Starting from Scratch Ch. 04

Once he finished squirting the last of his seed into her garden Thomas withdrew and pulled Margaret up to stand next to him. He led her to the river and found a slow-moving pool. It was shallow and warmer than the rest of the river. Sitting down, the water covered him to the shoulders and he had Margaret sit on his lap facing him. She snuggled in close and rested there until he felt his arousal climb again and his dick started whacking her pussy-lips.

"I think your little man wants in," Margaret purred into his chest.

"I know he does," Thomas retorted.

She chuckled but soon he felt her hand slide down between them and guide his dick back inside her. As she slid her vagina down his length and enjoyed the stretch of his girth, Thomas said, "You know, seeing how we haven't used contraceptives since we started having sex..."

Margaret pulled away so fast that Thomas was taken by surprise. Her expression was pure worry, and as she covered his mouth, he began to worry that he had said something wrong.

"Shhh, don't say it!" She hissed, "Don't jinx it!"

Thomas was bewildered as he mumbled through her fingers, "Jinx what?"

Margaret's eyes pleaded with him until finally, he nodded. She smiled and bit her lip, and then she threw her arms around him and hugged him and kissed him as soundly as he ever had been.

A few minutes passed and then Margaret started rocking her pelvis, grinding her pussy on his dick, and as she did her gasping and sighing became mewling cries and exultant wails. She climaxed over and over as she made him cum again and again. He filled her up with his seed and as they made love, his seed leaked out and was carried away by the river.

Thomas and Margaret made love many more times before the sun finally set. They had time to dry off and then they lay there and watched the stars come out. There wasn't any real conversation, just sweet nothings and many many I love you's, and then they got up, folded the quilt, and went home.

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The house was quiet when they pulled up. The lights were off. Margaret led the way around to the back door and they took off their boots and dropped their clothes in the hamper.

"Do you want to take a quick shower," Margaret asked in a whisper, "Or would you rather was off and then take a nice long soak in the big bath?"

Thomas appeared to be thinking about it, but a second later he replied, "After the cold river, I think I would like to warm up my bones."

"I seem to remember your bone being plenty hot," She purred as she reached down and caressed him and fondled his balls.

"True," He chuckled, "Now it's the rest of me that needs to warm up."

Margaret laughed and then pulled his dick as she led him along to the bathing room. They were turning into the bathing room when a bedroom door opened and Leslie popped her head out and said, "Marg, is that you?"

"Yes hun," Marg answered.

"Do you mind talking with me for a while," Leslie asked as she padded over on bare feet.

She was in a thin white nightgown that tented over her humongous breasts making her a large formless rectangle. Only, the light from her room backlit her nightgown and cast a silhouette of her shapely body. It was beyond words. Her breasts were so large and well hung for their size. Her ribs tapered to a waist that was incredibly slim before sweeping out to vase-like hips, hip-dips, and thighs. And her inner thighs met at her pussy back giving the light that showed through the appearance of an upside-down wine glass.

Then, Leslie saw Thomas.

She stared at his eyes before her gaze fell to his naked shoulders, his chest, and her abdomen, and she froze when she saw his long, erect, dick and the swollen pink scrotum that swung beneath it. She made a strangled sound. Her hands flew up to cover her breasts. Her face blanched, and then she turned to Margaret. Her lips trembled as they moved silently. When she finally found her voice again she gasped, "I'm so sorry!" Then spun on her heel and rushed back to her room and slammed the door in her haste.

Margaret stared after her friend for a second or two, and then she turned and looked Thomas up and down. She smiled. He was very impressive. Patting his hand, she said, "Give me a minute, hun. Go wash up and get in the tub. I will be with you in a moment."

He stared down at her with so much love for her and concern for Leslie she found her motor heating up all over again. She would have him again before the night was done, but for now, she needed to squelch the arousal moistening her pussy and concentrate on her friend.

"You know where to find me," He said, and then he left.

Approaching Leslie's door, she knocked once and then entered. Leslie lay across her bed with her face on a pillow. Her back heaved, bouncing the bed and her well-rounded ass-cheeks slightly. A flash of her college days in SCU danced across her vision, and a young girl, Julia Griffin. They had a lot of fun together. Julia was an out-and-out lesbian, and proud of it. She was also convinced that Margaret was one too, and so for a whole year, Julia and Margaret explored their sexuality. Julia was built very much like Leslie. She sported 38i-cup breasts, she had a surprisingly small waist, and her hips and ass were thirty-eight-inches around. Now that she thought about it, Margaret wondered at the nearly instant liking she had taken to Leslie ten years ago.

