Cop Games

It was one of those days for me. A lot of tiny little b.s. jobs  to catch up. One of them was to shoot a head shot portrait for a local judge's campaign poster. It had to be of him sitting at the bench, which seemed rather foolish to me but what did I know. Okay, I knew I needed the money. I always needed the money.

Being a reasonably young female photographer sometimes helped me, sometimes hurt me, but it always got me noticed. Being noticed was a good thing, even when being female wasn't. Sitting in the hall waiting for court to break for lunch was not much fun. I realized that I had permission to add the waiting time to the bill so I was good with it.

"You the photographer waitin' for Judge Ames?" It was an old man in a sheriffs uniform who asked.

I looked down at the big camera with the big assed light attached, then up at him and answered. "Yeah I would be the photographer." I didn't care that he was older, or that he was a man, or that he was someone in authority, he was till pretty slow not to have guessed.

"Gonna' be about fifteen more minutes," he replied.

"Thanks," I said leaning my head back against the wall. The same wall where hundreds of others had tried to relax. My eyes were closed and I was visualizing myself accepting an award. I was about to give my speech when I heard the voice.

"You really a photographer?"

Since those worlds can often lead to a job, I opened my eyes. I thought I knew every cop in the area, but she was a new one. Probably new to the police department as well. "Yes, I am. I suppose you are a cop."

"Officer Baker," she replied. "They call me Baker around the station, but at home I'm known as Laura."

"So Baker, what kind of photography do you need?" It was always better to cut to the chase.

"Don't know, what kind do you do?" She was smiling at least. Cops in uniform were often too busy or too caught up in themselves to smile at strangers.

"Weddings and portraits mostly. A few other things now and then."

"Actually I was wondering about the work mostly. I always loved photography."

"Well Baker, it's a better hobby than a career choice."

"You think I could have a card?" the cop asked. I gave her a good look as I handed her the card. I am 5'7" and about 150 lbs... In other words I was a big girl then. She on the other hand was at least one inch shorter and twenty five pounds lighter. She was also built like a teenaged boy. She was almost all straight lines and smooth skin.

"Maybe we could get together and talk about your business?" her smile was genuine. She really seemed interested in the business. I was always glad to talk a young person out of being a photographer. There were way too many in the business already.

Just then the courtroom doors opened and people began to stream out. I waited for it to empty before I entered. While waiting I noticed Baker leave with an older male cop. In my line of work the older man would have acted condescending toward a younger photographer. The older cop didn't appear to treat her with anything but equality. Maybe it was a sign of things to come. Maybe it was a good sign at that.

That shoot and two more went off without a problem. My day ended at 6 P.M. after a dance troupe was recorded on a flash card. I had everything put away and was headed home when the cell phone rang. I answered it with the company name, then sat waiting for a reply.

"Hi this is officer Baker. We spoke at the courthouse this morning. I was asking about your work."

"Yes, I remember. So what can I do for you now?"

"Geeze go easy on me. I'm just trying to find out a little about you."

"At 20 cents a minute that would be a bad idea."

"Okay, then you are on your cell phone?"

"Yeah," I resisted the urge to say, "Duh you called the cell phone number."

"Okay then how about we meet for coffee and I can ask you all about it? It wont take long I promise."

I could see the skinny little dishwater blonde as she tried to talk me into the meeting. Well to be honest she wasn't skinny, she just appeared that way because of the flat chest. "You get to pick my brain, what do I get?"

"All the bad coffee you can drink and a lot of stupid questions."

"For bad coffee and stupid questions I usually charge but okay, when?"

"Now?"

"I'm on my way home."

"So skip home and meet me for coffee instead."

I have no idea why I said it. She had given me no indication that she was gay, but it just slipped out. "This isn't a date you know." Her laughter came through the phone but with no inflection, so I had no idea what she was feeling.

"No not a date, I promise no flowers and candy." I noted that she had still not give me any indication of her sexual orientation. She had simply turned it into a joke.

I met Baker at one of those all day breakfast restaurants. She warned me that the food was bad, but the coffee wasn't bad. Best of all according to Backer they didn't mind cops sitting around wasting time. Baker proved to be quite humorous. We traded stories. She prodded me for photo stories and I hung on her every word of her cop stories. We spent a lot of time laughing just like high school girls. It had been a long time since I had a woman to laugh with. There was nothing at all sexual in the encounter. We parted with her having learned some of the folklore of the business but not enough details to be of any use to her.

