down for a
while. Couldn't sleep though. So I took my kitty for a
walk."
"When did you get a cat?"
"No, silly," she said. "The other pussy."
"Oh," Kayla said nervously. "You mean, you were..." She
stopped herself short of saying it out loud. "Oh, I see.
Well, umm, I guess I could just call you back after
you...you know, whatever."
"Already did," Shelly said. "Twice."
Kayla swallowed.
"Oh, all right," she said. "Well, uh, I know this is last
minute, but umm...I was kind of hoping we could meet
earlier today."
"Earlier," Shelly wondered with a frown. "What for?"
"I'm just nervous about tonight," Kayla said. "I thought
maybe I could bring the kids over now, and then we could
go out somewhere and talk."
"That's fine with me," Shelly replied, "But Jonathan is
the only one here right now. Greg's down at the bar
watching the Trojans game. Tiffany's out with friends.
Not sure when she'll be back. No later than seven, I'd
think. Do you mind leaving the kids here with Jonathan
alone?"
After a short pause and a long sigh, Kayla gave in. "I
guess it would be okay for a little while. I really need
to see you. I'm so nervous about seeing Peter again. The
last thing I want to do is screw this up."
"And how do you think I can help?"
"I'm not sure exactly," Kayla said, "But I've seen how
men drool over you." She paused, measuring her words.
"Frankly," she added. "I've always been kind of, umm...
jealous, I guess. You just have this aura around you that
men can't resist. I've never had that. Just once, I'd
like to know how it feels."
"It's really not that complicated," Shelly calmly
explained. "I just know what men like. I can almost read
their minds. That's how it is with me and Greg. I never
wait until he asks me to do something. I sense what he
wants, and no matter what it is, I just do it."
"I should've been able do that with Peter, too," Kayla
said, with a guilt-ridden sigh. "God knows, I must have
taken a dozen psychology courses in college. I should
already know what men want. So why do I feel like I don't
have a clue?"
"Well, for one thing," Shelly said. "It has nothing to do
with your education. You just need more confidence. And
you won't get it from a book."
"Yeah," Kayla said, with a sniffle. "You're probably
right. But I'm sure I'd have plenty of confidence, if I
looked more like you."
"Not true," Shelly said. "Looks aren't everything.
Feeling good about yourself is way more important."
"I know," Kayla answered bitterly. "But being a hot
blonde with a killer body doesn't exactly hurt either."
Shelly rolled her eyes. Kayla had been griping about her
looks since Shelly was 13. That was the year when,
seemingly overnight, Shelly bloomed from a training bra
to a full C and completely eclipsed her older sister's
average-sized handfuls.
"C'mon, Kay," Shelly said. "Don't be so down on yourself.
It's not like Peter just married you for your cooking.
I've tasted your meatloaf."
Kayla scoffed. "I beg your pardon. If I'm not mistaken,
your daughter raves about my cooking all the time."
Shelly shrugged. "Only because I don't like to cook. Just
because you make the effort, that doesn't make you Martha
Stewart."
"Could you just finish your point?"
"Yes," Shelly said. "It's simple. If you want to change
your luck with men, then all you need to do is change
your image."
"Hmm," Kayla said. "You mean, like a makeover?"
A devilish smile crept from the corners of Shelly's
mouth. "Mmmmm, no," she said. "Not exactly. I was
thinking of something more like...slut lessons."
Kayla laughed. "Do you really think you can teach me how
to be a slut in less than six hours?"
Shelly flexed an eyebrow. "Miracles have been known to
happen," she said. "The question is...are you up for it?"
"I'm not sure," Kayla said, hesitating. "I'd be lying if
I said I wasn't scared. You know how nervous I get around
guys. I'm sure that explains why Walter Crenshaw broke up
with me senior year. I still can't believe that jerk only
waited two hours to ask you out."
"Yeah," Shelly said regretfully. "I always felt bad about
that. I didn't even know he liked me."
Kayla sucked her teeth. "See what I mean. That's exactly
what I'm talking about. Men fawn over you all the
flipping time and you barely even notice."
Kayla paused for a calming breath, then mildly spoke
again. "How's Walter doing anyway? Still teaching wood
shop at Tiffany's school?"
"Yeah," Shelly said. "Although there was a rumor that he
might have gotten involved with one of his students a
while back."
"Involved?" Kayla anxiously repeated. "You
mean...sexually?"
"Yes," Shelly replied, unable to resist mocking her. "I
mean...sexually. Jesus, Kay, you can't even say the word
sex without sounding like you're in pain."
"I know," Kayla said. "I really need help. Will you help
me, Shell?"
"Of course, I will," Shelly said. "But there's one
condition."
"What's that?"
"If this is going to work," Shelly said gravely. "I'll
need you to do everything I tell you. There are probably
going to be a few moments when you'll feel that I'm going
too far. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"
"I think so," Kayla said. " If you can help me get Peter
back, then I'll do whatever it takes. I still love him
more than anything. I can't imagine my life without him.
I need this night to be perfect."
"It will be," Shelly said. "Just leave everything to me."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Kayla and Peter Walsh had been separated for about a
year. If nothing else, their twelve previous years of
marriage had produced their two children, Heather and
Dylan, before Peter reluctantly agreed to move out six
months ago.
While Shelly was generally considered the perfect girl-
next-door, who married her perfect high-school
sweetheart, and then had a perfect little baby, all by
the tender age of 21, her sister's fortunes had to be
considered less than perfect.
After Shelly's storybook wedding, Kayla had to suffer
through four bitter years before she finally got her
chance to walk down the aisle, some two years after her
sister had already given birth to her second child.
Naturally, the man for whom Kayla fell head over heels
was the first man genuinely attracted to her tall pear-
shaped figure, her mild turquoise blue eyes and her
straight natural amber-brown hair. His name was Peter
Walsh.
One summer, while Kayla was visiting home from grad
school, she reluctantly agreed to tag along with her kid
sister for a night of drinking and club hopping down in
the city.
Around four o'clock in the morning, Shelly and Kayla
staggered into an all-night diner somewhere in Santa
Monica. Even after a few cocktails, Shelly's studious-
looking older sister still looked completely out of her
element. She staunchly objected when a baby-faced blonde
with cute dimples asked if he could join the ladies at
their table. With shame in her glaring eyes, Shelly
repeatedly elbowed her sister, until Kayla finally
relented and told the young man to have a seat.
An hour later, Shelly could barely get a word in
edgewise. When they weren't longingly gazing at each
other over their blueberry pancakes, Peter and Kayla
laughed and talked as if they were lifelong friends.
Shelly felt completely invisible. By six o'clock, she had
to literally drag her big sister out of the restaurant.
Kayla had told Peter that she lived in Cedar Springs, so
Peter lied and told her that his family also lived in the
valley. Kayla dated him for weeks before she finally
confronted him on why she had never been invited to his
house.
When Peter finally confessed the truth that his mother
had been raped and murdered, his father had become a
violent drunk and that he'd ran away from several abusive
foster homes, it only made Kayla fall in love with him
even more.
Two months later, Kayla suddenly announced her
engagement. Shelly wasn't exactly thrilled with the news.
The rest of her family was even less enthused.
Despite being a happily married mother already, Shelly
couldn't get over the way Peter continued to completely
ignore her all the time. Obviously, to her, the man
clearly had a huge ego problem.
Meanwhile, Shelly's parents felt that Peter was a nice
enough young man, but simply not good enough for their
eldest daughter. He was obviously bright, but he had no
direction, no future aspirations whatsoever. Kayla railed
at the suggestion that she could ever fall in love with a
loser. So, from then on, she set her sights on proving
her parents wrong.
With her master's degree in education, Kayla got a job
teaching social studies at a private school in ritzy
Arcadia, about 20 miles east of Cedar Springs. Working
for the wealthy school district afforded Kayla a large
enough salary to put her husband through college. Six
years later, Peter had a law degree from UCLA.
Seven years after law school, Peter Walsh was one of the
most highly sought after entertainment lawyers in
southern California. The palatial, ultra-modern, chrome-
and-glass house, which Peter had custom built in the
suburban hills, was twice the size and triple the cost of
Greg and Shelly's modest three-bedroom abode.
Still, the more wealth and success Peter attained, the
less time he seemed interested in spending with his wife
and children. Kayla resented the fact that she had
supported him throughout the lean years, only to be left
feeling like she was no longer needed anymore.
Lack of sex also left Kayla feeling unappreciated. At 20,
Peter had obviously loved having a 25-year-old
girlfriend. Yet, at 33, he didn't seem quite so enamored,
as his wife steadily approached 40.
