Her Girlfriends

Candi turned to look at the door just as it opened and two other big titted women walked in. Their names flashed through her mind for a moment, Carol and Michelle, before they were scrubbed out and replaced, Candy and Kandy, her girlfriends.

Candy, the former Carol, leapt onto the bed next to Candi and buried her face in Candi’s tits. After a moment she came up for air and, in the same peppy voice Candi now found herself with, asked “Hey sweetie! Like, how was the party thing?” She nestled into Candi’s tits as she asked and from above her Kandy, the former Michelle leaned over to give her a kiss.

The kiss was long and deep and Kandy’s tongue seemed to have gained several levels of skill since the kiss from a few days ago but all Candi could feel was love for her girlfriends.

Once the kiss ended she smiled up at Kandy. “I’m, like, so sure Kandy told you how these thingies go silly.” She leaned over and kissed Candy on the head. “All the guys bring us feminists to watch us kiss but I’m, like, a good girlfriend so I’ll only suck cock I’m not dating. No kissing undated girls.” She found herself giggling at her own statement and Kandy gave her kisses all over her forehead.

The older feminist looked down at her two girlfriends with a huge grin before leaping onto the pile squashing Candy’s head between two gigantic pairs of tits.

From that point on things were a blur. All three shed the skimpy clothes they had been wearing and began to play with each other's bodies. At one moment Candi had both of her huge sensitive breasts being sucked, her nipples rolling in the teeth of both of her girlfriends. The next, she was kneeling between Kandy’s legs with Candi face up under her splayed cunt as she ate out and was eaten out at the same time.

The three fucked for hours and Candi felt like she could keep going for many more. Orgasm after orgasm, position after position. If two of them were going at it the third would be watching while riding a dildo or diving in to eat a free and unguarded asshole. Finally though Candi’s bladder was just a bit too full and, despite the certainty that her girlfriends would be quite happy to help her empty it without leaving the sex pile, she decided to head for the toilet instead.

Once she was in there and her brain could finally shake off the sexual fog she realized just what was happening. She tried to remember and it was quite simple. This house, while not expensive, was far too much for her to afford on a journalist’s assistant’s salary or Kandy’s secretary earnings. She paused for a moment, hadn’t Kandy been an editor? Her memories were getting confused and jumbled especially since, while she could imagine a woman as an editor, imagining Kandy with her huge tits and sexually forward personality, not to mention her silly bimbo talk, in that role was strangely hard.

It was far easier to picture her girlfriend as the secretary who took calls, arranged meetings and offered blowjobs with her in the men's bathroom when things were slow. Just thinking about it caused Candi to start rubbing her pussy again, kneeling on the hard bathroom tile and sucking on a long hard cock while holding hands with her girlfriend who had a similarly massive member shoved down her throat. She shook her head to clear it. The point was, affording a house would have been hard for feminists like them who could never make big salaries so Kandy had suggested they look for another girlfriend. Two girlfriends to kiss and fuck instead of one sounded good to Candi so they began searching.

It hadn’t taken long for them to find Candy. For some reason Candi imagined her as a doctor but even with her doctorate it was impossible for a woman to actually get that title. She was an orderly at the hospital, fluffing pillows (and the occasional patient) while the men and women who didn’t sound like brainless valley girls did the real job of saving lives.

She shook her head again. This was wrong, she was a journalist, Kandy was an editor, Candy was a doctor, she wasn’t even dating Kandy much less Candy. These were new memories they were trying to replace her old ones and the terrible thing is that they were starting to work. She could barely remember coming home to an empty house, arriving back to her two lovely girlfriends just seemed so much nicer even if it meant that she was given about as much credence at work as an intern.

Her pussy throbbed, this was hard to think about and her girlfriends were soft and wet and loved her. She had a WAN meeting tomorrow and needed to get her fucking out of her system now. She rose from the toilet and went back to join her girlfriends for several more rounds of sexy fun.

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Dials

Breast Size: 3 Breast Perkiness: 2 Silhouette: 3 Lips: 2 Ass: 2

Femininity: 1 Voice: 2 Sensitivity: 1 Vaginal and Anal Tightness: 2

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 3 Beauty: 3 Intelligence: 1

Gullibility: 1 Submissiveness: 1 Slutty Dressing: 2 Employment Opportunities: 2

Educational Opportunities: 1 Legal Rights: 1 Public Behavior Standards: 1

Switches:

Deepthroat Ability: ON Blonde Hair: OFF Cum Addiction: OFF

Artificial Appearance: OFF Bisexuality: ON Valley Girl Speak: ON

Collar Requirement: OFF Body Hair Removal: ON Permanent Makeup: OFF

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: ON