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Authors name: Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)
Story title : Harper Valley USA - The Makeover

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Harper Valley USA 6 - The Makeover (FF, F+/m, rom, voy, 
1st, pantyhose)
by Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)

***

This is the sixth chapter of what will be a continuing 
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a 
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose 
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not 
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the 
obvious incest themes. Each chapter will be written 
predominantly from the point of view of one member of the 
family.

***

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction 
containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between 
adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is 
consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest 
or sexual relations with underage children. The story is 
written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who 
are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not 
to read this.

This is the sixth chapter of what will be a continuing 
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a 
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose 
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not 
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the 
obvious incest themes.

Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point 
of view of one member of the family. We hope you enjoy 
it. Please send your comments and suggestions.

Your friends at Filthy Fiction... 

Story codes: (F/F, F/F/m, inc, family, pantyhose, cum, 
oral, solo, squirt, voy, exh, bi, slow, plot, cons, rom)

Harper Valley USA
By Filthy Fiction

Chapter Six


The Makeover


Shelly lounged between the soft rumpled sheets, with her 
legs swaddled in the same smoky gray pantyhose she'd been 
wearing all morning. Her blankets always felt more 
comfortable with her legs bundled in a lush pair of 
soothing pantyhose. She easily spread her silky thighs 
and lightly began dragging her gentle fingers over her 
frustrated clit. The cozy nylon snuggled her from her 
writhing hips down to her curling toes. 

For the life of her, Shelly couldn't stop thinking about 
letting Jonathan fuck her in the ass. An hour had passed 
since then. Yet, the lingering throb was a comforting 
reminder of what a total slut she could be. The pain 
didn't matter nearly as much as proving how much she 
would suffer for his pleasure. The warm rush of cum that 
flooded her ruptured asshole was all the reward she would 
ever need. 
 
As she quietly lied there reliving every moment, her 
grazing fingers absently teased her horny pussy well 
beyond the dew point. She squirmed under the warm covers, 
fidgeting with her moist cunt, with only a hazy sense of 
her building pleasure, when a rush of heat suddenly 
consumed her with the urgent need to make herself cum as 
hard as possible. 

Her swollen clit reached out impatiently. She skillfully 
slid her fingers over her hairless mound. Her smooth 
fingers brushed, circled and patted the jutting bulb, 
prompting a flurry of feverish gasps and rapturous moans.

Her rhythmic fingers tirelessly stirred her toward a 
strong, lust-driven climax. Her mind swarmed with images 
of Jonathan in the kitchen clutching his stiff hard-on. 
The sight of his beautifully extended cock revealed in 
Shelly a new hunger that longed to have any part of her 
body used when and how he wanted. She rubbed her clit 
harder. She remembered how Jonathan desperately begged to 
fuck her, how he dropped to his knees, crawled between 
her legs and zealously used his entire mouth to lick, 
suckle and worship her dirty asshole.

Her ass reared off the mattress in a violent fit of 
climactic throes. She groaned, whimpered and breathlessly 
panted her son's name. Her rotating fingers refused to 
stop. One orgasm wouldn't be enough. Another wave crashed 
over her. Her ears deafened from the roar of blood 
rushing to her brain. The fiery tingle of her smarting 
asshole melded with the euphoric blows of a second 
intense orgasm. 

Shelly woozily sank back into the cushy bedding, sweaty 
and out of breath. She lazily rolled over onto her side. 
Her drowsy eyelids slowly faded to a close. The sudden 
cacophony of her sputtering telephone jarred her from her 
stupor. She wearily reached over and pulled the cordless 
to her ear. After a resounding yawn, she grumbled against 
the receiver, in a raspy, irritated tone. 

"Hrrrmmm," she groaned. "Hullo."

From the other end, Shelly instantly recognized the mousy 
tone of her older sister's voice.

"Oh," Kayla said, in an anxious patter. "I'm sorry. 
Didn't mean to wake you. Thought you'd be up by now."

Shelly smacked her lips together and held her eyes shut. 
Her long hair shielded most of her sleepy face. "I've 
been up," she mumbled. "Just needed to lie down for a 
while. Couldn't sleep though. So I took my kitty for a 
walk."

"When did you get a cat?"

"No, silly," she said. "The other pussy."

"Oh," Kayla said nervously. "You mean, you were..." She 
stopped herself short of saying it out loud. "Oh, I see. 
Well, umm, I guess I could just call you back after 
you...you know, whatever."

"Already did," Shelly said. "Twice."

Kayla swallowed. 

"Oh, all right," she said. "Well, uh, I know this is last 
minute, but umm...I was kind of hoping we could meet 
earlier today."

"Earlier," Shelly wondered with a frown. "What for?"

"I'm just nervous about tonight," Kayla said. "I thought 
maybe I could bring the kids over now, and then we could 
go out somewhere and talk."

"That's fine with me," Shelly replied, "But Jonathan is 
the only one here right now. Greg's down at the bar 
watching the Trojans game. Tiffany's out with friends. 
Not sure when she'll be back. No later than seven, I'd 
think. Do you mind leaving the kids here with Jonathan 
alone?"

After a short pause and a long sigh, Kayla gave in. "I 
guess it would be okay for a little while. I really need 
to see you. I'm so nervous about seeing Peter again. The 
last thing I want to do is screw this up."

"And how do you think I can help?"

"I'm not sure exactly," Kayla said, "But I've seen how 
men drool over you." She paused, measuring her words. 
"Frankly," she added. "I've always been kind of, umm... 
jealous, I guess. You just have this aura around you that 
men can't resist. I've never had that. Just once, I'd 
like to know how it feels."

"It's really not that complicated," Shelly calmly 
explained. "I just know what men like. I can almost read 
their minds. That's how it is with me and Greg. I never 
wait until he asks me to do something. I sense what he 
wants, and no matter what it is, I just do it."

"I should've been able do that with Peter, too," Kayla 
said, with a guilt-ridden sigh. "God knows, I must have 
taken a dozen psychology courses in college. I should 
already know what men want. So why do I feel like I don't 
have a clue?"

"Well, for one thing," Shelly said. "It has nothing to do 
with your education. You just need more confidence. And 
you won't get it from a book."

"Yeah," Kayla said, with a sniffle. "You're probably 
right. But I'm sure I'd have plenty of confidence, if I 
looked more like you."

"Not true," Shelly said. "Looks aren't everything. 
Feeling good about yourself is way more important."

"I know," Kayla answered bitterly. "But being a hot 
blonde with a killer body doesn't exactly hurt either."

Shelly rolled her eyes. Kayla had been griping about her 
looks since Shelly was 13. That was the year when, 
seemingly overnight, Shelly bloomed from a training bra 
to a full C and completely eclipsed her older sister's 
average-sized handfuls. 

"C'mon, Kay," Shelly said. "Don't be so down on yourself. 
It's not like Peter just married you for your cooking. 
I've tasted your meatloaf."

Kayla scoffed. "I beg your pardon. If I'm not mistaken, 
your daughter raves about my cooking all the time."

Shelly shrugged. "Only because I don't like to cook. Just 
because you make the effort, that doesn't make you Martha 
Stewart."

"Could you just finish your point?"

"Yes," Shelly said. "It's simple. If you want to change 
your luck with men, then all you need to do is change 
your image." 

"Hmm," Kayla said. "You mean, like a makeover?"

A devilish smile crept from the corners of Shelly's 
mouth. "Mmmmm, no," she said. "Not exactly. I was 
thinking of something more like...slut lessons."

Kayla laughed. "Do you really think you can teach me how 
to be a slut in less than six hours?"

Shelly flexed an eyebrow. "Miracles have been known to 
happen," she said. "The question is...are you up for it?"

"I'm not sure," Kayla said, hesitating. "I'd be lying if 
I said I wasn't scared. You know how nervous I get around 
guys. I'm sure that explains why Walter Crenshaw broke up 
with me senior year. I still can't believe that jerk only 
waited two hours to ask you out."

"Yeah," Shelly said regretfully. "I always felt bad about 
that. I didn't even know he liked me."

Kayla sucked her teeth. "See what I mean. That's exactly 
what I'm talking about. Men fawn over you all the 
flipping time and you barely even notice." 

Kayla paused for a calming breath, then mildly spoke 
again. "How's Walter doing anyway? Still teaching wood 
shop at Tiffany's school?"

"Yeah," Shelly said. "Although there was a rumor that he 
might have gotten involved with one of his students a 
while back."

"Involved?" Kayla anxiously repeated. "You 
mean...sexually?"

"Yes," Shelly replied, unable to resist mocking her. "I 
mean...sexually. Jesus, Kay, you can't even say the word 
sex without sounding like you're in pain."

"I know," Kayla said. "I really need help. Will you help 
me, Shell?"

"Of course, I will," Shelly said. "But there's one 
condition."

"What's that?"

"If this is going to work," Shelly said gravely. "I'll 
need you to do everything I tell you. There are probably 
going to be a few moments when you'll feel that I'm going 
too far. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

"I think so," Kayla said. " If you can help me get Peter 
back, then I'll do whatever it takes. I still love him 
more than anything. I can't imagine my life without him. 
I need this night to be perfect."

"It will be," Shelly said. "Just leave everything to me."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Kayla and Peter Walsh had been separated for about a 
year. If nothing else, their twelve previous years of 
marriage had produced their two children, Heather and 
Dylan, before Peter reluctantly agreed to move out six 
months ago.

While Shelly was generally considered the perfect girl-
next-door, who married her perfect high-school 
sweetheart, and then had a perfect little baby, all by 
the tender age of 21, her sister's fortunes had to be 
considered less than perfect. 

