Big Love Aftermath Ch 05 07

Chapter 5

Heather and Sarah were back in the middle of their favorite act: rimming each other. For Heather, Sarah's ass was the most delicious treat of all. It was so sweet, so juicy, so sleek, so smooth, it was a wonderful thing to behold, let alone to eat. For Sarah, well, the feeling was mutual, no doubt of that. Sure, they loved the taste of pussy, but they were hooked on the flavors of each other's bottom.

"Oh, damn, Heather, can you leave my ass alone for a hot minute?" Sarah exclaimed as she came yet again from her lover's tongue back there.

"Why on Earth would I do that?" Heather teased her girlfriend now.

"So I can eat yours instead!" Sarah laughed, making Heather blush.

"Oh, don't worry, babe... we'll both have plenty of chances to lick each other's butts... and twats, over the years. We're going to get married and stay together for life, right? Grow old together, too! Though I can't promise that I'll be as tasty when I'm an old dyke as when I'm younger!" Heather replied playfully as she reassured Sarah with a deep tongue kiss.

Just then, alas, the doorbell rang. Heather rushed to get the door, as this was her place, even more so now that Ben had walked out since the discovery of the affair. Of all people that she expected to see, Ana Markovic? What the hell did Bill's very temporary fourth wife have to do with all of this? Heather knew very little about the Serbian waitress beyond what Sarah had told her, but she knew that Ana had given birth to Bill's youngest daughter, Nadja.

"Ana, what in the world are you doing here?" Heather wondered, just as Sarah walked to the door and saw her former stepmother.

"Ana? What's going on?" Sarah asked her more directly.

"I'm here for Ben. To collect his things for him. It's only right that he get to keep more stuff than he left with the other day. Poor guy left in a bit of a huff with little more than the clothes on his back. I had to put him in some of Goran's old clothes and they're not too fitting, I'm afraid.

"Don't worry about your sister, by the way. Ben's watching her for me right now. I had a friend look out for her for a couple of days, of course. That wasn't easy, but necessary. Her brother needed a little healing," Ana spelled it out rather abruptly, without context, in a way that clearly gave more questions than answers.

"Wait, is Ben staying with you, then? Why? How? We haven't seen you since that whole business of Goran's deportation! Wait, are you and Ben... doing some kind of rebound fling or whatever? He's your stepson... or he was! He's the elder brother of your own daughter!" Sarah acted very shocked and indignant.

"Since when do you care? You haven't even tried to meet Nadja since she was born! She's your baby sister, but since her mother is your father's Eurotrash ex-wife, what is she to you, the legitimate daughter of his first and legal wife! As for Ben, he's no longer yours, thanks to your little girlfriend here, so mind your own business! But, yes, since you asked, I'm helping him heal. Sexual healing, as Marvin Gaye used to call it," Ana told Sarah rather sharply.

Her eyes grew very fierce, very protective, even, of Ben, much to Sarah's and Heather's surprise. The way that she glared at them was very disconcerting, in fact. It was plain that she was bothered less by their sexual orientation, being enough of a worldly woman to understand that part, than by their betrayal of Ben. Scott, too, of course, but she didn't know Scott well at all. She knew Ben at least a little from the past... and now far more intimately than that.

"Yes, yes, I get it! I was an evil cheating slut that betrayed Ben and he's a free man now! And Sarah's an evil homewrecking bitch who hurt her own brother with her wicked desires. But you took full advantage of his pain to get some dick, didn't you? Wasn't getting knocked up by Bill enough for you?

"You even tried to get Margene to sleep with Goran for a time. And now you're humping my husband to 'console' him! What a load of shit! Well, get his things if you wish! I'm sorry that I hurt Ben, but if you hurt him as you hurt Bill, well, that would make you a real hypocrite, wouldn't it?" Heather's own guilt, shame, and worry showed in her face as well as her annoyance with Ana for sitting in judgment of her.

"Oh, so it's okay to be self-righteous toward others, but let someone judge you, well, that just won't do, will it?" Ana taunted Heather as she indeed collected anything that Ben had listed for her.

"You don't get it, do you, Ana? Yes, we hurt Ben... and Scott, my husband, but we are trying to make this right as best we can. One way to do so is to stop others from hurting them, too. Sadly, with them in so much pain, it's far too easy for others to deceive and manipulate them. I made a lot of mistakes due to living a lie, fooling myself, just as Heather did, but we're trying to own those errors and move forward. To 'step into the light,' as Dad used to say," Sarah declared.

