Barely Legal (Closed)

Closed for Mephistophelily and fuckmeat. This thread will be a dark non-consent story. We will be pushing limits and experimenting with our creativity as we write. Read at your own risk.

David stretched lazily, his arm brushing his wife, Rose, lightly as he reached up and above the oak headboard of their bed. He checked the time. Eight thirteen, and he knew the day all to well. It was Saturday morning in the middle of June, and it was officially his favorite day of the year. Their neighbor, who they had been watching for quite a while now, was officially of age. Today was her eighteenth birthday, and she wasn't the only one excited about it.

He rolled over slightly and lifted the covers a bit as he snaked his arm over to tease Rose. His hand ran along her bare skin, and he knew that he would make his intentions obvious before long, if they weren't already. He knew where her sensitive spots were by heart now, and could find them blindfolded, so he didn't need to pay much attention as he stared at her face and smiled, thinking of the celebration coming later.

They had it all planned out, a private party for their favorite little girl. He just hoped their work would be appreciated, as they spent so much time preparing. He closed his green eyes and visualized the girl, young and sweet, even as his fingers found a nipple at the peak of his wife's breast and playfully pinched. His rugged face cracked a grin, then he pulled his hand away to brush his dark brown hair out away from his brow. His eyes opened again and his smile broadened. "Morning sleepy. Today is the big day," he whispered.

At 27 years old, he considered himself at his prime. He was slim and muscular, and he knew his smile could bed most any woman. But he only had eyes for his wife. Well, not counting the neighbor girl... His hand drifted back to his wife's body as he leaned closer and whispered something deliciously naughty in her ear. he was in the mood for some warm-ups, and he was really hoping she was too.

His hand slipped down a bit further to check, and his smile never faded. His own excitement was quite evident, and even now it pressed anxiously against the sheets, creating a nice big tent over his hips. And he was looking for some relief.

Today was going to be a good day.

Rachael [From Biblical Hebrew, meaning 'innocent lamb'] woke when her alarm sounded and resisted the urge to snooze it. Her parents were already up and moving about, she could hear them making last minute preparations for their trip away. Rachael's older brother Seth was preaching the word in the Dominican Republic and their parents had decided it was as good an excuse as any for a holiday. Seth was eager to show his parents how his ministry was progressing. Rachael had elected to stay behind, partly to care for her cat and their various houseplants but also because she secretly thought Seth had always been favoured by their parents. She felt a little guilty that she had no burning desire to be a missionary herself. Her mother assured her that God had a plan for her and that it wasn't necessary to go halfway around the world to win His good favour but Rachael privately had her doubts.

Her father dragged a heavy suitcase past her doorway and Rachal admitted defeat. She swung her slim, pale legs out of bed, sat up to stretch luxuriously and then chugged the glass of water on her nightstand. She wore cotton pyjamas with daisies printed on them and her room was decorated in her favourite colour; sky blue. Mementoes from her childhood were displayed here and there; a battered teddybear, storybooks, a lifelike baby doll in a pram and her first simplified Bible for children. A silver ring adorned her wedding finger, indicating that she was determined not to engage sexual activity of any kind until she was married. She got a lot of teasing for it from the boys at school but the ring was serving its purpose. Very few boys bothered to hit on her now because they knew they wouldn't get anywhere.

Rachael spent the better part of an hour continuing her project to read the whole Bible and reflecting on what she had learned from God's word in prayer. She had made it all the way to the book of Romans and the scripture there was shockingly explicit. Rachael flushed a little as she read it.

Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools and changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and four-footed beasts, and creeping things. Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonor their own bodies between themselves. They changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen.

For this cause God gave them up unto their vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature and likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet.

And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are unholy; being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, without understanding, covenant-breakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful.

They know the judgment of God, that they who commit such things are worthy of death, but they not only do the same, they have pleasure in doing such things.

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Rachael showered swiftly, washing herself perfunctorily in the same way she had done since she was a small child. She dressed with her usual modesty, pulling on utilitarian white cotton underwear and picking a loose sundress that covered her shoulders and fell below her knees. Even though she was eighteen today, she still barely even needed a bra. Her mother had larger breasts and so Rachael still hoped to be merely a late developer. She knew that wishing such things was vanity and probably why God was letting her lag behind in her development but to Rachael, breasts meant adulthood, marriage, fertility, and motherhood. Her little B cup breasts made her feel less attractive as a prospective wife.

She styled her curly, naturally red hair carefully, applying some anti-frizz products that her mother had reluctantly given up complaining about. God may have made her a natural beauty but Rachael's hair looked awful if she didn't care for it properly.

She wandered downstairs now that she was properly attired. Her mother wouldn't allow her to slouch around in her pyjamas, even at the weekend. Her birthday presents and cards were arranged on the kitchen table, in time honoured family tradition. Rachael's mother presented her with a plate of pancakes, clumsily cut into the numbers one and eight.

"Where's my birthday girl?"

Rachael deposited the pancakes on the table and gave her mother a hug. Helen wasn't a tactile person so the gesture was received a little awkwardly. Rachael's mother broke away after a few moments to hold her at arm's length but there was warmth in her smile.

"Look at you, all grown up."

