Annabelle starts by giving Mary a deep kiss

Annabelle rinses the shampoo out of your hair. "Let me think, mm, mm-hm," she says. "I know a sure thing for you."

"Who?" you ask.

Annabelle bends over your face and presses her full lips to yours. You make a stifled squawk but relax into the kiss as she supports your head. Her tongue teases your lips open and dives inside, wrestling with your tongue. You go from surprise to a shameful blush to a warm feeling of arousal. So you kiss her back.

Roll +HOT(+3) to MAKE HER BEG: 12. When you MAKE HER BEG, on a 10+, she begs you for three things.

Annabelle breaks the kiss and whispers, "That answer your question? Your face. My pussy. Right after we do your hair."

"Yes, ma'am," you say.

"Then I want to eat your sweet pie, Mary, till you get your 'I'm being fucked by an angel' face," Annabelle says.

"Oh, Annabelle," you say. You feel your cheeks go hot. "Yes, ma'am."

"Then I got one more idea, if it's not too dirty for you," Annabelle says.

"Dirty?" you ask.

"You ever lick ass, Mary?" she whispers.

"Oh, hon, that is dirty," you say. "Maybe for you. We'll see."

It's all you can do to keep a soft, sweet smile on your face as Annabelle does up your hair, chattering away. You wouldn't know to hear it, but she keeps dropping in words here and there to tease you unmercifully.

"I'm looking forward to coming to visit you at your diner again, Mary," Annabelle says as she works on you. "You have the sweetest, gooey-est, drippy-est pie." You feel little ripples down your body each time she touches you with her fingertips. "And that chicken and gravy? Mm-mm, just melts in my mouth."

It takes the longest time for Annabelle to work all those curlers into your hair. You repeat the Serenity prayer over and over to keep yourself from grabbing Annabelle and doing her right on the floor of the salon.

Annabelle finishes by tying a hair net over your curlers. "You just set there a minute, Mary," Annabelle says. She walks up to the front desk. "Lulu, I'm taking Mary to the back studio. Everything covered?"

"Yes'm," Lulu says. "Your next is in an hour."

"Come on back, Mary," Annabelle says. She leads you to a little room in back she keeps for special customers. "You need to pee? We might be a while."

"I'm good, hon," you say.

She closes and latches the door. "Give Annabelle a hug, sweetie," she says.

You melt into each other, soft to soft, warm to warm, strong to strong. Annabelle doesn't do as much lift-and-carry as you do, but she has plenty strong arms somehow. And the softest lips. If you were going to make out with a lady, Annabelle is high on your list.

After some time Annabelle eases herself back. "You get those clothes off, Mary," she says. She lays down a cushion and some towels on the stylist's chair and puts a knee pad in front of it. She takes off her own clothes, freeing her soft, brown, abundant curves. She sits back in the chair and parts her legs. The scent of her lady-lips tingles in your nose, and your mouth waters. "Eat my pussy, Mary," she says. "You know you want it."

Annabelle's lips are long and thick and deep brown, swollen and parted and shiny with love sweat, under a prominent mound with sparse black curls. She always makes you think of the Song of Songs. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. And her scent, so thick and enticing. Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.

"I love your pie, Annabelle," you say. "You carry pure love between your thighs." Her lady-lips. Black like the curtains of Solomon. Sweet like the garden of spices.

"That's my pussy eater," Annabelle says. "Eat me up."

Roll +HOT(+3) to EAT HER: 8. On a 7-9, choose two: She cums (+1 XP). Take +1 forward.
You now have 5 XP.

Annabelle is one of the juiciest ladies you've eaten. She complains that men just don't appreciate it. But you do. She's sweet and salty and slippery and soon you're wet from cheek to cheek, from nose to chin.

"You're the hungriest bitch, Mary," Annabelle says. "Oh yes. Come find me after church sometime. Ohhhh. Oh yes oh yes."

Annabelle directs you with gentle fingertips so as not to disturb the rollers under your hair net. In a few minutes, her words leave her, and she's moaning with the joy of the body, pressing her lady-lips toward your tongue. Her juices are flowing, leaving a wet spot on the towel. So delicious and slippery on your tongue. Her hips start rocking and her voice rises.

"Ah ah ah ah ah AHHH!" Annabelle cries out. Her fingertips dig into your head, pressing your mouth hard against her lips as she rocks in the cradle of Heaven.

She shudders under your mouth. She pulls her hands back.

"Oh, oh, enough, too much, Mary," Annabelle says. "So good."

You ease back from Annabelle's lady-lips, your face slick with her juices.

"Kiss me, hon," Annabelle says.

You rise from your knees and bend forward to meet her puckered lips with yours, bringing her own taste to her mouth. Annabelle's hands go to your head and now it's a duel of tongues and lips again, wrestling inside each other's mouths. She lets you go to catch her breath.

"You're such a busy girl, Mary," Annabelle said. "Wish I could book you for this regular. You got me hungry for yours now, too. I like your taste, I do."

You and Annabelle trade places. You sit down on the towel in the stylist's chair, Annabelle's juices making a big wet spot. Annabelle settles onto the knee pad, her big breasts bouncing, and leans forward. You scoot your butt forward and spread your knees for her.

Roll +HARD(0) (-1 Hard, +1 Forward) to get eaten out using GET FUCKED: 8. On a 7-9, choose two: You cum. Take +1 forward.

Annabelle looks up at you and gives you a broad smile. "Mary, hon," she says. "I got to thank you for turning me on to women. Every time I see a pretty pussy I think, Mary got me here."

"Oh, I'm so happy, Annabelle," you say. "But I know I wasn't your first lady."

