Part 14

As with most days Lana Phillips woke with a start from a falling dream. For a moment, she panicked, not knowing where she was and sandwitched between two unfamiliar bodies. After nearly hyperventilating, she realized she was breast to breast with her own mother, both of them completely naked, and her father’s enormousness was lodged between her bubble bottom cheeks.

She was on the floor, laying on a thick green and black comforter in the Cokely living-room. The manhood pressing on her rosebud begged entry again, something it had done several times throughout last night.

Lana’s bladder ached terribly. The effort necessary to extricate herself from the middle of a human knot almost had her lose bladder control. Finally, and without having woken her parents, she managed to make it to the downstairs half-bath to which she padded hurriedly and relieved herself.

The memory of last night flowed back into her mind as soon as Lana returned to where her parents lay. Mom had rolled into Lana’s former spot and was now spooned in Dad’s lap, probably with his erection poking her as he’d poked Lana.

Last night, Lana had been so scared as Dad took control and had Lana in more ways than Lana’s inexperienced mind could have imagined. The one she remembered most vividly was kneeling astride her mother’s face as Dad impaled her rectum, and Mom consumed her sex, fingers inside Lana’s love canal. She had felt so weak, but Dad supported her in his strong arms as she gushed all over Mom.

Lana’s ruptured hymen still hurt a little from last night, but it was a good hurt. Lana had called Mom “baby” and Dad “Daddy” something she had never, ever done even when she was little. She had tasted Mom’s nipples for the first time in fourteen years and Mom’s sex for the first time ever! She’d had Dad’s penis in her mouth, and tasted his seed. She’d explored that amazing thing with fingers and mouth with utter fascination for as long as she could when it was soft and hard.

In spite of last night’s gymnastics, or perhaps, because of them, Lana felt energized! Awake! Alive! She felt Glorious! She also felt sweaty, sticky and gross. A shower would be nice. But would she wake anyone if she went upstairs? Should she wake her parents? No… don’t think so… let them sleep. At least, for now.

Lana held her large breasts to keep them from bouncing as she always did when she walked up stairs. They were too heavy, and if she did not, her back always hurt. Big boobs might get a girl a lot of attention, but they could definitely be annoying. On the landing, she was surprised to hear water running. The light was on in the girls’ room and wide open door revealed it to be empty. The Bathroom door was ajar just enough so that Lana could hear horse whispers coming from inside. Tina and Dana were obviously up and showering. Thinking they’d be okay with the company, Lana simply slid in. What she thought she’d find was just a couple of sisters washing up. What she saw took her breath completely away!

Martha Cokely and her daughter Christina were engaged in an erotic embrace with a lip-lock not unlike the ones Lana had experience the night before with her own mother. Dana was intermittently kissing them both and embracing them both at their sides. What was more, Martha’s eyes were wet with more than just shower spray, there were real tears flowing down her cheeks.

Lana was frozen in arousal and embarrassment as Martha broke from Tina and gave Dana a kiss at least as deeply. Eyes closed, Tina lay her head on Martha’s shoulder facing Lana. When, after a few moments, Tina opened her eyes to see her friend, she smiled a preciously delicate little smile.

“Oh,” Martha said after Dana gestured, alerting her mother to Lana’s presence. “Good Morning Lana!”

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to intrude…”

“It’s alright,” Martha said soothingly. She ducked her face under the shower to wash away the tears. “Come in. The water’s still hot.”

Dana took Lana’s hand and guided her into the shower, then turned on the fourth shower head.

“At least, I don’t think we used all the hot water,” Martha said hopefully. She slipped out of the shower as Lana began to wash her hair and dried. After that she impaled herself on the Enema Master ™ next to the toilet.

There was an uncomfortable silence as Dana dried herself and Tina rinsed her still soapy body.

“I…” Tina and Lana spoke at once for a few unintelligible words which ended in giggles.

“You first!” Tina said.

“Okay,” Lana agreed. “I lost my virginity last night to my Dad…”

“Duh!” Tina said, and the two giggled again with Martha and Dana snorting on the sidelines. “Last Dana and I looked in on you three, you were writing around on the floor downstairs like worms… it was so cute!”

“Was it good?” Dana asked.

“It was heaven!” Lana sighed. “Dad was… amazing! Mom was… well, amazing!”

“Look! She’s glowing!” Tina mused.

“I’m so happy for you!” Martha said earnestly. She’d extricated herself from the wall mounted Enema Master™ and put her hands on Lana’s cheeks, brushing Lana’s lips with her own. “It’s good to be in love, isn’t it,” Martha said softly as she looked into Lana’s eyes.

“Yes,” Lana breathed. And yes, I know why Mom loves you so much, Martha! I’m so happy you’re her lover! Lana only thought those things, but said them fully with her eyes and somehow, she knew Martha heard her.

“Well…” Martha said. “Your Gramma has my new lingerie, so I guess I’ll have to make due with the old standby.”

“What’s that?” Lana asked.

“Mom has this beige bikini she always wears to sun herself,” Tina said. “From a distance, she looks naked.”

“That’s not all bad,” Martha said.

“No,” Tina said. “Just disappointing. Mom, why don’t you wear my things? They’re in the dryer.”

“What will you wear?” Martha asked.

“I’ll wear your house dress.”

“Gramma will berate you over that.”

“Or I’ll go naked. I don’t exactly care what Gramma has to say about anything right now. Think Mr. Daniels would rather I just go naked?” Tina smirked to Lana.

“You owe Mr. Daniels a spanking,” Martha said. “You promised!”