I learned nothing since I already knew about cops. I did learn that she was five years younger than my 28 years. Also that unlike me she had never been married and had no desire to be married. All that neither confirmed or denied that she was gay. I told myself that it didn't really matter. Of course it mattered but I didn't realize it at the time.

I heard from Baker again that next week. It was on a weekday but I don't remember which one. The cell phone rang while I was shooting a bridal portrait at the museum. I didn't bother answering it, but I did hit redial when the shoot was finished. I didn't recognize the number but I wouldn't have if it had been a new job inquiry.

"Hello," the voice was very recognizable.

"Baker is that you?"

"Yes it's me. I tried to call you but you didn't answer the phone."

"I was busy shooting a bride. So what can I do for you today." Even I recognized that my voice had lost the sharp edge of sarcasm.

"A lot of things I imagine, but right now I need someone to go to a party."

"Woe, I don't' think I want to be your date," I replied. Her laughter was almost contagious but I had to remind myself that it was a small town. Even if nothing happened people would remember me showing up with a woman.

"You silly," Baker said. "My brother is in need of a date. We have to go to dad's birthday party at the Club. I need a date for him. You do date men don't you?"

"Well, not men I don't know."

"Look bug you know me and it's my brother. Besides you can do some of that gorilla marketing. Leave you business card stuck in a bunch of books in the library."

"I knew I should never have mentioned that to you," There was an unmistable smile in my voice. The story about me slipping into the public library and the bridal shops to slip my card into books and magazines about weddings had been told to Baker as a joke. She had just used it against me. It was in a playful way at least, so I wasn't angry. "So you are a member of the Club?" The Club was the Sand Hills Country Club. The Club was a big deal in our almost rural area.

"Not me, it's a courtesy membership because my dad manages one of the only big employers in the county. They would like him to join but he keeps avoiding it."

"So is your brother cute?" I asked it to break the tension.

"Of course he is. He looks like me." I had a feeling but I let it pass.

"Alright then when is this party?"

"Saturday night," Baker's voice was calm even though it was a very short notice date.

"I shoot weddings on Saturday."

"It doesn't start till eight. If you need to be fashionably late, it will be okay."

"Okay, but I'll call you when I finish with my wedding. If I have time, I'll drop my car somewhere and ride with your bother. If not, I'll be fashionably late as you put it."

It was the only time I heard from Baker that week. Except for the message reminding me to let her know if there was any change in plans. I called her from the church parking lot on Saturday around six. "Baker, I just finished here. I'm going home to shower and change. I'll meet you and your brother at the club. Should I be early or right on time?"

"Just be on time, we are never early. I'll leave word for them to seat you, if you arrive early."

I found Baker sitting on a stone bench outside the front door of the club. She was talking to a young man who did indeed look like her. He had the same almost blonde hair and perma press skin. "Y'all waitin' for me?"

"Hi Bug, yes we were. This is my brother Steve."

"Hi Steve, I'm Bonnie Williams," I said it before Laura baker could. "So where are the old folks?"

"They will be along. If you want, we can go on in and have a drink." Steve tried to stand but I stopped him with my answer.

"Since you two seem so comfortable I'll just sit out here with you. If you don't mind?" The truth was that it was a very nice evening. Warm and with plenty of sweet smells riding on the evening air. Even if it hadn't been twilight the area would have been bathed in light from the parking lot. The outside of the club was flooded with light. Probably why vandalism was unknown at the club.

It was a very few minutes of small talk before the older man and younger looking woman arrived. The couple had to get close before I realized she wasn't much younger than the gray haired man. She did look as though she took a lot better care of herself.

"You didn't tell me you were rich," I said to Baker.

"I'm not they are," she replied.

"Bet they love you being a cop?"

"Yeah, about as much as they love my brother playing in a band."

"Oh this is going to really be fun."

"Ya think?" She asked.

It was even worse than I thought. I had no idea I was going to be both Steve and Laura's date. The way they set things up, it looked that way. No one ever introduced me as anyone's date. I assumed the kids had told mom and dad their b.s. story before we arrived. The occasion actually was the father's 60th birthday. Hell, maybe I was supposed to be his present.