After a year of Julia and Margaret doing things together that would make Thomas blush, Margaret stopped. She was married to George, and even though he had been supportive, she was still suspicious that he had harbored hopes that she would invite Julia into their marriage. It was educational though. She found out two things about herself:

First, she preferred men over women.

Second, she was definitely bisexual.

Closing the door behind her, Margaret approached Leslie. Placing her hand on Leslie's nearest buttock she shook her as she said, "Hey, what going on?"

"I'm sorry," Leslie cried, "I didn't mean to see him like that!"

"Who? Thomas?" Margaret asked, "Don't worry about it. The next morning after he came to live with me he got up when I did and walked out on me as I was going to the restroom. He scared me so bad I nearly pee'd myself. Anyway, I told him like I'm gonna tell you now, I walk around my house naked. Usually, after everyone has gone to bed. However, if you decide to get up afterward, well, you get what you get. Which is an eye full of me!"

"That's fine," Leslie said as she twisted around to sit on her bed. She sniffled and wiped her face with a handkerchief, then she patted the bed for Margaret to sit in front of her, "But what about Thomas? Is what I just saw going to be a usual thing around here? Marg, I have teenage daughters. They can't be exposed to that!"

Margaret reached over and patted Leslie's thigh reassuringly as she said, "I promise that I will do everything I can to protect those girls and you. However, this is now a family of seven in one house with one full bathroom and a bathing room. Accidents might happen, but Thomas and I will do everything we can to minimize those oopsies. Okay?"

Leslie nodded.

"Now," Margaret asked as she scooted closer and took Leslie's hands in hers, "What's wrong? What did you want to talk about when we came home?"

Leslie turned her head away and looked over her right shoulder. It was a defensive poster denoting discomfort with her feelings and with what was on her mind. To comfort her, Margaret let go and got up from where she was sitting on the bed. Leslie's head whipped around in worry that she was leaving, but Margaret calmly walked around the bed opposite of Leslie and climbed back on. She laid down and then motioned for Leslie to lay down beside her. Once Leslie did, Margaret moved in and wrapped her friend in a hug, and cuddled up until they were honeymoon hugging.

"Relax, Leslie, I love you," Margaret purred, "Quit stressing and share with me what's got you so upset."

It was several minutes before Leslie relaxed, in the meantime, Margaret snuggled her face into Leslie's cleavage and listened to her heart thunder in her chest.

"I'm scared all the time, Marg," Leslie confessed as she tightened her arms around Margaret's head pulling her deeper into her cleavage, "I am morbidly afraid of Larry, and what he will do if he gets out of jail. Also, I feel safe with you, but I'm scared of Thomas. Part of me is so jealous of you. He seems to be a truly wonderful man. Part of me wishes he was mine. I'm sorry Marg, I know that is horrible of me! But there it is. I love him and I am scared to death of him! I mean, what if he is just like Larry? I know you don't believe me, but Larry used to be a nice guy. He used to... love me! And look at how that has turned out..."

There was a long mournful silence as Leslie came to terms with what she confessed.

"He said the most beautiful things to me the other night on the drive home," Leslie continued.

"What did he say?" Margaret mumbled into Leslie's breasts.

There was a dreamy timbre to her voice as Leslie answered, "He said he thought I deserved to be respected and loved unreservedly and passionately. He said I didn't deserve what happened to me. Part of me knows he's right, but another part screams at me in Larry's voice telling me that I'm not. That I'm a whore, and a bitch, and I deserved everything he did to me. Marg, I am so scared that Larry and that voice in my head are right! That I am unloved and unlovable!"

Margaret finally pulled her head out of Leslie's cleavage and said, "Leslie. My sweet, beautiful Leslie. Please believe me when I say that Larry is a dirty rotten liar! And so is that Larry voice in your head. Thomas is right. You do deserve to be respected and loved, and you are! I love you. Thomas loves you. Your dad loves you. Harlow and Val love you. Your daughters love you! So many people love you, Leslie. Please, don't let one angry, abusive man convince you otherwise!"

"I'm scared, Marg," Leslie whimpered, "I'm scared of hurting you. I'm scared of being hurt. I'm scared I'll never love again. I'm scared that if I open up and love again that it will happen again!"

