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 Chapter 3: Angela & Gretchen

   Angela was finishing up cleaning up her part of the lab.  Most everyone
had left hours ago, but a few here and there were still wrapping up
whatever projects they were working on before the weekend.  Angela had run
behind this afternoon when a government oversight inspector had showed up
unexpectedly.  Rochelle had left early so was not available to deal with
the inspector, so it was up to Angela to deal with the fury of questions
and reports that were needed to satisfy the inspector.  Angela didn't
really mind, she was familiar with everything going on since she was
Rochelle's assistant.

   Gretchen Samuels had stayed late to help Angela finish.  The two teased
and played with one another as they went about their tasks.  When they
finished the two were going over to Rochelle's house for the night. 
Rochelle didn't know Gretchen was coming too, but Angela knew that she
wouldn't mind.  Angela felt the stirrings of sexual desire in her loins as
she fantasized about what was going to happen tonight.  Angela pictured the
inevitable orgy that always developed among herself, Gretchen, Rochelle and
her two daughters, Amber and Ashley.

   Angela returned to the lab from returning samples to the specimen
cooler. She found Gretchen kneeling with her thighs spread very wide on the
floor her mouth was wide open and her tongue was sticking out.  Her hands
placed behind her back and a quickly made sign written on a note card in
black sharpie taped to her chest that read, "Deposit cum here" with an
arrow pointing up to her open mouth.  Gretchen's eyes met Angela's and
sparked with mischievous lust.

   Angela felt her girl-cock respond to the erotic sight in front of her.
Her hands cupped her own breasts, feeling the nipples harden under the
shear thin blouse she wore as she thought of the sexy little redhead's lips
sucking on her penis.  She was excited and wanted to just run over and
start rubbing, sucking and fucking like crazy, but Gretchen liked other
things and Angela had learned to like to play her games at times.  It was
funny to her that knowing Gretchen and learning about dominant and
submissive behavior had cause her to realize that she was submissive to
Rochelle.

   Gretchen was smart, boarding on true genius but very shy & friendly and
also a total sexual submissive.  She was almost as danger to herself, She
would let her sexual partners do anything to her.  Gretchen had an almost
total lack of self preservation, was a nymphomaniac, and was less than
picky about whom she allowed to use her body.  Before getting involved with
Angela and Rochelle, Gretchen had almost gotten herself killed on more than
one occasion from over zealous partners.

   Angela posture changed as she strutted down the isle of lab equipment,
beaker and test tubes, closer to the kneeling Gretchen.  She stopped in
front of girl and pulled the front of her lab coat open the front of her
skirt was already starting to "tent".  With her red tipped nails she ran
her fingers over the hard cock under the fabric before lifted her skirt out
of the way so her penis was only inches from Gretchen's waiting mouth. 
Angela looked at Gretchen and saw her raw need to lean forward and suck on
the member in front of her face.

   Angela's cock grew longer and thicker unit it touched Gretchen's face.
"Is this what you want little one?" Angela asked as she shook her hips side
to side, the tip of her penis drawing a line of already forming pre-cum
back and forth across Gretchen's top lip and cute button nose.  Gretchen
excited only nodded in response.  "Do you want me to slide this hard cock
into your mouth?" Gretchen just answered quickly "Yes Mistress" before
snapping opening her waiting mouth again.  Angela continued her questions
"Do you want me to fuck your throat and fill your belly with my cum?"
Gretchen just shuttered, her own penis growing almost painfully long and
hard at the thought of being used by Angela.  Her pretty girl-cock had
lifted her own skirt so that the head of her girl-cock was clearly visible
at the same time she felt wetness from her pussy ran down her smooth
thighs.

   Angela slowly pushed her penis into Gretchen's mouth.  At the first
touch, Gretchen cupped the head with her tongue, tasting Angela, then
relaxed her throat muscles, but did not move otherwise, Angela was in
charge and Gretchen waited until her mistress gave her permission to
pleasure her.

   Angela loved the feel of her cock in a warm wet mouth.  Looking down
into Gretchen's gorgeous upturned green eyes that begged for permission to
please her chosen mistress was almost too much to bear.

   Angela really didn't get into master and submissive games, neither did
Rochelle, but both of them really like Gretchen and so they learned to
participate and even enjoy her desires as long as they didn't go too far.

