Terry’s pink mobile kept bouncing on the bed and I nearly missed how she moved her hand out of her purple panties, which clearly showed a dark spot.

“What?”

She managed to shout at me and sniff at her fingers at the same time.

“Is it true, that Mrs. Kahn will close your pussy, when she takes out Anna‘s stitches today?”

Terry’s face changed from anger to panic in seconds.

“Who told you …”

“I heard Mommy say that if you don’t stop with these nasty things she will have you sewn shut and your hole won’t be bigger than mine. And taking boys’ peckers in your mouth is a nasty thing, isn’t it?”

Her green eyes were big as cartwheels and full of fear and I knew I had her.

“But I won’t say anything, if you show me yours.”

“Show you what?”

She was stalling for time.

“If you show me your pussy, I show you, what Anna did with mine.”

It was obvious that she bit her tongue to prevent the usual ‘As if I would care’ escape her pretty mouth. Instead she stood in front of me and lowered her panties while lifting her mini skirt.

“Wow, you’ve got a big bush.”

I didn’t know, what impressed me more: this orange jungle or the gusset of her panties, which was caked with her white stuff.

“Mom doesn’t allow me to shave it like all the other girls, because she doesn’t want them to see that I look different down there.”

“But I can’t see anything.”

Her usual mock despair sigh and shake of her long russet hairs was cut short, when she saw my determined face. She sat back on the bed, put up her legs and parted her bush. There it was: Terry’s wet pink hole. But I couldn’t see any scars, so I knelled in front of her to have a closer look. Her smell was strong and reminded me of how Mommy smells when she comes home in the morning and still cuddles with me before sending me off to school. Now I saw the two thin white lines left and right of her hole, which however was blocked by a thin whitish pink skin, which had a small hole in the middle.

“I can see your …don’t know, Anna said something like ‘Amen’.”

“Hymen, dummy. And when you break it, you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Is that, why Mommy says, you have to keep it to fetch a good price?”

She looked really worried, when I asked that, so I looked back at her pussy.

“May I touch it?”

“Are you a lesbo … Ok, go ahead.”

She even smiled and made a little sigh, when I touched the skin above her pee hole. I felt a ridge and then I saw the thin line with the little points.

“It’s beautiful, all smooth.”

We both giggled and that made me feel all sisterly.

“Who did it? Mrs. Kahn?”

“No, Mary.”

We both looked worried at each other. There was one strict rule in the house: Never mention her name.

“You won’t tell?”

I shook my head so strong that my hair covered my face. It was as if I wanted to shake her name away. It made me feel all woozy. I looked at Terry through my hair curtain. I didn’t want to move them away. I wanted to keep my finger at Terry’s pussy and my other hand … pinching my nipple. I hadn’t even noticed that I was doing it. That’s when Terry stroked the hair out of my face and took it between her hands.

“I tell you, but if you tell anyone else … I crawl into your bed one night and bite yours off.”

The way she looked, I was convinced that she actually would do it. I felt my pussy getting tight. Her face was close and I saw her sharp teeth and for a short moment I actually hoped she would do it.

“Not even Anna.”

I nodded and took a breath. I must have stopped breathing the moment Terry mentioned her name. Somehow it didn’t hurt so much, when everything stopped: Breathing, thinking, feeling …

As long as I could remember she had always been there. Mommy worked at night and M … and she worked during the day. She was a nurse with a private doctor or so. She made us dinner and brought us to bed and told as bedtime stories. And when we had nightmares or were sick or … she was always there. Twice a week there was bath time, which I especially liked because Otto and me we always flooded the bathroom and we were allowed to wash each other down there and sometimes she would wash me and that felt even better and once she joined us in the bath tub and I could touch her boobs and … I remember now that I blow-dried her hair, also her black bush on top of her pussy and that I used the comb and there was this red knob and every time I touched it she shook and laughed and said something like ‘Greedy little bugger, you’ll be gone soon.’ Gee, that meant that …

“Terry to Joe, is someone in there?”

I didn’t know, what hurt more: The knuckles on my head or the recognition that she had cut Terry and …

“Do you want to hear the story? Or do you want to get all moony on me … because I mentioned her name? I know you liked her better than Mom, but she’s gone, so forget it.”

