Hot Springs

The title has really very little to do with the content; I'd meant something else to happen, but things evolved like this. Oh well.

Anyway. Futa next chapter; yes, no?

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In the Forests of the Night
Karen/Mary, Karen/Popurri, Mary/Ann
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"We need to get others involved," Mary whispered one summer night, at the library.

"Aren't I good enough for you?" Karen replied, a hint of laughter in her voice. They were cuddled on the bed after another long night, sweaty and satisfied; Jeff and Sasha had, last month, told Karen that as long as she could get back in time for work she could stay out with Mary as long as they liked. It bothered the brunette to deceive her parents that way, even though she hadn't actually said much other then that her and the librarian had become friends, but as long as she could be with her lover it didn't matter.

"No… I mean, involved," Mary repeated, turning her head to look at Karen, who was behind her. "Do you know the phrase ménage a trois?"

The brunette went very red in the face, and she coughed. "You are adventurous," she said admiringly, wondering what she had unleashed on the world that night last spring. "Who should we go after, though?"

"I've been thinking about that," Mary replied, turning around so she could face Karen in the dark. "Obviously we can't include Eli; her and Tim are too close. That leaves either Ann or Popurri." Personally she felt Ann was the likelier of the two, being a notorious tomboy who could play as rough as any guy yet delighted in teasing and being coy; she'd been stringing Cliff along for months, and the poor boy was so confused he never knew what she'd do next.

Popurri, meanwhile, was a bit of an airhead, but a pious airhead, devoted to her mother and their chicken farm. Though, who could tell what really lay inside any of them? Mary herself had been a closed-up bookworm for years, and now she was a lustful sexual deviant.

"Why not both?" Karen said, meaning it as a joke; but the sudden light in Mary's eye made her shiver. "Mary, I didn't mean th-"

"Brilliant!" the raven-haired girl declared, rolling over to be on top of Karen. "Forget the threesome, let's have an orgy!" She reached over and flicked the bedside lamp on, bathing the room in flickering yellow light; Karen was captivated by the sight above her, of Mary enthralled by a new idea to get them off. "I'm getting excited just thinking about it," she purred, running her hands along Karen's body. Karen could tell, and moaned slightly as the librarian's soft hands grazed her sensitive spots…

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The next afternoon, after work, Karen went down to the chicken farm to talk to the pink-haired young lady who lived there. Her and Mary had decided last night that Mary would talk to Ann, and Karen Popurri; the brunette had argued this, thinking Popurri would need more convincing, but Mary convinced her it would be ok. She just had to be forceful without overwhelming the girl, is all. "Easier said than done," Karen muttered, crossing beneath the gate into the farm.

Popurri was still outside, spreading grain and corn around for the multitude of cute little birds clucking and pecking the ground at their feet. "Hi Karen!" she called cheerfully, pausing to wave at the approaching brunette. "Just give me a second, I'll be right with you!"

"Okay," Karen replied, leaning on a nearby fence post to wait. Popurri spread out a last few handful of feed, then ran inside to put the bag back; Karen heard her saying something to Lilia, the older woman's quieter response, then the pink-haired girl came back outside, a cheerful grin across her face. "What did you tell your mom?"

"That we were going for a little walk," the other girl replied, looking up at the afternoon sky. "It's been pretty cool these past few days; Rick says it's good for the chickens, and Jack is glad of it too because he doesn't have to spend so much time watering." They walked off into the woods, Popurri prattling on about the people of their village and Karen content to listen in silence.

In time they wandered off the path, to a large flat rock concealed behind a row of trees and bushes. "Why're we all the way out here, Karen?" Popurri asked innocently, looking around with wide eyes.

"Because…" Karen began, unsure how to proceed without scaring the other girl off. "Well, I wanted to talk to you privately, Popurri…"

"Is it about you and Mary?" Popurri asked, dropping the innocent look; Karen's look of surprise was answer enough, and she nodded to herself. "I thought so. Ann and I have been wondering when you'd say something."

"How did…?" Karen got out, her surprise giving way to fear.

