Clara surprises you with ass-licking. You love it and give back to Colleen. Take ASS-LICKING.

You stand up and make a big stretch, rolling your shoulders. You feel a wonderful, warm ripple of afterglow from your tight explosion of joy.

"Clara hon," you say. "Your turn. This time I'm on top."

The brunette, sassiest of the three, lies down without a protest. Naked. Pretty. A little too much fashionable shaving down there, it just doesn't look natural to have that funny little stripe of hair, but you suppose that's the way young ladies are these days. You hope your daughters don't pick up the habit in college.

You settle yourself on top of Clara, head to tail, tail to head, and start kissing up on her deep pink lady-lips, as rich and good-tasting as she was before. Not as tart as Louise, not as slippery as Colleen, but her own thing, very good.

"Clara honeybun, I have to say you're just delicious," you tell her. "You have a tasty pie, girl."

"Mm-hmm," Clara says. She brings up her thumbs to massage your outer lips like before, rubbing you till you're wet and swollen and slippery between, then opening them to lick.

"Mm, Clara, so good," you say. You dive back in and double your efforts. So good, Clara's hot little love bean. So good, her tongue on yours. So nice. You feel Clara's hips tremble beneath you.

Louise and Colleen make little sounds as they watch the two of you. "Hmm." "Yeah." "Watch her lick it." "Uh-huh, yeah."

Clara bursts out with more of that language. You'll just pretend she's speaking as the Spirit moves her. "God you have a wicked tongue, Mary, hot fucking damn! Lick my slit, tight and hard like that." Her voice changes to a whine. "Oh Mary, eeeee, God yes, girl fuck my clitty!"

When you're deep in tongue love with Clara's little bump in the canoe, you feel her shift her hands and head behind you. Clara spreads your butt wide and pulls herself up.

"What a damn pretty asshole," Clara says. "Fucking rules."

Before you know what's happening, Clara's wet tongue slides up and starts making out very seriously with your Back Door where it Just Shouldn't Be. Little tickle zaps run through your body from her tongue.

"Clara, what are you d...Ooooh!" you say. "Uh, don't d...Ooooh!"

Clara's wicked, wicked tongue is plucking on strings you didn't know you had. It's so different, you just got a tiny feeling earlier today when your honeybear put his mouth on your back hole.

You bend down and give Clara's love bean a warm, heavy course of licking. Within a minute, you feel her hips tense. Her legs flex, pulling her knees back to press her honeypot harder against your tongue. Her toes curl together, then make a flick-flick-flick sound as her big toes rub stiffly against their neighbors. But her naughty, nasty, wicked tongue doesn't leave your back hole, indeed, she holds her mouth tighter against you as she bucks and moans with her burst of joy.

• Clara's turn, on a 7-9: She eats your ass, you like it. Using L7: She cums, +1 forward (+1 XP = 4 XP; +4 forward for next roll)

You lick Clara gently until she relaxes under you, then dismount and look at her dreamy face.

"I didn't think I liked what you did with your tongue, but it felt so good, I just had to," you tell Clara.

"Thought so," Clara said.

You give Clara a smile, then call to Colleen.

This time you take the bottom, the better to open yourself for the sparky young redhead, and the better to see her split while you work on it. Colleen is quick and clever with her tongue and soon has you moaning with all the good feelings overflowing.

This time, when Colleen makes the same move as Clara, licking down your split to your butthole, you feel wild and brave and copy her move. Colleen's butthole tastes bitter and smells funky, but just at first. As you lick, she just tastes like skin, skin that's tight and springy and moves under your tongue, clenching up and relaxing. Winking. Colleen is winking her butthole at your tongue. It strikes you as so funny you want to laugh, but you stay with Colleen, licking, licking, pushing deeper if she wants it, until you hear little gasps from Colleen at your back end. But she goes right back to work, licking your back hole the way you're licking hers, but cleverer, wickeder, quicker. This is a battle Colleen wins. Your voice dips into a groan and rises into a cry of joy as Colleen, her tongue working hard on your back hole, pressing inside now, strikes lightning out of your ass.

• Colleen's turn, on a 7-9: She eats your ass, you cum (+1 XP = 5 XP). L7: You eat her ass, you like it.

You come to yourself in a daze, feeling warm and good all over, looking at the clerk and the three girls watching you to make sure you're all right. You're more than all right.

You remember that time long ago, when you were asked to come forth and testify before the congregation that you had accepted your personal savior. It was like there was a light shining down upon you. It feels that way to you again, but this time it's like you're lit up from inside.

"Girls," you say. "I had it wrong, and my husband Brian had it right when he licked my ass today. Maybe ass is a little funky, but you made me love it. I declare, I've had casseroles that tasted worse. Clara, that felt so good. I loved eating you, Colleen. And I'll never be ashamed any more."

"Whoo-hoo, Mary!" Clara says. "Join the Starfish Kissers!"

You make a face. "What, now?"

Louise laughs. "It's supposed to look like a starfish or something," she says. "You know, with all those little folds coming out, and the shape, I guess." She shrugs and rolls her eyes up to one side, then looks back at you. "I dunno, it looks more like a donut to me."

Colleen giggles. "I like 'rosebud' better."

"Well, yours is a nice pink, I'll allow," you tell Colleen.

New Character Move: Ass-Licking. When you get your asshole licked out, hold 1. You can spend your hold to; get fucked as though they begged for it / or take +1 hard to get fucked. (5 XP spent for new move, now +0 XP).
Other Moves: Mind Control, Mistress, L7
Character Stats: Hard -1, Hot +3, Cool 0, Control -1

After some pleasant chatting with the girls, you invite them to come visit the diner toward the end of your evening shift.

You leave the shoe store with a swing in your stride and a nice click clack from a new pair of "do-me" shoes to replace the pair you broke and left at the hospital. The clerk makes a gift of a pair of sandals, telling you that you should show off your beautiful toes. You remember the tickle of his tongue and how excited he got to use his tongue on you there.