The spirit of joy moves you ladies as you eat each other.

EAT MARCY: 4+3 = 7, choose two: She cums, +1 XP; Take +1 Forward.
Using GET FUCKED for MARCY using her mouth on you: 8+1 = 9, choose two. You take her tongue on your ass; You like it/no trouble.
EAT CHERYL: 7+3 = 10, choose three.

Pie Slice. What a nickname Marcy said she had in the service. It sounded like she'd been a gal for gals until she met her fellow overseas, and he'd brought her such joy that she'd changed teams. Well, at least at home.

"How do you want me, Mary?" Marcy asks.

"Whatever's most comfortable, hon," you say. "You're carrying the bun."

Marcy sits on the edge of the massage table, stretches upward and grips a rod that looks like it's for hanging stuff off of. Her breasts lift as she raises her arms. She spreads her knees. "Pie is served," she says with a big grin.

"Oh hon, that looks delicious," you say. "As I already know."

"Mm-hm," Cheryl says.

Under Marcy's big baby belly is a plump little pair of folds in folds, her sweet lady-lips that Cheryl's already been tickling as part of her special massage. You pull up a chair, laying a towel on the waxy white plastic. Not just for comfort, though it helps. But it's impolite to leave a wet kiss of girl juice in a place that other ladies might not find it welcome.

You take a deep breath, and recite an old table blessing. "Bless us O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen." Your mouth waters with Marcy's scent. "Oh, hon, I'm so hungry for you," you say. You lean forward, kissing her lady-lips, already a little swollen and parted. There's a little pee with your first taste, but as you lick, Marcy's lips get slicker and wetter and more salty, like the taste you had from Cheryl's fingertips, but richer and more delicious.

"Oh, Mary, ah," Marcy says. "I, ah, wouldn't have picked you as a pussy eater. Oh. At all. Never a REALLY GOOD pussy eater."

Cheryl laughs. "I suspected Mary right away," she says. "But in the shower? Bingo. She's a bigger pussy gazer than me."

Your cheeks and ears warm with embarrassment, but your mouth is full of Marcy's delicious pie and your face is pressed against her round belly full of Baby Leila, so you keep on keeping on.

Marcy moans. You hear the metal rod squeak as she grips it harder. Her hips quiver and her thighs tense.

"Oh yes oh yes oh FUCK oh YES!" Marcy cries out. Her knees swing together, squeezing your head tightly between her thighs. She clamps her mouth tight and lets out a low squeal through her nose as her hips rock on the waves of Heaven's joy.

You're feeling dizzy and lightheaded when Marcy finally releases you. You steady yourself with a hand on the massage table as clouds of golden sparkles swim before your eyes. When you catch your breath, you see that Cheryl has helped Marcy lie down on her side. Marcy's still breathing hard, her face moist and flushed.

"Needed. That." Marcy says. "Oh God. Gonna get home. Take another leak. My man's gonna fuck another one out of me, and I'm gonna sleep so good. Thank you Mary." She rolls her shoulders and her back pops. "Ahhhh." She takes a deep breath. "But I still owe you one, Mary," she says. "Can't send you to your husband a virgin back there."

"Ahhh," Cheryl says. She seems very tickled by the notion of Marcy licking your dirt hole. The thrill of forbidden fruit can get some folks quite stirred up. Even yourself, now and again.

In this small room, the table's at a height where if you turn your backside to Marcy and bend forward, your rear cheeks stick up and out at her face and you can support yourself against the white-painted cinderblocks of the wall.

"That's right, Mary," Marcy says. "Little further. There, stop."

You feel Marcy's warm breath against your rear cheeks.

"I never get tired of this view," Marcy says. Her warm hand closes round the top of one cheek with a firm grip. "Mm, you've got some hunk of muscles under those soft buns, lady."

"I work on my feet," you say. Your honeybear likes those tight muscles when he holds your buns and takes you from behind.

Marcy slides up her other hand and parts your cheeks. "Mm, that's a real woman's asshole," she says. "And me, your first."

Now it's Marcy sounding all excited. You glance at Cheryl. She seems quite taken with the prospect. Staring like to set your tail on fire. Just quieter for now.

"Come to mama, Mary," Marcy says. "Bend a tiny bit more."

"Ohhhhhhh," you sigh as Marcy's tongue circles you there. "Oh my. Ohhh my." You hope it just tastes like pool water and shower soap. Electric tingles spark out from the ticklish folds of your dirtiest, most shameful part.

"Is it good, Mary?" Cheryl asks.

"Yes, very, ohhhhh!" you reply, as Marcy redoubles her efforts. She's gripping your buns with both hands now, holding you tightly so she can lick harder and faster. "Oh, Annabelle, bless you for showing me how you...oh!"

It's strange and wonderful and makes you shiver all over. It feels so good but your knees start to give out with all that tingling and tickling.

"Marcy, hon, bless you," you say. "Bless you for showing me how it feels."

Marcy laughs. "I hope your husband is half as good as me."

"That would be just fine," you say. "If he loves it as much as he says he does."

Cheryl's round face is blooming with a pink blush. She can't quite put words together for a minute or two. Marcy shoots a crooked grin in Cheryl's direction and Cheryl busts out in a giggle. Her big breasts quiver as she laughs out loud.

When you've all settled down, you and Cheryl help Marcy get dressed and walk her out to the front of the fitness center where you hand her over to Mr. Rashid, a sweet fellow with a charming accent who is wrapped up tight in love with Marcy like Marcy was God's best gift ever. He's shorter and more lightly built than Marcy, and looks a bit younger too. Marcy lets him fawn over her and help her with her swim bag and into the car, even though she doesn't look like she actually needs the help and could probably fold him in half.

Cheryl squeezes your hand and lets it go.

"My place, hon?" you ask. "Or is your man away too?

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +3 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, and the Character Moves Truth, Mistress, Mind Control, and Touch Yourself.

EAT CHERYL: 7+3 = 10, choose three and describe the scene.