'Irish Twins' Home Alone Sequel

"Feeling better now, Melinda?"

"Yes ... yes, ma'am," Heidi answered for shy Melinda, having been transformed.

"Good, girl. It would be even better like this," Dottie countered as she unfastened the tie on her yoga pants, stretched the waistband, and slid them down, letting them drop to her ankles. She stepped out and did a slow twirl again in her opened top and pink panties. In a second twirl, she doffed the top, let it fall to the floor, and stood facing Melinda in her hot-pink panties. Mrs. White looked luscious, standing there twirling and enjoying the freedom of being almost naked in the warm air.

Heidi's face flushed. It could have been the near-naked daring of a school counselor in front of her, or the awareness that it was in her script step coming up to do the same, and still -- it could have been the flush of excitement at her first woman-to-woman encounter. At any rate, the cameras picked up the wide-eyed stare, and the flushed rose-tinged shade of pink heat splashed across her chest and closeups of rock-hard nipples.

"Yes, this sure is better," came Melinda's excited voice, as she hastily shucked her skin-tight jeans, exposing her long cheerleader classic-framed body -- big round bottom, narrow waist, and heavy heaving breasts capped by a head of curly blonde hair. In panties for the moment, and the minimum needed attire for an advertisement, Heidi wore a winning and proud smile beaming out, 'Look at what I got!' The Steadicams caught the dampness through her panties, as Heidi watched Dottie twirl.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC -- BUILDS TENSION]

The school counselor showed how the nearly blind Dottie felt her way down the sink counter, drawing nearer to Melinda, as she backed her up against the sink. Dottie hesitantly reached out and touched Melinda's bare shoulder, caressing her cheek with affectionate fingertips. Her cloudy, gray eyes looked longingly at Melinda.

Melinda's outer body reacted in surprise at the proximity. Heidi, the cheerleader, had never been so close to another naked woman. Especially one whose eyes seemed to devour her body and whose fingers played with her nipples in ways that triggered waves of pleasure coursing through her body as Dottie asked, in a voice dripping with seduction.

"What's the matter, sugar? Did you think you could put enough money into your college kitty to pay your tuition by working a few summer days at menial tasks? Darling, your mama knows what you are here to do. That's why she told you to do anything, anything I want, girl ... and I want this, now!"

"How many times ..." Melinda stammered, her voice trembling as her eyes widened. Her expression bore a dawning awareness of where this contact was heading. But Dottie just purred, as she kissed her long luscious neck.

"You do the math, honey. Divide the university's tuition with fees and board, and see how many times it takes ..." Dottie whispered into her ear, as she stroked her fingernail across Melinda's ample breasts, ending up flicking a turgid nipple and getting the expected results. Heidi felt the surge race from her tingling nipples straight to her cunty like a race car tracking at high speed. Her head snapped back, as her mouth flew open. There were no directions in the script for that -- it was her body's response to lust -- it was lustful emoting.

"A lot of times ... an entire summer's worth."

Melinda breathed in answer to the math quiz, as she began to ease down to her knees. Melinda buckled in obedience, knowing the summer heat in the kitchen wasn't the only hot thing that would fill her days with Ms. Dottie. Her hands guided Melinda's face into her quim.

MAIN CAMERA VIEW FROM ISLAND SINK

Shows a top naked view of DOTTIE'S hands gently pushing on MELINDA'S SHOULDERS

Melinda slowly sinks behind the sink -- HEAR out-of-sight sounds of cunnilingus.

HEADSHOT OF DOTTIE -- from above sink view

Facial reactions, cupping breasts. Go through orgasm phases to the point of rapture.

FADE TO BLACK

TAKE-TWO -- A FULL LESBIAN KITCHEN SCENE

BEHIND SINK CAMERA ANGLE -- STEADICAM FILLERS

MELINDA GOES DOWN ON DOTTIE

Even the cold tile floor did not affect Heidi's knees and bare feet, as she buried her tongue into Mrs. Wilkes' quim, and did her best to bring her to get her off while facing a different camera angle for a full on-screen orgasm. She spread the counselor's moist lips for the Steadicam guys' camera close-ups from just behind her shoulders, peering into the intimate space of lusty parted lips.

"Like this, Ms. Dottie? Am I doing it right?" Her hands gently pried her moist lip folds open.

It took a good minute to capture the time needed to edit and adjust the action and timing, as Heidi fingered, licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked Mrs. Wilkes into oblivion -- a real sexual multi-orgasmic series of climaxes, caught on several different camera views.

