by Yeva Wiest
(04/09/08)

I looked once more into her tiny vapid eyes before I struggled out from under the covers. Those eyes were full of disdain. Hell, they were haughty. Too often she had looked at me like that. Like she didn't give a rat's ass if I went to work or not -- like she really didn't care if I lived or died. That look made me feel so worthless sometimes, but then there were those other times...those times I knew if she would lay her hard little hand across my ass, I'd be on top of the world. She held her little hand so tight, so cupped. Molded.

I wondered if I dared peek under the hem of her black-and-white-checked mini-skirt. Today she wore the matching jacket with it and a cherry red spandex top underneath. Her accessories were perfectly matched.

I dared. Running an index finger up the sleek hardness of her left calf and her thigh, I edged the skirt a little higher. She wasn't wearing any panties. I knew she wouldn't be, but of course, I had to check. I turned her around and lifted the back of the skirt. Her buttocks, with their perfect cleft, caused my clit to harden.

"Are you looking under that doll's dress again?" my lover asked from the depths of our bed.

"Maybe...Why?"

"Because," she said, "I'm starting to get jealous."

"Of Babs?" I was incredulous. "I've had my Babs doll for over twenty years."

I turned to look at Brandi. She was so beautiful. Blonde, bright green eyes, perfect figure, she looked just like my Babs. Thankfully, she was smiling, so I knew she wasn't really angry. Okay, maybe a tiny bit miffed, but still amused. Amused was good. Babs always looked slightly amused, too.

Brandi scooted across the bed and hugged me from behind. She wrapped her long firm legs around me. Idly I stroked Babs' long blonde hair. Brandi played with the inside of my naked thigh.

"Hey, that tickles," I said and swatted at her hand with Babs.

"I told you I'm jealous," Brandi said. "You're always looking under Babs' skirt. Why don't you peep under my skirt sometime?"

"You have a skirt?"

I turned in her arms. She kissed my nose. I closed my eyes, imagining Brandi in a skirt.

"Of course I have a skirt, dummy," she said. "I just never wear stuff like that anymore."

Holding Babs up near my face so she could see Brandi better, I stared at first one beautiful blonde and then the other.

"Well, so you have a dress?" I said. Then I looked at Babs. She looked as though she didn't believe a word of it.

"What do you think, Babs?" I asked. "Do you think Brandi has a dress?"

Babs shook her little head.

"Arrgh!" Brandi screamed and grabbed Babs. "That's it. No more Babs. The end." She took Babs and marched toward the kitchen. A few seconds later, I heard a whirring sound and then a bumping, chopping noise.

Suddenly, I envisioned Babs in the Cuisinart. Mentally, I saw Babs' little head go flying as the blades of the food processor chopped into her precious plastic body. "Babs!" I screamed and chased after Brandi.

Babs looked at me from her perch atop the refrigerator as if to say, "Why are you always so freaked out about everything?"

Brandi gave me the same look and dumped more carrots in the food processor to make juice. My stomach turned with the blades as they beat at the bright orange carrots, pulverizing them into mush. Brandi poured the juice into two small glasses and then handed one to me.

"Chill out," she said. "You are way too stressed."

I looked at Babs. She seemed to say, "I can't believe you drink that stuff."

Brandi pulled me close and gave me a carroty kiss. The vegetable juice tasted crisp and cold on her lips. Eagerly, I lapped it. Her tongue was icy; it gave me a shiver when she plunged it into my mouth. Hard, at first, and then more seductively, she let her tongue roam my mouth. Stroking my tongue, licking my lips, kissing me deeply, she melted me. For a moment, I forgot all about Babs. Everything was about Brandi.

But when we finished kissing, I could feel Babs looking at us. I tried my best to concentrate on playing with Brandi's nipples, but I could feel Babs' little eyes watching. I could almost feel her little hand itching to spank me for my indiscretion -- making love in front of her. I glanced up at her. Sure enough: she was looking at me. That way.

Brandi noticed. She grabbed Babs and stuck her into the freezer.

"What are you doing?" I cried. "Babs hates being cold!"

"If Babs isn't more careful," Brandi said, "she is going to wind up in a large silver receptacle outside my front door." Brandi banged on the refrigerator door. "Got that, Babs?"

Babs, of course, remained silent. Unlike me, she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Not that it ever really opened...

"Brandi," I started.

She shook her head. "Go take a shower." She pointed at the kitchen door. "I've had enough of you and Babs this morning."

I stood looking at the freezer door. Babs was in there!

"Go," my lover said.

I looked at Brandi. She wasn't kidding, so I decided it was high time I took my shower and headed for work. I'd rescue Babs later. I took one last look at the freezer door and left the room.

Steaming hot, the water splashed across my shoulders. I stuck my head under the shower nozzle and let hot jets of water play through my hair and the delicious foam of shampoo. I stroked my scalp through my short black curls. The combination of warm water and slick soap made me loose and languid. I stretched and curled under the pulsing fingers of the water. Alternately, the water stung hard against me, and then gently washed away its sting. I let it beat against my breasts. My nipples lifted to the stream of the easy assault. I closed my eyes, enjoying the shower, the peaceful cocoon of warmth and water.

