My Feather Girl Ch. 05a

"Oh god Betty, that was SOOOO good getting Thomas like that. You spun a story that will have him wondering for years!"

Betty looked at JoAnne, "What story?"

"What you told him... I mean you..." and suddenly her eyes went wide. "Damn girl!" looking down at Betty's chest and realizing what was drying between her tits.

Betty just grinned, then turned back to me. "Take me home."

I just grinned, I had a belly to fill in one of the best ways possible.

We strolled out, Betty wigging her ass and pushing my hand down to it. A contented sigh as I gave it a nice squeeze before getting our coats. With that thin dress Betty stayed covered up for the short trip home, but it went flying as we came in the door. The dress followed shortly and then I was drug to the bedroom. Thankfully Claudette had already left for work.

I grabbed a couple of towels and threw them on the floor in the projected path while looking at an impatient woman cupping her tit and running her finger though her pussy.

I teased her a bit by dropping my slacks first letting my hard cock stand out while I took my shirt off. It didn't EVEN come close to looking at my nearly naked fiancé for the last several hours. Especially after unloading on her chest and in her pussy during the night.

Betty sighed as she lay back as I came around the end of the bed, "Bout damn ti..." what followed was a decent squeak around my cock as I got a good grip on her tits and just kept going until I was balls deep in her throat.

I held it there for just a second before pulling out to her lips. Seeing Betty grin around my cock as she took a deep breath and nodded ever so slightly.

I just ROARED! Little glimpses of her all night long, that dress on the flight up. Pulling her dress down and hosing her own tits... "FFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!"

Betty got everything she had been working up in me the last few hours. Feeling her press up into my hands as she arched up cumming. Squirting well beyond the towels I had laid out and I didn't give a fuck!

I barely remembered to pull back to shoot a little in her mouth and to let her breathe before ramming my cock down her throat again and again. Falling forward on her trapping her under me, rolling off of her looking at her beet red face and her ear to ear grin.

When we managed to catch our breath Betty rolled over towards me. She cradled my VERY limp cock and brought it to her lips to lick the last dribble. "Been waiting all night for that..."

I just groaned and fell back putting my arm over my face...

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I managed to roll out at a decent hour, Claudette was giving me a ride over to pick up Betty's car on her way to work.

Betty was groping and teasing while I attempted to eat my cereal, Claudette just snickered when Betty got a good grip on me as I put a spoonful in my mouth. I about choked on that cereal!

Betty wrapped her arms around my neck as she kissed me goodbye. "I'll see you in a few hours."

"I'm just running over to pick up your car."

"Em Hmmm, and then you and Charlie will gab for an hour or so before you realize you've been there that long and then scurry back."

I just smiled and shrugged.

Betty groped my cock and grinned, "I'll just have to find some toys and play with myself while you're gone."

I groaned, Claudette snickered. We about got run over by Tarra and Ebi coming in through the door as we were going out.

I smiled as Tarra and Ebi drug each other off to their room. The giggles and shrieks before the shower started told me all I needed to know.

Well I could at least make an attempt at breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast wasn't much.

"Oh you are a DOLL!" Terra exclaimed snagging some eggs. "Thanks," and leaned over and gave me a little peck at the edge of my lips.

"Mmmmm," Ebi followed, but I got more of a kiss on the lips from her.

It caught me by surprise.

"Oh, sorry," she said softly.

They were munching on the eggs when I came back from my shock. "It's... it's not a problem. I just wasn't expecting it."

It was still a little quiet, and... "What's it like?" I continued.

"What," Terra responded.

"Being... being with a girl."

"Don't know, never been with a guy."

"NEVER!?"

Tarra grinned, "Nope. I knew when I was little I liked girls. Never even tried. Have to ask Ebi. She played with the messy guys for a while."

Ebi rolled her eyes at the 'messy' comment. "So you've never... Not even a little?" she asked.

I must have turned a hundred shades of red from her grin. "Well a little. Some here, some there. But never really... did it."

She just smiled. "Well way back when, I had a few boyfriends. They aren't all bad, some were even half way decent. But most of the guys I knew just didn't have a clue. Too centered on themselves to care about me."

Kinda like Zack I thought.

"Even the good ones still weren't that good. Trying to ram their tongue down your throat and twist your boobs off like that would get me started."