“Uhm… Mom, are you serious?”

“As a heart attack! You do want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“No butts! You promised!”

“But…”

Martha held up her hand. Then she turned to Lana. “I couldn't get you to talk these two out of volunteering, could I?”

“What?” Lana said, dropping the soap.

“We’re volunteering,” Dana said. “Tina wants to… and… I won’t live without Tina.”

Martha teared up again as she wrapped herself in one of those huge fluffy towels.

“Please talk to them, Lana!” Martha said as she slipped out, a little sob in her voice.

“Tina! Why?” Lana asked.

“Because Mom really wants the same thing Jeanine wants with you! Deep down, she truly wants me and I think Dana too! But Dana…”

“Dana, maybe I get Tina! But you have Bart!” Lana looked from Dana, to Tina, and back to Dana.

“Tina and I made love last night, Lana. You weren’t there! You can’t know the connection we have! It’s beautiful! I won’t live without her. And… it’s true. Mom wants us to go with her. She really does want us… she’s just being selfless…”

“Mom’s very conflicted, I think,” Tina said. “Naomi was tagged yesterday…”

“What!?”

“She was. Mom spoke with her on the phone and your Mom masterbated her while Naomi was spitted. She wanted to be with Naomi. I’ll go with her in Naomi’s place. The only problem is that with Dana coming too… Deborah gets what she wants! But in the end, Mom’s more important…”

“Danm!” Lana said. It was truly how she felt on the matter. Martha was Mom’s best friend for most of Lana’s life, and now she was her lover… Mom would not be happy with Martha upset… “Did you end up telling Martha about Deborah raping Dana?”

“How’d you know?” Dana asked from her place seated on the Enema Master™.

“Wild Guess,” Lana said. “Martha was… different somehow. Like you shared secrets.”

“That we did!” Tina said.

Lana found herself admiring Dana’s breasts. They were round, but pointy. Different from her mother’s jutting points, but also perfect for her body, the way Martha’s were for here own. Neither woman was large breasted. None of the Cokely girls were. That honor went to some of, but not all of, the Phillips girls. Tina’s breasts were the same size as Dana’s, but instead of being pointed they were perfect globes… like succulent fruit.

Lana found herself wishing she had more time. Less than eight hours from now she, and her two friends would begin their journey to the roasters and become succulent meals for the town of Poppyfield. Experiencing intimacy with Dana and Tina, those two loving sisters had just become Lana’s fondest desire. They were already acting like wives to each other, Lana mused. Loving them would be a wonderful way of expressing her happiness for them. As Tina finally impaled herself on the Enema Master™, Dana kissed her, and Lana saw, for the first time, that Tina, not Dana, was the submissive one. It was exactly he opposite of what she’d expected. God they were beautiful together.

“Lana,” Dana said when Tina was free. “We’re going downstairs to make breakfast.”

“And coffee!” Tina added.

“Should we check next door on the slumber party?” Dana asked.

“Oh… yeah… that…” Lana said. In spite of having missed her favorite movies, she was glad she’d been with Tina last night. “No, I’ll go. I have to tell my sisters about my volunteering anyway…”

“You haven’t done that yet?” Tina asked.

“Nooo…”

“Neither have we!” Dana reminded.

“Oh, yeah…” Tina said.

“I’ll just get your sisters over here… Do you know the Newbire girls?”

“No… who are they?” Tina asked.

“They’re at my house. I have no clue who they are… Anyway, I’ll go.”

“K-K” Dana said, and the two left.

Lana finished her shower, dried, and took the time to use the Enema Master™. It was set low, like the one in her own home, for use by pre-teens. Some underground feminist groups called the device a “rape machine” that was designed to train little girls how to submit and be meat. Lana loved it, and had since her mother had first put her on the thing six years ago. She always felt refreshed inside afterward, and often used it twice a day.

Wrapped in one of the Cokely’s plush towels, Lana slid from the bathroom into the hall to find Martha, towel at her feat, talking to her father and husband.

“Daddy!” Martha was saying emphatically. “Deborah raped her! And now…. I don’t think they really want this! They seem to think I do!”

“Don’t you?” Chester asked. He was fully dressed in his usual pleated old man pants, crisp white shirt and bowtie. Only Mr. Finney’s large hands were Don Cokely’s equal. Next to him, Don Cokely stood nude, towering over both his wife and father in law. His erection looked particularly beautiful to Lana. It was not fat, like her father’s, but it had girth and a lot of length.

“We can’t stop them,” Don said quite evenly and business like save for maybe a hint of crack in his voice.

“I can,” Mr. Finney said. “I was actually making other arrangements for the two of the last three licenses. But if Tina and Dana insist on volunteering, I won’t stand in their way, Marty. They truly love you, I think, and that has far more to do with it than Deborah.”

“Daddy! Please!” Martha said. “I…”

“Marty,” Mr. Finney said. “You want them, I can tell. You’re lying to yourself when you say you don’t. But I’ll tell you this; I’ll hold back the licenses till the last minute. If you can change their minds before then… we’ll see. Alright?”

Martha threw her arms around her father’s neck and smothered him with kisses. “Thank you!” she repeated between smacks.

Lana slipped down the stairs, apparently unnoticed and found her parents in the Kitchen sipping coffee while Dana and Tina sliced fruit. Dad was at the table in only his boxers watching the three females. Mom was resplendent in her spectacular yellow lingerie chatting with animated gusto to the two Cokely sisters. Dana had on her lacy pink bra and panties while Tina wore Martha’s hideous pink, snap-front housedress.

