tribbing

All characters are older than twenty-one. All characters are owned by DC Comics, a Time-Warner company. This is a parody; I make no profits from it.



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Zatanna Zatarra was in a room she had never laid eyes on before. Spartan did not begin to describe the room. The room was entirely white with simple patterned gold borders. There were two pieces of furniture in the room. There was a black wooden chair with gold cushions on the seat and backrest. The chair faced a backless gold cushioned sofa with curved armrests and black legs. Zatanna circled the two places of seating before deciding to sit in the chair.



Her snug fitting jacket had barely touched the cushion of the backrest when the door slid open. It was Diana, or Wonder Woman (as the world knew her). The door slid closed seamlessly behind her. Diana was wearing a white hooded robe that covered her completely. The bottom hem dragged along the floor so that only Diana’s face, some of her hair, and her hands were revealed. Diana stood between Zatanna and the backless sofa.



“Greetings, Zatanna,” Diana said elegantly. “We invite you to witness a team building exercise the Justice League regularly participates in. It is our hope that you will come to learn this exercise and join with us in the near future.”



Diana took one step back, so that she was less than a foot away from the sofa. The door slid open again as J’onn J’onzz and Superman entered the room. The door slid closed. They wore robes similar to Diana’s except J’onn’s was blue and Superman’s was red. They stood on either side of Diana, and Zatanna smirked at the semi-patriotic sight of an Amazon and two aliens forming a red, white and blue motif of ceremonial robes. J’onn and Superman each placed a hand on one of Diana’s shoulders.



The door slid open again. Aquaman (in an orange robe), Flash (in his mask and a gold robe), Cyborg (in a silver robe), Green Lantern (in a green robe, obviously), and Batman (wearing his cowl and a black robe) entered silently. They each took rehearsed positions flanking the trio that were already there. Superman and J’onn grasped the material covering Diana’s shoulders, pulled it and the robe dropped with a barely audible thud to the floor. Diana, with the exception of her tiara and her wrist and upper arm bracelets, was naked. Her body was spectacular and Zatanna could not help but stare and the perfection of it. Any flaws were microscopic, because Zatanna could not detect any.



In a perfectly coordinated move, the men all shrugged their robes to reveal their own nudity. J’onn and Superman sat on the sofa and each man stroked his own manhood to hardness. J’onn opened a hidden panel in the armrest on his side and removed a small, white, plastic container. He unscrewed the lid, dipped his hand into the container and smeared the viscous contents liberally on Diana’s ass. Once the container was empty, J’onn returned it to it’s hiding place and closed it. He and Superman leaned towards each other as Diana began to sit. They guided themselves in as Diana took both large alien cocks in her anus at the same time. An emerald glow surrounded Green Lantern, and he lifted off the floor and hovered near Diana’s mouth. Batman turned, climbed up Diana and placed his cock between her magnificent tits. Aquaman and Flash took positions at Diana’s sides. Cyborg turned, fingered Diana’s pussy for a minute or so and then replaced his finger with a hydraulic looking phallus. Diana grabbed the cocks of Flash and Aquaman. Green Lantern flew closer and Diana took his dick in her mouth.



In another amazingly coordinated move, The cocks began thrusting at once, each at the same tempo. Zatanna was feeling incredibly horny watching Diana service seven men simultaneously and rubbed herself through her tuxedo shorts and fishnet pantyhose. The only sounds in the room were Diana’s muffled moans, the grunts and other guttural noises from the men and Zatanna’s soft gasps and labored breathing. This was so erotic to Zatanna and her free hand slid up slowly to massage her left tit through her tuxedo blouse.



Diana was no longer visible to Zatanna, but her continued presence was evident. Zatanna could see the hands stroking Flash and Aquaman. She could see Diana’s legs wrapped around Cyborg’s waist and see part of her face bobbing on Green Lantern’s cock. Batman’s hands virtually covered Diana’s glorious knockers as he pushed them together to sheath his pistoning cock. The muffled moans were increasing in volume.



Zatanna grew impatient with her female tuxedo. She shrugged her jacket from her shoulders and loosened her bow tie. She ripped off her cummerbund and tore open her blouse; buttons flying everywhere. Zatanna pulled her tits out of her bra and slid her tuxedo shorts and fishnet pantyhose below her shapely ass. She ripped off her thong and plunged two white gloved fingers into her sopping pussy. Zatanna threw her head back and her top hat rattled to the floor. She watched the titillating scene before her as she rubbed her tits and fingered herself furiously.



