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Chapter 61:
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Over the next few days everything returned to normal at the villa. The incident with Edward was forgotten about—or at least not mentioned—and Bella was finally free to be herself. Well. As close to herself as she could be without raping and killing people.
Bella by now had made quite an impact on the entire coven of the Cullens. Esme took care of her like a daughter, almost as if to replace the son she lost, and the two were quite close. Rosalie continued to keep something of a distance but she did have a smile or two and civil conversation for whenever they bumped into each other. Emmett, of course, adored her. Carlisle was mostly concerned with Tanya, the two of them rarely apart, but he too seemed to have developed a regard for Bella. He spoke to her sometimes and showed her his collection of vintage Jane Austin novels. Bella's fondness for literature had dimmed somewhat lately in favor of mindless sluttery but she was fascinated nonetheless.
At this point the only tension came from our own coven. Tanya still hadn't quite forgiven us and she certainly hadn't allowed us back into her bed, although we were wearing her down. Bella in particular was working hard to be as friendly to Tanya's friends as possible especially when Tanya was watching. I was confident that Tanya would forgive us soon as long as Bella could remain on her best behaviour.
Kate and Leah still hadn't managed to get any dick since coming to the island and they were both a little disappointed about that. Edward was gone, Emmett was strictly off-limits, and Carlisle seemed to have no interest in any woman but his wife and Tanya. Jasper was oddly uninterested as well, a quiet man, circumspect, smiling from under his cowboy hat and gallantly demurring from the two women who were throwing themselves at him. Kate pouted about it to Alice and Alice promised to put in a good word for them. Alice, meanwhile, had become the object of a crush for Carmen. The older woman was quite taken with the youthful girl—or at least by her pixiecut—and she expressed this crush by following her around and chiding her like a stern mother. Alice was mostly oblivious but she encouraged Carmen unwittingly with lots of giggles and teasing.
And Alice—well, Alice was on the verge of being fucked into a whorish little demoness herself. Since that day on the beach she had sought every excuse to find Bella and let Bella shove things into her holes, fingers, tongues, inanimate objects. During a tennis match Alice bent over in her pleated white miniskirt and lowered her panties for Bella to impale her vagina with the handle of the tennis racket. She orgasmed in the sunlight with the racket sticking out of her body and giggled as it was pulled out. They went for swims in their bikinis and had sex on the beach. They went hiking in the jungle and picked flowers and licked each other's vaginas on the banks of a lake like playful little nymphs.
One night she came to our room wearing nothing but a tiny black satin nightie. Bella and I were already on the bed, making love in the lamplight, and she pulled the nightie over her head, revealing a body that was small and gorgeous and garnished with perfect little tits, and she crawled directly into the bed without even being invited.
We had discovered that the rooms were sound proofed, a wise architectural choice considering the sensitive hearing of vampires, and Alice liked to scream. She was on all fours with her hips in the air and Bella was outright destroying her vagina with a strapon. Bella had become increasingly rough with the other girl and Alice seemed to like it. The girl was losing her mind and her shrieks were filling the room.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes! Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me, Bella!"
Bella snarled, lost in her own little lusts, and gripped down on Alice's hips and gave her a thrust that forced her face into the mattress. Alice groaned out loud, ass in the air, and began orgasming.
It was a massive one and it took a long time to climax. You could hear it building in her voice. Panic and hysteria and untold delight, building and about to burst in the slutty core of her vagina.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god, oh god, ohhh—!"
Silence engulfed her suddenly and her back bowed and spasmed. Her hands clenched fistfuls of bedsheet. Her face was crumpled into the mattress and it was wracked in an agony of orgasm and then suddenly her breath rushed out in a strangled cry of helplessness.
Bella was still gripping her hips and ramming a little more orgasm into her, her breasts jiggling violently. Alice whimpered as the orgasm ebbed away and slowly her taut body sagged and slumped and slid off the strapon.
Bella laughed and watched as Alice recovered. The poor thing was squirming and moaning and rolling onto her back. She had closed her thighs but a hand had reached between them to rub at her vagina tenderly as if to soothe it.
I was laying there, watching them almost maternally, and I really did admire them as a pair. Alice was the first girl I had seen who's sluttiness was a match for Bella. Even compared to the Denali ladies Alice was quite the little whore.
"Oh god," she was saying, panting, gasping. "Oh god. That was… that was…"
Bella smirked at her near-liquefied body. "Not bad?"