“…oh my God, that’s amazing!” Mom said. When she saw Lana, she handed her the shimmering black lace underthings that she’d stripped off Lana the night before. “Lana! Did you hear? Tina and Dana are going with us!”

“I know!” Lana smiled, moving to Dad’s side, her emotions mixed having heard the conversations upstairs. Dad had slipped a hand under Lana’s towel to her bare bottom and slender hips with affectionate caresses.

When Mom lunged forward and planted a smothering kiss on Lana’s mouth, complete with invading tongue, the towel fell away.

“I want to make love to you in front of everybody!” Mom declared. “The whole town!” Lana melted into Mom’s arms returning her kiss like a newborn puppy licking at her mother’s mouth. Dad’s hand poking at her bare bottom got Lana’s attention.

“You could do that, I think,” Dad said, grinning. “It’s not like I’ll be arresting you for indecency. Just don’t get carried away.”

“Isn’t that illegal anyway?” Dana asked.

“Not strictly,” Dad said. “Wanton public sex is, yes. But there are exceptions and the Police do have circumstantial discretion under the law. Men, for instance, are not supposed to expose themselves. Women can get away with it more often than not, fashion being what it is.”

“Pastor Bob was hoping he could bring down his flock of Christian Nudists today,” Lana told him.

“Who’s Pastor Bob?” Dad asked.

“Isn’t that Barbie’s dad?” said Dana.

“Yes,” Lana said. “He really wanted to bring down his family.”

“Oh… hmmmm…” Dad said. “To what end?”

“I think he was hoping to bless the event…”

Mom and Dad looked at each other.

“That would be a very nice gesture,” said Mom. “And Martha did tell Helen it was clothing optional. She didn’t say naked females only!”

Dad made a face. “I guess I better get on the horn and let the chief know so we don’t have pandemonium here. Lana, have you run this by Martha yet?”

“Run what by me?” Martha appeared, once again, wrapped in her towel. It reminded Lana to pick her own towel up. Lana repeated things for Martha as she did so. “That is so sweet!” Martha exclaimed. “Maybe he can marry Tina and Dana! Do you think he would?”

“Mom!” Dana exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I’m serious!” Martha said. “If you two are lovers you should be married before you get spitted. I won’t get to see any of my daughters get married otherwise…”

Tina and Dana were standing there in shock, looking at each other, then around at everyone.

“You know, you guys,” Lana said as she began putting on her bra. “It would be kinda nice… not that Pastor Bob will do it, I have no idea. But if he does, you should… don’t you think?”

“I never thought about it!” Dana said, then Jeanine and Martha began expressing their insistence that it was only right. Tina stayed completely silent, amazingly enough, and so did Don while Dad, lucky for him, was on the phone with the Police Cheif. In the middle of it all, Chester Finney came down with Beverly who once again wore her slate gray knit dress with the oversized turtlyneck.

“I’m off to pick up our wayward pair,” said Mr. Finney. “They’ll have been sorry they missed all the excitement!”

“You sure you don’t want me to come?” asked Beverly.

“No,” Chester said. “It’ll be faster if I just go alone. I’ll never be able to corral all three of you at once.”

Dad hung up the phone. “I just invited the Chief of Police to our little party…”

“All we need is the Mayor,” Don laughed.

“Oh,” Chester said. “He’s coming. I met with him yesterday.”

“Are you serious, Dad?” Martha exclaimed, then after he nodded added; “Good grief. Is everyone in town coming? We’ll have to roast the whole neighborhood to feed everyone!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Marty! I’ll be back in short order,” Mr. Finney said as he strode out of the kitchen toward the front door.

“Well,” Mom said. “We should go wake up the gaggle next door. C’mon Lana. I’ll probably need your help.”

“Send my girls home,” Martha said. “We have more than enough fruit for everyone.”

“Including the Newbire girls? There’re six of them!”

“Yes, sweetie! Them too!”

Mom kissed Martha’s cheek, grabbed Lana’s hand and drug her out the back door into the chilly morning air that caused Lana’s skin to pimple. The back door to the Phillips home was unlocked, as it always was, and the noise from the front room smacked Lana’s ears as the “gaggle of girls” were obviously primping and cackling at something or other.

When Lana and Mom slipped into the front room all eleven girls there popped up. The six Lana had never met before were blonde, tan, tall, and obviously much younger than her sisters Lorrie and Lindsey. They looked a little lost at the sight of the two newcomers. All present had obviously been playing with makeup, extravagant eye shadows and eyeliners with gaudy lipsticks that seemed to be mismatched on each and every one of them. Lana almost laughed out loud at their ridiculous appearances. But the Cokely Girls, as well as Lorrie and Lindsey surrounded them asking where Lana had been, what was happening, any news?

“What did you do to your faces?” Mom asked. “I thought you girls knew how to use makeup!”

“We were testing colours!” Cory Cokely said.

“Well it’s not working!” Jeanine smirked. “Okay, Cokely girls! Go wash your faces before you get home. Your mother wants you!”

Sandy, Cory and Melanie all ran into the kitchen to wash their faces while Mom assumed control over the remaining girls while she told them about Tina, Dana and Lana’s volunteering to be roasted. Lorrie and Lindsey were increadulous over all of it. Lorrie especially.

“I can’t believe this!” Lorrie accused Lana. “You talked her into it, didn’t you!”

“She had nothing to do with it,” Mom said. “Lana is doing this for me! Tina and Dana came to the decision on their own! They’re lovers now, by the way, and you’ll be happy for them!”

