6teen Fan Fiction ❯ Another Lemon in The Lemon ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AladdinAbu 
"JEN, NO!" Cait cried out, alarmed. "What the- why would you do it AGAIN?!"
Non Anime: 6teen Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 443 | Status: Completed
"JEN, NO!" Cait cried out, alarmed. "What the- why would you do it AGAIN?!"
Non Anime: 6teen Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 443 | Status: Completed
~Another Lemon in the Lemon~
(or, You Scratch My Back, I'll Scratch Your...)
by AladdinAbu
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~~~~~~~~~[PART 2. Warning: the nastier parts are coming up.]
Caitlin let out a laugh, scarcely able to muster even that much effort. "You... oh, I've n-never felt an itch so bad... never felt it scratched like that..."
"I'm a black-belt in scratching," Jen giggled.
"So you've had... lots of itches?"
"Quite a few." Jen had been masturbating ever since she was twelve; it was akin to what older men refered to as a "pastime" when talking about playing baseball or collecting comic books. In that expanse of time, she liked to think she'd developed a trick or two. "It's all about knowing where the itch truly starts, that's all."
"Do you... have an itch now, maybe?"
Jen smiled. Whatever was happening, somehow the way they were deftly side-stepping the true nature of this encounter was helping them cope, making it seem less frightening. "Maybe... like I said, I wasn't very thorough last time." Which was no lie; when she'd cranked one out early that morning, it had been a quickie. To her, anything under ten minutes was a quickie. A "nice evening alone" lasted close to the two hour mark, perforated by several spasms along the way.
"Then let me help you," she said desperately, flipping over, already sliding her hands along the inside of Jen's thighs. "It's not right f-for me to take from you without giving back."
"Stop," Jen whispered, shoving both hands straight down to cover herself. "I told you, I- I don't let people see that."
"Then I won't look," Caitlin promised, so close she could see the strands flexing inside her irises as her pupils dilated. "I'll keep my eyes... up here."
Now that this was happening, that Caitlin was coming on so strong, promising to bring her to orgasm, Jen felt a thrill of terror. This was going to be harder to endure with eye contact figured into the equation. "I... Cait, I'm- all this is new to me. What if I'm n-not ready?"
"We're helping each other out." Out of respect, her hand had stopped, barely touching one of Jen's. For a second, Jen thought she was going to break down, but then she managed to assemble a watery smile. "It's sweltering in here, and it's making us uncomfortable. So... scratching itches becomes neccessary. Let me."
Gritting her teeth, fighting with herself, Jen desperately leaned over to the side and grabbed Caitlin's cup of lemonade from under the counter, taking a long drink. "Maybe," she whispered, panting, staring off and toward the door that wouldn't allow them to escape back into the world. "B-but- but if I agree to this, you have to promise m-"
"WHAT IN THE- Jen, what were you thinking, why did you DO that?!"
Jen blinked, shocked, confused. "Pardon? I- what's wrong?"
"Don't you know what that WAS?!"
They gaped at each other. Caitlin was still so very obviously aroused, but the look of disgust in her face threatened to wipe that away. "Uhhh... it was lemonade? I'm pretty sure that's why your place of business is shaped like a giant lemon."
"It was MY lemonade! From MY lemon! As in fresh-squeezed?!"
Jen's eyebrows drew together. "Wait... what are you trying to- ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
"I guess you didn't notice earlier," Caitlin said uncomfortably, face scrunched up in embarrassment and empathy. "B-but... you were trying to get through to your parents, and I- and the cup was already half-full, so I... freshened the drink. I'm sorry, I had no choice, where else was I supposed to?!"
"There's a drain right there!" Jen shouted as she pointed, feeling quite sick. What was swimming around in her stomach right now? "This is a business based on BEVERAGES, we have to have a drain!"
"B-but- do you really expect me to squat over that like some kind of, of- some kind of ANIMAL?"
Now Jen felt very self-conscious. It was one thing for her to have touched her friend's snatch, man-handled her mammaries. But now she'd drank some of her bodily fluids; that was a whole new level of intimacy she wasn't ready for with any person on the planet. Why hadn't she noticed the flavor was a little off? Then again, Caitlin was always screwing something up, upsetting the delicate balance of the recipies by forgetting one thing or another. Her face began to burn, and she was alarmed to find that her arousal had not remotely abated.
"Jen... Jen, I'm really sorry, I tried to stop you but I just, I couldn't speak, I was so shocked! Can you ever-"
"Want some?"
The straw was right under Caitlin's nose. Her expression began to shift to that "wounded puppy" look she was so good at, whether she was conscious of that or not. "What? Oh, come on, you can't be-"
"You're right," Jen said quietly, removing the lid. "That's wrong. Hang on."
But instead of standing up and dumping the cup down the drain, as she had intended, she had another idea - a terrible idea... one that she needed to put into action, for some inscrutible reason. Smiling vaguely, she lowered the cup between her own legs, sitting up slightly. When the sound erupted into the nearly-silent room, Caitlin let out an odd blast of surprise, sputtering and gaping at her friend. "What is- Jen, why are you doing-"
"I did have to go anyway," she said heatedly, feeling herself run dry. "There." She then brought it back up, full once more, and sealed the lid, playing with the straw. "Now drink."
Caitlin came over distinctly green, swaying slightly. "You're not going to f-forgive me if I don't, are you?"
"You'll drink what I drank. It's only fair, right?"
The sweat pouring off Caitlin took on a much darker meaning now. Slowly, trembling fingers reached for the clear plastic cup; the golden liquid sloshed to and fro as it exchanged hands. "It's warm... oh, God..."
"Yeah, just do it."
"B-but- but there's still some of my-"
"DRINK."
Three quick gasps for breath later, and Caitlin took a sip at least twice as long as Jen's was. A golden drip fell from her bottom lip and slid around one of her erect peaks. It was at this point, even while she felt waves of searing heat pouring off her dripping cunt, she knew she had done something awful. It wasn't really Cait's fault that she'd drank it - it was, but not in such a way that she'd earned revenge. Yet somehow, watching the blonde gulp down a glass of both her own AND her friend's urine solely because she'd been ordered to do so was satisfying... stimulating.
"I... can't," she whispered, black drops of dyed tears rolling down her cheeks. "I can't, I can't drink anymore, it's too weird to have to-"
"You can stop," Jen told her hastily, swiping the cup from her hands, clutching it tightly. "I'm s-sorry, I am such a bad friend, I don't know why I felt like-"
"But it was... sweet." Caitlin wiped at her nose, shaking all over. "B-because there was still lemonade in it, y'know? And it was so acidic, but still sweet... salty, too. Like virgin margaritas."
It took Jen almost a minute to be able to react. Then, she put the straw to her lips and finished it off.
"JEN, NO!" Cait cried out, alarmed. "What the- why would you do it AGAIN?!"
"Because I made you do it." It scared her that she didn't mind the taste; it was just like Caitlin had described. Salty, acidic, but with just enough sugar leftover to keep it from being entirely revolting. The smell, however, would have required a lot more lemon to overpower it. "I... I couldn't let you think- I'm so sorry I made you do that, it was wrong. I'm the worst person in the world."
"You drank me," Caitlin panted, still crying. "And... and I drank you, too. So..."
"That's what happens when you leave pee sitting around in innocent LEMONADE cups," Jen snapped good-naturedly. "Let's not do that again, is all. We cool?"
"No," Caitlin panted, still crying. "I'm too hot to be cool. Jen, I- damn. My itch is back."
"Come again?"
