*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been four warned. Expect to discover mistakes.

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“You girls don’t stay up all night, okay?” Stan MacManus ordered as he prepared to leave for another eight hour shift at the Ayshire facility.

“Yes sir,” Jill Thompson agreed.

“Yes sir,” Lisa MacManus agreed.

“Be good,” he smiled as he slid the door of Lisa’s bedroom shut.

Inside of her bedroom, Lisa held her breath, waiting for the slam of the trailer’s front door. Less than a minute later, they both heard the front door slam. Lisa turned and shot Jill a wide smile. Then, as they heard Stan’s Chevy truck roar to life, Lisa swiveled her entire body to face Jill.

“What’d you get?” Lisa demanded.

“Two. That’s right. Two bottles of Terlings Beer,” Jill crowed triumphantly. “And, he had a new magazine too. Anal Hotties or something like that.”

John Thompson, Jill’s brother, Jill’s only living relative was a drunk. The bulk of his income came from scrounging for recyclable cans and other metals and the occasional odd job.

When John had enough money, he would make the two hour trip down to Falwell City, Oklahoma. Even though Jayel County was not a dry county; there were two package stores and a few bars, including Little Bo Peep’s, a ‘gentlemen’s club’, John drove to Falwell City. His first stop was Skippy’s Pak N’ Sak, to stock up on booze. And, usually, while he was in Falwell City, John would swing by the adult bookstore and pick up one or two hard-core pornographic magazines. Then he would make the two hour drive back to Mordbrand, Kansas and lug in the bottles of Nulough’s Vodka and Iron Barrel Whiskey and four or five cases of Gratchley’s Beer.

“Terlings? God, I hope this is better than that Gratchley’s stuff,” Lisa said, squinting at the sixteen ounce bottle of Barley Terlings Beer.

“It has to be,” Jill said and twisted the cap off of the warm beer.

Neither girl liked the taste of beer. Neither girl liked drinking warm beer. But neither girl was about to admit that they didn’t like the alcohol, not in front of the other girl. So, gamely, they both drank the warm beer.

“Oh! Get, let’s see that magazine,” Lisa said, wishing she could pour out the strong, heavy beer.

Jill rummaged around in her backpack and located the stiff magazine. ‘Anal Girlfriends was the title and the cover showed a somewhat tawdry looking woman, heavily painted lips smiling cheekily into the camera as she leaned over another woman’s upturned buttocks. The model held a latex dong in her left hand, head of the dong pressed against her friend’s greased anus. Her right hand pulled the left buttock, fully exposing the other woman’s greased anus and hairless mound and slick inner lips.

Lisa looked from the magazine’s cover at the smiling face of her best friend. Jill Michelle Thompson was cute, in a somewhat tomboyish way. Her brown hair was cut to hang just below her ears. Her brown eyes were large and expressive, especially on her small, square face. Her nose was slim and her wide mouth was framed by pale lips. Her teeth were somewhat in need of a good orthodontist, but was not so badly formed to hamper Jill’s ability to eat or speak.

Jill was scrawny, with 29B breasts, a 26 inch waist and 31 inch hips. She stood at five feet four, and, because her brother was perpetually unemployed, Jill could not afford the latest fashions or fads.

Lisa’s height of five foot four put Lisa and Jill eye to eye. But there, the similarities ended. Lisa was blonde, like her father and her mother. She also had their blue eyes.

“And, unfortunately, you’ve got that MacManus nose,” Debbie, Lisa’s mother had sympathized, even playfully pinching Lisa’s large nose.

Lisa missed her mother. Debbie had wanderlust; having grown up in Billingsly, Kansas, in the heart of Jayel County, Debbie desired to see more of the world than just railroads and truck stops and wheat fields and trailer parks. So when Debbie determined that Lisa could fend for herself, Debbie left her wedding band and diamond engagement ring on the Formica kitchen table and a simple note declaring her love for Lisa and Stanley.

“Well, with love like that…” Stan muttered and threatened he would get a divorce from his wandering wife.

Lisa had been blessed with her mother’s curves. When her mother had left, Lisa was wearing a 26V bra. Now, at eighteen, Lisa wore a 34D and that was getting a little snug. Her waist was 30, and her hips were 34. She was also cursed with her mother’s somewhat heavy thighs.

“Anal Girlfriends?” Lisa asked, reading the title out loud.

John had odd taste in pornography. Both Lisa and Jill had mused, if he would buy a computer, he could save seven to twelve dollars every other week, instead of buying the discounted hard-core magazines from the rear racks of the adult bookstore.

John didn’t tell Lisa or Jill; he hardly could justify it to himself, but John also bought five dollars’ worth of tokens and went into a viewing booth. There, he would feed a few tokens into the slot and would select whatever his interests that day would dictate. ‘Shaved’ or ‘Anal’ or ‘Lesbian’ usually got pressed.