Alice laughed exhaustedly and opened her eyes. They were lidded and utterly satisfied. "To say the least. Wow. You're amazing with that thing, Bella. Come here. Let me suck it for you."
Bella laughed but Alice wasn't joking. The girl was already crawling over with those lidded eyes and now she smiled and lowered the smile and began licking at the wet black shaft protruding from Bella's lap.
Bella gave her an odd look, snorting once in amusement, and glanced at me. I couldn't make sense of it either but it really was quite fascinating. Bella sitting there in the bed with her legs tucked under her and Alice curled up on her side. Moaning. The strapon in her tiny hands and her lips wrapped sensuously around the tip like black lollipop. Cloaked in orange lamplight.
Bella had a hand in Alice's hair and she was watching her do it curiously.
"Um," she said. "You know I can't feel that, right?"
Alice nodded, taking the strapon into her mouth. She let the entire thing into her throat, all the way down, and then out again.
"I know," she said. "But it's the thought that counts."
Bella laughed and humoured her for a while, watching as the girl simulated fellatio for her. No physical pleasure, perhaps, but the sentiment was indeed rather sweet. Alice moaned, as if she liked it, and Bella petted her hair.
"Are you sure Jasper doesn't mind you sneaking out like this?" she asked.
"Nah, he's cool," Alice said, licking and kissing at the strapon. "He's got Kate and Leah to keep him company. I finally convinced him to give them a shot."
Bella rolled her eyes at that and Alice moaned loudly.
"Mmm," she said, taking the shaft into her throat once more and out again. "You guys are so lucky. To be so sexually liberated. I bet there's nothing off-limits to you guys, right?"
I chuckled. "Well, not quite. Bella and I do have standards."
Alice finally rose up from the strapon and grinned at me. "Like what?"
"Men, for instance," I said. "Bella despises them and I don't have all that use for them either these days."
Bella smirked at her old friend. "We don't do donkeys either."
Alice giggled and pretended to be a little confused.
"So no men and no donkeys…but it's okay to rape people?"
Bella laughed seductively and began moving toward Alice's lips.
"Something like that," she whispered, kissing her. "Speaking of which, Vicky and I are gonna go hunting before the big ball. We were wondering if you wanted to come with us. Hm? What do you think?"
Bella had been speaking into her mouth and Alice didn't reply, only moaned a couple times from the kiss. Bella moaned as well and slipped her some tongue, kissing her long and deep, and then she released her and smiled.
"Well?" she asked. "You wanna come hunting with us?"
There was no way to avoid answering this time. Alice went a little hesitant, a little scared, and glanced at both of us. I was laying there watching them, languid in the lamplight, and Bella was patiently waiting for an answer.
Alice turned back to Bella and gave a little shrug of a naked shoulder.
"I don't know," she said. "I mean, I don't… I've never…"
Bella had the other girl's face cupped in her hands and now she smiled and pressed a kiss onto her lips, once, twice, soothing away the anxieties with affection and lust.
"Alice, it's okay," she whispered into her mouth. "You're a vampire. All vampires have these dark urges. We can't help it."
"That doesn't make it right," Alice objected quietly.
Bella pulled back a little to smirk. "I'm not saying it's right. I'm saying it's natural. And fun as fuck. So what do you think? You've had days to think about it."
Alice was still hesitant but you could see the temptation in her big yellow eyes.
"I don't know, Bella," she said. "It's a big deal."
Bella smirked and continued holding her face and gazing into her eyes like a hypnotist.
"Come on, Alice," she said. "You know you want to."
Alice returned the gaze, allowing it to overwhelm her, and slowly a smile spread over her lips.
"I guess you're right," she said. "But only because of you, Bella. I just want us to be friends. More than friends. I want us to share everything. I just hope the others understand."
Bella giggled and gave her one last kiss on her mouth.
"You won't regret it, Alice," she said.
"Hope not," Alice said with a sigh. Then she giggled and spun around and lay down on her stomach before reaching back and spreading her buttocks. "Now hurry up and stick that strapon in my ass. I've been dying for a good buttfuck for ages."
I laughed and lounged back in the bed to watch.
