Chapter 2

Three of the four didn't leave the camp the rest of the weekend. None of them made it back to the boat, or into town. There'd be no fishing, or hiking or sunbathing for any of them. They went one girl to the next, trying new positions and techniques, fucking to the point of exhaustion. There were no illusions or misconceptions; they weren't "making love" though they loved what the other girls did to them. It was fucking. It was wonderful. They stopped only to eat, to bathe and to sleep.

The only one to leave the cabin was Edith. She'd driven 45 minutes, each way, to the porn shop they'd noticed on the drive up, one of the countless, anonomous peddlers of filth that dotted the highways of the red states. She'd bought DVD, magazines, the "Lesbian Kama Sutra" oils, toys... all the things their new found and oh so kinky passions demanded. The slovenly man behind the counter leered at her while he rang everything up. It was all Edith could do to keep the bile down. The sight of the credit card sliding through the reader made her quiver; it reminded her of Lily's tongue flitting along her slit. It also meant all these things were hers now. She teased herself the entire drive back thinking about what the others were doing right now and what they would do when she got back. The women all laughed and pretended to be embarrassed when they examined Edith's swag. They put the items to immediate use.

They were supposed to leave Sunday afternoon, but their lusts hadn't slaked. They told themselves they each deserved an extra day off from the daily grind. Each called ahead, letting the necessary people know they'd be staying another day, not to worry, everything was fine. Then they'd fucked mindlessly deep into the night, knowing only that the burning in their cunts still raged.

By Monday morning they felt tired and in control enough for the long drive back to the city and Lily's condo, where they'd gathered four days before. Each of the women packed their gear in their respective cars, then they went inside. In the living room they divided the porn and toys Edith had bought. Edith made sure to keep the Kama Sutra. They each took three heaping handfuls of the woodchips Hazel had given Lily. Lily gave them each a large paper bag to carry their stuff in. Then they jilled each other off: Edith with Lily, Sharon with Anne. No one had said anything or made a suggestion... like back at the cabin, it just happened. Each one gave her friend a quick, satisfying cum. They told themselves it was to take the edge off the long drive.

1 — Sharon

It occurred to her, about halfway back to her place, that the quickie she'd had with Anne was wearing off. She was horny again. Sharon smiled as she thought about the double headed dong and the warming oils in the bag next to her. She clenched her pussy muscles... she'd be home in just 20 minutes. Maybe she'd burn some of the chips and watch her new DVD while she frigged herself? Definitely. The chips smelled so nice. They made her feel so nice.

She felt so naughty and pleased with herself driving through her neighborhood with her dirty little bag of tricks next to her. The bag, and what it represented, was like a lense that made her see her familiar world in a whole new way: Her street, her neighbors, the house she'd bought two years ago with her boyfriend.

"Ex-boyfriend."

The clarification had come from nowhere, but as soon as it arrived, she perceived it was correct. Whatever else there was to say about the weekend, it proved they were over. There was no way she could have fucked someone else if she still loved him. But she had fucked someone else... three others in fact. The conclusion was inescapable and the thought of ever being with Mike again made her slightly queasy. He'd be out of town, on work, for a few more days and she was grateful. It gave her a little more time to decide how she was going to extract herself from him.

She parked in the garage, let herself in through the kitchen and dropped the paper bag on the counter. The TV in the living room was on. A head appeared on the other side of the couch.

"Finally made it home?" Melissa asked.

"Looks that way," Sharon answered. "Why aren't you at work?"

"My boss gave me the day off so I could look at a couple places."

Sharon nodded, a feeling equal parts pity and respect washing over her. Melissa was Mike's younger sister. Her apartment building had burned to the ground the month before and she'd been living with them ever since. She'd lost everything in the fire, but she'd never complained or felt sorry for herself. The day after the fire, when anyone else would have still been immobilized with shock, Melissa had begun rebuilding her life. Sharon doubted she would have handled things so well, then she thought about the woodchips. If anyone deserved to feel nice right now, it was poor Melissa.

"You see anything you liked?"

"One place not so much," Melissa's face brightened, "but there was this really cute one bedroom down by Lake Calhoun that I fell in love with. The landlord was really nice too. He said he had to do a credit check and call my references, but that won't be a problem. I think he's going to offer it to me."

"That's great!" Sharon stepped into the living room and picked up the 'Strib' from the coffee table. "You done with the paper?"