Rachael ate her breakfast and then her father photographed her with her gifts. She opened the cards first and then the presents, making a list of people to send notes of thanks to as she did so. Her gifts included an engraved fountain pen, encouraging her to keep up her personal Bible study, some toiletries, a cross stitch kit to make a picture of a cat and a personalised silver bookmark. Finally, her parents presented her with their own present, a gold necklace with a locket bearing the number 18. Inside were pictures of her mother and father.

"Now you'll always have us with you no matter where life takes you." Her father told her, replicating Helen's awkward hug with even more efficiency before announcing it was time to leave for church. They would have to go straight from the service to the airport, leaving Rachael to walk home alone.

Rachael ran upstairs to her room to brush her teeth and get her books, able to see her parents rolling their eyes at her lack of decorum without actually bothering to look. It was her birthday though, so they had to be lenient. She opened a small compartment in her musical jewellery box and allowed herself the guilty vanity of a light tinted moisturiser, clear mascara and a rose pink lipbalm. So far her mother had failed to notice these subtle enhancements to Rachael's natural beauty and she intended to keep it that way.

Now she was old enough to marry, old enough to do all the things she had spent years fantasising about like go on proper dates, fall in love and plan her wedding.

"Mm." Rose stirred slightly as she felt a hand drape against her skin, lazily placing her own against it and starting to push it away. She had been having such a good dream, such a wonderful play of her imagination... Why was he bothering her? Her eyes slightly opened as his fingers found her breast, purring out a soft laugh as she wriggled her bottom against his hip.

Oh.
Oh, that's right...
Darling Rachael.

Finally rolling to her back, she looked up at him, smirking a bit as she found his grinning face. "It's her birthday... and YOU'RE acting like the one getting the presents..." She reached up, running a finger against his cheek. "I hope she likes the party. I know you'll love it. So many fun games...."

She closed her eyes again as a few of the entertainment plans drifted through her mind, cooing a giggle as David whispered a few of his own into her ear. "Ohh, I like that. Maybe we need a quick practice round. You know. So we can give Rachael the proper rules." Her smile spread as his wandering hand pressed down her naked body, finding her cleared sex and the response his teasing words had caused.

"A quick example, dear. After all, we need to see mommy and daddy off. Rainbows and butterflies...." She trailed off as she lifted the sheet, bolting underneath to find her husband already at full attention. Her lips engulfed him, teasingly taking her time to gain any real momentum, lazily toying her tongue against him. The image of Dear Rachael ran through her mind, the deliciously innocent thing next door, daughter to those Bible-thumpers that had frowned so hard at the minute tattoo that had peeked from Rose's shirt on their first encounter. "A cross," she had explained as she pulled down the shirt a bit more, an appalled look from Mommy-dearest at revealing so much skin before her husband. "To keep Him near to my heart."

They had accepted that. There were others, far more pieces of artwork, across her flesh, though they had rarely made the light of day. Her husband, however, had full view of them now and every day as his wife's nude body sprawled beneath the blanket, her toes pulling the sheet from the bed and revealing the line of barb wire upon her left thigh that bore her David's name. Serving him for life.

Fuck. I love it when she does that with her tongue... David's mind was having an interesting time separating images of his fully nude wife with what he imagined to be Rachael's similarly exposed flesh. He couldn't wait to compare to two, take in both forms, and fully appreciate all the good Lord had given him. She was finally eighteen...

His thoughts broke as she hit a particularly sensitive spot on his cock. "Mmmm. Rose dear, if you keep that up, I'll be sure to make sure you fully appreciate the consequences." His threat was said with a devilish grin, of course. Even as he spoke, he snaked a hand down her lithe form, and after shifting his torso forward slightly, he traced a few fingers down the center of her supple ass.

His fingers stretched down between her legs as he found his target, and it only took a moment of manipulation to slip two now wet fingers into her folds. He wiggled them teasingly, knowing that soon he would be pushing something far better into her.

He groaned again as his efforts were apparently inciting something more from his wife. But soon his thoughts turned back to the young, innocent girl that was the object of their special party tonight. He could almost visualize his hands roaming her skin, freeing her small breast, encasing pink nubs that made her quiver with excitement.

He gasped suddenly. "Fuck baby. I need you now," he growled as he pulled her head up and rolled her onto her back. He positioned himself within moments and slid easily deep into his prize.

But his thoughts were still torn, still picturing his new toy.

Her hips wavered tauntingly as he playfully threatened, purring against his shaft as he snaked his hand down between her thighs and teased against her already aroused entry. It only took him a moment to find his way inside her, Rose thanking him for the wonderful wakeup by sucking him a bit harder, her own hand grasping the base of him and gently massaging the thick engorgement.

He bucked up slightly. Oooh, either she found a good spot, or something was on his mind.
Something- Oh right. Of course.

Her assumptions were quickly proven correct as he grabbed her hair and pushed her over, his gravelled voice explaining as he brought both their efforts into one. He slipped in through her already aching lips, Rose moaning as he filled her and starting to rock her hips up to meet him. "Your mind's wandering again, isn't it?," She cooed, smirking up at him as she licked her lips.

"There's so much to teach her, baby. So much to show her. So many gifts..." She moaned as her own thoughts drifted, David's actions not helping at all with the ideas coming to mind. Such a pure little thing. She probably hadn't even seen a man's dick before... Her mother seemed the type to have barred her from sex ed. Rose purred a laugh at that, groaning as she leaned up to kiss him.