“What!?” Lorrie exclaimed.

“This will give the Blakely girls a lot to talk about,” Lindsey grumbled. “I can just see Colleen now… oh, and you guys’ll get it from Eileen,” she told the younger Newbire girls. “She’s the worst of the lot! They’ll be cackling about this for years!”

“So what?” Said Lorrie. “Who cares about Mrs. Blakely or her brood. Colleen isn’t attracting any boys and isn’t that good in school and will probably be going to the butcher shop by the end of the year. Lana! I can’t believe you stole Tina from me! How could you?”

“I didn’t,” Lana protested. “It was all about Mom! I swear!”

“Can’t you be happy for us, Lorrie?” asked Mom. “Can’t you please make some effort not to ruin this day?”

Lorrie started to talk, but stopped.

“I didn’t mean to steal Tina, Lorrie,” Lana said. “Seriously. It’s just that she was going to give Martha a Kobe massage and I wanted to learn too…”

“I got mine,” Jeanine beamed as she hugged Lana to her.

“Oh my God!” Lindsey exclaimed. “Mom! You and Lana? Really?”

With that, Mom held Lana’s chin and kissed her full on the mouth in front of five gaping girls.

“That’s so romantic!” Melanie exclaimed having come back in from the Kitchen.

“You think everything’s romantic!” chorused three of the tall blondes with Lorrie and Lindsey.

“What’s wrong, Melanie?” asked Jeanine.

“I forgot my slippers,” Melanie said as she picked them up and went back out head looking back over her shoulder in case she’d catch more action.

“Well,” Lorrie said. “At least we get to divide up your cloths…”

Lana snorted a laugh. She knew Lorrie didn’t really mean that. Well… maybe she did, but not maliciously.

“You missed the Creature movies!” Lindsey said. “ We got them because you like them!”

“They were great!” said one of the older blondes.

“Will someone please introduce me?” Lana asked.

Lindsey did the honors. The Newbire girls were two litters of three, fourteen and not quite twelve respectively, all dressed in little-girl style cotton underthings. Their bras didn’t even qualify as bras, more a sort of halter that was cut similarly to a sports-bra but simply thin fabric with printed flowers or teddy bears or whatever on them. The elder three were Pamela, Paisley and Patsy. All of them were tall, svelte, tan hard-bodies with ash-blonde hair, gray eyes and clear California girl faces. They had gently flared hips and hard round bottoms with breasts like upside-down tea cups of slightly variable sizes. The three stood almost as tall as Mom’s friend Chelsea, but not quite. The three younger girls were Ruth, Rhoda and Rhonda, all slightly shorter than Lana. Except for the fact that they were nearly flat-chested, they were basically miniature versions of their elder sisters. The lot of them looked perfect for a SURFER GRRL™ movie.

The Newbire girls turned out to be good company. Lorrie and Lindsey had obviously made friends they’d be close to, though the eldest were a full year younger than they were. It also turned out, to Lana’s utter amazement, that they were from La Joya, California, where they all had engaged in surfing competition since the tender age of five!

“We were getting bored with it,” Pamela after telling the tale. “Most of the girls we grew up with ended up the main course at the competitions. It was only a matter of time before we did. The So-Cal Mavericks roasted thirty girls last summer!

After everyone washed off the gaudy makeup, Jeanine led the lot of them back to the Cokely home for breakfast. Tea and Coffee flowed as well as orange juice. While everyone inside got acquainted with the new girls, Lana slipped outside into the still cool morning air only to find she would not be alone. Tina sat on the edge of the back porch deck staring off into space, still wearing that hideous housedress. Lana took her place beside Tina and leaned back on her palms as Tina did. When Lana looked over, she could see the dress she wore was unbuttoned down to her tummy revealing her round breast from Lana’s vantage.

Lana followed Tina’s vacant gaze and looked out across the communal yard. She lost count of the number of wood park benches, brand new, that had been set up yesterday afternoon. They were clumped in groups of four or five beyond the semi-circle formed by Mr. Finney’s roasters and prep tables. They’d been set up for effect, Lana mused. The long sides of both the tables and the roasters would allow the maximum number of people to watch both the preparation and the roasting of each doe. Beyond the picnic tables two homemade banners declared appreciation for the three mothers to be roasted today.

Lana looked at one of the tables. Will I get ravished by Mom there? Naked, orgasmic, humiliated and slaughtered? These thoughts made her tremble, moisten and tingle.

“We’re getting cooked today,” Tina whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Are you scared?”

“Terrified,” Lana said. It was the truth. When she thought about it even for a moment, she shuddered.

“Feel my heart,” Tina said.

Lana looked over at Tina, who continued to look off into space. Then she slipped her under the open dress onto the bare skin of Tina’s chest. Tina’s heart thumped like a jackhammer and raced like a humming bird’s. Tina’s hazel eyes beckoned Lana’s.

“May I kiss you?” Tina asked.

Lana responded only by moving her face toward Tina’s and met the girl’s lips. Tina’s hand gently guided Lana’s from her chest to her breast, which Lana cupped. The tender kiss they shared spoke of their new closeness. Lana tasted Tina’s desire to be taken and knew her conflict. Tina did not truly want to go, but she loved so deeply her mother that she could see no other way. Tina’s ridiculous antics even revealed themselves as an act of love for her sisters and her mother. They had always been a function of her humility, and Lana felt love for her now in that understanding.

“I feel like I finally know you…” Tina breathed after the two parted their lips. Lana, in her breathlessness, could only nod.