After Shelly's storybook wedding, Kayla had to suffer 
through four bitter years before she finally got her 
chance to walk down the aisle, some two years after her 
sister had already given birth to her second child. 

Naturally, the man for whom Kayla fell head over heels 
was the first man genuinely attracted to her tall pear-
shaped figure, her mild turquoise blue eyes and her 
straight natural amber-brown hair. His name was Peter 
Walsh.

One summer, while Kayla was visiting home from grad 
school, she reluctantly agreed to tag along with her kid 
sister for a night of drinking and club hopping down in 
the city. 

Around four o'clock in the morning, Shelly and Kayla 
staggered into an all-night diner somewhere in Santa 
Monica. Even after a few cocktails, Shelly's studious-
looking older sister still looked completely out of her 
element. She staunchly objected when a baby-faced blonde 
with cute dimples asked if he could join the ladies at 
their table. With shame in her glaring eyes, Shelly 
repeatedly elbowed her sister, until Kayla finally 
relented and told the young man to have a seat. 

An hour later, Shelly could barely get a word in 
edgewise. When they weren't longingly gazing at each 
other over their blueberry pancakes, Peter and Kayla 
laughed and talked as if they were lifelong friends. 
Shelly felt completely invisible. By six o'clock, she had 
to literally drag her big sister out of the restaurant. 

Kayla had told Peter that she lived in Cedar Springs, so 
Peter lied and told her that his family also lived in the 
valley. Kayla dated him for weeks before she finally 
confronted him on why she had never been invited to his 
house. 

When Peter finally confessed the truth that his mother 
had been raped and murdered, his father had become a 
violent drunk and that he'd ran away from several abusive 
foster homes, it only made Kayla fall in love with him 
even more. 

Two months later, Kayla suddenly announced her 
engagement. Shelly wasn't exactly thrilled with the news. 
The rest of her family was even less enthused. 

Despite being a happily married mother already, Shelly 
couldn't get over the way Peter continued to completely 
ignore her all the time. Obviously, to her, the man 
clearly had a huge ego problem. 

Meanwhile, Shelly's parents felt that Peter was a nice 
enough young man, but simply not good enough for their 
eldest daughter. He was obviously bright, but he had no 
direction, no future aspirations whatsoever. Kayla railed 
at the suggestion that she could ever fall in love with a 
loser. So, from then on, she set her sights on proving 
her parents wrong.

With her master's degree in education, Kayla got a job 
teaching social studies at a private school in ritzy 
Arcadia, about 20 miles east of Cedar Springs. Working 
for the wealthy school district afforded Kayla a large 
enough salary to put her husband through college. Six 
years later, Peter had a law degree from UCLA. 

Seven years after law school, Peter Walsh was one of the 
most highly sought after entertainment lawyers in 
southern California. The palatial, ultra-modern, chrome-
and-glass house, which Peter had custom built in the 
suburban hills, was twice the size and triple the cost of 
Greg and Shelly's modest three-bedroom abode.

Still, the more wealth and success Peter attained, the 
less time he seemed interested in spending with his wife 
and children. Kayla resented the fact that she had 
supported him throughout the lean years, only to be left 
feeling like she was no longer needed anymore. 

Lack of sex also left Kayla feeling unappreciated. At 20, 
Peter had obviously loved having a 25-year-old 
girlfriend. Yet, at 33, he didn't seem quite so enamored, 
as his wife steadily approached 40. 

Kayla had never quite succeeded in losing all the weight 
gained after two pregnancies. Compared to all the slender 
models and actresses with whom her husband often rubbed 
shoulders, she was no longer as cute and approachable as 
those few extra pounds had made her seem when they first 
met.

At five-foot-nine, with his blonde hair neatly coifed and 
his smooth face cleanly shaven, the hotshot celebrity 
attorney looked like a blue-eyed Boy Scout in a tailored 
Armani suit. He tired of always having to explain to 
every new client that came to his office that the 
matronly-looking woman in the photos on his desk was 
emphatically not his mother.

Still, any interest that Peter might have had in younger 
women was never made obvious to his wife. Of course, 
younger women were always interested in Peter. If he and 
his wife went for a night out, Kayla could always expect 
that at least one woman would casually stroll over and 
shamelessly flirt with him, knowing his wife was standing 
right there. Kayla got used to that. 

As she bundled his suits together for a drop at the 
cleaners one day, she couldn't help feeling that they had 
reached the point of no return, when she emptied his 
pockets and discovered a crumpled Hooters napkin with a 
phone number written on it in red lipstick. 

Peter explained that he took the number from the flirty 
waitress just to be polite. Kayla knew better. She still 
remembered that night when Peter had asked her to wear 
one of those tacky little uniforms during sex. She hoped 
that by asking Peter to move out for a while, it would 
force him to seriously rethink his priorities. 

After six frustrating months of hoping and waiting, all 
that it finally took for Kayla to lure Peter back home 
was a casual picnic lunch and the warm invitation of her 
radiant suntan pantyhose.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Thirty minutes after talking on the phone, Kayla and her 
two children arrived at Shelly's house in a white Lincoln 
Navigator. She pulled in beside her sister's plum 
convertible, taking the empty space where Greg normally 
parked.

The drive itself had only taken about twenty minutes. 
Kayla needed the extra ten just to herd her two hellions 
into the car. She didn't bother changing outfits, or 
fussing with her hair and make-up. That would have been a 
waste of time. 

Meanwhile, Shelly was still in her bedroom, pondering her 
choices for the perfect shopping ensemble. She hoped she 
could settle on something before Kayla and the kids got 
there. Her sister didn't live all that far away. Both 
families liked living close enough to help each other 
during emergencies, yet far enough to avoid lots of 
unexpected drop-ins. 

It wasn't as if Shelly and Kayla didn't get along. Kayla 
was just a lot more conservative. She didn't always agree 
with what she perceived as Shelly's overly permissive 
parenting style. She couldn't always keep her mouth shut 
about it either. However, petty arguments over Kayla's 
traditional values were a minor concern compared with 
what Greg and Shelly really had to hide. 

When Kayla finally rang the doorbell, Shelly trotted down 
the stairs and scampered over to the front door. She 
flung it open with one hand, as she struggled to slip on 
a sapphire earring with the other. 

"Hey!" Shelly said, smiling at the welcome sight of her 
niece and nephew. "Come on in!" 

Heather and Dylan rushed toward her. Shelly reeled from 
the force of their twin bear hugs. She kissed both of 
them on the head and smiled as she watched them race up 
to Jonathan's bedroom.

Shelly had settled on a silky wine-colored camisole top, 
with a plunging neckline that offered a staggering view 
of her large overarching breasts. Her open midriff 
temptingly revealed a narrow patch of golden skin 
centered by her dimpled navel. Her daringly short 
miniskirt firmly compressed her broad hips and thighs. 
Tight black spandex thoroughly stretched over her thick 
bulging ass. Her dazzling legs glimmered in the afternoon 
sun, glowing in a vibrant pair of lustrous nude 
pantyhose. Her minimal black sandals presented her 
girlish feet on pencil-thin, four-inch heels. A black 
leather Y-strap collared both ankles, with thin straps of 
black leather spanning across her hose-covered feet.

Kayla blushed instantly. "Oh, my God!" She said, gaping 
in overblown horror. "You never said anything about 
turning tricks!"

Shelly folded her arms. "What did I say to you on the 
phone," she admonished. "Didn't I tell you to trust me?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"But nothing," Shelly said. "If all you can do is 
criticize, then we can just forget the whole thing." 

Shelly paused as her eyes slowly scanned over her sister 
in a powder blue sweater set, loose-fitting gray knit 
pants and sensible brown leather pumps. 

"Besides," Shelly said derisively. "You shouldn't talk. 
You look like the fucking Church Lady."

Kayla twisted her face. Her voice rose to a higher pitch. 
"What's wrong with my outfit?" she asked, gazing down at 
herself. "This is what I'd normally wear to work."

"Exactly," Shelly said. "You look like a schoolmarm. I 
mean, don't get me wrong, it's a cute sweater, but let's 
be honest...that outfit wouldn't get you laid in prison." 

Kayla paused for a moment, then looked up in her sister's 
eyes. "Is it really that bad?"

"No," Shelly said. "I just had to get you back for that 
turning tricks remark. Though I don't see how you expect 
men to notice you, when you dress all prim and proper. It 
defeats your whole purpose. When you leave your house 
everyday, you should be one hundred percent certain that 
every man who sees you is only thinking about how much he 
wants to fuck you." 

Kayla shushed. "Not so loud," she forcefully whispered. 
"My kids might hear you."

Shelly threw up her hands and sighed with disgust. "Just 
forget it," she said. "I don't know why I thought I could 
help you. You're clearly not ready for this. Let's just 
forget the whole thing."

"Hold on," Kayla appealed. "Don't give up on me just yet. 
I didn't mean to insult you. I'm sorry. You know this is 
all new to me. At least, give me credit for showing up."

"I do give you credit," Shelly said. "I'm sure turning to 
your little sister for advice wasn't easy. I understand 
that. But you have to give me credit, too. I've been 
happily married for a pretty long time now. I must be 
doing something right."

Kayla let out a soft sigh. She bravely looked up at her 
sister and softly asked, "So where do we start?"

Shelly flashed a bright smile. She snatched her purse and 
instantly dashed through the front door. 