"YEAH," she said honestly, nodding so vigorously she was in danger of losing that ever-present butterfly hairclip. "I m-mean- you know, the itch. I d-don't get it, why am I so horn- itchy?"
"Believe me, I'm itchy, too," Jen said with such eagerness that she shocked herself into momentary silence. She ran her tongue over her own lips, savoring what her friend had made for her. "I... have an idea."
"I'm open to suggestions." Understatement of the year.
"Lay down."
Nodding, anxious, she slowly eased back until she was flush with the floor, staring up at the ceiling of the lemon. "What's... going to happ- OH!"
Jen figured she would get the idea when she saw a firecrotch hovering over her face. She'd made herself do it, jump straight into this without thinking or analyzing the consequences, and now she let out a scared little baby noise, feeling herself tremble all over from combined desire and humiliation. Then a loving hand was passing over her thigh, and she felt the fear ebbing, the lust growing.
"Jen, you had nothing to be ashamed of; it's beautiful."
"They're too wavy," she whispered. "Wrinkly. My clit is like, some kind of monster. And SHEEZ, do I have way too much hair, shaving doesn't do any good; even waxing seems to barely make a difference for more than a few days, and that hurts like a motherf-"
"Beautiful," Caitlin repeated - as Jen felt a very peculiar tugging sensation. Was she playing with her pubes?! So much of her wanted to shut her legs and scurry away from her friend, but the rest was so into this that she stayed put, anticipating. "I did wonder. If, y'know, you were red all over."
"I really am red all over," Jen whispered as she felt her entire body blushing. Then she spread Caitlin's legs open, staring straight down; she felt the muscles twitch as Caitlin winced from the action. "Aww... you shave it into a little heart?"
A short titter. "Why not? The landing strip is so boring. I did a star once, too."
"Your little clouds..." When Jen pushed her finger against the flushed little folds, Caitlin let out such a loud moan that she cut it off halfway through, tensing up all over. "Mmm, so sensitive... are you sure we, uh, really got that 'itch' last time?"
"So maybe it came back twice as strong," Caitlin admitted. "Are... can you help me? UNNNNNHHH! What!"
Jen drew her mouth back, swaying from the sweaty, sour taste. "Hmmh... Have you been eating pasta?"
"OmiGOD, Jen, I c-can't b-believe you-"
"I've always been curious," she whispered - only realizing that made it sound like she had been fantasizing about girls for years. "I m-mean, about what one tastes like. I never got up the courage to try my own, even."
"I have; it's okay. Kinda hurts my back, though..."
"Wait," Jen said, rolling off so she could look at her friend. "I meant from a finger! Are you saying you're- no WAY you're that flexible!"
Caitlin winked. "Wanna see? But I might need your help. Can you hold my legs?"
Once they were in position, Caitlin took several deep, slow breaths, then began to curl in on herself; Jen held her legs above her head, helping her remain stable. Then, flexing her abs, she slowly began to draw her own pussy closer and closer, grunting from exertion and desire. Jen had to admit, she was somehow getting yet more turned on from this, watching it, understanding its implications. Eating YOURSELF out?! Why ever leave the house again?!
By the time Caitlin issued a sound that could only be made with your tongue all the way out of your mouth, Jen knew her eyes were wide as saucers. "Puth more," she demanded around her own tongue. Palms slipping on the back of Caitlin's thighs from sweat, Jen pushed more, and let out a moan of vicarious delight when she saw the very tip of her tongue connect.
"See?" Caitlin said heatedly; she was glistening so much that the reflected light should have left Jen blind. "I ca- I can! I'm super limber!"
"More," Jen panted, feverish, fingertips digging in. "Do it more, for me! Just a little more?!"
"Okay," Caitlin promised her with a nod, again craning her neck forward and only barely managing to brush her clit, letting out an odd grunt each time. Jen leaned in just a little more, holding her in that position tighter, and the girl went to town on her own cunt, face growing redder and redder with every passing second. Unable to stay a bystander, Jen leaned in and used her own tongue. "AAH!"
"Careful!" Jen warned as Cait threatened to topple both of them with her actions. "But God... you look amazing doing this, I'm so freaking impressed it's not even funny!"
"I'm glad... it pleases you," she said hotly, voice strained. "WHOAAAAAIIIAAHH! Jen tha- that's my-"
"This is good, too," Jen breathed onto the tight, puckered anus she had just sampled. "Mmhh... I thought it would be so gross, y'know? But... um, it's, um..."
Caitlin blinked back tears of shame. "What?"
"Have you ever had fried chicken livers?"
"Jen, stop that," she whispered, quite distressed. "Don't call- that was so awful, it felt all kinds of wrong!"
"You should lick yourself again," Jen said directly into her cunt, allowing her chin to push into the taut area between front and aft. "I want to see how long you can keep it up."
A light whimper; the muscles in the back of her thighs were flexing from growing weary of being in the same aggravating position for so long. "Can't you let me down? Please, Jen, my back-!"
"Soon. Go on."
Once more, the thrill of being in control of this blonde. What power - it was like a drug! Caitlin shot her a wounded look as she returned her mouth to her dripping vagina, losing herself in the joy it brought her, in the mild, pleasing taste. This time, when Jen started pushing into the dark, uncooperative opening behind the other, more willing one, Caitlin cried out in rage... but did not stop licking herself clean. It didn't take long for her to worm her tongue in at least an inch or so, causing Caitlin's legs to go rigid, toes splayed and twitching. The sounds of pleasure, pain and panic all blended together were the best aphrodisiac Jen could ever have asked for.
"Jen!" she sobbed helplessly. "Please stop! Please, please let me down!"
"NHN!" she moaned into her ass, actually suckling the outer rim as she pushed her tongue in as far it would go.
"NAAAHH!" Caitlin told her in a strangled scream. "JEN, MY NECK!"
Immediately Jen flung herself backward, letting the other girl's behind fall; at the very last second, she shot her hands forward and caught her, cradling her abdomen delicately, feeling one of her heels glance off her shoulder. That would bruise for sure.
For a long moment, they stared at each other, panting, feeling out each other's reactions. Finally, Jen smiled hesitantly, and Caitlin began to scoot away - but Jen was there, putting her arms around her, caressing her back.
"No," Caitlin blubbered, trying to shove the hands away. "God, you al- you almost really hurt me, I felt like my neck was going to snap!"
"I'm sorry, baby," Jen found herself blurting. Baby?! Where did THAT come from? "I- Cait, come on, you know I wasn't-"
"Do you like hurting me?" She glared daggers at her friend. "Is that what this has been about the whole time? Making me feel worse and worse, degrading me? Is that how you get your kicks?!"
"It was so HOT!" Jen cried out, feeling her heart pounding like a gong. Arousal was a thing of the past; she was completely scared out of her mind. "You, nose-deep in your own cootch, me in your ass! I just- it was awesome, and I wanted it to keep going!"
"But I was DYING, Jennifer!"
"No, you weren't!" she said desperately, clutching. None of her friends ever called her Jennifer - not even when they were mad. It felt like Caitlin was slipping away, and that was the worst feeling in the world. "You weren't going to die - and I would never let you get hurt, never! I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I needed more and more, and then... and then you almost DIED! What am I turning into, what the FUCK?!"
They collapsed against each other at the same instant, sobbing, caressing, clutching madly. After what felt like hours, Caitlin kissed Jen's forehead and whispered, "We're in dangerous waters, huh?"
"Wh... what do you mean?"
"I've never had a friend this close before, either," Caitlin said carefully, holding Jen tightly, one hand drifting down to squeeze her soft behind. "These things... our experiements... they're a lot of fun, but we have to watch it."