Neither Heidi nor Mrs. Wilkes would know how stiff viewer's cocks would be, until after the final edits were made. For now, it was just an intimate or a nearly-intimate moment between two women on a kitchen floor -- as intimate as it can get with just a few extra cameras, lighting crew, and Hank, the director, standing in the wings to be sure things went right.

And, of course, Albert ensured all the connections were functioning.

"Yes-s-s-s, so good. It's been so long since I've been kissed, touched by a woman, or made love to a woman .... You will do that for me in a few minutes, Melinda. Ever done a woman before?"

"No, ma'am," Melinda mumbled, as she returned to licking cunt. It was her first, and Heidi hoped it was done right. Indeed, Ms. Dottie White was as wet as Melinda, when she diddled herself at night.

"Then don't worry, sugar. By summer's end, you'll be a sexpert at it. I'll train you well. So well, even your momma would enjoy your services, honey. Maybe, you could be good enough to earn some tuition at the dorm for services rendered?"

Melinda pressed her face tightly against Dottie's undulating and oozing slit, burrowed her tongue deeply, and tried to twirl it around, imitating how she did her fingers late at night at home in her bed. Hoping Ms. Dottie wouldn't push her for an answer on what she thought about getting her mother off. She began to wonder if not withdrawing from college had been a mistake.

"You're a natural at this, baby. Stick your fingers in with your tongue, sugar girl. Get me off -- darling, faster, harder. Then we'll go to my bedroom and play together. Lots of time before we head off to dreamland."

"Dreamland -- I'm staying overnight?" Melinda backed out of that sopping cavern to ask.

"Repeat it, Melinda, but like an exclamation!" Dottie White crooned, grasping the mop-headed blonde's hair with two hands.

Emoting, Melinda breathed, changing her tone, and gasped out an exclamation, "Dreamland -- I'm staying the night!"

"Um, now, I like that enthusiasm!" Dottie chuckled, as she pulled her face back into position and moaned with delight. 'Baby, it's going to be fun, training your sweet, compliant fuck-face.' Melinda picked up where she had left off; she had no choice.

And Mrs. Wilkes, well into her own realm of delight, felt her sexual ecstasy rising as her face glowed a rose pink from the heat of her lusty exertion. She rutted against the young face held firmly against her mons. Until a massive resolution stunned her; she screamed and exploded -- drenching Heidi's fresh, star-bound face as the cameras caught it all. The closeup of Heidi's wide-opened mouth registered total surprise, as she caught the full squirt of the elementary school counselor's massive cum. It was spectacular. A scene that had to be done in a slow-motion reveal in the final editing process.

SCENE OUT TAKE CAM 2

FADE TO BLACK

Mrs. Dottie Wilkes lay nearly unconscious as the cameras continued to roll. The Steadicams swarmed around her like bees.

Finally, Hank called out, "Cut! That was great, girls. I'll get these takes cleaned up. Stand by for the afternoon, if we need to do any fill shots. Hollywood should be pleased with this."

A boom camera operator held out his hands to help Heidi up off the floor. While 'Hollywood' Albert lent a hand and two arms to steady a wobbly Mrs. Wilkes. He helped brush her long hair around her breasts and long slender neck. Both women took the robes being offered.

Mrs. Wilkes smiled at Heidi. It wasn't a counselor's approving smile, either. It was a woman-in-heat smile that had just gotten eaten by a newbie. Heidi slipped into the robe, tied it, and wiped sex drool off her face with the sleeve. Her face had a slut-look, one with red lipstick in places it didn't belong.

"I hear Hollywood calling your name Heidi. Maybe, even putting it on a star on that famous sidewalk," Mrs. Wilkes announced to the camera team. It brought out chuckles and a sprinkle of applause.

Heidi's dour look began to change, as she wiped the squirt off her face. A wry smile spread across the slut-looking appearance. She realized she had successfully done it -- done it with a woman and had a chance at Hollywood. At least, in her mind, it did.

The counselor caught Hank's wink, and his smile aimed straight at her with a look of gratitude. Hank put his arms around Heidi to steady her, until she got her sea legs under her again. Then he motioned for help, and an assistant guided her to the showers. Dottie knew the wink was for the 'good coaching assistance' she gave Heidi in her first of several girl-on-girl scenes to be shot.

