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   BetweenHerLegs says -

   This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration
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events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or
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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "Wet Lips, Dry Rope"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   While she slept, Alysha sometimes felt like any other fifteen year-old
girl.  Then, when she awoke, she always remembered that she was as far from
that as could be.  But, today, for the first time in a year, that made her
smile.  She stretched as much as she could and her smile settled in to
place.  Last night had been amazing.  After a year of sexual activity on a
daily basis, she had finally achieved climax, and it had been a
mind-blowing experience.

   It warmed her insides to realize that she still felt his and her own
sweat, dried on her naked body, traces of his saliva on her skin.  His cum
was sticky inside her, her own sticky and itchy on her thighs.  She had
squirted last night and made a huge mess.  She had never known girls could
do that.  She saw Trish cum almost every day, but Trish had never done
anything like it.  It had made their man very, very happy, though, and
Alysha was proud of it.

   It was too early for breakfast, so Alysha remained in her spot on the
floor in front of the clothes closet.  She did sit up, though,
self-conscious of her nakedness as she at cross-legged, even though she
should have been well beyond timidity over exposure at this point.  Her
hands were bound in front of her by simple rope, not tight, just enough to
limit their movement.  They would be undone at breakfast so she could eat,
as was the custom of the house.

   She looked over at Trish, who was still asleep on the bed.  Last night
had been Trish's fifteenth birthday, and their man had begun the evening
with special attention to her, but she had been sulky and had gotten
jealous when Alysha had squirted.  Their man had tied her arms and legs to
the bed posts, and that's how she remained, his dried cum all over her from
where he had brought himself off standing over her and speaking harsh words
of discipline.

   Alysha was often confused by Trish.  It had been Trish who had first
gotten involved with the man, first starting serving him, and had
introduced Alysha to him.  It had been Trish's idea that the two girls drop
out of school and live full-time with their man.  For the longest time,
Trish had seemed to thoroughly enjoy the life she had chosen for them,
whereas Alysha had born it only for her friend.  Lately, though, Trish had
gotten depressive and even sometimes bitchy.  And as of last night Alysha
was now in love with sex.  Now that she had finally felt its power overtake
her, she wanted more.

   The whole thing had been a bit intoxicating, even to Alysha, from the
start.  Whether or not she got much pleasure from the sex, it was an
emotional thrill to make their man happy, and she felt like she was bonding
with her friend Trish thanks to their cooperative effort.  Neither of them
had been among the most popular fourteen year-old girls, and neither was
drop-dead gorgeous.  Both had then looked and still looked like what they
were: slightly tall, skinny teenage girls with ungainly long, thin limbs,
but very tight and very shapely asses, and cute if small and still-forming
breasts.  Alysha's hair was frosted light brown, hung to her shoulders. 
Her eyes were blue, her lashes unnaturally long, and her eyelids droopy. 
This combined with the slight down-turn of her mouth to give her a
perpetually dreamy look which their man referred to as her, "fuck me till I
pass out," face.  Trish's hair was darker, a little shorter, her face
rounder and more open.  Her eyes were brown, and her lips soft and
puckered, like a little girl always looking for a kiss.  Nothing
spectacular, but their man had made them feel like the most special girls
in the world.
So they had willingly adopted a lifestyle of sexual servitude.  Each of
them had felt satisfied and fulfilled, even as she grew accustomed to
living life almost always naked, generally bound in some way, lacking in
ordinary freedoms.  Because what she got in return was a sense of

fulfillment, of purpose, and even of pride.

   Their man had entered the room, but he stood silently looking at Alysha
for a while.  Then, at least he said, "You were incredible last night,
Alysha."

   "Thank you for what you gave me," she responded sincerely.  Despite
living a life of constant sex, it had not been until last night that she
had orgasmed, and she knew that it had been her reward for not being glum
and petulant like her friend.