Rachael sat near the front of the church with her parents, hanging on the preacher's every word and taking notes. Lots of people had wished her happy birthday as they had milled and chatted before the service began. Her study Bible lay open on the empty seat beside her, some of the text underlined and notes scrawled in the margins. The preacher invited them all to turn to a scripture and as Rachael laid her notebook down and took up her Bible, her new engraved pen fell to the floor. She leaned down and felt around for it.

There was a light tap on her shoulder. Rachael turned around to see that Matthew was sitting behind her, a handsome boy she had always liked. He had dark hair that he'd allowed to grow a little longer than the elders of their church thought was neat and tidy. It curled around his ears and framed his face. He had big blue eyes behind his glasses and a cute dimple when he smiled. He held up her pen and then wrote on a scrap of paper with it.

"Would you like to go see a movie with me?"

Rachael took the pen and paper from him, reading it with a smile. He had been courting another girl a while back but her family had moved away and it seemed he was on the market once more. Matthew was a couple of years older than her, completing an apprenticeship with his father, who was a mechanic. Rachael had had no idea that he liked her but his friend was smiling at her encouragingly, as though she might say no. She studied Matthew's handwriting again before adding her own reply in a pretty cursive.

"I'd love to."

Matthew responded by writing down his mobile phone number. Like her, he would have a very basic phone given to him by his parents that was supposed to be used for emergencies only. Like her, he would make sure it always had credit so that he had an uncensored means of communication with his friends. Rachael's parents had no TV or computer and their radio was always tuned to a local christian station that played suitably appropriate, family friendly songs.

Rachael took the paper and pen from him, her fingers touching his for a moment, making her blush at the contact. Rachael's mother had finally had enough of her fooling around though and she got a sharp elbow in the ribs to remind her to concentrate and show respect. Rachael folded the paper into her notebook and went back to following the sermon.

She had never felt more alive. She wanted to dance down the aisle. It was her eighteenth birthday today and already she had a date with the loveliest guy in her congregation.

For a brief moment, David saw Rachael on her back beneath him, legs spread, inviting his use. The image faded as fast as it had come, and he found himself gazing into Rose's closed eyes. He decided to give her a little wake-up call, something to interrupt her train of delicious thoughts.

He pulled almost all the way out, pausing for a very brief rhythm-breaking moment. Then he pushed again harder than he had before and bottomed out quickly. Up until then, he'd been using rolling hips to tease mostly, but now he quickened his pace fervently. He'd snap her back to reality, even if just for a moment. He loved teasing his wife in so many ways.

"Now who's mind is wandering, dear?" He asked innocently between thrusts. His voice took on a slight condescending tone as he continued. "Were you thinking about that poor naïve girl's lips latched onto your pussy? Nibbling your clit maybe?" Of course, this backfired just a bit, as it was nigh impossible to give someone else a delicious mental image without forming a similar one in your own mind. And sure enough. There was Rose, standing over Rachael, moaning with hips bucking into the girl's upturned face. God, that image was hot.

It proved to be a bit too much. He felt it building inside him, too late to stop now, too late to do anything but enjoy, as it felt like there was some great energy pouring out of him, from his head and feet, all drawing towards his hips, ready to transfer to his partner. One more...

"Oh God, Rose. I'm cumming!"

So many things to teach that sweet little mind... All those wonderful, sinful pleasures that would leave her wanting more. Rose moaned from both the imagary in her head and the taunts of her husband, her eyes still holding closed- until he gave a sharp forceful shove into her, the woman beneath gasping out as her eyes shot open.

"Simply presents I wish to give," She purred, crooning happily as he picked on her about her own wandering mind, his suggested imagry causing her to writhe and moan beneath him. So many wonderful little lessons that could be taught, wonderful things to experience.

His thrusts were becoming harder, stronger, as his breathing grew labored. Rose herself was gasping, nearly laughing as he warned on his impending release. The idea of Rachael at the bedside, her husband pulling out to provide the gift of his seed to the young woman's mouth, laced with her own juices-

The thought of it all was too much even for Rose. She pulled herself away from him, knowing full well that the idea of simply spilling on the bedsheets was far too mundane for him. Instead, she sat up quickly, pushing his chest to get him to raise back on his knees, his wife bending over to snatch his release in her lips. her mouth worked to take in every drop, her tongue coaxing straggling remains before she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she smiled up at him.

"I can't want to taste you from her...," She admitted playfully, smirking as she started to slip from the bed. "Mmm... We have lots to do, darlin'. So much to set up for the party." She glanced at him as she reached for the red sundress hanging from the chair beside her nightstand. Such a glow to his face, a sparkle to his eye. He certainly was in a glorious mood today...

"Tschhh, baby. You keep that look on your face, someone's going to think you've done something naughty." She reached over, gently running her fingers against his cheek. "Don't spoil the surprise."

Rachael avoided chatting with people after the service, knowing her parents needed to get off to the airport and that they would want to say goodbye to her. They filed out into the sunlight and she hugged them both. Rachael was wearing the locket they had given her. She was about to start walking when Matthew appeared and offered to accompany her. Rachael blushed and nodded happily. She knew one or two girls in the congregation would be less than happy to see him walking her home and it just added to her sense of triumph. He took her books and they dawdled along together, talking about school and other stuff. Then Matthew turned to her, his face suddenly flushed.