That was typical Terry, always the tough one. I felt like I wanted to cry like I did, when we moved to the new house after their big fight, and we were not allowed to mention her name anymore. And when Terry got punished because she was supposed to look after me and I had jumped on the bus to go back to our old house and the bus driver had alarmed Mommy. And then Terry never spoke to me again … until now.

“Sorry, I would really like to hear the story.”

My chest felt all tight, when I said that, and I knew that Terry must feel like that all the time and somehow that let the big knot in my throat go away.

“Ok. Mom and … she were drunk or stoned or I don’t know. You three were all on summer camp, but mine only started one week later. They were laughing and fooling around like they did sometimes, which always grossed me out, but I tried to concentrate on the soap anyway. Suddenly they sat left and right of me and started talking about me being old enough now and offered me something to drink, which looked and smelled like a Coca Rum. But it must have been something much stronger, because as soon as I had finished it, I couldn’t stop giggling and they had started kissing and stroking me and it felt like heaven and I’m sure I would have freaked out without that concoction.”

She used again one of these big words, but I bit my tongue and didn’t ask.

“Then they jumped up and said that they wanted to show me something really beautiful. And they took their shifts off, which was all they had on, and showed me their pussies and there was nothing there: They opened their lips and there was just their holes, no hoods, no flaps, no clits. And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Even as a kid I always had wrinkly skin between the lips. It always made a mess when peeing and the white stuff accumulated between those creases. And it got worse, when I hit ten or so, because suddenly everything seemed to grow and started smelling and yuk … I hated it. So seeing Mom and … it was like a revelation. So … I actually asked for it. I said: ‘Please Mom, I want to be as beautiful as you two.’ Can you imagine?”

Terry looked furious like having been betrayed … by herself.

“I was so stupid, I had no clue that it meant that I would never have an orgasm again. Although they kept saying things like ‘You will see it feels so much better to be in control, to not be a slave of your own need any more, to be just a hole to be filled.’ They had started putting candles everywhere and were singing and it was like an ancient celebration of womanhood and it felt so right and I was the centre of all this attention. I think I was really horny, because Mom had pulled my legs over the back of the couch and I remember that I could see my pussy wide open and it was wet and my hood had retracted and my clit was huge and peeking out. I wanted to play with it and at the same time I wanted it gone, because it was so big and ugly.”

Terry was talking all grown up and I didn’t understand half of it. But I could not take my eyes from her pussy, which peeked out between her drawn up legs and I tried to imagine a big clit showing, where there was now just a faint closed line visible between her orange hair.

“And then the burning feeling started and Mom put her hand over my mouth, while putting all her weight on my legs with her other arm. And I remember still wondering if that felt good or not, when I saw the blood and something silvery moving along my pussy lips and Ma … and she smiled at me and said: ‘Let’s disrobe that little girl cock of yours.’ It must have hurt like crazy, when she cut around my clit, but all I could think of was that I want to see how my clit looks without the skin. She managed to blot away all the blood and there it was: All red and swollen and standing straight up like a tin soldier, my clit. It looked huge like Otto’s little cock, when you played with it in the bath tub.”

“You knew?”

“Of course, silly. Anna and I always spied on you two. We liked seeing Otto’s cock grow. It looked so neat, when it stood all stiff away from his belly. And now I had a cock like Otto and it felt so wrong, like I was a deformed boy. And I pulled Mom’s hand away from my mouth and I must have cried because it was all wet and I said: ‘Take it away, take this ugly thing away, I don’t want to be a boy, make me a girl.’ And I kept saying ‘Make me a girl’, while Mary suddenly took it in her mouth and it felt like too much sweetness and then it felt like she was eating me alive and then like someone put a knife straight into my stomach. Mom told me later that I hadn’t made a noise, just bent back like a bow and looked at her with vacant eyes till they turned white. I don’t remember the stitching, only the hurt between my legs all the rest of the week and that I felt never happier in my life. They had me sleep with them and we would cuddle and I could play with their boobs and we would kiss and I was constantly horny, but I had no desire whatsoever to actually touch me down there. Just before I went to summer camp Mary took out my stitches and gave me instructions how to deal with the wounds and how to conceal them.”

“You keep saying her name.”

Terry looked at me with big eyes, her chin resting on her knees. Suddenly she opened them pressing them down into the bed, her pussy lips opening with a wet sound.

“Yes, I have enough of that pussy footing because of Mom’s stupid rules. It was my fault anyway that they had the big fight, so I might as well say her name.”

I must have looked at her in total shock.