"Gotta have boobs for that to work," I said.

"You got enough. But mainly it was the way they did it. A woman takes her time. We touch and caress, not feel up and squeeze." She took another bite of her eggs, "So a little huh?"

"Bits and pieces, but not the whole thing," I managed to get out.

Tarra and Ebi looked at each other, then Tarra shrugged her shoulders.

Ebi turned back to me, "Something you'd like to try?" she said softly.

"Well... it's something I don't NOT want to try... does that make sense?"

"So you've kissed and played a little?"

"A little, but not a whole lot more. I mean I've... I've licked a girl before, but not really 'done it'..."

"But you'd like to?"

I just nodded my head before I realized I was doing it.

Ebi got up slowly and came around behind me. I was frozen in place.

I felt her boobs in my back, her firm nipples in my shoulder blades just before I felt them flatten against me. Her hand coming over my shoulder heading for my boobs.

"OH GOD..." I heard myself groan as she cupped my boob, giving my nipple the slightest squeeze.

My eyes flashed open hearing Tarra snicker, then heard myself moan as Ebi got a better grip on my boob and lightly kissed my neck. So light she almost didn't touch me. Sliding her other hand down my belly a bit.

I was lost in Ebi's touch. The fingers lightly teasing my mound as her hand cupped and played with my boob while her lips drove me mad on my neck.

A moment later I was startled again. I opened my eyes as I felt another hand on my other boob. Tarra was grinning right in front of me, then she closed her eyes and tipped her head leaning toward me.

I just closed my eyes and let it happen. Her soft lips on mine, her tongue darting between my lips. Like Hank, and yet not. Wanting and teasing my tongue out to play.

I couldn't help myself. I reached out and found a big boob. Squeezing and lifting, first palming a hard nipple, then taking it between my fingers making Tarra moan into our kiss.

And then they were gone, no hands, no lips. I opened my eyes to see Tarra looking at me. She reached out for my hand, but didn't take it.

I only hesitated for a moment, then reached out smiling. She smiled then looked over my shoulder. A moment later Ebi took my other hand and I was being led to their room.

It wasn't what I expected. Not all frilly. Yes it was feminine, but not any more than I would have done.

I was being led to the bed. Ebi turned me, pulling me lightly until I responded. Feeling her nipples poke into my little ones, her boobs almost flattening mine as our lips met. Her landing strip against my shaved mound.

And then I was a girl in the center of an all-girl sandwich. Like back home in Linda's shower, and yet soooo much more.

Tarra's boobs in my back, her shaved mound trying to work its way between my cheeks.

And yet there wasn't the fevered pitch like the shower. Feeling Ebi work her landing strip against my slit, feeling her hair tickle my clit. Kinda like when I rode Hank, but so much more and yet not.

I felt Tara's hand coming between me and Ebi. I backed off a little to let it get between us, but she didn't go for my puss like I expected, she went for Ebi's. Making her nipples harden even more against me and moan into our kiss.

There was a gasp from Ebi when Tarra pulled her fingers from Ebi's puss, and a soft snicker from Tarra.

Tarra pulled me from Ebi and turned me to her, pulling me close. Her WET mound against my thigh. Her boobs against mine, but different from Ebi. Bigger harder nipples but softer boobs.

Her kiss was short, and yet so long. And then she was pulling me to the bed, Ebi already lying there with her arms out beckoning me.

I giggled and rolled onto the bed and into her arms. Cupping her big boob in my hand, feeling her nipple harden between my fingers. Seeing the smile on her face as she closed her eyes and enjoyed my playing with her.

I let my hand slip down her belly, heading for her puss. Ebi lifted and spread as I got there, my finger sliding effortlessly between her slick lips.

I marveled at the feeling of her puss between my fingers, so different from mine. Her prominent mound filling my hand and then some when I cupped her, two fingers easily slipping between her lips and being surrounded. I smiled as she arched up when I slid two fingers in her, bringing her boob to my lips.

I took her nipple tentatively between my lips, hearing her gasp as I nipped at the tip like I loved Hank to do to me. Trying to get my fingers in far enough to get to her g-spot, but not coming close.

I had to do it before I chickened out. I let go of her nipple and began kissing my way down to her puss, working my finger a bit more as I got close.