After a few moments, John would hear a knock on the wall, a soft tap-tap-tap. Looking to the left and to the right, John would look for the fingers sticking through the hole. Unzipping his stained trousers, John would feed his impressive cock to the mouth on the other side of the wall.

From the stubby fingers, John did deduce it was a man’s mouth, but from the other side of the wall, John could tell himself it was not a man swallowing his meat. It was not a man on the other side, stroking his own small erection while tonguing John’s sweaty meat. Head turned, watching the video screen, John could tell himself it was a sleazy looking blonde with pneumatic breasts that was lapping and stroking his cock. It was a red head with heavily freckled titties that was sucking and moaning on the other side of that wall.

So, were John to save up, buy a computer, pay for the Internet hook-up, he would not have his bi-weekly bi-blow job. He would have to drain his balls himself.

“Yeah. Hey, I didn’t buy it,” Jill defended.

Lisa wondered back to the first magazine Jill brought to her trailer. That magazine had been a very thick magazine of three-way and four-way and more-way lesbian action. There was very little variety in the pictorials, just three or more women simulating lesbian action. The stories accompanying the pictures were implausible as well.

But reading through the magazine, neither one of the eighteen year old girls tossed the magazine down in disgust. Both girls continued to flip through, page after page, goggling at the lesbian action.

“Augh, oh my God, that, that has to hurt, it has to,” Lisa had been the first to speak out as they looked at a picture of one woman that had fists invading her vagina and rectum at the same time.

“I, you, would you ever do that?” Jill had asked.

“That? No way!” Lisa had said.

“I, but that other stuff, I mean…” Jill stammered, her acne obscured by her heavy blush.

“I, the other, I mean, I, would you?” Lisa stammered, her own face a bright red.

Jill kissed Lisa, a hard, frantic kiss to Lisa’s lips. At first, Lisa was stunned. She even reached up to push Jill away. Her hand came into contact with Jill’s hard breast.

Opening her mouth, Lisa thrust her tongue into Jill’s mouth. The two girls kissed, Lisa’s hand kneading and tugging on Jill’s hard breasts and rubbery nipples.

Using the magazine as their guide, Lisa and Jill made love with each other. Sixty nine was achieved by Jill straddling Lisa’s head and shoving her face into Lisa’s furry crotch. A thick candle was used in lieu of a dildo; Lisa’s hymen was torn away easily. Jill had ripped her own hymen months earlier, using a large cucumber.

‘Cum Bath’ was picture after picture of girls accepting gigantic quantities of semen onto their faces or breasts or gaping vaginas or upturned buttocks. Jill and Lisa did not discover ‘Cum Bath’ to be erotic or titillating. In truth, both found the pictures and the words oddly dismal.

‘Teen Gang Bang Queens’ had caused Lisa and Jill to compile a list of the three or four boys in their high college class that they would gladly gather together for their own gang bangs. Then, already worked up by the pictures and contrived story lines, Lisa and Jill pleasured one another. In truth, had either Lisa or Jill called Dwayne Williams, or Scotty and Danny Purdt or Emmanuel ‘Manny’ Foster, those young men would have been happy to fulfill Lisa and Jill’s fantasies. William Johnson, however, would have refused, citing some Biblical passage or religious tenant as his excuse.

(But had Dwayne, or Scotty and Danny or Emmanuel asked, William would have been on his knees. He wasn’t spouting Biblical passages or religious beliefs when he entered the adult bookstore in Falwell City on every opportunity and sat in the dark video booth, waiting to hear someone enter the booth next to his booth.) He did not spew biblical quotations as he gave a soft ‘tap tap tap’ on the wall then wormed his fingers through the glory hole in open invitation for his neighbor to jam his cock through the hole.

Leafing slowly through ‘Anal Girlfriends,’ Lisa and Jill looked at each page, looked at pictures of girls using fingers, dildos, vibrators, numerous vegetables, and even tongues on each other’s anuses. The words scattered throughout the magazine informed the girls that these lesbians had grown tired of conventional lesbian sex. They desired to pleasure their girlfriends anally, or to have their own anuses pleasured.

“‘That first time Melanie used her dildo to fuck my ass I knew I was now an ass slut,'” Lisa read aloud.

“I, that, that’s got to, that’s just weird,” Jill announced.

“I, I mean, what’s that feel like?” Lisa thought aloud.

Lisa understood vaginal stimulation, clitoral stimulation. She knew, from reading the stories in John’s pornographic magazines, some girls really liked having a man’s cock in their mouths. Lisa understood that; she certainly enjoyed eating an ice cold fudgesicle on a sunny summer day. And most of the stories accompanying the stories proclaimed that these girls loved the taste of a man’s sweet cream spurting into their throats.