Margaret squeezed Leslie so tight Leslie's breasts enveloped her head as a couple of her ribs popped. Leslie grunted, but then she was squeezing Margaret's head between her breasts just as fiercely. Margaret gasped for air by the time Leslie relaxed her hold, and then she moved back and she was looking at Leslie's eyes. Then she asked, "Leslie, why are you scared of hurting me?"

Leslie's breath caught and she looked away.

"Hmm," Margaret persisted.

"I... I'm scared of him. I don't trust him, and yet, I like him... a lot," Leslie confessed before moving to cover her face with her hands.

"Who," Margaret asked.

"Thomas," Leslie mumbled through her hands, "I mean, I won't do anything. I promise! I would never jeopardize our relationship, Marg. But, if he approached me... I don't think I could resist him!"

Leslie cringed as she waited for Margaret's reaction. The hardy belly laugh that resounded through the room before she muffled it by burying her head in Leslie's cleavage was not what she expected. She truly looked perplexed when Margaret lifted her head and said, "Oh, hell, that was a good laugh!"

"Marg," Leslie said, "I don't think you understand. I'm scared of hurting you, but I think I have feelings for Thomas, and I'm scared of that too!"

Margaret wiped her eyes but continued to chuckle. Leslie watched her with concern, and Margaret loved her all the more for it, and then she lifted her hand to Leslie's face and she caressed it as she moved a long lock of glossy black hair off of her coppery skin. She traced Leslie's ear and then followed the contour of her jaw down to her chin. Margaret traced the vermillion border of Leslie's overly plump lips, and then she brushed her cheek with the back of her fingers. Leslie was all bruises and swelling at the moment, but she was, and always would be, beautiful.

"I'm not upset," She whispered as she caressed Leslie's cheek, "Do you want to know why?"

Leslie nodded.

Margaret surged forward and she planted her mouth on Leslie's succulent lips. Her hand covered Leslie's breast and her knee pressed in between Leslie's thighs as she rolled the buxom woman onto her back. The kiss lasted for eternity and seconds. Margaret suckled Leslie's bottom lip and then her tongue caressed her top. She explored Leslie's mouth with her tongue, and then, slowly, Leslie started kissing back.

One minute Leslie was shocked out of her mind, and then suddenly her hands were everywhere. She cupped Margaret's much smaller breasts. She caressed her flawless ivory skin. She ran her hands down and grabbed handfuls of Margaret's ass. It felt similar to when she pinched herself, usually critically, but with Margaret, it was all new and exotic and exciting!

Leslie was loving Margaret, she was being loved in return, and she felt safe. That was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long long time.

Leslie's hand found Margaret's pussy, and it was so soft and smooth and perfect. Her fingers glided across Margaret's silky smoothness and her fingers found her slit. Before she knew it she slid a finger between Margaret's pussy-lips and when she withdrew it, it came away wet. Margaret pulled away and watched as Leslie brought her hand up to her nose and inhaled Margaret's aroma. It was intoxicating. Leslie looked at her finger and she saw that it was covered in the creamy aftermath of Margaret and Thomas's union.

"Did you and Thomas have sex tonight," She asked in a whisper.

"Yes," Margaret replied, "Lots of sex."

Leslie nodded, and then she plunged her finger into her mouth and sucked all of Thomas's sperm and Margaret's lubrication off.

Margaret watched Leslie as she twisted her finger in her mouth, and then she said, "So, now you know my secret. I'm bisexual. I didn't realize this until just now though, but all these years when I've told you that I love you... What I meant was, 'I love you!' So, I know that Thomas is a big question mark for you. You love him, but you're scared to trust him. I get it. So how about you start with me? Love me, Leslie, and trust me. For you, to have you in my life Leslie, I am willing to share Thomas with you. Is that a deal?"

Leslie looked dazed, and then amazed. Her expression went from perplexed to smiling exuberantly as she crooned, "We will be sister-wives except that we will love each other more!"

She pulled Margaret in for another crushing, booby suffocating, hug as she said, "Yes! Yes, I want to be with you and Thomas, forever!"

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Cheyenne was too restless to sleep. The day's events had her overstimulated and excited. The relief she felt for finally being free and away from Larry was so tremendous she couldn't even quantify it. Truthfully, she regretted leaving her school. She had a couple of dear friends, and she would miss them dearly.