I might have been a few pounds overweight but a lot of it was in my boobs. So it was okay. I never heard anyone complain about those twenty five pounds. That being the case I wasn't shocked when dear old dad looked at my cleavage all night. Yes I wore a dress to show it off. One of those halter top things seemed appropriate for the Club. I seldom got a chance to wear that kind of thing.

After dinner the waiter brought a birthday cake. It was on a cart and needed to be. The damn thing was huge. We all sang happy birthday. The family each handed dear ole dad a package. Not to be outdone I forked over one of my posters. It was the thought that counted, and I thought it would be in the landfill by the next day's end.

Steve, his sister, and I stayed after the older folks left. I had two cups of coffee while they had stiff drinks. After three it looked as though I would be the designated driver and/or cab caller. The coffee was a bad habit forced on me by my dad. Not exactly forced but it was all that was available in his studio office. I had sort of interned from high school until I went out on my own. It was a good thing that it had become my beverage of choice, since neither of the others was in any condition to drive.

Laura signed the bill before we left the dining room. It would no doubt go on her father's tab. It's what I would have done. The walk to the parking lot was fine for me but the two of them tripped or staggered along cursing the pavement. I didn't see a problem with the pavement but then again I was sober.

I parked my small Korean car in front of a brick townhouse about twenty minutes later. The ten minute drive took double because the two of them were giggling uncontrollably during the drive. Since they were also whispering, it was hard for me to get directions from them.

"Come on in Bonnie," Laura Baker said. Her words were only a little slurred.

"How about Steve? I should get him home." It was also meant to be an excuse to get away from them both.

"Oh hell Bonnie I am home." Steve giggled like a school girl.

"Well you two are home safe, I should be running along." I wasn't sure what any of it meant, or if I cared what any of it meant.

"Bonnie please come in. I can fix you a cup of coffee."

"You don't drink coffee," I suggested.

"I have a Mr. Coffee thing and some bags of gourmet coffee. Somebody gave it to me as a house warming present. You know how to make it I'm sure."

"So I can come in and have a cup of coffee, if I make it myself? It's late and I'm tired." I said it thinking that would end the discussion.

"Why don't you spend the night? I mean if you are tired." Steve had already gone into the house. Laura looked a little concerned.

"Why, it's not that much of drive to get home. I'm not really too tired to drive."

"Well my car is at the club. I could use a ride back to it in the morning." I saw then that I had been a convenience all along. She really hadn't lied to me about it. I just didn't plan to drag it out."

"Call a cab," I suggested as I put the car into gear.

"Please don't go." She had one of those little girl looks. She was pouting which did not bode well for the local cops. I mean you don't expect a cop to pout.

"Look Laura you can get a cab in the morning it is no big deal."

"Yes it is. I'm a cop."

"So you are a cop who had enough sense not to drive after drinking. You'll get a medal."

"Bonnie please, we have a guest room if that is bothering you."

"Frankly Laura I hadn't gotten that far in my thinking."

"Please?" she asked.

"Oh hell, I'll teach you how to make coffee." I turned the ignition off and followed her into the townhouse. Laura and her brother were minimalists. The living room had a small sofa and a TV sitting on an antique table nothing more. The dining room had a fancy finished picnic table, but it was still a picnic table. I found the coffee maker inside one of the almost empty cabinets. It was still in the box. Big surprise there, I thought.

"Okay where is the coffee?" I said it as I turned. I expected Laura to be anywhere except standing right behind me. I found myself off balance. I almost fell into her. She reached to steady me. Before I knew it she was kissing me. I mean really kissing me. A full tongue down the throat kiss. I could taste the stale alcohol on her breath. I tried to pull away. Okay, I didn't try long but I did try.

I felt her hand move up and down my naked back. The halter top dress didn't offer me much protection. Those hands had a lot more to do with the brevity of my struggle than her tongue fully inside my mouth. She gave great hand. I was trying hard not to moan and beg. I lost the battle when her hand dipped inside the waste band of my skirt. I felt her fingers deftly slip inside my panties and massaged my naked butt cheeks. It cause the same reaction as when a man did that. My hips pushed forward in search of his penis. Of course Laura didn't have one.

