Arlene and Jeff epi2

Chapter 2 - While Jeff is away finalizing the sale of his invention, a local bully coerces Jeff's wife and daughter into having sex. Jeff has to put his family back together and clean up the situation with the bully, while at the same time, moving to a retreat that they are converting to an enormous home, high in the Rocky Mountains. He has to juggle keeping his family going, while protecting the secret of the healer, and where it came from. Smoking fetish.

Several nights after Jack had fucked Arlene, Arnie was late in getting out of the house. Arlene had agreed to dress up for him the way he liked – minidress, tight blouse and high spike heels. She had been letting Arnie fuck her every night since Jack had caught them, but worrying about pregnancy, they were careful to use a rubber. They hadn’t seen Jack since the night he had taken Arlene’s cherry, and they hoped he would stay away from them.

They had held each other after Jack had pulled his cock out of Arlene, donned his pants and walked away. Arlene had begged Arnie to forgive her for coming when Jack shot off in her pussy, vowing it would never happen again. Both realized that Jack could still tell on them any time he chose, and although they tried to convince themselves that they would never let it happen again, Arnie was scared that Jack would come back to fuck Arlene again. But, there had been several nights of bliss now without a sign of Jack.

Arnie hurried through the woods that bordered the back of their homes and provided a safe route to Arlene’s without parents or neighbors seeing him. He imagined Arlene in his arms, kissing him, while she told him how much she loved him, as her tight pussy squeezed his cock.

He remembered the gobs of jackoff that had gushed out of her when Jack had pulled his cock out. Her pussy hair had been matted with the vile smelling rut. His seed had continued to leak out of her slit and run down the crack of her ass. When she stood and came into Arnie’s arms, it squirted out onto her legs. They tried to wipe it off with the blanket, but the slimy rut just kept coming out of the whimpering girl. They held each other and cried as it dribbled out of her onto the ground. Arnie’s cock had remained standing straight out the whole time. Arlene finally put her hand on it and while they kissed, jacked him off, but his seed spurted out on the ground. She wouldn’t let him put his dick in her, let alone come in her.

The next night, she did let him make love to her, but she had been sore from Jack’s cock, plus she had insisted that Arnie wear a rubber. She came each time he got to make love to her, but when she did, she just shivered against him; she didn’t buck and whine the way she had when Jack had come in her pussy.

Thinking about Arlene’s luscious body, with her long breasts, and big nipples, already had him with a hard-on. He was going to suck Arlene’s nipples, and try to get her to let him come inside her. After all, Jack had come in her twice; it wasn’t right for him (Arnie) not to get to come in her at least once.

Nearing her back yard, he slowed, making sure that he didn’t step on any twigs and cause enough noise to be overheard. As he came around the last big tree before Arlene’s yard, he stopped in his tracks. Though a bush obscured his view, he could see that Arlene was leaning back against the picnic table, just in the edge of the woods.

Jack had apparently interrupted her as she started to light a cigarette, because the long white cylinder was still dangling from her lips, unlit. At first, he thought she was just talking to Jack, but as he crept closer and his position changed, he got another glimpse through the foliage and saw Arlene’s naked breasts jutting out with her nipples aroused.

With sinking heart, he realized that Jack had probably been pulling and sucking on them for quite a while. He would put a stop to this; Jack could just tell if he wanted too, but this wasn’t going to progress into what it had last time. Then he heard Arlene’s little feminine “Uh, uh, uhs,” like she had made when Jack rammed his cock into her before.

“Nooo...” he whispered to himself as he understood what was happening. As he got to where he could see around the bush, he realized that Arlene’s minidress was riding up around her hips. Jack was standing between her legs, knees bent, thrusting his pussy-wet cock deep into Arnie’s darling.

“Uh, Jack. Uh, Jack. It’s big. Ohhh, Jack. Uh, uh, uh ... it’s hitting ... myyy wombbb.”

Jack was fucking her again – Arlene had said she would never let him do that to her – ever. She had promised, over and over again as she had jacked Arnie off. She had said she would be his forever, and they would forget about Jack. Arnie felt sick to his stomach. He started to go charging over to them, but he hesitated. Jack needed his ass whipped, but Arnie knew that he could never do it. Jack would just beat the snot out of him, and fuck Arlene, anyway.

Arnie decided that he wouldn’t embarrass himself by letting them know he was here. Begging wouldn’t do any good – it certainly hadn’t last time. Jack would just humiliate him, and fuck Arlene anyway. Tears in his eyes, Arnie continued to watch, his cock rock-hard in his pants.

