Intermission Part 6

For someone who was missing a limb and living alone, Mary found that the state of Robyn’s house turned out to actually be a lot cleaner than she was thought it would be. When she expected the blonde veteran to forgo a few chores in favor of taking it easier on herself, Robyn had instead chosen to finish whatever she was working on. She kept focused and busy enough to keep her home clean and welcoming. Even her dog had been trained to the point that it always took its chew toys back to its bed. The biggest mess that Mary ever found in the house was usually left on the countertops where bowls of fruit and mail had been left out until the next time that Robyn decided to get back to them.

The pictures were all perfect and even, the furniture was set up at an angle to try and keep sunlight away from the plush brown seats in the middle of the living room. On top of all of that, the whole building smelled like cookies and was covered in thick, soft brown carpet that nearly swallowed up her toes when she stepped back into the house and kicked off her shoes after she failed her attempt at going to school again. Robyn didn’t follow her inside. The blonde soldier told her right off the bat that she ‘had a lot of shit to do’ that day and drove off as soon as she saw that Mary had disappeared safely back into the house. The cheerleader pulled the jacket that John had given her tighter around her form as she entered the living room again, and without a second thought, she plopped down on the couch that she had slept on the previous night to allow Mrs. Newman to use the spare bedroom… and then called out to John’s mother.

She knew she should have felt awful for thinking like she was and that she shouldn’t have cared to do anything perverted since what had happened the previous day, but she couldn’t shake the warm feeling in her core since she and John had hugged. John’s mother, Brenda, didn’t answer her. The house remained quiet, aside from the heavy panting she heard coming from the other room. Robyn’s large German Shepherd, Dox was his name, went silent as soon as Mary made a sound, but for once the large dog didn’t come running for attention as soon as he heard someone else. He stayed where he was in the other room, likely sitting in a warm ray of sunshine somewhere, and refused to get up.

That worked perfectly for the Latina cheerleader.

While Dox was in the other room and the other residents in the house were out and about, Mary found herself immediately sick of the idea of watching more television. She didn’t want to bother playing with her phone or surfing the internet. The warmth that John had created in her core by simply standing near her was more urgent at the moment, and she quickly resolved to deal with it. She had a rare opportunity of privacy before her, and before her mind could catch up to her with horrible thoughts about the previous day, she lifted her legs up and slid her panties out from beneath her indecently short skirt. She didn’t even bother trying to toss the pink garment aside before the fingers from her other hand were gripping at her thighs. She just held onto it with an iron grip and buried her face into the jacket that John had given her to distract herself with some kind of image other than the ones that had been stuck in her head since Vanessa and Frank had dragged her out to one of Ashcroft’s equipment sheds. The easiest to come to her was, thankfully, one of John.

She had seen so much of him over the past week, in and out of his clothing, that her mind did the rest of the work for her while her fingertips inched closer and closer to the little slit between her legs. Having his jacket so close to her helped. The warmth that the thick cloth provided was only a minor assurance to her that it was safe to feel like she did while the remnants of his scent drifted off it and into her lungs.

Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered with thinking about John in a situation like that. Hell, over the past week she had been trying to do her best not to think of him… but now, in that moment, it was a welcome change of pace to the hell that she had gone through. Even the heavy mixed scent of sex and his sweat was something that Mary found herself enjoying as she traced a fingertip along the damp lips of her small mound. Her touches tickled her into a gentle shiver as she buried her head into the confines of her sweater, but it went no further than that. While the cheerleader was trying to work herself up into a frenzy, brushing against her own clit in sporadic but gentle movements, another sound interrupted her just as long rivulets of her own juices began to trickle down her slender thighs.