Vut, the idea that an object being inserted into her bowels could be pleasurable? That truly did not make sense. Both Lisa and Jill had assumed most of the girls in John’s other magazines allowed boys to stick their cocks up their asses out of convenience, rather than it being a source of pleasure. In other words, their pussies were otherwise occupied, or perhaps too sore or even too stretched out for vaginal intercourse, so the girls just allowed the boys to fuck their asses. Finally, Lisa closed the magazine.

As at all times, Jill was the instigator of their sex. She leaned over and pressed her lips to Lisa’s lips. Lisa opened her mouth and the two girls sucked on each other’s tongues.

Lisa reached her hand out and gently kneaded Jill’s small breast. Jill moaned into Lisa’s mouth as Lisa’s fingers found Jill’s hard nipples. Jill pulled Lisa’s blouse up and Lisa broke their lip to lip contact so that they could remove their tops. Lisa quickly unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to bobble freely.

Again, they swung into a sixty nine, Jill on top. With practiced ease, Jill and Lisa brought one another to orgasm. Then Jill wiggled forward and used her hands to pry Lisa’s buttocks aside.

“I, hey, wait, what…” Lisa asked, truly shocked as she felt Jill’s hot breath blowing across her sweaty anus.

“Aieegh, ack!” Lisa screamed out as she felt Jill’s tongue lapping at her anus.

To Lisa, that first contact had felt positively electric. Jolts and bursts of lights had exploded in Lisa’s head as she felt Jill’s insistent tongue tickling her anus.

“Ack, Jesus, oh God!” Lisa cried out when Jill wormed a skinny finger into Lisa’s rectum.

Lisa’s senses were on overload as Jill wormed a second then third finger into Lisa’s rectum. Lisa shook and shuddered as Jill fingered her rectum. Lisa tried to concentrate on pleasuring Jill’s anus, but all thoughts were on the naughty, nasty, illicit feelings in her guts as Jill’s fingers pumped in and out.

“Oh! Ack, Jesus, o my God!” Lisa screamed out as Jill’s thumb brushed across Lisa’s clitoris.

Lisa jammed two, then three fingers into Jill’s struggling rectum. Lisa then sucked forcefully on Jill’s clitoris. Jill grunted and bucked underneath Lisa, making unintelligible sounds. Finally, the two girls rolled away from one another and lay on the carpeted floor, gasping for breath.

“I, oh God,” Jill managed to wheeze out.

“Yeah,” Lisa agreed.

Both girls screamed out loud when Lisa’s cell phone suddenly blasted out Lisa’s father’s ringtone. Lisa hurriedly answered the phone.

“Hey, tomorrow morning? You do up that hash brown scramble casserole thing?” Stan asked. “They hired a new shift supervisor and I’m bringing him over for breakfast.”

“Yes sir,” Lisa agreed dutifully.

“Love you, Sweetheart,” Stan said and terminated the call.

Feeling very naughty, and illicit, Lisa and Jill padded nude from Lisa’s bedroom to the kitchen. Lisa checked that she had all the ingredients for her hash brown casserole. While she took inventory, Jill rooted around in the utensil drawer.

“Jill, what are you doing?” Lisa demanded, tiring of hearing the clatter.

“Looking for…” Jill said, then whooped when she found the thick handled spatula.

“Put that back; I never use that,” Lisa said.

“I know,” Jill said, holding up the spatula so that Lisa could see the thick, slightly phallic shaped handle.

“Huh?” Lisa asked.

In answer, Jill slowly, sensuously trailed the tip of the handle along Lisa’s buttock, toward the furrow that separated Lisa’s cheeks. Lisa squealed and brushed the handle away.

“I got enough, Jill, quit! I got enough, yeah there’s enough, Jill quit, enough eggs,” Lisa giggled, brushing at Jill’s insistent hand.

Returning to Lisa’s bedroom, Jill and Lisa kissed a few times. Then Jill positioned Lisa onto her shoulders and knees. Jill slowly lovingly rubbed the handle of the spatula against Lisa’s puffy inner lips. Lisa squealed and shuddered when she felt her girlfriend’s mouth at her anus.

“Mm, augh, Jill, you, you are so nasty,” Lisa murmured as Jill lapped at Lisa’s anus.

“Mm! Augh, oh!” Lisa groaned as Jill slowly forced the spatula’s handle into her rectum.

When Jill had the four inch handle imbedded in Lisa’s upturned bottom, Jill began to finger Lisa’s pussy. Jill alternated between pleasuring Lisa’s pussy and ass. Within moments, Lisa was grunting and gurgling in pleasure.

“Mmng, augh, ack! Oh God,” Lisa cried out in orgasm.

