A Family That's Stuck Together, Stays Together

Rachael’s ring slipped between the cushions. She asked Athena to help look. Hands disappeared into the folds of the sofa, then Rachael’s wrist jammed tight. Athena leaned in to pull her free, but her own hand caught too. Bent over the seat, skirts flipped high, they presented pink cotton stretched across each ass, the elastic cutting soft lines into flesh. No fire department. Too mortifying. Rachael palmed her phone and called next door. Jamie answered, sounded impatient, breathing quick. Still, she and Kylie came over. One glance and both women smiled. Jamie confessed she’d had her tongue buried in Kylie’s cunt when the phone rang. She said they’d gladly lend a hand, but payment was required: two stuck pussies, wet and waiting. Rachael and Athena exchanged stunned glances. Neither had touched another woman, but escape first, questions later. Jamie knelt behind Rachael, dragged the cotton aside with her teeth, and slid her tongue straight between soaked lips. Kylie mirrored her on Athena. The couch creaked with each hungry lick; juices smeared chins, thighs trembled. When the cunts were dripping and clenching, Jamie tugged both wrists free with wet fingers still inside. Free at last, the four tumbled to the cushions. Mouths replaced fingers, legs wrapped shoulders, fabric tore away. Skin slapped skin in a tangle of thighs and tongues until every woman lay gasping, sweat cooling on flushed breasts.