Laura who was smaller than me still manhandled me against a cabinet. My legs opened for her automatically, why I'm not sure. She lifted the hem of my dress her hands were again on my butt cheeks. she massaged them and pulled me to her. She stood between my legs and moved her smaller body against me massaging my clitoris with her pubic bone.

I do not know how far it would have gone if there hadn't been the discrete sound of Steve clearing his throat. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. I was trying to control my pounding heart. When my eyes focused on Steve, it was all I could do not to laugh.

Laura was grabbing at my ass trying to get me off, while Steve stood in the kitchen door watching. He was also wearing a negligee that probably cost more than I made during the entire last week. Worst of all he looked better in it than either Laura or I would have. I suppose that it was a bad sign since I noticed him more as a woman than as a man.

Steve was slim and yes even shapely. He had breasts were probably hormone induced since they were smallish. The negligee was thin so it wasn't difficult to see his hard nipples. I had never seen a man with such large areolas. His hair had been only a little long for a man and just a little short for a woman. He had it spiked so it looked like a butch cut or a punk cut. All in all Steve made a damn nice looking Stephanie. He also looked embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry Bonnie, I thought you had gone. This is really embarrassing."

He moved to stand by his sister. He gave her a kiss somewhere between sisterly and the one Laura and I had shared. I was confused and a little shocked I admit. I guess my mouth dropped, thank god Steve was in no position to stick anything into it. That was my thought before I saw Laura nudge him forward. Since I hadn't followed my instinct and run from the room screaming, I guess she thought I would be up for it. What it was I had no idea.

Steve stepped forward and kissed me. His smaller breasts were still a shock and I tried not to warm to it. In the end the hormones won. Even though Steve was even more strange than Laura, I warmed to his kiss more quickly. Pretty soon I was grinding against his erect penis. I have to admit it was nice to finally feel it against my belly. With all that had come before, it was no wonder I felt a little weak.

"Oh my you are a darling," Steve said in a voice I hardly recognized. It had gone up a couple of octaves and was also somehow more feminine.

"Isn't she just?" Laura added with a smile.

I heard them talking about me but I just couldn't find any words to respond. I was slumped against a cabinet and limp as a wet dishcloth.

"She seems to be in something of a daze, what do you suppose we should do with her?" Steve asked it of us both I assume. I wasn't about to suggest anything. But Laura was not nearly so shy.

"I vote we take her to bed and fuck her."

"It does indeed seem like the logical next step." Steve replied. As for me I was still in shock. I understood what they were saying and tried to object. With the first sound Steve was again in my face kissing me. I felt his hands on my naked back as he kissed and stroked my back I was slipped into a fog again. Even then I felt something warm slide under the halter top of my dress. Other hands were massaging my breasts and I was totally lost in the feeling.

It must have been Steve who unsnapped the top of my dress. Suddenly I felt him step back and the top fall away. I could feel the silky material of his thin night gown on my breasts. Laura's hands were gone from my breast and I missed them. She was kissing one side of my neck and Steve the other. It was all I could do not to faint.

My knees gave way as I orgasmed from just the kissing an touching. The two of them were holding me up. I knew what had happened but didn't really comprehend it till I heard Laura say, "The slut just came."

"How wonderful," Steve replied. "I wonder what she will be like when we really start on her?"

Somehow the 'really start on her' scared me out of my fog. I couldn't think for a moment then I pulled myself together pushed them both away and ran for the door. To my surprise they didn't follow they just stood in the kitchen laughing while I struggle with door. Steve approached me and I cowered but I was ready to put up a fight. He reached past me to flip the door lock allowing me to run for my car. I was still naked to the waist but I didn't care. Even though they didn't pursue me I locked the car doors. I sat for a moment collecting myself before I drove away.

I drove almost all the way home with my boobs. hanging out. In a deserted church parking lot a few hundred yards from the beginning of downtown I managed to re hook my dress. It was a struggle since my hands were still shaking. When I arrived home it was three A.M. I fixed myself a strong drink. I sat at my window overlooking the empty side street of the downtown.

At first I just downed the drink trying to relax. Then I replayed the night. I was trying to find some indication that thing would turn that ugly. It had just come out of the blue, I decided. Then I relived the event itself. As I relived it, all the feelings rushed back over me. I could feel Laura's kiss, then her brothers. I felt the hands on me massaging me into almost a coma.