"Macy's ought to have everything we need," she said, her 
voice bursting with energy. "I think we should just keep 
it simple. All you really need are some nice trendy 
separates that we can mix and match. A couple skirts, a 
few tops, something casual, something dressy. Obviously, 
you'll need shoes. Then, we'll just put it all together 
and kick it up a notch!" 

Kayla seemed to approve of her sister's agenda. It was 
hard to feel otherwise. Shelly's enthusiasm was 
contagious. 

As they scuttled over to the driveway, with the mid-day 
sun beaming down on them, Shelly couldn't help commenting 
on Kayla's outfit. 

"God," she said, as if even asking was exhausting. 
"Aren't you hot in those pants? It's like 85 today."

Kayla shook her head as she waited for Shelly to unlock 
her car, a sparkling Mitsubishi Eclipse. 

"Not really," she answered, folding herself into the 
passenger's seat. "But if you're really concerned about 
the temperature, then why on Earth are you wearing 
pantyhose?"

Shelly answered mysteriously. "Ahhhh," she said, lowering 
herself behind the steering wheel. "Now, that's a good 
question...a good question with a really good answer."

"I'm listening."

"Well," Shelly explained. "It's like I said on the phone, 
the whole key to being sexy is just feeling good. And 
when I go shopping, nothing makes me feel better than 
wearing pantyhose."

Shelly purposely left it at that. She waited to see if 
Kayla would take the bait. Kayla responded to the 
pregnant pause with subtle curiosity. 

"Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling 
me?"

Shelly giggled in her own naughty way. "I thought you'd 
never ask," she said, with a twitch of her eyebrows. 
"Here, let me show you."

With that, Shelly slouched in the driver's seat and 
casually pulled up her skirt. Her pantyhose were 
completely smooth and not quite transparent. She felt no 
embarrassment as she offered her sister a virtually 
unobstructed view of her nylon-covered folds.

"These are seamless pantyhose," Shelly said. "They're 
kind of expensive, so I don't wear them all the time. But 
when I do," she paused, swooning and rolling her eyes. 
"Man, can I feel the difference."

Kayla quickly checked over both shoulders, then leaned 
for a closer look. "Hmm, they're really sheer," she said. 
"But they look awfully fragile."

"They're actually more durable than they look," Shelly 
said. "And they fit better because they're more elastic. 
They can mold to any woman's figure, which is really 
nice," she said, using her index finger to draw a big 
circle around her pussy. "Especially in this area right 
here." 

Kayla shook her head. "I don't understand."

"You will," Shelly said. "As we're walking around the 
mall, if you notice that I get the shakes for a few 
seconds, don't panic. Just blame it on the pantyhose."

Kayla's eyes widened with renewed interest.

"Hang on," Kayla said. "Are you telling me that these 
pantyhose can...they can make you do that just by walking 
around?"

"Especially when I rub my clit a little before I put them 
on," Shelly answered. "Then, before I slide them up all 
the way, I peel my lips open so the nylon will press them 
down and hold them apart. After that, it doesn't matter 
if I'm walking or sitting as long as my pantyhose keep 
rubbing."

"And exactly how does that help me?"

"I've got another pair in my purse," Shelly said. "I 
never know when I might get a run, so I always carry a 
spare. When we get to the mall, I want you to find a 
ladies room and put them on right away."

Kayla nodded. Yet, the frown on her face clearly 
indicated how lost she was feeling at the moment. "I 
guess I can do that," she said. "If you really think it 
will help."

"Oh, I know it will," Shelly said, nodding adamantly. 
"It's part of your first lesson. A real slut is always 
horny. You should be wet all the time. Your hunger for 
cock should ooze out of every pore of your body." She 
leisurely slouched back and dreamily caressed her silky 
thighs. "These pantyhose are the key," she added. "A soft 
pair of seamless pantyhose will keep your pussy nice and 
wet all day long."

"Hmmm," Kayla muttered. "I'm starting to understand. 
You're saying that I should be ready for sex at all 
times. Wouldn't that make more sense if I were single? I 
mean, it's not as if I'm oozing with hunger for just any, 
umm..."

Shelly smiled as her sister got all flustered. 

"The word is cock," she said bluntly. "And that's another 
thing. We really need to spice up your vocabulary."

"There's nothing wrong with my vocabulary," Kayla said, 
clearly offended. "I was a teacher for twelve years. I 
have a master's degree."

"Yes, I know," Shelly said condescendingly, "and we're 
all very proud of you. But you're missing the point. I'm 
not talking about your fancy college lingo. That stuff is 
easy to hide behind. What I'm talking about is the way 
your whole body tenses up just thinking about sex...let 
alone the impossible chance that you would ever say 
anything dirty."

Kayla sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I 
can't help it," she said. "You remember how angry Mom 
used to get whenever she caught us swearing or talking 
about sex. She would make us sit at the kitchen table and 
read the Bible for an hour. She had me so paranoid that I 
finally stopped swearing altogether. I've been that way 
ever since."

"Maybe so," Shelly said. "But you might want to watch it. 
You're starting to sound more like Mom everyday."

"Oh, fuck you!" Kayla fired back. "Don't assume that just 
because we grew up together that you automatically know 
everything about me. I'm not as uptight as you think I 
am."

"Hmmm," she said, grinning with approval. "So you do have 
some spunk left. That's good. I was getting worried." She 
shifted to face Kayla directly. "Now, why don't you try 
saying the F-word again, only this time, say it softer 
and add the word me, instead of you. See if you can make 
the F sort of drip off your lips, and hit that K at the 
end a bit harder."

Kayla lowered her head. Her eyelids gradually closed. She 
sucked in a deep rousing breath, then opened her eyes and 
steamily broke the silence. 

"Phhuckk meeee," she hotly breathed, in a sizzling tone 
that gave Shelly the chills. 

Shelly nodded with cool satisfaction. "Not bad," she 
said. "Now, say something else. Like a dirty word for 
vagina."

"Um, okay," Kayla said. "I think I've got one already."

"Let's hear it," Shelly said. "Make me feel every 
syllable."

Kayla nodded intently. Shelly watched with amusement as 
her wholesome sister geared herself up. Their eyes met. 
Shelly listened as Kayla lewdly coughed out a vulgar 
four-letter word.

"Cunt." Kayla said, as if she had loosed something stuck 
in her throat.

Shelly felt goose bumps. "Use it in a sentence."

Kayla bristled, then boldly answered. "Fuck my wet cunt."

Shelly gasped. "Whoa," she said. "Maybe I was wrong about 
you."

"I told you," Kayla said, beaming with pride. "I'm not as 
innocent as I look. Now, come on. I like this game. What 
else do you want me to say?"

"All right, big shot." Shelly said point blank. "Explain 
exactly what our mission is today."

Kayla thought for a second, then quickly answered. "To 
make me a slut."

"And why is that so important?"

"So Peter will want me again."

"No," Shelly said. "Wrong answer. Forget about what Peter 
wants. Tell me what you want."

Kayla leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. 
Softly, she answered, "To get fucked."

"What was that?"

"I said, I need to get fucked."

"Fucked how?"

"Hard!"

"With what?"

"Peter's cock!"

"And where do you want it?"

"In my cunt!" Kayla shouted and just couldn't stop. "I 
want his huge fucking cock deep in my wet fucking cunt! I 
want to suck on his big fat fucking dick! I want him to 
bend me over and fuck me like a dirty fucking slut!"

Shelly was awed into silence. She faintly smiled and 
quietly nodded toward her older sister with a deepened 
sense of respect. 

"Okay," she said, starting the engine. "I think we're 
ready to go shopping now." 


* * * * * * * * * * * *


Ten minutes later, Shelly and Kayla arrived at the Sierra 
Valley shopping center. Shelly loved to go cruising with 
the top down, so the drive alone had been pretty 
interesting. 

Handsome male motorists went out of their way to either 
smile or wave at the gorgeous blonde, with her dark 
shades and her sunny hair waving in the rushing wind.

As Shelly turned into the circular driveway, she 
explained to her sister that valet parking was one of 
many situations that offered a fine opportunity to 
practice the art of flirtation. 

No sooner had she said this, then a young Latino in a red 
vest promptly strode up to the car and opened Shelly's 
door.

"Hola, Mrs. H," he said with a broad smile. "Where've you 
been? Haven't seen you in ages."

Shelly smiled back. She openly spread her knees as she 
swung out her left leg and planted her shoe on the 
ground. She paused until she felt satisfied that the 
young parking attendant had been granted a good enough 
view of her hose-covered crotch. She swung out her other 
leg and quickly stood up, letting her tits bounce.

"Hey, Tony," Shelly said, greeting him warmly. "You're 
looking handsome as ever." She leaned forward to give him 
a friendly hug. His arms swiftly wrapped around her 
waist. Shelly showed no reaction when his hands slowly 
slid up her back. "So how's business?"

"Oh, you know how it is," Tony said, standing back. "Some 
days are better than others. But it's always a great day 
whenever I get to see you."

"Aren't you sweet," Shelly said, with a gleam in her eye. 
"So how is your little sister? Are you making sure she 
stays out of trouble?"

Tony shrugged and sighed. "Lisa's out of control," he 
said. "It's like she went boy crazy overnight. All I hear 
about is how she broke up with one guy, next day she's 
with another guy. I can't even keep all the names 
straight. Then, I heard some crazy story about her going 
to some party and getting screwed by two guys. I don't 
think it's true, but I just never know anymore. I've 
already had to straighten out a few of these scumbags. If 
she doesn't slow down, I'll be so busy handing out 
beatings, I'll have to quit school."

Shelly laughed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she 
said. "But, for what it's worth, when I was her age, I 
went pretty boy crazy myself. I think I turned out okay."