Bella was eager to oblige the girl, of course, and she was already mounting her hips. Alice's buttocks were pale and round and sinfully soft looking in the warm orange lamplight. Bella took them in her hands and massaged them a little, causing the girl to moan and tell her to hurry. The hole down there was tiny and pink and Bella was soon angling the shaft of the strapon into it. The girl hitched in a breath. Bella smirked and began pushing it in. The shaft entered the girl with strong resistance from that tiny little hole and it went in deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. Those adorable pale buttocks twitched in the lamplight and soon the girl was moaning low and deep as the strapon slid in and out.
Alice was soon biting down on the bedsheet and clenching little fists. She really was such an adorable little thing. She screamed for Bella to do it harder, harder, and Bella tried but that tiny little ass was just a little too tight. The strapon broke. The shaft snapped off from the harness and lay there buried in Alice's ass with Bella humping at air for a moment before she realized what happened. Alice groaned loudly in disappointment from the sudden lack of thrusting. She had been so close. Bella was extremely angry too and she slapped at Alice's ass frustratedly. She asked me if we had any lubrication and I was already climbing off the bed to go find some for the poor girls.
The simplest solution would be a tub of butter from the kitchen but there seemed to be someone already down there. I could smell cooking, so I assumed it would be Leah or Claire, the only two humans in the house, or maybe Carmen cooking for them. I hadn't bothered to put any clothes on—since it was three in the morning—and I was completely naked. I considered going back for something to cover myself but it was somewhat of an emergency and I was confident there couldn't be any Cullen's in the kitchen.
Naturally, I was wrong.
No lights were turned on but there was a pale moonlight in the windows and a glow of blue fire from the stove. There was a pot simmering on the stove and standing there with a wooden spoon in her hand was Esme. She was wearing a plain housedress, cream in color, and she was humming softly to herself as she stirred the pot. I froze when I saw her and she glanced over and froze as well. I was completely naked, creeping around like a cat burglar, and my huge white tits felt very exposed all the sudden. She stared at me, blinking, and finally I managed a chuckle.
"Esme," I said pleasantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to bump into anyone. I just came down to fetch some butter."
She frowned and set down the spoon on the rim of the pot and wiped her hands with a dishtowel. "What on earth do you need butter for?"
"Oh, just to lubricate young Alice's little asshole."
The woman froze all over again. That was perhaps a little too much information for her but I couldn't resist watching her reaction. I giggled and moved over to the fridge.
"Sorry for the intrusion," I said. "Is the butter…?"
The woman nodded with a troubled look on her face. "Just in the fridge, yes. I must admit I've never heard of butter being used for that purpose before. You girls must be having a lot of fun."
"Oh, yes," I said, opening the fridge. "Thank god the rooms are sound proofed."
I found a small tub on one of the wire shelves. It was low-fat but it would have to do. I closed the fridge door again and smiled at Esme. She was frowning at my tits. At my big, fat, sexy tits.
I surprised to find her down here and I thought there was no harm to inquire why.
"Forgive me, Esme, but what exactly are you doing?" I asked her. "Aren't the humans asleep?"
Esme turned back to the pot and gave it another stir before turning down the gas. "Oh, it's not for anybody. Sometimes I like to cook just to pass the time. It's no different from any other kind of art, really."
I smirked and leaned a hip on the counter conversationally. "I suppose not. Although with a husband like yours one might assume you'd have better ways to pass the night. Hm?"
She gave a small chuckle. "Well, Carlisle is…preoccupied at the moment."
I nodded and understood what she meant. He was with Tanya.
"Ah," I said. "I see."
The woman had gone a little somber and I tilted my head to regard her in the pale moonlight from the window. I wouldn't have thought she was the kind of wife who would willingly let her husband sleep with other women and I was curious.
"Esme, May I ask you something?" I asked her.
"Yes, but please cover your breasts," she said, handing me the dish towel. "They're unnerving."
I smirked and draped the dishtowel over my breasts. I wondered if the woman was jealous but she had nothing to be jealous about. I could see the shapes of her own breasts in her dress and they were just as large and attractive as mine.
She was waiting for me to continue and I did so tactfully.
"The other night I saw Carlisle coming out of Tanya's room," I said. "Does it bother you at all for them to have that kind of relationship? You seem like a very traditional woman."
The woman laughed it off but I could tell she was only pretending. "Carlisle is an incredible man," she said. "It would be selfish to keep him all to myself."
I smiled and looked down and looked up again.
"Perhaps," I said. "But that doesn't answer the question."
