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Kitten, Priscilla 3 By Malissa Madison I lay there my heart still pounding holding onto her in the darkness of the room. "My god," I thought to myself stifling a giggle. "Yesterday I'd have thought that was the grossest thing in the world." I could still taste her cream in my mouth, and I smiled, then carefully got out of bed making my way to the potty. I sat there thinking of the events of the last twenty four hours, while I peed. Then as I was wiping I heard a muffled knock at the door. Thinking it was Nikki and, or Brandi I opened it to see my father standing there. My mother right behind him. All he seemed to focus on was Lisa's nude form laying on top of the covers. She stirred and opened her eyes pulling the blanket over herself. Then blinking said, "Hi Mr Carlson." His eyes shot daggers at her then he slapped me, and walked away. My eyes stung from the force behind it. my mother was there holding me. "It's ok Baby, I'm sorry Daddy did that to you," she said. "Give him time he'll come around. It's just a shock to him is all." "No that wasn't a shocked daddy slap," I told her just before he screeched to a halt in front of the room. "Get the fuck in the car, that's no child of mine." "I have to go sweetie, but I'll be back. I promise," she said. After I stopped crying I realized that Lisa had called friends. "So your father is an even bigger hypocrite than I thought," stated Nikki. "He's probably afraid I'll tell about the office party I got invited to. He plays rough." It was two days later that I saw my mother briefly, "Look I'm sorry but you're father has taken a job out of state," she said. "I have to go with him, but you have my credit card, so you have money if you need it. just give it some time, he'll come around," she promised. "I love you Priscilla, don't ever forget that." Amanda called me to check on me and see how I was doing. Then Lori called, "I guess we're both big disappointments," she started out. "How are you a disappointment? You aren't the one living out of a motel room tossed aside like a used condom." "God baby sister, you always find the most colorful metaphors," she reminded me. "No but I might as well be, I'm knocked up which is just about as bad." "No it isn't, you're just a girl away at college having fun and getting into minor trouble. I'm the one that is supposed to follow in his footsteps.be a big man and that horse shit." "You and Amanda seem to feel the same way," she told me. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you about it before Mom does. I can't believe she's actually coming here to help with the baby and all so I can finish college." I tried not to let her know she'd just kicked my feet out from under me. Nikki saw it though and was waiting for me to hang up. "So how long have they known about you?" I asked her. "Since I told them at Christmas, daddy didn't take it very well. I was surprised since he understands Amanda being a lesbian and all," Something I'd only just discovered. "Amanda says she's coming to see you. She wants to know you're doing ok. I do too." We talked a bit more then hung up. "Baby I'm sorry, it seems like everything is falling in around you," Nikki said. "But you got me, and Brandi and Lisa. Well until they go off to Florida next week for the summer." The next day I found out the credit card had been cancelled. I was out of money. No place to live. Nikki tried to get her parents to let me stay with her. But they didn't need another mouth to feed. I found myself at the Mall wandering from shop to shop. "Hey girlfriend," it was Nikki. I just heard they're looking for a temp girl at Petticoat Junction over on the other side of the Mall. You should go try for it." Yeah I'll get there and they'll say sorry it's already taken, I thought. But I brightened up and redid my makeup then brushed out my hair and headed on over to make Nikki feel better. "Hello Ma'am, I'm here to apply for the temp job," I said to the lady behind the counter. "How old are you sweetie?" she asked. "Sixteen Ma'am," I tried to look hopeful. "How much do you know about fashion?" Blushing I said, "Not a whole lot," And gestured to myself. "Here fill this out and I'll fill you in on what you'll be doing," she handed me a job application. It took me all of five minutes to fill out. I put my name down as Priscilla and filled in the rest of the blanks as best I could. "Ok Priscilla, you'll be stocking and pricing. Plus restocking the unwanted try on's from the fitting room. you get two new outfits a week, plus commission on any big sales you make. It only pays minimum wage but if