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[WARNING: This story contains elements of hate speech. If you are easily offended by such language, please stop here. I think thoughtful readers will understand that these words are used to draw characterizations, and not to encourage or espouse hateful ideology on the part of the author.]

Pt. 3 – Ew

by Holly Lori Annalee

Previously on The Dream Girls: The girls persevered through a number of annoying interruptions and finished fucking. Jessa came hard while Kim brutally fisted her asshole, then Kim came all over the place riding Jessa’s pretty face and a powerful Hitachi vibrating wand. They fell asleep in the filthy room, taking a little nap before they had to wake up and get ready for a pic sesh that evening.

*****

Kim and Jessa laid next to each other in Jessa’s rank stuffy bedroom, sweaty, raw and utterly spent from a good, hard fuck and powerful, convulsing orgasms. The stench in the room was potent. Pungent body odor, bitter vomit, bad breath, the tangy musk of soaked, sweaty pussies, the faint metallic essence of silicone lubricant and a hint of ass all became one hanging aroma of pure carnal reek.

After they each took a twenty minute post-fuck catnap, Kim woke up first. She moved Jessa’s hand off her tit and rolled over to try to prop herself up. Her legs were not entirely sturdy yet, but she managed to stand up and lean on the wall until they got some strength back.

She left the room and stumbled to the bathroom, where she bent her head into the sink, turned the faucet on and gulped water for almost half a minute. She stared at her glowing face and tits in the mirror over the sink for a while, then flipped her long, silky hair back and forth a few times to practice being hot. Some patches of her hair were wet and matted with sweat and vomit, among other liquids. She smiled a practiced, entrancing smile, held her tits from the bottom, then did some kissing faces, practicing for their pics and vids. That got boring after a little bit, so she scuffled out of the bathroom and into her own bedroom.

In her bedroom, she snapped open one of her luggage cases and extracted a thin package with a provocative picture on the front. She ripped open the package with ease and drew out a long, meshy black thing—a black fishnet bodysuit with a fuckhole built in from the crotch all the way past her asshole. Kim didn’t usually wear one while she fucked, but she liked to have her pussy and ass nice and free, just in case.

Kim had first tried on fishnets when she was 12 years old, but she had not made them part of her post-fuck routine until a few years ago. She always had some brand new ones around for when she fucked—fishnets, to Kim, were something to use and lose. She rolled them up, poked her feet into the bottoms and unraveled the rest up over her body, sliding her hands and arms into the sleeves and bringing it all the way up to her neck. There it was—that ultimate cool airy sensation all over her skin, a soothing balm after the physical toll of fucking like Kim fucked.

She looked at her hot fishnet-covered body in the mirror for a few minutes, posing and pushing out her tits and ass, then stepped out and down into the living area to get her phone. She sat down for a while in the big chair with her legs spread wide to watch some gay porn and relax—watching gay porn was another part of her post-fuck thing.

Back in the bedroom, Jessa came around. She kept her eyes shut and searched around the edge of the bed for her phone, but found only puddles of water and slick areas of wet, sticky stuff on the hardwood. She wiped her hands on the sheet and laid there for a few minutes coming out of sleep fog.

When she realized Kim wasn’t in the room, she looked up and saw Kim sitting down in the big chair. She called out through her doorway.

“Hey, what time is it or whatever? I can’t fucking find my phone. We need to be down there by like 7:30.”

Kim took a minute to reply. The frenzied pig sounds of a group of men fucking each other floated across the silence from her phone. She sighed a long, tired sigh, then answered.

“It’s 5:58.”

Jessa ran through a checklist in her mind, then sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room and found her phone and a gigantic sealed bottle of Evian water.

In the living area, Kim sat watching a porn scene where a hairy, muscly white man was being gangbanged by a group of six big black men with ungodly huge dicks. The white man was being double penetrated, was sucking and jerking some dicks, and was getting his own cock sucked. The men were all grunting and “yeah”-ing at their writhing, meaty fuck pile. Kim entertained the idea of masturbating, but she just didn’t have the strength or the willpower. She loved to punish her sore post-fuck pussy by demanding another orgasm from it, but her current exhaustion was too much for all that.

She clicked off her phone, rose up, stretched and yawned, then walked up the steps and went into the kitchen. There, she set about making a pre-mixed smoothie. She opened the freezer door and took out one of their organic iskenderun escort smoothie kit cups and threw it across onto the counter, then went tearing through the cabinets to find the blender, leaving doors open and bowls and other kitchen things scattered on the floor and the counter.