“Stop looking at me like that. I came home from the camp horny as hell. Listening to the girls making love to each other, hearing their stories of their shenanigans with the boys, finding no relief in rubbing my scar, I was furious at Mary for having taken away my ability to come. So I threatened to tell our school nurse about the treatment and basically blackmailed her into experimenting on me ways which could bring me some kind of fun. Of course Mom found us and made a big scene accusing Mary of loving me more than her, of preferring a younger version of herself, finally calling Mary a paedophile. Mary confessed that I reminded her of Mom when they first met in school and that she loved me like her own daughter, but Mom didn’t even listen. She kicked her out and didn’t even allow her to say good bye to you three. Mary cried like a baby when she left.”

Terry had told it like she didn’t care, but her eyes were wet. Then she jumped up.

“Now I want to see yours.”

It was like someone had hit me on the head and I couldn’t think straight, so I just did what Terry told me. I sat back like her, exactly on the warm, wet spot, she had left on the bed and that made me feel suddenly all hot again.

“Better not let Mom find out that you’re not wearing panties … What the f… Are you crazy? Is that a safety pin in your clit? Anna must be out of her mind … Doesn’t that hurt?”

I nodded and looking at Terry’s shocked and excited face had me back in Terry’s room. Although part of me still was in our old house and with … Mary. Thinking about her didn’t hurt so much anymore. I smiled.

“Only a little now. And when my panties rub against it that feels really good and I always want to touch, but Anna told me I’m not allowed to, only she is. So I was running home from school really fast the last days and hoped that Anna would play with it. But I think putting pee on it also helped with the healing and Anna had said that I was allowed to do that, so in school I went to the loo all the time …”

I couldn’t stop talking. For once Terry actually listened to me. But then she pulled on the safety pin, before moving it up and down, and it felled like a hot metal threat was pushed into one ear and out the other, and I couldn’t think any more, just moan and shake.

“Mhm, I like that, it’s like a puppet on a string … let’s see what happens when I do that.”

With wide eyes I saw that she started to turn the safety pin and the sweet pain had me shriek and then she turned it in the other direction and that was it. My belly started cramping and I couldn’t breathe any more.

“The little tart can come, I don’t believe it. Your pussy is oozing come and your asshole is dancing. I didn’t know, how to come, when I was your age.”

I had fallen back on the bed, my legs akimbo, still breathing like an old locomotive. She sat next to me, cupping my sex with one hand and stroking my stone hard nipples with the other. Each time she touched them it gave me the shivers and I had to laugh and she happily giggled along. And then she took me in her arms and hugged me really tight and it felt like, when we were young and she took care of me … and Mary was with us and … She probably thought that I hadn’t seen it, but she sniffed her fingers and said ‘Hmh.’ It made me all fuzzy and proud inside that she liked my smell. So she’s a lesbo as well, I suppose. The sound of the car had us both startled. “Shit, Mom is back with Mrs. Kahn. We have to take this thing out, otherwise we’re all into trouble.”

Before I could even sit up, she had already drawn the safety pin out of my clit, which had me shake again.

“You better try to get this big clit under the skin, if not, Mrs. Kahn will see the two little holes and she will know that you played with it and then whoosh and it’s gone.”

“Girls, could you all come down into the living room.”

Mommy’s voice had us running frantic in circles.

“Should I come down as well? I’m hungry.”

“Are you a girl, Otto? Mrs. Kahn is here to talk girl stuff.”

“Boring.”

He closed his door with a bang, the moment we three girls walked down the stairs. Terry looked all worried, which had me worried as well. I could feel my clit rub on my new panties, which meant it still was peeking out from the skin, but I hoped that it would get smaller till Mrs. Kahn looked at it again. I was afraid that she would, but at the same time excited about it.

“Anna said that she wanted Josie to be there, when her stitches come out, so Mrs. Kahn proposed to have all three of you together. How do you want that, Anna?”

Anna pushed me onto the couch and sat between my legs, putting her legs over mine. I looked over her shoulder and could see her open pussy with the black stitches. It made me all hot. I could see how red she was around her stitches. She had me scratch her there the last days because of the itching. She would take my big toe, rub it on her hole till it was wet and then she had me wiggle it against the stitches and the whole time she would say, how much it hurts, but that I shouldn’t stop.

“Brave girl. You will see, we’re finished in an instant. Here, did that hurt?”