"Don't worry, I'll be so careful from now on you might not even see me at the mall anymore," Jen sobbed. "If that's what it takes to protect my Caitlin..."
"You're humping my leg."
Jen giggled. "I know. It's so bizarre; this whole thing, it should have killed the mood. But I can't stop; the taste of your 'dark meat', it's still in my mouth... and I still love it so much..."
"Jen," she said weakly. "M-my itch never left, either. Scratch me raw for a while?"
Immediately, their hands dropped to each other's cunts, actions jerky and uncharted. So much moisture! They leaned in and kissed, roving and coaxing more pleasure from the rest of their bodies in doing so. Caitlin drew back and breathed, "THAT'S how that tastes?"
"Uh-huh... am I one sick puppy, or what?"
"WHAT!" she breathed. "It's... it's disgusting, yeah, but there is something... I can't begin to describe! It's like when you first have beluga caviar; you want to hate it, but there's some element that makes you try it again and again... and I want to. I want to try YOURS."
A gasp escpaed Jen's throat. "What?! But... but then you'll be in- or you'd have to... oh, either one sounds l-like-"
"YOU OWE ME."
That chilling statement drove Jen onto her back, limbs trembling as she clutched at her stomach. This was going to be ugly... but she had no right to refuse, not after she'd nearly broken her friend's neck. "Just d-don't make me try to lick myself. I know I'M nowhere near that flexible."
"Relax," Caitlin told her brightly, a trace of tears still lingering in the back of her voice. "This is all going to feel so good you'll forget everything."
When she felt the lips tugging at her other lips, Jen's legs flew up and trapped Caitlin there. Then, when the tongue began to explore downward, tickling the tight, sensitive skin of her perenium, there was nothing she could do but gasp, "Wait, wait, I-"
"No waiting, Jen," Caitlin snapped. "There is only now!"
And then a tiny tentacle was trying to force itself inside somewhere Jen never wanted anything to go. WOW, was that awkward - and scary! It felt like her stomach was being ripped open! But little by little, it made its way in, and she felt the unsettling sensation of being bricked up from the inside, being filled with something warm and slimy. "CAIT!"
"Mhh..."
"Cait..." Suddenly there was this knowledge of how deep her friend was inside her, even if it was unorthodox, and she felt the stoking of her furnace anew, ready for so much. "C-can I- can I touch-"
"No," Caitlin commanded; the tables had certainly turned, and Jen relinquished herself to her new role, became subservient for the first time in her life. She heard some rummaging in the background; what was next? "I'll do the touching here. In fact... what's this feel like?"
"AAHHH-WHAAAAH!" she cried out as the tongue re-entered her ass - except it was suddenly much more rigid. "That CANNOT be - oh my God, what's happening back there?!"
"Do you want me to tell you, or do you just want to enjoy it?" she asked honestly, supposedly-innocent blue eyes blinking.
"AII!" she cried, feeling it going in so far she was afraid whatever it was would get lost. "It's so hard! AHHH! It's so HOT!"
"I knew you'd like my present," Cait giggled. "Now... you can put your hands on your chest if you want to."
Nodding, Jen began squeezing and clawing at her own boobs, pinching the nipples quite a bit harder than she usually dared. The rigid object in her rectum did not withdraw, but only moved around slightly, sending waves of discomfort to mingle with the pleasure she felt. At last, when she felt a tongue sliding between her wet folds, she cried out again, "OHHHH!"
"Mmhh!" Caitlin moaned, her dominant act dissipating altogether in the face of such an erotic encounter. "Jen, you're s-so sweet... so very sweet! Ohh! More, more, MORE!"
This time, the mouth that latched onto her cunt was unforgivingly rough, sliding all over, teeth brushing sensitive areas, tongue undulating and advancing on her. Jen felt so powerless, and she didn't care; both of her holes were being stimulated, her hands were tearing her mounds to shreds, and she was screaming so loud she hoped people could hear it on the other side of the planet. "I'M CUMMING!" she was shouting. "CAITLIN!"
"Do it for me!" Caitlin begged. "With your ass full! Into my MOUTH!"
"AAAHAAHHIIIIAAAAYYAAAH!!!"
Every muscle she owned clenched down, latching onto what it could. The orgasm felt so wrong with something invading a hole she widely ignored, but the unwelcome waves of pleasure would not be turned back, and they washed over her, drowning her, sucking her down in the undertow.
"Ohhh," she panted, striving to cool down. "Oh, Cait... ooh... OAAAAAIII!"
"There," she said lovingly, like a mother cooing at a baby. "All better?"
"All b-better," Jen said, shivering from the sudden withdrawal. Now she wanted to clench her legs together, but Caitlin was there, hand resting lightly on her twat. Suddenly she was holding a toothbrush up. "Wh... what, does my breath stink?"
"Not yet. Don't worry about that end... just worry about this one."
Once Jen had taken it from her outstretched hand, she noticed the slight odor coming from the handle. Holding it delicately between thumb and forefinger, she whispered, "Is this what... did you really-"
"It's dirty now," Caitlin pouted. "Clean it up for me."
"With what?"
"Your mouth, silly."
Jen was mortifyed. Was Caitlin actually going to force her to do this foul thing? "Cait, come on - y-you're sitting there, asking me to eat sh-"
"No, no, I'm not," she laughed. "Just clean the toothbrush off, that's all. Don't blow things out of proportion."
It was the aroma of her own ass coming off from the usually-hygenic implement. From what she could see in the sparse lighting, there wasn't anything much on it, but it was hard to tell against a dark-blue handle. "I'm not doing this. I- I can't, I'm sorry, this is SO not okay."
"But it's okay for you to half-break my neck?!" Caitlin burst out, suddenly vibrating all over, breath coming in gasps. That had exploded from nothing in no time flat. "Jen, I could have died, I- I really thought I was going to for a second there! We're locked in the Lemon - there's no going for help! If you h-hadn't pulled back when you did, I would have ended up with a broken neck, and there would have been nothing either of us could do!"
Jen looked from her friend's deranged, infuriated countenance to the awful notion hanging limply from her fingers. It was disgusting, unholy... but she was right about one thing. If Jen hadn't pulled back, if she'd yet again ignored Caitlin's plea for release, she might be dead now. And that would be solely on Jen's head; for initiating these sinful games in the first place, then taking them too far. She was already a deviant, and had come within inches of becoming a murderer. What an awful excuse for a homo sapien.
"Umnhh..."
Caitlin's eyes widened as Jen laved her tongue all over its surface, tasting something somewhat akin to what she'd tasted before inside Caitlin - except more familiar. Herself, apparently. When she closed her mouth around it entirely, Caitlin turned away from the spectacle, lip still trembling.
"Jen... I-"
"All clean," she panted, fighting down the nausea she knew would have come. "D-do you want me to wash it down with more of your lemonade? Jen is so thirsty..."
"Jen!"
"And h-hungry." Jen crawled slowly toward Caitlin, feeling the tears falling onto her hands as she moved. "Open up, and Jen will eat whatever you give her. All you have to do is tell her to."
The blonde only began shaking her head to and fro as Jen pawed over her legs weakly. "Jen could also eat from Jen. Or- or you could bend Jen. Twist her up. Break-"
When Caitlin's lips came to touch hers, they were subdued, hesitant. Jen could even hear the high-pitched whine that one emits when trying to suppress true sobbing. Finally, she pulled back and choked out, "Stop, stop! Stop all of this, please, I just want to feel your body! I only want to feel you close to me!"
"Caitlin..." And they were kissing again, deep and slow and powerful, hands exploring each other's nude backs as they lay against each other on the floor, legs entwining and feet brushing. One of Jen's hands found Caitlin's center and probed inside, and Caitlin shrieked, ill-prepared for the touch. "Sorry!"