Her phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID.

Rachel.

She clicked to answer and put the phone between her shoulder and her ear.

“What?” she said.

She half-listened to Rachel stutter and bumble on the other end while she yanked the blender out of a lower cabinet and slammed it onto the counter.

“I don’t know, no. Not until we’re finished snapping pics and shit.”

Kim plugged in the blender, ripped open the smoothie kit cup, dumped the multicolored contents into the blender and dropped the empty cup on the floor. Rachel blabbed and blabbed her boring kissass loser bullshit.

Jessa walked into the kitchen doorway holding her phone and her big water bottle, dressed in only a skimpy lavender bikini top and wearing massive Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that covered half of her face. She was popping in before hitting the balcony.

“Ask Stench if she’s fucking dirty like I told her.”

“How dirty are you for tonight?” Kim asked. She was in front of the refrigerator, about to open it. She turned to relay something to Jessa.

“She hasn’t taken a shower in a week or some shit, and she went to the gym twice a day.” She listened some more and her eyes went wide. “And she just got her period this morning.” Good news for both of them.

Jessa took a swig of her water and walked away towards the balcony, her sign of approval. The door opened, then closed.

“Good,” Kim said. Rachel resumed babbling and—

Before Kim opened the fridge, she felt a strong sensation in her ass. She took a quick survey of the kitchen. Over on the far side there was a wall with a giant cool painting, some kind of impressionist vision of a cityscape. She walked over to the wall, squatted down on her haunches, felt the fuckhole in the fishnet bodysuit spread open on her asscheeks and braced herself.

“Rache hold on a min—nnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.”

Kim pushed a long, snaking hot turd out of her asshole onto the floor of the kitchen—the fat end of it almost flopped against her ankle, but she deftly moved her foot out of the way in time. She wiggled her ass so a few last little chunks could squeeze out, then got one hand all wet in her mouth and used it to wipe her ass from front to back. Not one to leave a stone unturned, she pressed a finger in to really clear it all out, then stood up.

Without a warning to Rachel, she tossed the phone onto the nearest counter, washed her hands vigorously, then looked around in the cabinets for something else to use. She found a comfy blue oven mit and used it to wipe her ass again—just to make sure—then opened the trash can with her foot and threw the oven mit inside. The big glop of shit was still steaming on the floor, so she got the biggest pot she could find—a fancy French all-copper cookpot—and dropped it with a loud clang over the pile of her shit so it wouldn’t stink up the whole suite.

She picked up her phone and put it to her ear while she got the organic small batch almond milk out of the fridge to pour into the blender.

“Nah I just had to do something in the kitchen. Just come over, like, when—”

Rachel interrupted her, and Kim froze in disbelief. She set the almond milk on the counter and put her hand on the cool surface to balance herself. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened up.

“You’re fucking lying. Oh my god!”

Kim abruptly hung up on Rachel and turned her head to call out into the suite.

“Kim fucking got it! She’s bringing us our shit that she promised!”

There was no answer. Then she remembered Jessa was out on the balcony. Kim returned to the blender, held the top on and started it up. A little pee trickled down her leg—she had mostly succeeded in holding it in while she was shitting, but some had escaped. She just let it dribble down—her imagination was elsewhere.

When the smoothie was fully blended, she lifted the top off, threw it into the corner near the shit pot, and poured the mixture into a big ornate glass she had found in one of the cabinets. She unplugged the blender and tossed it carelessly into the sink, where some of the remaining smoothie spattered up onto the faucet and the wall under the wide kitchen window.

Kim carefully stepped through the kitchen to the main area and walked to her room to get her own sunglasses. She put them on, then marched out to the balcony, stepping right in the gloopy leftovers of Jessa’s hour-old puke puddle and trailing some through the rest of the place. She opened the heavy door to the balcony and stepped out in her fishnets, leaving the door open and letting the air conditioning escape from the suite.

Someone way out on the ground was yelling—a woman. Jessa was standing at the railing with her legs spread and her hand on her lower stomach looking down to hatay escort someone and smiling. Their bodies were entirely exposed to the world—the balcony was enclosed by a simple but refined set of metal bars with a dark steel tube at the top for a railing. Kim was momentarily baffled by the yelling, which seemed to be pointed towards her and Jessa.