Arlene’s long cigarette bounced delicately in rhythm to Jack’s thrusts. “Uh ... uh ... uh...” and the smack as their groins ramming together was all Arnie could hear as his darling took Jack’s cock up her pussy. Her long breasts swayed as Jack’s rhythm picked up and his ass slammed his dick hard up Arlene’s near virgin channel.

Arnie stood beside the tree, heartbroken as Arlene braced her hands behind her on the picnic table, her legs widespread, as Jack bent his knees, leaned back slightly and thrust up the girl. Arnie could see Jack’s oversized balls slapping against Arlene’s pert ass as he drove his cock home in her pussy.

Arnie heard Arlene say, “I promised Arnie, uh ... that I wouldn’t let, uh ... you do this to me again. Uh ... uh ... uh...” her voice muffled slightly as she continued to hold the cigarette in her lips, her breasts bouncing in time with Jack’s thrusts. Jack shoved in hard and ground his ass around. “Uhhhhhh,” she whimpered, then drew on the unlit cigarette for a moment, her cheeks hollowing as Jack rapid-fucked her pussy.

“Arnie and I love each other, and ... uh ... I told him I wouldn’t let you shoot off in me again,” she gasped. “Uh ... uh ... uh ... Oh, stop. Arnie will be here any minute, uh ... uh ... uh.” Jack slowed and thrust deep.

Suddenly, Arlene’s voice went up. “Jack, I can feel it jerking. Don’t you do it. Uh ... uh ... uh. Wait, Jack,” she whimpered. “Don’t shoot off in mmmeeeeeee...”

Jack hunched his slick cock up Arlene so hard and fast that he partially lifted her off her feet, her high spike heels scrabbling for purchase, her long breasts jiggling and bouncing as he rapid-fucked her.

“No, nnnnnnooooo, Jack.” Then he slammed in and held, his jerking cock as far up her as he could push it. There was a low moan from the girl as she pushed ineffectually against his shoulders. “Nnnooooo, Jack ... don’t. Your cock ... it’s...”

Arnie saw Jack’s balls heave, and a second later the girl grunted, moaned, drew on her cigarette, her breasts bouncing. She shivered, then rammed her pussy up Jack’s jerking pole.

The first spurt was so strong that she felt like it almost raised her off the ground. Her nipples tingled as her womb spasmed when his hot seed splashed against it. She stood grasping his shoulders as he machine-gunned his spurting cock up her pussy – her channel squeezing, milking, begging for more. The girl uttered her delicate, little, “Uh, uh, uh, uhs,” as Jack’s seed continued pumping into her belly. Her orgasm peaked and held her there.

Unable to control herself, she squirmed her pussy against Jack’s crotch, grinding her clit against his jerking shaft. Arnie could hear the smack, smack, smack, as Jack rammed their groins together, her breasts wildly swaying as milk sprayed onto the boy fucking her.

Jack’s thrusts slowed, then stopped as he held his cock buried in Arlene. After a while, Arlene took the cigarette out of her mouth and held it prissily in her hand. Jack said something to her and she giggled. They kissed, Jack moving his mouth on hers, exciting her again. She lay back on the table and he pushed her knees against her breasts, her high heels pointing toward the night sky. He moved his cock in and out, causing semen to drain past his dick to puddle on the table and glisten in the moonlight.

Arnie didn’t bother staying any longer. Heartbroken, he turned and made his way quietly back toward home, not realizing that Arlene’s mother was standing only a few feet away, watching the three of them.

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The next morning, Diana sat in the kitchen tapping a fingernail against the table. Why wasn’t Jeff ever here when she needed him? He had been on this trip for several days now, and probably wouldn’t be home before the weekend.

She had done her daughter’s laundry yesterday and had found a pair of panties with the crotch dried stiff. It had to be come. But, Arlene hadn’t beenalone with a boy. Diana had set down rules months ago, and had made sure she was around whenever Arnie came to visit. Then where had the sperm come from? she had wondered.

Last night as she checked on her daughter before going to bed herself, it had dawned on her. That was the reason Arlene had taken to sleeping late; she was sneaking out at night. Diana didn’t want to confront Arlene with fucking Arnie and then find out that she was just having some type of discharge, though. Her daughter would never forgive her. She just knew it had to be come in her daughter’s panties, but there had been a way to be certain; she waited about fifteen minutes after telling Arlene good night, then quietly opened her daughter’s door again. The room was empty.