“Are you trying to seduce my fiancée?” Dana said as she took her place on Tina’s opposite side. “Ooo… It’s still cold out here!”

Both Tina and Lana giggled a bit, but said nothing even as Dana made it clear she Tina belonged to her with a commanding and deep kiss that Tina melted into.

“How are you feeling?” asked Lana after the two were finished.

“Good!” Dana said sharply. “I feel good! God… it’s like… I don’t know! Loved! I feel loved!”

“Aren’t you afraid?” Lana asked.

“Oh, God yes!” Dana exclaimed. “But… it’s really strange. I feel good about it! I feel good about everything. Mom was just telling Jeanine and Aunt Bev the same thing. Their all in there sharing kisses like you two were. Funny how that is, isn’t it?”

“I know!” Lana said. “It’s like I want to kiss everyone!”

“I know! I told the little brood, Tina. They’re all excited and scared and… Melanie’s beside herself. She wants to watch us make love!”

“She would!” Tina laughed.

“My mother, the exhibitionist, wants to have me in front of the whole town!” Lana smiled more to herself than to the others. “Can you imagine?”

“Yes!” the two sisters said in unison.

“You should let her,” Tina said. “I’d love watching you both.”

“Really!?” Lana said incredulously. “You want to watch ME? It’s not like I’m all curvy and sexy like you two… I mean, I have a boy’s figure with boobs. Even the Newbire girls have more curves than me!”

“Bull!” Dana said. “You have a sexiness all your own. Besides, your nipples make my mouth water!”

“All my sisters have big nipples like my Mom,” Lana said simply.

“My Dad couldn’t get enough of your nipples!” said a new singsong voice. The three girls looked up to see Barbie LeClerke leading Bart Haskell and another much younger boy who looked enough like Bart to be recognizable as his brother. All three of them wore g-strings and flip flops. Barbie’s top was a turquoise Sidewinders Jersey with both the collar cut to a tank top and also cut high enough so just the nipples on her high, firm and large breasts were covered. The underside of her breasts bounced nicely as flip-flopped up.

“Bart!” Dana leapt up and landed in his waiting arms, giving him a big kiss.

“Hey guys!” he said. “This is my younger brother, Dash! This is Lana and Tina and this lovely thing is Dana…”

Dash was much younger than his brother was also prettier than Bart, who was more handsome, with pre-teen freckles across his face and a very slender figure. As with Bart, he wore only a g-string to cover his sex, suspended in a small sack between his legs. Bart’s was larger, of course, but revealed him, to Lana’s utter surprise, to be completely hairless below his neck. Lana caught herself staring at the boys “packages”, especially Bart’s, which strained against its confines, before they both looked at her and caused her blush.

“Tina,” Barbie said. “I hope you don’t mind. I invited Roberta, my friend who likes you? I asked her to come.”

Tina’s face went ashen with a slight gasp.

“Uh… the one who always stares at me?”

“She’s really very nice,” Barbie assured. “A bit different. But nice. I think you’ll like her.”

Tina smiled delicately, unable to mask her expression of alarm.

“Oh no!” the three newcomers exclaimed when Dana told them the news of their volunteering. Bart was visibly upset.

“But… I hoped…”

“I know, Baby!” Dana said. “But I can’t live without Tina…” then she told them about how she and Tina had fallen in love the night before. While Dana had visions of her and Tina becoming a harem for Bart, Tina decided to get out of the way.

“I’d take the Harem! I’d bust my ass every day to make that work!” Bart said.

“Baby,” Dana said in sympathy. “It’s done. We can’t take it back. I wish it were different, but it’s not…”

Barbie openly wept, her perfect big and round breasts heaving under the high cut jersey.

“But we’re finally friends!” Barbie sobbed as she hugged Dana. “It’s not fair!”

“I wish I’d know how nice you are sooner,” Dana kissed Barbie on the cheek. “But It’ll be alright! I know it will”

“I just…” Barbie sighed. “ I wish… I was hoping you would be there tomorrow so Bart could come.”

“Why can’t Bart go now?” Tina asked.

“My dad won’t let me unless I’m with a girl,” Bart said. “He’s afraid it’ll spoil my chances in the NFL.”

“How does going to church ruin an NFL career?” Lana asked. “I thought it would be good for it.”

“Bart’s a nymph!” Dash said. “That’s why.”

“Butthead!” Bart smacked his brother across the crown to the boy’s giggles.

“What’s a nymph?” Lana asked.

“Uhm…” Bart said. “It’s complicated. But it’s not manly enough for the NFL. Dash! I’m gonna smack your tush!”

“Gotta catch me first!” Dash said, and Bart chased him around two clumps of picnic tables before he caught the boy and smacked his rear end three times.

“What’s a nymph?” Dana asked Barbie.

“It’s a boy with a girl’s soul,” Barbie said. “Bart found out two years ago in Africa. His dad was not happy about it. It’s why the Haskells left the church.”

“Really?” Dana looked at Bart as he returned, surprise on her face. He looked down, seemingly embarrassed.

“The masters say they must live as males,” Barbie continued. “But they have to experience being female from time to time. They feel as women do, they worry about everything… like girls. Anyway, it takes a very special girl to see them as they are and still love them.”

“Not so hot for me now, are you…” Bart said to Dana.

“But I am!” Dana exclaimed, and went back to him and into his arms. “I really am!”

“See?” Barbie said. “It’s not fair! I was hoping I’d get to be one of your bridesmaids.”

“Good Morning!” Martha sang as she strode onto the porch in Tina’s blue and white lingerie bearing a tray of bowls and mugs. “Girls, would your friends like breakfast? There’s coffee too!”