The superheroic orgy was getting louder as was the sole audience member. Zatanna had her thumb on her clit as her fingers plunged repeatedly into her hot, wet, cunt. Zatanna knew she was close. She just couldn’t get herself over the edge. She watched, enraptured, as the heroes seemed to be building up to an imminent climax.



What happened next was astounding. In keeping with the impeccably synchronized maneuvers they’d displayed during this entire exercise, all eight of the heroes being watched by Zatanna came at the exact same second. Diana’s orgasm lasted longer than most of the others. J’onn seemed to be the one whose climax took the longest to end. The sight of eight people cumming at once was enough to set off Zatanna. She groaned, gasped and shrieked as her huge orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. She slid out of her chair and collapsed on the floor, sated and leaking fuck juice on the white floor.



Zatanna lost track of things after that. She came to realize she was being washed by Diana in a large shower, but had no idea how they got there. Zatanna felt herself losing her balance and instinctively wrapped her arms around Diana. The tall amazon took this as an invitation. She leaned forward and kissed Zatanna’s mouth. Zatanna was surprised but not repulsed by this. She returned the kiss and felt it deepen. Zatanna loved the vibrations as Diana moaned in her mouth. Zatanna broke the kiss to acquire air. When she leaned in to resume, Diana pressed her tongue forward and Zatanna did not resist.



Zatanna felt herself being pressed against the shower wall with soft but firm hands exploring her body much like the tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned in harmony with Diana and allowed her hands to explore also. Diana’s body felt amazing. Sculpted muscles under soft, flawless, skin. Zatanna had never felt a body like this before. Her roaming hands soon found Diana’s large and evidently natural tits. Zatanna tweaked the nipples and felt them harden. A person wanting to describe what Diana’s body felt like would soon run out of synonyms for perfection.



Diana, somewhere along the way, broke the kiss and asked, “So, Zatanna, did you enjoy our team building exercise?”



“Oh. My. God,” said Zatanna in an intentional staccato. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.”



“I am glad you feel that way,” said Diana in what was apparently a naturally husky voice. “Would you be willing to learn our exercise?”



Zatanna gasped at the invitation and said, “Um, I… I don’t think I’d be able to do exactly what you did.”



“You couldn’t do exactly what I did,” said Diana serenely. “Our bodies are too different. Your legs are not as long as mine. Your breasts are shaped differently than mine.”



“What are you saying,” asked Zatanna angrily, “that I can’t be as good at sex because my body isn’t as perfect as yours?”



“That is not at all what I am saying,” replied Diana calmly. “This exercise is entirely about sensations. When I wrap my legs around Cyborg, the monitors on his armor transmit signals to his human brain. He ‘feels’ the sensations and reacts to them. Batman feels sensations from my breasts and reacts to them. The sensations from your body would be different and the reactions to those sensations would be different. It would be hard for you to achieve a perfectly simultaneous climax if you tried to do things exactly as I do.”



“That makes sense,” Zatanna admitted. “So, what do I have to do?”



“You need to start slowly, as I did,” said Wonder Woman as she turned off the shower and began drying Zatanna. “You must have sex with each member of the team individually and then in small groups. You must learn their bodies. You must learn your reactions to their bodies and their reactions to yours. This gasp you make when I twist your right nipple,” Diana said, doing so as an illustration as Zatanna gasped. “Would you do it if someone else twisted it, or is it because of the way I twist it? You need to know everything about your body and about theirs. Do the men react to your body the same way when they are sharing you as they would when you are alone with them? Some men react differently in groups.”



“Differently how?” Zatanna asked, genuinely intrigued.



“Superman stiffens up in a group,” said the gorgeous amazon, “and not in a good way. He needs more stimulation to relax. Also, he and J’onn needed more stimulation because of their alien physiologies. That is why they share my anus. I would not recommend that for you, however. They would tear you like tissue paper. Unless you used magic, of course.”



“Of course,” said Zatanna, “but that would feel like I was cheating.”



“‘All is fair in love and war,’” quoted Diana.



“Which is this,” asked Zatanna, “love or war?”



“Both,” said Diana with a smile.



