A Housecall for Angie (part three of series)

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Hello? she answered breathlessly, with more than a little aggravation in her voice. She choked back a groan as Davey pulled at her cunt to put one of his back legs over her, putting them ass-to-ass again.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the line. You sound like you're a bit busy.

Angie squealed, Cara! Hi!

The woman laughed. So, are you busy?

I'm, uh, a little tied up, so to speak.

Mmm, I can imagine what kind of tied you are. Did I catch you at a bad time?

No, no. I'm sort of stuck for a while, anyway. You get to listen to me come at least one more time, though... she added mischievously.

Oh, I can do better than that. Mind if I drop by?

Of course! I'd love to see you. I can't exactly get to the door to unlock it, though. Come around to the back. The glass door is open.

I'll be there in ten minutes, then.

And I'll probably still be kind of stuck.

Good. I'll get to play along. I've got Joey with me, is that okay.

Oh my God, yeah! Bring him!

Cara laughed lightly at her enthusiasm. See ya soon!

Angie hung up and put the phone back on the table. She tried to relax her pussy, hoping that maybe she could untie with Davey before Cara arrived, after all. But no such luck. Before she knew it, Cara was knocking on the sliding glass door she was facing. She held a leash that was connected to a large, silvery-grey Weimeraner, which was standing obediently beside her. He was a little taller than Davey. Cara smirked at the display Angie was putting on and slid the door open, walking inside.

Close the curtains? Angie requested. Cara did, and commanded her dog to sit and stay.

She sat down on the sofa, near Angie and Davey, crossing her bare legs languidly. She leaned forward for a moment to stroke down the center of Angie's back. How long have you been there?

Almost twenty minutes, Angie grunted again as Davey started trying to pull his cock from her body. After a few tries, the knot popped free.

She grinned, getting up and letting the come drain from her cunt, down her legs, and onto the beach towels she'd put down on the floor. A large wet spot developed around her feet as the come soaked in. After letting Davey back out, she stepped toward Cara and climbed onto her lap, kneeling there and straddling her thighs. She kissed her, sucking hungrily at her lips and tongue, and pushed the tight, glittered tee shirt off over Cara's head. As she moved to massage and mouth them, Cara felt the come still slowly dripping from Angie soak through her skirt and onto her skin. Her pussy started to feel slick already.

So, Angie said between laps at her nipples, are you going to fuck Joey while I watch? Or what?

I thought maybe you could have a go at him. Then, later, I can have the leftovers. She grinned and slid a hand over Angie's slippery thigh, fingers hitting home at her clit, making her groan and write against her a little.

Sounds like a good plan. Something I want to do first, though.

Joey watched with interest as Angie moved down to the floor again, on her knees between Cara's legs, and pushed the soft skirt up around her waist. There were no panties there to discard. Angie kissed and nipped high on her inner thighs, running her tongue over the shaved mound and slit, pressing her tongue into the very top of it before using her hands to spread Cara's legs wider. Cara leaned her head back against the sofa cushion and ran her fingers through Angie's hair.

Open your legs so Joey can lick you... Cara said, gasping as Angie's lips formed a suction around her clit.

Angie obeyed and Cara called Joey over. He sniffed Angie and slowly began to lick this new person. His tongue ran up her ass crack, then made Angie moan into Cara's pussy as his tongue began finding its way inside her every few licks.

She moved down a little, her own tongue wiggling into the folds of Cara's pussy, licking out and swallowing the wetness that dripped from it. Before very long, Cara's body tensed and jerked, grinding into Angie's mouth as she came. Angie licked more quickly at her opening, drinking the flow of honey the orgasm produced.

As Cara recovered, Angie stood. Why don't we move upstairs?

Cara stood and straightened her skirt, picking up her shirt and purse as Angie wadded up the towels from the floor and mopped up the damp spot that had seeped through them, following her up the stairs and into a bedroom with Joey tagging happily along.

Angie led her to her parents' bedroom. She knew her room wasn't exactly the most adult-oriented, and although she was pretty sure Cara had figured out she wasn't eighteen, she would rather keep the obnoxious posters plastered to her walls out of sight for now.

Are you ready for Joey? Cara asked, running her tongue over lips and shedding her skirt.

God, more than ready! Angie giggled, sitting down on the bed. She wondered if she could get the bed linens washed, dried, and back on the bed before her parents got home