Turn Tail

Chapter 11- Kitty Turns Tail

"You two plan on waking up anytime soon?" a male voice asked loudly enough to cut through Katie's sleep. She stirred slowly, recognizing the voice as Andrew's. They managed to drag themselves back to bed after their quiet session in the greenhouse.

"Yew morning people're jest eeeevil," Savvy groaned, flopping over and burying her face into Katie's chest, pulling the sheet over the both of them. "Go'way and pester someone else fer a breakfast fuck."

"Brunch fuck."

"Wha?"

"Brunch fuck. It's almost 11. If you plan to join us, we're eating out by the pool." He started to leave, his footfalls heading towards the door.

"Mimosas?" Savvy croaked, still snuggled firmly against Katie's bare breasts.

"Of course! What uncivilized savage doesn't enjoy a mimosa with Sunday Brunch? Gerald's going to make omelets once he's done in the pool."

"Alraight. Jes give me an'..." Her hand roamed over Katie's body briefly, confirming her identity. "Katie Kitty here time t'git cleaned up. We'll follow along directly."

"Don't sidetrack too much, Savannah," he chuckled on his way out the door. "Otherwise, you're on your own for food. And as delicious as Katherine is, she's hardly enough to keep even YOUR body and soul together."

"Ah dunno 'bout tha," Savvy teased, sliding her fingers up and down Katie's smooth mound. "There's sum pretty Grade-A hunny in this hunny-pot. An' Ah do love me some thighs."

Katie giggled and moaned, trying to pull away and roll out of bed, only to find they somehow drifted to the middle of the large mattress and the edge eluded her. Savvy chased, half-heartedly attempting to pull her back for kisses and nibbles.

"And sweet tit-meat." Groping her soft breasts.

"And finger-sandwiches." Catching her hands and sucking on several fingers.

"And a hawt rump roast!"

Savvy lunged, catching Katie before she completely escaped and playfully bit her meaty-firm butt cheek. Katie yelped, leaping out of range and rubbing the bite mark on her bottom.

"You keep up biting me and you'll eat toe jam" Katie warned her, lifting a foot as if to kick back at her girlfriend. Savvy grinned wickedly. "And NOT 'Camel Toe Jam'!"

"Ewww," rolling from the tangled covers, her face mockingly crestfallen, Savvy bounced her way to the bathroom. Katie followed, still rubbing her bitten bottom while enjoying the tattooed sock-hoppers on Savvy's ass dance the hop.

The shower echoed the feel of the rest of the house- large and open, with room for more at least eight people with a wooden bench along one wall. Water sprayed from multiple points to sprinkle down on them in a luxurious rain. They could stand together in the middle, grinding and making out without pressing up against the cold tiles or steamy glass of the wall. Both of them together could easily enjoy standing sex with a partner or two each with space left over for several spectators cheering from the bench.

The idea gained a lot of attention with Savvy rubbing slick, wet fingers over Katie's smooth mound. Katie grabbed her face, pulling the slightly shorter Southern temptress up into a hard kiss, pushing her tongue through parted lips and making out their barbells clicking and rubbing together. They moaned into each other's mouths, hands roving over wet skin, grasping and groping.

Savvy grabbed at her ass, but Kat kept control, spinning her girlfriend out of the embrace, turning her away, only to pull her back against her own chest so the spray from the ceiling fell directly on Savvy's full, round tits. Both hands shot down, digging into the soft scalding heat between Savvy's legs, rubbing and probing into her pussy.

Sucking in air through clenched teeth, Savvy rose to her tip-toes, pushing her crotch out against Kat's demanding hands. Skillful fingers found her ringed clit while others dug into her slit, sending lusty trembles through her whole body. Kat fingered her savagely, rushing her right to the point of no return.

"Oh shit!" she gasped, her hips exploding in orgasm. Kat didn't stop fingering, making the climax more and more intense. All-in-all, not a bad way to wake up. "Shitshitshit... fuck!"

She opened her eyes when Kat, one arm still wrapped around her hips from behind, pushed her head down toward a dildo suction-cupped to the glass wall. No doubt something Kseniya used on a regular basis, giving Andrew or anyone watching from the outside a show.

"Suck it," Kat commanded. "Make it messy."

Savvy complied, giving the toy the wettest, messiest blowjob she could while Kat held her tight around her hips, spocking both her holes with grinding fingers. Katie Kitty rarely let this feral side out to play and Savvy would not waste the opportunity. Her mouth full of cock and spit, she sucked to the best of her ability, coughing and gagging until she pushed back to cum a leg-buckling orgasm.

