Chapter 7: Discovery and Desire

The plundering of his body by his cousin’s hand, by the mechanism in the chair her was bound to, by the cups they had stuck to his suddenly sensitive nipples, by the facial framework that held the cock shaped length at the his pouty portal all started at once, mimicking what he was watching on the monitor. In and out the two lengths smoothly slid in perfect timing with Tonya’s masturbatory pumping each cadence following the beat set down by the pulsing that thrilled his areolas. And all keeping pace with what was happening to the freckled brunette on her knees in front of him whose brown eyes had lidded with lust.

“Yes, yes, this is a good one,” Tanya cooed in his ear giving him a gentle squeeze. “She really looks like she is enjoying sucking on that cock, doesn’t she Jasmine? Yes, yes she does,” she answered for him. “Are you enjoying sucking on your cock Sweetie?”

“Look at how her hips rock back and forth,” her sister followed up. “She is loving getting fucked by that other girl. In and out, in and out, in and out, so lovely.”

“Both of her fuck holes are getting filled up, just like yours are,” the other continued. “Big beautiful big girl cocks. Yes, big beautiful girl cocks.”

“Don’t you think girls have the most beautiful cocks Jasmine?” Tonya asked rhetorically as she continued jacking her cousin. “Lovely, big, thick cocks, such lovely big thick cocks girls have. Not like the little clitty you have Jasmine.”

“At least not yet, Sweetie,” the 16 year old added.

“Maybe if we keep pumping it we can get it to grow?” the younger suggested. “Would you like us to do that, Baby? Would you like us to slide our slippery fingers up and down on your clitty to see if we can make it bigger?”

“I heard that the more a clitty spurts, the more it might grow,” lied the junior softly cuddling her cousin.

“Really?” the redhead quietly exclaimed in mock surprise. “Oh that sounds lovely. Would you like that Jasmine? Would you like it if we made you spurt again and again to see if we can make your little clitty grow?”

“There are two of us,” the wheat blonde pointed out. “We could do it over and over. Maybe we can get Clover to help us too. I’ll bet she’d like to help.”

“Mom too,” the other volunteered. “She told us last night how much she enjoyed making you spurt Baby. She probably do it again if you asked.”

Jasmine watched the screen for that was who she was now. What she had been only minutes earlier had melted away like an ice cube on a hot summer’s day. With each stroke of her cousin’s hand, each pleasurable plunge of the greasy girth into her pussy, each slithering of the latex length across her tongue, each pulsing of the rounds on her nipples, her lust blossomed further immersing her being, swaddling her existence in femininity. Her sapphire gaze she watched the screen, watched the brown haired girl’s heat gradually rise higher and higher as she was taken in every way possible, much like she was being taken now.

“She is really relishing sucking that cock isn’t she Sweetie?” the 16 year old blonde whispered. “In and out and in and out and in and out, she loves how it feels as it slides through her lips. I’ll bet she is using the tip of her tongue to trace the underside of it every time the beautiful girl it belongs to plunges it in. Look at how she pumps her hips using the others lovely mouth as her fuckhole. You should try that Baby, you should try using your tongue like that.”

“Yes,” Jasmine thought, her will easily molded by the suggestions of others, “yes, I should.” She probed with her inner pick slurping around the mechanical length that methodically pistoned in and out of her plush pucker. Her cousin was right, somehow she found herself becoming more and more absorbed with allowing herself to be used orally like the girl on the screen. She didn’t look much older than herself really, but she was, she could tell. Her tits were bigger than her own, plumper too. All of the girls in the video had nicely rounded breasts that bobbed or sway with their motion. Well, all but the blonde girl behind the brunette. Hers were mashed into her shoulder blades, squeezing in close as she deliberately penetrated her pussy from behind. The 14 year old wondered what that must feel like, soft rounded orbs, each topped with a sensitive nub pressing into her back as she was taken by others. Yes, yes, she wondered.

“See how she is pushing back against the girl fucking her pussy from behind?” her older cousin continued, “See how she has relaxed her hips and stretched her back like a cat to open herself up to the cock of the other girl. Look at her purr Sweetie, look at her purr.”

“It’s really hard to tell which she loves more,” Tonya added from the other side watching her sister’s slippery fingers travel the length of her trapped relative’s cock, her strokes matching the cadence of the carnal intrusions. “Does she love being fucked in her mouth more or fucked in her ass?”

“I think she loves both,” the junior surmised. “Look at how she just gives herself over to the other two. It’s as if she is telling them to take her, over and over again, without saying a word.”

“Is that how you feel right now Jasmine?” the redhead she prodded. “One cock sliding in and out of your mouth, another filling your lovely pussy again and again, you in the middle getting your clitty played with as your surrender your desires to the whims of others, willingly letting yourself be taken over and over? Is that what you wish for Sweetie?”

As her body was relentlessly pierced by multiple prongs and her own little clitty was pumped, the young strawberry blonde was forced to admit to herself that “Yes, yes, she loved being taken like this, right now, this, this was what she wished for.” She allowed herself to melt further into the chair she was restrained in giving herself over to the rising arousal coursing through her body, imagining herself in the picture she was watching, kneeling between the redhead and the blonde, being taken by both and loving every moment.