The next several days saw Diana coaching Zatanna as she had sex with individual members of the team. Diana would point out the similarities and differences in endurance, texture, taste, smell and a bounty of other things Zatanna rarely paid attention to when enjoying a lover. Every position needed to be tried multiple times so Zatanna could get a feel for how the men reacted to her body. Diana showed Zatanna little secrets such as where to lick Aquaman’s shaft to get his cock to instantly gush like a fountain. Zatanna paid close attention to her lessons and followed Diana’s instructions precisely. Diana knew they had chosen the right person.



After about a week, Zatanna was taking the men in groups of two. It was true, they did react differently around other men. They were more guarded and took longer to get off. Zatanna paid strict attention to how many extra ministrations were required to get a man off in the presence of another man. Flash, for example, seemed most relaxed when getting a handjob if there were any other men in the room. It seems, that was the level of sexual activity he was willing to show other males. Zatanna would later learn this was due to teasing on Green Lantern’s part that being the fastest was not always a good thing. Flash needed a handjob so the woman could control his speed.



When asked, Diana admitted to Zatanna she had no control over Batman’s titfucks. He knew his body well enough to monitor himself compared to how the other men were doing and would adjust himself accordingly. She reminded Zatanna this was a team effort and the assist from Batman was not, therefore, cheating.



Zatanna was learning as much about her own body as she learned about the male heroes. Her body did react differently when a man twisted her nipple. Diana knew exactly how to do it and could twist it the same way every time. It was hit or miss with the men. The exception to that was Batman. Once he found out how Zatanna liked it, he did it that way consistently.



Zatanna had to take each hero in every way imaginable so that she could find the best combination of partners to places to get them all off at exactly the same time. Having Supes and J’onn together in her ass was out. Even by himself, Superman made that hole extremely tender no matter how much lubricant was used. After doing some exercises Diana had taught her, Zatanna was able to take J’onn and Supes in her mouth at the same time. She, therefore, had some control over how quickly she got them off. Cyborg was able to adapt the size of the cybernetic phallus he used, depending on the circumstances, and soon became the best candidate for anal.



One month after she learned about the team building exercise, Zatanna was taking four male partners at a time. As always, Diana was there. Diana pushed Zatanna to push harder, suck deeper, wank faster. The black haired amazon made certain the sorceress knew how each man reacted to each and every part of her body. Diana, at one point, made the comment that she knew all of her lovers so well that she could tell them apart blindfolded. During their next session, Diana proved this by wearing a tight blindfold during three hours of sex. Zatanna’s next goal was to work her way up to that level of awareness.



Fortunately for Zatanna, these heroes were an incredibly horny bunch. None of her requests to practice for the team building exercise were ever rejected. In Flash’s case, he was often undressed before Zatanna was finished asking.



Zatanna often practiced without men involved. Diana was determined to make sure Zatanna knew how her body would react to any kind of stimulation. Diana had a very skilled tongue and could elicit moans from Zatanna after giving two minutes attention to any spot on her lithe body.



During one “girl’s only” practice in Diana’s quarters, Diana tied Zatanna to the headboard of her bed using the golden lasso. She would lick Zatanna in different places and would then ask Zatanna what reaction continued attention would provoke. Zatanna was surprised by some of her answers.



After ten weeks of intense practice, Zatanna told Diana she felt ready to perform the exercise with the seven men. Diana had a pained expression on her face. Zatanna could not understand why.



“I think you’ve misunderstood the exercise,” said Diana softly. “This is a team building exercise. You are expected to perform it with the entire team; not just the men.”



“I’m so sorry,” said Zatanna, instantly understanding why Diana seemed hurt. “I was so intent on following what you did, it never occurred to me that you would be involved. Oh, God, Diana. Please forgive me.”



“Gods and goddesses, Zatanna,” said Diana. “How could I not forgive you?”



Zatanna decided she would need one more week of practice to appropriately include Diana in the festivities. Diana readily accepted another week of intense practice with the luscious magician. They practiced so often, neither woman wore clothing for more than an hour during that week.



When the day finally arrived, J’onn approached Zatanna and spoke to her telepathically.



“Is this loud enough?” he asked directly into her mind.



“For what?” Zatanna asked aloud.



“For our telepathic link during the exercise,” said J’onn simply. “Did our movements not seem extremely coordinated when you witnessed the exercise? It is because I told everyone, telepathically, what Diana wanted us to do next.”