A high pitched squeal echoed throughout the house, drawing Mary’s head out of her jacket like she had become an animal trying to peak out of her shelter for predators. She froze with her finger still on her own fleshy button and scanned the length of the room for anything peeping at her… but she found nothing at all. After a couple of moments passed, she resumed her play. She tried to pass the noise off as nothing and rushed headlong into her brief point of privacy, like she could finish it off quickly before she was caught with her hand up her skirt in the middle of the living room…

… but just as she started to push herself to the limit, she heard it again. Her fingers splayed her lower lips open for a couple of exploring digits, and then she jumped as the next squeal echoed throughout the house. It started high and whiny, but as the noise went on, it became throaty and unmistakable for the unchaste moan that it was. Mary gasped and jerked against the cushions of the couch as her own surprise caused her hand to bump against a bundle of nerves that she had been planning on avoiding for the time being. She left her hand to rest in the sensitive place, with droplets of her pussy’s nectar gradually coating her fingers, while the house echoed with that moan… and then another… and another. The unmistakable voice of Brenda Newman filled the entirety of the house, leaving no possible room for thinking that the sound might be coming from the dog, while Mary blushed and stared at the hallway that the noise was coming from.

She must have thought that Mary had left. Without the television on and only a brief mention of Brenda’s name, the mother had to have assumed that she had privacy. She had to have thought that-

Mary blinked crawling over to the hall. She moved before she thought about what she was doing and slinked across the floor to try and prevent noise from coming from her footsteps. Her pink thong was dropped and forgotten on the center of the couch while Mary silently slipped past the bathroom door, Robyn’s room, a closet… and then finally arrived at the entrance to the guest room. A big, white, wooden door towered above the cheerleader as another muffled moan slipped out of the room, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Once she had her hand on the golden knob to enter the room, she found it unlocked and opened it easily.

Mrs. Newman hadn’t even remembered to lock the door before she had disappeared into her fantasies.

The first thing that Mary noticed as she started cracking the door open was the smell. Before a sliver of light and color was made visible to her, another heady mixture of scents bombarded the poor Latina woman and left her mind spinning. In a way, it was eerily similar to how John smelled. Sweat and sex filled the air, mixing sweetly with the natural baking aroma that normally pervaded the house, but this time it was sweeter than normal. The guest room was also laced with Brenda’s lavender perfume, like Brenda had been in there playing with herself for so long that all the fresh air around her had been corrupted with this thick perversion.

When she finally opened the door enough to look through, she gasped at the glistening image of bronze flesh that interrupted her train of thought. She didn’t even remember to keep quiet, she just managed to stay hidden when the noises that the other woman was making drowned Mary out. The massive figure of Brenda’s shapely round ass quivered and shook as Mary looked in on her, bouncing down with ****, greedy thrusts onto a toy that seemed almost… too large for such an act. Looking at the scene, the cheerleader realized that the phallic toy that Brenda was using was similar in many ways to her own toy. The dark, onyx color, the oversized ridiculousness of it… it was even riddled with a maze of giant lewd veins that tugged at the mother’s pussy lips every time she lifted her ass back up.

The only difference that Mary could identify was that Brenda wasn’t using it for some ‘preposterous’ fantasy about John like she had been. Instead, Mrs. Newman was just using it to destroy her own poor little quim. Loud, wet slaps echoed in Mary’s ears as she watched Brenda take the monstrous toy to the base again and again while her bubble butt bounced in the puddle of juices below her. Brenda wasn’t even doing it on the bed. A pile of sheets and blankets had been tugged off the side of the bed to where Brenda now sat on the fat, fake cock beneath her, but they weren’t being used. Brenda didn’t even try to bite down on the fabric to muffle her cries. She just threw her head back, flinging dark locks of hair and little braids through the air, and enveloped every inch that the toy had with a whorish squelching noise.

“Mah-! Moooore...” her voice was so needy that, even while squirting strings of her girlcum across the floor, Mary almost thought that she truly would need help to get off. Even while in the midst of an orgasm that caused the mother’s toes to curl, she didn’t stop thrusting. She just slammed her big butt against the puddle of juices on the ground again, a puddle that seemed too large to be real for Mary, and then lifted back up for the next thrust with dozens of sticky strings of translucent cum still clinging to her ass and thighs.