"Wha tha FUCK got inta yew hunny?" she gasped, a bridge of spit still hanging between her lip and the sagging rubber tip.

"Andrew," Katie responded, letting Savvy slip out of the way and down to her knees. She adjusted the dildo, scooting it up the wall a bit, then turned back-to and guided it into her body. She pushed back slowly, grunting while letting it fill her until her firm cyclist cheeks pressed flat against the glass wall. Using Savvy's shoulders for balance, she rocked back and forth along its length, her asscheeks making a regular thumping noise against the thick glass.. "I let Andrew fuck me last night."

"Yew let him fuck yew yesterday too, hunny," Savvy responded, mesmerized by the jeweled nipples bouncing and swaying in front of her. Her hands slid up Katie's legs towards the beautiful pussy energetically engulfing the wall-mounted dildo behind her. "Several times. Nothin' special there."

Her hands found Katie's pussy. Katie ground her hips between Savvy's fingers and the dildo.

Katie's empty pussy.

Katie lustily kissed her, then bit her lip meeting Savvy's wide eyes with a primal smile. She started rocking and fucking her ass again.

"He came. I gushed."

"About time you two finished up in there." Jerry expertly flipped an omelet over for another minute of cooking. "I almost went in to throw a bucket of cold water on you to break it up."

"We got busy," Katie responded, wrapping her hair in the towel turban making her appear overdressed even though she wore nothing else. Savvy draped her own towel over a chair, approaching her husband for a morning kiss and to poke over the breakfast possibilities. All three women remained nude, Jerry sported an apron for cooking purposes while Andrew actually appeared out-of-place in his towel wrap and flowery shirt.

"We could hear," he said, accepting the plate from Jerry and adding several slices of various fruits. He too accepted a kiss from Savvy before settling down on a porch lounger with his meal.

"So could the neighbors," Jerry teased, starting in on the next omelet. "OUR neighbors back home."

"Oh hush, yer jes jealous," Savvy replied, reaching under the apron to grope him before sauntering over to take her mid-morning mimosa from Kseniya. Taking the drink, she slid beside the young woman, wrapping an arm possessively around her narrower golden brown hips. "Besides, yew enjoyed this sweet thang all by yer lonesome this mornin' Ah'm sure."

"I'm beginning to like yoga," he affirmed, adding cut peppers, mushrooms and ham to the eggs in the pan.

"Yew jes like flexible women. Thas yer type- 'short, horny an' flexible'." Savvy's hand slipped down and grabbed Kseniya's tan bottom. "With sexy lil' booties."

"She's not wrong," Andrew observed, raising his glass in a toast. Jerry lifted his own glass in agreement.

"An' yew!" Savvy turned her attention to their host, one hand on her more well-rounded hip in a tight little fist. "Ain't yew a bit overdressed for THIS crowd? Yew goin' ta church or somethin'?"

"Ah, that," he responded, setting his glass and plate aside carefully. In spite of his tan and overall good health, her patron sagged and appeared worn. "A bit hypocritical I know, but since my surgery, the sight of my scar makes me extremely uncomfortable."

He held up a hand, forestalling any questions or sympathy.

"It's dumb even to my ears. My whole life, even before I became 'insta-rich', I told people to be proud of who they are and to not be ashamed of their bodies. Body Positive before it turned cool and all." He shrugged, taking a slice of melon from the plate and biting it in half. "But something about the scar keeps me on edge, making me terribly self-conscious and anxious, so I avoid it by keeping my shirt on. Anxiety is not a good look on me and makes my chest hurt."

"Sounds like a form of body dysmorphia. I experienced something similar," Kate nodded her appreciation, gently caressing her bare belly right below the little footprint charm hanging from her navel. She sat down next to Andrew, who made room for her on the lounger. "After my accident, I couldn't stand my body either. And I cried. A lot. My therapist told me it's not uncommon to experience depression after surgery and I always thought he meant my type, but it does stand to reason any type of invasive medical procedure might affect you. You no longer consider yourself 'complete'."

"Pretty much, yes." He agreed with a nod, offering a comforting hand and tapping his chest with the other. "I automatically go to this scar and... it's not 'me'. I'm constantly reminded of the heart attack and my own mortality. You went to a councilor?"