"Who couldn't guess? One day Mary's a closet bookworm, the next she's cheerful and talkative and a little flirty!" She gave Karen a wink. "I couldn't sleep that night and had gone outside for some air, and I heard you two talking," she explained.

"Who have you told?" Karen finally said, panic flooding through her. "Oh gods, if they find out abou-"

"Oh, relax!" Popurri said, a little sharply. "I told you, it's just Ann and I. We wouldn't tell another soul, not for the world!"

Karen breathed a sigh of relief; this would be easier than she thought. "Well, what I wanted to ask you was, would you like to join us?"

"Us, is it?" Popurri replied, a knowing look on her face. Karen's discomfiture brought a smirk to her lips, and she walked closer. "My, such deviants you are…" she whispered, standing a foot away from Karen.

"Um… it was Mary's idea," Karen replied desperately, thinking how this had gotten out of hand. She wondered how Mary was faring with Ann; hopefully better than this. Not that she hadn't done rather well, except for the fact that she hadn't really done much, but still.

Meanwhile, Popurri looked like she was waiting for something. "Well?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you waiting for? I'm right here."

"What are you waiting for?" Karen answered, in a seductive purr. "You're the one in charge at the moment."

Apparently, the idea of being in charge of anything was new to her, for she didn't quite know how to respond to that. Fortunately she got over it, and with a soft smile moved in, placing her hands on Karen's chest, above her breasts, and leaning in with her eyes closed. Karen held still, letting the inexperienced young woman get used to kissing another girl; she had to admit, after months of Mary's hungry kissing, the shy, feathery brush of Popurri's soft lips on hers was rather new, and she thought she would enjoy teaching her about the joys of being a lesbian.

In time she got impatient, and gently took Popurri's hands, pulling them downward so they rested on her breasts; Popurri squeaked in surprise, then her face became intent as she felt the fleshy mounds. "Boobs," she murmured, giggling despite herself; Karen giggled too, then leaned down.

"It's time to get serious," she whispered in Popurri's ear, smirking at the slight squeak of fear she gave out. With Popurri's hands trapped between them Karen pulled them tight to each other, kissing her softly but insistently; her own hands were at the other girl's back, untying the absurd black corset-thing she insisted on wearing almost every day. "I don't see how you can stand to wear this thing in the summer," she commented as it came off at last. "Don't you get hot in the summer?"

Judging from how red her face was, she was plenty hot right now. "W-Well…" she muttered, unsure of herself and unwilling to admit she hadn't really thought about what she was getting into. "I, well… Mother says I have to, to wear it so I…" and she couldn't finish, she could only stammer; Karen rubbed her back comfortingly, and she went on. "She says I shouldn't draw boys' attentions and that thing helps," she went on, "and… well, I've gotten used to it." She dared to look up again. "Not all of us can get away with wearing as little as you do, Karen. Don't you get cold in the winter?"

Karen blinked as she considered the comment, then realized Popurri was right; even Ann wore a shirt and overalls, the other girls always had dresses or skirts. She, in her tight shirt, shorts and purple vest, was by far the most scantily clad of them all. It was disconcerting, and she put the thought out of her mind. "We're almost adults, we can dress how we like," she said defiantly, looking down to set about undressing Popurri the rest of the way; Mary had shown her, one night a few weeks ago, just how much fun being undressed could be.

But those thoughts fled when she saw that perhaps Popurri had a reason to wear a corset; she was, to say the least, well endowed. "Wow," she whispered, unable to keep her eyes from going a little wide. "Pope, you really should dress down one of these days," she went on, stepping back to get a better view. "But for now we have to both be naked." The pink-haired girl squeaked again and brought her arms up to protect herself, but Karen wasn't having any of that; a quick little tug and a twist, and Popurri's back was against the rock and the brunette had her trapped.

"Karen, I…" she whimpered, a little afraid and very excited. "I'm a little scared…"

"I can slow down, if you like," Karen replied, pausing. She didn't back away, though, nor did she move her hands. She watched the pink-haired girl's expression go from uneasy to curious, then she shook her head and stood a little straighter; Karen nodded and moved in again, her hands going to the hem of the frilly white shirt Popurri wore. Obligingly she raised her arms, and Karen tugged it away, revealing a strapless white cotton bra that strained to hold her breasts in.