   He smiled and approached her.  He ran his finger along her cheek.  "You
know what first attracted me to you two?" he asked.  She was careful not to
answer.  He would specifically demand an answer if one were desired.  "Not
your eyes, not your ass...  your lips...  both of you then, as now, seemed
to constantly have wet, moist lips." He groaned, taking her lower lip
between thumb and forefinger.  "So soft, so wet." He groaned again, but
this time he reached inside his boxers and played with himself as he played
with her lip.  "Some day I'm going to see those lips locked in a steamy
kiss, yours and hers," he told Alysha.  He pried her mouth open with his
fingers.  "But in the mean time, earn your keep."

   He had himself out, was stroking himself to hardness while staring
obsessively at Alysha's lips.  The fifteen year-old obeyed his command,
placing her bound hands on his feet, and leaning in towards his growing
erection.  Alysha didn't like giving blowjobs as much as she knew Trish
did, but she did sort of enjoy the way his cock played with the shape of
her lips if she held them with just the right balance between tightness and
suppleness.

   She knew that he most likely wouldn't want to cum, so she held back and
just let him enjoy her lips.  She used very little tongue, and didn't make
any noise at all.  Nor did he make a sound.  She just sat there
cross-legged and naked, her bound hands before him.  He stood in t-shirt
and boxers, cock out, thrusting into her mouth wordlessly, his hands gently
on the back of her head.  In the silence, the sound of his erection
slipping between her wet lips, sloshing through the saliva pooling in her
mouth, and slamming into the moist back of her throat was intense and
surprisingly erotic.

   Just as the sound began to have its effect on Alysha, he pulled out. 
She sat back a bit, looking at his manhood through her drooping, heavily
veiled eyes.  She remembered what it had done inside her last night, and
she ached to feel that way again.  But she knew it was done for the
morning, so she began to rise for breakfast.

   He startled her with a smart rap on her shoulders, sending her back to
the floor.  She fell to all fours and looked up at him, eyes and lips
pouting with a mixture of surprise and almost hurt feelings.  He hadn't
struck her in many months.  She had thought they were past that stage in
their relationship.  He struck her again, this time with his foot in her
back, and she couldn't keep her balance with her bound hands, and she feel
forward, her ass high in the air and her tits pressed into the carpet.

   Now, he finally gave a growl deep in his throat.  "I've got a promise to
make, girl."

   That's how he referred to marking one of the girl's bodies for a later
return.  Alysha closed her eyes, preparing to take his load in her long
lashes.  Usually that was his preference with her, to fuck her mouth and
cum all over her face.  With Trish he usually made a promise right on her
muff; he took her cunt almost every night ever since the beginning of their
time here.

   Her eyes tightly closed, she could only hear him grunting and saying
things like, "Yeah, that's what I wanna see, girl." Then, as his grunting
grew louder, he said, "You're gonna be the first tonight, my special little
whore!" and she heard him give one last grunt.  She suddenly felt his warm,
sticky drops splatter all over her ass.

   Keeping her eyes shut, she cringed with both fear and excitement as he
left the room.  She had seen a woman's ass savaged before.  Mostly, the two
young slave girls were his and his alone, but about once a month their man
took cash from a friend or associate and brought them home for a little
fun. They were blindfolded, of course, since Alysha and Trish were both
technically missing persons, but that probably enhanced their thrill. 
Usually it was men, but there had been a few women.  Generally, he didn't
ask the girls to do much with the women except talk dirty and sometimes
touch their breasts.  A couple of times, though, he had asked Trish to take
a dildo to a woman's ass.  He himself had never fucked an asshole, and the
girls had never been fucked in the ass either.  It sounded like both those
facts were about to change.

   And Alysha wasn't sure whether to look forward to that, or be afraid of
it.  She'd never even had a finger or a tongue there, let alone anything as
big and strong as their man's cock.  She wondered if he would do it with
her on all fours or on her back.  She'd watched enough pornos to know it
could be done either way, probably more.