"So you say. We'll see if you really wish to make amends. I hear a lot of talk and precious little action," Ana asserted for her part.

"Well, if it helps, give Ben this message for me... I don't know if he can ever forgive me, but if he ever wants to try, his sister is waiting for him. I haven't been the sister I could have been for him, but I want to try to do better by him. I'm terribly sorry that I hurt him. Both of us are. I'm very sorry that I hurt Scott, too, especially after making such a big deal about other girls in the past. But I want to try. Please give me a chance to try," Sarah choked back tears as she realized just how badly she had hurt both her husband and her brother.

How desperate must Ben have become, how lonely, how sad, that he turned for solace to the arms of a woman who had left their father? That was her doing... hers and Heather's, and they must somehow make it right. They would never regret their love for each other or their new romance, but they had to make peace and rebuild the broken trust between them and their families.

That reminded Heather of how her parents must be handling this. Probably no more than Barb Henrickson was, of course. It had to really bite them that their daughter was now openly gay and living with her girlfriend, none other than the daughter of the man that she had snitched on to her father. Yeah, that was a confrontation that Heather really dreaded, to put it mildly. Not to mention the one between them and Barb.

Excommunication was likely, too, but Heather had tried to make her peace with that, just as Sarah had. She was willing now to spend eternity in outer darkness just to be with the woman that she loved for the rest of her days. That was a trade-off that she was ready, willing, and able to make for the sake of true love. It stung that her Heavenly Father could no more accept her way of life than her earthly parents could, but so be it. She would take her lumps and deal with it.

As for Sarah, she was far less worried about Mormon theology these days, having gone so far outside of that scope since her father embraced polygamy that it was light years behind her. What bothered her was the rift in their families and especially with her own brother, as well as the fallout from the end of her marriage to Scott. Little Bill would really suffer because his Mommy realized too late that she only wanted a woman, not a man like Daddy. Well, at least he was too young to remember how it was before the divorce.

Seeing this new interloper, Ben's rather mature and seductive new girlfriend or love interest, none other than her former stepmother Ana Markovic, well, that really stuck in her craw a bit. What would this woman do to her brother, finish the job of breaking his heart and crushing his spirit? Sarah would much rather Ben went back to Brynn, who was at least less given to possible ulterior motives and was just a cock-hungry slut. She was far more predictable and less cunning than Ana.

"Well, that's it, then? You're done collecting Ben's stuff?" Heather demanded of Ana.

"Yes, I'm done. And a word of advice. Neither of you try to talk to him yet. He's far too raw for that. Give him a little time to heal before pouring salt into his wounds. I would do the same with Scott, too. You might not understand men but I do. They don't want to hear from those who betray them at first.

"They need more than just a little pep talk to get over such pain and suffering. They need to find a useful way to vent their spleen, an outlet for their passions, a distraction. You're the opposite of that. You're fresh reminders of their agony, just making it worse if you try to reach them yet," Ana warned them as a parting shot.

"Damn, I can't believe it... but she's falling for him!" Sarah declared in shock.

"You think so? That fast? How's that possible?" Heather reacted to this news.

"You didn't see how quickly she fell for Dad. That woman goes in heart first, I believe. Headlong and not thinking of the consequences until much later. My brother's just a chip off the old block, too. I thought that he might go for Brynn or back into polygamy, but no, he had to fall for his father's ex-wife! But she is charming when you first get to know her. That accent and eagerness to please. You could tell that she gets a lot of tips, too," Sarah squirmed at the thought of a foreign tramp like Ana getting her hooks on Ben.

That was her brother, damn it! Bad enough that Heather and she had hurt him. What if Ana just broke his heart all over again? Would he ever get over that? She would never forgive herself or Ana for that.

Chapter 6

Scott Quittman awoke in a location that he didn't recognize. Where the hell was he? How long had he been out? What the hell was going on, anyway? Scott tried to sit up and check the clock or something. He also had a full bladder, which he had to relieve soon. Scott chafed as he discovered his restraints. He was strapped to some kind of bed somehow. He began screaming in panic and desperation. His glasses were gone, too, making his vision rather blurry as well.