It was preposterous to consider helping the mother, but simply watching Brenda go at it was enough to fill Mary’s head with thoughts like that. Thoughts of helping her to squirt like she had with June or bouncing on the fake cock that seemed more and more like it belonged on John each day. It was preposterous… but it was all Mary could think about as she hiked her darkly colored skirt back up and pinched at the swollen button atop her mound. A silent hiss escaped the cheerleader’s lips while the door inched open further and further, trapping Mary’s gaze with each section of Brenda’s body that was revealed, but she didn’t bother to stop it. Her hands went to work on her own needy pussy instead and quickly caused her body to begin trembling with all the pent up pleasures that she had been unable to express since Vanessa had first found her phone.

Long, powerful, bronze arms gradually slipped into view as Mary watched Brenda’s body completely appear, and she nodded to herself when she saw how the mother needed to lean against the bed for support and cling to it. Mountainous, heavy breasts bounced in front of her eyes. Each one was topped with a large, hard, pinchable nipple that was too swollen and too aroused to not feel the rush of the wind raking across them every time Brenda dropped down on the fake cock. After that… she saw the collar. Thick, black, shiny leather drew Mary’s eyes up to the MILF’s slender neck, to the metal ring that dangled softly at the front of it, and caused the cheerleader to freeze as she stumbled across an act that was lewder than she had been expecting. Brenda’s big bouncing breasts rose and dropped, each one lifting high enough that they almost slapped against the mother’s chin, as the door finished opening and tapped against one of the walls inside the room, and then they instantly stopped.

Brenda’s eyes snapped open, glazed over at first, before they became intently focused on Mary. The cheerleader squeaked out a single peep as Brenda stared at her. Her thighs slapped shut on the hand that she had been using to play with her clit, and once again the motion caused her to toy with her pussy in ways that she hadn’t been planning. The steady rise of arousal and warmth that caused Mary’s inverted nipples to peek out from her small breasts was immediately replaced with an action that crushed her clit against her hand and took her right to the peak of pleasure. Her legs locked up, her hand squeezed at her womanhood a little tighter, enveloping it into her palm, and her core ached as she realized that she had been caught.

Brenda had seen Mary playing with herself… and that fact immediately brought back a fire to Mary’s loins that she was worried had died off since the last time she had been caught. She couldn’t try to hide the moan that slipped out of her lips upon seeing Brenda’s eyes gazing at her, it came out too fast for her to catch it. She just sat down and held her hand in place in the hopes that it might keep her at the edge of pleasure long enough to politely slip away and deal with it.

“I-” her voice came out in the form of a throaty moan, mimicking all the noises that Brenda had already made before she managed to clear her throat and get ahold of herself. “I’m sorry. I-I-I wasn’t-” she didn’t get to finish her sentence. A loud popping noise interrupted Mary as Brenda leaned forward, and with a expert twist of her hips, she pulled the dildo’s suction cup up from the floor that had been ruined and began crawling over to Mary with the length still buried in between her pussy lips. “I-” she tried to talk to Brenda, to get out of trouble… if she was in any, but Brenda didn’t bother listening. She just crawled atop the cheerleader and started kissing her.

Plump, red, bee-stung lips crashed against Mary’s own mouth as Brenda pushed the cheerleader onto her back and shoved her hips back against the nearest wall. It only took the mother a couple of thrusts to get the suction cup of her sex toy attached to something again, but once it was, she barely played with it. What little focus she could muster dropped to the person that was with her now, and there was no recovering it once Brenda had started leaving marks of her lipstick across Mary’s body.

