Fifth of July Hangover

Fifth of July Hangover
Part 2: The Plan

by

Deputy Duffy

(stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)

I swung the door open and marched in, purposefully. Leanne screeched when she saw me and desperately attempted to hide something in her desk drawer.

"Jesus, Steven, you still here?" She slammed the drawer shut and swung her head my way as I flung myself down onto her bed.

"Nice and comfy." I bounced.

"What? I, I, a-ah," she stammered, and then her eyes opened wide. "Don't even think about it, buddy boy."

"C'mon, you're not going to make me drive home all horny for more?" I let my intentions be known by patting my crotch. (My hardon had faded, but my appetite was growing by the second.)

"I AM!" she sneered. (I decided I was wrong about her being horny for more, as well.) Leanne glanced at her clock. "Plus, mom's gonna be home soon."

"Not for a while now; call her cell phone."

Leanne rolled her eyes, admitting the truth. "But still, I told you it was a one-time thing. Plus...."

"I know...it wasn't your idea."

"Exactly!"

"And neither is this. You see, I wanna fuck you, right here, and right now, on your bed. There, I said it."

Her jaw dropped. I held my breath. She sighed. I said a prayer. She pointed to the door. I cursed, and then the room was still. I held my gaze steadfast, while she would look away and then back. She finally shook her head, "No."

I answered by kicking off my sneakers. "I'm not going anywhere."

"C'mon, get out...please." she pleaded with her eyes and a quavering voice. "Please."

"Save the school girl antics. I know you're not that innocent."

"I ain't no whore, either." Her voice was back to normal.

"I know that," I said, with a chuckle. "I just meant that I'm not here to steal anything from you. It's just sex, and you've done it before."

"Oh, yeah." Her tone dripped sarcasm.

I scratched my head. I thought that this was going to be easier.

"I mean, why would I?" she asked. I felt my face flush; that was the question I'd been hoping for.

"For my silence, and for playing the game."

"Silence...? Game?" she repeated with a shrug.

"Yeah, I know you want my silence...."

"You already promised," she interrupted.

"I did, but I promised with the expectation that I shall be rewarded."

(She flashed me that "fuck off" look that women give. I know it well.)

A new idea flashed into my mind. I acted without even analyzing it.

"What was that?" I put a hand to my ear. "Is your mom home already?"

Leanne gasped and dove across her bed to look out the window. "I don't see her car...." She turned around, and her eyes bulged. I held up the thing that she had crammed into her desk as I came in. A book. The cover read, "Dear Diary."

"Give me that." She rushed over. I held it teasingly behind my back. Around and around we went, for several minutes. I'm an only child, but I can still tease with the best of them. She was frantic.

"Now, maybe I'll find out what really happened that night." I jumped on the bed, my head just brushing the ceiling. When she tried to follow, a solid stiff arm sent her back, several more followed (and the last one copped a feel). She finally stood on the floor in defeat. I thought it was in good-natured fun until I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. I felt bad for a second, but quickly shook that off. I didn't really have any intention of reading it (why just read about sex when you can get some?), but it occurred to me that it was a bargaining chip for something even more wicked.

"Were you writing about your punishment?"

She gave me the finger. I opened the book, which, in her haste, she hadn't locked.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" She picked something off her desk and whizzed it past my head.

"Hey, Pedro, easy there." She was scanning the desk for more ammo.

"Here you go, sissy," I said tossing her the diary. "I know how much it means to teenage girls.... I watched the Brady Bunch, after all."

She sighed, but seemed more confused than relieved, as she clutched it to her chest. "What was that all about?"

I stepped off the bed and stumbled toward her. I grabbed her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "It's just because you're so friggin' hot."

"Oh, please," she scoffed.

I huffed (nothing was working), stepped back, sat down on the bed, and picked up my sneakers. "Man, you are tough."

"No, I just have standards, and you ain't up to mine...even if you weren't my cousin. Be happy with what you got."