“I’d love some!” Dash said.

“Mom,” Tina said. “This is Bart Haskell and Dash Haskell and Barbie LeClerke.”

“Pastor Bob is her dad,” Lana said.

“Oh Yes! Hello!” Martha said as Tina took the tray from her. “My God, I want to thank you for saving my baby girl last night!”

“It was nothing, Mrs. Cokely,” said Barbie.

“Oh, it was something, all right. I know you and Dana have something of a history. It takes a lot to help someone who you’re not sure you want to help!”

“Dana and I… we’re…”

Dana moved close to Barbie, put her arm around her shoulder, kissed Barbie’s cheek, and looked at Martha. Lana could only smile at the look on Martha’s face that flashed only for an instant before Martha again composed her lovely, serene smile.

“Well, that’s just sweet. I’m so glad! Bart! I’m so glad to finally meet you!”

“Likewise, Mrs. Cokely.”

“Oh, Barbie. I just got off the phone with your father. He’s coming to bless us all! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Oh wow! I know he ran that by Lana last night,” Barbie confided. “That’ll make him very, very happy! I just wish everything was different. I was kinda hoping, with Dana and Bart and all… that I’d…”

“Get to be a Bride’smaid?”

“Yes, that too… but also that she’d be at church tomorrow to see me mounted…”

“Mounted?” Martha asked.

“Well,” Barbie said. “It’s kinda hard to explain. My Dad can do better, I think…”

“It’s a type of Christian Sacrament,” Bart said. “They mount a girl on a totem pole…”

“Oh! Is that the thing they did that special on last year? I think I remember it was three newscasters and some of their family… in San Francisco, as I recall…”

“That’s right,” Barbie said. “You saw it?”

“It was on TV?” Lana asked.

“On adult access,” Martha said. “It was very interesting. A little surreal. They do that at your church, Barbie?”

“For years,” Barbie said. “We were only one of, like, three churches in the entire country that did it for like… ten years? Now it’s getting more popular.”

“Amazing,” Martha said as she put her arm around Dana’s waist. “I’m so glad you came to see us all off. I… I heard what you did for Dana… Thank You!”

“It was nothing at all, Mrs. Cokely,” Said Bart, his eyes wet. “I’m in love with her… so…”

Lana excused herself before it all became too sappy to avoid crying and slipped inside. Don Cokely was on his way out with all the rest of his girls and all the Newbire girls in tow.

“…I was really hoping we’d get Morgan on the stick,” Frank Stoltz was lamenting. Chelsea, wearing a very simple off-white set of silk underthings, tummy bulging prettily on her tall and sinewy frame, leaned against her husband with his arm around her.

“Lana!” Chelsea exclaimed, escaping Frank’s arms and gathering Lana into her own. Lana put her hand on Chelsea’s belly, something she’d been wanting to do for a while now. “I’m so happy you’re going with your Mom! Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Lana said. “It is four, right?”

“Four!” Frank groand. “I still can’t believe it! We were talking and thinking you might help nurse them, Lana. Poor Chels is gonna be overwhelmed!”

“Sorry,” Lana apologized.

“That’s okay,” said Chelsea. “I’ll just eat one of your boobs so mine get big!” Everyone laughed at that.

“Does that work?” asked Lorrie.

“No, Sweetie,” said Beverly. “Sorry. It just doesn’t work that way… oh! Deborah’s here!”

All present turned to see Deborah through the window over the sink wearing her slate gray form fitting wool dress with the oversized turtleneck. She was done to the nines and looking fabulous with hair piled high on her head with dangles, makeup as if she were going to a ball and sparkling dangle earrings. Lana also noticed Tina, Bart and Barbie giving Deborah ‘the look.’ Beverly excused herself and stepped outside.

“Honey,” Mom took Lana’s hand. “No getting into it with her, alright? Don’t let her ruin the day.”

“Martha told you?”

Mom nodded. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Lana nodded.

“Promise what?” Lindsey asked.

“Nothing,” Mom said. “It’s nothing at all…” she clipped her admonition as Mr. and Mrs. Finney stepped into the kitchen.

Mrs. Finney was once again dressed in her classic blue dress with blue pumps, pearl necklace and matching earrings. The difference was she wore very nice makeup and hair very similar to how Deborah wore it. The upswept style of her hair fabulously displayed her pretty slender neck. She entered ahead of her husband and placed a paper shopping bag on the kitchen table along with her purse. In it, Lana could see the shimmering white silk underthings Mrs. Finney had purchased for Martha two days before.

“Hello, Liz!” Mom greeted her, as did Dad, the Stoltz’ and all three Phillips girls, the latter calling her ‘Gramma.’

“Good morning, Dear ones. Jeanine, did you manage to get any sleep at all last night?”

“Not much,” said Mom, smiling easily, not at all forced. “These two kept me up much of it,” she grabbed Dad’s hand and held Lana by the shoulder.

“Well,” said Mrs. Finney. “You look beautiful still, Jeanine. Chester told me you stayed up, but seeing you, I now believe you must not need very much sleep. And you, young Lana. How beautiful you’ll look with your mother. I’m so pleased to know you’re fulfilling her desire. It’s such a beautiful gesture on your part.”

“Thanks, Gramma,” Lana said, feeling herself slip easily into appreciation for the woman’s grace, even knowing what she knew.

“Well, it’s very sweet,” Mrs. Finney continued. “I had Chester take us to a little boutique I noticed and we picked up some items I thought might be useful.” She reached into the paper bag and pulled out a clear plastic spritzer bottle with orange tinted liquid in it and a very fancy label marked “Taste Right™ Skin Lotion.”

