Chapter 27: Venting and Re-Inventing

“Do you consent to being my wife Stephanie?”

“Absolutely my fondest wish. Will this work, do you think?”

“I think I’m ovulating. Timings right. Do you really love me? This is all too wonderful. Like a dream come true. I’ll be a wonderful husband to you. I swear it! You’re the prettiest girl I ever met. Probably, the smartest, bravest, most ethical, and honest too. I’m falling more in love with you, every minute!

Kiss me! Cuddle with me. Sleep while I hold you, my darling.”

When Stephanie awakens, Skeet is already gone. She belts on her robe and stumbles to the bathroom to relieve herself. When she returns to the bedroom, she quickly half opens the window in embarrassment. Unnoticed until her olfactory nerves were revived, cleared of over familiarity, the room is redolent of funky pussy. Pussies. Skeet’s odor mingles with her own. The stiff breeze swirling the curtains clears the air.

Too large panties, a feminine napkin, and most appreciated, thick woolen socks, are laid on a chair. Stephanie accouters herself then re-closes the window. She sniffs for malodorous errants, detecting none. Feeling re-civilized, she descends the stairs, sock slippered, to join others in the Great-room. Stephanie is shocked and blurts.

“I could not have imagined or expected, (waves hand) this!”

Isi wears a sack top, knee length, full skirted, muslin smock,

cinched about her midriff by a laced black twill over-corset

Very comfortable, convenient attire for a nursing mother. The creamy unbleached muslin doesn’t show dried milk stains as discolorations. The corset helps support the heavy laden breasts without a bra. The gathered sack-top’s drawstrings easily tie and untie from about the neck. The loosened strings allow the top gather to stretch open to drop the blouse clear of the breasts or as quickly sack them, and cinch up again.

The corset minimizes the waist, both by constriction and it’s dark color. The light colored bodice and skirt accentuates the generous curves of bosom and hips. Sexy, functional, and attractive dress! There are many adult tits-babies, you know?

Skeet is only one among many. Having small breasts herself, may help explain and excuse her attraction. Skeet roots at Isi’s breast. Isi is sitting on Skeet’s lap, with open knees. Her skirt is hiked up high on her thighs, and Skeets hand burrows between them. Isi has Skeet’s head hooked in the crook of one arm, holding her tight to her breast. Isi’s other hand toys with the bare erect nipple of her other breast. Isi looks upon Skeet adoringly. Her mouth worries and sucks at her own lips.

It’s an intense scene. Isi observes shocked Stephanie standing staring at them. She generously offers Stephanie her unoccupied spare tit, with a sly, shy, but friendly smile.

“Don’t look so shocked, Stephanie. I’m allowed to like girls, too! Same as you do! In fact I prefer women. Don’t look so worried. Roy knows about me, I told him before I agreed to marry him. I hope you’ll let me make love to you. You’re young and very beautiful. Come! Bring a chair over and have some of my milk. Lutah can’t begin to consume all I produce. I’ll have to pump it out and feed it to the cats, if you won’t suck it out for me. When this full, I hurt. Help me? Please?”

Stephanie pulls a chair close, and straddles it backwards.

“Umm, that feels nice Stephanie. Suckle me. Put your arms around me and hug me, while I hug you. That’s no problem. A one armed hug is fine. It’s flattering. Please, don’t be self-conscious, go ahead. Use your other hand for pleasing yourself. Can I taste your fingers?

Skeet has me all wound up ready to jump. I bet tasting your fingers will push me over the edge. Yum! And I AM cummng! Told you I would. It’s fantastic! Two girlfriends is wonderful.”

“Here’s your chance to get acquainted Stephanie. I expect you to learn to like eating my pussy. Try Isi first! She’s delicious. Go for it, sweetheart.” Skeet orders.

Stephanie sits on the floor between Isi’s widely spread legs and applies her mouth to Isi’s creamy hairy muff. After a tentative start, she quickly develops enthusiasm.

“I’m next, doll-face.” Skeet warns her. “And then, it’s your turn.”

Time and storms pass. So do tides and other cycles. Skeet and Stephanie are pleased and displeased when their periods begin, simultaneously. The synchronization is pleasing, fortunate. The proof neither is pregnant, is a disappointment, more so to Skeet than Stephanie. Stephanie wishes she could have presented Skeet with a new son. Sorry she failed her lover but not being pregnant is actually a relief.

Skeet remembers Alma suggesting a glory hole. If Stephanie brings Tom near ejaculation, and entices him to impale and cum inside an anonymous pussy pressed against an access hole in a partition or covering, Tom might impregnate Skeet without seeing Skeet’s body or face, or learning who she is.