"Um... do have plans tonight? Wait, it's your birthday, of course you have plans."

Rachael couldn't believe he was actually nervous, even though he'd already asked her out in church.

"I'm going to my neighbour's tonight. They're making sure I don't wreck the place while mum and dad are away. It's just a quiet little thing or I'd invite you along."

"So when shall we see this movie?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Well, there's tomorrow night, but I can't be too late because of school on Monday. I have a test." Rachael fidgeted with her purse, suddenly wishing she had her books in her arms so she could look less lame.

"Ok. I'll see what's showing tomorrow afternoon and text you. I'm sure there'll be something you'd like to watch."

"Ok." She replied, smiling shyly.

The rest of the walk passed in a shy silence and within a few minutes, they were outside Rachael's house. Matthew knew he wasn't going to be invited in. The preacher went on endlessly about young couples only seeing each other in public places, lest they sin and wound their souls. Rachael took her books from him and gave his cheek a gentle peck.

Rachael looked at the clock. In a couple of hours she would be due at her neighbours'. She was a little frustrated at not being able to have some of her girlfriends round but her father had been horrified at the very idea of an unsupervised gathering. Rachael fixed a sandwich and then slouched around, enjoying having the place to herself.

David collected himself, smile still plastered on his face. "Maybe you'd better go collect her without me. I have some stuff to attend to and preparations to make. Besides, I don't want to ruin any surprises..."

He got up and kissed his wife squarely on the lips, resisting the urge to explore her mouth with his tongue, as they just didn't have time to start all over again now. He slowly moved to grab a pair of khakis and a loose button-up black shirt. He headed out to the garage, where he would spend some time organizing items and making sure the 'party favors' were all set up.

As he worked, his mind was in a constant state of wandering. He saw so many delicious scenes running around, so many images of his wife and young neighbor, their bodies tangled together in sweet bliss. He could feel the crotch of his pants getting tight, and he ended up making most of his preparations with a semi-hard cock clearly visible through the material, but he just couldn't help it.

He tried to concentrate on something else, so he hummed, whistled, and softly sang a few songs as he worked. It wasn't working. He half considered going back inside and giving Rose another round. But he was almost done working. Just a few more items... That did it. He hoped, anyways.

Satisfied, he walked back inside and found Rose working on something by the counters. He came up behind he and slipped his arm around, letting her feel his hardon pressed against her ass while his hands fondled her breasts through the thin material of her dress.

"How's it going in here?"

"On my own?," Rose asked in a mock flabbergasted voice, placing a hand against her chest in a shocked pose. "But darling, what if I get distracted? It could be hours before I get back..." She grinned, dropping the hand as he leaned over to kiss her, a happy purr in her throat as he pulled away.

"Alright then, sweets. I'll just get a few things ready myself and be on my way over." She glanced to the clock beside the bed, ticking off a few things on her fingers. "Get everything washed up, those platters ready- Yeah, I should have time enough for all that before she gets home from church."

Rose paused, glancing at him with a half a smile. "Hm."

As he headed off to the garage, she stepped into the bathroom, taking care of a few things of her own before making her way to the kitchen. Taking a moment to inspect the contents of the "junk drawer", she smiled and shook her head at the sight of David's old electric razor. He still hadn't gotten that fixed? Stashing it in here... Well, at least she knew where it was. The guitar wire from her old Fender was still hiding there as well; Rose had given up on playing a few years back, leaving her beloved guitar to rest in the back of the garage. A mess of old junk... Stuffed into a drawer.

Closing it, she instead went to the fridge, taking out the veggies that needed to be washed up. There was also a bottle of wine settled in the back corner, something that the two of them had been saving for quite some time. Maybe they would finally pop that cork.

Her mind was wandering, trying to plot out everything to its perfection for the evening as she moved from the food to the other items needed for the evening. Rachael's cake was settled on the counter, a simple white cake with her name carefully written across it. Rose had even found a 1 and 8 candle to place atop it, a little surprise even David hadn't been told about.

She smiled as his hands crept around her dress, fingers so deft at finding her nipples teasing through the fabric as he rocked against her. "Hello handsome." She pushed back against him, closing her eyes as she sighed. "Mmm. Going well. Just getting ready to head over... I washed everything, by the way. It's all on that tray, over by the cake. I wasn't sure on where you wanted them." She turned around, standing on her toes to give him a quick kiss. "Be back in a bit, darlin'."

Peeling his arms from her body, she grinned, starting for the hall and humming 'happy birthday' as she opened the door. The car across the road was gone. Mommy and Daddy should have been in the air by now. Rose had never been so ecstatic when they had asked she and David to watch after Rachael, managing to keep her demeanor as she had nodded. "Of course. On her birthday? Oh, what a shame! Don't worry, dear. David and I will have a special party for you. No, now, Helen, don't look at me like that; I know what you're going to say. Just a little celebration. After all Rachael is a woman now. That needs to be something truly special."

Oh, it certainly would be.

She knocked on the door, her smile growing as she waited for the young woman to open the door. "Rachael? Rachael, dear, it's Rose. David's back at the house waiting for us... Are you ready, hun?"

