Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... you."

Max glanced at Joon, "Flirt?"

Joon raised her index finger in warning and Max raised her hands in submission and just smiled.

Agatha giggled at the antics.

Max loved the friendly teasing interplay and knew Joon did too.

Finished with washing up, the three of them headed down to the cargo hold. As they left the command cabin, three additional Agathas joined them in the corridor: all six of them delightfully nude.

In the cargo bay Max faced the rear cargo door and had a thought. She walked up to the massive door's DNA lock and thumbed it open. Hydraulics whined as the door opened, revealing the hovercar and the dawning forest.

Facing south, the morning sky was glorious.

Joon squeaked as the morning chill rolled in and had a decided effect on her bare nipples. Agatha breathed in deeply, enjoying the musty scent of decaying leaves, the rich aroma of pine sap, and the noises of the animals in the woods.

Max stood tall and bowed to the assembled women.

They bowed in return and the kata began.

For Joon and Max, the kata had been deeply ingrained for many years; they were both ranked by the planetary guild in this martial art.

Even though Agatha was a novice, her form and symmetry were impeccable.

After three rotations were completed, they all bowed together.

Joon was a Master's daughter: she had seen a hundred exhibitions, and she knew good form when she saw it. So, naturally, Joon squealed in delight, complimenting Agatha on her form ...

... as Max thumbed the cargo bay door closed again.

The six women went to their respective bathrooms and hot showers.

Joon and Max delighted in soaping up Agatha together with her hands high on the wall, legs spread. Joon took special delight in washing Agathas nethers, glancing at Max with half-lidded eyes.

Max smiled at Joon, nodding encouragement.

Joon knelt down behind Agatha and lustfully buried her face into her girlfriend's ass. Agatha began moaning loudly while Max gently held her upper body as she fondled her breasts; all while her diminutive wife explored Agatha's sex with her mouth.

Joon, satisfied with what she found, stood up and kissed Agatha.

Max began washing Agatha's hip-length jet-black hair while scritching her scalp: she purred in joy. Agatha started to lather up Joon's strawberry-blonde shoulder length hair and Joon loved hearing Agatha purr behind her. Agatha just soaked up the lustful feelings in the shower and kept purring.

Max's dirty-blonde hair had such a hard curl to it that keeping it marine-short was much more practical.

After a long hot rinse and a toweling dry, the three stepped out into the cabin. Not having a change of clothes handy, Joon was forced to wear the same clothes she wore the day previous.

Max put on her usual, well worn, soft BDU's and appreciated the fact that getting them to that point took dozens of launderings. Agatha preened in her new clothes: pleated skirt, loose blouse, and canvas deck shoes were the ...