Kayla had never quite succeeded in losing all the weight
gained after two pregnancies. Compared to all the slender
models and actresses with whom her husband often rubbed
shoulders, she was no longer as cute and approachable as
those few extra pounds had made her seem when they first
met.
At five-foot-nine, with his blonde hair neatly coifed and
his smooth face cleanly shaven, the hotshot celebrity
attorney looked like a blue-eyed Boy Scout in a tailored
Armani suit. He tired of always having to explain to
every new client that came to his office that the
matronly-looking woman in the photos on his desk was
emphatically not his mother.
Still, any interest that Peter might have had in younger
women was never made obvious to his wife. Of course,
younger women were always interested in Peter. If he and
his wife went for a night out, Kayla could always expect
that at least one woman would casually stroll over and
shamelessly flirt with him, knowing his wife was standing
right there. Kayla got used to that.
As she bundled his suits together for a drop at the
cleaners one day, she couldn't help feeling that they had
reached the point of no return, when she emptied his
pockets and discovered a crumpled Hooters napkin with a
phone number written on it in red lipstick.
Peter explained that he took the number from the flirty
waitress just to be polite. Kayla knew better. She still
remembered that night when Peter had asked her to wear
one of those tacky little uniforms during sex. She hoped
that by asking Peter to move out for a while, it would
force him to seriously rethink his priorities.
After six frustrating months of hoping and waiting, all
that it finally took for Kayla to lure Peter back home
was a casual picnic lunch and the warm invitation of her
radiant suntan pantyhose.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Thirty minutes after talking on the phone, Kayla and her
two children arrived at Shelly's house in a white Lincoln
Navigator. She pulled in beside her sister's plum
convertible, taking the empty space where Greg normally
parked.
The drive itself had only taken about twenty minutes.
Kayla needed the extra ten just to herd her two hellions
into the car. She didn't bother changing outfits, or
fussing with her hair and make-up. That would have been a
waste of time.
Meanwhile, Shelly was still in her bedroom, pondering her
choices for the perfect shopping ensemble. She hoped she
could settle on something before Kayla and the kids got
there. Her sister didn't live all that far away. Both
families liked living close enough to help each other
during emergencies, yet far enough to avoid lots of
unexpected drop-ins.
It wasn't as if Shelly and Kayla didn't get along. Kayla
was just a lot more conservative. She didn't always agree
with what she perceived as Shelly's overly permissive
parenting style. She couldn't always keep her mouth shut
about it either. However, petty arguments over Kayla's
traditional values were a minor concern compared with
what Greg and Shelly really had to hide.
When Kayla finally rang the doorbell, Shelly trotted down
the stairs and scampered over to the front door. She
flung it open with one hand, as she struggled to slip on
a sapphire earring with the other.
"Hey!" Shelly said, smiling at the welcome sight of her
niece and nephew. "Come on in!"
Heather and Dylan rushed toward her. Shelly reeled from
the force of their twin bear hugs. She kissed both of
them on the head and smiled as she watched them race up
to Jonathan's bedroom.
Shelly had settled on a silky wine-colored camisole top,
with a plunging neckline that offered a staggering view
of her large overarching breasts. Her open midriff
temptingly revealed a narrow patch of golden skin
centered by her dimpled navel. Her daringly short
miniskirt firmly compressed her broad hips and thighs.
Tight black spandex thoroughly stretched over her thick
bulging ass. Her dazzling legs glimmered in the afternoon
sun, glowing in a vibrant pair of lustrous nude
pantyhose. Her minimal black sandals presented her
girlish feet on pencil-thin, four-inch heels. A black
leather Y-strap collared both ankles, with thin straps of
black leather spanning across her hose-covered feet.
Kayla blushed instantly. "Oh, my God!" She said, gaping
in overblown horror. "You never said anything about
turning tricks!"
Shelly folded her arms. "What did I say to you on the
phone," she admonished. "Didn't I tell you to trust me?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"But nothing," Shelly said. "If all you can do is
criticize, then we can just forget the whole thing."
Shelly paused as her eyes slowly scanned over her sister
in a powder blue sweater set, loose-fitting gray knit
pants and sensible brown leather pumps.
"Besides," Shelly said derisively. "You shouldn't talk.
You look like the fucking Church Lady."
Kayla twisted her face. Her voice rose to a higher pitch.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" she asked, gazing down at
herself. "This is what I'd normally wear to work."
"Exactly," Shelly said. "You look like a schoolmarm. I
mean, don't get me wrong, it's a cute sweater, but let's
be honest...that outfit wouldn't get you laid in prison."
Kayla paused for a moment, then looked up in her sister's
eyes. "Is it really that bad?"
"No," Shelly said. "I just had to get you back for that
turning tricks remark. Though I don't see how you expect
men to notice you, when you dress all prim and proper. It
defeats your whole purpose. When you leave your house
everyday, you should be one hundred percent certain that
every man who sees you is only thinking about how much he
wants to fuck you."
Kayla shushed. "Not so loud," she forcefully whispered.
"My kids might hear you."
Shelly threw up her hands and sighed with disgust. "Just
forget it," she said. "I don't know why I thought I could
help you. You're clearly not ready for this. Let's just
forget the whole thing."
"Hold on," Kayla appealed. "Don't give up on me just yet.
I didn't mean to insult you. I'm sorry. You know this is
all new to me. At least, give me credit for showing up."
"I do give you credit," Shelly said. "I'm sure turning to
your little sister for advice wasn't easy. I understand
that. But you have to give me credit, too. I've been
happily married for a pretty long time now. I must be
doing something right."
Kayla let out a soft sigh. She bravely looked up at her
sister and softly asked, "So where do we start?"
Shelly flashed a bright smile. She snatched her purse and
instantly dashed through the front door.
"Macy's ought to have everything we need," she said, her
voice bursting with energy. "I think we should just keep
it simple. All you really need are some nice trendy
separates that we can mix and match. A couple skirts, a
few tops, something casual, something dressy. Obviously,
you'll need shoes. Then, we'll just put it all together
and kick it up a notch!"
Kayla seemed to approve of her sister's agenda. It was
hard to feel otherwise. Shelly's enthusiasm was
contagious.
As they scuttled over to the driveway, with the mid-day
sun beaming down on them, Shelly couldn't help commenting
on Kayla's outfit.
"God," she said, as if even asking was exhausting.
"Aren't you hot in those pants? It's like 85 today."
Kayla shook her head as she waited for Shelly to unlock
her car, a sparkling Mitsubishi Eclipse.
"Not really," she answered, folding herself into the
passenger's seat. "But if you're really concerned about
the temperature, then why on Earth are you wearing
pantyhose?"
Shelly answered mysteriously. "Ahhhh," she said, lowering
herself behind the steering wheel. "Now, that's a good
question...a good question with a really good answer."
"I'm listening."
"Well," Shelly explained. "It's like I said on the phone,
the whole key to being sexy is just feeling good. And
when I go shopping, nothing makes me feel better than
wearing pantyhose."
Shelly purposely left it at that. She waited to see if
Kayla would take the bait. Kayla responded to the
pregnant pause with subtle curiosity.
"Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling
me?"
Shelly giggled in her own naughty way. "I thought you'd
never ask," she said, with a twitch of her eyebrows.
"Here, let me show you."
With that, Shelly slouched in the driver's seat and
casually pulled up her skirt. Her pantyhose were
completely smooth and not quite transparent. She felt no
embarrassment as she offered her sister a virtually
unobstructed view of her nylon-covered folds.
"These are seamless pantyhose," Shelly said. "They're
kind of expensive, so I don't wear them all the time. But
when I do," she paused, swooning and rolling her eyes.
"Man, can I feel the difference."
Kayla quickly checked over both shoulders, then leaned
for a closer look. "Hmm, they're really sheer," she said.
"But they look awfully fragile."
"They're actually more durable than they look," Shelly
said. "And they fit better because they're more elastic.
They can mold to any woman's figure, which is really
nice," she said, using her index finger to draw a big
circle around her pussy. "Especially in this area right
here."
Kayla shook her head. "I don't understand."
"You will," Shelly said. "As we're walking around the
mall, if you notice that I get the shakes for a few
seconds, don't panic. Just blame it on the pantyhose."
Kayla's eyes widened with renewed interest.
"Hang on," Kayla said. "Are you telling me that these
pantyhose can...they can make you do that just by walking
around?"
"Especially when I rub my clit a little before I put them
on," Shelly answered. "Then, before I slide them up all
the way, I peel my lips open so the nylon will press them
down and hold them apart. After that, it doesn't matter
if I'm walking or sitting as long as my pantyhose keep
rubbing."
"And exactly how does that help me?"
"I've got another pair in my purse," Shelly said. "I
never know when I might get a run, so I always carry a
spare. When we get to the mall, I want you to find a
ladies room and put them on right away."
