On a 7-9, choose two for each when you EAT THEM.

When you EAT JULIE and EAT JEANNIE , on a 7-9, choose 2 for each.

• You eat her ass.
• She cums (+1 XP).
• Take +1 forward.
• No trouble.

Julie: She cums, no trouble
Jeannie: You eat her ass, she comes.

You follow Jeannie and Julie to the back room of the women's bath house.

"This is the place," Jeannie says.

To your eyes, it's decorated like a hippie boudoir. Swatches of fabric in ethnic prints and lacy openwork are draped from the ceiling. Candles flicker in niches on the wall. Unglazed clay masks and statuettes decorate the space. Sweet herbal and sandalwood scents hang in the air. A tabletop fountain burbles away in the corner. In the center is a large bed, low to the ground, with a waterproof mattress cover.

"I had no idea," Julie says. "I've been here for the baths a dozen times."

Jeannie laughs. "Welcome to the inner circle," she says.

Jeannie directs you and Julie to take sheets and pillowcases from the shelves near the door and cover the bed with sheets and freshly sleeved pillows.

Jeannie stands to one side. Julie reclines on the bed and pulls up her knees. "Gloria," she says. "I've been wishing and hoping."

You crawl up between Julie's legs. "You smell wonderful," you say. Your mouth waters and your nipples and clitoris tingle with excitement. A fresher, richer scent than the trace on Maggie Baxter's cheek. Julie's labia are moist and swollen from the warm bath and Jeannie's stimulating massage.

She's delicious.

Julie cradles your head with her fingertips, directing you. Her words soon turn into a flow of syllables expressing her pleasure. "Oh yesyesyesyesyes, ah," she sighs. "There, yesGloriayes!"

As strong as your hunger was for Mary Forbes and June Phillips, or Maggie Baxter today, Julie wants you so much, the feeling inside you is almost overpowering.

But before you can dissolve between Julie's legs, weeping with joy, her climax builds, rising from a whimper and a quiver in her legs to a moan and a jolt in her hips to a full-throated outcry of release as Julie's head and shoulders curl up off the bed and fall back with a thump! You hold on tight and lick her through several joyous convulsions of release before Julie pushes you away and rolls on her side. "Enough, enough!" she cries. "Gloria, it's too much! So good!"

You sit up, glowing with pride at your a success. Julie has truly accepted you into the circle.

Jeannie eases herself down beside you. "That was wonderful, Gloria," she says. "You've only been...known...?"

"A few weeks," you say. "I still love my husband. I still make love with him. But I'm convinced that I'm as much a lesbian, or more, than I am, what is it? Regular? Square?"

Jeannie laughs out loud. "Straight is the word you're looking for." She looks you in the face, her liquid brown eyes searching yours.

"I want you too," you say.

Jeannie pats her pregnant belly absentmindedly. From the contour, the baby must have dropped, so it seems like her maternity leave will be starting soon.

"I know," Jeannie says. "My labia are a little irritated, though, so I don't think I'm game for getting licked there like you did to Julie. You can kiss me there, though."

"I'd like that," you say. "Is there any other way I could make you feel good?"

"Well, I wasn't going to ask right out," Jeannie says. "If you are up to it, it would feel really good if you could lick my asshole while you rub some oil on my clit."

You blink. "I, I..." Well, she'll never be cleaner, you think. You take a breath and smile at Jeannie. "Yes. I will. I'd love to."

"Thank you so much, Gloria," Jeannie says. She laughs. "Laura only does it for my birthday." She hands you a little squeeze bottle of oil. "This is for your fingers."

Jeannie arranges herself on her hands and knees, adding pillows underneath to support herself and keep the weight off her belly. Her labia are thick and deep pink, parted, with a little redness inside from mild inflammation. From the look of her vaginal entrance, this won't be her first baby. Who would the father be? Well, the way men are, of course, it wouldn't be hard to find a willing one to insert the appropriate instrument and do the deed. You're sure your own husband Vincent would be flattered. As you gaze, your clinical study slowly transmutes into admiration. The thickening and swelling of Jeannie's pregnancy lends its own special beauty to her womanly curves, her intimate folds and apertures.

"You're beautiful, Jeannie," you say.

She laughs, her face turned down and away underneath her curly hair, knotted up away from her neck. "Laura thinks I look like a cow," she says. "Joke's on her, she gets to carry the next baby."

"Your dad said yes?" Julie says. "That's exciting."

"Actually my mom said yes, we could borrow dad to knock Laura up." Jeannie said. "And Laura's mom said yes too. All the baby making is co-signed by the grandmas."

You bend closer to Jeannie's elevated buttocks with their firm, heavily freighted belly underneath. Jeannie's scent is much milder than Julie's. You caress her skin, warm and smooth, and lay your right cheek on hers.

"Mm, that's nice, Gloria," Jeannie says.

You lift your head and take the measure of Jeannie's sensitivity with your fingertips, before concentrating your caresses along her spine. Jeannie sighs with pleasure. You moisten your fingers from the little oil bottle.

"Here goes," you say.

Jeannie laughs.

You bend forward and tilt your head sideways to kiss Jeannie's labia. Her taste is faint as well, a little coppery, a little salt from the tub. You straighten your head and kiss her buttocks, right and left, before contemplating her deeply creased exit hole. A kiss. Salt, skin, a tiny hint of rankness. In for a penny, in for a pound, as Maggie would say. You walk your oiled fingertips down to where her labia join, and find her clitoris. And then you lick.

"Oh, lovely," Jeannie says. "Gloria, you're a natural."

Her tightly clenched anus twitches as you lick, responding to your stimulation. Jeannie coos and sighs as your tongue and fingers do their work. When you find a good angle on her clitoris, Jeannie's voice drops and her little breathy pants turn into low, quick moans.

"Oh YES, Gloria," Jeannie says. "That's the BEST."

It takes you a while to find the perfect rhythm, but finally you discover that tiny, quick, light tongue strokes matched up with fast, forceful flicks of your thumb across her clitoris is the combination that sends Jeannie into orbit.

"Oh GLORIA that's BEAUTIFUL. Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah AHHH!" Jeannie cries out. Her hips buck, her head strains downward then rises abruptly, and her climax seizes her whole body in a tense lock. "Grrrrrrr," Jeannie growls as her muscles go taut. A quick shiver runs through her. "Ah ah OH!" she cries.

As you keep licking Jeannie's anus and flicking her clitoris, a splash of warm liquid douses you from chin to breasts.

"Jeannie, you squirted!" Julie says with excitement.

"Ah, ah, ahhh..." Jeannie says. "Please st-, uh, stop now, Gloria."

You gently press on Jeannie's buttocks to support yourself as you straighten up.

Jeannie says, "Julie. I didn't squirt. That was my water breaking."

"Oh!" Julie says.

"Do we...?" you say.

"I'm sorry, Gloria," Jeannie says. She eases herself round off her hands and knees to sit on the bed. "We'd better go."

"That's some luck today, Gloria," Julie says.

You shake your head. "Yes," you agree. "I hope you're doing okay, Julie." The first woman you went down on today had an orgasm followed by a heart attack. The third one went into labor when she climaxed while you were performing analingus on her.

"N-never better!" Julie says with a nervous giggle.

You now have 2 XP.
You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, and Truth.

Roll +Cool(0) to help Jeannie get safely back to the Birthing Center and GET OUT OF TROUBLE.