Goodmorning Venus

Carlie woke the next morning feeling something scratch her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw Emily’a breasts lying i front of her. ‘She must have moved during the night.’ Carlie thought, rubbing her face into the warm feeling of Emily’s bush. She could smell the scent of Emily right under her nose as Emily’s thick bush tickled her nose. The more Carlie woke, the more she felt, the more aware she became of Margot laying next to her, arms wrapped around her back with her mouth latched onto Carlie’s hard nipple. She moaned, feeling the plug still in her ass.

Emily, already awake heard Carlie’s moan, and moved her head off of Brett’s morning wood to look down at her guest. Carlie saw Emily smile, and felt her shift her weight under Carlie’s head, moving up and placing Carlie closer to her hairy pussy lips. Carlie glanced at the glistening folds and then up at Emily. She nodded, before moving her plump lips back onto her husbands large cock.

Carlie turned her head burying her nose into Emily’s lush black pubic hair. She licked her brown folds, slick with excitement. Carlie moaned weekly at Emily’s taste, ‘she tastes like strawberries’ she thought. She moved her head manipulating her pussy folds open, to get to the pretty pink center.

Emily moaned feeling Carlie’s hot breath on her soft walls. She unconsciously clenched, pulling on Carlie’s tongue. Carlie nuzzled into her, her nose grazing Emily’s clit as she leaned further in, pushing her tongue deep inside.

And so the morning went, softly, slowly bringing Emily to orgasm as she sucked on Brett’s monster cock. Eventually Emily started moaning, muffled by Brett’s cock. He started panting fast as well, feeling the vibrations of his wife’s moans. Carlie kept at it, moving her tongue around and around. She sped up and pressed on her clit with her thumb. Emily came, squirting out fluids all over Carlie’s face.

Carlie had to close her eyes, so that she wasn’t blinded by squirt. Her face was absolutely covered. Her nose was bombarded by her musky yet sweet scent. She suddenly felt a tongue lap at her face, cleaning her off. As her eyes were cleared, she opened them, hearing Brett moan out his orgasm. She looked up at Margot’s cute face, and smiled. She licked her lips clean, watching Margot lick her cheeks.

“Did I get it all?” She asked Margot. The girl shook her head, moving down to Carlie’s plump lips. Carlie opened her mouth and kicked back, making out with her small tongue. Turned on by the smell of Emily’s squirt, she holds Margot close. Eventually the elder siblings wake, and the Ross family decides to start the day.

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Carlie and the Ross kids bent over again, asses hanging over the bed. One by one they were relieved of their plugs by Emily and Brett, and one by one they all let out their build up of shit. It fell on the floor, washed away by the water on the tile. The smell permeated around the room, filling their noses. Carlie wasn’t disgusted however, as it smelled of chocolate. She realized she should ask someone about that, but is soon distracted by her messy plug held out in front of her face.

She turns and looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Emily in askance. “Who do you think cleans it everyday? Go on, clean.” She demanded, nudging Carlie’s lips when Carlie turned her head forward.

Carlie poked her tongue out, tentatively licking the plug, flicking a small amount of her poop off. She tasted chocolate, scrunching her face confused again, but continuing at the delicious taste. She sucked it in like a pacifier, cleaning it off.

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Once clean it was taken from her mouth, and placed back with the others on the shelf. Carlie lazily stretched, like a cat, along the bed feeling her asshole still gaping, winking itself closed.

She stood up and looked at herself. She noticed her pale tan lines over her crotch and boobs had significantly reduced, tanning slightly from yesterdays walks. She also noticed that new hairs were sprouting from where she previously shaved, forming a whisky outline of her existing landing strip. Soon her bush would be covering her hole crotch area, lush as Emily’s, but lighter like Brett’s.

She walked downstairs with the family, following them all to the kitchen. A pitcher of lemonade was placed on the table by Emily, as Brett poured milk and cereal into everyone’s bowls. They chatted for a bit before the younger kids walked to school and Carl went to his friends house. Since Brett worked near the mayors office her offered to walk Carlie to her workplace for the week. They talked for the whole walk, her learning more about Brett’s life before Venus, and what led him to the town. When they arrived outside the mayors office, they parted ways and Carlie walked inside.