"No, no," she laughed. "B-but... I've got such an... itch..."
"Can we? At the same time?"
"How can we do that?" she whispered fearfully, her hand tracing its way along Jen's cleavage. "I... you don't have... and neither do I. How does it work?"
"I have an idea."
"Uh-oh..."
Jen grinned. "No, relax - I think this one'll work out pretty well for us." She reached into the cooler and came back with a round, bright-yellow lemon. "See?"
"Not really," Caitin said with a shrug. But when she put the fruit up to the surface of herself, she hissed, "What the hell are you doing with that?! It's FOOD!"
"It's so hard," she panted as she thrust one of the pointy ends into herself, shivering all over. "And- okay, I know I'll never be able to fit it in there, but it doesn't feel half bad!"
"You're leaving it halfway out," she breathed. "Which means... you want me t-to-"
"That's the idea."
Swallowing hard, striving to wrap her mind around this scheme, Caitlin sidled forward and fit her legs around Jen's, arranging herself in the most likely position to make this work. Then she inched forward, trapping the fruit between their bodies... shoving it the slightest bit inside herself.
"OOH!" Caitlin yelled. "It's- wow, that feels good! I mean, not as good as your fingers, but not half bad!"
"Caitlin!" Jen panted madly. "God, this is awesome, it's- MMHH, I can't believe we're both doing this so close together, against the same citrus!"
"This is, like, SCISSORING, isn't it?"
It hadn't taken Jen long to begin tugging on her nipples again. "Ahh! Y-yeah! Except with an additional sphere!"
For a long few minutes filled with extreme pleasure, neither of them could find any words to speak; perhaps it was because a part of them had realized exactly what they had progressed toward in such a short span of time. Perhaps every sensation was too intense to put into words, and therefore they stopped bothering. Jen knew she wasn't going to last long, even after so recent a climax; everything was too hot, too deplorable and insanely sensual - and once they had stopped torturing each other, she was unable to feel guilt over their actions, their desires. Shocks radiated up from between them, and Jen clamped down on the fruit with renewed vigor, hooked one of her ankles around Caitlin's shoulder to draw them closer in, rub themselves more and more raw. It seemed to Jen as if the lemon were slowly shrinking as they stretched to accomidate it, bridging the gap between their soaked cunts.
"NYAAH!" she yipped. "It's.... OHHH, Jen! It's so much huger than before!"
Normally, Jen might have stated that "huger" was not a word, but she was distracted; Caitlin's perfect little toes had appeared before her, bouncing up and down inches from her face as they ground into one another, into their lemon. Not a cuticle out of place, no wart or callous or other such imperfection; a simple clear-coat. Maybe she could just...
"WWHA- what's THAT?! Jen, don't put th-those in your mouth, they're d-dirty! I walk on them!"
"MnnhhMMHH!" she moaned with such earnest enjoyment that Caitlin didn't press the point any longer. It was like the next best thing to actually kissing her; better than eating her ass. Jen had always had a gripping fear of fellatio, that she would gag from the sheer size, trying to force something like that down her throat. Yet here Caitlin seemed to have five miniature cocks of non-threatening size at the end of her leg, all squirming against her tongue, all salty and rounded and excuisite. She had three in there - maybe four, it was so hard to tell with them being so tiny. Her pussy was filled, and she could feel strong arms encircling one of her legs. She was in nirvana.
Then, as she was coming to the final shockwave, she felt it - the lemon slipped a fraction of an inch. Their lower lips were touching.
"OH JEN!" Caitlin screamed. "It's you! I f-feel you, you're so warm, so wet! I feel you around the lemon!"
"Mmmh!" she moaned out, unwilling to release the toes from within her head. "HnnHHHH!!"
"Yeah, yeah! MORE! I want all of you! I WANT YOU!"
At this point, Caitlin gave a mighty thrust, trying to fuse them together more, striving forward, and she succeeded; their lemon was suddenly so insignificant with pliable folds of sensitive rose petals touching. Jen's mind went blank.
"NHHMMMMMMMNNAAAHHAAHAAA!!!"
"JENNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
Shiver after shiver eminated from within her cunt, rippling over her, destroying her sanity as her spine tingled. Thigh muscles ached, her breasts swayed through the air; the one she hadn't released to hold Caitlin's ankle steady was still in her vice grip. She felt a toenail stabbing the roof of her mouth, and the roiling of a pool of urine in her stomach, and she could give a flying fuck. It was all so perfect that she wouldn't change any aspect, not for anything.
A few seconds ticked by as the room was filled with the sound of desperate oxygenating. Caitlin's toes withdrew from her mouth and she let them go, and then they scooted apart to examine the damage.
"It's... more in you than in me," Caitlin whispered. "You... want me to take it-"
"No, don't touch it," Jen laughed. "I... God, I don't even think I can touch it for a few days! Here, I'll get it- NAAAH! OW, that SUCKED!"
"Sorry! It was that last push at the end, it really did a number on you, it looks like!"
Jen's eyes were watering from the sudden release; it had been lodged in there far tighter than she'd surmised. She stared in wonder at how agape her pussy was, then looked over into Caitlin's - and saw the blood for the first time. "WHAT THE- YOU'RE BLEEDING!"
"Yeah," Caitlin whispered, coming over all bashful. "Umm... see, Jen-"
"You were a VIRGIN?!" she hissed, completely flabbergasted. One of her hands drifted down and brushed the lemon, the red droplets clinging to its pitted skin. It was like something from another planet, alien; it didn't belong in their presence. "How?! You were so in control, and you- there's no way you never- AUGH, this is so impossible!"
"It's not. I just... well, I hardly ever jill off, and I've never used tampons, just pads... and, um... okay, I know most girls my age lost their cherry long ago for one reason or another, but please, don't freak out!"
Jen shook her head, squeezing her arms around her abdomen. "But I... took your virginity! With a LEMON! How can you ever forgive me for doing something like- for- Caitlin, I suck!"
"Enough," she snorted, grabbing Jen and pulling her into a tight hug as they fell to the side, sprawled on the cold floor. "You're a good friend of mine, right? I have no problem losing it to you. Better than with a total stranger, some boy on prom who I'll never see again."
"Yeah... too bad we had to do so many mean things to each other on the night you-"
"SHUSH," she commanded. "I'm serious, let's never talk about that stuff again, I... why did we do it? No part of me really wanted to shove a toothbrush up your butt!"
Jen felt skeptical of that last comment. "NO part of you?" She was rewarded by a pregnant pause. "Thought so."
"But I didn't! N-no... not until after you ate mine out. That felt so awesome to me, and I figured you liked the taste enough, so... I'll admit, I meant to freak you out by having you clean it, to get revenge. Horrible, I know."
"Not any worse than what I did to you, forcing you to drink both our pee, and- and almost killing you." Jen's tears resurfaced anew. "That, I can never forgive myself for. Even if you do, I won't."
"I'm asking you to, though," she said softly, fawning over her long, flowing tresses, smiling weakly. "We'll forget that, and I'll forget how I... completely robbed you of all self-esteem. It's gonna keep me up nights, the way you offered to- well, you wanted me to- and THAT is just SICK!"
"I would have, though," she admitted. Her cheeks burned; it was very true. It might have been so bad it would make her vomit, but she was fully prepared to go forward. "For you. To balance the scales."
"There's no scales, Jen. Not for you and me. No keeping score, okay?"
"Okay."