"Yes. Well, a physical therapist, but we talked a lot about how I should work on emotional recovery, not only striving for 'physically back in shape'. He helped a great deal but advised me to go see a real therapist. Insurance kept that from happening. Pity Stuart's probably gay. I would've been all over him."

"Well then, I guess I'll need to find one once I'm settled in then." Andrew took up his plate once more and cut a huge bite of his omelet. The others paused, but only Kseniya smiled brightly, nibbling on a strawberry.

"Wait... wha do yew mean 'settled in'?" Savvy set down her drink, squinting at her patron. Jerry, familiar with her tone and about to hand her a food-covered plate, set it aside instead. "Seems ta me yer already pretty well 'settled' here."

"We did sidetrack pretty quickly yesterday so I didn't tell you- I'm retiring. After a fashion." Andrew smiled, then sipped his drink. "While I recovered from my bypass, my family back East sent word my little sister (She's actually taller than me by a few inches but 'older brother, little sister' you know?) suffered a minor stroke. Since losing her husband about two years ago, she's alone. Her kids, my niece and two nephews, take care of her when she needs help, but they deserve to lead their own lives and take care of their own kids. So, since I'm slowing down a bit anyway, it's time to hang up the hedonistic lifestyle, head back East, take care of her and reconnect with family."

"Wow," Jerry finally broke the stillness of the group, scrambling to save the eggs he cooked. "Dropping another bomb just like that huh? When do you leave?"

"Not for a couple of months at least. I hired a real estate agent to find a nice 3 bedroom for me in Vermont, then I need to arrange to sell this place, figure out what I'm taking with me and what I need to sell off. Plus, a few models and photographers already scheduled photoshoots before I made the choice and I'm going to still let them use the place before I go."

"Porn?" Katie asked, carefully studying the pool and minimal backyard. Suddenly some of it did appear a bit familiar.

"Of course. It's a great private location with ample natural light. Plus I charge a photographer a few hundred bucks and a new pretty girl struts about my living room or pool with her tits out. Remy LaCroix shot one of her hula hoop videos around the pool two months ago. Stunning. Impressive girl. Frankly, I'm surprised it's not something Savannah here has picked up doing. Hula hooping that is. I'm sure I would have heard about it if you three were spending time with Ms LaCroix. Sadly, Kseniya had flown home to visit her folks, while I had other engagements and neither of us could be here to watch or participate. I'm old, not dead."

"Yer not THAT old," Savvy protested, waving away the notion of his impending retirement. Andrew playing some sort of silly game again. "What're yew? Sixty at best?"

"Why thank you for the pretty lie, Savannah," he chuckled. "But I turn seventy-five come September."

Kseniya let out a long falling whistle followed by a soft 'boom' and a hand motion imitating an explosion. Everyone stared through her, trying to wrap their heads around all this new information.

"Well fuck me," Savvy whispered, slowly turning back to him. "Ah guess the notion 'older men make better lovers' isn't total bullshit after all."

"Seems not," Katie agreed, earning her a warm smile and a piece of cantaloupe from Andrew. She caught his index finger in her teeth and started licking the tip when it clicked.

"Whaf do yew wan frr this plase?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" She let go of his finger and spat the melon out into her palm.

"The house. What do you plan on asking for it?"

"You're interested in this place?" he asked, glancing at Savvy and Jerry questioningly.

"Hell yeah," Jerry agreed, nodding vigorously. "This place is awesome. Plenty of room for the three of us, plus host our special parties without pissing off the neighbors."

"Pretty sure we c'n piss the neighbors off iffin we really try," Savvy countered, gazing around the pool area and flashing back to all the time she spent here in years past. She'd never considered coming back to stay but the idea appealed to her now.

"Market value's somewhere in the neighborhood of seven-fifty given the location and square footage. Maybe more. Not more than one-point-three I would guess. I haven't booked an appraisal yet because I should repaint and tone down some of the other special features first."

"Special features?" Katie asked, flushing a pretty red with a particular tingle between her legs, her imagination suddenly running a little wild. After all the living room alone is a little... much for 'straights', let alone the pool area or the main bedroom with it's sex swing, stripper pole and fuck-a-dozen bed. And there's another platform with a pole right over there on the other side of the pool. And another over there.

"Ah yes, you didn't take a tour, did you?" Andrew patted her thigh. "Everyone eat up and then we'll take a wander around."