"You really are beautiful, Pope," Karen repeated, nuzzling her neck and rubbing her lower back. "You don't have to hide behind an airhead personality and old-fashioned clothes." She reached down and undid the clasp of her skirts, and they slid to the ground in a whisper of fabric and lace, revealing long pale legs and sensible cotton panties. They were legs you wanted to feel wrapped around you while you ravished the person who owned them, and Karen felt herself getting wet at the sight.

"This isn't fair, though," Popurri said after she had gotten used to being almost naked. "You're still dressed." She walked over and grasped Karen's vest, sliding it down off her shoulders; this brought them closer, and they kissed again, a little bolder and more open than the last kiss. "This is kinda fun," she went on, letting the vest fall to the ground and sliding her hands down Karen's back.

"It gets better," Karen replied, arching her back a little. "Put your hands on my ass." A little surprised at the slightly coarse language, Popurri did so, gently squeezing the tight flesh; Karen grinned and kissed her neck, reaching around to undo her bra as she did so. Without the clasp to hold the bit of cloth back, it fairly well flew off, and the great mounds bounced slightly as they were freed from their captivity. Karen felt herself becoming jealous; Popurri's breasts were perfect, perky and firm despite being well on the heavy side. She lost no time reaching down to feel them, only briefly interrupted when Popurri gasped helplessly and fell back against the rock again, before sliding to the ground; apparently they were sensitive too.

An idea came to Karen's mind, and she grinned wickedly, kneeling down in front of Popurri and gently pushing her legs apart. She remembered Mary saying that some girls had such sensitive erogenous zones that they could orgasm just from someone touching or rubbing them; perhaps Popurri and her breasts fit under that? She was determined to try. "You like this?" the brunette purred sensually, squeezing one of them and stroking the other; Popurri nodded, unable to speak. "Good, you'll like this even better, then," and she leaned in to use her lips and tongue.

Popurri thought she had experienced everything there was about all this, but as soon as Karen's mouth closed about her nipple she realized she was dead wrong. Not in so many words, of course, more like a vague impression somewhere off in the corner of her mind; the rest was utterly taken up with these new sensations, this lust, this hot wetness spreading throughout her body and gathering between her legs. "Kar… Karen… Karen, I…" she moaned, tossing her head this way and that. Absently she reached up, tugging on the band that kept her hair back and throwing it over with the rest of her clothes; then she reached down between her legs, not knowing why, only that it was so hot down there, it itched so badly and ahh she'd go mad if it didn't get scratched…

But Karen had other ideas, and moved her knee forward to trap Popurri's hand against her stomach. "Now now," she said chidingly to the other girl's frantic whine, "I'm trying something here, don't ruin it." That done she went on with what she was doing, licking and sucking and nibbling on Popurri's breasts, enjoying the increasingly frantic sound of her gasping and panting and moaning. Finally, Popurri went stiff and her eyes flew open, sightless, as a shriek tried to break through her locked-up jaws; down below, her panties went dark as her pussy gushed out its fluids as her whole body shuddered gently.

When it was over, and Popurri was gasping for breath, Karen smiled and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the other girl's breasts. "How was that, then?" she asked, nibbling on her jaw, enjoying the feel of rising up and down with Popurri's breathing.

"That was… great…" Popurri replied between gasps for breath. "But… but what about you?" She looked down. "We're still not completely naked…"

"So?" Karen replied. But she stripped down anyway, standing up and making a bit of a show of it. She smirked when the other girl blushed and looked away when her panties came off, and stepped forward, grabbing her head and making her face forward. "Go ahead," she invited, not explaining what she meant; after all, her pussy was less than a foot from Popurri's face.

Blushing furiously and with no idea what to do, Popurri stalled by examining Karen more closely. "You… you shave, I see…" she muttered randomly, sticking her finger out and poking gently; Karen hissed faintly, and Popurri took that to be a good sign. "Ok, um… so, could I…?" and she slid the very tip of her finger inside, looking up to see what Karen would do. The brunette moaned a little and smiled encouragingly, so Popurri slid her finger in a little farther. "It… it's awful small… guys put their things in here?" she asked naively.