Tony smiled. "Yeah, I think you're right," he said. 
"That's what I told my dad. It's just a phase. She'll 
grow out of it." His lustful eyes slowly drank Shelly in 
with obvious admiration. "But I have to say, Mrs. H," he 
added. "It doesn't look like maturity has slowed you down 
very much."

Shelly laughed again. "No, not a bit," she admitted. 
"Although, I am bit more picky these days."

Tony nodded agreeably. "You should be," he said. "As good 
you look, you shouldn't have to settle for anything but 
the best."

"My goodness," Shelly said, blushing. "You're just full 
of compliments today, aren't you?" She smiled, leaned 
closer and patted his chest. "Don't worry about me, 
sweetie," she warmly whispered. "I never settle. And I 
always know quality when I see it."

"I'll remember you said that," Tony replied.

"You do that," Shelly said, with a subtle wink. "Or else, 
I'll just have to come back and remind you."

Tony melted. Shelly let him savor the delicious thought, 
before turning and gesturing toward Kayla. "Tony, this is 
my older sister, Kayla Walsh. Kayla, this is Tony Garcia. 
His little sister is on the pep squad with Tiffany." 

Kayla looped around the back of the car, walked over and 
stood beside Shelly. "Nice to meet you, Tony," she said, 
shaking his hand.

"Gracias, Senora. Mucho gusto tambien," he answered in 
his native tongue.

"I think he said likewise," Shelly translated.

"I took some Spanish in college," Kayla said.

Shelly turned back and smiled at Tony again. "So," she 
requested suggestively. "Do you think you could polish 
the hood again for me? I'll give you an extra twenty."

Tony waved his hand and dismissed the offer. "Don't 
insult me, Mrs. H. I'd wax the whole thing for nothing."

"Oh, really?" Shelly grinned. "I think I'd enjoy watching 
that."

Tony smiled. "Did you want me to fill up your tank, too?"

"Sounds lovely," she answered. "We'll probably be in the 
mall for about three hours. I'm taking my sister to get a 
new wardrobe. Can you meet us back here at five?"

"No problem," Tony said. "That's when I get off. I'll 
have the car waiting for you. I hope I'll get to see how 
your sister looks in her new clothes."

"Oh, you certainly will," Shelly said. "As a matter of 
fact, you could do us a huge favor. We're going to need a 
man who can give us an honest opinion on my sister's new 
look. Do you think you could help us out?"

Tony scanned Kayla from head to toe. "She looks pretty 
good already," he said. Kayla looked up and smiled. Tony 
spoke to her directly. "I love your eyes," he said 
sweetly. "They remind me of the ocean."

Kayla warmed to him right away. "Tell me what you think 
of this outfit," she said, spinning around. "Shelly says 
I look like the Church Lady."

Tony concentrated for a moment, then earnestly shook his 
head. 

"Oh, no," he said, stepping over and rubbing his hand 
down Kayla's arm. "I think you look very classy, you 
know, like a teacher or doctor. Very professional."

"Oh," Kayla said, slightly disappointed. "So, you 
wouldn't say I look hot?"

Tony smiled. "Honestly," he said. "I think you have a 
beautiful face. But as far as your clothes, uh...I think 
I'd prefer to see you in something not so, umm..."

"Conservative?" Kayla suggested.

"Yes," Tony said. "Not so conservative. I mean, you're 
still young. You should dress your age. Show a little 
skin. Have some fun."

Kayla hung on every word, taking his comments to heart. 

"Thank you, Tony," she said, slowly nodding. "I really 
appreciate your honesty. And like Shelly said, I'd love 
to get your opinion after she's all done with me. Okay?"

"Si, Senora," Tony said. "Muchos gracias."

"De nada. Muchos gracias tambien," Kayla said, stepping 
forward and kissing him on the cheek. "Hasta luego."

Shelly then leaned over and kissed him, too. She and 
Kayla then strutted away from the car and headed toward 
the sliding glass doors. Both women turned back, smiled 
at Tony and waved their dainty little hands.

"Hasta luego," Tony whispered as he watched the ladies 
walk away for several heart-pounding moments. Once they 
were out of sight, he finally climbed into Shelly's car 
and carefully drove it away.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

It was Saturday afternoon, so the shoppers were in full 
swing as Shelly and Kayla entered the mall. The luxurious 
marble causeways teemed with consumers young and old. 

Shelly paraded at a leisurely gait, chin up, chest out, 
arms swinging by her sides. Kayla barely moved anything 
but her feet, arms stiff, shoulders erect, eyes forward 
at all times. 

As Kayla worked to avoid eye contact, Shelly smiled and 
cheerfully greeted every man who passed. After a long 
moment of silence, Kayla remarked on this.

"Some things never change," she said, under her breath.

"What was that?" Shelly asked, hoping for elaboration.

"Nothing," Kayla said. "Just remembering how I used to 
feel so invisible whenever we went out together as kids. 
Just seems like nothing has changed."

"Listen," Shelly said, taking her sister's hand. "You 
need to put all that jealousy and resentment behind you. 
Today is a new day. We're here to celebrate the birth of 
the new you. So let's be positive, okay?"

Kayla slightly nodded, adding a thin smile. "Okay," she 
whispered. "Where to first?"

"First, we hit the salon," Shelly said. "I probably 
should have called ahead, but I've known the owner 
forever. Hopefully, she can squeeze you in. After that, 
we'll hit Macy's, and then we'll go look at shoes."

"What about Victoria's Secret?" Kayla wondered to 
Shelly's grinning surprise.

"We may have time for that, too," Shelly said. "But 
you've got to learn to crawl before you can walk. 
Besides, all that satin and lace is nice, but just 
putting on some pretty lingerie won't change who you are. 
We need to work on that from the inside out." 

Kayla cocked her head to the side, pressed her lips 
together and pondered her sister's theory. Finally, she 
nodded, and then followed her sister into the Modern 
Image hair and make-up studio.

Shelly and Kayla approached the front desk, where they 
were given no reception of any kind by the surly underfed 
blonde swaying in her swivel chair. They waited as the 
young woman took more than her sweet time glancing up 
from the latest edition of Cosmo. She sized up the new 
arrivals with disdain in her icy gray eyes.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Um, no, actually, we don't." Shelly said. "Is Angelina 
here today?"

"She's with a client," the girl said. "And you'll need an 
appointment."

"I understand that," Shelly said. "But if it's possible, 
I would like to speak with Angelina whenever she can 
spare a moment. I'm a very old customer."

"Yes," the girl said. "I'm sure you are."

Shelly glanced over at Kayla, who just stood there 
shaking her head. As Shelly turned back, she saw the 
owner, Angelina Fabrizzi, coming forward to greet her 
with a wide smile. 

The older woman had obviously been a striking beauty in 
her day, but now wore heavy make-up to hide the unsightly 
lines of aging. However, she made no effort to conceal 
the many strands of gray in her otherwise jet-black hair, 
which she wore in a loose bun. As she came forward, she 
greeted Shelly in a rich, melodious Italian accent. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Harper," she said, joining hands 
with Shelly, as they warmly smiled at one and other. 
"Such a pleasure to see you. You're looking lovely as 
always. How is your wonderful family?" 

Shelly lit up at the thought of Greg and the children. 
"Oh, they're amazing," she said, flashing back to the 
kitchen sink. "Incredible, actually. How is everything 
with you?"

"Oh," Angelina said, sighing dramatically as she rested 
one hand on her chest. "This place is going to be the 
death of me. My rent here is going through the roof. I 
may have to close or relocate. I don't know. But what can 
I do? Of course, I know this is not your problem."

"Of course it's my problem," Shelly said, squeezing 
Angelina's hands for emphasis. "You're the best stylist 
in town. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else touch my 
hair. You can't close the salon. That's insane. If you 
need any help at all, just let me know. Greg has 
connections."

"Oh, Mrs. Harper, you are too kind," Angelina said. "I do 
thank you, but I would hate to impose on our friendship 
in such a way."

"Nonsense," Shelly said. "What are friendships for if we 
can't impose on each other now and then? Besides, it 
isn't as though I'm offering purely out of the goodness 
of my own heart. Closing the salon would be a terrible 
tragedy...for you and my hair."

Angelina laughed softly. "This is true. We can't let that 
happen. It would be a tremendous loss for the world."

"Yes, tremendous indeed," Shelly said, with a playful 
giggle. "Anyway," she went on. "I suppose I should 
explain why I'm here. I'd like to introduce you to my 
sister."

Kayla stepped forward and introduced herself. Angelina 
did the same. 

"So," Angelina said. "The lovely sisters are having a day 
out together. How wonderful."

Shelly nodded and smiled "Well, yes, but there is 
actually something that I thought maybe you could help us 
with."

Angelina raised her eyebrows. "I will certainly try."

"Well," Shelly explained. "My sister is trying to win 
back her estranged husband and..."

"Ah, say no more," Angelina said perceptively. "You want 
me to help your sister cast a love spell. I am an honored 
that you would come to me. It is unfortunate that I am 
all booked for today."

"Oh," Shelly said, pursing her lips with disappointment. 
"Well, I guess we could schedule something for next 
week."

Angelina shook her head and made several sucking noises 
against the back of her teeth. "Oh no, no. I won't hear 
of that. You are my preferred customer. I apologize that 
I am not available today, but I will see that your sister 
goes to very good hands." She paused, and then shifted 
toward to Kayla, brushing her fingers through her hair. 
"I think maybe we need to brighten you up a bit, no?"