Kayla nodded. Yet, the frown on her face clearly
indicated how lost she was feeling at the moment. "I
guess I can do that," she said. "If you really think it
will help."
"Oh, I know it will," Shelly said, nodding adamantly.
"It's part of your first lesson. A real slut is always
horny. You should be wet all the time. Your hunger for
cock should ooze out of every pore of your body." She
leisurely slouched back and dreamily caressed her silky
thighs. "These pantyhose are the key," she added. "A soft
pair of seamless pantyhose will keep your pussy nice and
wet all day long."
"Hmmm," Kayla muttered. "I'm starting to understand.
You're saying that I should be ready for sex at all
times. Wouldn't that make more sense if I were single? I
mean, it's not as if I'm oozing with hunger for just any,
umm..."
Shelly smiled as her sister got all flustered.
"The word is cock," she said bluntly. "And that's another
thing. We really need to spice up your vocabulary."
"There's nothing wrong with my vocabulary," Kayla said,
clearly offended. "I was a teacher for twelve years. I
have a master's degree."
"Yes, I know," Shelly said condescendingly, "and we're
all very proud of you. But you're missing the point. I'm
not talking about your fancy college lingo. That stuff is
easy to hide behind. What I'm talking about is the way
your whole body tenses up just thinking about sex...let
alone the impossible chance that you would ever say
anything dirty."
Kayla sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I
can't help it," she said. "You remember how angry Mom
used to get whenever she caught us swearing or talking
about sex. She would make us sit at the kitchen table and
read the Bible for an hour. She had me so paranoid that I
finally stopped swearing altogether. I've been that way
ever since."
"Maybe so," Shelly said. "But you might want to watch it.
You're starting to sound more like Mom everyday."
"Oh, fuck you!" Kayla fired back. "Don't assume that just
because we grew up together that you automatically know
everything about me. I'm not as uptight as you think I
am."
"Hmmm," she said, grinning with approval. "So you do have
some spunk left. That's good. I was getting worried." She
shifted to face Kayla directly. "Now, why don't you try
saying the F-word again, only this time, say it softer
and add the word me, instead of you. See if you can make
the F sort of drip off your lips, and hit that K at the
end a bit harder."
Kayla lowered her head. Her eyelids gradually closed. She
sucked in a deep rousing breath, then opened her eyes and
steamily broke the silence.
"Phhuckk meeee," she hotly breathed, in a sizzling tone
that gave Shelly the chills.
Shelly nodded with cool satisfaction. "Not bad," she
said. "Now, say something else. Like a dirty word for
vagina."
"Um, okay," Kayla said. "I think I've got one already."
"Let's hear it," Shelly said. "Make me feel every
syllable."
Kayla nodded intently. Shelly watched with amusement as
her wholesome sister geared herself up. Their eyes met.
Shelly listened as Kayla lewdly coughed out a vulgar
four-letter word.
"Cunt." Kayla said, as if she had loosed something stuck
in her throat.
Shelly felt goose bumps. "Use it in a sentence."
Kayla bristled, then boldly answered. "Fuck my wet cunt."
Shelly gasped. "Whoa," she said. "Maybe I was wrong about
you."
"I told you," Kayla said, beaming with pride. "I'm not as
innocent as I look. Now, come on. I like this game. What
else do you want me to say?"
"All right, big shot." Shelly said point blank. "Explain
exactly what our mission is today."
Kayla thought for a second, then quickly answered. "To
make me a slut."
"And why is that so important?"
"So Peter will want me again."
"No," Shelly said. "Wrong answer. Forget about what Peter
wants. Tell me what you want."
Kayla leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes.
Softly, she answered, "To get fucked."
"What was that?"
"I said, I need to get fucked."
"Fucked how?"
"Hard!"
"With what?"
"Peter's cock!"
"And where do you want it?"
"In my cunt!" Kayla shouted and just couldn't stop. "I
want his huge fucking cock deep in my wet fucking cunt! I
want to suck on his big fat fucking dick! I want him to
bend me over and fuck me like a dirty fucking slut!"
Shelly was awed into silence. She faintly smiled and
quietly nodded toward her older sister with a deepened
sense of respect.
"Okay," she said, starting the engine. "I think we're
ready to go shopping now."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Ten minutes later, Shelly and Kayla arrived at the Sierra
Valley shopping center. Shelly loved to go cruising with
the top down, so the drive alone had been pretty
interesting.
Handsome male motorists went out of their way to either
smile or wave at the gorgeous blonde, with her dark
shades and her sunny hair waving in the rushing wind.
As Shelly turned into the circular driveway, she
explained to her sister that valet parking was one of
many situations that offered a fine opportunity to
practice the art of flirtation.
No sooner had she said this, then a young Latino in a red
vest promptly strode up to the car and opened Shelly's
door.
"Hola, Mrs. H," he said with a broad smile. "Where've you
been? Haven't seen you in ages."
Shelly smiled back. She openly spread her knees as she
swung out her left leg and planted her shoe on the
ground. She paused until she felt satisfied that the
young parking attendant had been granted a good enough
view of her hose-covered crotch. She swung out her other
leg and quickly stood up, letting her tits bounce.
"Hey, Tony," Shelly said, greeting him warmly. "You're
looking handsome as ever." She leaned forward to give him
a friendly hug. His arms swiftly wrapped around her
waist. Shelly showed no reaction when his hands slowly
slid up her back. "So how's business?"
"Oh, you know how it is," Tony said, standing back. "Some
days are better than others. But it's always a great day
whenever I get to see you."
"Aren't you sweet," Shelly said, with a gleam in her eye.
"So how is your little sister? Are you making sure she
stays out of trouble?"
Tony shrugged and sighed. "Lisa's out of control," he
said. "It's like she went boy crazy overnight. All I hear
about is how she broke up with one guy, next day she's
with another guy. I can't even keep all the names
straight. Then, I heard some crazy story about her going
to some party and getting screwed by two guys. I don't
think it's true, but I just never know anymore. I've
already had to straighten out a few of these scumbags. If
she doesn't slow down, I'll be so busy handing out
beatings, I'll have to quit school."
Shelly laughed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she
said. "But, for what it's worth, when I was her age, I
went pretty boy crazy myself. I think I turned out okay."
Tony smiled. "Yeah, I think you're right," he said.
"That's what I told my dad. It's just a phase. She'll
grow out of it." His lustful eyes slowly drank Shelly in
with obvious admiration. "But I have to say, Mrs. H," he
added. "It doesn't look like maturity has slowed you down
very much."
Shelly laughed again. "No, not a bit," she admitted.
"Although, I am bit more picky these days."
Tony nodded agreeably. "You should be," he said. "As good
you look, you shouldn't have to settle for anything but
the best."
"My goodness," Shelly said, blushing. "You're just full
of compliments today, aren't you?" She smiled, leaned
closer and patted his chest. "Don't worry about me,
sweetie," she warmly whispered. "I never settle. And I
always know quality when I see it."
"I'll remember you said that," Tony replied.
"You do that," Shelly said, with a subtle wink. "Or else,
I'll just have to come back and remind you."
Tony melted. Shelly let him savor the delicious thought,
before turning and gesturing toward Kayla. "Tony, this is
my older sister, Kayla Walsh. Kayla, this is Tony Garcia.
His little sister is on the pep squad with Tiffany."
Kayla looped around the back of the car, walked over and
stood beside Shelly. "Nice to meet you, Tony," she said,
shaking his hand.
"Gracias, Senora. Mucho gusto tambien," he answered in
his native tongue.
"I think he said likewise," Shelly translated.
"I took some Spanish in college," Kayla said.
Shelly turned back and smiled at Tony again. "So," she
requested suggestively. "Do you think you could polish
the hood again for me? I'll give you an extra twenty."
Tony waved his hand and dismissed the offer. "Don't
insult me, Mrs. H. I'd wax the whole thing for nothing."
"Oh, really?" Shelly grinned. "I think I'd enjoy watching
that."
Tony smiled. "Did you want me to fill up your tank, too?"
"Sounds lovely," she answered. "We'll probably be in the
mall for about three hours. I'm taking my sister to get a
new wardrobe. Can you meet us back here at five?"
"No problem," Tony said. "That's when I get off. I'll
have the car waiting for you. I hope I'll get to see how
your sister looks in her new clothes."
"Oh, you certainly will," Shelly said. "As a matter of
fact, you could do us a huge favor. We're going to need a
man who can give us an honest opinion on my sister's new
look. Do you think you could help us out?"
Tony scanned Kayla from head to toe. "She looks pretty
good already," he said. Kayla looked up and smiled. Tony
spoke to her directly. "I love your eyes," he said
sweetly. "They remind me of the ocean."
