Chapter 1
Linda was surprised and irritated by the insistent tone of her old friend Kim “The Eagle” Russel’ s voice email. She had heard the voice recording once and decided to play it again.
“How you doin Linda? It’s Kim. Remember me? We haven’t been in touch. Or rather you haven’t been in touch, Linda. I am traveling abroad for an emergency international assignment related to an American company that has hired the services of the Texas based corporate security firm where I am employed. I need an urgent favor from you, Linda, my old friend and then stepsister in law who disappeared on me. I am sending my 21-year-old daughter Peggy over to you. I hope you can take care of her for the month that I will be away in Dortmund. I hope you will not say no. After all, I have done so much for you. It is time for you to step in and help me in this hour of need. Peggy will reach your cottage today. I need you to help me out here, Linda. Do not say NO”.
The audio clip ended. She was a bit unnerved by Kim’s deep and powerful voice which was at once impactful as well as sensual. Linda looked at the time on her personal computer. It was exactly 9:00 am. She always lost sense of time in the winter, out here in the wilderness. Kim had not mentioned when her daughter would arrive. Before lunch? Just in time for an evening drink? How cumbersome.
Linda sent back a short audio clip to Kim saying she would love to host Peggy at her cottage while also apologizing for not keeping in touch.
She closed the email window and let out a sigh. The whipping wind against the window was strong and loud. It was a gloomy morning outside in the small-town Alaskan wilderness where Linda had chosen to retreat, to pursue her career as a full-time writer.
There were two other windows open on Linda’s laptop that morning. One of them was a dating website. Linda was chatting with three women and two men, none of whom really interested her. There were at least twenty other prospective suitors in the queue who said “Hi” every day to whom Linda did not respond at all. Linda liked to have short affairs with lovers of both sexes, but she was picky. She closed the dating window as well.
The remaining window was for a website named “Flirty Wrestlers”. It was an erotic lesbian website that made softcore wrestling videos and Linda had taken quite a fancy to their clips. She closed that window as well. Linda had hoped to spend the morning watching the videos but now she had to prepare for Peggy’s arrival, which would be anytime during the day.
Linda stood up and removed the nightgown she was dressed in and threw it onto the bed. She walked naked into the shower.
At 39, Linda’s 36D breasts were rock hard and the large pink nipples over her creamy white flesh turned erect as the water from the shower began to hit her flesh. She shampooed her blunt bobbed dark hair that had streaks of red on the sides, after which she soaped her slim legs and her shaved groin.
After the shower, Linda slipped into her undergarments over which she wore a white vest, green wool shirt jacket and tight black jeans which kept her nice and warm. She pulled thick woolen socks over her feet and stepped into a pair of sneakers. At 5’9, Linda was a fairly tall woman.
“You got this Linda. Yes, it is a whole month. Yes, it is an invasion of your privacy. You planned to get some writing done, watch some erotic lesbian wrestling videos and kick back with a gin and tonic in the evening. But now you have to babysit your 21-year-old step niece”, Linda told herself as she walked into the living room.
Linda, a qualified mastologist, had switched careers to write body horror novels in the mid-thirties. She lived up in the hills, in a remote cottage. After publishing five novels, in the last six years, she had developed a loyal fanbase. While not wildly successful, she had earned blurbs from Stephen King and some other horror writers of note. She was the sort of obscure writer whose fans were the most devoted ones.
A private woman who liked to mind her own business, Linda would occasionally drive into town to meet dates at the local bar or restaurant.
She hadn’t had been in a long relationship after her divorce from her husband Dennis, a tall blue-eyed football player turned actor, more than fifteen years ago after she caught him in bed with another woman. Linda had no kids. Dennis had knocked her up once, but the pregnancy had to be aborted because of stress-related complications.
Linda was currently in an on-and-off love-hate frenemy relationship with Zoe, an ardent female fan of hers who lived in the village and would on occasion drive down to the cottage to meet her. Zoe was a wrestler who had acted in a few erotic wrestling videos, which Linda had liked. Zoe had sent her a message on a social media website telling her how much she loved her novels. It was when Linda checked Zoe’s profile that she realized she had seen her in a few videos. They hooked up and became intimate on their first date.
While the relationship was sexually fulfilling, Zoe was one possessive dyke, and the last time they had met, there was a drunken catfight in the living room downstairs after which Linda had ordered Zoe to leave. Zoe had not called her since then. Linda had not been in touch with Zoe for a while and believed they were done and dusted.
Since the end of the affair, Linda lived alone in the two storeyed cottage which had two bedrooms on the first floor and a kitchen with a dining room, a small library and a living room on the ground floor.
After dressing up, the MILF walked down to the kitchen made herself a strong coffee and sat on the living room couch, thinking about Peggy’s arrival.
She had met Peggy once. It was three years ago at a college reunion to which Kim had brought her along. Linda remembered her as an elegant talkative girl dressed in printed slacks tucked into blue jeans. The auburn-haired young girl had stood out from the rest of the women at the reunion who wore gowns and frocks.
Linda was taken in by her gleaming black eyes as she expressed admiration for Linda’s books and even courteously filled her whiskey glass a couple of times. They had spent that whole evening together. Linda had shared her email address with Peggy, and they had exchanged emails about writing and literature for two years. Linda had enjoyed corresponding with the young woman. The emails had stopped rather abruptly a year ago.
Linda’s thoughts moved to Kim, Peggy’s mother. They had been uneasy friends in college. Kim was doing a degree in economics. Both young women were ambitious and competitive and had taken each other on in student body elections. Linda had won in the first year and Kim the next year. They both dated the college’s two most coveted football players – Dennis and Allan.