A clatter on the glass shower door interrupted my musings. My breath caught hard in my chest, and I whirled around in the stream of water. I could see flashes of something flesh-colored and hard beating against the glass. My hand shaking, I wiped away the steamy fog covering the glass to see Babs hitting against the glass with her stiff little hand. Suddenly, her face appeared pressed against the glass. Her eyes looked wild.

She went at it again. Banging. Hitting at the door. Scaring me with her ferocity. Another larger hand joined Babs' against the pane. It was Brandi's. Brandi and Babs beat against the shower door -- demanding entrance.

The water pressure increased. I could feel the pulse of the water match their rapping against the glass. Involuntarily, I stepped back and slipped on the soap. I whirled around and clutched the wall, trying with all my might to keep my footing.

The door of the shower flew open, blasting me with cold air. My body was immediately covered in goosebumps. I grabbed my wash cloth like a shield against the intruders. Brandi and Babs stood staring at me with large vapid eyes. Their faces were expressionless. Each was wearing only a tight short denim skirt. Brandi's skirt was almost identically matched by Babs'. Both skirts were low-cut and tight fitting. Neither figure wore shoes. It was a shock to see Babs without her customary high heels. Her tiny feet were poised in anticipation of her heels.

Brandi's nipples were large and dark. Babs' chest, always full but usually colorless, sported huge brown nipples. I was instantly excited at the new frontal accessory.

My nipples hardened in response. Brandi noticed my reaction. She smiled, and Babs almost smiled, too. I looked from one to another.

"You want to look under girl's skirts?" Brandi asked.

I nodded.

"Then look," Brandi said.

I started to kneel, so that I could look under her skirt. She stopped me, holding my arm and shoving Babs in my face. "Hers first."

I looked into Brandi's eyes. She meant business. I swallowed and licked my lips. Carefully, I tried to take Babs from her. She resisted.

"I've got her," she said. "You just look."

I pushed up Babs' skirt and looked under it.

"She's wearing panties!" I said.

"That's right, and she'll keep wearing them from now on."

"Okay." I nodded wondering where this was headed.

"Now, look under my skirt," Brandi demanded.

I knelt in front of her, hoping like hell she wasn't wearing panties. Hot water streamed down my back, splashing onto Brandi and wetting the rug outside the shower door. She never moved. Water ran in rivulets from my hair obscuring my vision. I brushed it back, and tried to wipe the moisture from my fingers onto my knees.

"Look," she said.

The edge of her skirt was getting wet. I tried to lift it with a finger, but it was snug against her hips. My hands shaking, I eased it up from the sides to reveal Brandi's pussy -- clean shaven and gleaming. I came. My pussy clenched in quick response. My breath exploded against her skin. I reached to pull her close to my mouth. Brandi pushed me away, and I fell back onto the shower floor.

"No you don't," she said. She tapped her foot and looked down on me. She held Babs up, so that she could see me, too.

"What do you think, Babs? Don't you think she has been a bad, bad girl, always looking under doll's skirts?"

Babs, damn her, looked in agreement with Brandi.

"Turn over on your hands and knees," Brandi said.

Incredulously, I looked at them. Water was pouring all over me. And it was starting to get cold. Brandi and Babs didn't seem to notice.

"Can we turn off the water first? Honey?" I asked.

They looked at me as though I had lost my mind. "We don't think so," Brandi said.

I bent over feeling the grid of the tile work beneath my knees. The surface of the one-inch squares of tile felt smooth, but the joints between each soft blue tile felt rough, bumpy. I tried to grip the floor. To hold on. I had no idea what was coming, but I could feel a force growing behind me.

And then...Babs' freezing little hand slapped hard against my ass. I slid forward. It came again, and I moved into the corner of the shower. I looked back in time to see it come again. Spanking my butt.

"Turn back around," Brandi said, and I did.

Over and over, I could feel Babs striking me. At first, I couldn't move away, and then I didn't want to move away. I could feel the tingle of her hair against my backside as she slapped against me. Desire built. I anticipated each and every hit, and with each one, I wanted the next one even more. My rear grew tender. The water grew colder still. Babs' hand would descend again. And again.

My pussy felt ready to explode. I needed something to take me over the edge. And then, with one final swat, Brandi moved closer behind me and slapped me hard with her hand. I started moaning.

"Not without me inside you, you don't," Brandi said. She moved on top of me. Behind me. And pushed her hand inside me. Deeper and deeper she thrust with one hand, while she continued to spank me with her other. Relentlessly, she fucked me and spanked me.

The lips of my cunt closed around her hand. It began to suck her in and out. Taking. Coming. Exploding.

Spent, I collapsed on the shower floor. The water eased its freezing attack, and then the flow ceased. My breath shook inside my chest. I lay still.

Brandi wrapped me with a towel and helped me to my feet. She led me into the bedroom and tucked me into bed. The warmth of the covers enveloped me. I felt her kiss my cheek. She put Babs onto the nightstand beside the bed.

"I'll make you some white tea," she said and left.

I stretched out in the bed, feeling the covers soft against my body. My arms pushed out in a long lazy stretch. Smiling, I glanced around the beautiful room. All was right with my world.

From the nightstand, Babs looked at me. Her face wore such a satisfied smile. Her little hand was lifted in a salute. Her little hand. So hard. So perfectly molded.

I pulled her from the nightstand, and chanced a glance -- just one peek -- under her skirt.

"Ah-ha!" said Brandi from the doorway.

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