Kayla warmed to him right away. "Tell me what you think
of this outfit," she said, spinning around. "Shelly says
I look like the Church Lady."
Tony concentrated for a moment, then earnestly shook his
head.
"Oh, no," he said, stepping over and rubbing his hand
down Kayla's arm. "I think you look very classy, you
know, like a teacher or doctor. Very professional."
"Oh," Kayla said, slightly disappointed. "So, you
wouldn't say I look hot?"
Tony smiled. "Honestly," he said. "I think you have a
beautiful face. But as far as your clothes, uh...I think
I'd prefer to see you in something not so, umm..."
"Conservative?" Kayla suggested.
"Yes," Tony said. "Not so conservative. I mean, you're
still young. You should dress your age. Show a little
skin. Have some fun."
Kayla hung on every word, taking his comments to heart.
"Thank you, Tony," she said, slowly nodding. "I really
appreciate your honesty. And like Shelly said, I'd love
to get your opinion after she's all done with me. Okay?"
"Si, Senora," Tony said. "Muchos gracias."
"De nada. Muchos gracias tambien," Kayla said, stepping
forward and kissing him on the cheek. "Hasta luego."
Shelly then leaned over and kissed him, too. She and
Kayla then strutted away from the car and headed toward
the sliding glass doors. Both women turned back, smiled
at Tony and waved their dainty little hands.
"Hasta luego," Tony whispered as he watched the ladies
walk away for several heart-pounding moments. Once they
were out of sight, he finally climbed into Shelly's car
and carefully drove it away.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was Saturday afternoon, so the shoppers were in full
swing as Shelly and Kayla entered the mall. The luxurious
marble causeways teemed with consumers young and old.
Shelly paraded at a leisurely gait, chin up, chest out,
arms swinging by her sides. Kayla barely moved anything
but her feet, arms stiff, shoulders erect, eyes forward
at all times.
As Kayla worked to avoid eye contact, Shelly smiled and
cheerfully greeted every man who passed. After a long
moment of silence, Kayla remarked on this.
"Some things never change," she said, under her breath.
"What was that?" Shelly asked, hoping for elaboration.
"Nothing," Kayla said. "Just remembering how I used to
feel so invisible whenever we went out together as kids.
Just seems like nothing has changed."
"Listen," Shelly said, taking her sister's hand. "You
need to put all that jealousy and resentment behind you.
Today is a new day. We're here to celebrate the birth of
the new you. So let's be positive, okay?"
Kayla slightly nodded, adding a thin smile. "Okay," she
whispered. "Where to first?"
"First, we hit the salon," Shelly said. "I probably
should have called ahead, but I've known the owner
forever. Hopefully, she can squeeze you in. After that,
we'll hit Macy's, and then we'll go look at shoes."
"What about Victoria's Secret?" Kayla wondered to
Shelly's grinning surprise.
"We may have time for that, too," Shelly said. "But
you've got to learn to crawl before you can walk.
Besides, all that satin and lace is nice, but just
putting on some pretty lingerie won't change who you are.
We need to work on that from the inside out."
Kayla cocked her head to the side, pressed her lips
together and pondered her sister's theory. Finally, she
nodded, and then followed her sister into the Modern
Image hair and make-up studio.
Shelly and Kayla approached the front desk, where they
were given no reception of any kind by the surly underfed
blonde swaying in her swivel chair. They waited as the
young woman took more than her sweet time glancing up
from the latest edition of Cosmo. She sized up the new
arrivals with disdain in her icy gray eyes.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Um, no, actually, we don't." Shelly said. "Is Angelina
here today?"
"She's with a client," the girl said. "And you'll need an
appointment."
"I understand that," Shelly said. "But if it's possible,
I would like to speak with Angelina whenever she can
spare a moment. I'm a very old customer."
"Yes," the girl said. "I'm sure you are."
Shelly glanced over at Kayla, who just stood there
shaking her head. As Shelly turned back, she saw the
owner, Angelina Fabrizzi, coming forward to greet her
with a wide smile.
The older woman had obviously been a striking beauty in
her day, but now wore heavy make-up to hide the unsightly
lines of aging. However, she made no effort to conceal
the many strands of gray in her otherwise jet-black hair,
which she wore in a loose bun. As she came forward, she
greeted Shelly in a rich, melodious Italian accent.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Harper," she said, joining hands
with Shelly, as they warmly smiled at one and other.
"Such a pleasure to see you. You're looking lovely as
always. How is your wonderful family?"
Shelly lit up at the thought of Greg and the children.
"Oh, they're amazing," she said, flashing back to the
kitchen sink. "Incredible, actually. How is everything
with you?"
"Oh," Angelina said, sighing dramatically as she rested
one hand on her chest. "This place is going to be the
death of me. My rent here is going through the roof. I
may have to close or relocate. I don't know. But what can
I do? Of course, I know this is not your problem."
"Of course it's my problem," Shelly said, squeezing
Angelina's hands for emphasis. "You're the best stylist
in town. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else touch my
hair. You can't close the salon. That's insane. If you
need any help at all, just let me know. Greg has
connections."
"Oh, Mrs. Harper, you are too kind," Angelina said. "I do
thank you, but I would hate to impose on our friendship
in such a way."
"Nonsense," Shelly said. "What are friendships for if we
can't impose on each other now and then? Besides, it
isn't as though I'm offering purely out of the goodness
of my own heart. Closing the salon would be a terrible
tragedy...for you and my hair."
Angelina laughed softly. "This is true. We can't let that
happen. It would be a tremendous loss for the world."
"Yes, tremendous indeed," Shelly said, with a playful
giggle. "Anyway," she went on. "I suppose I should
explain why I'm here. I'd like to introduce you to my
sister."
Kayla stepped forward and introduced herself. Angelina
did the same.
"So," Angelina said. "The lovely sisters are having a day
out together. How wonderful."
Shelly nodded and smiled "Well, yes, but there is
actually something that I thought maybe you could help us
with."
Angelina raised her eyebrows. "I will certainly try."
"Well," Shelly explained. "My sister is trying to win
back her estranged husband and..."
"Ah, say no more," Angelina said perceptively. "You want
me to help your sister cast a love spell. I am an honored
that you would come to me. It is unfortunate that I am
all booked for today."
"Oh," Shelly said, pursing her lips with disappointment.
"Well, I guess we could schedule something for next
week."
Angelina shook her head and made several sucking noises
against the back of her teeth. "Oh no, no. I won't hear
of that. You are my preferred customer. I apologize that
I am not available today, but I will see that your sister
goes to very good hands." She paused, and then shifted
toward to Kayla, brushing her fingers through her hair.
"I think maybe we need to brighten you up a bit, no?"
Kayla demurred. "Umm, you mean, you want to change my
hair color?"
"No, no," Angelina said. "Not change, just enhance."
Shelly rubbed her hand down Kayla's back. "Don't worry,
Kay. Angelina's the best. I've spent a small fortune in
this place."
"It's true," Angelina said. "Listen to your sister. She
has kept me in business for many years." She looked down
and checked her watch. "I'm sorry, ladies. I'm afraid I
must go. I will refer this assignment to one of my best
people. Sylvia will do the make-up. Okay?"
"That's fine," Shelly said, nodding with appreciation.
"Honestly, I can't thank you enough. And please, call me
if there's anything Greg and I can do for you."
Angelina gave Shelly a warm embrace. "You are a lovely
woman, Mrs. Harper. Thank you for being so thoughtful."
She then turned to Kayla. "It was a pleasure to finally
meet you, Mrs. Walsh. My staff will take very good care
of you. Good luck with your husband. I'm sure he is going
to be blown away."
Kayla shook the owner's hand and thanked her as well.
Moments later, a wiry-looking, spiky-haired gentleman
dressed in black sauntered over and greeted the ladies in
a rather effeminate manner. He introduced himself as
Miguel and then led Kayla back to his workstation. Shelly
explained to him why they were there, adding that she had
come to lend her sister some moral support.
"Well," Miguel said, with a playful flourish. "Let's hope
it's not too moral."
Shelly laughed. Even Kayla couldn't help smiling.
Within an hour, Miguel had washed, conditioned and
trimmed two inches from Kayla's hair. He then layered it
to add volume and colored it with a light caramel
pigment.
As Kayla continued through an array of beauty treatments,
Shelly decided to go out for some iced mochas and come
right back. She cheerfully walked along sipping her cold
drink, when she noticed a shoe store just ahead. She
couldn't resist stepping in to browse for just a bit.
Shelly returned about twenty minutes later, holding her
sister's lukewarm coffee and a box of new shoes. Kayla
sat under the hair dryer getting a pedicure.
"How do you feel?" Shelly shouted, as she smiled over her
sister.