'Hope the rest of the scenes are this damned hot,' she thought. 'It's like a double payday and simultaneously living in paradise. My cunt is going pitty-patty, loving every throb of it.' Dottie Wilkes draped her studio robe over her arm and strolled off to the showers -- enjoying the looks coming her way as she crossed the large expanse heading to the showers. The exhilaration of portraying a ravenous lesbian was so damn close to her true nature, that she basked in the heat of it -- taking that naked stroll down the hallway and putting her pride on display.

"Mrs. Wilkes? Hi, I'm Albert. Hank's kids call me Hollywood Albert. I enjoyed your performance today. Sure, beats the hell out of the crap that goes for acting in today's industry."

"It's Dottie, Albert, Hollywood Albert, I should say. I sent Mrs. Wilkes on a summer vacation and took her body ... to give it a spin for the summer. And I'm liking it," the elementary school counselor answered, while smiling at Albert.

"May I join you for lunch?"

"Sure, but I see you didn't bring anything to eat, or does your body run on something besides food?"

Albert smiled at her flirtatiousness. "Well, I have been known to survive on a fur burger for lunch for quite a while."

"Now, aren't you a delight, with a brilliant smile, a devilish tongue, and a man who knows how to pander to a woman's daydreams," she answered. "But aren't you just a bit too forward? We don't even know one another."

"I believe I know enough about you already, Dottie. I saw the tattoo cloaked by your long beautiful hair as I helped you up this morning. You have it because you live the lifestyle?" he asked, sitting beside her, and letting his hand rest against her thigh.

"It's brand new," Dottie answered softly, staring into his bright blue eyes. "And yes, I'm a fledgling coming out this summer to experience and embrace the lifestyle it signifies."

Albert slid his hand between her thighs and slowly massaged the apex. Dottie's head raised slightly, as the excitement of his finger thrust at her mons. She didn't rebuke the overture. It was totally in line with her newly acquired lifestyle. Her eyes locked into his as she sat quietly, soaking in the sensations. "Your keyhole is unique, Dottie. I've never seen a lotus flower entwined around a keyhole the way yours does."

"Is it a personal design?"

"I draw," she breathed more deeply than with a normal conversation, "something my mother encouraged, so, yes, this is my design -- a reflection of my heritage. The lotus flower generally represents rising above temptation and becoming a better person. In Hindu belief, lotus flowers symbolize beauty, purity, and spiritual awakening."

"And yet here you are offering yourself ... my lotus flower," Albert whispered, gazing into her dark cocoa eyes, "tempting me and so desirable, I can't resist carrying you away, my beautiful flower. And, by the way, I've always wanted to eat a Hindu fur burger. My crossover van is in the parking lot out back. I want all of you, from the dot on your forehead to your toes, everything you have to offer, and in every position known to man or woman. Do you freely accept my needs, Dottie? Come fuck with me; show me what you know of your newfound free-use lifestyle."

Dottie smiled with a gentle chuckle, as she considered his brazen proposition and replied, "The magnetic strip on my free-use membership card has barely been scratched, Albert. You'll have to bear with me." Again, she laughed aloud as she decided to give him what he wanted, while declaring some boundaries, "I'm open to everything, except great pain and rough-assed stuff."

Albert took her elbow and guided her out of the cafeteria, down the hallway, through a dark passage to where he parked his van each day. It was secluded, and no one was around to hear any sounds coming from inside. Albert would be a good boy this afternoon, in the scant amount of time he had to test Dottie Wilkes' free-use boundaries. He knew he couldn't damage this fragile lotus flower. She had to be available for retakes this afternoon. And knowing that she believed in the unrestricted use of her body by anyone for their pleasure, he would be seeking her out and others to expand on new horizons, as the summer wore on.

Albert assisted her into his van and stepped inside after her. When he closed the door and turned around, Dottie had undone four blouse buttons. Albert smiled. "It's nice fucking free-use women," he remarked. "All the dancing routine of 'will she or won't she' are already dispensed with. All that's left is the doing parts."

Another intricate keyhole design appeared between her breasts as she unclasped her bra in front. "Isn't that an unalome symbol?" he inquired, reaching out to trace the soft skin over the elegant series of looping curves crowned by a lotus flower with a keyhole in its center, an inked-in Buddhist symbol.

"Yes, it is. I didn't take you for a man who studied religions, Hollywood Albert," she answered, as she shucked her slacks, bent carefully to get them over her ankles, and tossed them onto the kitchenette counter. Albert knelt and assisted with her panties, tossing them onto her slacks.

