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The Harem on the Hill (Part LXIX)
🕑 Added 2022-07-27 17:56:32 +0000 UTC
After saying goodbye to Tony Richardson with a handshake and a check, you enter your house to find Tina making a pot of coffee in the kitchen. You give her a hug. Her girth keeps your hands from touching, but their search for one another against her spongy back is pleasant.
“How was your time in the slammer?”
"The food was terrible and they didn’t allow conjugal visits.” Tina puckers, but can’t reach your mouth. Apparently, her tip-toe days are done.
You stoop and give her a smooch. Her lips are as plump and soft as the rest of her. “Good thing you were only there two days.”
Tina arches her eyebrows. “Two days longer than I expected.”
“Sorry,” you say, releasing your corpulent concubine. “I needed legal advice.”
Tina sneezes violently. “And a cat, apparently.” She gestures towards Bernadette, who sits at the kitchen’s center island cuddling the fluffy feline. “Don’t tell me Mr. Whiskers—“
“Wiggles!” Bernadette retorts.
“WIGGLES is going to be a permanent fixture around here?”
“I’m afraid he is. I made a promise to Bernadette.”
Bernadette sticks her tongue out at Tina.
“Don’t worry though. He’ll stay in her chamber.”
“He’d better.” Tina cozies in for another kiss. “Speaking of which, isn’t it time to put the book bitch back on the shelf?”
“Don’t call me that,” Bernadette whines. “You should be nice. I helped get you out of jail.”
“Sorry,” Tina frowns. “I didn’t mean book bitch. I meant lardy librarian.”
“You’re one to talk.” Bernadette smiles and strokes the cat in her lap like a Bond villain. “You’re so fat I didn’t even recognize you."
Tina forgets about kissing you. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“There was a girl named Tina who used to visit our library. She was always loitering in the periodicals. Was that you?”
“Careful,” Tina says.
“I wouldn’t have known your name except I looked it up while I was trying to figure out who was doing all the vandalizing.”
“Vandalizing?” You chime in. “What sort of vandalizing?”
“Somebody had a nasty habit of ripping articles out of our newspapers and magazines.”
“What were the articles about?” You ask.
“You.”
“Fucking bitch!” Tina lunges at Bernadette and knocks her off the barstool. As the girls fall to the floor, Mr. Wiggles races past you into the hall.
Orgasmic moans erupt like a volcano on the other side of the island. You move to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup. Delicious. Tina hasn’t lost her touch.
“Help!”
Strolling the island’s perimeter, you find your whales beached at its base. Bernadette sits astride Tina, with her ass wedged between the humps of Tina’s breasts and belly. It looks like she’s riding a camel.
Tina tries to wiggle free, but can’t. Her arms are pinned to the floor by Bernadette’s knees and, though she kicks her legs, it simply sloshes Bernadette like waves on a waterbed.
Tina’s desperate eyes meet yours. “Help me!”
What do you do?
Comments
WankA12
It shouldn't be too hard. Perhaps we could stuff them until they cannot move temporarily. I also want to learn about Tina's history. She has apparently been obsessed with us for some time. ;)