After thoroughly cleaning the spatula’s handle, the girls switched positions. Lisa watched in fascination as Jill’s anus flowered open to accept the thick handle. Watching the obscene, vulgar action had Lisa once again very excited. But as one hand was busy teasing Jill’s pussy and the other hand was busy thrusting the handle in and out of Jill’s bottom, Lisa couldn’t very well rub her own pussy, or finger her own ass. Lisa ground her teeth and concentrated on pleasuring Jill.

Jill was quick to orgasm. Lisa continued working the thick handle in and out while Jill bucked and grunted. After her second orgasm, Jill weakly pushed Lisa’s hands away. Lisa immediately brought her hand down to her overheated pussy and rubbed herself frantically.

“Mmng, ack, augh, yes!” Lisa grunted.

After setting the alarm on her cell phone, Lisa and Jill brushed their teeth and crawled into Lisa’s full sized bed. Lisa smiled; she and Jill could have shared a twin and there would have been plenty of room. They slept right next to one another.

The alarm roused Lisa and she sluggishly pulled on a pair of loose tap pants and matching camisole top. Then, fuzzy slippers on her feet, Lisa made her way to the kitchen and sleepily began grating the two large potatoes, then the green pepper then yellow onion.

After putting the loosely covered dish into the oven, Lisa then began making a smaller French toast casserole. Her last act was to begin the coffee pot; it usually took fifteen to twenty minutes to slowly, laboriously brew a pot of coffee. The coffee pot had been a wedding present from Stan’s sister and was the only thing that still worked. The popcorn maker Aunt Bernadette had given them was dead and long gone. The toaster oven, Debbie, Lisa’s mom had burned it up by forgetting about the toaster pastry she’d put in there. The crock pot probably still worked, but because Stan had broken the lid and didn’t know where to get the replacement lid, it just sat in a cabinet.

“Jerry, I’m telling you, Doug would squeeze his own mother for her last dime,” Lisa heard her father’s voice as the front door opened. “Aw yes sir! Yes sir! Smell that? That, sir, is my daughter’s cooking.”

“Hi Daddy,” Lisa smiled, then froze as she saw Jerry Eisenbach for the first time.

Jerry was a large man of six feet, five inches. His shoulders were broad, his chest a barrel shaped chest, and his arms were gigantic. His waist looked narrow, when compared to the rest of him, and his thighs looked ready to burst his work trousers.

His hair was a thick brown mop and his eyes were deep brown pools. His nose, Lisa guessed his nose had been broken once or twice, but it made him look manly, rugged, and handsome. His smile seemed to be a genuine smile as he looked at Lisa MacManus.

“Lisa, sweetie, this is Jerry Eichenback. Jerry, my daughter, Lisa. She just graduated last year,” Stan did the introductions. “Okay! Yes sir, okay! Coffee’s ready.”

“Hi Mr. MacManus,” Jill simpered, bounding into the room.

“Uh? Perfect timing, huh Jill?” Lisa accused, tearing her eyes away from the handsome guest.

“Of course,” Jill giggled.

“Hey, Stan, I thought you said you had the one daughter,” Jerry smiled at the sight of the small pixie in oversized tee shirt and Daisy Duke Shorts.

“Mm hmm. This is Jill Thompson; she’s a friend of the family,” Stan smiled, reaching for a mug. “Jerry? Want some coffee?”

“Absolutely,” Jerry smiled and watched Lisa’s buttocks flex and strain in her cute sleepwear while Lisa bent to take the hash brown casserole from the oven.

The French toast casserole went into the oven while Lisa and Jill cut and served the hash brown casserole. By the time Jerry finished his second heaping serving of the casserole, the French toast casserole was ready to come out.

Then, Lisa and Jill returned to Lisa’s bedroom, to catch a few more winks. Stan and Jerry chatted over the last two mugs of coffee, then Jerry left and Stan wobbled to his own bedroom.

“Now, you two girls don’t stay up all night, you hear?” Stan MacManus said a few weeks later.

“Yes sir,” Lisa MacManus agreed.

“Yes sir,” Jill Thompson echoed.

“Oh, Sweetheart? Before I forget? I invited Jerry over for some of your buttermilk pancakes tomorrow morning, okay?” Stan wondered to say before closing the door of Lisa’s room.

“Yes sir,” Lisa said dutifully.

When Stan’s truck drove away, both Jill and Lisa squealed. Ever since that breakfast of hash brown casserole and French toast casserole, Lisa could talk of little else. Jill shared Lisa’s excitement and enthusiasm; she too had wondered the man was ruggedly handsome.

“He’s almost as handsome as your dad,” Jill agreed.

The newest magazine was quite the let-down for both girls. Although quite thick, with eighty six pages of large breasted supposedly bisexual girls, there was no actual penetration, no actual ejaculations depicted. Even the words were uninspiring, with various misspellings scattered throughout the text.