The woman sighed and looked at me. She could tell I was genuinely curious and after a moment she decided to give me a serious answer. "Carlisle met Tanya long before I was even born. He was always upfront about it. They have a special connection. I'm not sure I understand it, but I do understand my husband. And I'll always trust him."
I nodded, smiling. The woman smiled as well, a little glumly.
Then I smirked and said:
"That still doesn't answer the question, though."
The woman laughed at my persistence, a short laugh that actually had a bit of joy in it, and she looked at me with mischievous eyes.
"Fine," she said. "Yes, it bothers me. But not in any serious way. I suppose I'm just jealous by nature. I just wish I knew what Tanya gives him that I can't."
She sighed and looked away. I tilted my head and gave her an appraising look, up and down. Wide hips. Large breasts. A generous figure wrapped in a nice clean housedress. Not the most glamourous of women but perfectly serviceable.
I smirked and lifted my eyes to hers.
"I couldn't imagine," I said. "You seem like quite a woman."
There was a clear note of flirtation in my voice and something twitched in her smile as she turned back to me. I was looking at her very deliberately. I had the towel over my breasts, barely covering them, but I was naked everywhere else. Legs, hips, arms, shoulders. All of it white and pale in the moonlight from the window.
A small smirk curved her lips and she turned to the counter to begin chopping a carrot that was already washed and waiting on the chopping board.
"I'm surprised to find you sympathetic to this," she said. "I gathered that you and Bella enjoy a more promiscuous lifestyle."
I lifted a brow in amusement. "Promiscuous?"
"Sorry if that sounds judgemental. I'm not sure what else to call it."
"Promiscuous is fine. In fact, promiscuous is putting it lightly. Bella and I are raving sluts."
The woman laughed and continued chopping the carrot with marvellous dexterity, dicing the entire carrot in seconds and moving on to another one. I was still leaning against the counter and the butter was all but forgotten about. Bella and Alice would be getting impatient but I couldn't resist the opportunity to bond with this lovely, warm, traditional woman.
The dishtowel over my breasts was beginning to annoy me so now I took it away and tossed it on the counter before I spoke.
"Do you ever stray from marriage yourself?" I asked her.
She glanced at my breasts but didn't insist on covering them again.
"No," she said. "Of course not."
I smiled at her charmingly and leaned a little to see her face.
"Not even sometimes?"
"Never."
"But do you ever want to? Hm?"
I had lifted a hand and now I was touching her shoulder. The dress had short sleeves so it wasn't her bare skin I was touching but the touch was deliberate enough to cause her to stop chopping the carrot.
She turned to me and began wiping her hands with the dishtowel. The look on her face was slightly confused. Slightly scared. Knowing now for certain that she was being seduced. By another woman. By a tall voluptuous redhead who was here in her kitchen. Naked. Smiling.
Wisps of caramel colored hair hung over her forehead and now I used my hand to brush some of them aside while gazing at her face.
"It seems unfair that your husband enjoys other women but you cannot," I observed. "Shouldn't you have the same opportunities?"
"I don't enjoy other women at all," she said, but not moving from my hand, returning my gaze boldly.
I smirked at her and tilted my head playfully. "No? Perhaps you should. I may be a little biased, but I'm convinced there's no greater delight in the world than a woman's touch. A woman's body. A woman's kiss."
By now I was cupping her face and easing her toward me.
"I had a feeling you were only trying to seduce me," she whispered.
I chuckled softly. "Feeling? Or hoping?"
"Both," she said, as our mouths connected.
Our lips pressed together and I let out a sensuous moan. She had possibly never been kissed by a woman before in her life but she handled it without panic or hesitation. With little more than acceptance. She let our lips mash together a while and then opened her mouth. I inserted my tongue inside it and brushed my tongue against hers seductively.
Now she moaned. A soft moan. The stew was simmering quietly on the stove and there were no other sounds at all in the dark kitchen where this woman had retreated with her loneliness. Her husband was with another woman and now she was too, the kiss all the more sweeter for the thrill. The revenge. I inserted my tongue deeper, kissing her long and luxuriously, and then I broke away to see her expression.
Her eyes fluttered open and in the cold moonlight that poured through the window she no longer looked like a timid housewife. She looked like a woman. Smirking. Demanding. I smiled at her and begun unbuttoning her dress.