Rachael hadn't been sure what to wear for her neighbours' little party. They weren't churchgoers themselves and Rose always looked so cool and fashionable. Next to her Rachael always felt dowdy in the stuff her parents bought her. It was only supposed to be an informal little party but she still wanted to look nice. After rejecting virtually everything in her closet, Rachael settled on a soft black v neck t shirt. It had shrunk in the wash a little but Rachael had hung onto it and the fabric hugged her slim curves a little instead of hanging off of her frame. She pulled on some skinny jeans that she usually only wore under baggy shirts. Rachael decided that she liked her figure and wearing clothes like that made her feel grown up and sophisticated. She pushed her feet into some flip-flops and turned her attention to her face. Rachael reapplied her tinted moisturiser, clear mascara and rosy pink lipbalm. She didn't have any other make-up. She ran a brush through her hair and applied some more frizz calming stuff.

There was a knock on the door and Rachael bounced down the stairs to answer it. As she expected, it was Rose. The other woman seemed flushed and excited at the prospect of throwing this party for her when Rachael had assumed they would see it as a bit of a chore. She smiled brightly at her neighbour, grabbed her purse and left.

"I hope you haven't gone to too much trouble. I was going to just have a few friends over but dad wouldn't hear of it. How's David?"

Rose's smile grew a bit more as Rachael came to the door, surprised to find the Darling wearing such a testing outfit of her parents' rules. "No trouble at all, Sweets. Nice shirt, by the way." She winked at her, smirking as she wrapped an arm around Rachael's shoulder. "Oh, I won't tell, hun. You're a big girl now, you wear what you like. Why, you can even try out a few things from my closet. Our little secret, hm?" She patted the girl's arm as they made their way back across the street, the idea of Rachael in a few choice things of her wardrobe. Ohh. Better stop that now.

"David? David... Oh-ho, it's been awhile since he's planned a party. Such an excited guy right now. He got up before ME today, he was so excited. He loves parties, Rachael. Ever since we decided to hold one for you, he's been planning. Pretty sure it's one you'll never forget." The feel of the young woman's smooth white skin beneath her fingers brought a new smile to her face, her fingertips dancing against her flesh for a moment as her mind wandered. "Have you ever seen all my tattoos, hun? I know your folks have seen the cross. I wouldn't dare show ALL of them to them. I think your mom would've fainted." She laughed with that, pausing as she peered toward her own garage. The bay door was closed... David must've had everything ready out there now.

Just what had he been up to, anyway?
The Tom Waits song came to mind for a moment; What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there?
She couldn't wait to see.

"We have a cake for you, hun. I wasn't sure what you liked anymore. Just a white cake, vanilla frosting. Vanilla can be so awfully boring sometimes, though." She smiled, opening the door. "David, darlin'! We're ba-ack!"

Rachael let Rose lead her into their house. She had been there many times before. Rose ushered her through to the kitchen where there was the white cake, party food and other party paraphernalia strewn around. David was there in khakis and a shirt, looking surprisingly excited for a guy who was hosting some kid's eighteenth. Rachael assumed he must really be making an effort to make her feel better about her parents being away but secretly, Rachael thought they were a little boring and pedantic, though she loved them dearly. She smiled hello to David and went to give him a quick hug.

"Thankyou so much, you're very kind, it all looks lovely." She gushed, thinking that this just might compensate for her dad refusing to let her have her friends over. Rose was also beaming at her, so it seemed appropriate to hug her too.

Rachael regarded them shyly, waiting to be offered a drink or something.

David smiled as his wife came back with Rachael in tow. He returned Rachael's offered hug, being very careful not to let his hands stray too low. He settled on the small of her back, squeezing his chest into hers. He nodded with a smile and waved dismissively at her thanks. Then he turned and fished a soda out of the fridge, and after opening it, he handed it to Rachael. "Its no problem, hun. We're happy to have you here, its a special day for you, isn't it? Planning on smoking, getting tattoos, and playing the lotto now?" He teased with a grin.

He turned around and pulled some wings out of the oven, the chicken sizzled happily on the tin foil. As he reached for the hot sauce, he turned to look at the girls. "Why don't you girls go get settled? I just need to finish getting the food set up here, won't be but a few more minutes." With that, he busied himself with pouring the wings into a bowl, added some sauce, and closed the lid. As he started shaking, his mind wandered once again.

It was almost time for the fun to begin, and he was getting antsy. He tried to focus on the food, and even now worked on some chips and dip on a platter. The sodas were next, a few dropped in an ice bucket. What was left? He looked around, lost for a moment. Ranch and bleu cheese.

As he set out the condiments, he surveyed the scene. Everything looked good. It was time to go and find the girls.

Rose smiled as Rachael gave her husband a hug, leaning against the counter as she watched the two. Oh, he was certainly trying hard to behave himself, wasn't he? With a hug sent her way as well, Rose's smile grew, patting the young woman's shoulder as she wrapped her arms about her. "No worries on it, hun. We'll all have fun."