She flipped her nose at me. I began adjusting my shoes as my mind raced. Maybe I needed Mrs. Parker's help after all, because I really wasn't happy. I guess I could've just had her by force, but I didn't need to get laid that much. Maybe I should have smacked her ass "tomato red" when I'd had the chance?

She wasn't done as she added. "Like I said, you're gonna have to take care of that little problem in your pants yourself. Now get out of here and go back to brown-nosing mommy dearest."

"Just be thankful I'm a nice guy, or I'd...."

She giggled. "You ain't got the balls."

And, scowling from that final insult, I made my way out, Leanne slamming the door behind me.

I got to the front door again. Funny, standing there I was the bravest guy in the world. That voice in my head was telling me to go back to Leanne's room and not take "no" for an answer this time. I pictured her clothes torn to shreds on the floor...her naked body lying on her bed in the fetal position, my cum leaking from her asshole.

I opened the door to let myself out and thought, "Just take your salad-ass home. You ain't Kobe Bryant."

"Excuse me...."

The voice startled me. I looked to my left. Cutting across the grass was that blonde Hillary from next door.

"Leanne still here?"

"Yeah, but she needs more time."

"Oh, really?" she said with a shrug. "Her?"

She turned to leave again sputtering to herself. "What did my mom do now?"

"Do you want to know what happened over your mom's?" I blurted out. She looked back over her shoulder, with a curious expression. I nodded with a knowing smile. We talked for a couple of minutes, but I felt we needed more. She was a little reluctant to leave with a strange man, so she suggested a small coffee shop down the road (at 18, she wasn't old enough for a barroom). I agreed and met her some twenty minutes later.

The talk was awkward at first. I still didn't have a definite plan, but I enjoyed the company. Funny, it was the first good-looking blonde that I've talked to in a long time that didn't smell like cigarettes and wasn't slurring her words. I started telling the story slowly, trying to judge her response. But it seemed like she was enjoying hearing Leanne's humiliation, so I continued. She didn't really seemed fazed that her mom was involved at all, although I softened her role a bit.

I got to the spanking part, my words barely a whisper.

"Oh my god, YOU did the spanking?" Hillary gasped and then she giggled. "I would have just died."

I understood, but it didn't help my ego. I also decided to leave out the oral sex part, for obvious reasons.

"Ok, now that I told my story, let me hear about the night that cop brought you guys home."

"Why?"

"I still don't know exactly why Leanne got spanked."

She gulped and shook her head.

"C'mon."

"No way," she offered. "I can't."

"Sworn to secrecy?"

"Yeah," she said, and then she snapped her head up. "How did you know?"

"Leanne said the same thing," I said, and then I added a drawn out, "But...."

"B-b-but w-what?" Hillary mumbled.

"Funny the things you'll blurt out when your ass is on fire and you're worried about your bikini bum."

Hillary shook her head violently. "S-s-she wouldn't." She didn't sound so sure.

I figured I would start with something Leanne had actually said. "Lets see...something about you sucking on Donny's prick, too."

Hillary's jaw dropped. "She didn't tell my mom that!" Her voice was filled with dread. "Mom'll kill me."

I nodded. (Now it was time to be creative.) "And how it was your idea to trade oral sex for the answers...." I didn't even get a chance to finish before Hillary began rambling.

"No, no, no, that's not true. Donny, that was her idea. I didn't even know about the sex part until after. I was pissed. We weren't even flunking, but she wanted an A. She is always doing things like this to me, because I'm a little more conservative than her, and she thinks she's so cool. Lately, she's been using sex as a weapon, and it's me that it usually blows up on...like with that cop. It was her suggestion that he search us and then
let us go. It was so humiliating. I mean he was old, and-and I was helpless, and then he touched me...everywhere. Then I found out that he knew my mom and...." Hillary sat back and sobbed. "One of these days...."

Normally I would have felt uneasy with her tears, but I was still picturing the two of them being searched by that cop, wishing it was me. I also had a feeling (judging by her last four words) that I had a partner in the making. And I was thinking, "And if she was only half as good as her mom was...."