"Ah, you're awake now. Good! You need to piss? Good. Allow me!" a distinctly female voice spoke to Scott.

Still somewhat blind, Scott felt a mouth engulfing his cock, even as soft, ladylike hands caressed his genitals. He panicked even more, unable to stop himself from pissing down the mystery woman's gullet. She drank every drop of his piss, much to his pure, unmitigated shock. Why would anyone drink his piss? What could motivate this stranger?

Scott struggled against his bonds once again, even as the stranger mounted his cock and began bouncing up and down on it with her tight, slick pussy. It felt incredible, that warm, juicy twat, surrounding his prick with its smooth, slippery walls. It was a very comforting, delightful experience that, for a moment, overcame his panic and his humiliation at being held against his will. The more she bucked her hips, the more she drove him wild with her enthusiastic movements.

Scott could smell and feel the stranger's arousal, naturally, which only added to his own excitement in spite of his anxiety and fear. When she tightened up on him, he couldn't hold out much longer, of course. As the unknown woman screamed and creamed herself, Scott lost all self-control and spilled his seed. He couldn't believe what he did, either, realizing in his post-nut clarity what he just did. What if he impregnated this woman, and if so, was this her plan? What would this mean for everyone?

Scott sighed as he waited for the woman's reaction to their coupling. She quickly rushed out of the room and he heard water running in a faucet. Having no choice but to wait, he listened as his captor brushed her teeth and gargled mouthwash to erase all traces of his piss. That was a relief to know, especially in case she kissed him on the lips. He didn't want to smell or taste piss, his or anyone else's.

Sure enough, she put his glasses back on his face, and then planted kisses on his mouth. He looked up and saw the face of a young woman with short, blonde curls and a somewhat pinkish complexion. Her eyes were wide open and full of sincerity as well as desire. What was her intent?

"Oh, hello. My name is Brynn. I... I worked at the hospital where you were admitted. I took you out and I'll need you to sign these discharge papers that I've backdated, in order to keep it legal. I also used to date your brother-in-law, Ben Henrickson. I saw that bitch, Rhonda, trying to get her hands on you. I couldn't let that happen. She would be nothing but trouble for you," the young lady informed Scott.

"So... why aren't you making moves on Ben, then? He's a free agent now. Why me?" Scott now asked Brynn.

Brynn blushed and told him, "Ben and I are through. I know that. He knows that. It wouldn't work for one simple reason. Despite caving to the pressures of his family and dropping polygamy to marry Heather, I believe that Ben is a polygamist at heart. Deep down. His mother was pretty desperate to avoid it, probably because she feared for his soul. On some level, she must guess what I finally understood. Ben is... just cut out for polygamy. It's his destiny, just like his father."

"And that's a dealbreaker for you, but drinking my piss ain't?" Scott coughed as he probed a bit.

Brynn blushed again, but shrugged as well, "I wanted to try it at least once. It's not too bad, but I wouldn't rush out to do it again. As for sharing, well, I'm sort of open to... something, but not another wife. I'd want to be the main squeeze, the primary partner. What I mean is... casual fun is one thing, but I'm not gonna share my kitchen, my house. That kind of thing. I can't promise what for sure I'd accept, but probably something like swinging or swapping, but not plural marriage. Certainly the religious type with a patriarchal Prophet and patriarchal hubby. You feel me? I'm a kinky bitch... but I'm not gonna do that."

"So, a bit like Meatloaf," Scott teased her.

"Like Meatloaf? I don't follow you," Brynn frowned.

"You'll do anything for love, but you won't do that," Scott joked, "will you at least untie me, anyway?"

"Not yet, honey," Brynn shook her finger at him, "I'm fertile as fuck right now and want to have your baby. A half-sibling to your other one by Sarah. Bill, right? Bill Junior or the 2nd or whatever. Besides, I'm kinky, as I said. I dig bondage and I suspect that I'm either a switch or a Domme. Not a pure sub, at any rate. My medical industry experience has opened my eyes and my mind a bit. I will, however, drink your piss while you're tied up. It's the least that I could do, everything considered. Just don't expect it after that."

"What else do you... 'dig,' as you put it?" Scott wondered, even as Brynn surprised him by putting Crisco on his dick... and then her own butt.

"Anal," Brynn told him as she lowered her ass down on his cock and let him impale her with his rod.