As I relived it my hand slipped under my dress and inside my panties. I masturbated for about ten seconds before exploding into an even harder orgasm than the one in Laura's kitchen. I couldn't stop even then. I continued to masturbate one hand under my dress and one inside the top until I came two more times. When I finished, I couldn't stand. I sat on the comfortable chair in my apartment and wondered what I should do about those two. It was a very hard decision. She was a cop, and they had not held me against my will for even a second. Actually anyone else would call it a no harm no foul situation.

I took off the wrinkled dress and the wet panties. I stood naked inside my darkened apartment looking sharply right toward main street. I saw a prowling cop car as it approached the intersection of my side street and main. I wondered if they had any idea that their little Laura was a big time pervert. Of course she hadn't really forced herself on me, but something had to be wrong in what she had done. Didn't it?

My sleep was sound but troubled with dreams. Mostly I think they were what if dreams. What if I had stayed? What was the worst that could have happened? A night of pure hedonistic sex? So what the hell was I so afraid of that I ran out of there half naked. Afraid I might have gotten lost in it? Not me, I'm way too sensible for that.

"Okay, what then Miss Sensible?" I asked that out loud over me black coffee breakfast. Ordinarily I would have had a couple of doughnuts on Sunday morning. I had forgotten to buy them on the way home from the kid's house. I was lucky to have found my apartment. "I was afraid that I might get involved with one of them." Neither of them was exactly lifetime partner material. "I'm definitely looking for a lifetime partner."

Talking to myself is something I do now and then. It seemed a good time for it so I continued. "So what now." I thought about that long and hard. "They probably won't call me. If they do, I'll just be busy."

Since I had it all worked out, I went to work on my computer. I had images to process. It was after 1 P.M. when the phone rang. "Hello," I said into the phone.

"Miss Williams you really should answer your phone with the company name. How else am I to know that you are a photographer?"

"You seem to know that already, so what can I do for you."

"You can leave your camera home and come to dinner tonight." It was at that point that I recognized the Steve voice from the club. It was not the Steve voice from the kitchen.

"I don't think so," I replied.

"Oh come on Bonnie, we all know what you are. Stop pretending and come over for dinner."

"Oh, what am I?"

"About the hottest slut we ever met. Come on girl stop playing games and come on over for dinner."

"No thanks," I should have been livid but I was hardly angry at all.

"Well think about it. You are going to have to call and ask next time, I won't ask again. So?"

I tried as hard as I could to say, go to hell, but the words didn't come. What happened was the long pause that just seemed to fill the room like a menacing specter.

"Well call me when you figure it out."

"Wait, what time." I couldn't believe the voice was mine.

"Seven, and Bonnie, wear something easy for us to remove." He laughed a menacing laugh. One that without further words put me in my place. There was another long pause, then he asked, "Did you hear me."

"Yes I heard," I replied.

"Then I expect you to comply."

"Yes," I mumbled. The phone went dead in my ear.

I put what I had agreed to completely out of my mind, while I went back to work on the images. Somehow I was able to concentrate on my work. I suppose because one issue was settled at least. I could worry about what it made me and what my fate would be later. I no longer had to worry about what I would do if they called. That part had resolved itself. All I had to do was work and not think about my fate. I somehow managed to do just that until six P.M.

At six I took a shower in my little free standing fiberglass shower stall. The drain for the shower stall had once been for a janitor's sink. The building I lived in was also my studio office. The building is narrow and deep. I have an added upstairs bath, a half bath downstairs in the office, and this janitors closet converted to a shower room. The janitor closet does have one luxury. It had two full length mirrors side by side. Those to mirrors give me an excellent view of my diet progress or lack there of.

That night I couldn't tell much difference but still I didn't appear to have grown any. Having grown would be my way of expressing a weight gain. My tummy didn't sag, as a real roll of fat might. It was just here adding half a foot to an otherwise perfect waist. My butt looked a little large but still firm. Youth did that for a girl I'm told. The thighs were a little thick but not fill with cellulite yet. All in all I wasn't bad looking for an over the hill punk rock chick.