I cleared my throat, "I have an idea.... A Plan." She slowly leaned forward, and I dried some of her tears before I told her the gist of it.

Three long weeks passed before I took another two-hour trip back to my aunt's house. This time I didn't even mind house-sitting because it was a perfect time to unleash The Plan. My aunt had asked me to watch things for the weekend so she could go visit a long lost friend. At first (before the 5th) I was hesitant, but now it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

I let the first night go by without incident because I figured Leanne would be on her toes. But Saturday night would be different.

It all started when I "let" the girls talk me into allowing Hillary to spend the night. I even had to phone Mrs. Parker, who didn't seem pleased, but relented (warning me, however, that she's only right next door).

The girls went out for the night but (much to my relief) came home right before their midnight curfew. After checking in with Mrs. Parker, they raced upstairs. Adam was in his bedroom in the basement, sleeping like a stone. I sat nervously waiting for the signal. It arrived when the girls came bopping down the stairs about ten minutes later, their faces still made-up from their night out. They were both dressed in these little pink short-shorts and tight white tops. Looking them over, I laughed to myself, they could have worked at "Hooters." I smiled, not only at their sexy outfits, but because I knew The Plan was on.

Hillary had been a little reluctant to go through with my plot as it expanded, and her last words were, "I'll think about it." We had talked on the phone several times during the intervening three weeks (she called collect), and these outfits were our planned signal that everything was a "go." Now, I just had to be patient and to endure a little teasing. I
didn't mind much, as they sat on the couch -- and playfully wrestled with each other, talked about boys, and generally acted like I wasn't there.

They finally ran upstairs. This was a sort of intermission. I had to sit and wait half an hour for Hillary to make her preparations. It was a long, nervous 30 minutes.

I was light-headed, my heart was pounding, and my gut was churning, as I crept up the stairs. (It was either high anxiety or I was coming down with the flu.) I stood at Leanne's door and took several deep breaths, before slowly turning the knob and peeking in.

I'll never forget the sight that greeted me. Leanne was lying in bed, on her back, her hands stretched up and cuffed securely to the bed's head rail. She was pantsless, and her top was pulled up to expose her breasts. Hillary, meanwhile, was kneeling between Leanne's legs, her head in Leanne's naked lap.

"What the hell's going on here?" I barked, marching into the room, stopping only to pick up Leanne's shorts off the floor.

"Steven, get the fuck out!" Leanne cried out as I marched over. Hillary (still dressed) dove onto the floor. "Jesus, Hilly, you said you locked the door."

"I thought I did."

I tried not to laugh. "So, that's why you were so cold to me, you're a friggin' lezbo."

"Fuck you." Leanne's witty reply was predictable. "Get out of here, asshole."

I swung her makeup chair around and sat down, crossing my arms on the backrest. "I need a front row seat for this," I teased, twirling her shorts around a finger. "Don't let me stop you."

Leanne read my eyes. "Jesus, Hilly, cover my boobs. Better yet, un-cuff me!"

I snapped my fingers when Hillary started to get up from the floor. "I think she is just fine...yes, fine."

"Fucking pig!" Leanne snapped.

"Stick and stones, but I'm not the one all tied up." It was the last thing I said for a couple of minutes as I let the room cool. I spent the time enjoying the view. I also checked out the handcuffs more closely. They were the padded kind, with pink fur inside and black leather outside and a fairly lengthy chain between them. They seemed playful, but
effective. The brass bed frame was an effective anchor. Leanne wasn't going anywhere.

I sat and watched her squirm under my scrutiny. Mostly I enjoyed her vulnerability. I wondered what she was thinking. Would I jump on the bed and take her? Nope, not me. I wanted something even better: I wanted her to ask -- no, beg -- me to fuck her. The fact that I knew her true feelings only added to the thrill.

I cleared my throat. She looked up. "Well, the least you could do is invite me to the party," I drawled.

"Eat shit and die!" she snarled. Then she screamed out to Hillary, "Don't just sit there! Get me out of these things!" Hillary didn't move an inch.