your good I'll see about moving you up to part time or full time. I really like your outfit. We get a lot of the Goth and EMO girls in here. can you start tonight say about seven till close?" "Yes Ma'am, what should I wear?" "You look god as you are. Or you might try something on here and wear it as an advertisement." "I'll be here Ma'am," I promised. Then leaving I practically ran all the way to Spencer's to tell Nikki the good news. "I knew you could get it," she high fived me. "And the perks are pretty good too. I temped there last summer." We sat in the food court as I spent my last ten bucks on food. And a older lady with a younger one sat down at the table next to us. Nikki said, "Don't look now but I think the Cougar is interested in you." I couldn't help looking around and she giggled, leaning closer. "That lady is a Cougar, and the young girl with her is her Kitten." "How do you know that?" I asked her trying to keep my voice down. "Because my collar says so," the girl said leaning over to me. "Dreamer, are you making friends?" asked the lady. "Yes Ma'am," she blushed. "I notice you looking at her clothes, is that what you would like to wear?" "Oh no Ma'am I prefer more pink and purple." "But you like the style, correct?" "Yes Ma'am." "Excuse me young lady, my kitten likes your style. Could you tell me where you found what you're wearing?" asked the older woman. "Oh, umm. Petticoat Junction, I go to work there in about ten minutes. I can show you where it is." "Why thank you," her fingers caressed the black lace choker I was wearing. "Pity you're not a kitten. But you'll find someone I'm sure." Dreamer, I'm sure it was a pet name, blushed deep red, proving how shy she was. The woman seemed to dote on her every whim. As I lead them into the store the young girl squealed in delight as she saw the huge assortment of lace and taffeta petticoats in every color, length and style. "Priscilla, here you go. Here's your name tag." "Excuse me kitten, I mean Priscilla? Could you show us where to find what you're wearing only more in pink?" "Well go girl you have a customer to satisfy," Miss Margie said with an encouraging smile. I lead them back to the skirts, and helped them pick out several to try on. I noticed they never looked at a price tag. I envied them a little bit. But then the girl was a real girl I could tell because she wasn't shy at all about changing in front of me. She was wearing the sexiest pink lace panties that actually hid nothing. After they left almost two hours later Miss Margie called me over to the register. "Priscilla, that was really good. Would you like your commission now or at the end of the week with your check?" But she already had it in her hand. I looked at the two hundred dollars almost ready to cry. "Umm is this right?" "Yes you get five percent on anything under a hundred dollars. Over that you get ten percent, I rounded it up since the total was just two dollars shy of two thousand," she told me. I'll have to show you how to log into the register so your sales get credited to you. I was planning to do that but you got your first customer before I had a chance." I made two more sales after that but decided to take my commissions with my check. Nikki was waiting for me when I got off, "Whoa girl. Where'd that come from?" she asked. "You need to get started on some Hormones if you're serious," she told me. "I know where you can get some really good ones that won't cost you that much." "Stay with the creams, you don't want to do the pills or injections if you aren't seeing a Dr for them. Those can be dangerous. Plus the more you play with them the bigger they'll get too. or you can let me play with them for you," she winked. I was doing really good at the store, but I was spending most of my money on hormones, and ended up living in my car most of the time. Sometimes I could get a room at the YMCA. or just go there for showers. They were more accepting of me than the YWCA. But some of the guys got nervous around me even though they knew about me. A month later Miss Margie announced she was changing the name of the store to Madame Margie's. she thought it had a more updated ring to it. and got more hours as we got ready for the grand reopening. She'd added a few more items to the menu of clothing. Goth clothing, Corsets, and even Gaff's for the Gender Challenged girls as she referred to the Trans customers. Though I never heard her say a word I caught on pretty fast to how the other sales girls felt about Trans-Girls. I caught comments like, "You better wait on him, it's disgusting that he tries to pass as a real girl. My god just look at