Kayla demurred. "Umm, you mean, you want to change my 
hair color?"

"No, no," Angelina said. "Not change, just enhance."

Shelly rubbed her hand down Kayla's back. "Don't worry, 
Kay. Angelina's the best. I've spent a small fortune in 
this place."

"It's true," Angelina said. "Listen to your sister. She 
has kept me in business for many years." She looked down 
and checked her watch. "I'm sorry, ladies. I'm afraid I 
must go. I will refer this assignment to one of my best 
people. Sylvia will do the make-up. Okay?"

"That's fine," Shelly said, nodding with appreciation. 
"Honestly, I can't thank you enough. And please, call me 
if there's anything Greg and I can do for you."

Angelina gave Shelly a warm embrace. "You are a lovely 
woman, Mrs. Harper. Thank you for being so thoughtful." 
She then turned to Kayla. "It was a pleasure to finally 
meet you, Mrs. Walsh. My staff will take very good care 
of you. Good luck with your husband. I'm sure he is going 
to be blown away."

Kayla shook the owner's hand and thanked her as well. 

Moments later, a wiry-looking, spiky-haired gentleman 
dressed in black sauntered over and greeted the ladies in 
a rather effeminate manner. He introduced himself as 
Miguel and then led Kayla back to his workstation. Shelly 
explained to him why they were there, adding that she had 
come to lend her sister some moral support.

"Well," Miguel said, with a playful flourish. "Let's hope 
it's not too moral."

Shelly laughed. Even Kayla couldn't help smiling. 

Within an hour, Miguel had washed, conditioned and 
trimmed two inches from Kayla's hair. He then layered it 
to add volume and colored it with a light caramel 
pigment. 

As Kayla continued through an array of beauty treatments, 
Shelly decided to go out for some iced mochas and come 
right back. She cheerfully walked along sipping her cold 
drink, when she noticed a shoe store just ahead. She 
couldn't resist stepping in to browse for just a bit. 

Shelly returned about twenty minutes later, holding her 
sister's lukewarm coffee and a box of new shoes. Kayla 
sat under the hair dryer getting a pedicure.

"How do you feel?" Shelly shouted, as she smiled over her 
sister.

"Like a princess," Kayla answered. "I haven't been this 
pampered since...well, never actually. Can we do with 
this every month?"

Shelly laughed. "We can do this every week," she said, 
admiring the cranberry nail polish on her sister's 
charming toes. "Your nails look great. Your feet will 
look perfect when you put on those...oh, shit!" Shelly 
suddenly realized. "I forgot to give you the pantyhose!"

Kayla waved it off. "It's okay," she said. "I think 
they're almost done. They're doing my make-up as soon as 
my hair dries."

Shelly nodded. She handed her sister the not-so-cold 
beverage, then quickly presented her with the new shoes.

"I couldn't resist," Shelly said, handing over the box. 
Kayla opened it to find a brand new pair of tawny suede 
sandals. Unlike the shoes Shelly was wearing, these had 
only one strap across the front, and a thicker 3-inch 
heel.

Kayla smiled with approval and thanked her sister very 
much. Shelly took a seat, crossed her legs and waved over 
to the little bitch who hassled them so much when they 
first arrived. The skinny blonde shook her head, rolled 
her eyes and mumbled something rude under her breath. 

When Kayla's hair was finally ready, Sylvia, the make-up 
artist led her over to another chair in front of a 
lighted mirror.

After fifteen minutes, Kayla emerged with a brand new 
face. The frosty blue and soothing green of her two-toned 
irises sparkled beneath the moving contrast of her pale 
lavender eye shadow. Longer and fuller eyelashes added to 
the dramatic effect. Sylvia wisely chose not to use too 
much foundation, allowing her skin to maintain its 
natural glow. A fruity blend of red and purple coated her 
glistening lips, like the ripe seeds of a fresh 
pomegranate.

Most of all, Shelly loved Kayla's new hair. That old 
muddy color had been lightened to a rich, golden brown, 
giving Kayla a remarkably stunning aura that was all her 
own. Shelly was even more excited by the transformation 
than her sister appeared.

"Oh, my gosh!" Shelly said, gasping as she clasped her 
hands together and gazed in total amazement. "You look 
un-believable!"

Kayla smiled, as she playfully spun around and shook her 
sexy new do. "Do we like?"

"Oh, we like," Shelly said. "We like very much. Peter is 
going to die."

"Oh, I hope not," Kayla said, with a new sassiness. "Not 
before I'm done with him, anyway."

"Well, let's hurry and get out of here," Shelly said. "I 
think you're ready for step two."

Kayla agreed. She turned and gave Sylvia a generous tip, 
as she had also given to Miguel. Both women hugged 
Angelina and thanked her again on the way out. 

The next stop was Macy's. Shelly went through rack after 
rack handing Kayla one skimpy top or tiny skirt after 
another. Once she figured they had enough variety to work 
with, she led Kayla back to the dressing room to see how 
things fit.

As Kayla closed the dressing room door behind her, Shelly 
caught it with one hand and reached into her purse with 
the other. 

"Hang on," Shelly said, handing Kayla a ball of flesh-
colored pantyhose. "Slip off your undies and put these 
on."

Kayla glanced at her sister. Shelly stared back intently. 
Kayla nodded and slowly took the pantyhose from Shelly's 
hand. The door closed. Kayla locked it from the inside. 

"So where is Peter taking you?" Shelly asked as she stood 
guard. Kayla took forever to answer. 

"How do you tell which side is the front and which side 
is the...oh, nevermind...what did you say?"

"I said, where is Peter taking you for dinner tonight?"

Again, Shelly's question was met with silence. Moments 
later, Kayla finally responded, although not the way 
Shelly was expecting.

"God, you weren't kidding," Kayla said. "These pantyhose 
feel great. I love the way they massage my legs. Can we 
stop and get more of these?"

"You can't buy them retail anymore," Shelly explained. "I 
had to order mine online. Keep those. When I place my 
next order, I'll buy extra. We can share."

"Okay, thanks," Kayla said. "Hey, can you hand me that 
tan skirt with the red sleeveless top? That will look 
nice together, right?"

"You read my mind," Shelly said. "Do you mind if I come 
in?"

The latch clicked open. Shelly stepped in and re-locked 
the door behind her. Kayla stood in front of the full-
length mirror, mostly undressed. Her nylon-covered toes 
twiddled against the gray carpet. Her ample tits hid 
behind an old-fashioned polyester bra. Her white cotton 
panties rested on top of her neatly folded pants and 
sweater. 

Kayla turned, letting Shelly inspect her from behind.

"What do you think?" Kayla asked.

"I think Peter doesn't know what he's been missing," 
Shelly said, handing her sister the red top.

Kayla slid the form-fitting shell over her head. She 
slipped her arms through and leisurely ran her hands over 
the smooth red material. Her sliding hands continued past 
the bottom of her shirt. She fondly caressed her curving 
hips, relishing the silky sensation of her new pantyhose.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and sadly lamented, 
"Peter thinks I'm fat."

Shelly sucked her teeth. "That's ridiculous," she said. 
"You were a size eight the day he met you. You've gone up 
maybe one dress size since the day you got married. Big 
deal. You're still better looking than most women. 
Besides, I thought he liked your full figure?"

"He used to," Kayla said. "At least, he said he did. I 
mean, for God's sake, he used to accuse you of being too 
skinny. Anyone can see you're no toothpick."

"Hey!" Shelly said. "Watch it. I can still fit into my 
old cheerleading uniform and that's all that matters. 
It's a little tight around the hips, but I can still wear 
it. Mark my words. When I'm dead and buried, I'll still 
be a perfect size six."

"Yes," Kayla said. "And we'll all be very proud of you."

"Bitch," Shelly said, thrusting out the skirt.

"Slut," Kayla answered, snatching it away.

"Takes one to know one."

"Oh, that's original," Kayla said. "It only took one to 
fuck the whole football team, too."

Shelly smirked. "I'm going to try really hard to forget 
that you said that."

"I got you, didn't I?" Kayla said, pointing her finger. 
"For once, I finally got you."

Shelly tried to hold back, but the effort only made her 
feel like laughing even more. "Yeah," she admitted, 
smothering a laugh. "You got me good."

Kayla slid up the tight skirt and slipped on her new 
sandals. She stared in the mirror, as she arched her back 
and tossed her lively new hair. She smoothed her hands 
down over her sides, as she twisted and turned from one 
angle to another. Clearly, she liked what she saw.

"You look gorgeous," Shelly said, confirming it more for 
herself than anyone.

"I really do, don't I?" Kayla answered, unable to turn 
from her striking reflection.

Shelly just laughed and smiled. She patiently allowed her 
sister the chance to revel in her new skin.

"Well," Shelly said, "It's only 4:30. We're still ahead 
of schedule. What else do you want to do?"

"Pick out some lingerie."

"A woman who knows what she wants. This is good," Shelly 
said. "All right, my little slut-in-training, let's move 
on to step three."

Kayla looked completely tickled with herself. Shelly 
started to put back a few items, but Kayla grabbed 
everything, brought it all to the cashier and plunked 
down her credit card. She left the store with a full bag 
in each hand.

Victoria's Secret was well down on the opposite end of 
the mall. Even with a loaded bag in each hand, Kayla 
didn't seem to mind the long walk. She moved at a brisk 
and newly inspired pace. The call of her new shoes 
clicking and clacking against the marble floor echoed the 
same sound of her sister's heels. The further they 
walked, the more Kayla smiled and graciously received 
every lustful stare. 