Ruth Ann Ridley was just starting to pull the grate across the entrance to the produce market when Simone Montembault parked in front of the building in her 2018 pearl Citroen C5 SUV. She frowned in disappointment. “Too late,” she muttered. The archeologist had hoped to get a few salad necessities on the way home.

“Hey Ruth Ann,” she waved getting out of the vehicle.

“Hey yourself,” the 48 year old returned with a smile before turning to another she hadn’t immediately noticed. “Grab the sign for me will you, Honey. Put it against the wall inside there.”

Anjou Ridley nodded silently a pained smile on her face, and not without cause. The 14 year old had a massive bulge in her stomach due to her toiletry duties at the market today. Normally she would have been allowed to empty before going home but today her mother had simply pushed a plug into her ass and patted her on the head. “We’ll let that cook for a while Sweetie. Then you’ll have something to eat when we get home.”

“She looks like she has had a full day,” noted the 36 year old taking in the nubile figure of the 14 year old with the incredibly rounded midsection. She was quite a beauty Anjou. Her cock was a very nice size for someone so young and she was already as tall as her mother if not as filled out. But that would come with time she was sure. “Such an innocent face,” the tall futamute

mused. “She’s going to break a lot of hearts.” She turned back to the proprietor. “I was hoping to pick up some lettuce and tomatoes on the way home but it looks like you’re done for the day.”

“Well, technically I am, but it’s not like I’ve got tickets for the opera waiting for me,” she joked. “Daisy and Cassidy just finished their rounds about 20 minutes ago. They picked up at the Werner patch. They are out back offloading, should be done by now actually.”

“They’re a bit late aren’t they? Cass is usually waiting at home for me by this time,” the woman with braided ponytails queried.

“They were ... ahem ... delayed at the Markham place,” she snickered dragging the gate across the opening and securing it. “They’ll have what you’re looking for. How was the drive from Perigeaux?”

“Pretty good actually, though I was later getting out than usual,” the archeologist replied. “We had a large school group from Limoges as the last tour.”

“I’m glad you like it there,” the older Ridley remarked turning towards her.

“Well, it isn’t an active dig, but as far as museums go I could do a lot worse than the Vesunna Gallo-Roman,” she surmised with a shrug.

“Mom,” came the pained plea from the 14 year old, who was holding her stomach. “I really gotta go.”

“Mommy’s talking to a customer Sugar, you’re just going to have to hold it. Your urine too,” she chastised lightly before returning her attentions to the Montembault woman. “Shall we go out back and see if we can find your vegetables?”

Cassidy Montembault slammed her meaty pipe once more into Daisy Ridley’s ass in the back of the flatbed behind the market. Her cock wasn’t quite as big as the older girl’s but at nine inches in length and seven in girth, it was big enough. Really, the futamute with the caramel brown bob was bigger than the darker haired 17 year old in every way but height. There the French/Indian hybrid was two inches taller. This was not to say the latter lacked in other ways, both were quite curved in build, just one a bit more than the other. But for her slight shortcomings in measurements, the girl in the baseball cap and braids made up for in drive. The two of them had been paired in the delivery truck since coming out of the tank.

At first she had been the submissive in their relationship, always last to dip her tool into the depths of the other, always the first to open her mouth on command. But that had gradually changed over time. After three years together with the 26 year old, the dynamic between them had been flipped on it’s head. More and more, it was the high school senior initiating and controlling their mutual carnality. She wasn’t actually sure when it had begun happening or for that matter when the process had completed itself. All she knew now was that, when they were alone, Daisy was subservient to her wishes. In a couple months the younger would be off to university in Bergen, Norway. Cassidy wished she could take the Ridley woman with her. She was going to miss this.

“Greta brought a basket of tomatoes around the other day,” Ruth Ann revealed as the three of them walked around the market building in the fading sun of the day, the two adults each holding a hand of the cramping teenager. “Wonderful colour, plump but firm too. She’s going to have a bumper crop this season. The market in St. Aigulin is going to love these.”

“It’s all in the fertilizer,” Simone grinned at her friend. Even though there were 11 years between them, there was a camaraderie between them that spoke of something more than simply local familiarity. She cocked her head in curiousity then and put her finger to her lips. The fruit market vendor having heard it too, lightened her step and gave a warning glance to her youngest daughter, who in turn chewed her bottom lip and quieted her whimper.

The trio then crept slowly forward, peaked around the corner and smiled. Daisy Ridley was on her back on a futon in the bed of the truck, her legs wrapped around the torso of Cassidy Montembault whose overalls lay in a bundle at her feet. The latter looked down upon the first imperiously, her teeth flashing, as she pistoned her pipe in and out of the older futamute’s rosebud with vigor. The 17 year old’s curvy gluts flexed and her ample breasts bounced with every thrust as she relentlessly sawed in and out of the other. For her part Daisy’s thicker body jiggled each time her younger partner found bottom. Ruth Ann then pulled out her phone and showed it to the archeologist. She pulled up the control display of her older child’s implant and slid her thumb to the left, locking the other futamute’s orgasm inside of her. The two exchanged a look of satisfaction. They had spoken idly of something like this over coffee in the last, wishful thinking more than a plan of any sort. But it seemed quite independent of any actions either of them might have taken, that wish was indeed coming true.