"Like a princess," Kayla answered. "I haven't been this
pampered since...well, never actually. Can we do with
this every month?"
Shelly laughed. "We can do this every week," she said,
admiring the cranberry nail polish on her sister's
charming toes. "Your nails look great. Your feet will
look perfect when you put on those...oh, shit!" Shelly
suddenly realized. "I forgot to give you the pantyhose!"
Kayla waved it off. "It's okay," she said. "I think
they're almost done. They're doing my make-up as soon as
my hair dries."
Shelly nodded. She handed her sister the not-so-cold
beverage, then quickly presented her with the new shoes.
"I couldn't resist," Shelly said, handing over the box.
Kayla opened it to find a brand new pair of tawny suede
sandals. Unlike the shoes Shelly was wearing, these had
only one strap across the front, and a thicker 3-inch
heel.
Kayla smiled with approval and thanked her sister very
much. Shelly took a seat, crossed her legs and waved over
to the little bitch who hassled them so much when they
first arrived. The skinny blonde shook her head, rolled
her eyes and mumbled something rude under her breath.
When Kayla's hair was finally ready, Sylvia, the make-up
artist led her over to another chair in front of a
lighted mirror.
After fifteen minutes, Kayla emerged with a brand new
face. The frosty blue and soothing green of her two-toned
irises sparkled beneath the moving contrast of her pale
lavender eye shadow. Longer and fuller eyelashes added to
the dramatic effect. Sylvia wisely chose not to use too
much foundation, allowing her skin to maintain its
natural glow. A fruity blend of red and purple coated her
glistening lips, like the ripe seeds of a fresh
pomegranate.
Most of all, Shelly loved Kayla's new hair. That old
muddy color had been lightened to a rich, golden brown,
giving Kayla a remarkably stunning aura that was all her
own. Shelly was even more excited by the transformation
than her sister appeared.
"Oh, my gosh!" Shelly said, gasping as she clasped her
hands together and gazed in total amazement. "You look
un-believable!"
Kayla smiled, as she playfully spun around and shook her
sexy new do. "Do we like?"
"Oh, we like," Shelly said. "We like very much. Peter is
going to die."
"Oh, I hope not," Kayla said, with a new sassiness. "Not
before I'm done with him, anyway."
"Well, let's hurry and get out of here," Shelly said. "I
think you're ready for step two."
Kayla agreed. She turned and gave Sylvia a generous tip,
as she had also given to Miguel. Both women hugged
Angelina and thanked her again on the way out.
The next stop was Macy's. Shelly went through rack after
rack handing Kayla one skimpy top or tiny skirt after
another. Once she figured they had enough variety to work
with, she led Kayla back to the dressing room to see how
things fit.
As Kayla closed the dressing room door behind her, Shelly
caught it with one hand and reached into her purse with
the other.
"Hang on," Shelly said, handing Kayla a ball of flesh-
colored pantyhose. "Slip off your undies and put these
on."
Kayla glanced at her sister. Shelly stared back intently.
Kayla nodded and slowly took the pantyhose from Shelly's
hand. The door closed. Kayla locked it from the inside.
"So where is Peter taking you?" Shelly asked as she stood
guard. Kayla took forever to answer.
"How do you tell which side is the front and which side
is the...oh, nevermind...what did you say?"
"I said, where is Peter taking you for dinner tonight?"
Again, Shelly's question was met with silence. Moments
later, Kayla finally responded, although not the way
Shelly was expecting.
"God, you weren't kidding," Kayla said. "These pantyhose
feel great. I love the way they massage my legs. Can we
stop and get more of these?"
"You can't buy them retail anymore," Shelly explained. "I
had to order mine online. Keep those. When I place my
next order, I'll buy extra. We can share."
"Okay, thanks," Kayla said. "Hey, can you hand me that
tan skirt with the red sleeveless top? That will look
nice together, right?"
"You read my mind," Shelly said. "Do you mind if I come
in?"
The latch clicked open. Shelly stepped in and re-locked
the door behind her. Kayla stood in front of the full-
length mirror, mostly undressed. Her nylon-covered toes
twiddled against the gray carpet. Her ample tits hid
behind an old-fashioned polyester bra. Her white cotton
panties rested on top of her neatly folded pants and
sweater.
Kayla turned, letting Shelly inspect her from behind.
"What do you think?" Kayla asked.
"I think Peter doesn't know what he's been missing,"
Shelly said, handing her sister the red top.
Kayla slid the form-fitting shell over her head. She
slipped her arms through and leisurely ran her hands over
the smooth red material. Her sliding hands continued past
the bottom of her shirt. She fondly caressed her curving
hips, relishing the silky sensation of her new pantyhose.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and sadly lamented,
"Peter thinks I'm fat."
Shelly sucked her teeth. "That's ridiculous," she said.
"You were a size eight the day he met you. You've gone up
maybe one dress size since the day you got married. Big
deal. You're still better looking than most women.
Besides, I thought he liked your full figure?"
"He used to," Kayla said. "At least, he said he did. I
mean, for God's sake, he used to accuse you of being too
skinny. Anyone can see you're no toothpick."
"Hey!" Shelly said. "Watch it. I can still fit into my
old cheerleading uniform and that's all that matters.
It's a little tight around the hips, but I can still wear
it. Mark my words. When I'm dead and buried, I'll still
be a perfect size six."
"Yes," Kayla said. "And we'll all be very proud of you."
"Bitch," Shelly said, thrusting out the skirt.
"Slut," Kayla answered, snatching it away.
"Takes one to know one."
"Oh, that's original," Kayla said. "It only took one to
fuck the whole football team, too."
Shelly smirked. "I'm going to try really hard to forget
that you said that."
"I got you, didn't I?" Kayla said, pointing her finger.
"For once, I finally got you."
Shelly tried to hold back, but the effort only made her
feel like laughing even more. "Yeah," she admitted,
smothering a laugh. "You got me good."
Kayla slid up the tight skirt and slipped on her new
sandals. She stared in the mirror, as she arched her back
and tossed her lively new hair. She smoothed her hands
down over her sides, as she twisted and turned from one
angle to another. Clearly, she liked what she saw.
"You look gorgeous," Shelly said, confirming it more for
herself than anyone.
"I really do, don't I?" Kayla answered, unable to turn
from her striking reflection.
Shelly just laughed and smiled. She patiently allowed her
sister the chance to revel in her new skin.
"Well," Shelly said, "It's only 4:30. We're still ahead
of schedule. What else do you want to do?"
"Pick out some lingerie."
"A woman who knows what she wants. This is good," Shelly
said. "All right, my little slut-in-training, let's move
on to step three."
Kayla looked completely tickled with herself. Shelly
started to put back a few items, but Kayla grabbed
everything, brought it all to the cashier and plunked
down her credit card. She left the store with a full bag
in each hand.
Victoria's Secret was well down on the opposite end of
the mall. Even with a loaded bag in each hand, Kayla
didn't seem to mind the long walk. She moved at a brisk
and newly inspired pace. The call of her new shoes
clicking and clacking against the marble floor echoed the
same sound of her sister's heels. The further they
walked, the more Kayla smiled and graciously received
every lustful stare.
Suddenly, like something inside her slammed on the
brakes, Kayla came to a dead stop. Her bags hit the
floor. Her cheeks flushed, her chest heaved and her legs
trembled.
"Kay," Shelly said, touching her arm. "Are you all
right?"
Kayla leaned back against the wall. "I don't...I don't
know," she said, shaky and out of breath. "I just
feel...kind of...funny...all of a sudden."
"What do you mean funny? Do you mean...in a good way?"
"Oh, it's good," Kayla said, gasping. "It's better than
good."
Shelly realized then and there what had to be done. She
scooped up the bags, grabbed Kayla by the arm and dragged
her into the nearest ladies room.
The spotless restroom was surprisingly deserted, not that
it really mattered to Shelly at that point. She pulled
Kayla into an empty stall and firmly pinned her sister's
back against the door.
"Lift up your skirt," Shelly said. Kayla hesitated for a
second. Slowly, she inched the hem over her crotch. Her
pantyhose were soaked.
"Just what I thought," Shelly said. "You just came in
your new pantyhose. How did it feel?"
"Like nothing I've ever felt before," Kayla confessed.
"Do you think anyone noticed?"
"Just me," Shelly said. "Though I was pretty impressed.
It's never happened to me that fast."
"You're probably just used to them," Kayla said. "Though
I could definitely get used to them, too."
"I think you'd be amazed what you can get used to,"
Shelly whispered.
For a moment, neither of them said a word. Shelly could
feel the heat passing between them. She simmered with a
keen awareness of how close she was to her sister's
quivering body. Their faces slowly moved closer. Shelly
parted her lips invitingly. Kayla reached with her open
mouth. Shelly pulled back.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Shelly whispered.