Furious, Diana had gone down the stairs to the playroom/basement, slipped out into the garage, then on out through the door on the opposite side of the house. Arlene had to be in the back.

Quietly, Diana made her way around the side of the yard expecting to come from the back and catch Arlene and Arnie near the pool. Probably been screwing on the chaise lounge, she fumed to herself as she neared the picnic area. She heard noises and crept closer. She almost stepped in front of another figure that was so quiet she never heard him as he passed. Ah, it was Arnie. She almost slapped out at him for screwing her daughter, but instead, followed him. He stopped, then moved to the side and crept forward a few more feet.

What was he doing? Then she saw Arlene. It took a moment to get to where she could see clearly, then she just stood in shock. It wasn’t Arnie that had been screwing her daughter; it was the boy down the street, the high school dropout that worked as a maintenance man at the apartment complex a few blocks over. She thought about scratching his eyes out, but hesitated. She had never seen anything like this in her life. Her daughter was wearing a minidress that she had given her, her high heels (Arlene didn’t have any), and she had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth like some bar whore.

“I promised Arnie, uh ... that I wouldn’t let, uh ... let you do this to me again.”

Diana hesitated, conflicting emotions almost overpowering her. Her own pussy tingled as the guy shoved his cock up her daughter.

“Arnie and I love each other, and ... uh ... And I told him I wouldn’t let you shoot off in me again. Uh ... uh ... uh... Oh, stop. Arnie will be here any minute, uh ... uh ... uh.” Diana watched the guy ram into her daughter and hold.

Suddenly, Arlene’s voice went up. “Jack, I can feel it jerking. Don’t you do it. Uh ... uh ... uh. Wait, Jack,” she whimpered. “Don’t shoot off in mmmeeeeeee...”

After a few minutes, Arnie left, but Diana stayed and watched Arlene being fucked a second time. After the guy had gotten his rocks off again, he partially stood with Arlene lying on the table, his cock still up her pussy. Arlene pushed herself partway up, picked up a lighter from the table and slowly brought it to the cigarette, acting as if she had been smoking – and fucking – her whole life.

Diana turned and walked back toward the house, her own pussy hot and ultra-sensitive, aware of her nipples pushing against her bra. Why didn’t I stop them? She didn’t know.

She tapped her nail hard against the table a last time. It was time for Arlene to get her butt out of bed. She was probably lying in there with come drying on her panties again. The little nit had no way of getting all that come out of her. She would have to buy her daughter a douche bag, or a number of douches. What was she thinking? What she needed to do was lock her in her room until she was thirty-five.

She (Diana) hadn’t done anything last night because she didn’t want to risk causing Arlene to hate her. What was she to do? Yeah Jeff, she thought, gone again when I need you.

Most people that didn’t know the mother and daughter personally, thought they were sisters. Diana’s mother looked young for her age; Diana looked really young for her age. The last couple of years, she just seemed to look younger all the time. It would be hard to convince a stranger that Diana was more than twenty-two, and no one would believe she was twenty-nine.

Diana and Arlene were close, but if she started screaming at her daughter, Diana feared that their relationship would never be the same again. Still, this kind of crap couldn’t go on; Arlene would be pregnant in nothing flat – might already be.

She would put off talking to Arlene for a while. Right now, all she wanted to do was turn the little bitch over her knees and spank her, but Arlene was already almost two years older than Diana had been when Jeff talked her into getting into the back seat with him. She had never even let a boy kiss her titties before. That’s when she had found out what an effect pulling on her nipples caused, let alone, sucking them. She had spread her legs for Jeff, so hot she had no control at all; one big push and her cherry had popped. A few minutes later, her womb was full of sperm, and she was knocked up.

Sitting here pretending to be a one-woman debate team wasn’t doing any good; she might as well get dressed and get her shopping done. Getting up, she went into the bedroom to change. After deciding to wear a dress, she removed her shorts and top. The willowy brunette fluffed her waist-length, thick hair, then stood looking at herself in the mirror.

She undid her bra and critically examined her long full breasts, always engorged with milk no matter what she did. She had gone to her doctor, tired of wet stains on her clothing every time she got excited. He had given her a shot, and it seemed to help for a few days, until Jeff got around to really sucking her, and her milk started all over again. Two trips to the doctor later, another shot and some pills, she thought she had finally gotten rid of the milk. Wrong. She got hot with Jeff’s sucking – then he had started laughing. She didn’t even have to look. She didn’t try again; the shots made her dry-mouthed, and the pills made her constipated. The milk continued.