how he's going overboard to be girlie." I'd just smile, then be friendly as I suggested different outfits to help them get the right look. Or say, "Oh no sweetie, that isn't you at all," When one of the others would suggest something that I knew would scream Cross dresser. Or if no one else was around I would let them use the fitting rooms. I was steadily building my own customer base without knowing it, but Miss Margie seemed to know it, and encouraged me. I was surprised one day when I heard my name mentioned while I was on break. "Do any of you girls know where I might find Priscilla Alexander?" a familiar voice said. Turning I saw Amanda standing close by watching me. I remembered I'd told her that I was using my old middle name as my new last name. "Holy cow, Mandy are you sure she's the little sister you told me about?" said a Brunette with huge tits and short hair. "Priss, this is Deanne. My wife," My oldest sister said. "If I didn't already know you were a guy, I'd swear you were a muff diver," Deanne said in a low voice. Causing me to blush and look around to make sure no one heard her. "Sis, no one here knows about me. To everyone I know, I'm Priscilla Alexander," I said to express my concern that her, wife? Yes that was the term she'd used, didn't out me to people I knew. "Priss, look who I found," Nikki said excitedly. Then saw Amanda. "Oh crap, when did you get in town?" "About two hours ago. I've been busy looking for my baby sister," she answered. Then turned back to me, "Just look at you. Oh Honey you're going to love L A. it's so wild there." "What are you talking about? I'm not going to L A, I have a job and friends here who accept me," I looked to Nikki for support. "Amanda, please. She's been my little carpet muncher since your dad threw her out. And after he slapped the shit out of her, well let's just say I won't let her get hurt again." "What? You think I would hurt my baby sister?" Amanda was indignant. "No but you forget, I've been to L A. I know how it is out there. And I won't let her get caught up in that bullshit." My sister wheeled around to look at look at me, "Do you want to come to L A, or stay here? it's your choice." "I have a job here and I think a lot of people who need me," I said. "Honey if Nikki was your friend she'd have gotten you bigger fake tits," she emphasized her point by pinching my stiffened nipple. "Oww you bitch," I yelped. "That hurt," "Look you don't have to pretend they're real." Nikki edged closer, her arm around me, "Let me see if it made a bruise," she pulled my top away from the my chest to look down, knowing I was wearing a half cup bra. Then looked up at Amanda, "What's wrong with you? She's been on hormones for almost two months now." "Hormones? Oh shit Prissy I'm so sorry I didn't know," she said apologetically. "I told you about it last month," I said. "And the name is Priscilla, not Prissy," I reached in my purse and took out a tube of Oragel handing it to Nikki, "Come on I'll let you work your magic." They followed us to the ladies room where they watched me lift my top so Nikki could massage a little bit into my now bruised nipple. "Priscilla? Are you ok dear?" it was the older woman I'd discovered was a cougar. "Yes Miss Donovan," I answered. "How's Dreamer, is she enjoying the new skirts you bought her?" "I was afraid you were being nabbed by another Cougar," she looked at my Sister and her wife, "Dreamer is at our table with her sister Shadow. We were just getting ready to go to the shop to look for something for her to wear to school at the end of the month." Taking my chin in her hand Amanda turned my face to hers, "Don't ever become a Kitten little sister. It's not for you," Then she walked out of the bathroom. "Your sister seems to have a rather Jaded view of Kittens. Or maybe their Cougars," Miss Donovan said. "She ran into one who wasn't very nice to her," offered Nikki. "She fought her to get free though." "Then she doesn't understand that only a tiny percentage are like that. do you know which one she ran into?" "Miss Dread," Nikki said. "She isn't a Cougar, she's a Pimp Bitch. You stay away from her Priscilla, please?" "Yes Ma'am." Shadow was both an older image of Dreamer, and the exact opposite in taste. Where Dreamer loved all things frilly and girlie and a bit flashy, Shadow liked Darker modest clothing. Preferring long ankle length dresses and skirts. "Shadow, you need to find some skirts for school so you can get used to wearing them before you go," Miss Donovan kept telling her, "They're part of the required uniform, and I know you really want to go to school." "I do, I really do want to