At David's comments on an 18 year old's prospective activities, she glanced at him, sticking her tongue out slightly as he opened the soda for Rachael. "Remembering your own birthday, dear?," She teased, rubbing Rachael's shoulder as she smiled. "C'mon. Let's leave him to his Iron Chef fun down here... You can come up and peek in my closet. I bet I have a few dresses that'd look great on you. Maybe borrow one for a date or two, huh?" She laughed. "Oh, come on. There's got to be someone you've been eyeing. Let's go gossip."

She glanced back to David, clearing her throat. "You know, girl stuff YOU wouldn't be interested in." She grinned a bit wider with that, helping to guide Rachael out of the kitchen. "Mom and Dad won't even know, hun. I promise. So pick out whatever you like."

Leading her to the staircase, she waved her hand ahead of her, letting Rachael go first. That cute little ass in those tight little jeans- A beautiful sight. David would be jealous. "First door on the left, sweets. I'll be right up. Go ahead and peek for something that catches your eye."

She glanced back to David, wriggling her fingers at him before starting upstairs. "Security system's on, right?," she asked sweetly, sticking her tongue out once again before darting up herself. "Raa-chaelll..."

Rachael opened a closet in the master bedroom and found that it contained David's clothes. Everything was arranged neatly and it all had a distinctively male fragrance to it. To Rachael, who spent zero time in close proximity to men, the aroma of leather, shoe polish and cologne was oddly exotic. She lingered a moment and breathed it in, wondering how it would feel to be a married woman with a man around all the time. Unwilling to be caught snooping though, Rachael closed the closet after a moment or two.

The next one had Rose's things and Rachael's jaw dropped. There was a lot of stuff that she had never seen Rose wear. Whereas Rachael's own clothes were in muted colours, Rose's were a vibrant rainbow. Everything seemed to be short, low cut, encrusted with glitter and sequins or slinky and sophisticated. There was a lot of lycra and the garments seemed insubstantial on the hangers. Rose had a busty, curvy figure and a lot of the dresses would be extremely tight on her. Some would also be extremely short, totally indecent for going outdoors in. The clothes weren't even half the story. There were handbags, scarves, teetering heels, sexy boots, you name it. There was nothing that Rachael could see herself wearing though. She didn't date the kind of guys who wanted a girl to look like that. If she met Matthew dressed like that he'd probably quote scripture at her and then go straight home.

She heard Rose approaching, calling her name and forced herself to look less shocked.

"Hi Rose, I'm in the bedroom." She called.

"Oh, good. You found mine." Rose smiled, coming up behind her and resting her hands on her shoulders. "Well? Anything interesting? I know it's a bit different than what you'd wear normally. We'll just... play dress-up, is all. You know, a more grown up version of it. You never know, we may find you like getting out of your comfort zone." She grinned, pointing in to a slinky little baby blue mini dress hiding in the corner. "Oh, that. That would look so nice on you." Patting the girl's shoulders, she finally let go, moving forward to take it up from the bar.

"Let me see." She held it against Rachael, smiling as she looked her over. "Ohhh. That looks so nice with your eyes- and your hair! I've always loved blue on a redhead. Try it on. Please? Just to give it a little try. No one else can see us, hun. I'll even put on one I've been putting off trying. David got it for me a few years ago but- I just can't seem to see myself in it. It's just too... I don't know." She reached into the back of the closet, taking out a hanger bag and hugging it to her chest as she looked back to Rachael. "Come on, sweetie. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

She tried to say it as innocently as possible, refusing to let the smile fall. "It's all in fun, hun. Just more grown up versions of kid's games. You're an adult now, right? May as well have some fun in the transition." She ginned again, turning away to unzip the bag and taking out the black and purple fabric inside. "Oh, this looks like a mess," She laughed, peeking over her shoulder to Rachael. She couldn't help but steal glances, wondering what the girl was making of this... Was she going to go along with it?

One step at a time.
Get her out of her own clothing, less chance of her trying to leave before the party really started...
...And there was still all the fun to be had with David's presents.

"Need some help, sweets?"

Rose began to slip out of her clothes so excitedly that Rachael didn't feel able to refuse to join in. She was careful about changing though, pulling the minidress over her head so that her upper body was covered before she removed her top. She then rolled the dress down over her ass before unfastening her jeans and lowering them to the floor. Her underwear was still very drab but the dress did look good with her colouring. It was loose in the front though, because Rose's breasts were much larger than hers.

Rachael avoided looking at Rose as she changed but she did spot black and purple in her peripheral vision. Rachael smoothed the sexy dress over her slim figure, very self conscious with so much leg and décolletage exposed. She fidgeted awkwardly and waited for Rose to turn and notice how she looked.

Rose wiggled and wriggled into her own outfit, forcing a laugh as she fought with it. "No wonder I hadn't tried this on! It's a deathtrap!" Finally getting it in place, she turned around in the black and purple corset, shaking her head as she tugged it to cover her breasts. "It's like he forgets my bra size sometimes...," She sighed, pausing as she saw Rachael.

Oh good god.
That sweet girl looked so lost in that dress, but so- so-
She swallowed. It was getting too hard to keep behaving.

"I didn't realize I had stretched it out that much," She confessed sheepishly, going over to help her readjust, her own red dress now in a pile on the floor and leaving her in simply the corset and black thong. "Let me help. Here, pull this up a bit more, and- Oh! I have these bra clips that'll help keep everybody up." She reached for her dresser, leaning over the girl's shoulder and taking a soft breath. She smelled so wonderful...