Ebi lifted and spread wide as I kissed her mound, I had to use my fingers to spread her lips. Somehow I expected it to be different. In Zack's porn movies the black girls were pink just inside their lips. Ebi was black almost to her core. But she did smell good.

I spread her wide making her gasp, then took my first 'real' lick at another woman. Really intending to do it this time. Somehow I expected her to be 'thicker' than she was, kinda like Hank's cum running over my tongue.

Mmmmm she did taste good, just not what I was expecting, a little tart. I licked and nibbled, working my fingers up into her a bit more, but not finding her g-spot. Letting my pinkie down to tease her ass like I love Hank to do to me, but Ebi just tensed up.

I licked and nibbled a bit more without teasing her ass, then I felt hands on my hips pushing me. Tarra was rolling me onto my back and lifting my legs.

I spread high and wide making her grin a little before she lowered her lips to mine. Spreading me further, soft little kisses on my lips alternating with lovely little licks at my clit.

I was waiting for her to hold me wide and dive in like Hank did, but she kept licking and lightly sucking. Putting a finger in my puss and slowly stroking, teasing me.

I was starting to get frustrated when a leg came over me, Ebi was settling her puss over my face blocking my view of Tarra nibbling at mine.

Now this was different! This is what Hank see's when he's eating me like this. My puss spread just above his lips, boobs dangling above that. This is soooo HOT!

I reached my arms around Ebi's thighs and spread her as she lowered herself to me. Her thin nectar droplets just hanging on her lips.

I watched her nipples harden as I licked her, I wonder if mine do that? The little jiggles in her boobs as I licked and nibbled making her jump and squirm. The way her nipples stood up like large Hershey kisses when I sucked on her clit.

But I was paying more attention to the puss in front of me and not enough of what Tarra was doing. All of a sudden I felt a warn tingle run through me, from my clit to my nips, a nice soft orgasm.

Not the thunderbolt I was expecting...

Ebi rolled to my side, and Tarra crawled up on the other side, each lightly stroking the underside of a boob.

Tarra gave me a light kiss, her face and lips still wet with my juices, like kissing Hank after he's eaten me, but not like Hank. "You're not into girls."

"HUH?! But I've..."

She shook her head as her fingers played with my nipple like a mini joy stick. "Girls are okay, but not your thing."

"But..."

Tarra just shrugged, "Maybe with the right situation..."

She gave me another quick kiss, then crawled over me a bit to kiss Ebi with still wet lips.

Ebi wrapped her arms around Tarra and pulled her down for a SERIOUS lips lock, hands going to the others boobs like magnets.

I watched them kiss like they were trying to eat each other, Tarra breaking away making Ebi squeak, then groan as she began kissing her way down to Ebi's puss.

Ebi didn't spread like I did, but the accompanying groan and the hands going to the back of Tarra's head to hold her to her own puss said she was right where she wanted her to be.

I scooted over a bit and watched them, but not for very long. I was a spectator observing something special. I smiled and took one last lingering look at Ebi on the verge of orgasm as I closed the door.

I smiled to myself lightly touched my hardening nipple as I heard her explode into orgasm behind me, I hope I look that far gone when Hank eats my puss!

In a way I guess she was right. In hind sight my best experiences with another girl was when I was already warmed up by something else. Like Hank holding me while we watched Randolph get Madeline off!

After Tarra and Ebi had settled down to low screams I made a few phone calls. I wasn't really 'dreading' them, just not sure what to expect.

The phone call to Hank's mom went even better than I expected. She was just happy he had found someone that would settle him down, even if there was a not so subtle hint for grandchildren near the end of the call. She was a bit disappointed to find out they would be at least a year down the road, but glad to know it was at least in the cards.

The call to my mom, well that was a bit different.

Mom was a bit 'stiff', and when I asked about Charlotte I got a very cold. 'Here, you talk to your sister.'

The conversation was still a bit stiff, then Charlotte whispered, 'I'll call you later.'

Turns out mom was thrilled Charlotte got a good promotion once she got the purple streak out of her hair and started dressing nice. That in turn allowed her to get her own apartment, with her boyfriend... and their girlfriend.

Momma bear was NOT happy her little girl was Bi. I guess I won't say anything then.

I made it back to the apartment about an hour and a half later, and no Charlie and I didn't spend the whole time chatting. He had customers, and he had to move a few of their cars out of the way since we'd put Betty's car in the back to be out of his way.