And they were drifting away into slumberland. Jen took for herself a moment to relish the sensation of legs against legs, of their chests pressed together - but she had no more energy than that. So, with a brief kiss on the cheek of her companion, she succumbed.
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END PART 2
(Part 3 is just wrapping up the plot... stay tuned if you like WAFF!)
(or, You Scratch My Back, I'll Scratch Your...)
by AladdinAbu
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~~~~~~~~~[PART 2. Warning: the nastier parts are coming up.]
Caitlin let out a laugh, scarcely able to muster even that much effort. "You... oh, I've n-never felt an itch so bad... never felt it scratched like that..."
"I'm a black-belt in scratching," Jen giggled.
"So you've had... lots of itches?"
"Quite a few." Jen had been masturbating ever since she was twelve; it was akin to what older men refered to as a "pastime" when talking about playing baseball or collecting comic books. In that expanse of time, she liked to think she'd developed a trick or two. "It's all about knowing where the itch truly starts, that's all."
"Do you... have an itch now, maybe?"
Jen smiled. Whatever was happening, somehow the way they were deftly side-stepping the true nature of this encounter was helping them cope, making it seem less frightening. "Maybe... like I said, I wasn't very thorough last time." Which was no lie; when she'd cranked one out early that morning, it had been a quickie. To her, anything under ten minutes was a quickie. A "nice evening alone" lasted close to the two hour mark, perforated by several spasms along the way.
"Then let me help you," she said desperately, flipping over, already sliding her hands along the inside of Jen's thighs. "It's not right f-for me to take from you without giving back."
"Stop," Jen whispered, shoving both hands straight down to cover herself. "I told you, I- I don't let people see that."
"Then I won't look," Caitlin promised, so close she could see the strands flexing inside her irises as her pupils dilated. "I'll keep my eyes... up here."
Now that this was happening, that Caitlin was coming on so strong, promising to bring her to orgasm, Jen felt a thrill of terror. This was going to be harder to endure with eye contact figured into the equation. "I... Cait, I'm- all this is new to me. What if I'm n-not ready?"
"We're helping each other out." Out of respect, her hand had stopped, barely touching one of Jen's. For a second, Jen thought she was going to break down, but then she managed to assemble a watery smile. "It's sweltering in here, and it's making us uncomfortable. So... scratching itches becomes neccessary. Let me."
Gritting her teeth, fighting with herself, Jen desperately leaned over to the side and grabbed Caitlin's cup of lemonade from under the counter, taking a long drink. "Maybe," she whispered, panting, staring off and toward the door that wouldn't allow them to escape back into the world. "B-but- but if I agree to this, you have to promise m-"
"WHAT IN THE- Jen, what were you thinking, why did you DO that?!"
Jen blinked, shocked, confused. "Pardon? I- what's wrong?"
"Don't you know what that WAS?!"
They gaped at each other. Caitlin was still so very obviously aroused, but the look of disgust in her face threatened to wipe that away. "Uhhh... it was lemonade? I'm pretty sure that's why your place of business is shaped like a giant lemon."
"It was MY lemonade! From MY lemon! As in fresh-squeezed?!"
Jen's eyebrows drew together. "Wait... what are you trying to- ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
"I guess you didn't notice earlier," Caitlin said uncomfortably, face scrunched up in embarrassment and empathy. "B-but... you were trying to get through to your parents, and I- and the cup was already half-full, so I... freshened the drink. I'm sorry, I had no choice, where else was I supposed to?!"
"There's a drain right there!" Jen shouted as she pointed, feeling quite sick. What was swimming around in her stomach right now? "This is a business based on BEVERAGES, we have to have a drain!"
"B-but- do you really expect me to squat over that like some kind of, of- some kind of ANIMAL?"
Now Jen felt very self-conscious. It was one thing for her to have touched her friend's snatch, man-handled her mammaries. But now she'd drank some of her bodily fluids; that was a whole new level of intimacy she wasn't ready for with any person on the planet. Why hadn't she noticed the flavor was a little off? Then again, Caitlin was always screwing something up, upsetting the delicate balance of the recipies by forgetting one thing or another. Her face began to burn, and she was alarmed to find that her arousal had not remotely abated.
"Jen... Jen, I'm really sorry, I tried to stop you but I just, I couldn't speak, I was so shocked! Can you ever-"
"Want some?"
The straw was right under Caitlin's nose. Her expression began to shift to that "wounded puppy" look she was so good at, whether she was conscious of that or not. "What? Oh, come on, you can't be-"
"You're right," Jen said quietly, removing the lid. "That's wrong. Hang on."
But instead of standing up and dumping the cup down the drain, as she had intended, she had another idea - a terrible idea... one that she needed to put into action, for some inscrutible reason. Smiling vaguely, she lowered the cup between her own legs, sitting up slightly. When the sound erupted into the nearly-silent room, Caitlin let out an odd blast of surprise, sputtering and gaping at her friend. "What is- Jen, why are you doing-"
"I did have to go anyway," she said heatedly, feeling herself run dry. "There." She then brought it back up, full once more, and sealed the lid, playing with the straw. "Now drink."
Caitlin came over distinctly green, swaying slightly. "You're not going to f-forgive me if I don't, are you?"
"You'll drink what I drank. It's only fair, right?"
The sweat pouring off Caitlin took on a much darker meaning now. Slowly, trembling fingers reached for the clear plastic cup; the golden liquid sloshed to and fro as it exchanged hands. "It's warm... oh, God..."
"Yeah, just do it."
"B-but- but there's still some of my-"
"DRINK."
Three quick gasps for breath later, and Caitlin took a sip at least twice as long as Jen's was. A golden drip fell from her bottom lip and slid around one of her erect peaks. It was at this point, even while she felt waves of searing heat pouring off her dripping cunt, she knew she had done something awful. It wasn't really Cait's fault that she'd drank it - it was, but not in such a way that she'd earned revenge. Yet somehow, watching the blonde gulp down a glass of both her own AND her friend's urine solely because she'd been ordered to do so was satisfying... stimulating.
"I... can't," she whispered, black drops of dyed tears rolling down her cheeks. "I can't, I can't drink anymore, it's too weird to have to-"
"You can stop," Jen told her hastily, swiping the cup from her hands, clutching it tightly. "I'm s-sorry, I am such a bad friend, I don't know why I felt like-"
"But it was... sweet." Caitlin wiped at her nose, shaking all over. "B-because there was still lemonade in it, y'know? And it was so acidic, but still sweet... salty, too. Like virgin margaritas."
It took Jen almost a minute to be able to react. Then, she put the straw to her lips and finished it off.
"JEN, NO!" Cait cried out, alarmed. "What the- why would you do it AGAIN?!"
"Because I made you do it." It scared her that she didn't mind the taste; it was just like Caitlin had described. Salty, acidic, but with just enough sugar leftover to keep it from being entirely revolting. The smell, however, would have required a lot more lemon to overpower it. "I... I couldn't let you think- I'm so sorry I made you do that, it was wrong. I'm the worst person in the world."
"You drank me," Caitlin panted, still crying. "And... and I drank you, too. So..."
"That's what happens when you leave pee sitting around in innocent LEMONADE cups," Jen snapped good-naturedly. "Let's not do that again, is all. We cool?"
"No," Caitlin panted, still crying. "I'm too hot to be cool. Jen, I- damn. My itch is back."
"Come again?"
"YEAH," she said honestly, nodding so vigorously she was in danger of losing that ever-present butterfly hairclip. "I m-mean- you know, the itch. I d-don't get it, why am I so horn- itchy?"
"Believe me, I'm itchy, too," Jen said with such eagerness that she shocked herself into momentary silence. She ran her tongue over her own lips, savoring what her friend had made for her. "I... have an idea."