   Her musings were interrupted by a stirring on the bed.  Trish was
awaking.  Before heading off to breakfast, Alysha decided to see how her
friend was doing.  She rose awkwardly and walked over to the bed, her hands
still tied, the man's promise still wet and sticky all over her ass.

   "Hi," Alysha said quietly.

   "Hi," Trish said back, the expression on her face soft despite tear
streaks on her cheeks.  "I heard him make a promise to you."

   Alysha blushed.  "My ass," she whispered.

   "You need cleaned up?"

   Alysha smiled warmly.  "Thanks, Trishie."

   She climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her bound friend, placing her
ass where the other girl's tongue could just reach it.  She sighed with
deep satisfaction as she felt her friend's soft tongue and gentle lips
begin to clean their man's cum off her ass.  This was not a sexual act for
them, more a matter of mutual grooming, but it was emotionally satisfying
and physically pleasant, nonetheless.

   "All done, Leeshie," Trish said, smacking her lips.

   Alysha curled up beside the other fifteen year-old.  "How come you're in
trouble, Trishie?"

   "I said something about missing my parents the other day."

   Alysha's eyes widened, at least as much as they ever did, and she asked.
"Why?  You've been so jumpy lately."

   "You remember the last woman he brought home?"

   "Sure, she was really pretty," Alysha remarked.  "At the end he had her
on all fours, masturbating over her while she smelled my pussy and you had
that huge clear dildo fucking her ass."

   "You 'member what she said when she came and fell forward onto you?"

   "No -- what?"

   "God, yes, make love to your mommy!"

   "Most of the people he brings home live out some sort of incest thing
with us." Alysha didn't understand what was remarkable about this
particular woman or her declaration.

   "Leeshie, she *was* my mommy."

   Alysha was speechless.

   "He didn't know that, I'm sure, because he has no idea where we came
from, just that he used to flirt with us at the public library.  But that
woman was my mom."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Leeshie, she was the one in the blindfold, not me."

   "So you had to fuck your own mom's ass and watch her sniff your friend's
pussy?"

   "Yes..."

   Alysha thought she understood now.  That would be enough to break
anyone's spirit.  "I'm so sorry you went through that."

   "No, you don't understand, Leeshie."

   "What do you mean?"

   "It was so incredible," Trish said, staring into her friend's eyes. 
"You couldn't see this, but when mom came I actually bent down and sucked
her juices off the back of her thighs.  It was do goddamn amazing,
Leeshie."

   "Wait...  so...?"

   "I want to go home, Leeshie, and be with my mom all the time."

   "What?"

   "Clearly she wants it too.  You heard her."

   "But, god, Trishie, she's a woman.  And your mother."

   "Can you imagine being your own mother's sex slave?" Trish squealed. 
"God, it's so fucking hot I can hardly stand it."

   "You're not a lesbian," Alysha insisted.

   "This from the girl who just had me lick her ass?"

   Suddenly very uncomfortable, Alysha quickly rose from the bed and
started towards the door.  "Think about what you're saying, Trish.  You're
being crazy." And with that she went to the kitchen to find some breakfast.

   There was a plate of eggs on the counter for her, and, knowing that
there was a camera on in the room, Alysha kept her hands appropriately in
front of her naked body and bent over to eat her breakfast directly from
the plate with no utensils or hands.  Their life here was good.  How could
Trish being thinking the sorts of things she was thinking?

   Their man came home from lunch and Alysha assumed it was to make good on
his promise, but that wasn't it at all.  Instead, he took her to the
bathroom and sat her on the toilet, tying her hands tighter and also tying
her legs together.

   "Learn from your friend's mistakes," he told her.  Then he left and
brought Trish in.  He took the other girl to the bathtub, forced her to her
knees, and bound her to the faucet.  He then turned the shower water on it
so it poured directly over the girl.  He got himself naked and stood in
front of her, not closing the curtain so that Alysha was almost compelled
to watch.