“Oh, my God,” said Zatanna. “I never would have realized if you didn’t tell me. I just thought it was a well practiced ritual. Wait. If you were going to be in our heads the whole time, why did I need so much practice if you were going to broadcast what I wanted to the others?”



“Oh,” said J’onn, “because Diana enjoys fucking you.”



“She also enjoys fucking with me, apparently.”



Diana approached Zatanna and kissed her on the lips before handing her an indigo robe. The meaning was clear. Zatanna stripped off her tuxedo and put on the long flowing robe. She made sure J’onn was listening to her thoughts and the exercise began.



Superman and Aquaman removed Zatanna’s robe and Cyborg, removing his robe, sat down on the backless sofa, sitting at a slight angle. They other robes hit the floor, Cyborg opened the compartment in the armrest and got out the lube. Zatanna presented her ass to him and he smothered her tight hole in lubricant. She eased herself onto his cybernetic phallus and laid back so that her head was hanging off the other side. Cyborg pressed a button located on the other armrest and the legs of the sofa extended. He and Zatanna were lifted another foot or so. Superman and Aquaman approached her head. Her head was upside down to them and they placed their cocks in her mouth. Flash and Green Lantern took up stations by her hands as Batman straddled her chest. Diana came forward and opened Zatanna’s legs. She pressed her clit against Zatanna’s. Zatanna wrapped her legs around Diana and gripped J’onn’s cock with her feet. Zatanna thought, “Go!” and J’onn apparently spread the word as the fucking began simultaneously.



Diana was tribbing Zatanna hard and Batman was fucking the hell out of her tits, using some lube that was left. She pistoned her hands in unison as she endured the twin assault on her throat. Superman and Aquaman were equally interested in seeing if Zatanna could deepthroat two cocks at once. J’onn, monitoring her thoughts carefully, checked to make sure Zatanna was alright. He was happy to discover she was loving every second of this. Everyone who was facing Zatanna’s knees got the extra bonus of seeing Diana’s spectacular tits bounce as she thrust her clit against Zatanna’s. Zatanna’s muffled moans were drown out by Diana’s loud screams of pleasure.



“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Zatanna!” the amazon yelled. “Gods and goddesses, yes! Fuck, yes!”



The superheroic gang bang continued for nearly twenty-seven minutes when J’onn reported calmly to everyone through the telepathic link that Flash and Green Lantern were very close and that everyone else should do what they needed to do to catch up. There was a crescendo of moans, groans, growls and gasps. J’onn began a countdown and everyone raced to bring themselves over on time.



“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Now.”



Once they heard the word, a simultaneous release was established. The longest orgasms belonged to J’onn and Zatanna. Zatanna had never cum for so long and she was gasping for air when the exercise was completed. Diana hugged her young friend and led her to the large shower to clean each other and… other things.



The exercise actually did have practical benefits. The team was now accustomed to following J’onn’s telepathic instructions and working in tandem. This set of skills proved invaluable in combat. Zatanna didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. She just loved when her teammates fucked the hell out of her.



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After talking with mom and discovering Maggie was staying at Jolene’s some weekends I made up my mind to come home for the Summer. All the different scenarios that could be taking place toyed with my mind. Those thoughts preoccupied me when I should have been studying for finals. The easy thing to have done would have been to just ask them over the phone. I really hadn’t been that communicative while away. I needed to confront them face to face no matter how hurtful it might be.



Jolene had opened my eyes not only to horses and country life but to being more open with my sexuality. This past year in school when I went on dates they were only out of courtesy to the asker. Boys or girls it was always the same. I wanted Jolene. She had opened me up and at the same time closed me off. My longing for her spoiled me for anyone else.



Our time together reminded me of an old song from a movie made back in the sixties starring Sidney Poitier, “To sir, with love.” The line “How do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?” seemed to fit the way I felt about Jolene.



The thoughts about the possible confrontations with my “lover” and my sister distracted me as I waited for mom to pick me up at the train station. Deep down I didn’t feel like Jolene was the kind of person who could be capable of seducing me and then my sister. My heart ached with the thought that I was wrong. Standing near the end of the depot talking to myself like a crazy person I didn’t notice my mother until she walked up to me.



“Christine, sweetheart, what are you doing?”



Mumbling to myself not paying attention to anything or anyone I glanced in her direction.



“Mom, sorry, I was just thinking about a few things.”



Her arms opened wide, I slipped between them enjoying the distraction as we hugged.