"Yeah… gross, isn't it?" Karen replied with a sigh. Again, she couldn't help but compare her with Mary; the librarian knew what she was about, seemed to know all about lesbian sex (and maybe the other sorts too; she wouldn't even show Karen her private collection!), and wasn't afraid to stretch thing a little to get where she wanted. Popurri, on the other hand, seemed completely naïve when it came to all this (probably had never even masturbated before, but who knew?), and treated Karen's body like it could break if she poked too hard.

"I'm not gonna break, Pope," she said when she got tired of the other girl's nervous, timid exploration, "go ahead and be a little rough," and she took her wrist and pulled it farther in. "Use two fingers if you like." Emboldened by the permission, Popurri slid another finger into her and began pulling in and out, slowly at first but a little faster as Karen began panting and moaning.

"This is fun," Popurri commented, watching Karen's face as she fingered her; unconsciously, her other hand snaked its way down her own body, sliding inside her plain white panties and along her own soaked pussy. It wasn't shaven and clean like Karen's, and she decided to ask her later how to shave down there without getting cut; in the meantime she fingered Karen and felt herself getting turned on by it, going faster and harder as the brunette got even more wound up, feeling her own breasts and tossing her head this way and that.

The little clearing echoed with Karen's moaning, just as it had been filled with Popurri's voice earlier. Popurri was fingering Karen's pussy as fast and hard as she dared, when suddenly she felt it clamp down tight; her hand was soaked in the gushing fluids, and yet even as she was coming Karen forced her fingers deeper inside, as if there was a spot that needed to be reached. Her legs gave out and she slid to the ground, her back still against the rock.

"Not bad… for a beginner…" Karen breathed as she relaxed, leaning back against the warm rock. She pulled Popurri against her, and they kissed slowly for a while before slipping into a doze.

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Sometime earlier, about the same time Karen was visiting Popurri, Mary walked into the Inn, whistling cheerfully. "Ann?" she called out, looking around the dim interior. "Ann, are you around?"

"Back here, Mary!" came the reply, from the storeroom. "Give me a second!" A clattering noise was heard, and then the redhead came into view, balancing a tray of supplies for tonight's antics on each arm. "Let me just set this stuff out, alright?" she said with a wink as she went about doing so; Mary winked back and took a seat at the bar, glancing idly at the clock without really seeing it.

Shortly enough Ann was done, and she went over to Mary. "All finished! Dad can handle it from here, so let's go!"

"Did someone mention me?" came a male voice, followed by Doug coming down the stairs. "Oh, hello there, Mary; haven't seen you in here in a long time."

"I was just wondering if I could borrow your daughter for a little bit," the librarian replied with a smile. "I won't need her for long; I just want to show her something."

Doug laughed. "Alright, go on then. But be back by ten!" he added, mock severity in his voice as he pointed a finger at Ann. The girls laughed and reassured him they would, and then they went out the door.

"Duke's wine cellar?" Ann asked, already heading that way; Duke and Manna had gone on a trip, a cruise of some sort, so there was no danger of being discovered.

"Sure," Mary replied. "I assume you know what I'm going to say?"

"Most of it," was the cheerful response. "Popurri overheard you and Karen coming home one night last spring, see."

"Did she? Fair enough I suppose."

By then they were at the cellar door, and Ann pushed the door open and walked down the stairs into its cool, dry hall; the smell of aging wine and old barrels filled their noses, a slightly heady aroma. "Let's not drink anything this time, ok?" Mary said. "I'd rather not have to pay for stolen wine when Duke gets back; you know how he is."

"I sure do," Ann replied, rolling her eyes and sitting in an empty barrel cradle. Then she cocked an eyebrow. "This time, eh? I like that," and she laughed easily.