Her breasts still stood up (and out) as much as they always had. Men couldn’t take their eyes off them. Touching her nipples, they poked out, ready to be sucked or played with. She shivered as she gently pulled on them. If Jeff had been home last night, she would have fucked his brains out. She couldn’t get her mind off the guy fucking Arlene. Diana was still horny. She had gotten herself off a half dozen times with her vibrator last night while thinking about her daughter and this guy fucking, and she was tempted to do it again. Instead, she went to her closet.

She had started to fasten her bra when she saw her gray blouse. The material molded around her breasts, even with a bra on. She decided to give the guys at the grocery store a show, and dropped the bra into the dirty clothes hamper. She slipped the blouse on, along with a miniskirt, and picked up her black spikes. Dirt on the heels. Arlene had managed to slip the shoes back into Diana’s closet, but hadn’t gotten all the dirt off the heels. She grinned in spite of herself, wiped the heels with a dampened tissue, then sat on the bed to put them on.

As her eyes focused on her dresser drawer where she kept her vibrator, she felt her body flush. She was hot. She could still see that boy’s cock ramming up her daughter. Arlene had squealed when he had shot off in her. He had fucked her like he was trying to push his cock out her mouth. Her daughter had wrapped her legs around him and met him stroke for stroke.

Diana stood, checked her hair again, and left a note on the kitchen table telling Arlene that she had gone to run some errands and expected to be back in a couple of hours. She got her keys and purse, checked to see if she had cigarettes, and smiling, left a pack and lighter for Arlene next to the note. If she were going to smoke, she might as well do it openly. Diana intended to offer her one when she got back, just to see what Arlene would do. She wondered whose idea the cigarette had been, Jack’s or Arlene’s – it had looked sexy the way Arlene had done it, though.

As she backed the car out of the garage into the bright sunlight, she turned the air conditioner up. It was a typical Georgia early summer day – already hot and humid. Fifteen minutes later, the cashier at the bank’s drive-in window almost dropped her teeth when she saw Diana’s nipples poked out against the clinging material of the blouse. The cold air blowing on her breasts had puckered her long, thick nipples until they looked almost obscene. Completing the transaction, embarrassed until she was blushing, she turned toward home. She wasn’t sure she could even go in a bar at night looking like this; she definitely wasn’t up to a grocery store in broad daylight. If she hadn’t been so horny, she would never have gotten the idea; she always wore a bra to conceal her large nipples. She didn’t need a bra to hold her breasts up.

Not bothering to pull into the garage, she stopped in front with the intention of just running in to put on a bra. She went through the side door, down the hall and walked into the kitchen. Arlene was lying across the kitchen table, and Jack was just pulling his cock out of her. As it slid out, it slapped audibly on the edge of the table as he stood up. A gush of come squirted out of her daughter to run down the crack of her ass and form a puddle.

Arlene saw her mother and said, quietly, “Ohhhh, shit.”

Jack whirled to face Diana, his cock swinging against his leg, a few drops of come leaking from the head onto the floor.

“What are you doing here?” Diana heard herself inanely demand, her voice shrill. What do you expect him to say? she thought to herself, I’m fucking your daughter, Stupid. How do I get into these things? she asked herself.

Seeing her daughter lying on the table, legs splayed, pussy wet with come, fresh fucked, with this naked guy standing there with his dick flopping against his leg, was almost more than Diana could stand. Her own pussy twitched and her nipples again became rock hard as she hung on the verge of orgasm.

Fighting the flush of arousal, she screamed, “You’re the guy who fucked my daughter last night! Now you’ve come into my house and fucked her again. I’m going to call the cops.”

As they stood staring at each other, Jack’s cock started to rise. It was evident he was looking at her nipples. In two steps, he was upon her. With one hand on her back to keep her from moving away, he placed the other on her right breast, squeezing gently and running his thumb across her nipple. Diana gasped, shivered as he pulled on her nipple, and struggled to pull away from him. In a moment, his cock was pressing against her belly as it stood out in front of him.

Arlene, seeing what was happening, said again, awed, “Ohhh... shit.”