Dennis and Allan were first cousins, and it was normal for Linda and Kim to be compared to each other as their girlfriends.
Kim was as tall as she was. While they would often get compared with each other, the similarities between the two young women ended there. Kim’s light brown hair was in direct contrast to Linda’s jet-black mane. While Linda’s face with its high-cheek bones was pleasant, Kim had sharp eyes, a long chin and a prominent nose which won her the nickname “The Eagle” around college.
She placed her coffee on the teapoy, walked to the cupboard and pulled out an old photo album. After skipping through a few pages, she found the photo she was looking for.
A photo clicked in sunnier climes. Kim and her in two-piece bikinis at a pool party held at a golf course, hugging each other sideways, their arms snaked around the other girl’s hips. The blue sky behind them. Nipples poking out of the wet bras. The sides of their boobs nestling against each other. Kim’s brown hair gleaming in the sun. Both of them were nineteen and the amorous smiles on their young faces denoted their raging hormones.
Memories of that day came flooding to Linda. It was 1994 and Nirvana’s “Come as You Are” was playing on the car stereo when it arrived at Linda’s driveway.
She went out to the car and the back seat was filled with drunk giggly women singing and shouting. Kim sat in the front seat beside the driver who had been hired for the occasion to drive all the drunk kids back home after the party. She saw Kim appraise as she got in beside her.
Linda had nodded at Kim, who was also in a bikini, as her rival made space for her in the front seat. When she got in, their semi-naked bodies had rubbed. They smiled coldly at each other. Things had been icy between them ever since Kim had beaten her in the student body elections.
She could not help but steal a quick glance at her rivals shapely bare thighs. Kim’s cleavage was begging to be ogled at and the nipples pierced through the thin fabric of her bra. The Eagle had one leg over the other and right left foot hung tantalizingly close to her own bare foot. The sheer thong she wore clung to her groin, showing off more than a bit of her milk white thighs.
As the car, heavy with all the drunk and boisterous women moved forward, she and Kim had squirmed uneasily against each other in the front seat, trying not to let their boobs bump into each other. When the sides of their breasts rubbed, both women acted like nothing happened. Kim’s skin was smooth, and she was smitten by her rival’s semi-nakedness, that sunny morning.
Kim seemed to be annoyed by the constant rubbing between their breasts.
“How you been Kim?”, she had asked her, trying to break the ice between them. A few months ago, they often hung out to watch movies or went bowling together. Not anymore.
“Not too bad. You hardly call anymore, Linda”, complained Kim.
Their feet touched and both women moved their feet away immediately.
“I could say the same to you. Not like you live in the damn mountains and don’t have access to a phone”, said Linda.
Kim glared at her and she had glared back. The car stopped at another driveway and two more women got into the front seat beside them and she was forced to snake an arm around Kim’s shoulder to make space.
“We’re just five minutes away from the golf course”, the driver informed them.
Now the sides of their breasts were lodged against each other and Linda felt a tingle surge through her body. The sides of their lower limbs were brushing and neither woman made an effort to move away.
She smiled at Kim, making a silent overture of peace and Kim had responded with a smile and proceeded to place a hand on her thigh. Kim pressed on it after a moment and winked at her. She was certain that it was an erotic moment, and Kim had made a pass at her.
The car entered the gold course and dropped them off near a pool around which hundreds of kids were drinking beer, listening to music and dancing.
After they got out of the car, they had smiled at each other again and then saw their boyfriends drinking beer near the barbecue stand.
She and Kim belted down a couple of beers and they were eyeing each other’s bikini clad bodies as they sat a few feet away from each other on the grass. She had felt her nipples turn erect as she admired Kim’s beautiful body.
There was a small podium, and she was invited onto it to speak about her life in college. While she spoke, Kim stood on the grass below and lowered her bikini just a little, showing off her cleavage to Linda, trying to distract her as she spoke.
When it was Kim’s turn to speak on the podium, Linda had returned the favor, standing in the front row and pushing her boobs up, showing them off to Kim, trying to catch her attention and then moving away to the grassy knoll before Kim had finished her speech. She would turn around as she walked away and see Kim watching her as she spoke on the podium.
She had sat on a wooden chair, placed on the grass that surrounded the pool, waiting for Kim. Then she saw Kim walk towards her, her brown hair gleaming in the sun and sit down on a chair perhaps ten feet away from where she sat.
Their eyes met and they had both smiled amorously at each other.
Kim had opened her legs to show off her thong, that clung to her groin, and she couldn’t help but gaze at Kim’s crotch and her sculpted thighs and legs. She had responded by sticking out her tongue at Kim, eyeing Kim’s groin and making licking motions at Kim’s pussy. Then she had also turned her body just a little on the chair until she faced Kim and opened her legs wide. She still remembered the ardent licking motions Kim had made with her tongue. She still remembered her erect nipples piercing into her tight bikini as they sat on the chairs, tantalizing each other by showing off their groins and sticking their tongues out at each other.
Then Kim had stood up, her young tits jiggled as she walked towards her and asked her whether she wanted to go for a swim. Kim didn’t wait for an answer and had clasped her hand over hers and pulled her towards the pool. They jumped into the deep and raced each other to the shallow end of the pool.