"If I remember correctly, the upper straight line is typically crowned with three dots, correct?" he asked, planting a soft series of kisses in a circle around her mons. Her hips shuddered from the electrical tingles flowing across her slit.

"Only when one achieves Enlightenment are the three symbolic dots added," she managed to answer his inquiry in a slight ebb, as his tongue traced the outer lips and then dipped inside to roam.

"Is that what you seek, Dottie, sexual Enlightenment?"

"We are each of us on our own path, Hollywood, but we are all on the same path together. This is the first of those three universal truths, Albert," she moaned, as his tongue found her small sensitive nub under the fold of her hood.

"I've found that applying gentle kisses right here," Albert murmured, "universally produces some wonderful tremors and elicits some universal truths of their own -- women love being licked and tongue-fucked." Her squeal and uncontrolled tremors coursing through her thigh muscles confirmed for Albert, that, at least, one Hindu did.

"The second one is?" he asked, not caring what she replied. He just loved to hear a woman trying to formulate answers, as he drove them up the wall while he dove into their cunts with his tongue.

"At the moment, I ... don't remember the second one," she managed to get out hesitantly, as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her slit.

Her hips twitched in response, and she quickly thrust up and down his slippery-coated face. She enjoyed that feeling of his mouth eating her cunt. Then, as if struck by a lightning bolt, Dottie's back arched, and her head jerked back as she tremored. Immediately, she doubled forward, wrapping her breasts over Hollywood Albert's shaggy head of silvery hair.

"Fuck!" burst from her lips, as she pulled her overly sensitized slit away from his probing tongue, unable to take more without some reprieve. Weak-kneed, she tumbled onto the twin-sized bed. Her eyes closed, and she felt him shuffle, lift her slightly, and crawl beside her prone body. Despite spending the morning being recorded, as Heidi brought her off with multiple orgasms in those lesbian scenes, Dottie had just experienced a few more eye-rolling ones under a veteran cunt-licker's talented tongue. She was exhausted. Time was growing short; she began registering that fact, as she lay beside Albert. As she looked into his eyes, she knew he felt it, too.

Albert rolled on top of her body, crushing her breasts under his weight, and stuck nine inches of swollen cock into her in one thrust. He fucked her using her free-use lifestyle pass. He would have flipped her over and done the other side, but time was too short today. That would come tomorrow.

Dottie lay beneath Albert, feeling the endorphins lull her senseless, as he thrust against her body. The sounds inside the van were mingled with grunts, and sharp slaps of meat meeting meat, as his cock and balls banged against her ass. Albert held her ankles up into the air and took his pleasure while watching her face glaze over, as he hammered her. Still, it wasn't brutal. She accommodated his needs to come in a free-use cunt. 'Hope to hell they don't need any outtake shots this afternoon,' she thought, realizing her body wasn't the fuck up to it now.

'Suffering is inevitable, but, like all things, it is also impermanent.' The third universal Buddhist truth registered in the recesses of her dazed mind as Albert's railing against her body seemed almost unending. But like all things, she knew his sexual lust would also be impermanent -- he would come and shoot his wad against the back of her vagina using that long hose-of-a-cock -- eventually.

Andy tossed and turned in bed, watching the clock on his computer screen. It blinked at midnight. 'Time enough,' he thought, 'it's safe to slip across to Sissy's room.'

Easing his door open, he walked gingerly across the hallway and tapped. It was out of habit that he did, waiting for her permission. It didn't come.

'Probably fell asleep, like I did yesterday,' he thought, easing the door open and slipping inside. Her nightlight was off; the dark room held a hint of light from a sliver of the crescent moon shining through her window.

Feeling his way across the room to her bed, Andy reached for her sheet, raised it, and slipped beside her Sleeping Beauty body, as Albert had called her. She stirred awake as his arm embraced her tummy. Ladened with sleep, Sissy tried to roll, scooted further away from his body, and moved again until she was face-to-face with Andy.

"Sorry," Andreanna whispered, "I guess I fell asleep. Too tired to stay awake," she yawned.

Andy's mind was fermenting some thoughts about earlier today. "I was thinking about our conversation in the cafeteria. Albert is right. You are beautiful -- more than Heidi ever will be."

"Stop. Andy, sometimes you amaze me with ... how naïve you are," Sissy's response was abrupt. It surprised Andy.