Chapter 35: Home Schooling (FF oral rom)

Their neighbors had disappeared as quickly as the party started, leaving only a mess of paper plates, plastic flatware, and wrappers everywhere.

"Well, at least it could have been bigger," Meris said with a tired grin.

Sonja nodded. She had her arm wrapped around Meris and rested her head against her lover's head. "Should we leave it until tomorrow. Maybe Master Cold will make it go away."

She felt almost sacrilegious to assume that the ghostly presence in the house would take care of simple simply like that. She tensed, waiting for a cold wind to punish or guide her, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, she sighed. "Maybe not."

Meris yawned. "Are you sure?"

Sonja started to dig into her shorts to find her phone, but then realized she was wearing nothing but a bikini. She stopped trying and rested her hand on her hip. "We should do it tonight. If we don't, there will probably be a storm or something."

"Yes, mistress," Meris said with a yawn.

"Hush and clean up, slave."

It took them almost two hours to gather up as much as possible. By the time the last paper plate was shoved into the garbage can, Sonja's eyes were aching and she had to yawn just to keep awake. The thoughts of sleeping in her mother's bed with Meris' arm wrapped around was the only thing that kept her going.

"Sonja?"

Sonja looked up from where she was kneeling in the grass, working out a fork that managed to bury itself into the ground. "Yes, love?"

"Can we, can we read the book tonight?"

"From that Perro guy?" Sonja blinked as she looked up. Meris' body was hazy around the edges, her curves highlighted by the harsh light from the back porch.

"Yeah, that book. The one about girls."

"Why? It's really late."

Meris toed the grass, "I want to do it. I want to spit Theodora right in that black cunt of hers."

A prickle of fear ran along Sonja's senses. She looked around at the dark yards on either side of the backyard. "We should talk about it in the house. At least not in the open."

Her lover was obviously disappointed. "I know, but can we at least read it?"

"Sure."

They cleaned for another twenty minutes before it grew too dark to even see with the porch light. Standing up, Sonja surveyed the back yard with a smile.

"They may be friendly, but damn they leave a mess."

Meris giggled. "And they just showed up, just like that. It was kind of freaky."

Sonja felt a smile across her lips, "Maybe they wanted to see a pair of teenage girls in their swimsuits and sun dresses."

Meris reached over and kissed her, her lips warm against Sonja's. "You are very pretty."

"Come on, Meris, you had them lining up to be next to you. I saw the line."

Blushing, her lover shook her head, "No, I was cooking."

"Yeah, then why was it mostly guys? And it wasn't hot dogs they were holding?"

"Uh...?"

"And why did they linger long after getting their food? I bet they were thinking of getting their hands into this---" Sonja grinned as she slipped her hand into Meris' dress, quickly finding her damp pussy and stroking her finger along the slit.

Meris moaned loudly. "Oh!"

Sonja hooked her finger into Meris' pussy and drew her closer.

Meris moaned and melted into Sonja's arms, her lips seeking out Sonja's. As soon as they touched, there was an electric surge between them. Meris wrapped her arms around Sonja's hips and curled her hands over Sonja's taut buttocks and easily slipped underneath the thin fabric.

Sonja giggled into the kiss and wiggled her finger caught in Meris' pussy. She was rewarded by her own buttocks being parted so Meris could worm two fingers into her soaked pussy. The pleasure sparkled along her senses and she curled her toes from the sensations.

When they broke, Sonja smiled warmly. "Okay, grab a spit and stuff. Just so no one sees us grabbing it for the morning."

Meris squealed happily and sprinted for the back yard. Sonja watched her body flashing in the light, then disappearing into the woods. For a moment, she was alone in the middle, half expecting a storm of ice to rush up against her but, for once, the world and her heart was in peace.

A rustling noise filled the woods and Meris burst out between two branches, holding two long metal spits and a handful of metal and rope. Sonja met her half way, enjoying the look of playful lust in the bright blue eyes. Grabbing one of the spits, she gasped at the feeling of warmth still in the spits.

Meris grinned broadly, "I know, they are always warm."

"Yeah. Let’s get these inside."

POINT

Giggling, they raced for the house. The book was on the center of the dining room table. Meris grabbed it as they padded down the hallway and up the stairs. Gweneth’s old room smelled of sex from their frequent coupling since Sonja's mother died. The old blankets were tossed in the corner. Their replacements laid scattered and twisted from languish waking and passionate sex.

Meris almost purred as she stripped off her dress. The fabric puddled to the ground as she crawled into bed. Her ass wiggling before she sat down in the middle.

Sonja, moving a little slower, stripped out of her bikini and crawled into the bed with her.

Meris moaned softly and kissed her as Sonja crawled around her and slipped behind her.

Sonja fought a yawn as she straddled her lover and lowered her hips until her pubic mound rested against Meris' buttocks. When she leaned forward, it was the most natural thing to follow the curves of Meris' body until Sonja's nipples ground into the soft skin of her lover's back. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Meris' shoulders and neck.

"Oh, that feels good," moaned the slender girl. Meris wiggled up against Sonja's hips and then pulled the book in front of her. Propping herself up on her blows, she cracked open the book and started to read the book.

The book talked about the history of spitting and various methods for keeping a woman, or man but the book mostly talked about and showed women, alive while they were spitted. An entire chapter dedicated itself to the merits of putting the spit through the anus or the vagina, but mostly it was about how to push the sharpened spit through a living body while avoiding the delicate organs.

By the time they were a quarter through the book, Meris was humping the bed with slow rocking. Her buttocks ground against Sonja's hips and the heat rippled off her body. She moaned softly.

Sonja leaned forward, kissing Meris on the shoulder before whispering in her ear. "Thinking about it?"

Meris moaned. "Y-Yes.".

"What part?" though Sonja already suspected.