"No," Kayla answered. "But I don't care anymore."
"Okay," Shelly said. "Then we'll skip step three. The
next one is better anyway."
"And what's that?"
"Just this," Shelly said, christening her sister's lips
with a moist kiss.
Kayla trembled on contact. Shelly tingled from head to
toe. Kayla's shivering body felt warm against her own.
Their lips fit together like matching puzzle pieces.
Their hands busily explored one and other, wandering over
slopes and curves they had never felt before.
Shelly teasingly circled her tongue around Kayla's mouth.
Kayla could hardly stop shaking long enough to kiss back.
Still, she opened her mouth. Shelly's tongue sunk in. She
glommed her hands over Kayla's palm-sized breasts to the
purring sound of her sister's overheated moans.
Shelly pressed her lips hard against Kayla's mouth. She
felt like devouring her sister whole. Kayla gave up her
tongue. Shelly sucked greedily. Her hand slid down
between Kayla's legs, wandering over the pantyhose.
Wetness coated her fingers. The feathery nylon blended
with the pliant texture of Kayla's fleshy cunt. Her clit
stuck out like a sore thumb. Shelly rubbed it with the
butt of her palm. Kayla came instantly. Shelly had never
seen anyone cum so fast. It felt as if Kayla was letting
out all her emotions. She threw her arms around Shelly's
shoulders and trembled like a leaf.
Shelly lunged for Kayla's neck. She sniffed, licked and
lightly grazed with her teeth. Kayla gasped. Shelly
sucked harder. Her right hand pawed her sister's rising
chest. Kayla clamped her eyes shut. She moaned
recklessly. Her nipples throbbed.
Shelly set a finger over Kayla's lips and made a quiet
shushing sound. She slowly descended to her knees. She
prompted Kayla to lift up one leg. Kayla slung it over
Shelly's shoulder. Shelly leaned in. She pressed her lips
flush against the dewy crease and barely licked it with
her tongue.
"Huhhh!" Kayla gasped, from the slightest contact.
Shelly took this as a good sign. Her tongue skimmed over
the sheer nylon surface, gliding over her sister's clit
in gentle arabesques. She loved how the pantyhose teased
the tip of her tongue. She wanted to rip them open and
drive her tongue deep in that warm oozing slit, but
Kayla's pantyhose forced her to wait. Instead, she
contented herself by sucking her sister's juices through
the sticky gauze.
With one good suck on Kayla's clit, her sister was
wracked her by another orgasm. Both hands smacked against
the walls of the narrow stall. Her hips lurched. She
grunted hard. Her cunt smothered her sister's greedy
mouth.
Shelly knew that Kayla hadn't been fucked in months. She
also knew that her sister wasn't the type to masturbate.
For once, she wanted Kayla to feel a real orgasm. She
wanted her sister to release all the feelings she had
kept bottled up for so long.
"I think it's happening again," Kayla warned as her legs
wavered uncontrollably.
Shelly would never have guessed that her sister was so
orgasmic. The river flowing from Kayla's cunt was just
endless.
With no explanation, Shelly quickly stood up, spun Kayla
around and made her squat on the open toilet seat. She
turned, faced the door and straddled her sister's legs,
bending over so her hose-covered ass loomed before
Kayla's face.
As Kayla leaned back, Shelly held her sister's silk-laden
thighs and spread them far apart. She lovingly swept her
hands along those soft heavenly pantyhose, purposely
lingering over her sister's spongy cunt. She urgently
slid her fingers under the waistband and wondrously ran
her fingers over the slushy wetness.
Shelly moaned as she felt Kayla's soothing hands gingerly
brushing down her legs. Her touch was so patient,
carefully searching out every curve. Shelly instantly
thought of Jonathan and his slow meticulous hands. As
much as Kayla clearly enjoyed wearing pantyhose, feeling
them on her sister was obviously even more exciting.
Suddenly, Shelly felt Kayla's hands sliding up under her
skirt. Her sister took firm hold of her ass and gave it a
good squeeze that made Shelly's pussy tingle.
Shelly hooked her middle finger into Kayla's dripping
slot. She curled it from the inside and jiggled it back
and forth against her sister's G-spot. She watched as
Kayla's cranberry toenails curled against the soles of
her new sandals. She then whispered a cryptic warning.
"Try to relax," Shelly said. "If it feels like you have
to pee, just let it go. Okay?"
"Uh huh," Kayla answered, half-listening as she panted
and squirmed against the cold plastic basin.
Shelly wedged in her ring finger. Kayla's pussy was tight
as a glove, no doubt from lack of use. Still, all the
moisture made it easy to slide in a second finger. Shelly
could feel the walls stretch to receive them. She slowly
pumped them in and out of that virgin-tight snatch. The
seamless pantyhose made it easy for her to pump as hard
as she wanted. The stretchy nylon offered little
resistance.
Shelly jostled in and out faster and harder. She
whimpered when Kayla found her clit and started rubbing
it too. Her sister's fingers zeroed in and rapidly began
to vibrate. Shelly's clit throbbed from the sudden
friction against her silky pantyhose. Still, she focused
on rubbing Kayla's G-spot. Her fingers rooted like a
plunger. Kayla's legs kicked out and wheeled around
ecstatically. Her moans echoed through the private
chamber. Shelly's stabbing fingers turned those moans
into screams.
"Hhhuhhhhh! Ohhhh!! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Ohhh my God! Ohh my
God! What's happening! Ohhh! Ohh Shelly! Your fingers!
Ohhh God!! Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!!!"
Kayla screeched and squealed. Shelly kept her fingers
plunging in and out of that sloppy cunt. Kayla made a
sound between sobbing and wailing that told Shelly it was
time. The dam burst. Kayla squirted in her pantyhose.
Shelly finger-fucked her sister's pussy with all her
strength. Warm gushes of watery girl-cum sprayed out of
Kayla's slit, leaving her pantyhose drenched. Shelly
tickled that sensitive G-spot and kept the juices flowing
until Kayla's river had completely run dry.
Kayla's feet fell to the floor. She slumped over the
toilet in an exhausted heap. Shelly carefully maneuvered
herself the other way and then helped her weary sister to
her feet.
The glazed looked in her sister's teary eyes told Shelly
that Kayla had no idea what she had just done to her. Of
course, Shelly was more than ready to take her back home
and demonstrate it again, as often as needed.
"We'd better get out of here before we get arrested,"
Shelly said.
Kayla could barely focus her dizzy eyes. "Okay," she
whispered, trying to catch her breath. "God,
Shelly...what did you...I've never...what was that?"
Shelly silenced her with a passionate kiss. "Shhh," she
said. "Not here. Let's get you home."
Kayla pulled her in for another kiss. Shelly couldn't
resist. Their tongues foraged in each other's mouths for
several exhilarating seconds. Shelly raised her wet
fingers and slipped them between Kayla's lips. Kayla
suckled them before she considered where they'd been.
"Good girl," Shelly said. "A good slut should love the
taste of her own pussy."
Kayla's eyes instantly opened. Shelly's cum-tainted
fingers clung to her bottom lip. Kayla paused for a
second, then flashed a dirty smile. Shelly watched as
Kayla's wicked tongue swirled around the tip of her gooey
finger. A slut was born.
As they started to make a discrete exit, the door of the
ladies room noisily blew open. Two gossiping teenage
girls loudly entered. Kayla raised her eyebrows in
distress. Shelly undid the latch, then turned back and
smiled, ignoring her sister's obvious concern. She took
Kayla by the hand, pulled the door open and calmly led
her to the nearest sink.
"I needed that so bad," Shelly said, with an exaggerated
sigh of relief. She leaned over and kissed Kayla on the
lips. The two girls stared with their mouths sagging
open.
Shelly pulled out a stick of lipstick, faced the mirror
and gave herself a quick touch-up.
"Come on, Kay," she said. "These girls look anxious to
get started. Let's give them some privacy."
Shelly again held Kayla's hand and together they
pleasantly skipped out.
As the girls followed them with their gaping eyes, Kayla
turned back, smiled and said, "It's all yours, ladies.
Don't hurt yourselves."
Once they were outside, Shelly and Kayla flopped on a
wooden bench and instantly giggled like teenagers
themselves.
"Oh, my God," Shelly said, laughing. "That was
hysterical."
"I know," Kayla said. "The look on their faces was
priceless."
"You really handled yourself well in there," Shelly said.
"I thought you might panic when I kissed you, but you
didn't even flinch. I don't know what possessed you to
say that last thing, but it almost killed me."
"What can I say?" Kayla said. "I'm a whole new woman now.