"Yeah."

Sharon balled up the pages of the newspaper and tossed them into the fireplace.

"Are you starting a fire?" Melissa asked dubiously.

"Sort of."

"Little early for that, doncha' think?"

"I wanted to show you something."

Sharon went back to the kitchen. Using a coffee mug she scooped up some of the chips then spread them on the paper. She lit the pile with one of the long matches over the mantle then sat on the couch. Melissa, understandably, looked anxious as the fire spread. Sharon took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"You'll like this, I promise."

The chips sputtered and popped as they ignited before sending a jet of flame up the flue. Melissa whimpered and held Sharon's hand tighter, but she didn't move. Sharon closed her eyes, breathing slowly through her nose until, finally, she detected the scent of pine that made her giddy and dizzy and wet all at once. She opened her eyes.

Melissa was staring, slack jawed into the flames, her moist lips curved into a befuddled 'o' shape. Sharon wondered how she'd never noticed before how beautiful Melissa was. Her dusty brown hair with blond highlights was pulled back, long loose strands framing her face. Her hazel eyes gleamed. The skin was smooth and unblemished, retaining a hint of her summer tan. Under the brown chiffon top, her dainty breasts rose and fell steadily. Sharon could see the nipples beginning to assert themselves. Melissa's legs, clad in an old pair of blue jeans, were pressed tightly together.

"What do you smell?" Sharon asked. It took a moment for Melissa to find the words.

"Tomato sauce," she finally whispered. All the other girls had smelled something completely different. Sharon thought that was so cool.

Melissa's breathing quickened. She was making loud, panting noises as breathed in through her nose and out her mouth. Each gasp came more quickly than the last, her shoulders heaving with the effort. Her body shook, her grip on Sharon's hand was crushing and still she breather faster and faster. She seemed to be gulping the air now. Her body shivered, as if she were faint. Then she let out a long, low moan.

She turned and looked at Sharon, her breathing retuning to normal. Melissa's eyes shone with a light that was part epiphany and part confusion. Their hands released, Melissa's landing on Sharon's tit. Her other found the back of Sharon's head, pulling them together. As they kissed, Melissa twisted her body, bringing them flush. Sharon's hands gathered up Melissa's heart shaped ass. Melissa made short yelping sounds as she pressed herself against Sharon, forcing her tongue deep into the willing mouth.

They stayed like that for a long time, frenching on the couch as they groped each other roughly, pulling hair, loosening buttons, huffing and puffing. With a groan, Sharon pulled away.

"Don't go anywhere," she teased, went into the kitchen and retrieved the two headed dildo from the bag. Back on the couch, Melissa was just removing the last of her cloths. Sharon tossed her the dildo, which Melissa caught in mid air. With both hands wrapped around its girth, she forced it into her box. Melissa stabbed the phallus into her hole as Sharon peeled her cloths off.

Melissa was on her back, so Sharon mounted the couch on her side. Reaching between her legs she found the free end of the dildo then, shimmying forward, she felt the head force its way through her folds. Melissa sobbed softly as the dildo was pushed even deeper into her body. Her fingernails dug into Sharon's thigh. She flinched when their clits touched. The dong moved inside her, especially when Sharon flicked her hips. It drove the shaft even deeper inside. Melissa figured it out. She clenched around the shaft and bucked her hips. Sharon groaned in response and bucked back. They sizzered back and forth, their twats glistening and wet. Sharon's head was vowed, mouth hanging open, as she sawed away, grunting like a bitch in heat.

Melissa arched her back and fumbled at her tits as she screwed her brother's girlfriend. She could not believe what Sharon was doing to her, or how good it felt. That plastic cock filled her like nothing before. Each time Sharon bore down, she felt it in her gut. And Sharon looked incredible when she fucked, with the way her muscles worked and her tits bounced. She could feel wetness leaking down her legs and into the crack of her ass. It tickled. She couldn't wait to get her tongue into Sharon's twat. The thought of it made her want to scream. And then she was screaming.

"Oh God... God... FUCK... don't... don't stop... Sharon... uuuhhhh," Melissa came with a couch shaking shudder and a gushing from her twat that soaked the cushion and thrilled Sharon, it was so nasty. Sharon pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling until the dildo plopped out of her. She gently kisses her way up Melissa's panting body.