“Oh, Wow!” Chelsea said. “This stuff is like 40€ a bottle!”

“Really?” Lindsey pulled another out. “Lemon Delight,” Lindsey read. “It’s a skin marinade?”

“It’s the least I could do,” Mrs. Finney said. “It’s supposed to soak in and make the skin very, very soft, or, at least, that’s the tag line. But your skin has to be perfectly clean, of course. It’ will make it taste better… I’m not sure how.”

“…Soaks through the skin into the bloodstream to give your meat the tangy, sweet flavor of apple and cinnamon,” Lorrie read another.

“I thought of that one for Martha,” Mrs. Finney said.

“Honey Glaze, Teriyaki Glaze, Cherry Glaze, Apple Cranberry…” Lindsey said. “It’s a smorgasbord of flavors!”

“This one’s peach,” said Mrs. Finney. “Lana, did you not tell me two days ago when we went shopping your mother loved peach flavored things?”

“That’s perfect!” Mom said. “Thank you so much, Liz!”

“You’re very welcome, dear. I also had the presence of mind to purchase these,” Mrs. Finney extracted a pair of fire-resistant Kevlar handcuffs. “I have eight pairs, just in case… enough for all of us after we’re all nude…” her voice had a quivering timber in it.

“For you, love,” Mr. Finney said. “That would be now.”

Mrs. Finney looked at him, and nodded. “Yes, dear, of course.” She looked from face to face, then settled on Lorrie. “Lorrie, darling, would you be a dear and unzip me?”

Mrs. Finney turned her back to Lorrie, and all others present so Lorrie could do just that. Lorrie looked at Mom, who nodded, and approached Mrs. Finney’s back. The girl fumbled with the button above the zipper, then drew the zipper all the way down to exactly where Mrs. Finney’s tailbone lay. The open back of Mrs. Finney’s dress revealed only bare skin. Mrs. Finney wore nothing at all underneath, not even a bra strap. The older woman stood quite rigid for a moment till Lorrie finally got a clue, and slipped the dress off Mrs. Finney’s shoulders and the dress fell, pooling around her feet. Mrs. Finney stepped out of her dress and blue pumps at once and Lorrie had the presence of mind to collect both off the floor.

When Mrs. Finney turned back around ever so slowly, she wore her right arm across her bare breasts and her left hand over her pubic mound. Lana saw Mrs. Finney’s lower lip trembling with her eyes downcast in shame. Mrs. Finney handed ever so competent Lindsey the Kevlar handcuffs Mrs. Finney had left on the table, nodding from the girl, to his wife. Lindsey understood immediately and moved around behind Mrs. Finney with wet eyes as the emotion in the room rose. Lana, at Mom’s side, pressed herself into Mom’s arms as Mom also held her tightly. A glance at Mom told Lana she wasn’t the only one openly weeping.

Lindsey drew back Mrs. Finney’s right arm, revealing her breasts. The woman was fifty six years old, and, even though her breasts did, in fact, sag a bit, they were still a lovely example of feminine mammaries. They were quite reminiscent of Martha’s breasts. They jutted, but not quite so much. The nipples were a lovely pink, her complexion fair, very much like Martha and her girls’ skin.

When Lindsey pulled Mrs. Finney’s left hand away from her pubic mound Lana saw the current fashion back east. Mrs. Finney wore her dark pubic hair trimmed up so that it only covered the very top of her cleft, complete with noticeable silver hairs glistening. Above that, it extended in a tall and wide patch of hair. Tall, in that it extended from the top of Mrs. Finney’s cleft about a third of the way toward her belly button. Wide in that it only left, on the edges, two narrow expanses of bare skin between the edge of her pubic hair and her hip bones. Below was a perfectly smooth and lovely cleft very much like the baby smooth pubes Lana had seen on Martha, Dana and Tina. The skin was pink, as if it had only just been waxed this very morning.

When Lindsey brought Mrs. Finney’s wrists together behind her back, Mrs. Finney gave out an audible sob. Lindsey was weeping quietly and openly as she worked; Lindsey’s small-breasted boyish figure swaying back and forth as she did so.

“Thank you, dear,” Mrs. Finney finally said to Lindsey when the restraints were secure, smiling even as tears streamed down her lovely face. Elizabeth Finney looked splendid standing there in only here upswept hair and pearls. Lana was in awe of Mrs. Finney’s beauty. Whatever crime she may have committed, her helpless vulnerability somehow rendered her innocent. She stood there, her chin up, retaining her dignity even through the occasional tear that rolled speedily down her cheek that was both naturally and artificially blushed.

“Come, my love,” said Mr. Finney, placing his hand on her upper arm. “Let’s present you to the town.”

“Yes, Darling,” Mrs. Finney said. “Oh, before I forget. Jeanine, I took the liberty of engaging the services of both the makeup artist and the hair dresser that serviced Deborah and myself this morning. They should be arriving shortly. All your girls are paid for, so please do not be shy with them. You should look your personal best on the spit, do you not think?”

“Thank you, Liz!” Mom half exclaimed, half breathed. “Thank you for everything!”

“It was my pleasure, my Darlings…” she turned to her husband and with the poise of martyred Mary Queen of Scotts said; “I’m ready for my humiliation, my Love.”