Once their feet touched the swimming pool floor, Kim had turned around and grabbed her in a bear hug. She had reciprocated. It was a quick and feverish hug in which Kim ardently pressed her boobs onto hers and she had pressed back with her boobs. Their boobs were not perfectly lined together because they were in a frenzy and Kim’s nipples had pierced into the flesh of her tits. A fleeting but intensely erotic moment when she had pressed her boobs against another woman’s for the first time and locked eyes with Kim. She could still feel Kim’s hot breath hitting the surface of her cheeks. The smell of orange chewing gum emanated from out of Kim’s mouth.
“You look so sexy in this bikini. I never thought you looked so hot”, said Kim, whispering.
“You’ve always been covered in formal clothes when we were together. But you’re one foxy lady”’, she had responded, returning the compliment.
They had quickly disentangled because they feared someone would see them hugging. It was a bear hug that Linda would never forget. She still savored that moment to this day when their still-blooming breasts had rubbed against each other briefly. An early sexual memory that would mark all subsequent sexual encounters in her life.
Then Kim had climbed out of the swimming pool, strutting her ass as she walked towards the tall bushes, egging Linda on to follow her with a seductive backward glance. Linda gazed longingly at Kim’s slim figure and her long legs.
She waited for a few moments. She feared someone would notice her erect nipples that were poking out of her swimsuit. Then she had mustered some courage and climbed out of the pool and walked quickly towards the bushes into which Kim had disappeared, her heart thumbing.
Kim was waiting behind a tall bush, and they had charged into each other’s arms and grabbed each other in a tight bear hug. Waves of lust passed through them as their erect nipples covered by the thin wet fabric of their bras rubbed against each other.
They hugged like they were two wrestlers in a ring. Mad with lust, they danced over the golf course’s smooth bent grass with their arms around each other. Linda remembered Kim’s aroma, a heady mix of strawberry shampoo and chloramines from the pool.
Their mouths had locked together in a sensual kiss even as their hands hungrily groped each other’s wet flesh. Their swimsuit bra-covered boobs were pressing together as they ran their tongues over each other.
Kim grabbed her wet hair in hers to signal to her that she wanted them to kiss relentlessly. After a long and breathless kiss, Kim pulled her down onto the soft grass which pricked their flesh as they lay side by side on the grass.
“Kim, should we?”, she had asked as they breathed into each other’s red faces. She could still remember Kim’s flaming nostrils and the pink pallor over her face.
The backs of their calves caressed, making her shiver despite the heat from the sun.
“I want to, Linda. I know you want to as well”, Kim had told her as she pulled at her bikini.
“Dennis and Allan are out there, Kim. We shouldn’t”, she had begged to Kim. But her heart wasn’t in it. She wanted Kim as much as the brown-haired rival wanted her.
“I want to fuck you Linda”, Kim had responded, her eyes drowsy with sexual arousal, and she pulled at Linda’s bikini. Then the black-haired also began to pull at Kim’s bikini and they both got naked quickly.
The sight of Kim’s naked boobs and the red erect nipples on them had sent her into a frenzy. She remembered their nipples rubbing fleetingly and Kim deliberately poking her sharp erect nipples into her flesh and giggling. She locked her inner thighs with Kim. Their naked breasts were plastered against each other.
She plunged her mouth onto Kim’s and her rival had opened her mouth. They kissed sensually at first. But every rub of their tongue against each other made the two young women shiver as they kissed each other onto a crescendo of sexual frenzy.
They rubbed their thighs sensually against each other.
“I’ve always wanted you, Linda”, said Kim ardently into her face.
“Ohhhh! Kim, I have craved for you too, Kim”, she told her rival.
They rubbed their noses against each other.
“Then why do you play so hard to get?”, asked Kim and she kissed Linda on the neck.
“Ohhh! You’re always so competitive, I didn’t want to seem like a pussy in front of you”, she had retorted and then she had kissed Kim on the lips and then showered Kim’s neck with intense kisses.
Their mouths had locked together in another intense kiss that lasted for a whole minute. Their boobs heaved against each other as they kissed. Hands caressed each other’s smooth backs feverishly.
“If only you had given me a sign that you wanted me. But you were always so formal”, accused Kim after she broke away from the kiss.
“I could say the same to you. I was waiting for you to make a move”, she had responded before she tried to kiss Kim again. They exchanged terse competitive kisses on each other’s lips.
“Do you know I have thirsted for you many times in bed, Linda?”, asked Kim, haughtily.
“I have fingered myself to tremendous orgasms thinking about you, Kim”, she had confessed.
Then, Kim pushed her down onto the grass and tried to mount her. But Linda was a competitive woman, and she had pushed Kim and climbed on top of her. Kim wasn’t having any of it and they rolled around the grass, both competitive women trying to be on top. Their mouths had locked together again as they rolled around on the grass with their arms around each other.
As their nude bodies flattened the grass of the gold course, the women moaned out lustily.
Linda finally emerged on top of Kim and bumped her pussy into her rival’s pussy first.
“Ohhhhh! You whore. You fucking sneaky whore”, said Kim, smiling up ravishingly at her and spreading her legs.
Then Kim had bumped back with her pussy. She had cried out as their pussy lips rubbed.
“Ahhhhh! You cunning bitch”, she had responded and crashed her pussy back into Kim’s three times.
“Ohhghhhhhh! You always like to be on top, don’t you, feisty cxnt!”, Kim snarled up at her, a smile on her red face and she bumped back more than three times with her pussy.
“Aaaaahhhhaaaa! Look who’s talking you aint miss popular around these parts you skank”, she had whispered down at Kim and slammed her pussy back into hers.