It buttoned up the front and soon her breasts were revealed. They were large and full and my hands could barely cover them. She shivered imperceptibly at the touch and I could feel her nipples hardening under my palms. I smiled at her and stroked the smooth globes of them.
"My, what marvellous breasts," I said. "I do admire a womanly figure."
She looked down at her chest, at these feminine hands caressing her breasts, and then looked up again with a smile. "I've never done anything like this before."
I chuckled and began teasing one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She hissed in a breath and let her breasts enjoy it.
"I think you were right about a woman's touch," she said. "It's…different."
I chuckled softly and squeezed a couple handfuls of those heavy mounds.
"True," I said. "But if there's one thing better than a woman's touch, it's touching another woman."
I took her own hands and guided them to my chest. The corner of her smile twitched upward. I encouraged her with a smile of my own and she gave my breasts an experimental stroking, feeling the mounds in her hands and squeezing them and visibly enjoying it.
Until now she seemed to have not quite made up her mind but that scintillating softness under her hands sealed her decision.
"Fine," she said, and then sank to her knees.
I was surprised, but extremely delighted. She smiled up at me and stroked my hips, her dress unbuttoned and her breasts exposed. She possibly wouldn't have been this eager to debase herself if her husband wasn't right now with another woman upstairs but that only made it more sexy.
Finally she lowered her eyes to my vagina. She seemed to be overwhelmed with some strange excitement she had never felt before. I was standing with my feet slightly apart. I wished I was wearing heels but that didn't matter right now. She was leaning toward me and I moaned low in my throat as she applied a tentative lick to my wet slit. Then another one. And another one. She looked up at me, eyes round and coy and full of womanly mischief, and then she smiled and pushed her tongue into my vagina.
I gasped and clutched at her hair. Oh my. The woman had developed a sudden craving, it seemed. I could feel her tongue wiggling inside me, all fat and wet and lovely. Her hands were gripping my hips and she was kneeling there at my feet and her tongue was still buried inside me when I orgasmed with buckling knees.
I had to lean with a palm on the counter to keep from falling over. She smirked, proud of herself, and gave me a few more licks. I chuckled and petted her hair.
"Well," I said. "That was lovely."
She chuckled into my vagina, kissing it one more time, and then rose back to her feet. I instantly took her into my arms, feeling a powerful need to return the affection. I could taste myself in her mouth and I could feel our breasts mashed together. The skirt of her dress was loose about her legs and my hands were groping at her rear. Trying to get her dress up. Finally I had two handfuls of her round womanly ass and I squeezed it and groped it and then lifted her onto the kitchen table.
She leaned back, breaking the kiss, and I pulled away her panties with a grin.
"Tell me, my dear," I said breathlessly. "Do you prefer to be licked? Or penetrated?"
The panties were sliding down her legs. She giggled as they came away and then she closed her legs and folded them daintily with a coy smile.
"Penetration?" she inquired. "I never noticed a penis when I was going down on you."
I gave her a wink. "Women are resourceful creatures. I'm sure we can make do."
I opened the fridge and took a quick inventory. Milk, groceries, condiments, and on the bottom shelf was a small group of large thick cucumbers.
Perfect.
I bent over to fetch one, displaying my own round buttocks to the woman on the table behind me, and then turned and nudge the fridge door closed with my hip. She was grinning on the table with her legs folded and her breasts hanging out of her dress. When she saw the monstrous cucumber I had selected she giggled and unfolded her legs eagerly.
"Oh my," she said as I approached her with it.
"This is the largest one you have," I told her with a smile. "Now open wide, my dear. As you can see, I'm going to require a great deal more space than the average penis."
Esme grinned and let her legs open as far as they would go, leaning back on the table with her breasts exposed in her rumpled housedress. The cucumber was as large as a wrist, almost, and her back arched appreciatively as it slid inside her tightly.
I laughed at the expression on her face, the smiling lust, and I lowered my head and began licking her down there as well. I licked at her clitoris a little bit, the nub hard and stiff against my tongue, and I licked along the wet edges of her netherlips, all around the cucumber. She was gasping by now, her feet high in the air and the skirts of her dress around her waist. My face was going lower, underneath the cucumber, and her legs were high enough in the air that I could lick at her asshole. I poked at the tiny ring with my tongue and kissed at it and smiled as a new idea came to me.