An older, ugly woman was standing out near where the parking lot began in jeans and a tank top. One hand sat on her hip holding her white purse in place and the other hand was pointing—at Jessa. She was angry, and whatever she was saying sounded scolding and totally fucking lame.

“What the fuck is with that fucking psycho bitch?” Kim asked.

“I said hi to her husband while they were walking out, then I spread my legs so they could see all my perfect shit.”

The husband was turned away from the woman with his arms crossed and his head down, clearly a little embarassed and definitely fucking pussy-whipped by his fucking ugly trash wife. Kim put it all together and got excited. She had an idea.

“Want some of my smoothie?”

“Yeah, give me it.”

Kim took a big swig of the smoothie, set the glass down on the floor of the balcony, then turned Jessa’s head towards hers with one finger and began making out with her hardcore, pushing some of the smoothie into her mouth with her tongue. She used her hands to hold and squeeze her own tits, swallowed her own smoothie, then licked Jessa’s mouth and chin clean and looked back down to the fucking psycho.

The woman glared at them, then turned to yell something at her husband. He began solemnly walking away further into the parking lot. The woman turned back.

“Put your leg up on the railing Jess.”

Jessa placed her foot on the railing so her knee bent and her leg was up. Kim got down on her haunches and began to eat Jessa’s pussy, holding Jessa’s hips with both hands and enjoying it immensely—not only were they offending some skank wife bitch, but Jessa’s post-fuck, post-nap inner thigh area had a sharp, musky sex smell.

Jessa placed one hand on Kim’s head and took a long swig of her giant water bottle with the other. She tilted it down and grinned wide and mean at the stupid woman. The woman turned looked like she was going to explode—she spun around and screamed towards her husband, who was still, like, moping away like a total fucking faggot and shit.

When the woman turned back around, the girls were in a different position. Jessa had dropped her water bottle on the floor, turned to the side and was massaging her cute tits under the skimpy bikini top. Kim was on her knees eating Jessa’s asshole from behind. The woman could see everything. Finally, she turned and walked off towards her husband, powerwalking like some corny mom or something.

“She left,” Jessa said.

Kim disengaged her lips and tongue from Jessa’s asshole and stood up. She wiped her mouth off and bent down to pick up the smoothie. They watched the psycho bitch walk her fucking stupid powerwalk until both her and her husband were out of sight, then took to their phones. Jessa scrolled, and Kim was texting. Someone laughed far away near the lake, and out somewhere in the parking lot an engine revved.

Kim stopped typing and read a reply to another text, then spoke.

“Kylie wants to know if we wanna go with her to a party at Braien’s on Thursday.”

Jessa kept scrolling, then burped before speaking.

“I can’t. I’m getting gang raped on what’s-his-name’s new yacht, Eric or Evan or whoever from that place last week, for his bachelor party and shit.”

“Well, like, what time will you be done or whatever?”

Jessa dropped her phone and looked out into the distance, in utter disbelief at such brazen stupidity. Her face contorted into the shape of a mega huge bitch, and she spoke out into the world for all to hear.

“Fucking gee, Kim, I don’t know—I’m getting raped. That is fucking literally not up to me.”

Kim raised her eyebrows and clicked her tongue, and they returned to their phones for a while. Kim started scrolling through some girl’s Instagram feed.

“I think I’m gonna try to fuck Braien’s little sister at that party,” Kim said. “She’s like fucking ob-sessed with me.”

“Emelie? I guess she’s hot. Isn’t she in, like, fucking middle school or whatever?”

“She just graduated fucking high school! Like you should fucking talk, you fucking dirty ass pedophile.” Kim snorted a little laugh.

“Ew,” Jessa said, and left it at that.

They stopped talking, and were both texting now. Minutes passed. Kim let out a long, rolling burp.

“We need to take a shower before we snap pics downstairs or whatever,” Kim said.

“Totally,” Jessa said.

They both went back into the suite and into their rooms, where they got their bathroom stuff out and found towels and washcloths. While Kim stripped her fishnet bodysuit off and dropped it into the small bedroom trashcan, Jessa walked into the bathroom and admired herself in the mirror, turning this way and that way antakya escort to stare at her face and her upper body. Kim came in and put her stuff down on the long, giant bathroom counter, then looked at Jessa in the mirror.

“Wanna smell my asshole before we get in or whatever?”

Jessa scrunched up her face.

“Why?”