“Just a little.”

“Well, if you ask me it actually felt good, isn’t it? I saw your pussy wink at me.”

Anna giggled.

“That’s the reason we took the little knob away, because like most girls you’re very sensitive down there anyway, so we don’t really need it, now do we, Terry?”

Terry stood there like a little girl to be scolded. When Mrs. Kahn turned to her with this question, after having cleaned Anna’s pussy with some disinfectant, she looked up as if someone had just but a red hot poker into her pussy.

“Your mother asked me to have another look at you as you’ve been up to some nasty things, she told me.”

“Mom, I promised to be good”, Terry said full of despair looking at Mommy, her eyes filling with tears.

“Well, well, no need for a big drama, first we just have a look. Off with the panties, sit next to Anna and pull your legs a little bit further back.” Mrs. Kahn pushed Terry’s legs, till they touched the back of the couch. Over Anna’s shoulders I could see Terry’s pussy hair parting to reveal her open hole for Mrs. Kahn’s inspection. “Look, how her asshole pushes out. Is someone playing with her butthole regularly?”

“I only scratch it … sometime.” Terry sounded pathetic, her lie evident.

Mrs. Kahn laughed. “Well, I was contemplating not to sew you shut, as your mother suggested, because you seem to have found other ways of enjoying yourself, but as you seem to have problems with the truth …”

“No, no, sorry … it’s just that …,” Terry was frantic, “please, don’t close me, I play with it, it’s true, but I can’t help myself, it feels good, when things go in and out, but please I’m so afraid, don’t hurt me, Mommy please don’t make her close my pussy, I swear I won’t ever touch down there again, anything, not my pussy, not my poophole, I’ll don’t even wipe anymore …”

Terry was crying, blabbering. When she said ‘Mommy’, something went loose inside of me and tears started running down my face. She never says ‘Mommy’.

“Shsh, now you made Josie cry. No reason for all these hysterics. A closed pussy is something very beautiful. But I offer you a compromise: I don’t sew you shut, but you stop crying now and are brave for a little symbolic intervention, which serves as a reminder that this pussy hole is sacred and should not be played with. I would put a ring in here.”

Mrs. Kahn pointed to the middle of Terry’s pussy, where her swollen lips had opened and one could see glistening pink. “Is it gonna hurt?” Terry’s voice sounded timid, but much calmer now.

“Yes, but no worse than a pierced belly button.”

The faint smile on Terry’s lips told me that she surely would show it proudly to her girlfriends, although officially they all didn’t know. That made me smile as well through my tears.

“See, now even Josie can smile again, do you feel brave now?”

“Yes.”

Well, this didn’t sound too convincing, but when Mrs. Kahn shaved away the hairs left and right of her hole and Mommy pulled her legs even further over the back of the couch she tried to keep smiling. Her cheeks even showed two red spots, which I always get, when this pulling feeling in my belly makes my pleasure spot grow. Like just now, when Mrs. Kahn rummaged in her bag, then pressed Terry’s pouch together and pushed this big needle straight through it so fast that I hadn’t seen it appear in her hand.

Terry’s shriek didn’t even make it out of her open mouth. Instead it became a little ‘ouch’ the moment the ring followed the needle.

“All done. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Mrs. Kahn finished cleaning it with a wipe, the little drop of blood gone the golden ring glittered in the afternoon sun. Terry was looking at it with big eyes through her bent back legs, just a foot away. The moment Mommy released her legs she jumped up and ran to the hall mirror. We could see her smile and touch it carefully, when Anna followed her and standing next to Terry pulled apart her lips to show her empty spot. They stood their looking at their pussies smiling and it made me all wiggly inside and I wanted to also look at mine to see the difference.

“Ok Josie, would you mind pulling down your panties and show me your beautiful pussy again.”

It was as if Mrs. Kahn had read my thoughts and I could feel the blood rising in my face as I was sure my clit was out of its hood and …

“Now lift your legs like Terry and Anna.”

I could feel Mommy grabbing my legs and pulling them over the back of the couch and suddenly there was this big dark feeling in my stomach that they might take away my good spot. And instead of Mrs. Kahn it was Mary looking up between my legs like she must have done when she was cutting Terry and I had to bite my lips because I wanted to shout ‘Make me a girl, Mary!’

As feared the clit stood out of my hood and even I could see the two red spots where the safety pin had gone through. She touched it and I winced.

