Again I thank my wonderful Pixie, for her love and help in editing this chapter.
I also dedicate the story to our good friend Gerri36, who will hopefully relate to it. 😉
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June scrambled from the bed and followed Pixie to the shower.
"How did you get that on your bum?" She giggled.
"Get what?" Pixie sounded puzzled
June whilst horrified at what might have happened, was giggling:
"You have two words written on your cheeks - June's Slut."
Pixie tried to turn round and see, but without a mirror it's impossible to actually see your own bum. So she went to the long mirror in the bedroom and lo and behold, there it was in large black letters.
"June, you have to get this off, I can't go around with this. That man Joe must have done it when I was out cold."
"Are you saying it's untrue? That you are not my slut?"
Pixie blushed most becomingly.
"Well I think it's cute," June laughed, "but given how you got it, okay, come to the shower and I'll scrub it off."
Pixie stood with her back to June as the water cascaded down her back. Taking hold of some soap and a face cloth, June began to rub.
"It's black maker pen, might take some rubbing."
Of course this was music to Pixie's ears, her fetish was having her bum mistreated, so June slapped it a few times, making Pixie moan.
"Stop enjoying this!" June laughed.
"Mmmmm feels so good, take your time," Pixie replied.
It took some harder rubbing before June managed to start making inroads to her task, the letters slowly fading under the soap and cloth.
"You know Pix, I've been thinking, I wonder whether a tramp stamp there might be the thing for my slut?"
June had noticed how aroused Pixie was getting, and her words were carefully targeted. She had no intention of doing it, but she knew that the idea of such a humiliation would send Pixie even closer to the edge.
As Pixie shivered at the idea, June kissed her bum turned her round with her face just at the right position. Tongue protruding, June began to lick up juices from Pixie's inner thighs, working her way upwards and slightly spreading her legs.
"Now my turn to have a little fun," she grinned, looking upwards.
Lapping harder, June began to suck on the small delicate clit that just protruded from its lair. "Mmmmmmmmn," she moaned, making small nibbles with her lips before pulling on it.
Pixie moaned as her hands gripped Junes head pulling into her."
"Oh June, yes. Feels so good."
Darting inside, June worked faster with her tongue, fluids mixed with shower water cascading over her face. With her head buried, June lifted her hands, gripping Pixie's bum; she dug her nails in deep.
Pixie screamed and exploded as her body tensed in orgasmic spasms, squirting and cumming all over Junes face.
"Oh June, we both know who the real slut is here. Now swallow, my darling bitch."
June duly obeyed, as she always did, enjoying every droplet as it slipped down her throat. She looked up and smiled.
"Two sluts from the same stable," she giggled.
Both now totally relaxed, they washed each other before towelling off and getting dressed. Smiles on their faces radiated around the bedroom.
All was quiet across the corridor when they both emerged and went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
Cara was sat at the table looking a little lonely.
"Ella said she had to go and will phone you later Pixie."
Cara had no idea that both Pixie and June had heard what went on across the corridor, until Pixie blurted out:
"I gather you made Ella happy during the night."
Cara was not one to blush but did acknowledge that she and Ella had renewed old times, with a big grin.
"I knew it." thought June, "I was certain they had met before."
"You seem to be out of milk," Cara declared as Pixie walked to the fridge.
"I'll walk to the shop and get some," announced June, picking up her bag and leaving the two of them in the kitchen.
"Back in 20 minutes."
Pixie looked at Cara with an inquisitive look.
"So? Tell all."
Cara rose from her seat and walked toward Pixie looking in her eyes.
"We knew one another from years ago, long before Ella got married. Maybe I should have said, but didn't want to embarrass her. We had some fun, but how do you know? I thought we were very discreet and quiet."
"Quiet?" Pixie laughed, "I think the street will now think this house is a refuge for lesbian gratification."
"Oops" said Cara, walking closer to Pixie.
"Well we could make it a bit more official," she said, taking her hand and gently kissing it. "I think you are so gorgeous; I'd love to spend time with you too darling. Are you as sexy as your sister?"
Pixie had a shiver up her spine, she was very conscious of her physique, and anyone showing the slightest bit of interest in her was extremely flattering for her. She loved June who was her life, but Cara was so forceful. As Cara moved closer to kiss Pixie's lips, she yielded almost instantly and allowed Cara to take control. Opening her lips, she allowed Cara's tongue to invade her mouth.
Running her hands up and down Pixie's back and pulling her in, Cara knew she had broken the ice, her mind was racing, if only she had more time before June got back with the milk, she would be hers.
"Are you going to be my little pet like your big sister?" Cara said as she released her lips from Pixie's.