   Angela met Gretchen about a year ago.  It was shortly after she and
Rochelle started to see each other outside of work.  Gretchen had started
with Metrodyne right out of college just like she did.  and was assigned to
their department.  Rochelle & Angela took the shy timid girl under their
wings and soon developed a friendship.  They also were quick to invited
Gretchen to join them during Sexual Release Breaks.  At that time they did
not know if Gretchen's sexual preference and were concerned at the way
Gretchen held back during these sessions.  The two attributed it to shyness
and nerves, so the two did as much they could to try and pleasure her and
make her feel accepted, but that only seemed to make it worse.

   About two months later, Angela was spending the weekend with Rochelle
and her daughters when her cell phone rang in the middle of the night.  The
sobbing mumbling voice on the other end was unidentifiable.  Angela had to
coax the hysterical caller into learning that it was Gretchen and she was
scared and hurt very badly, barely able to talk, and in severe need of
help..

   Getting in the car Rochelle and Angela and kept Gretchen talking on the
phone, Rochelle called the police as they raced Rochelle's car down the
highway towards downtown.

   Gretchen's directions were not very good and they had to search for
longer than they would have liked.  Gretchen had gone silent and would not
respond.  They finally found her down an alley in the club district.  She
was lying unconscious in a pool of her own blood, naked in the cool night
air.  Gretchen's breathing was short and shallow.  She was covered in
bruises and many, many cuts, some so deep, bone was visible in the wounds.

   Angela knew basic first aid, but this damage was way beyond anything she
was prepared to deal with.  Her hands shaking but doing what she could to
stop some of the bleeding, Rochelle ran to the end of the alley and flagged
down the police and ambulance that they had called.

   Gretchen spent weeks in the hospital after quite a bit of surgery, and a
month in recovery before she could return to work.  When questioned by the
police and then later by Angela and Rochelle, she was terrified and refused
to say who it was that did this to her.  It was at this time that Angela
and Rochelle learned of Gretchen's sexual leanings, and that things like
this had happened before usually on accident since Gretchen failed to
establish a safe word with her partners, and in the heat of play things got
too far.  Because of the lack of evidence and the fact the Gretchen refused
to talk about what happened, the case was dropped

   The girls got Gretchen into counseling and were even asked by the doctor
to join in helping Gretchen to get mentally healthy.  They were to be
Gretchen's only sexual partners, allowing Gretchen to have her sexual
submissive needs met in by caring and loving friends safely and through
counseling sessions heal her issues.

   It was determined that Gretchen should move in with Angela after being
released from the hospital.  She was scared of being alone, and Angela also
liked the company.  The two grew very close and came to love one another
very much, but Angela's heart belonged to Rochelle.  And as long as
Rochelle was ok with the arrangement, Angela enjoyed the benefits of having
Gretchen as a willing sexual partner.

   A couple of months ago, Gretchen moved out on her own.  This was part of
her self recovery.  Re-building her own self value and preservation.  It
was a tear filled goodbye, but both women knew it was for the best.

   Angela gave Gretchen an almost shy smile before nodding her head. 
Gretchen closed her eyes and pushed her head onto Angela's girl-cock.  The
long phallus slid unimpeded down her throat.  It felt to Gretchen as if
Angela's penis was halfway down her chest.  She looked up into Angela's
eyes and with a visible winkle in her eyes withdrew the cock now wet with
saliva her hand trailing afterwards.

   Gretchen's slow, disciplined actions disappeared at her mistress's
allowance.  Her body sprang into motion.  Her hand wrapped around the shaft
and became a blur of motion as it slid up and down its length that was
slick with her saliva.  Her lips, teeth and tongue assaulted Angela's
girl-cock, using her throat as a pseudo-pussy to literally fuck the cock in
her mouth.  Her other hand slid up Angela's smooth thighs and slid two
fingers into the tight, hot wetness of her pussy.  Gretchen's fingers
pushed harder and harder into Angela's body, soon she was able to slip a
third and then a forth finger into the petite pussy that was under the
girl-cock she was sucking on.

   Angela's head rolled back and her mouth hung open in a silent moan.  She
was amazed at how quickly Gretchen could bring her off.  She imagined that
it was because Gretchen was entirely committed to the event.  That she was
interested in getting her mistress to cum at any and all costs.