Suddenly, like something inside her slammed on the 
brakes, Kayla came to a dead stop. Her bags hit the 
floor. Her cheeks flushed, her chest heaved and her legs 
trembled.

"Kay," Shelly said, touching her arm. "Are you all 
right?"

Kayla leaned back against the wall. "I don't...I don't 
know," she said, shaky and out of breath. "I just 
feel...kind of...funny...all of a sudden."

"What do you mean funny? Do you mean...in a good way?"

"Oh, it's good," Kayla said, gasping. "It's better than 
good."

Shelly realized then and there what had to be done. She 
scooped up the bags, grabbed Kayla by the arm and dragged 
her into the nearest ladies room. 

The spotless restroom was surprisingly deserted, not that 
it really mattered to Shelly at that point. She pulled 
Kayla into an empty stall and firmly pinned her sister's 
back against the door.

"Lift up your skirt," Shelly said. Kayla hesitated for a 
second. Slowly, she inched the hem over her crotch. Her 
pantyhose were soaked.

"Just what I thought," Shelly said. "You just came in 
your new pantyhose. How did it feel?"

"Like nothing I've ever felt before," Kayla confessed. 
"Do you think anyone noticed?"

"Just me," Shelly said. "Though I was pretty impressed. 
It's never happened to me that fast."

"You're probably just used to them," Kayla said. "Though 
I could definitely get used to them, too."

"I think you'd be amazed what you can get used to," 
Shelly whispered.

For a moment, neither of them said a word. Shelly could 
feel the heat passing between them. She simmered with a 
keen awareness of how close she was to her sister's 
quivering body. Their faces slowly moved closer. Shelly 
parted her lips invitingly. Kayla reached with her open 
mouth. Shelly pulled back.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Shelly whispered.

"No," Kayla answered. "But I don't care anymore."

"Okay," Shelly said. "Then we'll skip step three. The 
next one is better anyway."

"And what's that?"

"Just this," Shelly said, christening her sister's lips 
with a moist kiss. 

Kayla trembled on contact. Shelly tingled from head to 
toe. Kayla's shivering body felt warm against her own. 
Their lips fit together like matching puzzle pieces. 
Their hands busily explored one and other, wandering over 
slopes and curves they had never felt before. 

Shelly teasingly circled her tongue around Kayla's mouth. 
Kayla could hardly stop shaking long enough to kiss back. 
Still, she opened her mouth. Shelly's tongue sunk in. She 
glommed her hands over Kayla's palm-sized breasts to the 
purring sound of her sister's overheated moans. 

Shelly pressed her lips hard against Kayla's mouth. She 
felt like devouring her sister whole. Kayla gave up her 
tongue. Shelly sucked greedily. Her hand slid down 
between Kayla's legs, wandering over the pantyhose. 
Wetness coated her fingers. The feathery nylon blended 
with the pliant texture of Kayla's fleshy cunt. Her clit 
stuck out like a sore thumb. Shelly rubbed it with the 
butt of her palm. Kayla came instantly. Shelly had never 
seen anyone cum so fast. It felt as if Kayla was letting 
out all her emotions. She threw her arms around Shelly's 
shoulders and trembled like a leaf. 

Shelly lunged for Kayla's neck. She sniffed, licked and 
lightly grazed with her teeth. Kayla gasped. Shelly 
sucked harder. Her right hand pawed her sister's rising 
chest. Kayla clamped her eyes shut. She moaned 
recklessly. Her nipples throbbed.

Shelly set a finger over Kayla's lips and made a quiet 
shushing sound. She slowly descended to her knees. She 
prompted Kayla to lift up one leg. Kayla slung it over 
Shelly's shoulder. Shelly leaned in. She pressed her lips 
flush against the dewy crease and barely licked it with 
her tongue.

"Huhhh!" Kayla gasped, from the slightest contact. 

Shelly took this as a good sign. Her tongue skimmed over 
the sheer nylon surface, gliding over her sister's clit 
in gentle arabesques. She loved how the pantyhose teased 
the tip of her tongue. She wanted to rip them open and 
drive her tongue deep in that warm oozing slit, but 
Kayla's pantyhose forced her to wait. Instead, she 
contented herself by sucking her sister's juices through 
the sticky gauze.

With one good suck on Kayla's clit, her sister was 
wracked her by another orgasm. Both hands smacked against 
the walls of the narrow stall. Her hips lurched. She 
grunted hard. Her cunt smothered her sister's greedy 
mouth.

Shelly knew that Kayla hadn't been fucked in months. She 
also knew that her sister wasn't the type to masturbate. 
For once, she wanted Kayla to feel a real orgasm. She 
wanted her sister to release all the feelings she had 
kept bottled up for so long.

"I think it's happening again," Kayla warned as her legs 
wavered uncontrollably.

Shelly would never have guessed that her sister was so 
orgasmic. The river flowing from Kayla's cunt was just 
endless.

With no explanation, Shelly quickly stood up, spun Kayla 
around and made her squat on the open toilet seat. She 
turned, faced the door and straddled her sister's legs, 
bending over so her hose-covered ass loomed before 
Kayla's face. 

As Kayla leaned back, Shelly held her sister's silk-laden 
thighs and spread them far apart. She lovingly swept her 
hands along those soft heavenly pantyhose, purposely 
lingering over her sister's spongy cunt. She urgently 
slid her fingers under the waistband and wondrously ran 
her fingers over the slushy wetness.

Shelly moaned as she felt Kayla's soothing hands gingerly 
brushing down her legs. Her touch was so patient, 
carefully searching out every curve. Shelly instantly 
thought of Jonathan and his slow meticulous hands. As 
much as Kayla clearly enjoyed wearing pantyhose, feeling 
them on her sister was obviously even more exciting. 

Suddenly, Shelly felt Kayla's hands sliding up under her 
skirt. Her sister took firm hold of her ass and gave it a 
good squeeze that made Shelly's pussy tingle.

Shelly hooked her middle finger into Kayla's dripping 
slot. She curled it from the inside and jiggled it back 
and forth against her sister's G-spot. She watched as 
Kayla's cranberry toenails curled against the soles of 
her new sandals. She then whispered a cryptic warning.

"Try to relax," Shelly said. "If it feels like you have 
to pee, just let it go. Okay?"

"Uh huh," Kayla answered, half-listening as she panted 
and squirmed against the cold plastic basin.

Shelly wedged in her ring finger. Kayla's pussy was tight 
as a glove, no doubt from lack of use. Still, all the 
moisture made it easy to slide in a second finger. Shelly 
could feel the walls stretch to receive them. She slowly 
pumped them in and out of that virgin-tight snatch. The 
seamless pantyhose made it easy for her to pump as hard 
as she wanted. The stretchy nylon offered little 
resistance. 

Shelly jostled in and out faster and harder. She 
whimpered when Kayla found her clit and started rubbing 
it too. Her sister's fingers zeroed in and rapidly began 
to vibrate. Shelly's clit throbbed from the sudden 
friction against her silky pantyhose. Still, she focused 
on rubbing Kayla's G-spot. Her fingers rooted like a 
plunger. Kayla's legs kicked out and wheeled around 
ecstatically. Her moans echoed through the private 
chamber. Shelly's stabbing fingers turned those moans 
into screams.

"Hhhuhhhhh! Ohhhh!! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Ohhh my God! Ohh my 
God! What's happening! Ohhh! Ohh Shelly! Your fingers! 
Ohhh God!! Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!!!"

Kayla screeched and squealed. Shelly kept her fingers 
plunging in and out of that sloppy cunt. Kayla made a 
sound between sobbing and wailing that told Shelly it was 
time. The dam burst. Kayla squirted in her pantyhose. 

Shelly finger-fucked her sister's pussy with all her 
strength. Warm gushes of watery girl-cum sprayed out of 
Kayla's slit, leaving her pantyhose drenched. Shelly 
tickled that sensitive G-spot and kept the juices flowing 
until Kayla's river had completely run dry. 

Kayla's feet fell to the floor. She slumped over the 
toilet in an exhausted heap. Shelly carefully maneuvered 
herself the other way and then helped her weary sister to 
her feet.

The glazed looked in her sister's teary eyes told Shelly 
that Kayla had no idea what she had just done to her. Of 
course, Shelly was more than ready to take her back home 
and demonstrate it again, as often as needed. 

"We'd better get out of here before we get arrested," 
Shelly said.

Kayla could barely focus her dizzy eyes. "Okay," she 
whispered, trying to catch her breath. "God, 
Shelly...what did you...I've never...what was that?"

Shelly silenced her with a passionate kiss. "Shhh," she 
said. "Not here. Let's get you home."

Kayla pulled her in for another kiss. Shelly couldn't 
resist. Their tongues foraged in each other's mouths for 
several exhilarating seconds. Shelly raised her wet 
fingers and slipped them between Kayla's lips. Kayla 
suckled them before she considered where they'd been. 

"Good girl," Shelly said. "A good slut should love the 
taste of her own pussy."

Kayla's eyes instantly opened. Shelly's cum-tainted 
fingers clung to her bottom lip. Kayla paused for a 
second, then flashed a dirty smile. Shelly watched as 
Kayla's wicked tongue swirled around the tip of her gooey 
finger. A slut was born. 
 
As they started to make a discrete exit, the door of the 
ladies room noisily blew open. Two gossiping teenage 
girls loudly entered. Kayla raised her eyebrows in 
distress. Shelly undid the latch, then turned back and 
smiled, ignoring her sister's obvious concern. She took 
Kayla by the hand, pulled the door open and calmly led 
her to the nearest sink. 