"Do you think I would let that happen?" I said, trying to look as confident as I could. Leanne started screaming obscenities at me. I just shook my head and went over to her door, opened it, and stood by. "Keep shouting, and maybe you'll wake up your brother." I moved back over to my seat. I spun it around and sat down on it, propping my feet up on the bed and folding my hands behind my neck. Leanne was muttered a moment and
then asked me politely to close and lock the door.

"That's better," I said. (I complied because I didn't want Adam to wake up and come nosing around, either). I sat back down. "It doesn't seem like someone learned much from her last punishment."

"Was that what that was?" She sneered.

"Yeah, and I think it's time for another dose."

"Cut the shit," she hissed, while testing her cuffs. I smiled. The chain was long for a reason. I knelt on the bed and reached out for Leanne's wrists. She tried to bite me (I guess I should have wired Hillary enough money for a ball-gag as well), but she missed. I spun her wrists around (the chain wrapped nicely around the brass rail), and then I slowly turned her over. I pressed her face into the pillow to shut her up. On the floor next to the bed was a big blue stuffed elephant. I grabbed it and slid it under her stomach. I leaned back and smiled in approval.

"Keep smiling, asshole," Leanne said.

I was because it was time for her spanking.

The sounds of smacking skin began filling the room, and Leanne's moans soon joined in. Leanne opened her eyes, and they grew wider seeing me sitting well away at the end of the bed.

"Hilly! What the fuck are you doing?" Leanne snapped, realizing who was doing the spanking.

"Something I should have done long before," Hillary said, as she gave her friend another smack.

"C'mon, knock it off."

Hillary glanced at me. "You're right, this is kind of fun."

Leanne paled. "You told her."

I nodded. "In fact, I told her everything." (At least, I wanted her to think I did.)

"You dick. Ouch! C'mon Hilly."

"Who's the cry-baby now?"

"You swore you wouldn't tell anyone."

I knew that was intended for me. I chuckled, "My silence could have been had...if you'd just played ball."

"Frig that...you wanted to fuck me."

"Still does, the perv," Hillary added, with a smack. Leanne looked back at us and then violently tested her cuffs. They weren't budging. She also kicked her legs. I managed to keep them and me under control. As much as I wanted to jump her, she wasn't ready yet.

"I have the feeling that she doesn't like you much," Hillary laughed and then gave Leanne's ass four or five slaps that were the hardest so far. Leanne cried out with each one. Hillary's face turned serious, "But she knew how much I hated Danny and still...."

More blows followed. I almost said something because I thought maybe Hillary was caught up in the moment. Leanne's ass was turning bright red.

"Why? Why?" Leanne sobbed, in her best Nancy Kerrigan impression.

"Funny, when the humiliation is on the other foot...." Hillary ran her hand over Leanne's ass, and then she looked at me. "You're right, her ass was just made for this."

Leanne raised her hand again. I cleared my throat. "I think it's time to move on." Hillary nodded her head but delivered another blow anyway.

"You want to fuck her now?"

"Oh, yeah," I cheered, noticing Leanne peeking over her shoulder, with pleading eyes, but I also knew that there was more to The Plan. I got Hillary's attention. "But Leanne said something about that guy having sex toys, but the cop took them."

"Seems like loose lips run in the family," Hillary said, as she gave Leanne a playful smack.

"Yeah, he had some, and the cop took them, and kept them, but...." Hillary jumped off the bed. She picked up a handbag (hers? Leanne's?) and started fishing through it.

Leanne looked at me wide-eyed and then she snapped her head around. "Hilly, nooo."

"What? You got so excited when I showed them to you earlier." Hillary gave me a wink, and I knew it was her bag and more of my well-spent money.

"What you got?" (I didn't know exactly what she'd bought at this point, so I was excited.)

"Just a couple of simple things. Danny's were so gross, they were like power tools or something. But they planted a seed." Hillary did keep it simple. There was a smallish silver vibrator, a smaller purple one, and a tube of lubricant. I picked up the purple thing. It felt like soft rubber.