The clips. Right.
Snatching them up, she stepped behind her to adjust the straps, coming back around to look at her. "Perfect. I know you'll never wear it outside, but it looks really good on you." She made a slight frown, tapping her chin for a moment. "One more thing." She reached for the dresser yet again, taking up a black choker. "Here. One of my favorites," She explained, wrapping it around the girl's neck and clasping it. "You look beautiful, Sugar," she whispered, her hands still behind Rachael's head as she suddenly pulled her forward, forcing her lips onto the younger girl's.

She had figured David would be the first to cave, not her... But she refused to let go, savoring the taste of Rachael's lips. Her fingers twined into those red locks, keeping her close, Rose's lips parting enough to snatch Rachael's lower in her teeth... A gentle nip, then release. She finally yanked back on the hair in her hand, letting go of the girl as she smiled devilishly. "So very beautiful."

"You look beautiful, Sugar,"

Rachael could only look on helplessly as Rose pulled her into a kiss, engulfing her. Rose's perfume was heady and musky, her lips sweet but hard and invasive as they crushed Rachael's own. Rachael tried to step back but there was nowhere to go, Rose had a hand in her hair. Rachael stood there rigidly as Rose's full breasts crushed against hers. Rose pulled on Rachael's lower lip with her teeth.

For this cause God gave them up unto their vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature.

Rachael could hear the verse as though her local preacher was in the room with them. Rose had lured her here and she had allowed herself to be led and corrupted. Rachael had thought the night's temptations might involve being offered a beer but this was something else altogether.

Rose finally released her and Rachael staggered backwards. She stared at Rose in abject horror and then started pulling the dress over her head, determined to put her own clothes on again and flee to the refuge of her home. Rachael gave no thought to what undressing in front of this woman might provoke, she simply wanted to be out of Rose's second hand rags and out of this house in her own things.

"This is wrong." She stammered, still fighting with the clinging fabric as though it was trying to devour her whole. "This is not who I am. I'm going to go home now."

She didn't care if she appeared ungrateful now. Rachael just wanted to leave.

"No."
Rose grabbed hold of Rachael's arms, her hands tight to the fabric that seemed just as unwilling to let go of its contents. "No, we can't have that. We have a party, Rachael. We went through a lot of trouble to have this for you, and you will stay. We're all gonig to have fun with it, too. You'll see. Don't run away, Sugar. You don't want to do that."

She let go of the dress, only for her hands to return to the red curls of Rachael's head, locking firmly between the strands and pulling her toward the bed. "You don't understand, Sweets. This party is something special. Very special. And I'll be damned if you'll ruin it. Though I suppose I already -am- damned in your eyes, aren't I? Well. I guess there's nothing left to do but enjoy it then, eh?"

She tossed Rachael onto the bed, sighing as she shook her head. "You're such a sweet thing. Always so willing to do anything anyone asked. Then be a good girl and do as we ask. Love thy neighbor as thyself, right Sweets?" She smiled again, cocking her head slightly. "Why can't you be happy with what we planned for you? It really is such fun. I've seen the way you look at David and I. You can have that, Darlin'. We want to give it to you. It's our gift to you. Don't shun it. Oh, you really don't want to shun it." She bent over her, her hands on either side of the girl on the bed. "Because you're getting every one of them, whether you like it or not."

She leaned down a bit more, her body atop Rachael's as she brought her lips to her ear. "And don't be thinking that David's going to be any happier on you refusing our party. I'm the nice one, Darlin'." Her teeth grazed the shell of her ear, gripping and tugging as she sat up a bit. "You are right about one thing, though. My dress shouldn't be on you. That was a gift. And you rejected it. So... off it goes." She reached for David's nightstand, taking out one of his pocket knives.

"He got this while he was in the service. Small, but GOD is it sharp. Serrated... Stainless steel blade- It feels so cold against your skin, so close to tearing into flesh... But if you know how to hold it, it works so wonderfully." She slid the tip of the knife up under the hem of the tightfitting dress, pausing as she looked to Rachael. "Granted whatever you're working on doesn't fucking MOVE." She smiled again, a bright grin as she glided the blade upward, the dress splicing as the teeth bit through the fabric. "I suppose now I'll need a new dress," she sighed ruefully, frowning as she saw the panties beneath.

"You wore THOSE with MY dress?! Ohh, no no no. Those have GOTTA go."

David was standing at the doorway with his body behind the half-closed door. He was having a difficult time not stroking himself right there as the girls changed there in the open, oblivious to his presence. They were strikingly different, but so beautiful, and it was killing him to just watch.

He gasped when Rose grabbed Rachael and kissed her firmly. God, that was hot. And he felt a pang of jealousy, admittedly. He really wanted in on this action, but he realized it was best to let his wife do the work for now, that it was best not to overwhelm the sweet girl so soon. His hand dropped to his crotch and he began rubbing softly through the material.

As Rose pushed the girl to the bed and pinned her, David reevaluated his choice to stay out. It seemed his wife was gonna have all the fun before he even got in there. He frowned, then sneered as she went for his knife. Naughty girl. The knife had been a gift during his time in the service, and he'd kept it sharp and in good condition since. And now it was being used to relieve the young girl of her dress.