“Aaooooowwww! I’ve seen you flirting with Allan, you cheating cxnt”, snarled Kim into her face as she began to grind her pussy onto Linda’s in an aggressive manner.
“Ugggggggggg! How dare you make faces at me while I was talking on the podium you public sex fiend”, she had retorted, smashing her pussy into her rival’s once again.
“Owwwww! You kissed and groped me just before our college election debate behind the stage to distract me, you slutty whore”, accused Kim and repeated the pussy-to-pussy grinding more powerfully, pounding back in a swifter rhythm.
“Mmmmmmm! I have seen the way you’ve always eyed me, you cxnt. I feel molested when I am in your company, tart”, she had told her rival and matched her relentless pussy grinding.
Then she had plunged her mouth onto Kim’s, and they locked mouths even as she rested her boobs over Kim’s tits. They sucked eagerly on each other’s tongues even as they rubbed pussies.
The intense kissing only made the pussy-to-pussy grinding more ardent. They kissed relentlessly for two whole minutes, neither woman able to get enough of the other woman’s mouth and tongue.
Then Kim had broken away and glared into her eyes. But she still lay on top of Kim, their boobs glued together.
“You wanna see who’s top pussy in this college you cxnt?”, Kim has asked as she placed her hand on her buttocks. She bit down gently into the middle of her neck.
“Ahhhhh! I am the top pussy, and I will prove it to you”, she had sneered down at Kim and then she had bitten into the base of Kim’s neck.
They bumped their pussies into each other at the same time.
“Kiss me you cxnt”, Kim had ordered her. Their mouths locked together in another ardent kiss even as they locked their pussies and pressed their boobs together.
Then she had raised herself to resume their cxnt bumping but Kim toppled her with an ardent pussy bump and now they both lay on the grass.
Kim scissored their thighs together and slammed her pussy into Linda’s.
“Owwwww! You tramp! Ohhhhh! You utter fucking tramp”, she yelled out as she got used to the new position and tried to hump back.
But Kim was relentless.
“What happened pussy? Don’t know how to use your thing on my versatile flexible pussy now?”, sneered Kim as she upped the ante.
“Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I have fucked in every position known to a woman, you dykey whore”, she had responded and began to grind her pussy into Kim’s.
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Fuck me right there. Yes! Yes!”, Kim cried out.
Linda grabbed Kim’s butt to adjust her pussy just a little, to attain more leverage.
“Ohhhghhhhghhhh! Take this whore ! Your small pussy lips aint no match for mine you whore”, she had growled out.
Now Kim also grabbed her butt to adjust her pussy to the same position before she made the adjustment.
“Owwwww! Take that you horny bitch ! You pussy lips are so large from humping and rubbing pussies too much like a hooker. Stop slithering around like a rookie and fight fair you cum stain”, said Linda as she grinded her pussy forcefully into Kim’s.
She had slapped at Kim’s butt lightly. Kim has slapped back. Their pussies were leaking into each other now.
“Aghhhhhhhh! I am going to tattoo my name on your pussy with my cum stain, you slut”, she challenged back.
“HmmmmmmmHmmmmm! I’m going to stain your pussy so bad, you’ll have to take it to a fucking carwash, you bitchy sneaky cxnt whore”, Kim had retorted.
She had begun to feel the beginnings of a tremor in her pussy. As her pussy grinded into Kim’s she felt Kim pussy also quivering.
“Owwwwww! Keep rubbing your pussy on mine ! You’re the biggest whore in this college, you fucking hoe”, she had cried out, feverishly rubbing her pussy into her rivals.
“Ouuuuuuuuu! I am a whore, and I am proud of it, you cxnt wanker”, replied Kim.
She once again grabbed Kim’s butt and adjusted it the way that gave her an advantage to rub her clit on Kim’s pussy.
“You cheat”, cried out Kim and she also tried to adjust Linda’s butt to gain an advantage. It made them grind into each other’s pussies with a renewed fervor.
They looked into each other’s red faces as they lay in the scissor position on the smooth grass.
“Ohhhhhhhh! You’re such a filthy pussy fucker”, she screamed out as Kim pushed her to the edge. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long, so she grabbed Kim’s butt once again and really began to slam her pussy into her rivals.
“Ogghhhhahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!”, screamed Kim and she felt the first cum spurts hit her wet groin. The hot lava that landed all over her groin from Kim’s pussy made her own pussy explode a few seconds later.
She grabbed Kim by the palm, and they clasped hands together as they exploded into each other’s groins.
“Ooooooaoaoohahhaahahhaaaaaa! Don’t stop Kim, you filthy whore. Keep fucking me”, she had begged.
“Oggggghhggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Keep your pussy glued to mine. Don’t ever let my pussy go”, Kim had begged back.
They orgasmed for nearly half a minute before she had disentangled from the mutual scissor because she wanted to kiss Kim as they spurted out the last of their cum.
“Come here and kiss me you slut”, she had said as she lunged towards Kim.
Their mouths locked over each other as they knelt on the grass. They sucked wildly at each other’s mouths and tongues, even as they spurted out the last of their cum onto each other’s groins from where it leaked down onto the grass.
“You beat me in this round. But let’s make it a best of three you slut. I’m gonna lick your filthy pussy clean and make it cum like a fucking volcano”, threatened Kim.
“Sure. Best of three it is, you cxnt. I’m gonna lick your pussy so good, it’s going to eject cum faster than a fucking scud missile”, she had threatened back.
She was about to push Kim and plunge her face into her rival’s pussy when she heard their names being called.
“Linda ….. Kim. Where you girls at?”, it was Dennis, who was then her boyfriend. They heard his footsteps.