“School’s out sweetie, you have all Summer off to not think. What’s on your mind that has my girl so concerned?”



Her hand brushed the hair from my face as she looked at me with concern.



“Oh, just debating my major and wondering if my grades this year were good enough for a different one. Maybe engineering or architecture, I really can’t decide.”



“There’s nothing you can do about it now. Let me help you with your bags and get you home. You must be tired. I want to hear all about New York. You hardly ever called and when you did it’s like pulling teeth to get you to say what’s going on. Are you happy there?”



“Yes mom, I’m happy. The classes were harder than I thought and I always seem to have too much homework. I do feel okay with my grades, really. I didn’t get any below a “C” and it was just two classes.”



Her hug felt so reassuring; I lifted the handle of the larger of my two suitcases while she did the same to the other. We rolled them out to the car and placed them in the trunk to head home.



“Is Maggie home?” Asking as we pulled out of the lot and onto the highway.



“No, I think she’s at Jolene’s working. She’s been spending an awful lot of time there. She just says she’s learning so much about all the animals, especially the horses. I think that girl has fallen in love or something.”



“Fallen in love?” I swallowed hard. It couldn’t be true. Please, not Jolene and Maggie.



“Yes, taking care of the animals. She’s applied to some colleges that are very rural. I think she may want to be a veterinarian or something like that. She just always seems to be in such a good mood when she gets home from Jolene’s. Kinda like you were last summer.”



“Like me?”



“Yes, after that night your car broke down. You always seem to come home happy and content. What is it about Jolene’s ranch that does that to you two?”



“I don’t know mom, maybe it’s just working hard. Is Maggie still seeing Pete?”



“Oh, they broke up a few months ago. She’s not seeing any boys right now. Didn’t she tell you?”



“No, mom.”



“Oh, that’s right you never call.”



I could feel her look at me when she said that. I continued to stare out the window, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes. No way was mom going to see that. I had to remain calm; I wasn’t going to tell my parents quite yet that I was bi or even maybe a lesbian. I needed to talk with Maggie and Jolene before I did anything close to that.



The rest of the way home we talked about all the mundane things I’d missed over the last year. I managed to hide my sniffles by telling mom that my allergies were acting up.



When we got home we lugged both suitcases up to Maggie’s old room. She had gotten mine when I left which I was beginning to regret. Seems she might have gotten more things from me than I had wanted her to.



The first thing I did after unpacking most of my clothes was to slip on some shorts along with a tee shirt. It felt more comfortable than the jeans and blouse I had worn on the train. The long trip from New York took its toll on me mentally and physically. I laid down and slipped off into a nap. Luckily my dreams had nothing to do with my sister or Jolene.



I woke up about an hour later and went downstairs to see what was going on. Dad had come home from work; he was watching something on television. He shut it off so we could talk. Mom came in and I told them about my school year along with the plans for my major. They let me know what was going on around town again.



When we had caught up I asked if I could borrow a car to go out to Jolene’s to see Cinnamon. My car was now Maggie’s so naturally they said yes. I found my cowboy boots in Maggie’s closet. I slipped them on, not caring how dorky I looked in shorts and boots. I headed over to see if Jolene was home. If I was going to have my heart broken I didn’t want it to be over the phone.



The drive out to Jolene’s was as pleasant as ever. The warm afternoon sun felt good as I traveled the quiet backroads. I came to the conclusion that I really did prefer this to New York City.



I pulled into Jolene’s driveway around three in the afternoon. Parking the car near the house I walked over to the big barn to see who was feeding the horses. I didn’t see Maggie’s car around which was good; I could deal with Jolene alone.



Opening a side door I could see someone shoveling hay from one of the stalls. I called out unsure of who it was.



“Jolene?”



The shoveling stopped and I heard her voice.



“Baby?”



My heart melted. I loved when she called me that.



“Is that my baby girl Christine?”



“Yes, Jolene.” I replied not wanting to give away my joy in hearing her again.



The pitchfork clanked against the stall and then she appeared. As beautiful and as buff as ever. Sweat beading on her brow, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her face lit up when she saw me. My knees almost gave way under me. Her arms opened wide as she rushed to me almost knocking me over. She then kissed me. I was prepared to be mad, angry, hurt but in her arms, her lips against mine all I could feel was a rush between my legs and my heart about to beat out of my chest.



“Oh baby, I’ve missed you. You never call. I thought maybe you hated me or something.”