He did congratulate me on losing my bachelorhood, and was envious of finding someone that could really cook. Veronica wasn't a heat and eat girl, but it was spaghetti from a box and sauce from a jar kind of cooking. I looked down at his belly, "Doesn't seem to be hurting your waist line."

He just laughed and pushed me off towards Betty's car as another customer came in the door.

I came back in the door a little after one, almost our bed time since we had switched to sleeping afternoons down south to avoid the heat of the day. Betty was just kicked back on the couch, not even turning the TV on for noise. I guess the stress of the trip was catching up with her. I chuckled at the 'stress' of seeing her in her dress coming up here.

I came up behind the couch lusting at her sitting there with feet on the coffee table, knees up and slightly spread. So elegant and yet so slutty. Sliding one hand down her shoulder and then chest to cup a tit while I used my other to tip her head back for a soft kiss. "Just vegging out?"

"Something like that," she looked down at her wrist like she had a watch on. "You boys get caught up okay?"

I just chuckled, "Well enough. He was busy enough it took a while to get your car out."

"Uh huh."

I gave her another quick peck on the cheek, "And he was kind of hinting that on our next trip up you could give Veronica some cooking lessons."

She kicked her head back with a smile, "Next thing you're going to tell me is that he's lost some weight."

I smiled at that thought, "What? Charlie give up his pasta?"

We both snickered at that. Betty got up and pushed me to the bedroom. I was slowly undressed and 'given' a shower. And I totally objected to being soaped and groped by my future wife.

The funny part is that although it was sensual, it wasn't sexual. We caressed and played, but just went to bed cuddling, Betty spooning in front of me holding my hand to her tit.

Back to where he first said it...Mrs. Hank Morrison... Hank's slut... FUCK YESSSS...

I was also told we were delaying our trip back by one day... to make visits to the relatives.

You know I really love my mom, but there are some days.

I was thankful that the tops Betty had left behind up here weren't nearly as daring as what she wore down south. I could reach in if I wanted to if Betty moved her arms a little, but not the whole side open tops.

Mom did raise an eyebrow at first realizing Betty was braless and showing a fair amount of side skin, but a bit of talking and Betty cuddling up under my arm and it all seemed to be forgotten. Other than the little dig about grandchildren just before we left.

That evening we went to see her parents... at her sisters place. I only got the heads up on the girlfriend / boyfriend situation as we pulled in. It really became apparent when we went inside. Everybody was happy to see each other... except her parents were a bit cold to her sister and her significant others.

I thought her mom was going to choke when after Betty gave her sister a big hug. She gave the boyfriend an equally nice hug followed by a not so quick kiss on the lips, then followed it up with the same hug and kiss for the girlfriend.

The wink I got as she turned around said she had planned that. Some days you just can't predict what a woman will do. She gave her sister another quick hug, and must have whispered something good for the bug eyed expression on Charlottes face.

"Does she taste as good as she looks?"

We would probably be making trips up here every so often after all. Seems Charlotte wasn't going to college down in Texas after all. The company she was now working for would pick up a good portion of her continuing education if she stayed on here.

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After her ordeal with Thomas and the family get togethers, Betty was a bit subdued. A little smile on her face, but not the big grin. I grudgingly got dressed and went out to start the truck and let it warm up while Betty did up some eggs. We were on the road a little before midnight.

Betty rode snuggled into me, holding my hand on her tit. At first outside her tank top until the truck warmed up completely, then snickering as I teased the top of her tit catching my knuckles on her shirt until she pulled it open for me to put my hand in and cup her tit.

I wonder what Mom would think was sluttier? Putting Hanks hand on my boob outside my shirt, or holding it open for him to put his hand inside so he can play with my nipples? Mmmmm but either way I just love having Hanks hands on me. She'd probably have a heart attack to find out Charlotte wasn't the only one that plays with girls!

"Everything okay, you're a bit quiet over there?" I asked as I lightly stroked the underside of her tit.

"Emmm, just thinking. We're really finished with all this up here. I mean we can still come back and visit our folks and stuff. But we're down south after this."

"Regrets?"

Regrets... running around work practically on display... Thomas getting what he deserves... playing a little with Ebi and Tarra... finding out my sister is bi... I'd call that a good trip over all.