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The Trinity, #2- 9
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DULL AND BORING INTRODUCTORY MESSAGE
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This is the ninth posting in a second series of stories, continuing the
history of the Trinity (Candy, Judy and Janie), and me, Tom.
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This is a work of fantasy. Any similarity to any person is coincidence.
Yeah, right. And Smoky the Bear doesn't have any children because every
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Story 17: "Toto, I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore" [1993]
HALLOWEEN: One of the more ideal holidays; you don't have extensive
shopping, it's over in one night, and there aren't a lot of silly halloween
specials in the month preceeding the day.
It's the one day when adults can dress up in funny clothes and party like
kids; it's the day when kids can dress up like adults and still party.
Kids love the candy, adults love the candy... an ideal holiday.
This particular year, we were hosting a Halloween party; actually two
parties. One early, for Jennifer's friends, and one later, for our adult
friends; some from the defunct sf club, others from Janie's office, from
Candy's telephone staff, and a couple from my place of work. Judy got left
out in this regard, since she worked solo, but she knew most of the people
we invited.
The kids loved their party, and set out from our house to trick-or-treat,
then returned for some games. Their parents picked all of them up by 9:00,
when our adult party was to start.
The Trinity and I dressed up like the characters from The Wizard of Oz;
Janie was Dorothy, I was the Scarecrow, Judy became the Tin Woodsman, and
Candy was the Lion. Jennifer had decided that she wanted to be a clown.
There were several interesting costumes. One couple arrived as a snake
charmer in turban and shavar-kamise and his wife was the snake, with a
cobra hood. One of the science-fiction gang came as a kzinti warrior (sort
of a large orange cat, with fangs and a gun). Another was a fairy, with a
flesh-colored leotard and strategic spangles and wings. We had a Robin
Hood, and Peter Pan, a couple of witches, even a Frankenstein's Monster.
Jennifer went off to bed after Janie took off the clown makeup.
We drank a little too much, made altogether too much noise, and enjoyed
ourselves tremendously; then at about midnight they all went home.
I was about to turn out the porch lights, and we could get out of our
costumes, when the doorbell rang.
Candy and Judy were just behind me as I opened the door. A familiar face
looked up at me, astonished.
"Toto," she said, looking down at an invisible dog, "I don't think we're in
Kansas anymore."
{We laughed. "Come in, come in," Candy said.
Dorothy came in. "I called, and whoever answered the phone said you were
having a party. So I decided to come over and..."
You might remember Dorothy from the original set of stories. She was
featured in the chapter titled "Virgin Sacrifice". She lived in Alabama,
and had been travelling through our area when she stayed at our house
overnight, a good many years back. She had kept in touch, infrequently,
through the years.
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It turns out that she was travelling again, and was in our city tonight;
she wanted to know if we could spare a room for the night. Sure, why not?
I sat and talked with Dorothy while the girls got out of their costumes and
makeup. When they came back, wrapped in bathrobes, I gtC] out of my outfit
and took a shower.
When I came back, the girls had gotten caught up on her life and times, as
I had during our conversation earlier. She was recently divorced, and had
taken a new job. It looked like she had shed a few pounds since I had last
seen her, but she was still on the 'fat' side.
The chit-chatting continued for a time. After a while I noticed that
Candy's bathrobe was "accidentally" drooping open, and one of her breasts
was visible. Dorothy's eyes were apparently drawn to it as well. She
finally could resist no longer, and slipped out of her chair, and stepped
over to Candy and kissed her, dropping one hand to caress the exposed tit.
Candy reached up and put her arms around Dorothy's body, and pulled her
down into her lap. Dorothy reclined against Candy and the arm of the sofa,
kissing Candy, and stroking her breast.
Judy, on the other end of the sofa, lifted Dorothy's legs up into her lap,
and removed her shoes, rubbing her feet. Her hands moved slowly up
Dorothy's legs, massaging them, until she reached the top of her legs and
she stroked Dorothy's crotch through her pants.
Janie got up and came over to me, and sat on my lap, kissing my cheek
lightly as we watched Judy and Candy in action.
Candy, while still necking with Dorothy, unbuttoned Dorothy's blouse with
one hand, and kneaded her breasts through her black lace bra. The other
hand was behind Dorothy's back, and she managed to unhook the bra, which
popped up loosely, allowing Candy to slip her hand underneath.
Judy had worked up to the waistband of Dorothy's slacks, and unfastened
them. She pulled down the zipper, loosening the top of the slacks.
Slowly, she eased the slacks down, Dorothy adjusting her hips a bit to
allow Judy to pull them off of her. She was wearing a pair of black lace
briefs, which barely covered her dark pubic hair. Judy slipped the panties
down and off.
Dorothy lifted her knees, opening her pussy for Judy's fingers, which
tickled her labia, and brushed her clit. From my chair, I could see the
beginnings of moisture trickling down Dorothy's slit.
I slipped my hand into Janie's bathrobe, cupping a soft, warm breast in my
hand, her nipple expanding between my fingers. Janie settled a little
firmer against me, her head against my neck. She unfastened the robe belt,
allowing her robe to slip open wider.
Judy slipped out from under Dorothy's legs, and bent down between her legs,
putting her face into Dorothy's slit. The effect on Dorothy was immediate,
as she arched her back, and put her legs over Judy's shoulders, holding her
in place.