“Be right with you Dennis, honey”, she had shouted out to her boyfriend. The footsteps stopped.
“You gals, we’re driving down to the beach. Meet us by the pool”, Dennis shouted out from somewhere behind the bushes.
“Sure thing Dennis”, Kim had shouted out to Dennis.
They heard his footsteps recede.
The two women had looked into each other’s deep red aroused faces for a moment, disappointed by the sudden end of their intense and feverish sexfight, before they disentangled from each other and put their swimsuits back on quickly.
They embraced each other feverishly and open their mouths wide open for a feverish kiss.
“You promise me a rematch won’t you, whore?”, Kim had whispered, a hint of a glare on her face. This was one woman who did not like to be beaten.
“Oh yes I will, you bitch. But before we go say “Linda is the top pussy in the college”, she had retorted and caught Kim by the hair.
“Yes Linda. You are the top pussy in the college ….. for now”, Kim had said, an amorous smile on her face. The smile had made her plunge her mouth onto Kim’s, and they had slid their tongues over each other for a long time before disentangling and walking towards the swimming pool.
After their sexfight which she had won, they had remained uneasy friends. She and Kim never locked pussies again. Linda never gave her best friend and rival a rematch. One of the reasons for this was that Linda was still young and not too comfortable with her sexuality, especially her burgeoning interest in women.
Kim had made a few more sexual overtures to her, bumping her breasts into hers whenever they met, but Linda had continuously spurned her best friend. She attributed the make out between her and Kim to their drunkenness. It was the nineties and being a lesbian was still taboo. After their beer fueled sexual encounter, and Linda’s spurning of Kim, the two women had drifted apart, keeping a distance from the other woman.
They had big careers ahead and being outed as a lesbian woman might affect their opportunities in life, so Kim also grudgingly accepted her fate as the defeated one. Linda was happy in the knowledge that she had come out the better woman over Kim the only time they had pitted their pussies against each other.
But they had met once more after they left college. They had gone on to marry Dennis and Allan. The once fierce rivals and pussy humpers had become stepsisters in law.
They had both gotten pregnant at around the same time when they were twenty. Kim, after giving birth to Peggy, had returned briefly into her life for a couple of weeks to help her physically and emotionally after her abortion. But nothing sexual had taken place between them because Kim had her own baby to take care of and Dennis was around all the time.
Linda closed the album and put it back on the shelf. It had all happened nineteen years ago when they were both 20 years old. But Linda remembered it all like it had happened yesterday.
She wasn’t sure exactly what Kim did in the foreign service. But she had searched Kim Russel’ s name on the internet and some conspiracy theory message boards told her that “The Eagle” was now a spook of some kind.
The front door bell rang just then. Linda realized her nipples had turned erect thinking about Kim.
Chapter 2
“Peggy ….. you’re gonna be away for so long. How will I breathe without you, baby? You are my oxygen”, swooned Candice.
“Ohhh ….. Candice baby, I love you. Even I cannot bear to even think that my naked body will not be wrapped around yours like a blanket for a whole month”, moaned Peggy.
The two young women stood with their arms knotted around each other behind a large stone pillar at the train station. Their breasts were plastered together as they caressed each other’s backs intensely. It was a cold and dreary evening, and the train station was nearly empty, so the two women were surrendering to their amatory impulses even though they were in a public place.
Peggy was an inch or two shorter than Candice who was nearly six feet tall. The taller woman really pressed her boobs into Peggy’s. It would be clear to anyone watching the two women cavorting behind the pillar that Candice was the more ardent and domineering woman in the couple.
Both women were dressed in sweaters and jeans.
“Promise me you’re gonna call me every day, Peggy. Promise me”, demanded Candice, pressing her boobs onto Peggy’s and rendering her lover breathless by blowing fierce hot sex-laced breaths onto her face.
“I promise you, Candice. I wanna hear your voice everyday”, said Peggy staring up into the older woman’s face and pressing back with her boobs.
The two women let their sweater coat covered breasts heave against each other and looked deep into each other’s eyes before a train appeared in the distance and sounded its horn as if it wanted Peggy and Candice to separate.
“It’s just a few days, Candice”, said Peggy.
They looked into each other’s eyes like they were two opposite poles of magnets captivated by each other.
“You promise me a tie breaker, you cxnt?”, asked Candice, with a hint of fierceness in her voice and she bumped her groin into Peggy’s.
“Yes, you whory bitch. We’re gonna have ourselves a series of rematches where I fuck your pussy into a slush”, retorted Peggy and she slammed her groin back into Candice’s.
Both women were wearing jeans, so it was a dry hump of sorts, even though their vaginas were slightly wet from all the breast bumping and caressing of each other’s backs.
They blew hot angry breaths into each other’s faces as they continued to eye each other feistily. The train passed them noisily, but the two lovers did not even glance as it dashed past them.
“Your pussy belongs to me and me alone, Peggy”, said Candice, loudly in the din made by the train.
“And your pussy belongs to me, Candice. I will scratch the eyes out of anyone else who comes between us”, said Peggy shouting back as the train swept past them.
She was half- lying.
The truth was that Peggy found Candice to be too possessive. At the age of twenty-one, Peggy liked to sleep around a bit with both men and women. But sex with Candice had been so good, they had gone steady for a month now.
A couple of days ago, the two lovers had two rounds of sexfights in which Peggy had beaten the domineering and possessive bitch once and had been beaten in the next round. It had made Candice hungry for a tie breaker to show Peggy that she was the boss in their relationship.