Anything's possible."
"You know, I'm really starting to believe that," Shelly
said, checking the time. "It's almost five. What do you
say we get the car, head to your house and finish warming
you up for your big night?"
"Mmmm," Kayla said. "Yes, I think we should definitely go
get the car. I'd like to spend a little more time
flirting with that cute valet of yours.
Shelly smiled. "Charming little devil, isn't he?"
"I'll say," Kayla answered, mimicking his cool seductive
voice. "'I love your eyes. They remind me of the ocean.'"
She giggled. "God, I could just eat him up."
"Oooh," Shelly said. "Now that's the best idea you've had
all day. I haven't had my protein fix yet."
"Your what?"
"Protein," Shelly repeated. "You know how you're always
asking me how I keep my hair and skin looking so young
and healthy?"
"Yeah," Kayla said. "You told me you were on some special
diet."
"I am," Shelly said. "I swallow at least once a day."
"Swallow what?"
"Cum."
Kayla frowned. "You mean semen?"
"That's my secret," Shelly explained. "It's incredibly
high in protein."
"So," Kayla asked, straining to make this somehow sink
in. "You're telling me that you actually plan this into
your diet everyday?"
"It works too," Shelly said, nodding emphatically. "Not
only does it help me maintain my appearance, it raises my
energy, my metabolism and my sex drive."
"God," Kayla whispered. "So, it helps you control your
weight?"
"I'm still a perfect size six." Shelly smiled.
"So what does it taste like?"
"You've never tried it?"
Kayla grimaced. "Never."
"Okay, then," Shelly said, rising to her feet. "I think
it's time for your first sample. And I'm sure you can
guess where we can get some for you."
"Tony," Kayla whispered, with a curious smile.
Shelly fluttered her pretty lashes and whispered back,
"Are you ready for a little treat?"
Kayla slowly uncrossed her legs, rose from her seat and
stood with a confidence that seemed to rise up from her
sexy new shoes.
"I'm ready," Kayla said in bold tone. "I just hope his
treat isn't too little."
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Shelly and Kayla exited the mall looking more like
sisters than they ever had before. Even with all the new
attention Kayla was suddenly receiving from all the men
passing by, it was Shelly who seemed to have the most
trouble tearing her eyes away.
Kayla barely seemed like the same woman. Her smoldering
blue-green eyes openly invited men to stare. She never
looked away. She playfully smiled back and kept right on
walking, with her shoulders back and her head held high.
Her frisky new hair was light, bouncy and glowed like
bronze. Her moist fleshy lips made Shelly want to grab
her and suck off what little was left of her candy red
lipstick. Her invigorated breasts sprang with new
buoyancy, rising up from under her tight red top. Her
generous hips bowed under her snug miniskirt, switching
with every rhythmic step. Her liberated legs were finally
exposed to the fresh autumn breeze that kissed her
through the sheerness of her thin pantyhose. The gauzy
nylon made her precious feet look scrumptious, as her
brand new sandals temptingly revealed her sexy cranberry
toenails.
As Shelly examined her sister from head to toe, her eyes
sparkled with more than just pride at her own stunning
achievement. What Shelly saw in Kayla was something that
she deeply believed had been there all along.
Tony waited outside, leaning against Shelly's convertible
with his arms folded casually. His red vest had been
replaced by a white muscle shirt, with baggy jeans and
black low-tops. The car had been waxed and buffed to a
high shine. Shelly was impressed with his effort, but now
she had another job in mind.
"So what do you think?" Shelly said, gesturing toward her
new and improved older sister.
Tony squinted in Kayla's direction. He hardly recognized
her.
"Wow!" he finally said, as his eyes flashed open.
"Thank you," Kayla answered, with a smile. "That's the
nicest thing a guy has said to me in a long time."
Tony just kept staring and shaking his head. "God damn,"
he said. "You look...I can't even think of a word. All I
can say is...Wow!"
"Wow is good," Kayla said. "I like wow. But I can't take
much credit. It was all Shelly's idea."
Shelly shrugged. "All I did was bring out what she
already had."
"Well, you sure as hell did that," Tony said. "Seriously,
Mrs. H, are all the women in your family this hot?"
Shelly giggled. "We've been lucky so far," she said. "You
did a really great job on the car, by the way. It's looks
brand new."
"Don't I always deliver," Tony said.
"Yes," Shelly said. "Every time. And while I hate to keep
asking you for favors, there's just one other thing that
we're really hoping you can help us with."
"Name it."
"Well," Shelly explained. "We sort of need you to,
umm...make a donation, so to speak."
"A donation?" Tony frowned. "Mrs. H, you know I think
you're the greatest, but I don't carry much extra cash. I
pretty much live on my tips."
"I don't think you understand," Shelly said. "Is there
somewhere around here where we can be alone?"
"Alone?" Tony said. "You mean, the three of us?"
"That's right," Shelly said. "I'd rather explain this in
private."
"Okay," Tony said. "There's a utility room down in the
basement that the janitors let us use to, well...you
know. Anyway, I've got my own key. It's a little messy,
but no one will bother us."
"That's perfect," Shelly said. "Where can we leave the
car?"
"We can just take it with us," Tony said. "We'll have to
drive over to the south entrance. There should be plenty
of parking over there."
"Okay," Shelly said. "Why don't you drive. You've got the
keys anyway."
"Sure," Tony said, as the three of them hopped in the car
and sped off to the other side of the mall.
The utility room was just a short walk from the car. Tony
led them across the loading dock, then down a short
flight of stairs. They followed him through a dimly lit
hallway under the mall itself. He stopped and unlocked a
door just beside a large freight elevator.
As the door opened, Shelly was hit by the smell of
ammonia, or maybe turpentine. She couldn't tell for sure.
The room was full of dirty mops, grimy buckets and half-
empty paint cans.
"God," Kayla said, crinkling her nose. "It smells like
pot in here."
"We like to smoke in here," Tony confessed. "Helps the
girls relax. I might have a joint left, if you need a
toke," he said, fishing into his deep pockets.
"Pull out your cock," Shelly said directly.
"What?" Tony said, staring blankly.
"Your cock," Shelly repeated. "Show it to us."
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," Tony
answered.
Shelly quirked her eyebrow, then casually went from left
to right, peeling down her loose spaghetti straps. Her
flimsy top weightlessly slipped off her chest. Her jaw-
dropping tits lunged toward Tony's gawking face.
"Yes," Shelly said, squeezing them as proof. "They're
real."
"No shit," Tony said, licking his lips. "They look even
better than I imagined."
"And just how often do you like to...imagine?"
"At least twice a day," Tony said.
"Have you done it in here?"
Tony nodded. "Couple times."
"Show us how."
Tony glanced over at Kayla. "Is this for real?"
Kayla smiled. She stepped over and rubbed her palm
against the bulge in his pants.
"Feels pretty real to me," she whispered.
Tony shuddered. "God, I can't believe this," he gasped.
Kayla kissed his mouth. "Just relax, sweetheart. We don't
want you to get overexcited."
"It's too late for that," Tony said, with a nervous
laugh. "I don't think I've ever been this excited."
"Kayla," Shelly whispered, rubbing her nipples, as she
watched from a short distance. "Pull down his zipper."
Kayla glanced back at Shelly, nodded twice and then
slowly opened his fly.
"Now reach in and pull out his cock."
Kayla followed orders. The head popped right out. It was
fat, stubby and a light shade of brown. The shaft angled
up, long and hard. Shelly couldn't see his balls, but she
imagined they were quite full.
"Feels like rigor mortis," Kayla said, as her elegant
fingers folded around his throbbing rod. "Do you always
get this hard?"
Tony rapidly shook his head. "Uh, no," he stammered.
"This is a first."
"Well, that's good, then," Kayla told him. "This is kind
of a first for me, too. The reason we wanted to be alone
with you is because I need you to give me something I've
never had before."
Tony inhaled. "You mean an orgasm?"
Kayla smiled. "God, you're a doll," she answered. "But
no, not that."
"Then, I don't get it," he said. "What else could I give
you that you've never had?"
Kayla paused. She turned back to Shelly, who dipped her
head in quiet encouragement.
Kayla looked back at Tony. Her fingers lightly stroked up
and down.
"I've never swallowed before," Kayla whispered. "I need
you to cum in my mouth."
"No way," Tony replied. "I can never get girls to do
that."
"Never send a girl to do a woman's job," Shelly replied.
"So," Tony wondered. "Are you going to take turns, or
what?"
"Oh," Shelly said, frowning at the thought. "I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. We didn't
come here to suck your cock. We're both married women.
That wouldn't be right. Kayla just needs to taste your
cum so she can do a better job on her husband."