I slid my hand down Janie's soft, warm body, and located the furry patch
between her legs. She adjusted one leg a bit, and my hand slid down
between her thighs, and tickled her pussy lips. She was wet, and my
fingertips slid between her lips into the warmth of her vagina. I put two
fingers into her vagina, my thumb pressing against her clit. She moaned
with pleasure, and turned her head, kissing my neck.
Dorothy was moaning, too, and as I looked over, I could see that she was
shaking, bucking her hips into Judy's face, as she continued to kiss Candy.
Judy raised up a bit, and Dorothy dropped her legs off her shoulders.
Candy broke the kiss, and Dorothy sat up, visibly shaking. She lay back on
the other end of the sofa, and Candy moved down between her legs, as Judy,
on her knees in front of the sofa, bent over, taking Dorothy's nipples in
her hands, licking and sucking on each in turn.
Candy pressed her face into Dorothy's crotch, and Dorothy began to moan
again.
Janie moved in my lap, lifting herself up, letting her robe slide out from
under her. My cock was trying to escape from my robe, poking up through
the opening in front of me. Janie maneuvered herself, so that my cock
slipped up between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together around it,
its dark purple head poking just above her thighs.
She rolled her fingertips over the sensitive head of my cock, as I fingered
her nipples, as we kissed, deeply.
I slid my other hand down her back, my fingers following her spine to the
crack of her ass, slipping around the curve, moving past the pucker of her
anus to her slit, which was extremely wet and slippery. Even with the
tightness caused by her clamping her thighs together around my cock, it was
easy to slip a finger into her pussy, and she moaned into my mouth as it
slipped in.
A gasp and an almost-scream from the couch caused us to break our kiss and
look over, as Dorothy was bouncing, with Candy's face in her crotch, and
the force of her orgasm.
I worried that the noise might wake Jennifer, but if she had slept through
our party earlier, one screaming orgasm probably wouldn't bother her.
Anyway, she didn't come out of her room to find out what was going on.
Janie brushed the head of my cock with her fingertips and looked up at me.
"You want a turn now, don't you, Honey?"
"Well..." I started.
She kissed me on the cheek. "Go ahead," she whispered. "I'll get mine
later." She slipped off my lap, and led me over to the sofa. Candy and
Judy moved out of the way. Dorothy stood up on quivering legs, to embrace
me. Janie sat down on the sofa, and I turned Dorothy around. Janie opened
her legs, and Dorothy knelt in front of the couch, putting her face into
Janie's crotch.
Dorothy's ass was stuck up before me, the juices from her pussy were
running down her legs. I knelt behind her, and slid my cock into her pussy
as she sucked on Janie's clit.
She pushed back against me as I began slow, deep strokes. She pushed away
from Janie, arching her back and meeting my thrusts with backward movements
of her ass. Despite her orgasm and wetness, she was very tight, and I was
rapidly approaching orgasm.
Janie read my face, and just as I reached the brink, she put her hands on
each side of Dorothy's head, and pulled her forward. I pulled my cock out
of her pussy, and Judy pinched it.
Dorothy slid down to the floor, turning over on her back. She raised her
knees, and I slid in between them, slipping my cock back into her cunt.
Janie knelt down at her head, one knee on each side of her head. Dorothy
raised her head, and Janie closed her knees under it, cradling her head in
her lap. I leaned forward, and Dorothy wrapped her legs around my hips. I
began small, slow strokes, and within a few moments, Dorothy's pussy
clamped down on my cock, as her body shook with orgasm.
I looked up at Janie, and she nodded; I stroked twice more, putting me
over the edge of the abyss. I came hard into Dorothy's cunt, as she gasped
with each jerk of my body against hers.
She squeezed me with her legs, and sighed as I pulled out of her, rolling
over to the side. Janie bent over and kissed her lightly, then Dorothy sat
up.
"Time to get some sleep," Candy said, grinning. "Or at least go to bed."
She and Judy stood Dorothy up, and led her down the hallway to Judy's room.
As they closed the door, Janie got up and wrapped her robe around her
beautiful body. I gathered up Dorothy's scattered clothing and put it with
her case inside Candy's empty bedroom. Janie took my hand as we went down
the hallway to our room.
As we passed Jennifer's door, Janie paused, opened her door softly and
peeked in. She closed the door silently. "Sound asleep," she said,
smiling up at me.
We went into our room, and Janie closed the door. We removed our robes and
climbed naked into bed.
We cuddled for a little bit, as Janie played with my cock, and I toyed with
her nipples, then I kissed my way down her body, until I reached her
crotch. She tilted her hips, and I twisted my tongue around her clit as I
put my fingers inside the wetness of her pussy.
All of the previous action had her ready, and she climaxed within a short
time, but I kept up my ministrations, and she rolled over into a second
powerful orgasm. I was going to go for three, when she grabbed my ears,
and pulled on them, her signal that she wanted me to stop.
I returned to her side, and she pushed me over on my back. She climbed up
on top of me, sliding my cock into the warmth of her sweet pussy, and lay
on me, her arms around my sides, her legs tucked comfortably at my hips.
She lay her head on my chest and sighed, contentedly.
I pulled a sheet over us, and wrapped my arms around her, my cock about
half-erect inside her; her favorite position to sleep in.
"Goodnight, Scarecrow," she whispered.
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