The comment about her panties was too much. He strode purposefully through the door and spoke loudly. "What the fuck is going on in here?" He glared at both girls for a moment, then sighed at Rose. "Rose, hun... You started without me?" A grin broke out on his face as he waited for them to continue.

It was too good to miss out on now.

Rose wouldn't let her leave. She propelled Rachael to the bed and pinned her there with her superior weight and strength, Rose's full breasts heaving above her. Rose was still talking conversationally, as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Her tone began to get more mischievous though and she lowered herself down until she was murmuring in Rose's ear.

"...I've seen the way you look at David and I. You can have that, Darlin'. We want to give it to you. It's our gift to you. Don't shun it. Oh, you really don't want to shun it. Because you're getting every one of them, whether you like it or not."

Rose's gaze hardened and Rachael realised she was being threatened. She tried to rise but Rose wasn't about to let her.

"What are you talking about? You can't behave like this. Let me up please. Let me go!" Rose didn't even acknowledge that she had spoken. She nibbled on Rachael's ear and pitched her tone even lower, her voice gaining a husky quality that made it intimate and intimidating all at the same time. Rachael's stomach lurched in fear.

"And don't be thinking that David's going to be any happier on you refusing our party. I'm the nice one, Darlin. You are right about one thing, though. My dress shouldn't be on you. That was a gift. And you rejected it. So... off it goes."

Rachael heard some movement and then suddenly Rose had a knife. It looked wickedly sharp and had the kind of jagged blade that army knives did. Rachael started squirming but Rose wasn't about to be thwarted.

"He got this while he was in the service. Small, but GOD is it sharp. Serrated... Stainless steel blade- It feels so cold against your skin, so close to tearing into flesh... But if you know how to hold it, it works so wonderfully."

Rachael fell still once more as Rose brought the knife down and positioned it between the thin fabric of the dress and the thinner skin of Rachael's chest.

"What are you doing? You can't do that! Please just let me go home. There's been a terrible misunderstanding here." Rachael's tone was pleading now but Rose was wholly engrossed with the task in hand.

"Granted whatever you're working on doesn't fucking MOVE." She continued, before slicing through the dress material efficiently. Rachael froze until she was done, too scared to keep protesting. The dress fell away to pool beneath her and Rachael flinched violently as Rose exclaimed loudly.

"You wore THOSE with MY dress?! Ohh, no no no. Those have GOTTA go."

Rachael grabbed hold of her cotton knickers by the waistband with both hands.

"They're not going anywhere! What on Earth do you think you're doing? Get off of me! Let me g-"

"What the fuck is going on in here?"

Rachel looked round as David strode into the room, seemingly outraged. Relief rose up through her. Rose had been lying. David would never tolerate this kind of behaviour. He was going to rescue her from his wife and let her go home. Rachael wondered if Rose was drunk, though she didn't look it. What had caused her to act like this after years of affectionate friendship? Rachael lifted her upper body towards David, almost as though reaching out for him. Then he delivered the punchline.

"Rose, hun... You started without me?"

David grinned approvingly and then just stood and watched.

Rachael was forced to realise that they were in on this together and that this debauchery had been planned in advance. They both seemed to be sexually interested in her, which was disturbing in the extreme. Rachael looked from David's lascivious smile to Rose's breathy excitement.

"What is wrong with you people!? I don't want to be a part of this, let me go!"

Rachael again tried to get out from under Rose but she was no match for the other woman's strength and determination. Even if she did get past Rose, there was still David between her and the door.

Rachael unleashed an ear splitting scream, desperately hoping that some other neighbour might hear and come running.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Rose glanced over to her husband with mock shock, readjusting her weight to her right arm as the left reached to place her fingers against her lips. "Oh dear. I've been found out..." She pouted slightly, letting her lip jut out as she sat up atop their neighbor. "I'm sorry, Poo. I just... It was just so damn hard to keep being good." She gave a light sigh, using the back of the knife to run against the side of her jaw, looking down to the girl beneath her, rolling her eyes slightly as she continued to go on about wanting nothing to do with it.

But then she screamed.

"Oh, what a set of lungs you have-!" Rose grimaced slightly, shaking her head as the knife was clicked closed. "As for not wanting... Well, sweetie, it's not really your decision anymore. Now stop that yelling or I'll give you a real reason to screech." She glanced to David, smiling again. "I want to see what she's hiding under there," She explained sweetly, sliding herself down the girl's form and to the edge of the bed. Her eyes fell upon Rachael, her expression stern. "I'll warn you again. Don't. Fucking. Move." The knife in hand was pointed at her with each word, only for it to be set beside her a moment later.

Her hands gripped Rachael's, pulling them free of the panties before she took up the knife once more, slitting the fabric easily. "I don't want to cut you here, Sweets. Don't want to mar it..."

She paused as the young woman's mound was exposed to her, giggling softly. "Well, you're certainly a natural redhead, aren't you? We might have to get rid of that, though. What do you think, Poo?" She glanced to her husband, folding the knife and tossing it to him, one hand lazily resting on Rachael's thigh that was slowly creeping its way upward. The cut she had made was simply taunting her now, calling her in. It enticed her, beckoned her. Make her scream again. The scream you ache to hear.