"That's for your warm-up," Hillary winked. (I was really starting to like this girl.)

I smiled back. I was almost giddy. I'd never actually touched a sex toy, although I've seen them in action on the Net, but I was looking forward to seeing them used in person.

"But, we should start with this one." She held up the silver vibrator and twisted it. It made a faint buzzing sound, but, when she ran it over my forearm, it gave me goose bumps.

"Spread her legs."

"Yes, Ma'am." I followed her orders. Hillary teased the vibrator over Leanne's red ass.

"That's enough!" Leanne cried out and snapped her legs away from my grip.

"It's this," Hillary said as she ran the vibrator down Leanne's ass-crack. "Or more of this." Her hand came down with a stinging slap, even I jumped.

Leanne cried out and then started crying. "Please, this is so humiliating. Not in front of him. Plus, he'll think we're lezzies."

"Tough!" Hillary snapped. "Glad the shoe's on the other foot for once."

Hillary turned to me and glared. I mumbled an apology and grabbed Leanne's ankles again. It took some strength, as Leanne was fighting me, but I finally got them apart. Hillary slid the vibrator down along Leanne's pussy and began moving it back and forth.

"Did I tell you about the time when I played strip poker with Leanne and the Kelly brothers and a couple of their friends?" Hillary said, although she was focused on her work.

"Nah," I mumbled, focused on her actions, too.(This was much better than the Net.)

"Well, I lost, big time. It was the first time, you know, naked, in front of guys, and I hardly knew them," Hillary rambled. "Well, come to find out the game was rigged, and Leanne knew all about it. I knew it was fishy. My luck ain't that bad."

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. It looked like the vibrator was working, as Leanne was starting to squirm. She had also temporarily stopped her complaining.

"And there were other times, too, but...."

"Like the night that cop brought you home?" I said, hoping I wasn't bringing this up too often.

"Yeah, that was another one. Thing is, she found out that she likes it. Being under control. Lets her be bad without feeling so...."

"Guilty," I added.

"Right, like now. Me, I would just die if my girlfriend was using a vibrator on my shaved pussy in front of my cousin, but her...she looks like she's going to cum any sec."

Leanne was really squirming now, moaning softly from time to time.

I let go of her ankles and pulled on Hillary's arm. "Not yet."

Hillary looked confused, and then she smiled, "Oh, yeah."

(The whole premise of the plan was to get Leanne so turned on that she'd want to fuck anybody...er...me.)

"So let's move on to this," I said, picking up the purple toy.

Hillary smiled wide. "Yeah, Leanne was really excited to try this one."

Hillary dropped the silver vibrator on the bed. I laughed. "I think we can find a better place for that."

Hillary flashed me a sly smile. Reading my mind, she picked up the vibrator and, spreading Leanne's pussy open with her other hand, slid the vibrator all the way in. Leanne whined. It also got to me.

Hillary giggled, "Yeah, you're right, that's much better."

She picked up the purple toy. My heart was really pounding now. My face also felt like it was on fire. I knew where this smaller one was going. Hillary squirted some lube on Leanne's asshole, and we both chuckled as Leanne's cringed.

"Easy, p-please," Leanne moaned when Hillary started running the toy over her asshole. She took her time and slowly pushed it in with a twisting motion. Deeper and deeper it went with every twist until just the top part of the toy could be seen. Hillary turned to me for my reaction. I would have to say it was quite the sight, both of Leanne's holes were now filled with man-made objects. But was she ready for a man?

I leaned forward and whispered to Hillary, "Ask her."

Hillary nodded, clambered forward on the bed, and began whispering into Leanne's ear. I was praying for some relief, since my dick was as hard as I ever remembered.

"Nooo," Leanne moaned. I huffed, thinking she was ready.

Hillary was doing more whispering, and Leanne answered by shaking her head. "Please let me go."

Hillary kept it up. After a couple more minutes I heard Leanne mumble, "Ok." My ears perked up. Hillary slid down the bed. "She said yes."

"Really, but...."

"Ok, she doesn't want to, so I had to blackmail her a little."