Jack gently rolled her nipple back and forth between finger and thumb as Diana half-heartily pushed at him with her hands. She shivered again, violently, as her pent-up orgasm released, sending spikes of ecstasy through her pussy. She mentally cursed herself, but before her orgasm had completely subsided, he had her blouse pulled up, a breast exposed, his mouth sucking her nipple.

She had never had anyone, other than her husband, suck her nipples, and she wasn’t any better at controlling her reaction now than she had been at thirteen when Jeff had sucked her for the first time. In addition, this person was almost a stranger, a stranger that she had watched fuck her daughter. He was probably six feet, had a muscular build, and the arrogant, assured way of someone who thought he was a cocksman. The only problem: she was afraid he was a cocksman. She tried to push his face away – his mouth from her breast – as another orgasm flashed through her pussy. Tingles raced to her nipples. She knew that Jack was sucking her milk, but she could only gasp and shiver, her hips slowly rotating, instead of slapping him silly. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop him?

Her naked daughter sat up, picked up the pack of cigarettes and lit one, just as sexily as she had done last night. Some part of Diana’s mind noted that Arlene hadn’t bothered denying anything, apparently had already put everything together. Since the only way she (Diana) could know about the fucking was to have watched, Arlene had nothing to hide about smoking.

Jack was now squeezing her other breast and working on the nipple. She could feel wetness on herself where that nipple had begun to drool. This is stupid, she thought. Here I stand, tits squirting milk like a cow, while this guy sucks me. I’m not going to let this nineteen-year-old fuck me. But about that time, he put a hand under her miniskirt and dragged his finger up the lips of her pussy through her panties.

That did it. Her body bucked as another orgasm hit. The next thing she knew, her ass was against the table and her daughter was scrambling to get out of the way. A few seconds later, her panties joined Jack’s shorts on the floor. Her skirt was soon pushed above her hips and his rod was pushing against her pussy. She struggled, at least mentally; she wasn’t sure her mind ever transmitted the thoughts into action, but she knew Jack had figured out her weakness. If her nipples were being stimulated, she was going to have an orgasm – she couldn’t help it, and she couldn’t stop it.

I wonder if he will make me hold a cigarette in my mouth the way he did Arlene, she vacuously thought.

She had to catch herself with her hands behind her or be pushed completely back on the table. As she braced herself, her breasts were offered all the more to Jack, who kept sucking her while he positioned himself. This guy must have a thing about tables. Do something, Stupid, she admonished herself, or he is going to fuck you, even as he put his weight behind his cock and the bloated head popped in. It spread her tube and started to slide up her, sending a trail of mini-orgasms shooting through her pussy.

He’s going to break his dumb neck, trying to push his cock up me and suck my tit at the same time. She felt him thrust hard twice, then a third time, pushing his cock farther up her pussy. On the fourth thrust, he turned her breast loose and rammed his cock the rest of the way, slamming into her, almost lifting her off the table. “Umpff,” she said, then admonished herself mentally for verbally reacting to him. The orgasm that had started when he began sucking her breasts, went through the roof when he slammed his groin into her clit. She violently shivered and convulsed as he drew his hips back and rammed his cock up her again.

“Wow,” she heard her daughter exclaim, as Jack rammed into her mother. As the woman bucked, her long breasts bouncing and swaying, multiple, hair-thin streams of milk sprayed from her swollen and elongated nipples. She heard someone moaningl realized it was herself. Jack’s rhythm picked up. He bent his knees and rammed into her, driving his cock deeper to touch her womb, the thrusts throwing her off balance. She scrambled for purchase with her high heels on the tile floor as he rapid-fucked her.

A few more thrusts and his rhythm broke. Oh, crap, she thought. When was my last period? She tried to count off the days. Am I fertile? She was afraid that she was. Fertile or not, he isn’t going to stop, and all I can do is come. Shit!

He jammed up her, hard, held, then shivered. Jamming up her again, he grasped her ass, leaned back and drove his cock to his balls – hard. His cock jerked. She managed a forlorn “Nooooo...” as she tried to squirm her pussy away from him before his cock erupted. She felt it swell and pulse as his jism geysered out of his cock, spurting into her pussy. “Uhhhhh,” she said as his rut hosed into her belly, even as some small part of her brain wanted to wring her neck for sounding like her daughter. His cock jerked again and the next gush spewed against her womb, causing a gasp to escape her lips. In spite of herself, she rammed her pussy against him as her orgasm again peaked.