She went reverse-cowgirl this time, letting Scott see how his prick looked as it moved in and out of her bottom and she eagerly bucked her hips for him. It really felt so intense that Scott wondered if he was about to explode inside her delectable bum and shoot his load deep into her colon. It was some seriously intense sex between them, making Scott wonder why this so excited and stimulated this gorgeous young woman. His rod was a bit sore, but he managed to keep sodomizing her without going limp. She had a fantastic tush, though, so he soon had trying not busting his nut right then and there. When he yielded at last and shot his wad inside her amazing rump, driven by her hip movements and the sight of her amazing glutes, it was far too late now.

Despite taking it up the booty, Brynn had just made Scott her bitch. Both of them knew it, too. She would wear the pants in their relationship, even if they played some games that suggested otherwise at times. She had claimed him... and even Scott had to admit that it was nice to give up control now and then. That was even true when she sat on his face and invited him to clean up his mess. What a woman!

The only question was... would he ever get to be in charge of a woman again?

"Sure, why not? By the way, I wasn't totally honest about something. I do miss Ben and I want to be his lover or girlfriend or mistress or whatever. Just not his wife. So, this is my proposal. It sounds wild and wanton and crazy. Certainly not anything that I would have ever suggested in the past. I want to... marry you... and have an affair with Ben. With your... consent. You get that this would be a serious, long-term deal, too.

"I know, I know, this sounds like another way to burn you, but hold on. You can have lovers on the side, even Rhonda, if you wish. You could even dominate them if you wish. But we would have a kind of stag/vixen or hotwife kind of marriage. Again, you could play the field, too. I also want to get Ben's attention and make him jealous, at least a little, even as he marries that Serbian slut of his.

"Yeah, Ben's gonna marry his father's ex-wife, fourth wife, Ana Markovic. Who is also the mother of his half-sister, Nadja. He's gonna be stepfather to his own baby sister! At least you can't say that he's afraid to commit. He goes in with guns blazing!" Brynn now intimated to Scott.

"I'm guessing that it's no temple marriage there. Same with us, I suppose. Is Ben gonna be your only lover outside of marriage? I just have to know. About protection and such. I just need to know," Scott inquired now, truly curious.

"For now, babe. Maybe not if or when he tires of me, but for now at least. I can't promise to use protection with him, but if I take on anyone new, I will, I swear. At least I'm honest enough to admit that I'll stray and I won't judge you for that, either. Come on, it's an offer you can't refuse!" Brynn teased him, even as she finally untied him... and then took his cock from ass-to-mouth.

Yeah, Scott, thought. She's a tramp, but an honest one. Better that than a repressed closet case who judges other people for being themselves and then steps out behind my back with another woman, her best friend. It sounds like Ben figured out the same concept for himself, too. Good for him! Now, who else could I fuck again? One or two of my old flames?

All of that still beats a clandestine affair between two prudish hypocrites behind their husbands' back. So be it. At least I'm free of Sarah's drawbacks, even if I still miss her. Such is life, right?

Chapter 7

It still felt weird to Scott Quittman that he was busy humping Donna, Sarah's old friend, even as he knew that Brynn was in bed with Ben. That was her ex-boyfriend and Sarah's brother, who was also involved with Ana, Sarah's former stepmother. It was one bizarre situation after another, and he wasn't quite sure why these things seemed to be happening so much of late. In any case, Donna was the aggressor, but given the nature of his relationship with Brynn, he wasn't about to resist her. Scott sometimes wondered if he was just too easygoing with ladies in general, but for now, it worked out for him... for now.

"Yes, yes, from behind, just the way I like it... fuck, yes... take me... take me good and hard!" Donna smiled as she welcomed Scott, bareback, no less, inside her.

Donna had dropped her birth control, too, and she wasn't about to give up until Scott bred her, making her baby and little Bill Quittman, Sarah's son, half-siblings. She knew about Scott's new "hotwife/soft cuck" arrangement with Brynn, and privately thought that it wouldn't last because Brynn still held too hot of a torch for Ben. Even so, it was very convenient for her right then and there, given that it made Scott's ego a bit more fragile and thus in considerable need for stroking. Judging from his thick, pulsing rod inside her, it wasn't just that, either. His cock absolutely needed the attention from another woman.