She looked at me with soulful eyes. I looked away embarrassed that I had been so aloof. Her fingers lifted my chin forcing me to look her in the eyes.



“What’s wrong sweetness? I could have sworn by that kiss that you missed me but now you look like you’ve got some bad news.”



She brushed the hair back from my face, her touch so gentle, so loving.



“Are you fucking Maggie?” I said it. Blunt, harsh, angry.



Her eyes widened, the look on her face was one of astonishment. I stood my ground asking again.



“Are you? Are you fucking my little sister?”



“Christine, what the hell are you talking about? No, I’m not fucking Maggie. Why would you think that?”



She stepped back, not recognizing the angry little demon that now confronted her.



“Then why is she staying over here so much? Mom said she comes over here and when she gets home she’s happy like I used to be.”



My face reddened, tears forming as I stood back from her. Wanting her but not wanting anything to do with her. I waited.



“I think we need to go inside and sit down and talk about this. I don’t know what got into you but I’m not sleeping with Maggie.”



“No! Tell me what’s going on now!”



I stomped my feet like a small child angry at not getting her way. Tears beginning to streak down my face.



“You are fired up aren’t you? Okay, fine. It was Maggie’s secret. She’s going to be very upset when she finds out I spoiled your surprise.”



“Surprise? For me? What’s going on?”



I felt as if I’d just been slapped hard, my tears stopped and my mind began to think back. Maggie and I had been closer when we were younger but the last couple of years we’d been more like rivals than sisters. Now she has a surprise for me and it had something to do with Jolene. This was more confusing than ever.



“Yes, for you. Your sister has been working her butt off around here and not for riding lessons for herself. I really shouldn’t be doing this. Come with me, young lady.”



She grabbed my hand nearly pulling my arm out of the socket. She led me to Cinnamon’s stall, practically throwing me in front of it.



“Now, you look inside there and tell me what you see.”



Her voice was demanding, she was upset. She crossed her arms, standing there as if she were scolding me.



Timidly looking at her then slowly walking over to peer into the stall I saw Cinnamon. She was standing diagonally across the rectangular stall blocking my view of something behind her. She recognized me, let out a whinny which was followed by a higher pitched one. My eyes widened and my lower jaw dropped. From behind my favorite horse out walked a foal, the cutest thing I had ever seen. It nuzzled up to Cinnamon as I caught my breath.



“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful. What does this have to do with me?”



“Your sister, who I HAVEN’T been fucking, young lady. Has been working to pay for a portion of that little filly for you. Now what have you got to say?”



“I’m so sorry Jolene. I thought the worst.”



My tears were now tears of joy. My worst nightmare vanished from my mind. I sprinted the few feet to her, wrapped my arms around her then kissed her with all the passion I had been holding back. We stood there in each other’s arms while Cinnamon and the foal whinnied while they moved about the stall. It was almost as if they were cheering the happy ending of a movie.



It felt so good to be in Jolene’s arms, worry free. We kissed, hands exploring, nine months of not seeing her, not feeling her, erupted. I needed, I wanted to feel her soft skin against mine. She paused our kissing to look me in the eyes.



“If you mention a word of this baby girl, I swear. How could you think I was sleeping with Maggie?”



“I won’t Jolene, I promise. It’s just that when I talked to mom she said Maggie was here a lot. Plus she had broken up with her boyfriend. I just assumed.”



I melted into her embrace; she stroked my hair, comforting me as we stood in the barn. How could I have been so dumb? My sister and Jolene. What was I thinking? Those wonderful feelings came rushing back into me. The butterflies I hadn’t felt in almost nine months rushed between my legs. Jolene must have sensed it.



“You assumed wrong, let’s go inside baby doll, I’ve missed you.”



I smiled, nodding my approval. “I’m sorry I jumped to that conclusion, Jolene. I missed you so much. I should have called. I should have known better.”



She placed her hand in mine, the other caressed my cheek. Her eyes told me everything would be alright. My heart raced as we headed to the house. Neither one of us spoke, we knew what was going to happen, both of us were anxious. She led me to that fabulous bedroom once more.



As soon as we entered she spun me around kissing me hard on the lips. We struggled to get our tops off as we kissed, hands groping, saliva dripping down our chins. I think we may have lost a button or two but we didn’t care. We did pause long enough to help each other with our boots.