Peggy felt like her journey to live in the hills with her mother’s sister-in-law was like a godsent. It would give her a break from Candice. A break before their tie breaker which was inevitable.
As far as Peggy was concerned, she liked sexfights in which there was more sex and less fighting. But Candice liked more of the rough fighting while they were rubbing or smashing their pussies against each other.
Peggy’s train appeared in the distance, and she freed herself from Candice’s grip.
Candice ran her fingers through Peggy’s short auburn hair. Peggy did not reciprocate. She picked up her suitcase and walked towards the train which came to a stop near them.
“Remember what I said, Peggy. You need to call me every day”, said Candice in a demanding voice.
“Sure”, said Peggy, eyeing Candice feistily. Candice might be the domineering one in their relationship, but she longed for Peggy more than Peggy longed for her.
Peggy put on her best smile, took a step towards Candice and the two women kissed each other. Candice stuck out her tongue and Peggy did not back away from the kiss, and they slid their tongues ardently over each other.
“Peggy baby, next time I am really goanna obliterate your pussy”, Candice almost snarled into her lover’s face as she stopped their intense kissing.
“Candice honey, I dominated your pussy once and I am going to dominate it again for the rest of our lives”, said Peggy fiercely and she grabbed Candice’s blonde hair. Candice responded by grabbing Peggy’s auburn hair.
They plunged their mouths onto each other and kissed desperately for a few more seconds before disentangling from each other. Their faces were red, and their breasts heaved as they glared at each other in a distinctly sexual manner.
“Bye Candice, I will call you every day”, said Peggy in an ardent voice, as if it was a punishment.
“You better call me every day, Peggy”, said Candice in an intense voice with a hint of a threat.
Peggy grabbed the large backpack that was placed on the station floor and stepped onto the train. It began to move as soon as she climbed onto it.
She waved at Candice as she hung out of the train door. She saw Candice mouth “tie breaker you whore” as the train began to move.
Peggy mouthed “Bitch”, at her domineering lover.
Candice stuck her tongue out and made a licking motion with it.
Peggy did not respond but smiled coldly and waved. “Let the bitch stew in her sexual hunger”, thought Peggy as the aggressive Candice became a tiny dot in the horizon.
She walked into the compartment with her bag and parked her shapely butt on a seat by the window. She took off her coat and rested her auburn-haired head on the head rest and tried to relax.
Her 36-C boobs heaved as she calmed herself down.
“A month of rest and relaxation out in the wilderness will do me good. It is not like I am going to ditch Candice or anything. Sex with that bellicose bitch is just too good. She knows how to lock her pussy on mine and make my pussy spurt like the fucking Niagara falls. I am Candice’s girl”, thought Peggy. Peggy was at that age when she thought faithfulness and loyalty was an important part of any relationship. She was immature enough to think that she and Candice would be with each other for the rest of their lives.
Candice, Peggy’s current lover was ten years senior to her, and was the receptionist at the clinic where Peggy had worked as an assistant. Peggy had just finished her bachelor’s degree in chiropractic and had been assisting one of the leading chiropractors in the city over the last one year. Now there was a month left before she would start her master’s in chiropractic, which is when her mother Kim would be abroad in Germany for an important project related to her job in corporate security and espionage. Her father, Alan had settled down in Singapore and was estranged from them. He had divorced her mother Kim before Peggy had turned five and she had never seen him again.
“I will also be away from my bitch of a mom. My mom, who never showed me any love while growing up and only cared about her social climbing and rise up the rungs in the elite corporate security firm she worked at”, thought Peggy angrily.
But then she recalled a strange incident that had happened a week ago right after her mother had told her that she would be away in Germany and that she had made arrangements for Peggy to stay with Linda.
She remembered the insistent knock on her door one evening. She was ready for bed, with her pajamas on and when she opened the door her mother stood outside dressed in a low hanging see-through nightie and a thong.
“Peggy”, said Kim in her deep and domineering voice.
“Oh hey”, said Peggy. She rarely addressed Kim as mom.
“Can I come in Peggy?”, Kim had asked, in a firm voice.
“What is it? I was just about to sleep”, said Peggy.
“I bought you a gift, Peggy”, said Kim, raising a bag towards Peggy.
She had taken Peggy by surprise. When she was growing up, she hardly received any gifts from her mother and had always felt neglected.
“Thanks. Now can I go to sleep?”, asked Peggy grabbing the bag from her mother.
“No. It is a rare and expensive custom-made French bikini brand. I ordered them specially for you”, said Kim seriously. Peggy glanced down at her mother’s figure that was revealed by the nightie. She had taken good care of herself.
The 36D boobs were hard to ignore and her figure was slim despite her being 39-years old.
“Thank you. But what am I supposed to do with them now? I will wear them when I go out next”, said Peggy haughtily.
“I want you to wear them now, Peggy”, said Kim stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.
“I ….. why now?”, asked Peggy, taking a step back.
“I want you to take off your pajamas and wear the bra and thong I bought for you. I want to see my baby in the special bra and thongs which I got made for her and her alone”, said Kim in a voice laced with a quiet authority. Her large and prominent nose was red.
“Er ….. I ….. why do you want to see me in a bikini?”, asked Peggy uncertainly.
“I am your mother. Can’t I buy undergarments for my own daughter? Is it too much to ask for a mother to see her own daughter in bra and thongs?”, asked Kim, a smile appearing on her face.
“Uh ….. you want me to wear them right now?”, asked Peggy, feeling dominated.