"No, that was Lulu," she says. "But when I took over the shop, the first time I did your hair, well, something you said, I don't know. We'd closed up and it was just her and me, and you'd said something about love and ladies, and it just stuck with me, and after closing, me and Lulu got to talking about that, and before we knew it we were kissing up on each other."

"God bless," you say. "I'm happy if I was the one to help make your world bigger. More love."

"More love," Annabelle says. She nudges your knees. "Open wider, Mrs. Forbes, you've got a pussy hound coming straight for you."

You don't have to be careful about Annabelle's hair. It's in a thick cap of tight black curls. You dig your fingers into her hair and rock against her hungry tongue, letting her take you higher and higher toward Heaven.

"Oh, Annabelle, you angel," you tell her. "So lovely, so much joy."

She doesn't tease, doesn't beat around the bush, she goes straight for your lips and then to your Pearl of Great Price. Waves of warmth and joy flow up and all over your body. You rock your hips toward Annabelle's face, moaning and crying out your joy as she takes you straight to Heaven.

You lie limp in the chair as Annabelle kisses your cheeks and lips.

You say, "Oh hon, you're as hungry for it as me."

"No doubt, Mary, no doubt," Annabelle says. "I've eaten a lot of pussy since you got me started with Lulu, but you're still one of my favorites."

"God bless," you say.

Annabelle chuckles in her low voice. "You up to being dirty, Mary?"

You shiver, your cheeks blushing warm. "You want me to lick your poop hole?"

"If you'd be so kind," Annabelle said. "I really love it."

"For you, hon," you say. "Just for you." You feel all mixed up inside, like right before the first time you'd done it with a guy, anxious and eager and afraid.

Roll +HOT(+4) to EAT HER (+3 Hot, +1 Forward). Choose EAT HER ASS as one choice: 12. On a 10+, choose three: You eat her ass. She cums. You like it.

Annabelle arranges herself kneeling on the seat of the stylist's chair, leaning her shoulder against the seat. She has a fine big butt that, as she says, brings the fellows to her door. Big soft half globes of smooth, rich brown skin. You hesitate for a moment, but Annabelle reaches back and spreads her cheeks. There's those thick slick lady lips you love to eat. And there's a big crinkled dark star above them. You've heard it called the Devil's Kiss. You tremble a bit. For Annabelle, you tell yourself, and lean forward.

The taste is a little bitter and more than a little funky, but you'll have to admit you've eaten ladies up the front who've tasted sour or pissy, and as long as you keep eating, it kind of goes away and it's fine. You keep licking, and as you hoped, the taste fades to a faint bitterness.

"Oh, Mary, hon, that's good," Annabelle says. "Eat my ass, honey, that feels so good. Just give it all you've got."

You use your lips and tongue on Annabelle's back hole like you were making out with her. Her back hole pulses, tightening and loosening under your tongue.

"Oh honey, yes, that's so good," Annabelle says. "Put it inside, pretty please."

In for a bite, in for the apple, you figure. You stiffen your tongue and wiggle it forward. Annabelle's hole opens up for you. It's bitter again, inside, and hot.

"Oh Mary, oh yes, oh yes, fuck my butt like that, yes!" Annabelle says.

Well, it's not so bad. And it seems to be working real good for Annabelle.

"Oh baby, oh Mary, put a finger on my clitty," Annabelle begs. "I'm there, I'm almost there."

You slide your thumb between Annabelle's slick lady-lips and find her pearl. It's hot and stiff and standing right out under your thumb. You wiggle your thumb back and forth over her swollen pearl.

"Oh Mary oh YES!" Annabelle cries out. "Oh GOD my ASS, YES!"

Annabelle's hole squeezes down. Her fluids flow freely from between her lady-lips. She moans as she touches Heaven again with her poop-hole tight round your tongue.

It's beautiful, you realize. So much joy. Such a little thing to be ashamed of. God gave us all buttholes, and if there's joy in them, it's joy God gave us. You hold your tongue stiff and deep inside Annabelle's butthole as Heaven's joy rocks her body.

When Annabelle's breaths slow down into long sighs, you ease yourself back. Bitter, yes, funky, yes. But so much joy. You're happy. You kiss Annabelle's butt cheeks, right and left.

"Oh, Mary," Annabelle says in her low voice. "That was the best. Are you all right?"

"More than all right," you say. "God showed me in your pleasure that it's a good thing."

Annabelle laughs. "Glad I asked you," she says. "Didn't taste too bad?"

"Well, not exactly good," you say. "A little stinky. But such joy and pleasure for you. I would definitely do it again."

"I'll see if I can book you a long appointment next time," Annabelle says. "Oh, Mary." She smiles and shakes her head. It looks like she's holding back a few words. "Anyway, let's get cleaned up and we'll sit you under a dryer to finish off."

In ten minutes you're dressed and sitting under one of Annabelle's helmet-shaped hair dryers. They're the same ones that Myrtle had when she ran the business.

You're a little worried about what you'll tell your honeybear. Your husband is a real butthole lover, and you've always put him off so he's had to get all that dirty stuff from his girlfriends. But now that Annabelle has opened your eyes that loving up on her poop hole is just another kind of witnessing love in the body, you hope Brian doesn't tease you for changing your mind after so long. And, to be sure, you don't even know if you like yours played with, but you can't feel shame for wondering now.

You drift off into a half-doze under the hair dryer, your body quivering with little aftershocks of joy, and the taste of Annabelle's rear end still faintly in your mouth.

You now have 6 XP.
You have -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Mistress, and Mind Control.

You may spend 5 XP to choose a new Character Move from Create a Female PC, describe how the story goes forward, or roll +COOL(0) to STALK someone.