I was confused.

"I just said it was this or we'll never, you know, fool around anymore."

"Oh, I see," I said with a chuckle. (I don't know why I didn't think of that in the first place.)

Hillary smiled from ear to ear, "Get undressed." She pulled the silver vibrator out. "I'll play, too," she said devilishly. "You don't mind?"

"Not at all," I said, as I took off my shirt. I was about to take off my pants, too, but I felt strange under Hillary's gaze.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Not really. I'm just...ah...could you, ah, like strip, too?" I stammered.

"Me?" (She wore a "that-wasn't-part-of-the-plan" look.) "Everything?"

"Yeah, you know, let's all get naked. It's a guy thing."

She shook her head. "Men," she sighed, and then she pulled off her top.

"Very nice," I said, dropping my pants to the floor, while admiring her small, but perky, breasts with shiny brownish nipples.

"They're not as big as hers, but it's what god gave me," she said, and then she slid her shorts down her long legs and kicked them aside.

I smiled, sliding my underwear down my legs. "I know what you mean."

She look at me and then at my hardon and giggled, apologizing quickly. I shrugged my shoulders and theorized that she was laughing at my joke.

Hillary helped Leanne into the doggie position and tossed the stuffed animal on the floor. She took out the purple toy, and then she beckoned.

Crawling up on the bed, there was only one more thing I needed to hear. I pulled on the back of Leanne's hair until her face turned my way. Reading my face she tried to turn away, but I pulled harder.

"Owww.... Ok, ok, f-f-fuck me," she mumbled. It wasn't real convincing but....

I turned to Hillary, "Spread her open."

She bit her fingernail, "Open?"

"Yeah, her pussy."

"Oh, god, this ain't happening," Leanne moaned, while Hillary giggled, but moved into position. She draped her arm across Leanne's lower back and then, using both of her hands, pulled Leanne's ass-cheeks apart. I moved closer, but I still wasn't satisfied. I had Hillary adjust her fingers and pull apart again, when she did, Leanne's pussy gaped open. God what a sight!

My target in sight, I shuffled forward. Hillary slowly let go, as I made my way into Leanne's pussy. I started slowly until I found my rhythm. I suddenly felt this strange tingle. It startled me. Hillary, kneeling by my side, pulled the vibrator from under Leanne's body and licked it a few times before returning it. I chuckled to myself as I almost forgot about that. It felt a little strange, but I got used to it. This went on for a couple of minutes.

As much as I was enjoying fucking Leanne, Hillary looked so sexy I just had to try something. I placed my hand on her shoulder. "I need a little lubrication." I pulled out of Leanne and pulled Hillary closer. She whimpered, but wrapped her lips around my cock. I almost lost it right there, so I moved away. Needing a little break, I suggested that she lube up Leanne as well.

She shook her head. "Perv." But then she leaned over and started licking Leanne's pussy. I took three or four turns between Leanne's pussy and Hillary's lips before I just couldn't hold out any longer. With Hillary sucking my cock I told her I was going to cum, and she pulled away, and I shot off on Leanne's ass.

While I caught my breath, Hillary handed my some napkins (from Subway) and used some to wipe off Leanne's ass. She didn't look happy.

"Something wrong?" I asked Hillary.

"Not really," she said, and then she added with a shrug. "I just thought with you being older.... Well, let's say I just expected MORE."

I heard Leanne giggle, and Hillary joined in, and then they both broke out in laughter.

"Hey, I'm not done yet, just give me a minute." I said, getting a little perturbed with their teasing.

"You had your shot." Hillary said, moving over to Leanne's cuffs. Acting on impulse, I grabbed Hillary by the hair and flung her onto the bed.

"Leave her alone," Leanne cried out as she turned over. Hillary was also pleading.

I shouted, "It ain't over till I say it is." Neither of them looked all that worried. (I look a lot tougher with my clothes on.)

"You guys are going to entertain me while I recharge. Why do girls always think a guy can only go once?"

"Why should we?"

"Yeah."