   "You missed a beautiful moment for your friend last night, bitch," he
said to Trish, smacking her hard across the face.  "You should have been
there to share in her joy." He hit her again, harder, following up with an
immediate back stroke.  "But instead you had to be a homesick little cunt."
As the water continued to stream over the humiliated little girl, he
started to rub his penis around her face.  "You want to be homesick, I'll
make you homesick." He struck her again, so hard this time that her nose
started to bleed.

   This excited him so much that he was immediately hard.  He pried the
girl's mouth open, and slid his cock in deep, choking her but not letting
her escape.  Her blood and saliva poured out over him as he held her head
and fucked her face.  "You're my slave, bitch -- my property.  You don't
have a mom or dad anymore, you have me."

   Then, that quickly, he came, pouring it down her throat until she
gagged. When he pulled out of her mouth, he left her there, panting,
bleeding, saliva and semen pouring down her face.

   "She stays there," he said, picking Alysha up in his arms and taking her
to the bed.  He lay her down, but left her bound.  "I'll be back tonight."

   All afternoon Alysha lay, tied up and naked, listening to Trish cry in
the increasingly frigid shower water.  By the time their man came up, Trish
was repentant, and he took her lovingly in his arms, drying her off and
cleaning her up.  He brought her to the bed, lay her beside Alysha, and
covered her in blankets.  Then he untied Alysha, and guided her out of the
room.  "She needs some sleep now,' he said gently.  "It's been a long
couple of days for her."

   He guided her to his own bedroom.  It was someplace the girls were very
rarely admitted.  She didn't get to see it this time either, because before
he let her in, he tied a blindfold around her eyes.  "The arrangements are
a little different this time," he said.  "I'm getting extra money so that a
friend of mine can watch you lose your anal virginity and me take my first
piece of tail." He caressed her cheek softly.  "He thinks it would be extra
hot if you were prepared a certain way, so..."

   The blindfold stayed on, and once in the bedroom, he put her in a big
fuzzy bathrobe.  He walked her blindly over to the bed.  She stood by the
foot of the bed, naked except for her bathrobe, her hands bound, her eyes
blindfolded.  She heard her man leave, and was very careful not to move in
his absence.  When he returned, he was not alone.  She heard the two men
speak.

   "Not a blonde?"

   "No, but incredibly pretty nevertheless," her man answered.  She felt
him grab her hair, pull her head back a little and kiss her lips.  His kiss
was hard, rough.  He sucked her lips until they started to swell.

   "Let's see the rest of her."

   The bathrobe was opened, and her man turned her around, apparently
displaying the midline of her nakedness to his friend.  Her bound hands
were in front of her, but she was careful not to obscure cleavage or her
young pussy.  She was well-trained in the art of showing herself off.  This
was how she made her living, so to speak.  A moment later, the robe was off
and she was naked except for the rope and the blindfold.

   "She's hotter than she looks at first," the stranger commented.

   Her man said nothing, but turned her around slowly so the man could
appreciate all her beauty.  After one slow revolution, he kissed her again,
just as roughly.  This time he pawed crudely at her fifteen year-old cunt,
trying to loosen her up with his awkward foreplay.

   In a moment, he stopped and she heard some rustling.  It sounded like he
was sitting on the edge of the bed.  She felt his hands clasp her hips and
pull her backside to him.  This must be the moment, she thought.  And
indeed she felt his fingers spread lubricant on her asshole as if to
confirm.  It wasn't long before he was pulling her down onto him and she
felt the tip of his cock pressing at the tight gate to her rear entrance.
But the guest stopped him.

   "Take off her blindfold."

   "What?"

   "I want her to be looking at my face when you take her ass for the first
time."