I stopped licking and left her there with the cucumber almost swallowed up in her vagina as I looked for a suitable carrot. There were several on the chopping board and I selected one of adequate size and turned back with a grin.
"Let's see if we can find a place for this as well," I said.
She watched me with a grin as I used some of the butter to lubricate the carrot. I hoped Bella and Alice wouldn't be too mad at me for taking so long but I'm sure they would understand. At this point it wasn't even just sex. I honestly did have sympathy for the woman and I felt I could help her cope with her husband's situation by broadening her traditions just a little.
It seemed to be working, and she grinned as I came over with the carrot. Already she was rolling onto a hip to allow better access to the holes down there. I put a hand on her and began poking the fat end of the carrot into her asshole. Her grin widened in anticipation and a gasp came out of her that tiny little hole was suddenly pierced. Her body twitched a little and she had her eyes closed.
"Oh god," she said. "Oh god."
I chuckled and whispered to her. "Shh. We don't want your husband to hear, do we?"
Her eyes opened and she looked at me liddedly, perched on the table with both holes filled with vegetables, her dress unbuttoned about her breasts and hiked up around her waist. I smiled at her and leaned to kiss her, filling her mouth as well with something a little more delicious than a vegetable.
The carrot was well-lubricated and it was soon sliding in and out. I had taken the cucumber in my other hand and I was pumping that as well, both of them in rhythm, letting them bump and collide inside her. She was moaning quite mindlessly by now and I smiled at her and kissed her a couple more times and then moved my mouth to her lower holes. I licked about both vegetables, the taste of butter oddly delicious mixed with her vaginal arousal. Her moans were getting louder, deep and helpless, and finally I latched my lips onto the stiff nub of her clit and sucked her to an shattering orgasm.
It came out of her in a small scream and her entire body clenched and buckled. Both holes spasmed on the vegetables inserted inside them and I smiled as I licked at them and watched them, admiring the power of the orgasm from extremely close range.
Finally I rose up and plucked the vegetables out of her. She moaned softly, spread over the kitchen table like a meal, her breasts flopping out of her dress, her skirts flung up above her ass. I touched her buttocks and gave them a caress.
"Well," I said. "I hope that satisfied you."
She had her eyes closed and she began nodding into the kitchen table. "Yes," she wheezed. "It was…"
I giggled as I threw the two vegetables into a small wastebin. She was climbing off the table. Her legs seemed weak. She laughed to herself as her skirt flopped down to cover herself. Her panties were on the floor and she picked them up and stepped into them and I smiled at her in the romantic moonlight from the window over the sink.
"Esme," I said.
The woman turned to me and started buttoning her dress to conceal those large and lovely breasts of hers. I smiled at her and looked down shyly.
"I'm not as much of a slut as I claimed," I said. "I rarely have sex without a purpose. Tonight my honest intention was to console you. And to say thank you. For allowing us into your home and treating us with so much hospitality. You had very little reason to trust me but you did. I hope we can be good friends."
Esme paused, mid-button. She seemed touched by my words. The pot was still bubbling on the stove and now she finished buttoning her dress and turned the stove off. She had only been cooking to make use of herself while her husband was another woman but she didn't need to cook anymore tonight. Her frustrations had been quite thoroughly fucked out of her.
She turned back to me with a smile and gave me a nod.
"Thank you, Victoria," she said. "I'm sure we will."
I smiled as well and then smirked and sauntered over a few steps.
"And if you ever need a night away from the hubby…"
I touched her face and applied a soft kiss to her mouth.
"…it would be my pleasure to explore your body more thoroughly."
Esme went a little bashful at that and gave me a timid nod.
I winked and took the tub of butter from the counter and walked out, naked, rolling my hips, and tossing a smile over my shoulder before I disappeared.
I had been gone quite a while by the time I got back up stairs. The two girls seemed to have gotten bored with waiting and they were trying something new. Alice was wearing a strapon now and she was sitting in a chair with Bella riding her like a cowgirl, the two of them giggling and grinning. I put on a strapon of my own, something long and red, and began buttering up the shaft while they finished up. Bella eventually orgasmed on the strapon, almost falling off the chair, and I smirked at them and told them to get on the bed. They giggled and scampered onto the bed and poised there on all fours with their cute little asses in the air, side by side, and I came up behind them with my lubricated strapon and proceeded to fuck them both in their tight, tiny, adorable little assholes.