No matter what I had told Steve, I didn't really make up my mind until the very last minute. At least about what to wear. I settled on silk boxer shorts. Not the kind men wear under their clothes but the kind real boxers wear in the ring. Mine were red satin. It was a very nice look for a slightly over weight chick. The blouse I chose was white cotton and thick for the summer heat. It would effectively hide the fact that I wore no bra under it. I did wear my white bikini brief panties. I wasn't quite ready for the complete slut outfit yet. It was a light hearted thought but it gave me no pleasure. I was scared stiff, or in my case just scared to death.

When I arrived at their townhouse, I wasn't sure what to expect. I certainly did not expect the little domestic scene that awaited me. Laura met me at the door dressed in low rider jeans. If I were her, I would never feel safe in them. The poor child suffered terminally from noassatall. I was sure that the only thing holding those jeans up was her will power. It just had to be a mental thing.

"Come on in and have a drink. Fix it yourself would you, everything you need is over the sink or in the frig." With that she went back into the twenty four by ten foot wooden fenced back yard. In that small spot of grass Steve stood guard over a huge gas grill. He somehow seemed in his element. He like his sister wore hip hugger jeans. Even though he shared the family slim trait, he did have some hips if not much of an ass. The hip huggers seemed to be secure on him. Unlike the night before at the Club he had boobs... I imagine the dinner jacket had helped to hide them at the club. He probably also had some elastic thing to hold them in place. That night there was not a bra in site. I was the only one who needed a bra anyway. My sag wasn't pronounced but definite. If I had been a man I wouldn't have been sure about Laura but I would never think that Steve had real boobs. The bulge in his top had to be searched for to find. It had been much more pronounced the night before.

I would not have made an irreversible decision until I allowed myself to have three drinks. Three drinks and I would not get behind the wheel of a car even if they raped me. I could have one just to relax I told myself. I made myself a bourbon with real coke. I suppose it was because I had drank diet beverages for the last five years that made it seemed so sweet. Well the bourbon tamed it. I had never heard of that brand of bourbon but it was smooth enough to get down without gagging.

I went into the back yard to join the two youngsters as I thought of them. Steve was probably my age at least but since I met him in context with his father's birthday I thought of him as younger. I sat on a folding lawn chair to watch Steve burn steaks. I was more embarrassed than anything when he kissed me. The backyard was in full view of both neighbor's upstairs windows. Still is wasn't a big time passionate kiss like the night before it was more of a possessive kiss. One that said I'm in no hurry the conclusion is foregone. Laura made small talk sometimes in a whisper. She obviously was in the closet with her neighbors as well as the cops. I thought that it made sense that she keep her distance. And since she wasn't drunk she might even decide not to become involved.

"So are you two hung over?" It was a reference to the complete events of the night before.

"Only with desire for you," Laura whispered.

"Second that emotion," Steve agreed in a much louder voice.

"Ah," I replied non committal.

"Don't kid yourself. You regret running out of here last night. As soon as you were in your car you were sorry. Laura watched you sit there trying to decide whether to come back or not."

"It wasn't about coming back here. It was asking myself how I let that happen."

"You let it happen because you are a hot, horny babe," laura suggested.

"Weak willed is probably more on mark," I replied.

"That to," Steve agreed. "Okay unless you like your meat burned, dinner is served."

Once the steak was on my plate, I walked into the house. I found the large salad bowl in the middle of the table. There were no individual salad bowls at all.

The salad looked delicious, It had everything but meat in it. Bits of fruit, lettuce, onion, cheese and toast were all recognizable, probably other things as well. As to how they planned to eat it, they poured dressing on the big bowl and began to eat from the bowl. I figured what the hell when in Rome. There actually was something to be said for it. A kind of communal feeling came from it.

Without a doubt the food was excellent. I knew that it was a very good cut of steak even if I didn't ask what kind. I ate the meal washed down by my second drink. After dinner I went to the sink to put my plate in the dish washer. As I stood there rinsing it, I felt hands cover my breasts then pull me back against one of them. I could have looked back but it felt so good I didn't care who it was. I was sober enough to drive but not sober enough to have any inhibitions. Even if I had those lips on my neck did me in.

One of the hands opened the top button of my blouse. I felt it slip inside, then hold my naked breast. I shivered involuntarily. Whoever it was noticed. The hand began to pinch and roll my nipple. I pressed my hips back searching for a hard penis. I didn't feel one. I could have missed it or the hands could belong to Laura. I didn't care as long as they didn't stop what they were doing.