   Gretchen folded her thumb in tight and her hand formed a point, her head
bobbed on Angela's girl-cock in the same rhythm as her hand as it stretched
and pushed into the tight opening of Angela's pussy.

   Angela squatted and pushed down on Gretchen's hand, desperate for the
stretched full feeling she loved so much from being fisted.  Suddenly the
resistance of her pussy on Gretchen's hand gave way and the redhead's
entire hand disappeared inside Angela's body.  Angela reached down and took
her wet penis from Gretchen's eager mouth and jerked herself off hard and
furious while fucking herself on the arm sticking out of her pussy. 
Gretchen used her free hand to masturbate her own steel hard girl-cock. 
She closed her eyes and pictured Angela cumming on her face, and on her
tits.  The mental images caused Gretchen to shutter with anticipation. 
Gretchen watched more than half her forearm was now deep inside Angela's
stretched pussy and with every downward thrust, Angela was driving herself
further onto her arm.

   Angela was lost in another world that consisted of only her penis and
the fist in her pussy.  Her only mission was to cum as hard and long as she
could.  Her hand was a blur on her girl-cock and she was rising and falling
on Gretchen hand hard and fast.

   "I'm cumming!" Angela screamed as the muscles in her vagina clamped down
on Gretchen's arm, holding her captive in its velvety grip.  Seconds later
she leaned forward and aimed her throbbing penis at Gretchen's erect
girl-cock.  Torrents of white cum landed on Gretchen's hand and penis as
she stroked herself faster.  The thought of jerking her girl-cock while its
covered in another woman's cum sent Gretchen over the edge, her own
eruption of sperm splashed wildly as she continued to masturbate with a
fevered pitch.  Her spunk landed on her own stomach, breasts, and also
coated Angela's calves and feet.  Slowly, Gretchen pulled her soaked hand
and most of her forearm from Angela's pussy.  When she was free, Angela
sank down the edge of the wall, coming to rest on her ass as she tried to
get her breathing and heart rate to return to normal.  Angela's mind
returned slowly to the real world as she felt Gretchen licking her own cum
from her legs and feet.  Her tongue playfully searching Angela's toes for
any traces of her cum, she may have missed.  Angela smiled at how Gretchen
managed to look so innocent while doing something so wantonly sexy.

   The two women cuddled for a few minutes before finally separating and
with wide grins pulled and tugged to straighten their clothing and going
about the business of shutting down computers and turning out the lights.
Finally the two walked hand in hand out of the Metrodyne R&D Facility to
the employee parking lot.  As the two finally separated with a lingering
kiss, Angela said "Follow me to Rochelle's", "Ok, sweetie." was Gretchen's
eager response.

   A deep rumble and a sudden very high pitched buzz broke the silence. 
The intensity grew of the sound grew painful for their ears.  Both women
ran into one another's arms, but this time from fear and uncertainty than
lust.  Hugging each other and scanning the surrounding area for the source
of the noise.  Both women were becoming nauseous when from behind them a
deafening explosion rocked the very earth they stood on, knocking both
girls to the ground.  Angela looked over Gretchen who was laying in her
arms to see that Metrodyne, the very building they were in only minutes
before ripped apart with only twisted metal ruins mostly obscured by ash,
dust and flames.

   Debris rained down around them before Angela regained her senses. 
Grabbing Gretchen by the arms she shouted "Come on, the fire is spreading,
we have to get out of here." Gretchen followed the instructions without
question.  The two frightened women ran hand in hand to Angela's car. 
Fumbling through her purse for her keys seemed to take an eternity as
several smaller explosions off in the distance could be hear.  While her
panicked hands searched she watched the flames spreading closer.  Finally
her fingers found the car keys.  Quickly unlocking the doors and getting in
she thrust the key into the ignition as Gretchen cowered in the seat next
to here.  Turning the ignition the car made only a weak whirl but failed to
turn over.

   Again Angela tried to start the car and again nothing happened.  Both
women looked at each other with fearful eyes as something large slammed
onto the hood of the car cracking the windshield into a network of web like
lines.  It was a body, a human body on the hood.