go to the Kitten Academy, but do I have to wear that awful uniform?" "What's the uniform like?" I asked them. "Oh, for first year kittens it's a short pleated pink plaid Mini with a short sleeved button down blouse, and two to three inch T-strap heels, with white knee socks." "I can't wait till I'm old enough to become a full kitten and go to school," gushed Dreamer excitedly. "You've still got a few years to be my baby kitten at home young lady," she was told. Dreamer pouted, and she said. "Go find yourself something really pretty." The phone rang beside the register and it was Joanne, the other sales girl calling to say she wasn't coming in. it meant more hours for me so I didn't mind. As I was ringing them up Miss Donovan commented, "I wonder if there are any strong young men who might help to carry all this to the car?" "Let's just call Avery, he's just sitting out there waiting," Shadow said. "Avery is the Chauffer, not the bag boy. Why don't you show me if you've learned to use your charms yet," Shadow giggled then left the store to return a minute later with three boys following her. They carried the bags out following them toward the parking lot. I was excited, I'd just made over five hundred in commissions, and could now afford to get the Androgen blockers on top of my regular hormones. Nikki didn't like me taking the pills but they had been helping my breasts grow faster, when I could afford them that is. After work I went by to see my sister. We talked for a long time, and I really did enjoy seeing her. But I didn't want to burden her with taking care of me. I wanted to find my own destiny, and live it. but most of all I wanted to be loved by someone not afraid to show it or fight for it. The more I thought about it the more I thought about Miss Donovan and her Kittens. I knew I didn't want a pampered life. just open honest love and understanding. I'd looked at the address on the form she'd filled out for our Email advertisements. "Priscilla, what are you thinking about," Amanda asked me as I was getting ready to go to bed in their hotel room. "Oh I was thinking about how much easier it would be if I had a computer. I mean a lot of people I know belong to a on line support group." "You don't have a computer?" she looked shocked. "No mine was left at home when I got kicked out. And I don't really have room for a desktop anyway," I told her. She seemed to let it drop, then kissed me goodnight. I took advantage of staying with her during her short visit. On her last day she said, "we got you a present," And held out largish box wrapped up in party paper. Deanne was smiling hopefully at me holding a smaller package. I tore the wrapping off, to see the box underneath. They'd bought me a laptop. I actually cried, hugging them both. "Here's something else," Deanne said. "I hope you like it." It was an accessory kit, mini mouse, drawing stylus, extra battery, and charger cable, and a laptop case. Inside was a notebook with their email and home address. And several websites for transgender support groups. They sat with me while I set it up and got it registered. Then, started bookmarking the sites after figuring out how to link into the hotels Wi- Fi. I hoped Miss Margie would let me use the stores Wi Fi when I was at work. I knew the other girls did, but unlike them, I would ask first. I'd used the library computers and when I was at Nikki's I used hers to keep my Email and Facebook page current. There were lots of people disappointed that the stores name had changed. I wondered if Miss Margie knew about that. After they left I went to Nikki's. she was fawning over my new computer saying it was really state of the art. So I let her play around with it. "Wow, I love this new Windows Seven. How big is the hard drive?" she said. "Oh fuck that's huge." "What is?" "The hard drive, you have two Terabyte's. And six Gigs of RAM. A Quad Core Processor, holy cow Bat Girl" "Is that good?" I asked. "Good? That's like a zillion times better than mine," After a minute she said, "You have Fashion Design Pro on here." "What? No way." "See right here in the programs menu," I looked and sure enough my sister had gotten the five hundred dollar program installed on my computer. Nikki looked through the accessories in the carry case, "Here it is, the drawing stylus that goes with the program. Can I play with it, please, pretty please?" After about an hour she pushed me back onto her bed, and pulled my top off over my head leaving my arms trapped. With a giggle she straddled me and said, "I'm not wearing panties." Giggling I said, "I can tell, now what are your plans for me since I'm at your