After the beach: Chapter 1 - [F25/F25/M25][messy][lesbian][slow burn]

-Chapter 1: Deal-

A day later. The ritual haze: manageable.

Elsie lay in bed. The soft, cozy blanket: a cruel mistress to the girl who needed to be at work in 36 minutes.

'Fuck. My. Life.'

Even aspiring witches need to pay the bills; a fact, often subject to the amnestic powers of the imbibed.

8:24AM The accusing, blood-red digits proclaimed.

8:25AM

'Fine! I'm getting up.'

Elsie, with monumental effort, departed the confines of her beloved nest; bare feet, padding their way to the cool tiled floor of the bathroom.

'Look at what the cat dragged in.' Nira's comment, a precise description of her reflection.

Nira's smug form leaned against the doorframe, languidly biting down on a half-ripe banana.

'Are you here to gloat?'

'Me? No--not in a thousand years.'

Elsie turned, her gaze cascading from Nira's flared lips around the nascent fruit and down to the gentle peaks that press against her nightie's fabric.

Nira stopped chewing, watched Elsie's eyes linger on her chest and smiled wryly. Her hypnotically wobbling from side-to-side with the gentle slapping of skin, gave rise to those two focal points.

Pulling the satin garment tautly from her thoracic spine, the strained fabric detailed two bands of pebbled flesh that orbited her firm, lactiferous ducts.

'You -- are going to make me late again.'

'I -- would never.'

'Please, you slink on in here like a minx on heat and expect me not to pounce on you?' Elsie remarked, before securing one of the puckishly delectable tits in her mouth. A mixture of saliva and sebaceous fluid wicking into the satin matrix; Elsie gorged on Nira's remaining nipple, through the cloth and bit down according to her tolerance.

'Oooh, easy does it.'

'You started it. I really need to get going!'

'Okay, okay. I'll go and fuck myself then.'

'I know you will, babe.'

---

Elsie parked their communal rust bucket behind 'The Sandwich House', headed inside and with an impressive four whole minutes to spare.

'You're late.' the sleazy Mr. Gatwick exclaimed.

Elsie, checked her phone and saw: 8:57AM.

'I'm early, Mr. Gatwick.'

'I need you to be here, 15-minutes early so you can be ready to start your shift on time.'

'I'm ready now and you won't pay me for those 15-minutes, will you?'

'Oh, of course not, kiddo. I need you to be here on time.'

You don't make any sense; you greasy, sack of shit. And just call me kiddo again...

'Okay, sir, I'll surely be late if we keep arguing over whether or not 8:57AM is before or after 9:00AM.'

'Listen here, sweetie, I've got a lot to teach you yet; it's a big bad world out there and I'm trying to extend an olive branch.' his hand reached out, squeezed her trap muscle and she instantly recoiled. Her face betrayed revulsion and an implacable promise.

Elsie retreated towards the ladies restroom; Mr. Gatwick, seemingly imperceptive of social acceptability, added one last remark: 'Don't forget to tie that hair of yours up before starting, missy.'

Dēsō tēn emēn komēn, eita dēsō se kai prohēsw tois thēriois, heōs an ostea monon leipētai. Her words--a volley of stramoneous arrows; gorgeously toxic.

'What was that, Elsie?'

'Oh -- nothing, sir, just clearing my throat.'

---

After 8-hours, Elsie and her shift, were done. Absentmindedly, she drove herself through the suburbs towards home.

Another day, masterfully crafting sandwiches for that cretin who calls himself a man and customers that wouldn't give me the time of day, all while keeping a smile on my face.

Bzz-bzz

The screen of her phone displayed, 'Half @ 6, same place?'

'Sure, seeya soon.' she replied.

---

Home sweet home

The door swung open, Nira's welcoming smile brought one to Elsie's face as she trudged up the front steps.

'We have a visitor.'

'...Oh, I totally forgot I invited Graham over. Sam wants to meet too, like nowish.'

'Roadtrip!'

'I guess so...'