   Reluctantly, her man agreed, reached up, and undid her blindfold.  The
stranger wasn't unattractive, and Alysha did as told.  She looked at his
face, as she again felt the cock pressing on her rosebud.  As if practiced,
it was the moment her eyes actually locked onto the stranger's eyes and her
man's dick finally had its way.  He plunged in -- and hard.  She screamed.
It burned towards the outside and ached on the inside.  And then as he
began to work in and out, he reached around in front of her and stuck a
finger up inside her pussy.  She could tell that at points his finger and
his cock could almost feel each other through her thin inner walls.  That
thought aroused her, and as he hit a rhythm, she began to enjoy the
still-painful sensation of being fucked in the ass.

   "God, I can't believe I've waited this long," her man grunted.  "Bitch,
your ass is so amazing." He spanked her with his free hand.  The talk
continued, as did the mild spanking.  Alysha watched the stranger take out
his cock and start rubbing himself to erection.  When he was fully hard, he
spoke for the first time in a while: "Alright, my turn."

   As if on cue, her man finished himself off with her ass.  It wasn't
particularly sexy, more like he was masturbating himself with her girl
flesh, but he came hard, deep inside her ass.  When he had, he pushed her
down onto the robe.  The stranger came up to her and looked down at her
thin, feminine curves.

   "I arrested a girl like you once," he said, getting behind her and
caressing the shape of her waist and hips.  "I almost fucked her ass in the
back of the squad car, but my partner got back before I could." He rubbed
his cock around her spermy asshole.  "My wife won't let me do this to her,"
he said.  "So I did one of my daughter's friends once after a swimming
party.  Fucked her ass in my bed and wiped her clean with my wife's
panties."

   He grunted loudly and kept caressing her as he bent over and sucked on
her ass cheeks.  "I saw my daughter get it in the ass from her boyfriend
once.  I so badly wanted to go in and have some sloppy seconds." He sucked
her man's sperm out of her asshole.  "But I didn't." He drooled the sperm
back down onto her, and lined his cock up.  "But now I will, girl.  Now I
will."

   The man jammed himself in hard and fast, thrusting Alysha forward.  He
plowed her ass with all the pent up desire of a cop and a father, and he
came in time.  His orgasm was ill-timed, and he actually shot off before
re-entry, and was too limp then to achieve penetration.

   "Bitch," he swore, as if it were Alysha's fault.  He smack her ass hard,
and she toppled, her balance awkward with bound hands.  "Bitch," he said
again, smacking her across the face.

   Her man interceded, grabbing his wrist.  "I'm doing you a favor by
letting you experience my property," he said coldly.  "But you don't get to
damage that property."

   The stranger grunted without apology and rose.  He looked down at
Alysha's face.  "Whore," he said, spitting at her face.  The girl was
pleased that her man immediately pushed his friend out of the room.  A few
minutes later, he was back, and he had the fifteen year-old in his arms. 
He lay with her on his bed, and they slept.

   The next evening, Trish back in his good graces, their man took her ass.
No witness this time, just the three of them in the girls' back room.  He
had Trish on her back, her ass cheeks in his hands as he stroked in and out
of her with surprising force.  Alysha watched through her droopy eyelids
and was surprised to realize that Trish was looking at her the whole time,
and even more surprised to find that this made her smile.  She watched the
young girl's body jiggle and shake with the pounding she received, and it
struck her for the first time in how the site of her breasts bobbing
around, of her arching back, or her empty pussy, was not just pretty but
honest-to-god-attractive.

   And before she realized what she was doing, she gave their man his other
wish.  She was down near Trish, their faces inches apart.  And then she
kissed the other girl on the lips.  It was gentle, tentative.  But the
return kiss, while equally gentle, was confident and inviting.  This drew
Alysha more deeply into the kiss, and she actually found herself slipping
her friend the tip of her tongue.

   Their man quickly came inside Trish's ass, unable to sustain any longer
the barrage of sexual arousal.  When he pulled out, he started stroking
himself, trying to get a second erection.  "Keep kissing," he demanded.

