Chapter 6

"My parents called me 'Angela' because for them I was a small miracle brought down from heaven. They were told they would never have kids."

We were sitting on the porch eating slabs of ham in the evening dusk. Kristy and I had pulled the distinct blue Ichiban plastic bags filled with our clothes and left them in the living room. The duffel remained in the trunk. Ichiban clothes was better quality than Walmart and Kristy looked better in Japanese fashion anyway. We still looked like trailer trash carrying our life around in plastic bags though.

Angela was willing to talk after the initial grilling. Then she wouldn't shut up. She was the only daughter of now deceased parents and she owned the orchard and the fields of squash and blackberries behind and around it. Her face had a perpetual tan and she loved to talk with her hands, waving a flapping forkful of pork over and above.

As we finished washing the dishes, Angela offered to show us to our rooms upstairs. Silence filled the kitchen.

"We only need one room, Angela," I tried to say as casually as I could.

Angela glanced at Kristy and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Okay," she drew out the word, " this ought to be good." She crossed her arms across her chest.

"Kristy, you tell her," I ordered. I figured it would sound more convincing if she told our cover story.

"When my momma died, daddy went all weird on me and began to," she paused for dramatic effect, "molest me. Jamison and daddy were friends. Jamison stopped by one night without calling and caught daddy on top of me. He beat the daylights out of daddy, maybe even killed him. We've been running ever since."

"She won't sleep by herself since that night," I chimed in.

Again the room was silent as Angela chewed over our story. She dropped her arms and announced, "who am I to judge?" I looked at the suddenly fascinating patterns on the linoleum and smiled.

We worked like dogs during the cherry picking season. Both Kristy and I toughened up and got leaner. For Kristy, she simply looked a bit older and shapely; but for me, I came back to my strength training days. I was able to hold Kristy in my arms and fuck her against the tile wall for twenty minutes without dropping her. When she would try to pin me to the bed, I could fight back, the aggressive stance adding spice to our sex play.

When cherry season was over, about mid-July, the work eased up. Not wanting to give up my newfound strength, I ordered Kristy to teach me martial arts in the evening after dinner. Angela would sit on the back porch with a cup of hot tea and watch Kristy whip my ass on the grass. She would laugh at my pain and offer pointers. I learned. At least once an evening the question of whether Angela was watching Kristy or me would pop into my head. Was she straight or gay?

The first night I actually held off Kristy and stayed upright through our lesson, we decided to celebrate with some gentle loving in our bed. I gave Kristy a back scratch, which she always seem to enjoy more and she kissed all of my bruises and boo-boos to make them go away. Thoroughly relaxed and at peace, she touched me there and then there; my cock stood at attention. I leaned back on the bed and while both of us held my cock, I felt Kristy mount me. She leaned over to leisurely kiss me with our tongues while she took small, quiet strokes on my cock with her pussy.

I had just released a small sigh of happiness when the door burst open and Angela stood in the door way, her robe wrapped tightly around her.

"Aha!" she whooped, "I KNEW you were doing it!"

I felt Kristy tense her muscles above me, preparing to disable this new threat in our lives. Only I didn't think Angela was a threat, a party-crasher probably, but not a threat.

I took hold of Kristy's waist, which had taken on further definition I noticed, and held her down. "Kristy, why don't you invite Angela to join us? I bet she's lonely."

I moved my hands to her ass and prompted her to dismount. Kristy clambered off of the bed and walked up to Angela and with cool efficiency said, "Please join us in bed."

"Kristy, I admonished, "Do it nice and friendly."

Kristy flexed her butt cheeks and reached up to Angela laying one hot and heavy french kiss on the woman. Angela responded in kind. As I watched them neck, it occurred to me that Kristy must have known that Angela wanted her when I couldn't figure it out; I forgot that she did observe everything.

In the meantime, Kristy had undone the robe and helped Angela shrug it off of her shoulders. Of course she was naked underneath; two points to the dense man laying on the bed with a stiff cock. Kristy broke apart from her new friend, offered her hand and led Angela to our bed.

I moved out of the way and helped Angela get comfortable with her head on the pillow. I leaned over to Kristy's ear and whispered, "I want you to get her as excited as you can, but don't let her come."

"What are you two whispering?" Angela asked suspiciously.

"You'll see," responded a smiling Kristy without prompting from me. Kristy began with a similar seduction technique that she used on me, starting behind the ears and working downward, but the path was different, more mysterious. I leaned over Angela and began to explore her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue was thinner, sharper and more urgent.

I closed my eyes to appreciate the new sensations when I felt a hand delicately grasp my erection and gently stroke it. Assuming the hand was Kristy's, I reached over to lay a hand on her back, only to find her all the way down at the other end of the bed teasing Angela's inner thighs. It was Angela's hand that had found me.

I felt a tug on my cock and then another. I released my mouth from her's and looked down at her. "Why don't you bring that cock of your's up here," she said as she wiped our spit from her lips.

I straddled her chest and bent over her until my cock just touched her lips. Her tongue snaked out and licked the underside in one long, delicious stroke. Her eyes widened as she tasted Kristy's dried pussy juices for the first time. She swallowed half of my cock in the blink of an eye and ran her tongue over every millimeter of skin that she could find. Frantically, she tried to force more of my prick down her throat to get more of Kristy.