Veronica Wilson lay back on the bed in the guest room of the cabin where she had woken up three days earlier. Her body was slowly healing from the beating she had received and she was sure she wouldn't be taking any cocks up her pussy anytime soon. Just sliding her finger into her slit caused her pain. The problem was that she was horny as hell.
She heard Robin Jean out in the other room talking to the cat. She ran her hands over her naked body then sighed. She hadn't been with another woman since college. She remembered that much. The problem was that she had no idea who she was or for that matter where she was. From the snow hitting the window, she figured she was up in the mountains somewhere.
According to what Robin and her husband Henry had told her they found her on the road leading into town. She was unconscious and half naked as well as black and blue. Henry figured somebody had worked her over good.
They had managed to get the doctor up here before the blizzard hit. He said she had two broken ribs but as long as she was careful she should be okay. "No strenuous sex then." She had joked. The doctor had just smiled.
According to her license she was Veronica Wilson. She lived at 42673 Peacock lane. She was 5'3", 125lbs with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Also according to the pictures in her wallet she had two children. A daughter Sarah and a son Michael, who she assumed from the ages on the picture, were probably 18 or 19.
Henry had told her yesterday before he headed out into the blizzard that she had been crying out in her sleep, something about her children being home alone so he was going to go get them and bring them up here.
Veronica had just nodded. She had no idea who these children were. Well maybe seeing them would jog her memory. She hoped.
Veronica sat up gingerly, her taped up ribs still hurting when she moved wrong. She slipped a robe over her naked body then staggered to the bathroom. When she was done she walked into the kitchen. Robin was sitting at the small table drinking a cup of coffee and reading a magazine.
Robin was a little butterball for lack of a better term. She was a couple inches taller then Veronica but chubby. Her blondish gray hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail. Her green eyes scanned the article she was reading.
When she heard Veronica come into the room, she stood up quickly as she clucked around her like a mother hen. "You shouldn't be out of bed dear." She said helping Veronica into a chair. "The doctor said you need rest."
Veronica sighed. "I have been resting. I hate lying in bed. The only good things a bed is for is fucking and sleeping and I've slept enough. I'm horny Robin."
Robin sat back in her chair. "Well even if Henry was here to take care of it, your pussy is in no shape to be fucked right now. I don't know what the men used to rape you but according to the doctor you've got a lot of bruising up there." She took a sip of her coffee.
"Tell me about it." Veronica said moving slightly when she felt a twinge of pain in her pussy. She sighed as the cat jumped into her lap. Ralph was a 12-year-old Siamese that Robin had found as a starving kitten outside her door 12 years ago. She had fed him and he had never left.
Veronica absentmindedly stroked the cat as Ralph settled on her lap. "To bad we don't have a magic wand to turn Ralph into a human." She commented.
Robin just glared at her then went back to her magazine. Veronica sighed again as she rested her head in her hand. She glanced over at Robin as the older woman licked her upper lip to catch some coffee. Suddenly she lifted her head. "You know. My pussy may not be up to a cock but what about a wet tongue?"
Robin looked at her in surprise. "I told you Henry went to go get you're..."
"Not Henry. You." Veronica interrupted.
Robin's look of surprise turned to shock. "Me?"
"Sure, you could eat me out. You could make me cum on your mouth." Her eyes glistened with the thought.
"But...But..." Robin sputtered. "I've never been with another woman."