She heard the door close when aunt Marg came home with that Thomas guy. He seemed nice, but then most guys did at first. Then all they wanted was to get into her pants and then after that, well, mama wasn't the only one Larry abused. So far, not many guys had proved to her that they were any better specimens of humanity than Larry. It was like every guy in school could smell sex on her, and they wanted it.

Yesterday was her first time meeting this Thomas fellow, and she had her reservations. Guys were guys, and they all wanted one thing. Aunt Margaret seemed to love and trust him though.

Margaret and Thomas's footsteps padded down the hallway. They were headed to the bathing room. Her mother's feet suddenly hit the wood floor and she hurried to her bedroom door.

"Marg, is that you?" Her mother whispered loud enough to be heard by everyone awake.

"Yes hun," Came Marg's response.

"Do you mind talking with me for a while?" Her mother asked in a pitiful voice as padded down the hallway.

There was a long silence, and then her mother gasped, "I'm so sorry!"

Her mother's feet thumped down the hallway at a run for her room. The door slammed and there was a squeak from the bed before Cheyenne heard her mother crying. Cheyenne almost got up and ran to her door to demand what was going on that would cause her mother to cry so, but then she heard aunt Margaret say, "Give me a minute, hun. Go wash up and get in the tub. I will be with you in a moment."

"You know where to find me," Thomas said, and then she heard him walk down to the bathing room.

Aunt Marg's footsteps thumped down to her mother's room. There was a knock. The door squealed just a bit as the door opened and closed. Aunt Marg's footfalls moved across the room.

"Hey, what's going on?" Aunt Marg asked in a low enough voice that Cheyenne had to, as quietly as she could, leave her bed and tiptoe to the connecting wall between her and her mother.

"I'm sorry," Her mother cried, "I didn't mean to see him like that!"

'Who?' Cheyenne wondered, 'Thomas?'

"Who? Thomas?" Aunt Marg asked, "Don't worry about it. The next morning after he came to live with me he got up when I did and walked out on me as I was going to the restroom. He scared me so bad I nearly pee'd myself. Anyway, I told him like I'm gonna tell you now, I walk around my house naked. Usually, after everyone has gone to bed. However, if you decide to get up afterward, well, you get what you get. Which is an eye full of me!"

"That's fine," Her mom said as she sniffled, "But what about Thomas? Is what I just saw going to be a usual thing around here? Marg, I have teenage daughters. They can't be exposed to that!"

'So it was Thomas! What did he do? Scumbag! Just like all the others.'

"I promise," Aunt Marg reassured, "That I will do everything I can to protect those girls and you. However, this is now a family of seven in one house with one full bathroom and a bathing room. Accidents might happen, but Thomas and I will do everything we can to minimize those oopsies. Okay?"

There was a long pause.

"Now," Aunt Marg continued, "What's wrong? What did you want to talk about when we came home?"

There was another long pause.

"Relax, Leslie, I love you," Aunt Marg purred, "Quit stressing and share with me what's got you so upset."

The silence returned, but then her mom said, "I'm scared all the time, Marg. I am morbidly afraid of Larry..."

Cheyenne listened quietly to everything Aunt Marg and her mother said. She lost interest in most of it and almost dozed off while standing. She caught herself an inch from her head hitting the wall and giving her eavesdropping away. Then, she heard the most startling thing she ever heard.

"...I mean, I won't do anything. I promise," Her mom was saying, "I would never jeopardize our relationship, Marg. But, if he approached me... I don't think I could resist him!"

Suddenly Aunt Marg was laughing as she purred, "Oh, hell, that was a good laugh!"

"Marg," Her mom said, her tone perplexed, "I don't think you understand. I'm scared of hurting you, but I think I have feelings for Thomas, and I'm scared of that too!"

"I'm not upset," She heard her aunt Marg whisper, "Do you want to know why?"

There was another long silence, and then Cheyenne heard... kissing, and moaning. The springs of the bed shifted, and the moaning continued!

"Did you and Thomas have sex tonight," She heard her mom whispered.

"Yes," Aunt Marg replied, "Lots of sex."

More silence, and then aunt Marg whispered, "So, now you know my secret. I'm bisexual. I didn't realize this until just now though, but all these years when I've told you that I love you... What I meant was, 'I love you!' So, I know that Thomas is a big question mark for you. You love him, but you're scared to trust him. I get it. So how about you start with me? Love me, Leslie, and trust me. For you, to have you in my life Leslie, I am willing to share Thomas with you. Is that a deal?"