“Yes. Right now. Take off those homely pajamas and slip into the thong will ya, Peggy?”, said Kim, smiling feistily at her daughter.
Peggy couldn’t help but stare at her mother’s tits and her sexy figure. Though she never liked to admit it to herself she had always found her mother to be an attractive woman and longed for her attention.
She placed the bag on the bed and began to unbutton her pajama top and took them off. Next came off her shorts. She stood in just her bra and thong in front of her mother. Kim was undressing her with her eyes. Peggy had never seen an amorous look appear on her mother’s usually serious face.
Then she took the bra out. It was a black silk bra.
“Now wear that for your mom, won’t you?”, asked Kim, a sleazy smile on her face.
“OK”, said Peggy meekly.
Peggy unhooked the cotton bra she was wearing and threw it onto the bed.
She saw her mother ogle blatantly at her young 36C tits. Peggy looked down at her nipples and they were erect. She had not even realized it.
Peggy wore the silk bra over her chest and shivered as the luxurious silk fabric enveloped her tits.
“Now you will wear the thong, Peggy”, said Kim almost whispering, grabbing the bag and holding the thong up to her daughter.
“Is she hitting on me? What is the deal with my mom?”, she wondered, feeling a bit excited.
She awkwardly took off her thong as instructed by her mom and she saw Kim ogle at her pussy. She had shaved it just a day ago. Then she took the silk thong from her mother.
The silk thong felt good in her hand and as she covered her groin with it, she felt like a rich girl used to being pampered by her mother.
“You look good in them. They fit your beautiful body perfectly” said Kim.
“Thank you mom”, said Peggy. She had called her mother mom after a long time.
“You’re a foxy young lady, Peggy”, said Kim, continuing with her compliments.
“So nice of you to say this, mom. It really means a lot to me”, said Peggy. She hadn’t been showered with so much attention by her mom ever before. She felt herself getting aroused.
Kim took a step towards her daughter.
“I’m a bit hot. This is the first time my mother is showering so much attention on me. She looks sexy in her see-through night dress and thong. But I am not sure what she wants from me”, thought Peggy.
Then her mother hugged her.
“Peggy”, Kim had said.
“Mom”, she had responded surprisedly.
Their breasts pressed onto each other and Peggy placed her hand uncertainly on the sides of the mother’s hips even as her mother embraced her feverishly.
Her mother was really ramming her boobs onto hers and she felt a tingle surge through her body as her mother caressed her back.
Then Kim had looked into her eyes, and she had run her hand through her daughter’s hair. Peggy shivered. Her mother then kissed her on her lips. Her mother’s long nose had rubbed against hers.
“Mommy. What are you doing?”, she had asked Kim as their breasts poked into each other.
“Kiss me back, Peggy”, Kim had said, in a voice laced with longing.
Kim had kissed her on the mouth one more time.
“Now I am sure. I know what my mom wants. This horny bitch wants to fuck me, and I am fine with this”, thought Peggy and she had kissed her mom back on her mouth.
They had opened their mouths, and Kim had begun to run her tongue intensely over hers. Peggy was kissing back weakly, still unsure about whether she wanted to go through with this.
“I am Candice’s girl. No, I cannot cheat on Candice. Even if it means spurning my mother’s sexual advances. I have no moral scruples to fuck the living daylights out of this horny milf even if she is my mom; but she never cared about me when I was a child. Now she wants to fuck me, because I am a hot piece of ass”, thought Peggy and she pushed her mother away.
“I want you to leave the room now”, said Peggy even though she was aroused and had enjoyed the kiss.
“Why? What is wrong with me, Peggy?”, Kim had asked her. Her usually powerful voice sounding weak and whiny.
“Leave the room NOW. You never cared about me ….. but you think I am going to fuck you because you bought me some faggy expensive French brand?”, Peggy had said with a certain finality, even though her nipples were rock hard.
Kim had left but Peggy had jumped into bed and began to finger herself that night.
“My mother is a creep. I will move out of the house when I go back. At least I have Candice”, Peggy reasoned to herself as she sat in the train.
Then she remembered that during her sexfight with Candice, she had called her “mom” at one point when she was on the verge of an orgasm. She smirked, recalling the memory. Candice had questioned her about it when they lay in bed after the sexfight and Peggy had told her that she sometimes reminded her about her serious and domineering mom. It had made Candice even more hotter for her, and they had made out like crazy.
Peggy tried to push the two domineering women in her life to the back of her mind.
She unzipped her backpack and took out a copy of “Delay is Fatal”, the latest horror novel by Linda Brigance, her aunt with whom she was going to stay. She had read all of Linda’s books and looked forward to meeting and spending time with the reclusive writer.
Even though she had balked at the idea when Kim had first suggested it, her mother had managed to convince her that their house was not safe for Peggy to live alone in when she was away. Peggy, who admired Linda, was also keen on living with her aunt, which is why she agreed to move to Linda’s cottage for a month.
She recalled the correspondence between her and Linda over email. They had some intense discussions about literature and writing but she had stopped emailing Linda after she had met Candice. Literature and writing had taken a backseat when she had discovered the joys of pussy-to-pussy fucking.
Chapter 3
When Linda opened the door there was a figure with a hood over her head. The figure removed her hood and smiled at Linda. She had a pleasant face with clear skin, but the cheeks were pleasantly rosy. A backpack was slung over one shoulder.
“Welcome Peggy”, said Linda as she moved backward to let the youngster into the house.
“Thank you auntie. It’s so nice of you to have me on such short notice”, said Peggy as she stepped into the house and took off her hooded coat.