'What's wrong sourpuss?'

'The boss... I'll explain later.'

Nira pulled Elsie into an embrace, kissing her on the cheek.

'It'll be ok. You won't work for him forever.'

'What are you two whispering about? Graham asked, hovering behind the threshold.

'Intolerable people, Graham.'

His body stiffened, as if accused.

'Not you, I adore you. Come here.'

Graham's softened as Elsie pulled him close.

'Did you want to go on a little adventure?' Elsie asked before smooching him.

'Grossssss, guys, get a room!'

Elsie's eyes snapped to Nira's, hand grabbing the crotch of her loose shorts.

'You fucking love it, no panties and I feel you're wet plus I can smell it on you.'

Elsie slid fingers inside Nira's folds, drawing a cohesive fluid out past her rigid nub, 'See?' she exclaimed as the sampling fingers were drawn apart; a glistening web of mucus shone in the sunlight. Nira's flushed cheeks accompanied her sharp gasp at Elsie's entrance.

'Do you wanna taste her, Graham? Can you smell how horny she is?'

Nira's eyebrows shot upwards, embarrassed but unwilling to stop her.

'I... ahh--is this a test... for the--you know?'

'Do you want to taste Nira's wetness?'

'So what was this adventure you were talking about?' he asked. Cheeks rosy like vine ripened tomatoes.

'Good question. We just need to pop inside and grab something and then we're going to church.'

Church? Graham, perplexed.

Elsie licked her finger clean while heading inside. Graham's mouth, agape while looking to Nira.

'Hey man, I'm down if you are.'

'I mean, I just didn't expect her to do that.'

'You clearly don't know her well enough yet. I want you if you want me, Graham; that's how this works.'

'I... do.'

'You do what?' Elsie questioned. Sneaking up behind and startling him.

'Go on, tell her.' Nira said, with a brief elbow to the ribs.

'I--want to taste her wetness.'

'That'a'boy, but you'll have to do it in the car. Sam's waiting.'

'And you're honestly cool with it?'

'I'm more than cool with it. You two should fuck tonight and I'll mash my pussy on the couch while I watch.'

'I--don't know what to say.'

'You don't have to say anything, just get in the car.'

...

6:05PM - Church parking lot

The trio parked next to Sam's car; she had a passenger and they looked mighty acquainted before noticing the Elsie pull up.

'It was her, in the vision.' Nira announced.

'Really? This ought to be interesting.'

'Her? Vision?'

'Never mind, Graham, just keep your eyes and ears open.'

Sam and co stepped into Elsie's car.

'Hey Elsie, Nira, this is Ingrid.'

'Nice to meet you, Ingrid.'

'Hey, nice to meet you all too.'

'This is Graham, ou... my boyfriend.'

Smooth Nira thought.

'So, how was your trip? Clearly you got through that last bag.'

'Well, in some ways it went well but in others...'

'Do tell.' Elsie leaned in.

'I have video proof that Rupert was sleeping with my friend.'

'Oh, that's horrible.'

'I know... and I'm going to blackmail the bitch.'

'Ohh, I see...'

Nira's attention focused on Ingrid's body language; her eyes darted and she fidgeted with her plait when Samantha spoke of the infidelity.

They're fucking too, hypocrites. I can read you like a book, Ingrid.

'So what are you going to blackmail leverage exactly?

'She's cheating on her boyfriend, Jamie.'

Ingrid's features distorted for a moment, almost as if in pain and then returned to a placating smile; Sam's face exuded a black, vitriolic aura as she spat her venom.

'I want her to feel betrayed and alone.'

'Mmm, well, that's pretty deep... fuck. Elsie, I totally forgot something on the stove at home; did you have the stuff for Sam?' Nira asked while giving her the go along with it look.

'Shit... yes the ragu! It's been a pleasure, ladies but we need to fly. Half, was it, Sam?'

'Yeah... half. Here's the cash,' hurriedly passing the wrinkled notes. An air of suspicion crawling over Samantha's face.