My brain and my hips must not be on the same page. I want to stop, but my hips are fucking him like a bitch in heat. Jeff, you asshole, you should have been home with your dick up me. Now this punk is fucking the shit out of me. Her breath was coming in gasps, her legs splayed wide as she kicked out her passion before she went completely back on the table with her legs locked around his hips. My ass is still squirming around like a bitch in heat,she thought. What’s wrong with me? No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to control herself. Her pussy milked his cock the way he had her nipples.

When his cock quit squirting, he slow fucked her until he was sure that the last of his seed was inside her, then let his cock soak in her pussy as he kissed her and sucked her tits. She shivered, feeling the warm wetness inside her.

I had better give my husband a piece of ass without a rubber, she thought. This guy might just have done it.

An accompanying gush of come followed Jack’s dick as he pulled out of Diana. He squeezed a nipple another time, stepped over to Arlene, his limp cock bumping against his leg, kissed her thoroughly, and said, “I’m late. I’ve got to fix a leak in 37-C, but I’ll stop by for a little pussy tomorrow.” Without further comment, he pulled on his shorts and pants, slipped on his shoes and left through the back door.

Diana wouldn’t look at her daughter, but pulled the miniskirt down and her top over her breasts, picked up her panties and took off for the bathroom, hand under her skirt and capped over her leaking pussy – guilt flooding her mind like his rut did her pussy. She filled the douche bag as fast as she could and washed herself out twice. She fervently hoped she had gotten his stuff out of her in time.

What if I’m pregnant? Jeff would have a fit – and that would be with him thinking it was his baby. If he ever found out what had happened, there was no telling what he would do. Her hands trembled as she hung the bag back up. Where in the hell is the spermicide? she screamed mentally as she rummaged through the dresser drawer. There, finally. She filled the tube with shaking hands, lay back on the bed, shoved the applicator up her pussy and rammed the plunger home.

How on earth had she gotten into this? She had never messed around on Jeff, though she had been tempted when Carl propositioned her. He had pointed out that Jeff was gone an awful lot, and doubted that he had been true to her all these years. Carl had said it would be only natural for Jeff to seek company after staying in all those boring hotel rooms, and that she shouldn’t be mad at him about it, but should understand. Then he pointed out that what was “good for the goose was good for the gander.”

He added that there was nothing wrong with her having a little sex with someone discreet while her husband was gone. After all, Jeff had probably been doing it for years. When she again protested, he assured her that he wasn’t trying to break up her marriage, but just wanted to make love to her and fulfill her needs, just as her husband was probably getting his fulfilled.

She knew that Carl was only trying to get into her pants, and to make her rationalize her guilt away by making her think her husband was fucking waitresses while he was on his trips, but Carl had made her think, anyway. It kept bugging her. She had seen smudges on Jeff’s collar that had looked suspiciously like makeup, and had almost asked him if he had ever fucked around on her. But she was afraid he would tell her he had, and she didn’t know whether she wanted him to answer or not. It made her sick to think of him being with another woman, but at the same time, in a way, it excited her. After Carl had propositioned her, she had lain in bed alternately fantasizing about Carl fucking her, and her husband fucking a waitress. All the while, she masturbated like a teenager. Now this.

She had just had the shit fucked out of her by a nineteen-year-old that had gotten his rocks off in her with her no longer on the pill. Her doctor had taken her off birth control pills a year ago because he thought she had been on them too long. She and Jeff had tried several things, but finally just used rubbers.

He had been grumbling more lately, saying, it was like washing his feet with his socks on. He kept telling her he wanted to shoot his load in her. Well, he surely was going to get his wish. He was going to get a piece when he got home, then she was going to jump up and take a douche. Hopefully, he wouldn’t suspect anything, and it would expose her to as small a chance of pregnancy as she could manage under the circumstances. A douche was chancy birth control at best, though. Crap. How did I get myself into this mess?

“Arlene! Get yourself in here,” she yelled.

When her daughter stepped timidly into the bedroom, the girl now clothed in halter-top and shorts, Diana continued gruffly. “Since the same guy has just fucked us both, I guess it doesn’t make any difference if we use the same douche bag.” Arlene looked questioningly at her with her eyes round. Diana relented and changed her tone. “Look, we’ve both screwed up, big time. I’ve taken a douche and I want you to, also. I know that you’ve been fucking him before today, and you might already be pregnant – me too. He could have gotten me just now – but I want to make every effort we can, so get in there,” she said, pointing toward the bathroom, “and I’ll show you how. Then we’ll introduce you to a tube of spermicide and hope for the best.”

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