   Alysha did just that.  She was uncertain why.  This was nothing she had
planned, but it was suddenly all she could think about.  She reached her
bound hands under her friend's head and kissed harder, deeper.  Their lips
danced together with a fluidity she'd never felt before.  They used their
tongues sparingly but with a delicate expertise that made each touch deeply
satisfying.  Incredible volumes of saliva swished around between their
mouths however, and soon was dribbling out and down Trish's cheeks.

   Their man was hard again, and he wanted more.  "Kiss her breasts," he
demanded.

   This request seemed a bit much to Alysha, but she freed her hands and
looked at her friend's chests.  They weren't bad to look at it Kind of
cute, actually.  But kiss them?  Then she remembered the way they looked
when he had been fucking the girl earlier, and she was turned on again. 
She dipped her head, parted her lips, and tasted jut the tip of one nipple.
It felt hard but a little soft, and its texture was fun in her mouth.  She
took the whole nipple in.  She'd kissed a woman's breast's before, but
never like this.  It was different with Trish.  And she'd never kissed the
nipple, just the flesh around it.

   "Holy fucking god," their man exclaimed, as he shot his load over her
face and Trish's tit.  "You whores earned your keep tonight."

   And with that he was gone.  And Alysha found herself still kissing
Trish's breasts.  And in fact, she found herself doing so with a sudden
passion.  She was leaving mark's on her friend's tender flesh.

   "Oh, Leeshie," the other girl moaned, arching her back.  "Please, baby,
please, I need you so bad right now."

   "What do you mean?" Alysha asked, kissing her fifteen year-old friend's
stomach.

   "Please, please."

   "Please what?"

   "Kiss my pussy, baby, please kiss my pussy."

   Alysha wasn't sure about this.  She slid her mouth down towards the
girl's mound and then lifted, pausing right over Trish's labia.  She
inhaled slowly, and found the scent strong yet both foreign and familiar at
the same time.  This mixture was intoxicating.

   "God, Leeshie, please," Trish begged.

   Uncertain and uneasy, Alysha lowered her face and placed a small
closed-mouth kiss on the other girl's outer lips.  Trish gasped and drew
her legs up while arching her pussy towards her friend's face.  This clear
sign of excitement encouraged Alysha.  She'd seen the other girl orgasm,
but she was picking up a level of sexual arousal from her right now that
she had never witnessed before, and the fact that it was she who was bring
this out of Trish was an amazing turn-on.  She parted her lips and began to
cover the other girl's labia with kisses.  She nibbled.  Her tongue got a
little involved.  And before she knew it, Trish's outer lips were
glistening from her saliva.  The sight, the smell, even the taste,
convinced Alysha to go on.  She reached her tongue out and used it to pry
Trish's inner lips apart, guiding one of them up to her mouth.

   "Oh god!" she groaned.  She couldn't believe how sweet and tangy the
taste was.  She licked and sucked again.  And again.  And again.  Each time
with more hunger, more fervor.  Trish lifted her legs and wrapped them
around Alysha's head, holding her face tightly in.  Being so closely
surrounded by pretty girl flesh was an intense experience for Alysha, and
she pressed her face in, towards Trish's clit, wishing her hands were free
so she could touch herself.  When she found her friends clit, it was almost
over.  The other girl screamed and flung her legs free, bucking hard under
Alysha's mouth.  It was like some joyful torture.

   Alysha licked, and sucked as well as she knew how to.  Apparently it was
well enough, because Trish didn't last long.  When she came, she screamed
again, and Alysha felt the other girl's pussy quiver around her face, and
suddenly her face was wet, drenched with love juices.

   And then she realized what had just happened.  She had just eaten her
best friend's pussy.  She was no lesbian.  What the hell was she doing? 
Overcome by denial, she flung herself to the side, curling up into a naked
fetal position.  She still felt pussy juices all over her face, still
tasted and smelled it all over her.  But she closed her eyes and tried to
deny that it had happened.  That wasn't her.  It wasn't who she was.