“Well, Mrs. Adams, I think my examination last time might have given some ideas to dear Josie, has it?” I tried to look frightened.

“You said something was big down there. So I just wanted to see how it looked like.” Mrs. Kahn laughed. “And to make sure, you kept looking and looking, isn’t it?” I had to giggle and my pussy clenched and I think she saw it, because she smiled again.

“This young lady might be ready earlier than the other two, but we stay in contact anyway with all the new business coming in through the Club.”

Shortly after, Mrs. Kahn left and Mommy as well, as she had to cover for one of her girls in the Club, who hadn’t shown up, or something.

“I can see you.” Terry and Anna had disappeared into the bathroom and had locked themselves in. So I was lying on my belly looking under the door, which suddenly opened.

“What are you doing?” Terry nearly fell over me, I just had time to turn on my back.

“She looks like a puppy. Shall we scratch your belly?” Anna’s remark made them laugh and me as well. They were both totally naked and I liked seeing them like that. Especially Terry’s big boobs. They were not as big as Mommy’s, but for my eyes they looked huge, especially looking up from the floor.

“If we let you in, you do everything we tell you?”

“I promise.” ”Then seal it with a kiss.”

They both pulled open their pussies, so I kissed their scars, though with the ring in Terry’s pussy that wasn’t easy. Each one smelled a little different and it made me desperate to have them play with me again as my pussy was still all tingly from Mrs. Kahn’s visit.

“Now fetch us the big bottle of Coke.” When I brought the bottle, Terry had us all finish it, while she put the toilet brush into the toilet. She spat on her hand, rubbed it on her asshole and slowly lowered herself, till she actually sat on the toilet seat. Breathing really heavy, her head stretched back against the tiles. Slowly she opened her legs and I knelt down to get a better look: I couldn’t believe it, she had the toilet brush handle up her asshole.

“Now do it Anna,” Terry said between gasps of breath. Anna had one of the long matches in her hand and kneeling next to me approached Terry’s pussy.

“How should I put this in your pee hole, if I can’t even see it?”

“You have to push the lips apart and then … ouch …what are you …ouch …” Terry let out shriek, which was only stifled by her two hands she suddenly had clamped to her mouth. And there framed by the golden ring, which closed her pussy, stood the red top of the matchstick. It moved a little bit with Terry’s fast breaths, coming out between her clenched teeth, which were gnawing the back of her hand.

“I think it’s too far in, I won’t be able to light that match.”

I must have looked at her like a demented because Anna pointed at me laughing and even Terry joint in between whimpers.

“What? Terry said that it’s fun and you stop the fire by pushing it out with your pee.”

Now I started to understand and moved in for a better look.

“I’m so close. That ring is a bad idea. Before, it always worked.” Terry sounded very unhappy.

“Look, the rest of your clit is trying to get out like with Anna. You also get this little bump behind your scar.”

I touched her scar and there was something hard underneath it that felt like getting even bigger and harder when I rubbed. Terry groaned. “We could always try, if sticking something in that bump, has the same effect like with Joe’s clit and the safety pin.”

Mentioning of the safety pin had me start wiggling my bum.

“Look,” Anna laughed, “I think Joe wants the safety pin back in her clit.”

“Ok, you know what,” Terry said between gasps. “You can try sticking something in my scar, but at first I want to see Joe put the safety pin back in her clit … but this time not upside down but square.”

The smell of Terry’s pussy, seeing the shiny ring closing her and the match in her pee hole, her bright big eyes and the red spot on her cheeks all came together in my head with her demand of me to make two new holes in my clit and it felt like the world would start spinning and I had to lay my head on her thighs, sighing.

They had another laugh at me, when they said I had to clean the toilet brush handle with my tongue and I nearly did it. But it felt nice when Terry prepared my bumhole with lots of skin lotion before pushing me down on the stick.

“Get her down already.” Anna pushed on my shoulders. I shrieked.

“Hey, stop it, I’m not sure she can take it all.”

“In any case we have to stop the screaming.”

Anna went to the cloth hamper.

“What do we have here? One dirty Terry, one dirty Anna, and to fix it one of Mom’s dirty washing rags. Yak, that smells like …”

“Sperm.”

My bum had actually touched the toilet seat. It felt like the stick would come out my mouth at any time, if I would move one more inch, a mouth filled with two dirty panties. I was lightheaded and barely registered their discussion about the difference in smell and taste between stale and fresh semen. I really wanted to pee, but I didn’t even dare to do that as it would mean some kind of movement down there, where the handle entered by body.