"I thought you would," Mary said, walking over to Ann. Automatically the redhead spread her legs a little, and she walked right in between them, sliding her arms around Ann's neck and lightly biting her lip; she felt strong legs wrapping around her waist, and an unhesitant mouth caught hers in a playful kiss. For a few moments they did just that, tongues pressing back and forth, hands groping at breasts through clothing, and then Mary pulled back a little. "How long have you been waiting for this, then?"

Ann thought about it briefly, then shrugged. "Ever since I told my dad I thought I liked girls, I guess. He took it rather well; he just wants me to be happy," and she leaned down to kiss and nibble on Mary's neck. "Though he did try to explain that the rest of the town wouldn't be quite so understanding," she added.

"He's probably right," Mary said thoughtfully, one hand stroking Ann's back and the other trying to undo the braid. The redhead grinned and reached back herself, tugging on an unseen band, and the long cascade fell loose in a curious rippling motion as the braid undid itself. "Wow… can you teach me to braid like that?"

"Sure! But not right now," Ann said with a giggle, undoing the snaps of her overalls and yanking her shirt off. Beneath was a lacy red bra, and Mary was secretly pleased to see Ann's breasts were about the same size as hers; deceptively full, perky and firm. She lightly cupped the underside of each one and grazed her thumb along the front, smiling at Ann's light hiss of breath.

"Do you know anything about this?" the librarian asked curiously, leaning down to kiss the tops of Ann's breasts.

"Some," the redhead replied. "Won sells more than seeds and knick-knacks, and he won't sell a friend out no matter what happens." Which was true; Won had all sorts of contacts all over the world, and lesbian porn was the least of the things people traded back and forth.

"Won? Really? Wow, I'll have to talk to him myself," Mary muttered, reaching around to undo Ann's bra. Ann loosened her grip on Mary's waist long enough for her to pull her stuffy dress off, followed by the undershirt; her bra and panties were quick to follow, and Ann leaned in to kiss her breasts and finger her pussy. Mary moaned at the feeling; she could already tell Ann had more experience than Karen did her first time, and she looked forward to an enjoyable round of sex.

"Let me try something," she murmured, taking Ann's hand and holding it out straight, pressing the edge against her pussy. Then she started grinding against it, moaning a little louder and tossing her head; Ann's hand was rougher than Karen's was, and provided much better stimulation.

For her part, Ann wasn't content to let Mary just use her that way, and she wanted more of her mouth on her breasts. So she took Mary's head and pulled it down, twining her fingers in the long dark hair. "Use your mouth," she commanded softly, and the librarian obliged hungrily, licking and sucking for all she was worth. The lacy red bra came off and it was even better, since Ann's nipples could be gotten at now, too.

Suddenly she stood up, pushing Mary away and bending down; the librarian whined in disappointed lust, until she saw what Ann was doing. Then it turned into a cute little squee, for the redhead was pulling the rest of her clothes off. No more words had to be said; immediately they latched onto each other again, kissing and rubbing and fondling, making the cellar echo with their noise. Ann had Mary against the wall, her hand working furiously between her legs, her mouth on Mary breasts, listening happily to the helpless sounds she made. She came with a sharp squeal, her eyes rolling back in her head and her body shuddering slightly in Ann's arms.

"Your turn," the librarian murmured with a smile as she fell to her knees in front of Ann. Unhesitant hands reached out and gripped the redhead's hips, pulling her forward; skilled fingers and a lithe tongue darted in, licking up and down, sliding in and out, catching on the cute little pink clit. In seconds Ann was lost in a haze of lust, helpless before Mary's mouth and hands, unable to stop the increasingly loud exclamations of pleasure coming from her own throat. Mary couldn't help but smirk as Ann helplessly gripped her head, and went at her faster.

Ann came with a scream, bending down and clutching at Mary even as the other girl pushed upward, licking and fingering harder and deeper than before. When it was over she fell to her knees as well, regarding Mary with a bemused expression. "So that's… cunnilingus…" she panted.

"Yep," Mary replied with a grin as she kissed Ann; the redhead tasted herself on Mary's lips and tongue, and it turned her on again. "Want to try for yourself?"

"Oh yeah," the redhead said, unable to repress her own grin as she pushed Mary down onto the floor…