The cheerleader’s lips were coated in a mixture of candy-red makeup, that she had not been intending to wear, and drool as Brenda pulled the dildo out… and out… and out until only the tip remained in her cunt so that they could continue kissing. She pinned Mary to the floor, beneath heavy, swollen breasts that the cheerleader’s hands sunk into as she pushed them against Brenda’s chest, and staked a claim to the space in her mouth with a long, slimy tongue. She squeezed Mary into a pillowy kiss and left her to silently deal with the onslaught as the kiss turned downright hungry. Teeth, tongue, and short suckling pecks pulled at Mary’s lips and tongue over and over again for what felt like hours... like… like Brenda was trying to feed herself somehow on the perverted embrace and the spit that they shared, until finally… Mary just let her have her way.

She borrowed one of the hands that she had used to try and hold Brenda at bay long enough to talk to her and moved it back to her clit where it began to frantically rub and schlick across the swollen button there. She let Brenda stop her from breathing with her kiss for a time and squeezed her other hand into the giant breasts that were bearing down on top of her. She pinched, twisted, and tugged at the big sensitive nipples that Brenda had brought to her and smiled dreamily when the mother’s whorish moans returned and were promptly dumped into her mouth with another load of drool. Mary let her have her way with her mouth until Brenda’s kiss got rough.

The MILF pinched Mary’s tender and swollen lips between her own one last time and then pulled back with a wet smacking noise. She left her to catch her breath finally, but only in the confines of John’s jacket when she started pulling it up over Mary’s head to get at her breasts. The jacket only came halfway off Mary before she stopped again. A nipple was ripped from the confines of cloth and then attacked by Brenda’s ravenous mouth, while Mary was left to gasp for air through the jacket that still smelled like John.

“Mrs. Newman-! I-” she cried out and jumped when the mother pinched Mary’s nipples right back. She kissed her way down to Mary’s skirt, leaving lip-shaped marks of red across her body before, finally, she pulled her other hand away from her pussy so that Brenda could play with it instead. A familiar slapping noise foretold the hilting thrust that Brenda gave back to the wall, and Mary opened her mouth to cry out as a hot breath washed over her slit. She was at the edge and already drunk on the company of others, but she wanted more. She wanted to finish, so she mashed her hips up into the face of the MILF on top of her before Brenda could complete the sentence that she began.

“Jooohn…” Was all she managed to moan out before her tongue clashed with Mary’s clit. A sharp cry echoed throughout the house. Mary raked her hips back and forth across the length of the meaty, slimy organ, and a gentle trickle began to pass through Brenda’s lips. At the first sign of liquid, Brenda sealed her lips to the sex of the person in front of her, and every perverse oral action that she had relished and enjoyed in the past became like instinct for her. She started sucking directly on the throbbing buzzer in her mouth and lashed it over and over again with her tongue like it was a whip. Gentle wet slaps could be felt, but not heard, between the two of them as Mary locked her legs around the head of her friend’s mother and writhed in place through an endless scream.

Pussy juices poured from Brenda’s mouth as she, too, came on the cock that had been affixed to the wall and then dripped off her chin and across the curve of Mary’s firm butt while the cheerleader writhed and bucked against Brenda’s face. Mary’s powerful and slender thighs locked up and squeezed tight to the head of the MILF lapping at her cunt, but the older woman didn’t care. She just kept serving… slurping and licking until the stream of girlcum diminished to a series of weak spurts. Mary’s eyes squeezed shut as she took the opportunity to pinch at her own nipples instead of Brenda’s and a blissful high captured her mind.

When she finally pulled the jacket back down over her face at least, Mary was trembling so hard that even her hips were shaking from side to side. She squeaked out a couple of pleas to be gentle as Brenda continued attacking her pussy with a strange lustful hunger... but they were quickly ignored. She was eventually pinned down by the hips while Brenda continued to eat her out and fucked the toy behind her and her legs became coated in a mixture of drool and cum…

… and then her mind finally caught up to what Brenda had uttered at the peak of her pleasure.

“Wait… What did you say?”