"I needed that so bad," Shelly said, with an exaggerated 
sigh of relief. She leaned over and kissed Kayla on the 
lips. The two girls stared with their mouths sagging 
open.

Shelly pulled out a stick of lipstick, faced the mirror 
and gave herself a quick touch-up. 

"Come on, Kay," she said. "These girls look anxious to 
get started. Let's give them some privacy."

Shelly again held Kayla's hand and together they 
pleasantly skipped out. 

As the girls followed them with their gaping eyes, Kayla 
turned back, smiled and said, "It's all yours, ladies. 
Don't hurt yourselves."

Once they were outside, Shelly and Kayla flopped on a 
wooden bench and instantly giggled like teenagers 
themselves. 

"Oh, my God," Shelly said, laughing. "That was 
hysterical."

"I know," Kayla said. "The look on their faces was 
priceless."

"You really handled yourself well in there," Shelly said. 
"I thought you might panic when I kissed you, but you 
didn't even flinch. I don't know what possessed you to 
say that last thing, but it almost killed me." 

"What can I say?" Kayla said. "I'm a whole new woman now. 
Anything's possible."

"You know, I'm really starting to believe that," Shelly 
said, checking the time. "It's almost five. What do you 
say we get the car, head to your house and finish warming 
you up for your big night?" 

"Mmmm," Kayla said. "Yes, I think we should definitely go 
get the car. I'd like to spend a little more time 
flirting with that cute valet of yours. 

Shelly smiled. "Charming little devil, isn't he?" 

"I'll say," Kayla answered, mimicking his cool seductive 
voice. "'I love your eyes. They remind me of the ocean.'" 
She giggled. "God, I could just eat him up."

"Oooh," Shelly said. "Now that's the best idea you've had 
all day. I haven't had my protein fix yet."

"Your what?"

"Protein," Shelly repeated. "You know how you're always 
asking me how I keep my hair and skin looking so young 
and healthy?"

"Yeah," Kayla said. "You told me you were on some special 
diet."

"I am," Shelly said. "I swallow at least once a day."

"Swallow what?"

"Cum."

Kayla frowned. "You mean semen?"

"That's my secret," Shelly explained. "It's incredibly 
high in protein." 

"So," Kayla asked, straining to make this somehow sink 
in. "You're telling me that you actually plan this into 
your diet everyday?"

"It works too," Shelly said, nodding emphatically. "Not 
only does it help me maintain my appearance, it raises my 
energy, my metabolism and my sex drive."

"God," Kayla whispered. "So, it helps you control your 
weight?"

"I'm still a perfect size six." Shelly smiled.

"So what does it taste like?"

"You've never tried it?"

Kayla grimaced. "Never."

"Okay, then," Shelly said, rising to her feet. "I think 
it's time for your first sample. And I'm sure you can 
guess where we can get some for you."

"Tony," Kayla whispered, with a curious smile.

Shelly fluttered her pretty lashes and whispered back, 
"Are you ready for a little treat?"

Kayla slowly uncrossed her legs, rose from her seat and 
stood with a confidence that seemed to rise up from her 
sexy new shoes. 

"I'm ready," Kayla said in bold tone. "I just hope his 
treat isn't too little."

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Shelly and Kayla exited the mall looking more like 
sisters than they ever had before. Even with all the new 
attention Kayla was suddenly receiving from all the men 
passing by, it was Shelly who seemed to have the most 
trouble tearing her eyes away. 

Kayla barely seemed like the same woman. Her smoldering 
blue-green eyes openly invited men to stare. She never 
looked away. She playfully smiled back and kept right on 
walking, with her shoulders back and her head held high. 

Her frisky new hair was light, bouncy and glowed like 
bronze. Her moist fleshy lips made Shelly want to grab 
her and suck off what little was left of her candy red 
lipstick. Her invigorated breasts sprang with new 
buoyancy, rising up from under her tight red top. Her 
generous hips bowed under her snug miniskirt, switching 
with every rhythmic step. Her liberated legs were finally 
exposed to the fresh autumn breeze that kissed her 
through the sheerness of her thin pantyhose. The gauzy 
nylon made her precious feet look scrumptious, as her 
brand new sandals temptingly revealed her sexy cranberry 
toenails. 

As Shelly examined her sister from head to toe, her eyes 
sparkled with more than just pride at her own stunning 
achievement. What Shelly saw in Kayla was something that 
she deeply believed had been there all along. 

Tony waited outside, leaning against Shelly's convertible 
with his arms folded casually. His red vest had been 
replaced by a white muscle shirt, with baggy jeans and 
black low-tops. The car had been waxed and buffed to a 
high shine. Shelly was impressed with his effort, but now 
she had another job in mind.

"So what do you think?" Shelly said, gesturing toward her 
new and improved older sister.

Tony squinted in Kayla's direction. He hardly recognized 
her.

"Wow!" he finally said, as his eyes flashed open.

"Thank you," Kayla answered, with a smile. "That's the 
nicest thing a guy has said to me in a long time."

Tony just kept staring and shaking his head. "God damn," 
he said. "You look...I can't even think of a word. All I 
can say is...Wow!"

"Wow is good," Kayla said. "I like wow. But I can't take 
much credit. It was all Shelly's idea."

Shelly shrugged. "All I did was bring out what she 
already had."

"Well, you sure as hell did that," Tony said. "Seriously, 
Mrs. H, are all the women in your family this hot?"

Shelly giggled. "We've been lucky so far," she said. "You 
did a really great job on the car, by the way. It's looks 
brand new."

"Don't I always deliver," Tony said.

"Yes," Shelly said. "Every time. And while I hate to keep 
asking you for favors, there's just one other thing that 
we're really hoping you can help us with."

"Name it."

"Well," Shelly explained. "We sort of need you to, 
umm...make a donation, so to speak."

"A donation?" Tony frowned. "Mrs. H, you know I think 
you're the greatest, but I don't carry much extra cash. I 
pretty much live on my tips."

"I don't think you understand," Shelly said. "Is there 
somewhere around here where we can be alone?"

"Alone?" Tony said. "You mean, the three of us?"

"That's right," Shelly said. "I'd rather explain this in 
private."

"Okay," Tony said. "There's a utility room down in the 
basement that the janitors let us use to, well...you 
know. Anyway, I've got my own key. It's a little messy, 
but no one will bother us."

"That's perfect," Shelly said. "Where can we leave the 
car?"

"We can just take it with us," Tony said. "We'll have to 
drive over to the south entrance. There should be plenty 
of parking over there."

"Okay," Shelly said. "Why don't you drive. You've got the 
keys anyway."

"Sure," Tony said, as the three of them hopped in the car 
and sped off to the other side of the mall.
 
The utility room was just a short walk from the car. Tony 
led them across the loading dock, then down a short 
flight of stairs. They followed him through a dimly lit 
hallway under the mall itself. He stopped and unlocked a 
door just beside a large freight elevator.

As the door opened, Shelly was hit by the smell of 
ammonia, or maybe turpentine. She couldn't tell for sure. 
The room was full of dirty mops, grimy buckets and half-
empty paint cans. 

"God," Kayla said, crinkling her nose. "It smells like 
pot in here."

"We like to smoke in here," Tony confessed. "Helps the 
girls relax. I might have a joint left, if you need a 
toke," he said, fishing into his deep pockets.

"Pull out your cock," Shelly said directly.

"What?" Tony said, staring blankly.

"Your cock," Shelly repeated. "Show it to us."

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," Tony 
answered.

Shelly quirked her eyebrow, then casually went from left 
to right, peeling down her loose spaghetti straps. Her 
flimsy top weightlessly slipped off her chest. Her jaw-
dropping tits lunged toward Tony's gawking face.

"Yes," Shelly said, squeezing them as proof. "They're 
real." 

"No shit," Tony said, licking his lips. "They look even 
better than I imagined."

"And just how often do you like to...imagine?"

"At least twice a day," Tony said.

"Have you done it in here?"

Tony nodded. "Couple times."

"Show us how."

Tony glanced over at Kayla. "Is this for real?"

Kayla smiled. She stepped over and rubbed her palm 
against the bulge in his pants.

"Feels pretty real to me," she whispered.

Tony shuddered. "God, I can't believe this," he gasped.

Kayla kissed his mouth. "Just relax, sweetheart. We don't 
want you to get overexcited."

"It's too late for that," Tony said, with a nervous 
laugh. "I don't think I've ever been this excited."

"Kayla," Shelly whispered, rubbing her nipples, as she 
watched from a short distance. "Pull down his zipper."

Kayla glanced back at Shelly, nodded twice and then 
slowly opened his fly.

"Now reach in and pull out his cock."

Kayla followed orders. The head popped right out. It was 
fat, stubby and a light shade of brown. The shaft angled 
up, long and hard. Shelly couldn't see his balls, but she 
imagined they were quite full.

"Feels like rigor mortis," Kayla said, as her elegant 
fingers folded around his throbbing rod. "Do you always 
get this hard?"

Tony rapidly shook his head. "Uh, no," he stammered. 
"This is a first."

"Well, that's good, then," Kayla told him. "This is kind 
of a first for me, too. The reason we wanted to be alone 
with you is because I need you to give me something I've 
never had before."

Tony inhaled. "You mean an orgasm?"

Kayla smiled. "God, you're a doll," she answered. "But 
no, not that."

"Then, I don't get it," he said. "What else could I give 
you that you've never had?"

Kayla paused. She turned back to Shelly, who dipped her 
head in quiet encouragement.

Kayla looked back at Tony. Her fingers lightly stroked up 
and down.

