The door opened with the barely perceptible whisper of well-oiled hinges, but it was still loud enough to rouse Mandy from the restless doze that passed for slumber for her lately. It was funny--out here away from the city, with all the sounds of traffic gone and plenty of hard work and exercise to wear her out at the end of a long day, Mandy had assumed she would simply fall into the deepest sleep she'd ever known. But instead she found herself waking at the slightest sound... especially when she knew exactly what that sound meant. Without any actual intention on her part, she found her legs squirming apart on top of the bedspread.
Not that she'd been anticipating this or anything. Honestly, she'd completely put it out of her mind all day, just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. Somehow when Mandy was helping out on her friend's family farm, baling hay and brushing horses and all the other endless chores that seemed to be necessary to keep everything running smoothly, she never even thought about the tiny whispering creak of the door sometime after midnight and the soft, padding footsteps that crossed the plush carpet of the guest room to Mandy's bed. She just always had... other things on her mind.
But in the middle of the night, when the sultry summer heat filled the room and Mandy woke up to discover that she'd wriggled out of her thin nightshirt and white cotton panties to like naked on top of the covers again, the pretty blonde college student found herself intensely preoccupied with the sound of the mattress springs ever so gently creaking under the weight of an extra person on the bed. Her thoughts drifted to a drowsy anticipation for something she couldn't quite stir her muzzy brain into focusing on, even after a whole month of staying at Kellie's for summer break, and her hips inched their way a little higher and a little higher even though she couldn't consciously remember the reason why.
Then Mandy felt the thick silicone shaft of the strap-on sliding into her wet pussy, and her breath gave the tiniest hitch as she struggled to control the surge of pleasure she felt at being penetrated by Sharon's ecstatically hard cock.
Keeping quiet was important, Mandy knew that. Her room was right across the hallway from Kellie's, and only a few doors down from the bedroom Kellie's mom shared with Mister McNally. He was a heavy sleeper, sure, especially in the middle of summer when he worked hard all day and eased the pain in his sore muscles with a little of the pot they grew on a small patch behind the barn where no one could see. But if Mandy started really grunting and groaning there was no way at least one of them wouldn't hear, and she... she knew they wouldn't understand. Not like she did once Sharon explained it all to her.
Which was why it was so unfortunate that Sharon always fucked her with such vigorous intensity. Mandy buried her face in the pillow to stifle her hoarse and desperate gasps as the fake cock plowed her cunt with the kind of force that only a well-muscled farm mother could muster. Even then, she could hear the sound of the creaking bedsprings and the gentle smack, smack, smack of Sharon's hips against her ass providing quiet evidence of their tryst for anyone who was awake to notice it. Thank goodness the door was closed, or they'd be bound to wake up the entire household.
And Kellie could never know about any of this. Mandy learned that almost on her very first day, as she drowsed in the stultifying heat of the farmhouse kitchen and stared vacantly at the pretty wind chimes hanging from the back porch while she got to know Kellie's mom a little better. Mister McNally might not mind so much, he'd just be a bit sulky that he wasn't allowed to join in, but Kellie... Kellie would never understand. She didn't get that a woman just had urges sometimes, urges that only youth and beauty could satisfy, and she definitely didn't know that her mother was bisexual. Mandy didn't either--she hadn't even known she was bisexual, let alone that her best friend's mother was too--but she was learning a lot about herself this summer.
Like how much noise she made in the bedroom, for example, Mandy shoved the corner of the pillow into her mouth until it was practically full, her breath escaping in a high, keening whimper that the impromptu gag thankfully muffled into a hoarse whistle. She could feel her cunt clenching hard around the massive shaft penetrating her, muscles gripping tightly as her mind exploded in orgasm. Sharon's strap-on felt even better than the older woman's fingers, even though Mandy's mind was a little too fuzzy to remember exactly how she knew the difference.
She'd been fuzzy like that a lot this summer, Mandy sluggishly realized. Like an awful lot. There was always so much to do on the farm, and it was such a big place that everyone was always spread out all over, and Mandy got so busy with chores sometimes that she simply zoned out and stopped really thinking about anything except for the mechanical rhythms of manual labor. And inevitably when she was by herself and her mind was all... all soft and distant and full of cotton candy the way Sharon described it sometimes, she went and found the older woman. Sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for a long languid stretch of the afternoon that seemed almost timeless as Sharon shucked Mandy's shorts down to her knees and played with her sopping pussy, but she couldn't help being drawn to her. It was so weird.
It was even weirder that she remembered this every night. And then she forgot again so completely that she forgot she'd even remembered it to begin with.
Sharon was doing a little huffing and puffing herself now, her breath labored as she approached a climax of her own, and the sound of those tiny sub-vocal grunts made Mandy grind back against every powerful thrust. She knew there was a secondary prong on the other end of the strap-on--she remembered it from one afternoon when Kellie and her dad drove to town to pick up some supplies and Mandy and Sharon spent a few hours keeping each other company, even if she didn't always remember that she remembered--and it made her brain light up with warm, docile satisfaction at the notion of making the older woman cum just as hard as Mandy was right now.