There was a tongue licking my neck and ear as the free hand opened the next button. The hand had free access to my breasts. Both hands attacked them for a short while. I could feel my body preparing itself for sex. I could feel myself getting damp between the legs. One hand left my breast to open the other two buttons on my blouse. The heavy white cotton blouse hung on me open like a jacket. One of my nipples was covered by a hand, the otherwas hard against the rough cotton. I should have wondered what the other sibling was doing but I was far too busy to really care. My hips were moving rhythmically against the person who was kissing and massaging me.

Then the person stepped back and slipped the blouse from my shoulders. I was naked to the waist when I heard the voice whisper in my ear. "You have lovely breasts." The voice belonged to Laura. I didn't care at that point. I waited for her to continue manipulating my nipples and wished for more but she stood like a statue.

"Don't you say thank you when someone pays you a compliment?"

I managed to squeak out a thank you somehow. When I did those marvelous hands returned. The hands were manipulating both my nipples and making me quite mad with desire. I felt one of the hands leave my beast and head downward over my tummy and into the elastic band of my shorts. She moved through the hair forest that protected the opening to my sex.

"Umm Steph she has a full bush."

"Nice," he replied from nearby. I didn't respond so Laura's pinched my nipple hard.

"Thank you," I moaned.

"Good girl," Steve said.

Laura had me wedged against the sink cabinet or I would have fallen when she touched my clitoris. I almost fainted. I bent forward and felt Laura press against me. "Nice ass," she said.

"Thank you," I replied without thinking.

"She is learning quickly," Steve suggested.

"She has two good teachers why wouldn't she?" The question was never meant to be answered. I personally couldn't do anything but moan as she manipulated my clit while she held a conversation with her brother. Even her lack of concentration was erotic.

When I came right after, it was with and intensity I had never felt. It went even beyond the orgasms from the night before. The orgasm was a living thing unto itself. It gripped me and racked me for what seemed like several minutes. I am sure that it rattled my teeth. I was limp just as I had been the night before. I had absolutely no intention of running away that time.

"So Bonnie are you ready to be a good girl now." I tried to simply nod but with my back to her she either couldn't see it or wasn't satisfied with that. She pinched my clit which sent a shock through me that tightened all my muscles. "Are you?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Good girl," Steve said from close bye.

For the first time I twisted around to see Steve standing behind his sister mimicking her movement on me. She didn't seem to have cum at least not like I had. The sight of the brother with a hand on his sister's breast and one inside her jeans pushed me over the edge again.

"Oh honey," he said. "She likes what she sees."

"Yes she does, don't you slut Bonnie?"

"Yes," denying it never crossed my mind.

Laura stepped back and turned me around to face her. She leaned forward to kiss me. I was instantly trying to suck her tongue. I was begging with my eyes for her to fuck my mouth with her tongue. It was a new experience for me. Not French kissing, but wanting her to pump her tongue into me. I had always resisted that movement before. She seemed to read my mind. I could feel her tongue moving in and out of my mouth. It was explosive but not quite orgasmic. I needed to feel more, exactly what I wasn't sure but I was sure that at least one of them knew.

Laura turned her back to me and kissed her brother. He found my hands and placed them on his sister's breasts. I pushed against her while massaging her small breasts. I also found her nipples and teased them as she had done for me. I could feel her movements as she pushed against me. Without warning she slipped down to her knees never losing contact with either of us.

Without any warning she had his cock in her mouth. I could look down and see her sucking him. There was not a lot of movement of her head so it wasn't a problem for Steve to bend a bit and kiss me. He moved my hands to his breasts while he kissed me. With Laura between us there was room for me to hold his small breasts with the large nipples. I realized somehow even with my foggy brain that a large part of his nipple was a tattoo. There was a pink circle extending the width of his nipple by at least half again. Even that was erotic to me at the time and made me shiver.

Steve began to get more agitated by the minute until he was thrusting his hips at his sister's mouth. He thrusts only a few times before he suddenly stopped and stood perfectly still. Then he pulled away and collapsed into a chair. I fell back against the kitchen sink exhausted. Before I could recover Laura was kissing me. I felt the warm thick saliva mixed with Steve's cum slip into my mouth. I shivered with revulsion and sexual stimulation all at once. I felt Laura trying to suck it back so I gave it back. She pushed it back into my mouth again. I could feel her working her mouth trying to recover it. I allowed her to have the slippery yet thick wad, then I pulled away. I guess she realized that I had done it all I could. She made a big show of swallowing it.