"I'm open to suggestions." Understatement of the year.
"Lay down."
Nodding, anxious, she slowly eased back until she was flush with the floor, staring up at the ceiling of the lemon. "What's... going to happ- OH!"
Jen figured she would get the idea when she saw a firecrotch hovering over her face. She'd made herself do it, jump straight into this without thinking or analyzing the consequences, and now she let out a scared little baby noise, feeling herself tremble all over from combined desire and humiliation. Then a loving hand was passing over her thigh, and she felt the fear ebbing, the lust growing.
"Jen, you had nothing to be ashamed of; it's beautiful."
"They're too wavy," she whispered. "Wrinkly. My clit is like, some kind of monster. And SHEEZ, do I have way too much hair, shaving doesn't do any good; even waxing seems to barely make a difference for more than a few days, and that hurts like a motherf-"
"Beautiful," Caitlin repeated - as Jen felt a very peculiar tugging sensation. Was she playing with her pubes?! So much of her wanted to shut her legs and scurry away from her friend, but the rest was so into this that she stayed put, anticipating. "I did wonder. If, y'know, you were red all over."
"I really am red all over," Jen whispered as she felt her entire body blushing. Then she spread Caitlin's legs open, staring straight down; she felt the muscles twitch as Caitlin winced from the action. "Aww... you shave it into a little heart?"
A short titter. "Why not? The landing strip is so boring. I did a star once, too."
"Your little clouds..." When Jen pushed her finger against the flushed little folds, Caitlin let out such a loud moan that she cut it off halfway through, tensing up all over. "Mmm, so sensitive... are you sure we, uh, really got that 'itch' last time?"
"So maybe it came back twice as strong," Caitlin admitted. "Are... can you help me? UNNNNNHHH! What!"
Jen drew her mouth back, swaying from the sweaty, sour taste. "Hmmh... Have you been eating pasta?"
"OmiGOD, Jen, I c-can't b-believe you-"
"I've always been curious," she whispered - only realizing that made it sound like she had been fantasizing about girls for years. "I m-mean, about what one tastes like. I never got up the courage to try my own, even."
"I have; it's okay. Kinda hurts my back, though..."
"Wait," Jen said, rolling off so she could look at her friend. "I meant from a finger! Are you saying you're- no WAY you're that flexible!"
Caitlin winked. "Wanna see? But I might need your help. Can you hold my legs?"
Once they were in position, Caitlin took several deep, slow breaths, then began to curl in on herself; Jen held her legs above her head, helping her remain stable. Then, flexing her abs, she slowly began to draw her own pussy closer and closer, grunting from exertion and desire. Jen had to admit, she was somehow getting yet more turned on from this, watching it, understanding its implications. Eating YOURSELF out?! Why ever leave the house again?!
By the time Caitlin issued a sound that could only be made with your tongue all the way out of your mouth, Jen knew her eyes were wide as saucers. "Puth more," she demanded around her own tongue. Palms slipping on the back of Caitlin's thighs from sweat, Jen pushed more, and let out a moan of vicarious delight when she saw the very tip of her tongue connect.
"See?" Caitlin said heatedly; she was glistening so much that the reflected light should have left Jen blind. "I ca- I can! I'm super limber!"
"More," Jen panted, feverish, fingertips digging in. "Do it more, for me! Just a little more?!"
"Okay," Caitlin promised her with a nod, again craning her neck forward and only barely managing to brush her clit, letting out an odd grunt each time. Jen leaned in just a little more, holding her in that position tighter, and the girl went to town on her own cunt, face growing redder and redder with every passing second. Unable to stay a bystander, Jen leaned in and used her own tongue. "AAH!"
"Careful!" Jen warned as Cait threatened to topple both of them with her actions. "But God... you look amazing doing this, I'm so freaking impressed it's not even funny!"
"I'm glad... it pleases you," she said hotly, voice strained. "WHOAAAAAIIIAAHH! Jen tha- that's my-"
"This is good, too," Jen breathed onto the tight, puckered anus she had just sampled. "Mmhh... I thought it would be so gross, y'know? But... um, it's, um..."
Caitlin blinked back tears of shame. "What?"
"Have you ever had fried chicken livers?"
"Jen, stop that," she whispered, quite distressed. "Don't call- that was so awful, it felt all kinds of wrong!"
"You should lick yourself again," Jen said directly into her cunt, allowing her chin to push into the taut area between front and aft. "I want to see how long you can keep it up."
A light whimper; the muscles in the back of her thighs were flexing from growing weary of being in the same aggravating position for so long. "Can't you let me down? Please, Jen, my back-!"
"Soon. Go on."
Once more, the thrill of being in control of this blonde. What power - it was like a drug! Caitlin shot her a wounded look as she returned her mouth to her dripping vagina, losing herself in the joy it brought her, in the mild, pleasing taste. This time, when Jen started pushing into the dark, uncooperative opening behind the other, more willing one, Caitlin cried out in rage... but did not stop licking herself clean. It didn't take long for her to worm her tongue in at least an inch or so, causing Caitlin's legs to go rigid, toes splayed and twitching. The sounds of pleasure, pain and panic all blended together were the best aphrodisiac Jen could ever have asked for.
"Jen!" she sobbed helplessly. "Please stop! Please, please let me down!"
"NHN!" she moaned into her ass, actually suckling the outer rim as she pushed her tongue in as far it would go.
"NAAAHH!" Caitlin told her in a strangled scream. "JEN, MY NECK!"
Immediately Jen flung herself backward, letting the other girl's behind fall; at the very last second, she shot her hands forward and caught her, cradling her abdomen delicately, feeling one of her heels glance off her shoulder. That would bruise for sure.
For a long moment, they stared at each other, panting, feeling out each other's reactions. Finally, Jen smiled hesitantly, and Caitlin began to scoot away - but Jen was there, putting her arms around her, caressing her back.
"No," Caitlin blubbered, trying to shove the hands away. "God, you al- you almost really hurt me, I felt like my neck was going to snap!"
"I'm sorry, baby," Jen found herself blurting. Baby?! Where did THAT come from? "I- Cait, come on, you know I wasn't-"
"Do you like hurting me?" She glared daggers at her friend. "Is that what this has been about the whole time? Making me feel worse and worse, degrading me? Is that how you get your kicks?!"
"It was so HOT!" Jen cried out, feeling her heart pounding like a gong. Arousal was a thing of the past; she was completely scared out of her mind. "You, nose-deep in your own cootch, me in your ass! I just- it was awesome, and I wanted it to keep going!"
"But I was DYING, Jennifer!"
"No, you weren't!" she said desperately, clutching. None of her friends ever called her Jennifer - not even when they were mad. It felt like Caitlin was slipping away, and that was the worst feeling in the world. "You weren't going to die - and I would never let you get hurt, never! I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I needed more and more, and then... and then you almost DIED! What am I turning into, what the FUCK?!"
They collapsed against each other at the same instant, sobbing, caressing, clutching madly. After what felt like hours, Caitlin kissed Jen's forehead and whispered, "We're in dangerous waters, huh?"
"Wh... what do you mean?"
"I've never had a friend this close before, either," Caitlin said carefully, holding Jen tightly, one hand drifting down to squeeze her soft behind. "These things... our experiements... they're a lot of fun, but we have to watch it."
"Don't worry, I'll be so careful from now on you might not even see me at the mall anymore," Jen sobbed. "If that's what it takes to protect my Caitlin..."
"You're humping my leg."