I guessed that I needed more ammo, so I had to think and quick. I moved over and opened Leanne's desk drawer. I started fishing around. Leanne was still giggling. I looked up to see that Hillary had unsnapped one of the cuffs. Leanne shook it free.

"Looking for my diary, you moron?" she said with a laugh, tossing the handcuffs across the room. "You think I would leave my diary around where you could find it?"

I was a little flustered with the collapse of my plan, so it was time to go on instinct, because I was still horny for more, and I felt (with my thinning hair and expanding waist line) like I might not get many more chances with girls that look like this. I picked the toys off the bed. Both of the girls used a pillow to hide their nudity.

"What, you want a souvenir?" Leanne teased.

I picked my pants off the floor and slid them on. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my cell phone. (I had an idea, it was lame, but I think they were just looking for an excuse. It wasn't like they were running for the door.)

I opened up my phone. "It's a little late for Domino's," Leanne teased.

"Funny," I said, before I added, "No, I think it's time to call someone who might find it interesting that her daughter was using sex toys on her friend."

"You wouldn't!" Hillary gasped. I nodded.

"He's not going to call your mom," Leanne said with a laugh. "He doesn't know the
number."

I read the phone number off my phone. "Remember, I called her earlier."

More arguing ensued, but I held on to my threat. Leanne thought I was bluffing (and I was), but Hillary wasn't taking the chance.

"What do you want?"

"That's better," I said, with some silent cheering. And then I had a thought. "Ok. I've heard two sides to this story about the night with that guy and that cop. Well, you guys are going to SHOW me exactly what happened that night."

"Sh-show you?" Hillary whimpered.

I nodded, probably with a sly grin.

"Yeah, well, it's getting late," Leanne noted.

"Well, then, we better get started," I said, looking at the clock. (It was late, but hell, I'll sleep when I'm dead. This was too good to pass up.) "I know the first thing that guy wanted was to see you both naked, so we're already at step one. Just toss the pillows on the floor."

Neither of the girls moved. I had to go over and tear the pillows away from them. "And he was sitting in between you guys." I put the toys and my cell phone on the chair and then sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for the girls to take their places. They were slow moving, but I finally got Leanne on my right and Hillary on my left. I started getting that flushed feeling again and hoped I was up to the task.

"Ok, now what?" I asked. There was a long silence. I didn't say anything because I was using the opportunity to calm down a bit.

"What happened next?" I said loudly, and the girls jumped.

"H-h-he, aaah," Leanne mumbled, "aah, touched our boobs."

"Ok." It was music to my ears. I started on Leanne, soft squeezes at first. She tried to bat my hand away, but I used some force and got her to lean back on her hands. She had to thrust her chest forward and arch her back. Her breasts were all mine now. I'll admit I gave them a thorough going over. I'd never before been privileged to have such large
tits to play with, so I got my fill. Funny, I felt that thrill, like a teenager again, getting to second base in the backseat of my car. I didn't give her the satisfaction of telling her how great her breasts were, but I'm sure my hardon was a dead giveaway.

"He touched OUR boobs," Leanne reminded me. I chuckled and turned to Hillary. While her breasts were smaller, they were still fun to play with. Her nipples were more pronounced, and they got a lot of play.

I sat back and rubbed my palms together. "What next?" I was having a blast.

I didn't get a response from either of them, so I thought like a teenager. "Did he go to third base?"

Hillary simply nodded. I licked both of my index fingers and went to work. I think Leanne got the better of it because I'm right handed, but I did my best.

"What next? I said, licking my fingers clean.

"He made us do it."

"Le-anne!" Hillary cried out.

"Well, he did."

I slid to the floor to have a better look. Leanne was already playing with her pussy, but I had to grab Hillary's hand and place it on hers. Then I just sat back and watched the two of them play with themselves. I could only watch for so long. I moved over to Leanne and leaned forward.

"He didn't do that," she said, as my tongue ran along her pussy lips.