mercy?" She lifted up and scooted forward then planted her wet pussy on my right breast. "I'm going to tittyfuck you till you cum in your panties. Then I'm going to make you lick me till I cum on your face." She rocked her hips rolling them around, my sissy cock getting hard in its bent back position making me squirm as she ground her hot wet pussy onto my breast. Then just before I could cum she lifted up and started on the left one. Back and forth she teased me until my balls ached, my sissy cock hurt as I begged her to let me cum. Then with an evil grin she flipped around over me, covering my face with her delicious pussy. She quickly pulled out my clitty and started sucking as she came on my face. Then I began cumming my hips jerking as I pumped my hot cream down her throat. "What the hell are you girls doing in here? oh shit!" her mother exclaimed as she saw us entwined on the bed. The door slammed closed, and we heard her retreating back down the hallway. "Oh shit, we got caught," I was scared. "Don't worry she's caught me before with other girlfriends." After a few minutes there was a knock on the door, "Nikki, I'd like to see you in the living room. you and your, umm friend" The discussion started out with, "I don't care who you are young man or why you dress like that. you will not take advantage of my daughter. And not in my own house," her father was blaming me, and I let him. Her mother was a bit more tolerant but didn't go against him. I was humiliated, and demeaned. Her mother walked to her room with me to get my computer. "He'll get over it," she said. "But you two can't come here together anymore until he does." He was still yelling at her when I left, and I turned at the door. "You are no better than my father. If you really cared about her you might try accepting her for who she is." "Get out, you won't ever see her again, do you hear me," he screamed. I ran to my car, tears streaming down my face. Then finding a secluded corner in the Mall parking lot I parked and climbed into the back seat after locking the doors. I cried myself to sleep, knowing he would never even try to understand. I watched for her the next day at Spencer's, but she didn't show up to work. I tried calling but they hung up the instant they heard my voice. I could tell her mother had been crying. I was feeling lost and vulnerable as I got a hot dog at the food court to wait. Then one of the girls she worked with stopped to tell me her parents had sent her off to an institution because she'd threatened to run away with me as soon as she got to work. The place was out west too far away to go visit her. I didn't realize anyone was there with me until I felt the warmth of her arm around my shoulders. In my state I let myself be comforted. I never really looked to see who was guiding me from the Mall. But I found myself in the back of a van. Suddenly I had three girls on top of me holding me down. I recognized Molly the Hatchet. In my grief stricken state I didn't resist. As they drove to some abandoned warehouse. I let myself be dragged into a room with a stained mattress on the floor. Then found myself cuffed to a huge eye bolt sticking out of the wall about a foot above it. it was dark but dim light filtered in through the dirt covered window. The room smelled like piss and stale sex, with trash and discarded used condoms everywhere. "I'm first," Molly said, "I'm going to rip that pampered little ass of yours apart bitch." But I was too numb from grief to care. My whole life seemed to be over anyway. so what did I care what they did to me? The three girls took turns using strapons. Then I was turned over to a gang of boys who liked the idea of "Breaking in a new Tranny," for the Woman to sell. It wasn't until later when they were resting that I found my will to live again, something to care about. "Man I hope they get a chance soon to grab that little one, Miss Donovan sure can pick the sweet innocent ones, and just looking at her makes my dick throb," one of the guys said. "Hey, stop talking about that shit," Molly growled. "You know we're not supposed to go near any declared Kittens. So don't let anyone know we're out to grab one." Later I was un cuffed, "Come on Sissy slut, time to get cleaned up and go to the motel. Mom wants you making her some money." I got cleaned up, pretending to be beaten and resigned to my fate. Then when Molly and her two friends put me in the van I waited till I knew where I was. Lashing out with the spike heeled pump they'd given me to wear I kicked the driver in the ribs. He crossed the line and hit another car, and I jumped out running as fast as I