Alice stayed with us all night, discussing details of the hunt we would take together, and in the morning she went to go see Jasper. Alice agreed that feeding habits ought to be private and there was no reason to tell anyone if no one was asking. Questions might be raised when she came home with red eyes, perhaps, but for now she didn't want to deal with it.
The hunt, of course, would have to take place on the mainland. There was a certain maid on the island that Bella might enjoy but Bella was smart enough to not even mention it. Instead we packed a small overnight bag with some dresses and kinky underwear. We wouldn't be returning till tomorrow and Bella and I did like to treat our hunts like dates.
By noon Bella and I were waiting at the dock, the bag sitting on the pier beside us. It would be only a short boat ride back to the mainland, only an hour or so, and luckily Alice knew how to pilot a boat herself so that we wouldn't have to ask any of the other Cullens. Bella and I were waiting almost an hour in the bright sunlight before Alice finally showed up. She had her husband with her and I thought for a moment that he might be disapproving but he wasn't. Bella went a little awkward from the fact that she had been fucking his wife behind his back—even a little guilty—but he wasn't bothered at all. He gave both Bella and I a nod of greeting and then smiled at his wife to say goodbye. Alice smiled at him too and lifted on her toes to give him a kiss on the mouth. Bella darkened at that, possibly wondering where else that mouth might've been.
"Are you sure you're okay with this, baby?" Alice was saying to Jasper. "I mean, it kind of makes me a hypocrite. When we first met, I convinced you to stop feeding from humans, and now…"
Jasper shook his head with a smile. "I switched feeding habits for my own reasons, Alice."
"Yeah, because of me."
Jasper chuckled and shook his head once more. He seemed to have a lot of experience dealing with his cute little wife and he didn't waste too much time setting her at ease. "Just have a good time, Alice," he said. "I'll see you when you get back and you can count on me to support you when you tell the others."
Alice sighed and gazed up at him in the sunlight. There was a large height difference between them and they made a very attractive couple. Alice short with short black hair. Jasper tall and blonde with long hair in a ponytail. He was cupping her face and she gave him a special smile.
"Thanks, Jazz," she said, and gave him another kiss.
Bella rolled her eyes and glanced at me as if I ought be just as outraged as she was. I had a feeling Bella might insist Alice brush her teeth before they're next makeout session.
Alice rocked back on her heels and giggled.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," she said, backing away to the boat. "We're gonna be out all night!"
Giggling again she scampered onto the boat and settled behind the controls. Bella had her arms folded but she managed to overcome her heterophobia enough to at least approach the man and give him a smile.
"Thanks for letting us borrow her, Jazz," she said. "I know it's a bit awkward, but seriously. It's been so cool getting to know Alice again. I wish I could invite you to come hunting with us as well, but we're not into guys, and honestly, I can't condone a man doing what we're gonna do."
I touched a hand to my forehead. Such a flagrant double standard but I suppose I could understand the sentiment.
Jasper didn't take any offence. He smiled and looked down at the wooden boards of the pier and then looked up again at Bella.
"Well," he said. "I wouldn't be interested, anyway."
Bella nodded. She was quite embarrassed from all this and she didn't know how to end the conversation politely. Jasper did, however, and he gave a toss of his chin toward the boat.
"Just keep her out of too much trouble," he said.
I laughed and took Bella's arm.
"We'll try," I said.
The boat was already rumbling to life. Alice was wearing a jaunty captain's cap cocked on her head and she lifted it and waved with it to Jasper. Jasper waved back. Bella was climbing into the boat, giggling, and I climbed in as well, and soon the boat was away from the pier and motoring through the beautiful blue water toward the mainland.
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AN: Lots of anal in this one, lol. It's mostly because I needed an excuse for Vicky to go down to the kitchen. Butter seemed to work. ;)
This was the Esme chapter. Carlisle finally comes in useful, providing the motivation for Esme to sneak a little on the sly with Vicky, lol. I know a lot of you would've preferred Bella and Esme, but Vicky really needed a scene of her own, and this seemed to make more sense. I think Esme and Vicky actually had a bit of chemistry. The tone of the scene was very woman to woman.
Not sure about Alice sucking the strapon. She's bi, but still. Maybe after half a million words of non-stop sex scenes, I'm just running out of material, lol.
Next chapter is Alice's first human hunt. Hopefully I can come up with something special for her. ;)