Dressed only in our bras and panties we kissed the entire time as we made our way over to the bed. Just before we arrived I turned her around so her back was to our little nest. She looked at me with a surprised expression. I had never been the one to lead our love making but this time I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to control her orgasms like she had for me so many months before.



“Is my kitten taking over?” Her question was moot.



“Yes, I want to make love with you like we never have before.”



Reaching around to unhook her bra, my lips against hers, fingers released the clasp. She wiggled to let it drop, our lips still pressed together. Hands to her sides, the sheer garment worked its way down and off and onto the floor. My lips departed hers; kissing their way down the nape of her neck to her shoulders then over one nipple. Pausing there, my tongue circled her aureola, teasing until it stiffened. I suckled her gorgeous breast while my fingers played with her nipple. Taking a breath, I’d switch back and forth while Jolene grew more anxious.



Eventually my fingers traced her abs until they reached her panties. Slipping my fingertips under her waistband I worked them off her hips. Working them down her long toned legs to rest in a pile on her feet near her bra.



Abandoning her breasts, my lips kissed their way down her front until I knelt before her. Her scent was divine, sweet and musky. Taking my time to admire her trimmed mound, I let her step out of her panties as my hands stroked the backs of her legs. Pulling her closer to me, anticipation growing in us both, my tongue traced her thighs up and down. Hands holding her cheeks, I placed my tongue between her glistening lips.



She gasped as it explored hurriedly. Her hands came to rest in my hair, fingers weaving their way through the strands, pressing my face to her and encouraging me to go deeper.



“Oh my baby, how I’ve missed you.”



Looking up as I drank from my goddess, happy that we were together once more. Tracing her lips up and down I played with her for a bit more. Her moans became louder when I rolled my tongue inside her then stiffened it. I didn’t want her to climax quite yet so I withdrew myself from her and stood to face her.



She smiled, we kissed once more. Placing my body against hers using my weight, we fell back onto the comforter.



“Baby really did miss me, didn’t she?”



I nodded, “She did very much.”



Jolene scooted up to the pillows; I followed growling like a little tigress. She giggled then opened her arms to welcome me. I shook my head. Sitting up to face her I began to manipulate her legs around me.



“Oh baby girl liked this last time.”



“I did, we both did if I remember right.”



Her smile grew wider. We helped position each other so our pussies met. We held hands for a moment, looked into each other’s eyes. I was in love.



Leaning back on our hands we began to thrust and grind together. Jolene moved her hips clockwise while I moved counter. My pussy was on fire. Looking at her, watching her face, her body excited me. As we got closer to climaxing the bed began to shake with our convulsions. We continued rubbing our wet pussies together until neither of us could take it any more. We slowed our pace which gave me the opportunity to move from her grasp. My legs slipped out from hers causing a quizzical look on her face. Beads of sweat were forming on us both from our gyrations.



Working my way to my knees, I bent forward placing my hands under her ass, my face buried between her legs. That intoxicating scent of hers wafted into my lungs while my tongue returned to its delectable chore.



Tracing her folds, stopping at the top of her pussy I slipped it in and began massaging her clit. I sucked, kissed, licked and stroked her flowing pussy feverishly. My hands under her firm ass cheeks lifted her up so I could delve deeper with in her. She was close when our bodies parted, now with my tongue and the lessons she had taught me last year were paying off. She was writhing and squirming around on the bed calling my name and blessing my existence. She gripped the sheets and with one last thrust upward climaxed with my tongue deep inside. Her legs squeezed my head locking me in place.



When her orgasms slowed she reached down to clasp my head in her hands. Panting, she brought my face to hers and kissed me deeply.



“Oh my gawd baby. That was amazing. I don’t remember teaching you that.”



Smiling I replied, “I guess I improvised a bit.”



She kissed me once more and held me tightly as another wave of delight rolled through her. We lay together exhausted, nuzzling, caressing each other until the sky began to grow dark.



“Think I should call my parents and tell them the car broke down?”



Jolene giggled.



“No, just call them and tell them you’re staying with me tonight. We have quite a bit of catching up to do, baby.”



“I like the sound of that.”



We lay there for a few more minutes until I reluctantly got up to call home. I know they’d be disappointed that I wanted to stay here but I was feeling good and they’d get over it. I wouldn’t mention anything to Maggie if she answered – that way Jolene wouldn’t get in trouble with her future sister in law.

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