'Here you go! Thank you and I'll see yous next time,' the heavy scent of the Black masked the subtle odor of Nira's buzzing vagina.

After hopping back in their car, Sam and Ingrid drove away. Looking back once, with a wary smile.

'Nira, what the fuck?'

'Those two are fucking, I feel it in my bones. She's cheating on Rupert, trying to trot around while riding her moral high horse.'

'Who's Rupert?'

'Try to keep up, Graham. Samantha's boyfriend.'

'Oh, I see now.'

'Okay, Nira, wait. This is perfect. If we can get a hold of that homewrecker, prove that Ingrid and Sam are sleeping together... we can have both of them.'

'You are so naughty sometimes, Elsie. Has anyone ever told you that?'

'Not as naughty as you it seems; what's that hand doing in your shorts? I'm surprised they didn't say anything; you smell like you've been fingering yourself all day!'

'It's not every day you can rub one out in a church carpark, am I right? Oh, Graham, I forgot, did you wanna taste me now?' She asked, bringing the phenomenal glue to his face.

'Yes. Please.'

'Wow, watch out Elsie; I might steal him from ya.'

'Humph.'

Nira glided her three middle fingers past his puckered lips; reaching inside and extracting a deep groan of approval from within.

'You like Nira's kitty cat, do you? Do you wanna lick my taint in the back seat while I suck the cum outta your hard spire?'

'Save some for tonight, Graham. Do you want to see me lick your cum from her cunt after you've filled her up?'

Graham sensed a jealousy forming over him, equally terrifying and arousing. He'd seen them both in action and could identify with both, a piece of roadkill being torn asunder by two wolves or a young cub being nurtured by its elders. Regardless -- he sensed the beginnings of surrender; his resistance on the order of a few minutes.

'I think I want it all,' he stated.

Shlop-shlop-shlop

Nira's shorts were scuttling down to the floor mat, with eyes tilting further back than her head.

'Touch me, Graham... Suckle my breast like Elsie this morning.'

Graham gave a last glance to Elsie who subtly smiled with a nod. His tentative hands pulled her covering up and released Nira's soft, cocoa breasts. Graham's eyes closed as he flicked her teat around with his tongue.

'Ahhhmmm, I'm gonna do that to your cock, Graham.'

Mmmm

'I'm going to drain you so Elsie's got nothing to lick outta my pussy. How do you like the sound of that?'

Mmmmmmm

'Alright, gimmie gimmie.'

She opened her eyes and saw Elsie gently writhing in the drivers seat, biting her lip.

'Graham, take your damn pants and underwear off. We're gonna give our driver a show.'

As he was trying to undress, Nira wrestled him into laying across the three back seats and straddled his face.

'How's the tap taste, you horny boy? I'm gonna lick your lolly till you pop.'

Mmm-mmmmmm

'Mmm, that's right.'

Nira slid forward, positioning her anus above his mouth and to her delight he caught on.

'Oh, you're a good boy, fuck me with your tongue, right -- there...'

'Aren't you being a bit selfish, Nira. That dick isn't gonna milk itself.' Elsie noted.

'Mmm, you're right.'

Her ten fingertips softly gripped the shaft as she leaned down and licked his urethra, a subtle salty taste ionised her tongue.

'Oooh, it's been a while since I've tasted cum.'

Mmmmmm

The muffled Graham, servicing Nira's gyrating genitalia.

'Should we take bets on how long, Elsie?'

'Two minutes.' Elsie whispers.

'One minute.' Nira chirps.

Nira's throat engulfed Graham's diamond hard length, gagging and drooling down his radiant sack. She felt his body convulse from the sudden sensory tsunami.

'Maybe you're right, Nira. Are you going to cum down her pretty little throat, Graham?'

Mmmmmm

'What was that?'

MMMMMM

Graham's hips bucked, Nira snorted while coupled to his crotch and sperm spurted from her nostrils. Tears rolled down her face from the sheer force of the experience

'Oh my, you two made quite a mess.'