could. Hoping I could get far enough away to take off the heels, before they caught me again. I started staying at the Y, after that, combing the Mall for any sign of Miss Donovan and avoiding Molly and her gang. When I finally went back to work Miss Margie asked if I was alright. She took me to the back room and said she was sorry to hear about Nikki. I told her what had happened with her parents, leaving out the part about them finding out about me. "Older people tend to be blind to real love, they get set in their ways and can't understand that it's natural for some girls to love each other that way." Her words made me feel better. Then she saw my computer, "why don't you go online and send Miss Donovan a warning about them?" "What? You mean use the stores Wi Fi?" "You're the only one that doesn't. and you're the only one I feel comfortable giving permission to," she handed me a slip of paper, "That's the password for the secure net. I trust you not to do anything foolish with it." The secure net was unlimited. The other one was limited to ten minute blocks of time. Over the next few weeks I got to know Miss Donovan better, and to understand that there really was more to Cougars and their kittens than anyone ever dreamed about. It wasn't just about sex or domination. It was love and trust, and no cougar would take advantage of a kitten before she was ready. Shadow, was older and ready, while Dreamer was younger and would decide on her own when, or if she was ready to go the next step. In trusting your welfare to someone else, becoming obedient to them you became even more free than ever before. Free because you knew just how deep that love and trust was. She kept offering to set me up with different cougars she knew, but I wasn't quite ready for that yet. "You'll know when the time comes if you're ready," she assured me. "But only if it's what is right for you. And remember a cougar who loves you will always let you leave instead of trying to force you to stay." I was sitting there thinking about that, enjoying being the only one in the store, the other sales girl having called in again. I'd just finished putting out the new stock when a woman and young girl walked in the door. "May I help you Ma'am," I offered. "Oh we're just looking for the basics," she said. Mostly some new bras," The girl blushed, and I could see she was both embarrassed and excited about the idea. I lead them over to a rack of pretty, frilly bra and panty sets. After they picked out several I suggested she try them on for proper fit. "It's ok Darla, I'm right here with you," They stepped into the changing room and I went and got a few Gaffs for her to try on. I don't know what it was I was just sort of drawn to the pair. I could tell they weren't mother and daughter. But they didn't really fit the Cougar/kitten definition either. The girl needed help that was for sure, and the woman wanted to help her. She just didn't quite know how. So I decided to step in and lend a hand. I opened the dressing room door and said, Here try these on," The girl yelped and hid behind the woman. I apologized, then the woman came out and I explained what the Gaffes were and what they were for. "How did you know?" "She's been sort of standing out there since you walked in the door," I said. "Excuse me Darla? My name is Priscilla, can I come in and help you honey?" I really think I was her first as I knelt there helping her put on her first Gaff, her clit was so stiff it wouldn't bend back. Looking up into her eyes I just said, "Here let me help you with that," I barely got it in my mouth before it erupted. I smiled to myself as I swallowed her sweet nectar. Then quickly tucked her into the Gaff, and pulled it up. After that Darla seemed to forget about being embarrassed, she raced around the store finding pretty things. Sometimes not waiting to go to the fitting room. we were giggling and laughing as the woman kept adding things to the growing pile beside the register. I'd just finished bagging up their purchases when Miss Margie walked in from the back. She apologized for me getting stuck there by myself again then looked at the receipts. The Woman Beverly, and Darla hung around as I was told that I had earned a bonus, and to go get that frilly pink and black corset I'd been drooling over for the last week. They of course had to check them out too. Darla found one she wanted to try on. It was almost like mine, in a merry widow design with ruffled lace and garters, and matching sissy panties. Beverly chose one in black with red satin trimming. We took turns lacing each other up. Then as we stood modeling them out front