Taylor loves your labia-licking wakeup call a little too much

Starting from you, Mary, Taylor, and Tom all laid out in your big bed, Mary peels back the light coverlet to expose Taylor from mid-back to knees. Mary shifts over to sit up against the headboard, leaving your path clear to where Taylor's lying on her side, her front toward Tom's back, her top knee bent so her butt is tilted slightly away. In the dim glow of Mary's angel nightlight, you can see that Taylor is wearing old clothes one step from being cut up for cleaning rags -- one of your frayed old undershirts and a pair of your old flannel PJ bottoms with stretched-out waist elastic.

You slide down lower on the bed, bending your knees, and nose up to Taylor's backside. Your nose tingles. That's why Mary didn't offer her something from Shasta or Sarah's drawers. Your nose tells you that Taylor's been rode hard and put away wet, as they say.

Your dick throbs at the scent. A busy girl on the morning after is high on your list of tasty breakfasts. You take hold of the loose fabric behind Taylor's thighs and gently open Mary's present to you, tugging the loose waistband down to expose Taylor's butt cheeks, pale in the nightlight. No panties, no surprise.

You turn to Mary. "Will you hold her top cheek up a little, sweetheart?" you say quietly.

Mary sighs. She closes her eyes, bows her head, and her lips move in a familiar prayer. She opens her eyes and smiles at you. "Okay honeybear," she says. "Bless us all." She rubs her hands together to warm them up and leans forward to gently part Taylor's soft buttocks.

You take another deep breath and move your head lips toward Taylor's tail lips. Soft. Warm. A little swollen. Moist. Salty. Busy girl.

Mary's breathing comes out as audible sighs above your head. Taylor moans softly. She pulls her top knee up, opening her pussy wider for you. She's wet between the lips already, and wetter as you lick her there. There's that clitty. Taylor moans aloud when you start licking on her pleasure bean.

Mary sighs when she hears Taylor's moan.

You keep licking her clit. Salt. A little pee. Back down the lips. Fresher, sweeter, slippery fluid on your tongue. Back to the clit. Another loud moan. Girl is waking up hot and ready. You move your fingers up and gently pinch her clit so it stays right under your licking tongue. Her hips twitch. Lick lick lick lick lick...

Ignition.

"OH YES OH YES OH YES OH GOD FUCK YESSSSSSSS!" Taylor screams.

She freezes, then groans loudly. Her hips tilt and her legs stiffen up straight. You take a thigh straight to the cheekbone, bumping your tongue away, but you hold your fingers pinched around her clit as her clenched thighs hold you captive. She trembles as her orgasm rolls on.

"Eeeeeeeee!" Taylor moans.

Her hips flex and straighten with each spasm of her climax. There's a thump from the far side of the bed.

"Shit, Taylor, what?" a young man's voice says.

Tom's wakeup call, his sister having a screaming orgasm and bucking him out of someone else's bed.

When you EAT HER, on a 7-9: Take +1 Forward; She cums, take +1 XP. You have 2 XP.

You have +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (your wife Mary).

Take +1 Forward on your next Move (Tell Her or Make Her Beg, or maybe Get Out of Trouble. But it is your house.).