They finished breakfast, chatting amicably about the housing market and taxes while they ate and helped clean up. Drinks in hand, Andrew took them on a tour, mostly for Katie's sake.

Coming in from the salt water pool and assorted quiet grottos spaced around it, he showed them the large open kitchen with all modern appliances (Katie smiled to herself, recognizing she ironically wandered through another kitchen naked. Kitty the Kitchen Exhibitionist strikes again!) and adjacent informal dining room. Next, a larger, more formal dining room with a large table and several chairs opening out to the living room through large wooden doors on one side. Savvy pointed out the sunken section of floor under the table and the special design of the chairs so someone under the table could easily orally service male or female guests during dinner.

"Where did you get that idea?" Katie asked, not only her mouth watering at the prospect of servicing guests under the table at a fancy dinner or receiving said servicing.

"Tokyo. I stopped there on business and the men I dealt with invited me to go to a bathhouse. Usual stuff- talking pleasantly while avoiding the topic of business while naked women bathed us, then robes and dinner off a serving girl covered in sushi lying on the table we sat around. Nigerian college student as I recall- gorgeous deep dark brown skin and a such a gorgeous contrast to the bright colors of the fish lain out on her skin and the orchid covering her mons. While we ate our meal, Japanese women under the table sucked each one of us off. These guys made a regular game of it by paying attention to each others' reactions and making fun of someone when they came. I scored major points by outlasting them by a good ten minutes. The poor girl wasn't too happy with me though. A twenty minute blowjob on a cock twice the size of ones you normally service does a number on your jaw. Or so I'm told."

"Straight up truth. Ah remember tha' time yew invited the Clippers over and a bunch of us gals had a contest t'see who could git the most of'em off 'fore dessert. Those boys're HUNG and came buckets! Strawberry won of course. Tha' girl makes me look a virgin when it comes ta suckin' cock."

"I wouldn't mind judging that contest," Jerry joked. "On a strictly scientific basis, of course."

"Of course," Andrew agreed, nodding sagely. "I spoke with the woman who ran the house and asked the girl to visit me in my hotel for a significant fee. I spent more time between her legs than she did mine to make up for the sore jaw. I've kept in contact with her. She now runs a small group of cat-girl cafes in and around Sapporo."

"You travel a lot?" Katie asked.

"I used to travel internationally all the time, but after my heart attack, I really slowed right down. I started that trip in Thailand because I heard rumors that one of the men I was in business with at the time made regular 'safaris' (His term, not mine.) to savor certain establishments that offer things that are considered illegal pretty much everywhere else. I got the information I needed and severed ties with his company immediately, outed him and sicced the Feds on him. I might be something of a libertine, but I have lines that I don't cross and expect the same of the people I deal with. That's when I started putting licensed investigators to work." He paused, rapping his knuckles on the tabletop, obviously thinking hard. "Anyway, I went from there to the opening of the 'Love Land' park on Jeju Island in South Korea."

"That's that place with all the porn statues, right?" Jerry asked. "Kinda wanna go see that myself. Finally get a stamp in my passport that isn't Mexico."

"A bit of interesting history behind WHY they have the statues and generally comedic interactive exhibits, but yes. It is, in part, where I got the inspiration for my home here."

"Tha' an' lait night 'Skin-e-max' tittie-porno movie sets," Savvy giggled, nudging Katie with her elbow.

They'd already visited the living room with its plush leather sofas and loveseats, and the carefully hidden tie-down points on most corners and strong points. Katie found herself having a hard time NOT imagining herself bound to anything in the room, spread open or bent over for use by anyone they chose to share her with. Savvy pointed out places where she would like to add webcameras to make the most of the space and what could and would happen within.

The floor to ceiling windows commanded the driveway, street and hill below, but tinted in such a way no one could look in, even at night and the room fully lit, unless they stood in exactly the right spot in mid-air depending on where the sun hit. Though the sun shone through and warmed them, Andrew reassured Katie the people she spotted in the backyards and driveways down the street could not enjoy how she stood above them completely exposed.

"Ah c'n tell yew fer sure and fer certain tha' gettin' screwed against tha' glass while watchin' someone wash their car down the street an' knowin' they'd jest lose their minds iffen they'd knew... super hawt." Savvy smiled wistfully, pressing her soft, round breasts against the sun-warmed glass, offering herself to a couple riding by on mountain bikes with sleek labrador running alongside them. Katie wondered briefly if Savvy judged their asses the way she once judged her own.