   She began to cry.

   And then she felt a pair of soft hand's stroking her body, and she knew
it was Trish.  She wanted to roll away from her, but didn't.  She just lay
there in a tight ball.  Then she felt a pair of soft, wet lips on her
shoulders, her back, her arms, her side, her neck.  Trish was covering her
with gentle, loving kisses.  And despite herself she groaned with a deep
pleasure and rolled onto her back, opening herself up to the girl.

   Trish kissed her tummy, her calves, her thighs.  And then Alysha opened
her eyes and watched the girl's pretty face slide between her thighs and
up, up, up towards Alysha's pussy.  She cried again, this time for a reason
she didn't understand.  She only knew that she was overcome by the site of
Trish's adorable, round face moving towards the seat of her love.  It
wasn't just sexual; it was beautiful to look at.  Something she'd never
experienced and didn't entirely understand.

   But she did understand what to do, and she spread her legs as widely as
she good, in a lewd display for her friend.  She watched, both aroused and
intrigued as Trish's puckered lips kissed all around her pussy, her tongue
darted out occasionally to apply wet pressure to sensitive skin.  After
thoroughly soaking her mound, and the hyper-sexual flesh between her pussy
and her ass, Trish reached up with her bound hands and pried her friend's
wet pussy lips apart.

   "God, you're as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside,
Leeshie," she cooed, almost crying.

   "Trishie!" Alysha screamed as the other fifteen year-old plunged her
mouth down.  "Oh god I'm not going to last long."

   "Don't hold back," Trish begged.  "Let yourself go, sweetie."

   "Oh god, oh god."

   "Cum for me, Leeshie, cum for me."

   "Oh, Trishie!" And she did.  She bounced up, her ass shook, and she
squirted high and hard, like a geyser all over her friend's face and
beyond.

   "Leeshie!" Trish exclaimed with delight.

   "Oh, Trishie," Alysha repeatedly.

   Trish crawled up her friend's body and kissed her, their mouths mingling
saliva and one another's juices.  "Let's go.  Let's leave."

   "What?"

   "Let's get out of here."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Let's be together, maybe.  No more of this life.  Just you and me."
Trish's kisses were hard and demanding between her words.  "That's all I
really wanted.  I wanted this life so I could be with you, Leeshie.  I love
you.  I always have."

   "What about your mom?"

   "That would be sexually exciting, but it's you I love.  And now . . .  I
don't think I could ever have sex with anyone but you again, not and truly
be excited."

   "But, Trishie, how do we -- ?"

   "We just go.  We just go."

   "But we're naked, and our hands are tied, and he'll find us."

   "What's he going to do, report us missing?"

   As scared and uncertain as she was, Alysha knew it was true.  This
moment had changed her life.  She was, in fact, a lesbian.  And she was
falling in love with her best friend.  This was precisely who she was, and
she knew that she too could never really go back to the lifestyle of sexual
slavery.

   "Ok," she said.  "Let's go!"

   Together, the girls opened their window and climbed out.  Feeling the
night air on their bodies was exhilarating.  Neither had been outside for
quite a while.  They looked around and then just ran.  Naked, hands bound,
they ran through backyards.  In one yard they found a shed and used a pair
of garden shears to cut their ropes free.  In another there were some
clothes hanging to dry, and Alysha started to pull them down.

   "No," Trish said, stopping her.  "Not tonight.  Tonight, I want to see
you as you are now.  My love, exposed boldly for my eyes.  Tomorrow we can
steal some clothes."

   "What are we going to do, Trishie?"

   Trish thought a moment and then started off.  Alysha followed, and they
wound up in the unlocked backroom of a small restaurant.  And there, among
the boxes and bottles, they curled up, together and naked.  They kissed
again, softly, and each pressed a free hand up to the other's warm mound
between her legs.  And they were smiling as they drifted off to sleep.

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