“Think nothing of it, Peggy. Your mother is my step sister. I haven’t really kept often in touch with her since moving here. Kim is such a strong woman, you’re lucky to have her as your mother”, said Linda.
Peggy was struck by the writer’s husky voice and her prominent cheek bones. She was nattily dressed.
“Yeah”, said Peggy half-heartedly.
The milf and the young woman appraised each other as they stood face to face.
“Let me take your coat”, said Linda and she took the coat from Peggy and hung it on a hanger beside the door.
Peggy was wearing denim jeans and a black full-sleeved woolen shirt.
As Linda turned around, she noticed dark gleaming eyes, which were just like she remembered them when they had first met at the reunion. She was one pretty young lady with her auburn hair which was a darker shade of brown than her mother.
Peggy noticed the red streaks across Linda’s jet-black hair.
“Never seen red streaks on a brunette ever, auntie. They’re real cute ….. and rare”, said Peggy admiringly.
“Well, I always get asked if I color my hair. They are natural allright”, said Linda, self-consciously placing a hand over her head.
“I get similar questions about my auburn hair all the time”, said Peggy, placing a hand over her own hair, in an also self-consciously way.
“Oh! Your hair looks beautiful. I like short hair on women”, said Linda, complimenting her aunt.
The truth was that she was a bit taken in by this young woman standing in front of her.
“I quite like your husky voice, auntie. I hope my voice turns husky like yours as I grow older”, went on Peggy confidently.
“You just need to smoke a lot of cigarettes like I did, and you’ll get there”, said Linda smiling.
They both laughed.
“You must be tired after the journey. I got steaks in the fridge for later. Fancy a gin and tonic?”, asked Linda.
“Never say no to gin and tonic, auntie”, said Peggy, struck by Linda’s friendliness.
Linda led Peggy to the living room where she poured them both drinks.
“This is such a neat place. It’s amazing that you live out here all alone. The taxi I took from the train station took a while to get here”, said Peggy, accepting the drink from Linda and looking around the well-lit cottage. The place was warm, which meant the heating was excellent.
“What can I say? I am a private person. City life isn’t for me. Paid a tidy sum for this place. Privacy isn’t cheap”, said Linda, taking a sip of her gin.
They sat side by side. Linda placed a folded leg on the sofa. Peggy sat with both legs in front of her, holding the drink. She wasn’t shy, but she was well-behaved, thought Linda.
“Don’t you get lonely out here auntie?”, asked Peggy eagerly.
“Well, not really. I go into the village every once in a while to do my shopping”.
“Oh”, said Peggy. She was curious to know if this beautiful MILF was seeing someone.
Linda looked into Peggy’s eyes. She wondered for a moment whether this sprightly shiny black-eyed young woman was into women.
“Anyone come in to clean the place?”
“No. I do it all myself. Cleaning and cooking.”
“Oh! Must be hard since you’re also a writer.”
“Well, I don’t know Peggy, real freedom isn’t easy.”
“I often wish I could be a writer like you, auntie. Live out here in the woods. Far away from everyone without a care in the world”, said Peggy, taking a sip of the drink.
“Oh do you. Well it isn’t that easy, Peggy. The last two novels were a real struggle. I do have my sleepless nights you know ….. when I wonder if the next book is going to sell well. It’s very competitive. People have so much online and offline art to choose from. It’s tough staying relevant."
“I’ve read all your books. I think the latest one “Delay is Fatal” is my favorite”, said Peggy like a bit of a fan girl.
“Have you? I am so flattered. Yeah, even I was quite satisfied by “Delay is Fatal.”
“Yeah, it is your best, auntie. Lorna the female wrestler character who gets killed by the entity at the start of the novel is one of your best creations”, said Peggy, continuing in her ardent voice.
Linda looked into Peggy’s eyes. Peggy looked away briefly.
“What about Lorna did you like so much?”, asked Linda.
“The fact that she is a wrestler. I admire woman who know how to fight”, replied Peggy, without restraining herself.
“Oh! Do you? I quite enjoyed creating that character”, said Linda, trying to sound innocent.
“And I enjoyed reading about her. Is it based on someone you know?”, asked Peggy and she stifled a gulp. She took a long sip of her drink.
Linda admired Peggy’s boldness. Lorna the wrestling character had been implied to be a lesbian in her novel, and it was based on Zoe, her ex-lover, with whom she had broken after an acrimonious catfight.
“Yeah, it was based on someone I knew for a while”, said Linda quietly.
Linda’s serious face told Peggy that she should not dig any deeper.
“You’ve had a bit of a long journey. I am sure you need a rest”, said Linda.
“Oh! I wouldn’t mind.”
“Let me show you to your room.”
The two women went upstairs, and Linda took Peggy into the room opposite her own.
“Why don’t you have a rest? It’s around 7 pm now. Let’s have dinner at half past eight”, said Linda.
“Sure auntie. Thank you once again.”
“How’s Kim doing?”, asked Linda, trying to maintain a straight face.
“Uh! I don’t know auntie. She didn’t come to see me at the station or anything”, replied Peggy in an annoyed tone.
“Oh! Do you know where she is?”
“Who knows auntie. She could be hunting down Al-Queda for all we know”, said Peggy in a disinterested tone.
Linda let out a low laugh, patted Peggy on the shoulder and left.
Peggy looked around the room. It was small but looked cozy with a freshly made bed near the window, a small table and a wooden chair.
She looked out of the window near the bed. It was just white snow for miles with nothing else around.