“We’ll walk you out,” Frank Stoltz broke the mood ungracefully. At least he held the door open for them as he held his wife’s hand and Elizabeth Finney glided past him regally. When Frank had closed the door, and the Phillips family stood by themselves in the Cokely kitchen Lana heard someone holler; “Our Benefactors, Mr. Finney his wife, the beautiful Elizabeth!”

The unexpected thunder of applause brought all five Phillips to the window above the sink. Outside there was a throng of people, far more than there had been only scant minutes before when Lana had been outside. As expected, Lana saw a lot of mothers and girls wearing only underwear, men and boys in shorts and t-shirts escorted wives and sisters. Beverly Longford was there, wearing a rather tattered pair of panties with a cheap bra. At least she had the good sense not to upstage her sister. Deborah Longford, of course, was completely overdressed in her form fitting slate gray dress. Even now Cousin Deborah was being very touchy feely with Paisley Newbire, coaxing the poor girl into bashful blushes. Damn she works fast! What surprised Lana, but should not have, was that Pastor Bob and some fifty or so Christian Nudists were also there being, of all things, Christian Nudists. While the men and boys wore the same g-strings Bart and Dash wore, the women and girls were all naked wearing at most, a cross of gold or silver around their necks and a decal above their tail bones that read: “Naked for Jesus” or “Nude as God Intended” or “My Naked Body is God’s Temple” or any of a number of religious anecdotes.

“Who’s the naked fat man?” asked Lorrie.

“That’s Barbie’s Dad,” said Lana. “Pastor Bob.”

“Oh! That’s Pastor Bob?” Mom said. “We should go introduce ourselves,” she told Dad.

“Why’s he naked?” asked Lorrie, brows knitted.

“He’s a Christian Nudist,” Lana sighed, getting a bit exasperated with Lorrie’s tone.

“And since when,” Lorrie clipped Lana’s response. “Are Dana and Barbie all lovey-dovey? I thought they hated each other!”

“It’s a long story…” Lana started.

“You’re always so secretive!” Lindsey complained.

“Well, if you would stop being such a prissy shit I might confide in you more often!” Lana snapped.

“Girls!” Dad, himself, snapped sternly. “Enough!”

“But, Dad!” Lindsey protested. “She’s…”

“Enough!”

“Geeze, okay!” Lindsey sighed. “Okay! I’ll be nice. Lana, sweetie, I really wish, love, that you’d tell us, dear, what’s going on.”

“Alright,” Lana acquiesced. “Deborah raped Dana, and Barbie, Bart and Tina rescued her.” Lana almost laughed out loud at the look on her two sisters’ faces. “I told you it was a long story.”

“You left something out,” Mom said, and for a moment, Lana was terrified Mom would indict Mrs. Finney for her part in it. She need not have fretted, but was very relieved at Mom’s next words; “You were there, too.”

“Oh!” Lana said in her relief. “Well… yeah…”

“Oh my God!” Lorrie exclaimed. “What… what happened?”

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Lana explained. “Bart will probably tell you the whole thing later… or Barbie will. She’s actually very nice after all.”

“But, Lindsey, Lorrie,” Mom intoned as she always did when she was about to issue a decree. “No, and I do mean ‘NO!’ ugliness today. Do not get into it with Deborah, or anyone else for that matter. Do not ruin this day! Understood?”

“Yes, Mom,” Lana’s sisters droned, causing Lana to smirk.

“Now give your mother and your sister a loving kiss, girls,” Mom commanded. “Come here…”

Mom gathered Lindsey and then Lorrie into her arms and gave each of them their very first open mouth kiss. Lana watched as each of her small breasted sisters who always looked a little boyish even to Lana melted with such femininity in Mom’s arms, poor things. If they only knew what Lana had endured… no, wrong word… how Mom’s fingers and mouth could play their libido like a concert pianist plays a piano… yes, that’s how it had been. They were only getting a taste, a very small taste, of that experience.

And for that, I’m meat, Lana thought, the price of ecstasy.

Lana took Lindsey’s face in her hands and looked into her sister’s dark eyes.

“I love you, Linds,” Lana told her softly and steadily. “I always will.”

Then Lana tasted Lindsey who was like a little girl to Lana’s mature woman; even though Lindsay was a full two days older than she was. Her lips were docile, submissive and sublime. It occurred to Lana that this was how she, herself, had been with Mom.

Parted, Lana smiled at Lindsey, who gave her sister a smile like a child who’d just been praised. Poor Linds… you didn’t see that coming, did you!

Lana turned to Lorrie. But instead of being submissive, Lorrie took matters into her own hands, literally. She attacked Lana’s mouth with a gusto Lana struggled to respond to even as Lorrie’s hands met Lana’s breasts and squeezed them and pinched Lana’s nipples almost causing Lana to faint. Finally, Lana managed to send her tongue deep into Lorrie’s mouth and her own hands pushed up Lorrie’s red bra exposing her small breasts and big nipples to Lana’s attention. The combination of Lana’s fingers and tongue won the day over Lorrie, who had no idea who she was dealing with. Lorrie moaned, and after they parted, Lana noticed Lorrie’s red panties were wet in the crotch.

“Oh, God!” Lorrie said as she adjusted her bra. “Oh, God!”

“Beautiful, Lana!” Dad said. “Beautiful.”

“They are,” Mom wept. “They are!”

“Are we ready?” Dad asked.

“My panties are wet,” Lorrie complained.

“I’m sure they’ll get wetter,” Mom said.

“You can always strip off,” Dad suggested. “You’d fit right in with Pastor Bob’s group.” Lorrie smirked at that. “Then let’s go meet your fans,” Dad added. And with that, the Phillips family made their way outside.