“Because I, like, literally just took a shit in the fucking kitchen.” Her raspy vocal fry was especially thick with this statement.

“Jesus you are such a gross fucking skank,” Jessa said. She backed up to look down at Kim’s plump ass and her eyes glossed over.

“Bend over the fucking sink right fucking now.”

Kim bent way over and looked into the mirror to stare at her beautiful hot face and her great tits hanging down. Jessa got right behind Kim on her haunches, spread Kim’s bubbly asscheeks apart as far as she could, and leaned in to put her nose right up to Kim’s glistening tan asshole. She took a deep, long sniff, and there it was—the pungent, delicious faint smell of ass. Just like gasoline, she desperately wished to god she could drink that smell, swish it around on her tongue and feel it go down her throat.

“Oh,” Jessa said. “Oh. Fuck yeah. Fuck.”

Jessa pushed the very tip of her nose against Kim’s asshole, then pressed in just a little and sniffed the inside of her ass hard and deep. It was even better. It didn’t smell like actual shit, just that glorious, purely sexual aroma of a recently used, wiped, but not entirely clean rectum.

“I wanna fuck again,” Jessa said.

She licked one of her fingers and jammed it into Kim’s asshole, and Kim grunted deep. She pulled her finger back out and smelled it hard. Her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

“Kim. I said I want to fuck again,” Jessa said.

Kim shook her ass from side to side, just to tease. She watched her perfect tits wiggle a little bit in the reflection of the mirror.

“We have to get down to the fucking patio before it’s golden hour. No.”

Jessa sighed in petulant disgust and stood up. Kim’s eyes were still fixed on her own face and tits in the mirror. Jessa whined like a small child.

“Kimmm, just let me smell your asshole while I fuck myself with the yellow onnne,” she said, referring to a big yellow vibrating dildo they could mount on the floor and ride.

“When Rachel gets here we can fuck again,” Kim said.

“Oh my fucking goddd! Why is everybody being such a piece of shit to me todayyy?”

Kim ignored her and stood up. Jessa’s huff only lasted so long—after a brief moment, she found her gorgeous self in the mirror again and all was forgotten.

They went about getting their products out and setting them on the shelf in the back of the big shower. Jessa undid what was left of her braided bun, shook her hair loose, and turned on the water. It gradually filled the room with steam while they posed and stared at themselves in the mirror.

Jessa stepped in first, and Kim followed. The shower was long and wide, and could easily fit two people or more. Without speaking, they pressed their bodies together under the water to share the stream, getting nice and wet and soaking their hair. The process may have looked sexual to an observer, but for them this was just routine. Just business.

When their bodies were all wet and ready for washing, they stepped back from the water. Jessa put her arms in the air, and Kim got to work. She squeezed out some body wash and used her hands to lather Jessa’s entire body—every crevice except her pussy. Kim lathered her neck and her back, her sides and her armpits, her tits and her stomach and her arms, then crouched down and got the rest, picking up Jessa’s feet one by one to push her fingers between her toes and rub under her feet. She stood up, soaked a washcloth in the hot spray and scrubbed everywhere.

Next, she got out Jessa’s special pussy soap, lathered her pussy well, picked up the shower head and rinsed Jessa down from her head to her toe. Then came shampoo and conditioner. Kim laboriously washed Jessa’s hair, her tits pressing into Jessa’s sides and back, and she massaged her scalp, then tilted Jessa’s head to rinse everywhere. She repeated this procedure with the conditioner. Jessa stood still through it all, letting Kim bend her limbs and spread her legs as if she were a mannequin.

This was Jessa’s unspoken privilege—Kim always washed Jessa, no matter their mood or situation, and then Kim washed herself. It was another part of their dynamic, something that had started so long ago that neither could even remember why. They always took their showers and their baths together. Jessa had not washed her own body in a long, long time, and had only reluctantly washed Kim’s body once, when Kim had been hardly conscious coming down from some pills years ago and they needed to look good for some pics. That had been a fucking shitty day.

When Jessa was cleaned off, she stayed under the hot water while Kim finished by herself. As soon as Kim had finished rinsing out her own hair, she shut the water off and opened the glass door. Kim fetched a towel and began toweling Jessa off, making sure to get everywhere, then wrapped Jessa in the towel and grabbed a smaller one for her hair. She gave Jessa’s hair a rough drying, then wrapped that towel tightly around her head. Her showering now complete, Jessa stepped out and left the bathroom without a word.

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