I should have had time to recover but even that kept me in the sexual fog. Laura pushed down on my shoulders. "I have never done that," I said knowing what she wanted.

"Time you learned slut Bonnie," She increased the pressure. She was very strong so I gave in and allowed her to push me to my knees. My back was to the kitchen counter so I had no where to go. She moved her hips forward and opened her legs. She then opened the hood covering her clitoris. It stuck out about the size of a butter bean. I knew what she wanted. I also knew how it would feel. I resisted until she removed one of her hands from her hood. She used that hand to guide my face to her clit. I corrected her position just a bit and began to lick and suck on her clit.

I felt her jerk several times and thought she might have orgasmed at least once. I know that my mouth was becoming sore. Parts of my face were also covered in her fluids. If she had cum, it was on my face. That was something no one had ever done before. She finally backed away just before I would have begged her to let me stop because my tongue and jaw hurt from the exertion.

"You are an natural pussy eater," Laura said. When I didn't respond she pulled me up by my hair. "What do you say to a compliment slut?"

"Thank you," I replied.

"Here I have something for you." It was Steve who said it as he approached. What he had was a chain with a ring on either end. It was lightweight but almost too heavy to be jewelry anyway. He quickly made a loop of it by pushing the chain through one of the rings. He slipped the loop over my head. I was too foggy and exhausted to resist even if I had known the purpose of the chain.

I was half dressed and they both had redressed, when Steve said, Take off your shorts and panties and be quick about it." It wasn't that I objected it just took me too long to process the information. Steve gave the end of the chain a quick jerk. It closed around my neck cutting off my airway. It was just for a couple of seconds but it scared me. Then he pulled the chain tighter slowly until it again cut my airway.

"Now when you do what I said, I will release the pressure." I quickly stripped off my shorts and panties."Good girl." The pressure instantly was gone I took a deep breath. The chain snapped again.

"Thank you," I said automatically.

"Good, now beg for my cock." I was terrified but I was also still turned on. To be honest I suppose the strangeness of all of it turned me on even more.

"Please I want your cock. Please."

"Not good enough tell me you need my cock."

"Please I need your cock, please."

"What do you want to do with my cock?"

"I want to fuck your cock please I need your cock." I was only half following instructions by that time. The other half was a need I felt.

Suddenly Laura was whispering in my ear. "Tell him you want to worship his cock or he will choke you again."

"God I want to worship your cock." He moved to stand in front of me. Laura pushed me to my knees from behind. I found myself in the same position she had been in earlier with her standing behind me. "Open his zipper and worship his cock."

"Yes, worship his cock," I said it as I opened his zipper and worked his cock out. I had never been an enthusiastic cock sucker before but I went at his cock like a bitch in heat. I licked and sucked until my jaws ached. He still wasn't working he was just standing there kissing his sister as he had me.

I was hurting for sure when he began to stir. He moved slowly at first then slowly he increased the speed of his movements. I felt him drive his rigid cock into my mouth one final time then spurt cum. It didn't seem to be a large load but then he had cum previously. I was about to spit it out when Laura pulled up on the chain closing my throat. I stood turned to her and kissed her. I slipped the cum into her mouth. A moment later she returned it with a moan. I pushed it back after feeling it coat my teeth again. My tongue and mouth in general were coated with his cum. I didn't resist as Laura kept passing it back to me until I choked and swallowed it.

"She looks exhausted. I think we need to let her rest." Steve said that. "I know I'm exhausted."

"There is more to do," Laura said.

"Of course there is but she isn't going anywhere." He turned his attention to me. "You belong to us now don't you Slut Bonnie."

"Yes," I mumbled when he jerked on the chain. I slept between them that night. I was exhausted and slipped easily into sleep. When I awoke the next morning I realized that I was the only one left in bed. The brother and sister act were not in the room. I went outside to find my cloths still on the kitchen floor. I dressed quickly and left.

I didn't realize that I still had the chain around my neck till I got home and looked in the full length mirror. Nothing looked out of place but the chain and the light bruise under it. I decided to wear the chain at least until the bruise went away. I also decided to never see the brother and sister again. The reasons are my own.

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The End