"I've never swallowed before," Kayla whispered. "I need 
you to cum in my mouth."

"No way," Tony replied. "I can never get girls to do 
that."

"Never send a girl to do a woman's job," Shelly replied.

"So," Tony wondered. "Are you going to take turns, or 
what?"

"Oh," Shelly said, frowning at the thought. "I'm sorry. I 
didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. We didn't 
come here to suck your cock. We're both married women. 
That wouldn't be right. Kayla just needs to taste your 
cum so she can do a better job on her husband."

"Her husband?" Tony repeated. "Oh, come on, Mrs. H. You 
can't do this. I was all excited. Now, you're telling 
me...what are you telling me?"

"I'm saying that we'll show you ours, if you show us 
yours," she calmly answered. "Then, whenever you're 
ready, Kayla will kneel down and let you make your 
deposit."

Kayla gave Shelly an uncertain glance. Shelly blinked 
back impassively.

"That's the deal," Shelly said, looking back at Tony. 
"Either way, you'll still have a great story that you can 
tell your kids."

Tony sighed. Shelly wriggled her index finger at Kayla. 
Her sister slowly came over. Shelly kept one eye on Tony, 
as she grabbed her sister and gave her a deep, steamy 
tongue kiss. Tony flipped out.

"What the fuck!" he shouted. "She's your...Oh, my God! 
That's your fucking sister!"

"I know who she is," Shelly said, as their lips came 
unglued. "And we've done a lot more than that."

Tony quickly took hold of his cock and deliberately 
stroked. "Don't stop," he begged.

Shelly watched as his tight fist slid up and down the 
brawny shaft. She guided Kayla's head down to her naked 
breasts. Kayla took one nipple between her lips. Shelly 
moaned. Kayla licked it softly. She clearly was in no 
hurry. Her tongue slowly glided around her sister's pink 
areola. Soft wet circles got harder and faster until 
Shelly's nipple ached from the pleasure. Then, Kayla bit 
down.

"Hahhh," Shelly gasped. "Oh, yes! Bite it. Bite my 
nipple. Mmmmm fuck!"

Kayla snagged it and tugged, pinching the other nipple 
between her fingers. When that one looked hard enough, 
she sucked it right up in her mouth. Shelly howled. She 
watched Tony busily jerking himself off just a few feet 
away. 

"Does it feel good?" he asked impulsively.

"Mmmmm yessss," Shelly whispered. "Feels so good. God, 
Kayla, your mouth is incredible. I knew you could do 
this. I just knew it."

Kayla sprang up and swooped in on Shelly's lips. Shelly 
could feel her breath being sucked out by her sister's 
urgent mouth. Their faces twisted and turned in a furious 
effort to feed on one and other. Kayla fondled Shelly's 
tits. Shelly slid her hands between Kayla's legs. The 
moisture was still there, as Shelly rubbed her hot pussy 
through those soggy pantyhose.

"Ohh God!" Kayla said, the moment Shelly's fingers 
brushed over her clit. "I don't know what it is. When you 
touch me like that...I can't describe it."

"That's what sisters are for," Shelly said. "Do you think 
we should show Tony what I did to you in the ladies 
room?"

Kayla nodded quickly. Shelly pushed her against the 
grungy wall, then yanked her skirt down to the dusty 
floor. Any thought of ruining her new clothes was 
completely forgotten. Clearly, her slutty outfit had 
already served its purpose.

"Spread your legs," Shelly told her, as she hooked her 
thumbs into Kayla's pantyhose and partially slid them 
down. 

Shelly knelt on the dirty floor, poising herself between 
her sister's lewdly splayed thighs. She couldn't see 
Tony, but she could hear him breathing, as she watched 
Kayla study him with silent appreciation.

"Oh yeah, Mrs. H," Tony urged. "Lick that pink pussy."

Shelly hadn't plan to, but the lurid thought sent her 
tongue trailing over Kayla's damp slit.

"Ahhhhhh," Kayla whimpered. "Mmmm, yeah. Lick me right 
there."

"Do what?" Shelly asked, gazing upward.

"Lick my cunt," Kayla answered properly. "Tongue fuck me 
hard!"

Shelly hastily complied. Kayla groaned. Shelly drilled 
her tongue in that steamy box and poked it in and out 
like a hot sewing needle. Kayla could find nothing else 
to grab except Shelly's hair. Shelly mewled as Kayla 
snatched two handfuls and jerked them with each thrust of 
her jolting hips. 

"Oh, man, I can't take this," Tony said, starting to 
drool. "I'm ready to cum right now."

"No, don't," Kayla pleaded. "Not until we tell you. Just 
keeping stroking your cock. I want you to shoot as much 
cum as you can."

Shelly couldn't believe her ears. "Mmmm, yes," she 
whispered proudly. "Now that's how a slut should beg."

Kayla looked down and smiled at her sister. "Before I let 
Tony cum in my mouth," she whispered. "I think I should 
cum in yours."

"Give me your hand," Shelly said. Kayla promptly brought 
it forward. Shelly curled the third and fourth finger so 
they bent back against her palm. "I want you to slide 
these fingers in your pussy and keep them just like 
that."

Kayla inserted them on command. Shelly could hear the 
squish. She looked up and saw Kayla's eyes already 
bulging with untold bliss.

"Now," Shelly continued. "You should feel a firm ridge 
against the front wall of your pussy." 

Kayla nodded. "Uh huh!"

"Wiggle your fingers back and forth." 

Doing this made Kayla gasp out loud. Her knees buckled. 
Shelly could see how easy this was going to be.

"Faster," she ordered. "Fuck yourself hard."

Kayla had already started. The sound of her fingers 
squelching in and out was all anyone could hear in that 
cold, dingy room. Shelly leaned her face right under 
Kayla's runny sleeve. Her hands settled on the smooth 
pantyhose covering her sister's trembling knees. 

"Harder," Shelly insisted. "Make yourself cum."

"Ohhh gaawwddd!" Kayla screamed. Her fingers were a blur. 
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Ohhh ahhh huhhhh yeahhh 
unnnggahhhh hmmmmyeahhhh ohhhh fffuucckkkk!!!"

"Yes, honey," Shelly cried. "Let it out. Let it all out. 
C'mon. Let me taste you!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Kayla erupted. "I'm cummeeeeeeeennnggg!!!"

Shelly opened her mouth. Warm sprinkles of golden rain 
showered her outstretched tongue. The hot juices missing 
her waiting mouth thrillingly splashed all over her 
beaming face. Shelly savored the rich bouquet. She 
hungrily slid her ecstatic tongue over her sticky lips, 
cleaning off every bit of that decadent flavor. Her 
sister's cum could not have tasted more delicious. 

Before Shelly even thought to ask, she was already 
sucking on Kayla's greasy fingers. Kayla had seen that 
empty mouth and stuffed her fingers right in. Shelly was 
beside herself. She could only imagine how their lives 
would soon change when Kayla got involved with her, Greg 
and the kids.

"That's it," Tony signaled. "I can't take anymore. I need 
to cum right now!"

Shelly could not have predicted what happened next. Kayla 
practically shoved her out of the way, as she dove to the 
floor and crammed Tony's cock in her mouth.

"Hmmmpphhhh," Kayla moaned, with her lips locked around 
Tony's pole. 

"Ohhhh ssshhhit!" Tony swore, with his hand falling on 
Kayla's head.

Shelly wasn't sure how many blowjobs Kayla had given 
before. Yet, she looked on with astonishment at what 
appeared to be an incredibly natural talent.

Kayla sucked like she was forcing ice cream up through a 
straw. Her cheeks hollowed as her head rollicked back and 
forth with abandon. She didn't seem to mind when Tony 
grabbed her head, pumping his hips in perfect rhythm with 
her noisy gulps.

"Suck it, Kay," Shelly called out like the cheerleader 
she was. "Suck that cock!"

"Mmmppphhh," Kayla answered, unable or unwilling to let 
go. Shelly guessed the latter.

"Oh, you nasty little bitch," Tony growled. "Yeah, yeah, 
suck my fucking cock! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! You 
hear me? I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth!"

Kayla gazed up with those ocean-blue eyes, nodding 
invitingly, as she cheerfully answered, "Mm hmm."

Tony let out a loud cry. His head flew all the way back. 
His hand pressed against Kayla's head, but Shelly could 
tell there was no need. Kayla was eagerly sipping out his 
cream. The more he shot in her mouth, the bigger her eyes 
got as her cheeks filled with his scalding load. She 
raked her fingernails under his balls, which only made 
him groan louder and surely sent out yet another spurt. 

"Don't swallow yet," Shelly insisted. "Not until you show 
me first."

Kayla turned toward Shelly with her cheeks all puffed 
out. She opened her mouth just a bit too fast, spilling 
some jizz that landed in her quick hand. Shelly promptly 
zoomed in and cleaned those fingers. Tony had some tasty 
sperm. Shelly was jealous.

As Kayla open wide, Shelly could see the generous 
mouthful that Tony had unleashed. He certainly hadn't 
lied. He always delivered. His watery nut drowned Kayla's 
tongue in a foamy sea of messy white cum. Kayla bravely 
closed her mouth, shut her eyes, and then shivered as she 
forced all of it down her throat. Shelly gave her a round 
of applause.

"That's my girl," Shelly said, smiling with pride. "Now, 
who said I couldn't make you a slut in under six hours?"

"Miracles have been known to happen," Kayla said, wearing 
a satisfied smile of her own. "But I blame it all on the 
pantyhose."

To be continued...

Copyright@2003
Filthy Fiction

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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