of the fitting room I realized how much I really wanted to help Darla. I excused myself to get my purse from the back then stood and used foundation and concealer to blend her exposed breast forms to match the rest of her exposed flesh. Giggling I said, "Now you can show more cleavage and no one will know the difference." I knew Darla and Beverly wanted to talk with me more, and waited as Miss Margie gave me the next two days off and told me about the promotion she was giving me, and why. She said she was fully aware of my status, and accepted me as a girl. Then gave me a hundred dollars suggesting I try a motel that charged a hundred a month rent, in a small town. The people who ran it were friends of hers she said. Then to everyone's surprise Beverly said she knew where it was and that they were from that town. My stomach was doing back flips, I felt excited and full of hope. It was like fate had reached out and pulled us all together at just the right moment. I helped them carry the stuff to their car, then hung out with them as they shopped around some more. We ended up at Spencer's, and Florence suggested I show them the sex shop down the road. I rode in the front giving directions, then noticed how shy Darla really was still as she hesitated at the door. They were just beginning to relax and find things that they'd like to try, they hadn't corrected Cora when she suggested they were Cougar and Kitten either. Then I spotted Molly's Mom, Mrs Dread. I excused myself and ran to get my car. It took longer than I thought it would, the damned battery was almost dead by the time it finally kicked over and started. They were sitting in the lot still when I got there, and I apologized explaining that Mrs Dread thought she owned me. It was a quit drive on the freeway out to Azalia. I'd never been there before, but it was pretty. Francine, Miss Margies Daughter met us in the parking lot explaining that she was sorry they didn't have a room but suggested I stay with them. She even suggested Beverly stay in Darla's house and rent out her own since Darla's was bigger. It was fun helping Darla clear out her old stuff putting it in the garage. We talked while we worked. And I discovered Beverly, Aunt Bev, was Darla's guardian and sort of adoptive Aunt. I could feel it building though, both wanted more but were afraid to say so. I woke up to the soft muffled moans, listening to her I knew she was trying too hard to reach her orgasm. I intended to repay her acceptance and kindness, with love and caring of my own. But when I opened my door I saw Darla standing there watching through the partially open door. When Darla slipped through the door into her room I crept down the hall to watch. Darla crawled onto the bed behind her and began kissing her rear end, then as Aunt Bev began to moan even louder I knew she was pushing her tongue deep in the older woman's ass as she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. Soon the dildo was forgotten and fell onto the bed, as Darla pressed her face deep into her pussy. I so wanted to join them but I thought I should let them have this moment as Bev began to cum hard, screaming out Darla's name. Before I knew it, Bev had Darla on her back, her pretty little sissy clit out and in her mouth. I watched as Darla came too soon. But Bev kept on sucking it till it was hard again. When Bev straddled Darla I was drawn into the room by my own needs. My Sissy clit throbbing in my panties. Bev came twice more riding Darla's clit, before the younger girl came, her body jerking as she filled Bev with her girly juices, while I tongued her tight pucker hole. I was surprised when, without warning Bev pull me Down beside Darla, her dripping pussy covering my face until I'd licked her clean. Next she freed my clitty from my panties and mounted me. She rode my clit hard, while she and Darla sucked on my nipples. When I came it was Darla's turn to lick her clean. Darla and I ended up sucking each other's clits, while Bev encouraged us, all the while she was reaming my sissy pussy with the dildo after wetting it inside her own pussy first. Darla wanted to be next, she even tried to get me to fuck her with my hard clit. But I think Aunt Bev and I knew she wasn't ready, not quite yet. I woke as Aunt Bev got out of bed to get ready for work. We sat and talked over coffee, and I told her I knew what to do and where to find what we needed for Darla. She gave me her car keys and asked if I needed anything. I said no, I had plenty of cash. Darla was still asleep when we both left, her to go to work in the local Diner. And me to go get Douches for both Darla and I.