“Ok, let’s be nice and cover her mouth with a fresh one.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t believe it: Mom’s dildo, behind the wash rags and the towels. Now you can prove that you can take as much as Josie.”

Terry had called me Josie. The stick was pressing on something inside of me, which felt like a sweet spot. It made my pussy push out and …

“But it’s thicker.”

“Stop whining … here it’s nicely greased now, sit on it. … Look at her, I think Josie is coming.”

“ … and she’s peeing.”

“No, squirting. Josie is an ass squirter, I don’t believe it. Where’s the safety pin? No, you try to get this thing up your asshole.”

“Josie, do you hear me … hello …”

“Ouch, that’s huge … Forget it, she always has this, when she comes she’s gone for some seconds, just push the safety pin into her clit.”

I could hear them, but my world was like a throbbing tunnel and just before coming out there was this big flash and I was back and Terry was smiling up at me and I was clamping around this hard thing in the middle of my body and only when I saw the safety pin stuck through my clit did I recognise the burning ache on top of my pussy.

“Oh you’re coming so good, Josie, that’s so cool, let’s see how this works.”

Now the burning changed to something even worse and then I saw the match stick looking out of my pussy just under the safety pin and Terry was holding it between her fingers rubbing the box against its head.

“It works! Now push, come on Josie, push the pee out, push … Shit!”

I couldn’t do anything. I just looked at the flame coming closer to my pussy. And then it started to hurt really badly. That’s when Terry jumped up, pulled out her matchstick with a shriek, and peed on me, extinguishing the fire, but adding another form of pain, which had me bang my head against the tiles.

“Look at you two. You both look like Jerry. Remember him? Mary always said, he’s your Dad, Josie. Most of the time he fell asleep lying on the floor in the den, with his head on the couch, sprawled out like you two sitting against the bath tub. Anna, how’s that thing up your ass?”

There was a grunt next to me. I was all woozy, but the sight had me smile. This beige penis like thing had all but disappeared into Anna’s ass, her pussy was swollen and open and all wet. Her head was lying on the rim of the bath tub, her fingers pinching her nipples, she was out of it, just mumbling and sighing “So good …so good …”

“You had me frightened. You nearly fell off the bowl.”

Terry stroked my face.

“How’s your head?”

“I think I got a bump.”

I touched the back of my head.

“And a burned pussy. And I smell like pee.”

We both giggled.

“It’s my turn now, do you think you can move?”

Nodding had me all shaky again, but when she gave me the straight pin to stuck into her scar I got excited and forgot my wobbly feeling. With a sigh she sunk herself back on the toilet brush. She hadn’t even cleaned it. I crawled to her, admiring how her pussy lips stretched against the ring, when the handle was all in. I wiggled my finger in and rubbed her scar, then looking up at her I stuck my tongue between the folds of her closed pussy and licked her scar like Anna had taught me. It tasted like … Terry and piss, and I could feel how something was swelling under the scar. I put the needle on top of the bump and …

“Do it!”

“Only if you take me with you the next time you meet Mary.”

She looked worried and horny and desperate.

“How did you know … you’re much too clever for your age.”

I smiled at her.

“Ok, I promise.”

I stuck it in, straight down, till I could feel that only the head was still out. She threw her arms around her head, her legs went all straight … and that’s when I heard the car.

“Shit, Mom’s back.”

“Why are your panties lying on the floor?” From Terry’s bed one could see straight into the bathroom. We three were under the covers laughing and giggling. Mom was sitting next to us on the bed.

“Sorry Mom, we forgot. We were playing basketball with the hamper.” Anna was always the best liar of us three.

Hidden under the covers, I couldn’t stop touching them. I even had managed to touch the pin in Terry’s clit at the same time as that thing stuck in Anna’s ass. So their laughing and giggling was a desperate attempt to hide the fact that their pussies were cramping just three feet away from Mom.

So when she said “I so love it when for a change my three girls play and have fun together,” I nearly peed myself laughing. Pressing my legs together didn’t help much as my burned pussy lips rubbed on the safety pin and that made my pussy all tight again. And then I suddenly didn’t care anymore if I peed in Terry’s bed because the sweet pain in my clit reminded me that I will see Mary again and that she will make me a woman.