   With a determination to help who every it was on her car, Angela got out
of the car to see who it was, and if they were still alive.  Angela was
stunned at the sight before her.  The dark haired woman on the hood lay
very still.  The amazingly beautiful woman was clothed in a silver one
piece body suit that was burned, torn, ripped and bloody.  Short shallow
breaths caused her very amble chest to only slightly rise and fall.  Blood
leaked from dozens of cuts and scrapes all over her gorgeous body.  Burns
in her skin tight outfit showed other deeper wounds and what Angela thought
was a gun shot wound.

   Before Angela could really take in the extent of the raven haired
beauty's injuries, The woman's eyes fluttered open and in little more than
a whisper said "Help me!" Angela was snapped out of a daze as she heard the
girl speak.  She felt the heat from the flames rapidly approaching at her
back.  "Gretchen!" Angela yelled, "Help me get her into the car"

   The two women quickly and carefully maneuvered the woman into the car,
small groans of pain escaped the lips of the unconscious girl as they
managed to get her in the front seat between them.  Gretchen had her
cradled in her arms as Angela once again tried to start the car, but again
the engine refused to turn over.  She was trying over and over, tears of
frustration and fear rolled down her cheeks.

   She and Gretchen could run, but they would not be able to get the girl
out of harms way.  Suddenly the girl's hand reached up and touched
Angela's. A shocking arc of blue lightning raced down her arm and the car
suddenly roared to life.  Angela's hand still tingling from the sensation
that lingered from whatever the girl did to her.  Angela decided to deal
with questioning the event later.  Throwing the car into gear and slamming
her foot on the gas the car took off quickly as Angela weaved and steered
through flames and debris.

   Gretchen saw the small blue electric arc that traveled down the girls
hand and into Angela's.  Some how that "spark" is what started the car. 
She felt the girl fall into unconsciousness once again after the car had
started.  Stroking the nameless girls hair as a means to not only comfort
her, but herself as well, Gretchen caught the scent of wild flowers on a
warm summer day from under the smell of flames, smoke, sweat and blood
coming from the girl in her arms.  She felt a tingle in her groin at
holding the mysterious girl to her.

   Gretchen felt a streak of shame because she was becoming aroused while
holding the injured helpless female.  But despite the girls injuries, as
her eyes traveled over the perfect proportions of the girl her girl-cock
stiffened under her skirt even more.

   Gretchen shook away the lust filled daze and looked up to see where they
were.  They had just pulled onto the highway they were still driving a
little too fast, for some reason Gretchen knew they should go to the police
for help and get the girl they rescued to the hospital, but something else
urged her to find someplace safe to hide, to avoid the authorities.  Angela
needed to slow down.  Gretchen watched as Angela's attention was split
between the road and the girl leaning against both of them.  Angela was
breathing deeply from her nose and Gretchen was shocked to suddenly feel
the car slow down to normal posted speeds .  she also noticed that Angela's
hand was softly rubbing the thigh of the girl in slow, tender circles. 
Gretchen also saw Angela's penis was also as erect as her own and had poked
up visibly from her skirt.  Gretchen licked her lips and remembered the
sweet taste of Angela's girl-cock, which she had sucked less than an hour
before.

   As Angela pulled away from the flame engulfed property of Metrodyne, she
was shaking with fear and adrenaline.  She had an overwhelming thought to
get away, to get someplace safe.  She only thought of Rochelle's home as
safe and headed that way without questioning.

   Angels caught a scent that reminded her of wild flowers on a sunny day.
And as she drove she looked at the girl they had saved.  Her skin tight
outfit hid nothing of the amazing curves of her body.  The damage and
injuries from the explosion to such perfection upset her greatly.  Her hand
went to give a comforting touch to the girl but when she touch the girls
thigh she became aroused.  She could feel her penis growing under her
skirt. She reached down and uncovered herself.  Her shaft and cock head
bloated with desire.  She shook her head and reprimanded herself.  She
admitted she was a pervert, but this was so far beyond her character she
was appalled.  As she drove onto the highway, she refused to even look at
the girl, but she didn't even realize that her hand did not move away from
her thigh.  She had to get to Rochelle, she would know what to do, They
would all be safe with Rochelle.  Angela realized she was speeding and
slowed down just as several police cars raced past, lights and sirens
wailing towards the direction they had come from.

   End Of Chapter 3

   Chapter 4: Echo...cumming soon