Jen giggled. "I know. It's so bizarre; this whole thing, it should have killed the mood. But I can't stop; the taste of your 'dark meat', it's still in my mouth... and I still love it so much..."
"Jen," she said weakly. "M-my itch never left, either. Scratch me raw for a while?"
Immediately, their hands dropped to each other's cunts, actions jerky and uncharted. So much moisture! They leaned in and kissed, roving and coaxing more pleasure from the rest of their bodies in doing so. Caitlin drew back and breathed, "THAT'S how that tastes?"
"Uh-huh... am I one sick puppy, or what?"
"WHAT!" she breathed. "It's... it's disgusting, yeah, but there is something... I can't begin to describe! It's like when you first have beluga caviar; you want to hate it, but there's some element that makes you try it again and again... and I want to. I want to try YOURS."
A gasp escpaed Jen's throat. "What?! But... but then you'll be in- or you'd have to... oh, either one sounds l-like-"
"YOU OWE ME."
That chilling statement drove Jen onto her back, limbs trembling as she clutched at her stomach. This was going to be ugly... but she had no right to refuse, not after she'd nearly broken her friend's neck. "Just d-don't make me try to lick myself. I know I'M nowhere near that flexible."
"Relax," Caitlin told her brightly, a trace of tears still lingering in the back of her voice. "This is all going to feel so good you'll forget everything."
When she felt the lips tugging at her other lips, Jen's legs flew up and trapped Caitlin there. Then, when the tongue began to explore downward, tickling the tight, sensitive skin of her perenium, there was nothing she could do but gasp, "Wait, wait, I-"
"No waiting, Jen," Caitlin snapped. "There is only now!"
And then a tiny tentacle was trying to force itself inside somewhere Jen never wanted anything to go. WOW, was that awkward - and scary! It felt like her stomach was being ripped open! But little by little, it made its way in, and she felt the unsettling sensation of being bricked up from the inside, being filled with something warm and slimy. "CAIT!"
"Mhh..."
"Cait..." Suddenly there was this knowledge of how deep her friend was inside her, even if it was unorthodox, and she felt the stoking of her furnace anew, ready for so much. "C-can I- can I touch-"
"No," Caitlin commanded; the tables had certainly turned, and Jen relinquished herself to her new role, became subservient for the first time in her life. She heard some rummaging in the background; what was next? "I'll do the touching here. In fact... what's this feel like?"
"AAHHH-WHAAAAH!" she cried out as the tongue re-entered her ass - except it was suddenly much more rigid. "That CANNOT be - oh my God, what's happening back there?!"
"Do you want me to tell you, or do you just want to enjoy it?" she asked honestly, supposedly-innocent blue eyes blinking.
"AII!" she cried, feeling it going in so far she was afraid whatever it was would get lost. "It's so hard! AHHH! It's so HOT!"
"I knew you'd like my present," Cait giggled. "Now... you can put your hands on your chest if you want to."
Nodding, Jen began squeezing and clawing at her own boobs, pinching the nipples quite a bit harder than she usually dared. The rigid object in her rectum did not withdraw, but only moved around slightly, sending waves of discomfort to mingle with the pleasure she felt. At last, when she felt a tongue sliding between her wet folds, she cried out again, "OHHHH!"
"Mmhh!" Caitlin moaned, her dominant act dissipating altogether in the face of such an erotic encounter. "Jen, you're s-so sweet... so very sweet! Ohh! More, more, MORE!"
This time, the mouth that latched onto her cunt was unforgivingly rough, sliding all over, teeth brushing sensitive areas, tongue undulating and advancing on her. Jen felt so powerless, and she didn't care; both of her holes were being stimulated, her hands were tearing her mounds to shreds, and she was screaming so loud she hoped people could hear it on the other side of the planet. "I'M CUMMING!" she was shouting. "CAITLIN!"
"Do it for me!" Caitlin begged. "With your ass full! Into my MOUTH!"
"AAAHAAHHIIIIAAAAYYAAAH!!!"
Every muscle she owned clenched down, latching onto what it could. The orgasm felt so wrong with something invading a hole she widely ignored, but the unwelcome waves of pleasure would not be turned back, and they washed over her, drowning her, sucking her down in the undertow.
"Ohhh," she panted, striving to cool down. "Oh, Cait... ooh... OAAAAAIII!"
"There," she said lovingly, like a mother cooing at a baby. "All better?"
"All b-better," Jen said, shivering from the sudden withdrawal. Now she wanted to clench her legs together, but Caitlin was there, hand resting lightly on her twat. Suddenly she was holding a toothbrush up. "Wh... what, does my breath stink?"
"Not yet. Don't worry about that end... just worry about this one."
Once Jen had taken it from her outstretched hand, she noticed the slight odor coming from the handle. Holding it delicately between thumb and forefinger, she whispered, "Is this what... did you really-"
"It's dirty now," Caitlin pouted. "Clean it up for me."
"With what?"
"Your mouth, silly."
Jen was mortifyed. Was Caitlin actually going to force her to do this foul thing? "Cait, come on - y-you're sitting there, asking me to eat sh-"
"No, no, I'm not," she laughed. "Just clean the toothbrush off, that's all. Don't blow things out of proportion."
It was the aroma of her own ass coming off from the usually-hygenic implement. From what she could see in the sparse lighting, there wasn't anything much on it, but it was hard to tell against a dark-blue handle. "I'm not doing this. I- I can't, I'm sorry, this is SO not okay."
"But it's okay for you to half-break my neck?!" Caitlin burst out, suddenly vibrating all over, breath coming in gasps. That had exploded from nothing in no time flat. "Jen, I could have died, I- I really thought I was going to for a second there! We're locked in the Lemon - there's no going for help! If you h-hadn't pulled back when you did, I would have ended up with a broken neck, and there would have been nothing either of us could do!"
Jen looked from her friend's deranged, infuriated countenance to the awful notion hanging limply from her fingers. It was disgusting, unholy... but she was right about one thing. If Jen hadn't pulled back, if she'd yet again ignored Caitlin's plea for release, she might be dead now. And that would be solely on Jen's head; for initiating these sinful games in the first place, then taking them too far. She was already a deviant, and had come within inches of becoming a murderer. What an awful excuse for a homo sapien.
"Umnhh..."
Caitlin's eyes widened as Jen laved her tongue all over its surface, tasting something somewhat akin to what she'd tasted before inside Caitlin - except more familiar. Herself, apparently. When she closed her mouth around it entirely, Caitlin turned away from the spectacle, lip still trembling.
"Jen... I-"
"All clean," she panted, fighting down the nausea she knew would have come. "D-do you want me to wash it down with more of your lemonade? Jen is so thirsty..."
"Jen!"
"And h-hungry." Jen crawled slowly toward Caitlin, feeling the tears falling onto her hands as she moved. "Open up, and Jen will eat whatever you give her. All you have to do is tell her to."
The blonde only began shaking her head to and fro as Jen pawed over her legs weakly. "Jen could also eat from Jen. Or- or you could bend Jen. Twist her up. Break-"
When Caitlin's lips came to touch hers, they were subdued, hesitant. Jen could even hear the high-pitched whine that one emits when trying to suppress true sobbing. Finally, she pulled back and choked out, "Stop, stop! Stop all of this, please, I just want to feel your body! I only want to feel you close to me!"
"Caitlin..." And they were kissing again, deep and slow and powerful, hands exploring each other's nude backs as they lay against each other on the floor, legs entwining and feet brushing. One of Jen's hands found Caitlin's center and probed inside, and Caitlin shrieked, ill-prepared for the touch. "Sorry!"
"No, no," she laughed. "B-but... I've got such an... itch..."
"Can we? At the same time?"