"Well, he should have," I managed between licks. I switched over to Hillary and gave her a tongue bath, too. The little tube of lubricant lying on the floor caught my eye. I had another idea. I had each of the girls bring their legs up to their chests. They needed a little prodding but they were finally in position. I gasped at the sight.

"Time for a rectal exam," I announced.

I wasn't surprised at their fiery reaction. I had to endure some more name calling and arguing, before I had them back into position. (My lame threat was better than I thought.) I figured I'd start with Leanne, since she was already primed. I lubed up both my index fingers and then slowly worked one into Leanne's asshole and began moving it back and forth. I reached over and rubbed my other finger on Hillary's asshole.

She screamed out when I slipped it inside to the first knuckle. "I just can't." She kicked me aside and hopped off the bed. "It's just too weird."

"Just let her go," Leanne said.

Hillary threw on her shorts and shirt and picked up her bag. I was a little flustered, as I didn't predict this kind of reaction and didn't want her to leave.

"I'm sleeping on the couch," she said on her way out of the room. I locked the door behind her.

"Fuck!" I cursed, returning to the bed. (I was surprised to see that Leanne still had her legs up to her chest.)

"Looks like that tag-team blowjob is out," she quipped.

"Yeah. It looks like I'll just have to settle for some ass-fucking," I said, dropping my pants to the floor again. I had really tired of her smart-ass attitude. I used a little lube and stroked my cock. I slid Leanne over to the edge of the bed.

"If it hurts, we stop?" she asked. I just nodded (but I wasn't sure) and slowly slid my cock into her asshole. It felt amazing. Maybe it was just the perverseness of it all. (It was almost surreal, like the Red Sox winning the World Series.) I increased my tempo. I asked her if it hurt, and she shook her head, but she did ask for the vibrator -- which she proceeded to use it on her pussy while I fucked her ass.

"So, this is your first?" I asked, after a minute or two. (It certainly was MY first butt-fuck. I didn't even know you were supposed to wear a rubber.)

She nodded her head and grinned. "But I've been training."

"Training?"

"Yeah, Hilly's been helping -- first her fingers and then that little purple thing."

"The purple little toy?" I mumbled, stopping my thrusts.

"Yeah, we bought it last week after you wired her all that money," she said, smartly. I just chuckled, knowing I'd been played a fool.

"We've been friends since the first grade, dummy. A couple of the times when she called you, I was sitting right by her side. Remember that call when you two had phone sex? (I sure did!) Well, she wasn't touching herself like you were; I was doing the rubbing."

"So you knew?" I asked, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, I knew about the plan all along, except for the spanking part. I owe Hillary for that one. Honestly, it was kind of neat that someone went through all this trouble to get into my pants," she said. "Or, should I say, 'into my ass'?" She gave a throaty laugh. "I even took an enema, with Hillary's help, so I'd be squeaky clean, you know?"

I started my thrusts again, but I was still a little confused.

"What?" Leanne moaned, probably reading my face.

"If you knew...why?"

"Why let you be the first to fuck my ass?"

I nodded.

Leanne giggled, "I just thought you had a good starter dick. Donny would have torn me apart. Anymore questions?"

That put a stop to the talking. I increased my speed. I should have been insulted, but it felt amazing. It was also visually stimulating as well. I burnt it all into my memory. This time she came first (ok, maybe it was the vibrator). And then, with great self-control, I pulled out and climbed up on the bed. (I just had to cum on her glorious tits.) She even held them together for me.

Afterwards, spent, I cleaned up with the napkins and then I shrugged into my pants and shirt. She made me check if the hall was clear before she scampered to the bathroom to use the shower. I went downstairs to grab a beer -- and to check on Adam, who was still snoring away. (I'm the world's worst babysitter.) Hillary was asleep on the couch, or was pretending to be. I had my beer and some leftover pizza with a sense of accomplishment. I mean, The Plan had to be graded on a curve, but the ultimate goal was reached.

After that night things returned to normal (normal for our family, anyway).

In the end, I realized there were three sex toys that night, the vibrator, the purple dildo, and me.

Funny...I didn't mind.

The End

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Edited By C. Lakewood