"Her husband?" Tony repeated. "Oh, come on, Mrs. H. You
can't do this. I was all excited. Now, you're telling
me...what are you telling me?"
"I'm saying that we'll show you ours, if you show us
yours," she calmly answered. "Then, whenever you're
ready, Kayla will kneel down and let you make your
deposit."
Kayla gave Shelly an uncertain glance. Shelly blinked
back impassively.
"That's the deal," Shelly said, looking back at Tony.
"Either way, you'll still have a great story that you can
tell your kids."
Tony sighed. Shelly wriggled her index finger at Kayla.
Her sister slowly came over. Shelly kept one eye on Tony,
as she grabbed her sister and gave her a deep, steamy
tongue kiss. Tony flipped out.
"What the fuck!" he shouted. "She's your...Oh, my God!
That's your fucking sister!"
"I know who she is," Shelly said, as their lips came
unglued. "And we've done a lot more than that."
Tony quickly took hold of his cock and deliberately
stroked. "Don't stop," he begged.
Shelly watched as his tight fist slid up and down the
brawny shaft. She guided Kayla's head down to her naked
breasts. Kayla took one nipple between her lips. Shelly
moaned. Kayla licked it softly. She clearly was in no
hurry. Her tongue slowly glided around her sister's pink
areola. Soft wet circles got harder and faster until
Shelly's nipple ached from the pleasure. Then, Kayla bit
down.
"Hahhh," Shelly gasped. "Oh, yes! Bite it. Bite my
nipple. Mmmmm fuck!"
Kayla snagged it and tugged, pinching the other nipple
between her fingers. When that one looked hard enough,
she sucked it right up in her mouth. Shelly howled. She
watched Tony busily jerking himself off just a few feet
away.
"Does it feel good?" he asked impulsively.
"Mmmmm yessss," Shelly whispered. "Feels so good. God,
Kayla, your mouth is incredible. I knew you could do
this. I just knew it."
Kayla sprang up and swooped in on Shelly's lips. Shelly
could feel her breath being sucked out by her sister's
urgent mouth. Their faces twisted and turned in a furious
effort to feed on one and other. Kayla fondled Shelly's
tits. Shelly slid her hands between Kayla's legs. The
moisture was still there, as Shelly rubbed her hot pussy
through those soggy pantyhose.
"Ohh God!" Kayla said, the moment Shelly's fingers
brushed over her clit. "I don't know what it is. When you
touch me like that...I can't describe it."
"That's what sisters are for," Shelly said. "Do you think
we should show Tony what I did to you in the ladies
room?"
Kayla nodded quickly. Shelly pushed her against the
grungy wall, then yanked her skirt down to the dusty
floor. Any thought of ruining her new clothes was
completely forgotten. Clearly, her slutty outfit had
already served its purpose.
"Spread your legs," Shelly told her, as she hooked her
thumbs into Kayla's pantyhose and partially slid them
down.
Shelly knelt on the dirty floor, poising herself between
her sister's lewdly splayed thighs. She couldn't see
Tony, but she could hear him breathing, as she watched
Kayla study him with silent appreciation.
"Oh yeah, Mrs. H," Tony urged. "Lick that pink pussy."
Shelly hadn't plan to, but the lurid thought sent her
tongue trailing over Kayla's damp slit.
"Ahhhhhh," Kayla whimpered. "Mmmm, yeah. Lick me right
there."
"Do what?" Shelly asked, gazing upward.
"Lick my cunt," Kayla answered properly. "Tongue fuck me
hard!"
Shelly hastily complied. Kayla groaned. Shelly drilled
her tongue in that steamy box and poked it in and out
like a hot sewing needle. Kayla could find nothing else
to grab except Shelly's hair. Shelly mewled as Kayla
snatched two handfuls and jerked them with each thrust of
her jolting hips.
"Oh, man, I can't take this," Tony said, starting to
drool. "I'm ready to cum right now."
"No, don't," Kayla pleaded. "Not until we tell you. Just
keeping stroking your cock. I want you to shoot as much
cum as you can."
Shelly couldn't believe her ears. "Mmmm, yes," she
whispered proudly. "Now that's how a slut should beg."
Kayla looked down and smiled at her sister. "Before I let
Tony cum in my mouth," she whispered. "I think I should
cum in yours."
"Give me your hand," Shelly said. Kayla promptly brought
it forward. Shelly curled the third and fourth finger so
they bent back against her palm. "I want you to slide
these fingers in your pussy and keep them just like
that."
Kayla inserted them on command. Shelly could hear the
squish. She looked up and saw Kayla's eyes already
bulging with untold bliss.
"Now," Shelly continued. "You should feel a firm ridge
against the front wall of your pussy."
Kayla nodded. "Uh huh!"
"Wiggle your fingers back and forth."
Doing this made Kayla gasp out loud. Her knees buckled.
Shelly could see how easy this was going to be.
"Faster," she ordered. "Fuck yourself hard."
Kayla had already started. The sound of her fingers
squelching in and out was all anyone could hear in that
cold, dingy room. Shelly leaned her face right under
Kayla's runny sleeve. Her hands settled on the smooth
pantyhose covering her sister's trembling knees.
"Harder," Shelly insisted. "Make yourself cum."
"Ohhh gaawwddd!" Kayla screamed. Her fingers were a blur.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Ohhh ahhh huhhhh yeahhh
unnnggahhhh hmmmmyeahhhh ohhhh fffuucckkkk!!!"
"Yes, honey," Shelly cried. "Let it out. Let it all out.
C'mon. Let me taste you!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!" Kayla erupted. "I'm cummeeeeeeeennnggg!!!"
Shelly opened her mouth. Warm sprinkles of golden rain
showered her outstretched tongue. The hot juices missing
her waiting mouth thrillingly splashed all over her
beaming face. Shelly savored the rich bouquet. She
hungrily slid her ecstatic tongue over her sticky lips,
cleaning off every bit of that decadent flavor. Her
sister's cum could not have tasted more delicious.
Before Shelly even thought to ask, she was already
sucking on Kayla's greasy fingers. Kayla had seen that
empty mouth and stuffed her fingers right in. Shelly was
beside herself. She could only imagine how their lives
would soon change when Kayla got involved with her, Greg
and the kids.
"That's it," Tony signaled. "I can't take anymore. I need
to cum right now!"
Shelly could not have predicted what happened next. Kayla
practically shoved her out of the way, as she dove to the
floor and crammed Tony's cock in her mouth.
"Hmmmpphhhh," Kayla moaned, with her lips locked around
Tony's pole.
"Ohhhh ssshhhit!" Tony swore, with his hand falling on
Kayla's head.
Shelly wasn't sure how many blowjobs Kayla had given
before. Yet, she looked on with astonishment at what
appeared to be an incredibly natural talent.
Kayla sucked like she was forcing ice cream up through a
straw. Her cheeks hollowed as her head rollicked back and
forth with abandon. She didn't seem to mind when Tony
grabbed her head, pumping his hips in perfect rhythm with
her noisy gulps.
"Suck it, Kay," Shelly called out like the cheerleader
she was. "Suck that cock!"
"Mmmppphhh," Kayla answered, unable or unwilling to let
go. Shelly guessed the latter.
"Oh, you nasty little bitch," Tony growled. "Yeah, yeah,
suck my fucking cock! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! You
hear me? I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth!"
Kayla gazed up with those ocean-blue eyes, nodding
invitingly, as she cheerfully answered, "Mm hmm."
Tony let out a loud cry. His head flew all the way back.
His hand pressed against Kayla's head, but Shelly could
tell there was no need. Kayla was eagerly sipping out his
cream. The more he shot in her mouth, the bigger her eyes
got as her cheeks filled with his scalding load. She
raked her fingernails under his balls, which only made
him groan louder and surely sent out yet another spurt.
"Don't swallow yet," Shelly insisted. "Not until you show
me first."
Kayla turned toward Shelly with her cheeks all puffed
out. She opened her mouth just a bit too fast, spilling
some jizz that landed in her quick hand. Shelly promptly
zoomed in and cleaned those fingers. Tony had some tasty
sperm. Shelly was jealous.
As Kayla open wide, Shelly could see the generous
mouthful that Tony had unleashed. He certainly hadn't
lied. He always delivered. His watery nut drowned Kayla's
tongue in a foamy sea of messy white cum. Kayla bravely
closed her mouth, shut her eyes, and then shivered as she
forced all of it down her throat. Shelly gave her a round
of applause.
"That's my girl," Shelly said, smiling with pride. "Now,
who said I couldn't make you a slut in under six hours?"
"Miracles have been known to happen," Kayla said, wearing
a satisfied smile of her own. "But I blame it all on the
pantyhose."
To be continued...
Copyright@2003
Filthy Fiction
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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