"How can we do that?" she whispered fearfully, her hand tracing its way along Jen's cleavage. "I... you don't have... and neither do I. How does it work?"
"I have an idea."
"Uh-oh..."
Jen grinned. "No, relax - I think this one'll work out pretty well for us." She reached into the cooler and came back with a round, bright-yellow lemon. "See?"
"Not really," Caitin said with a shrug. But when she put the fruit up to the surface of herself, she hissed, "What the hell are you doing with that?! It's FOOD!"
"It's so hard," she panted as she thrust one of the pointy ends into herself, shivering all over. "And- okay, I know I'll never be able to fit it in there, but it doesn't feel half bad!"
"You're leaving it halfway out," she breathed. "Which means... you want me t-to-"
"That's the idea."
Swallowing hard, striving to wrap her mind around this scheme, Caitlin sidled forward and fit her legs around Jen's, arranging herself in the most likely position to make this work. Then she inched forward, trapping the fruit between their bodies... shoving it the slightest bit inside herself.
"OOH!" Caitlin yelled. "It's- wow, that feels good! I mean, not as good as your fingers, but not half bad!"
"Caitlin!" Jen panted madly. "God, this is awesome, it's- MMHH, I can't believe we're both doing this so close together, against the same citrus!"
"This is, like, SCISSORING, isn't it?"
It hadn't taken Jen long to begin tugging on her nipples again. "Ahh! Y-yeah! Except with an additional sphere!"
For a long few minutes filled with extreme pleasure, neither of them could find any words to speak; perhaps it was because a part of them had realized exactly what they had progressed toward in such a short span of time. Perhaps every sensation was too intense to put into words, and therefore they stopped bothering. Jen knew she wasn't going to last long, even after so recent a climax; everything was too hot, too deplorable and insanely sensual - and once they had stopped torturing each other, she was unable to feel guilt over their actions, their desires. Shocks radiated up from between them, and Jen clamped down on the fruit with renewed vigor, hooked one of her ankles around Caitlin's shoulder to draw them closer in, rub themselves more and more raw. It seemed to Jen as if the lemon were slowly shrinking as they stretched to accomidate it, bridging the gap between their soaked cunts.
"NYAAH!" she yipped. "It's.... OHHH, Jen! It's so much huger than before!"
Normally, Jen might have stated that "huger" was not a word, but she was distracted; Caitlin's perfect little toes had appeared before her, bouncing up and down inches from her face as they ground into one another, into their lemon. Not a cuticle out of place, no wart or callous or other such imperfection; a simple clear-coat. Maybe she could just...
"WWHA- what's THAT?! Jen, don't put th-those in your mouth, they're d-dirty! I walk on them!"
"MnnhhMMHH!" she moaned with such earnest enjoyment that Caitlin didn't press the point any longer. It was like the next best thing to actually kissing her; better than eating her ass. Jen had always had a gripping fear of fellatio, that she would gag from the sheer size, trying to force something like that down her throat. Yet here Caitlin seemed to have five miniature cocks of non-threatening size at the end of her leg, all squirming against her tongue, all salty and rounded and excuisite. She had three in there - maybe four, it was so hard to tell with them being so tiny. Her pussy was filled, and she could feel strong arms encircling one of her legs. She was in nirvana.
Then, as she was coming to the final shockwave, she felt it - the lemon slipped a fraction of an inch. Their lower lips were touching.
"OH JEN!" Caitlin screamed. "It's you! I f-feel you, you're so warm, so wet! I feel you around the lemon!"
"Mmmh!" she moaned out, unwilling to release the toes from within her head. "HnnHHHH!!"
"Yeah, yeah! MORE! I want all of you! I WANT YOU!"
At this point, Caitlin gave a mighty thrust, trying to fuse them together more, striving forward, and she succeeded; their lemon was suddenly so insignificant with pliable folds of sensitive rose petals touching. Jen's mind went blank.
"NHHMMMMMMMNNAAAHHAAHAAA!!!"
"JENNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
Shiver after shiver eminated from within her cunt, rippling over her, destroying her sanity as her spine tingled. Thigh muscles ached, her breasts swayed through the air; the one she hadn't released to hold Caitlin's ankle steady was still in her vice grip. She felt a toenail stabbing the roof of her mouth, and the roiling of a pool of urine in her stomach, and she could give a flying fuck. It was all so perfect that she wouldn't change any aspect, not for anything.
A few seconds ticked by as the room was filled with the sound of desperate oxygenating. Caitlin's toes withdrew from her mouth and she let them go, and then they scooted apart to examine the damage.
"It's... more in you than in me," Caitlin whispered. "You... want me to take it-"
"No, don't touch it," Jen laughed. "I... God, I don't even think I can touch it for a few days! Here, I'll get it- NAAAH! OW, that SUCKED!"
"Sorry! It was that last push at the end, it really did a number on you, it looks like!"
Jen's eyes were watering from the sudden release; it had been lodged in there far tighter than she'd surmised. She stared in wonder at how agape her pussy was, then looked over into Caitlin's - and saw the blood for the first time. "WHAT THE- YOU'RE BLEEDING!"
"Yeah," Caitlin whispered, coming over all bashful. "Umm... see, Jen-"
"You were a VIRGIN?!" she hissed, completely flabbergasted. One of her hands drifted down and brushed the lemon, the red droplets clinging to its pitted skin. It was like something from another planet, alien; it didn't belong in their presence. "How?! You were so in control, and you- there's no way you never- AUGH, this is so impossible!"
"It's not. I just... well, I hardly ever jill off, and I've never used tampons, just pads... and, um... okay, I know most girls my age lost their cherry long ago for one reason or another, but please, don't freak out!"
Jen shook her head, squeezing her arms around her abdomen. "But I... took your virginity! With a LEMON! How can you ever forgive me for doing something like- for- Caitlin, I suck!"
"Enough," she snorted, grabbing Jen and pulling her into a tight hug as they fell to the side, sprawled on the cold floor. "You're a good friend of mine, right? I have no problem losing it to you. Better than with a total stranger, some boy on prom who I'll never see again."
"Yeah... too bad we had to do so many mean things to each other on the night you-"
"SHUSH," she commanded. "I'm serious, let's never talk about that stuff again, I... why did we do it? No part of me really wanted to shove a toothbrush up your butt!"
Jen felt skeptical of that last comment. "NO part of you?" She was rewarded by a pregnant pause. "Thought so."
"But I didn't! N-no... not until after you ate mine out. That felt so awesome to me, and I figured you liked the taste enough, so... I'll admit, I meant to freak you out by having you clean it, to get revenge. Horrible, I know."
"Not any worse than what I did to you, forcing you to drink both our pee, and- and almost killing you." Jen's tears resurfaced anew. "That, I can never forgive myself for. Even if you do, I won't."
"I'm asking you to, though," she said softly, fawning over her long, flowing tresses, smiling weakly. "We'll forget that, and I'll forget how I... completely robbed you of all self-esteem. It's gonna keep me up nights, the way you offered to- well, you wanted me to- and THAT is just SICK!"
"I would have, though," she admitted. Her cheeks burned; it was very true. It might have been so bad it would make her vomit, but she was fully prepared to go forward. "For you. To balance the scales."
"There's no scales, Jen. Not for you and me. No keeping score, okay?"
"Okay."
And they were drifting away into slumberland. Jen took for herself a moment to relish the sensation of legs against legs, of their chests pressed together - but she had no more energy than that. So, with a brief kiss on the cheek of her companion, she succumbed.
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END PART 2
(Part 3 is just wrapping up the plot... stay tuned if you like WAFF!)