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Bringing Them All Back Home	By : khfun159 Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 10686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, and I make no profit off of this work. Also, I am ignoring Chrono Cross's existence for simplicity's sake.

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"Marle leave nest! Ayla dare Gina fuck Marle!"

The words hit Gina like a bullet, then tension spread out all over the room.

"Oh wow," Lucca said giddily.

"What on earth?" Marle blushed.

"What wrong?" Ayla asked.

Gina felt very small in that moment. She wanted to do it; she had missed the opportunity once and now could be her chance. She looked at Marle and saw a naive girl, practically a princess, waiting to come out of her shell. Crossing this line would mean destroying that image, and for Gina, accepting that perhaps she had not changed so much in twenty years after all. It would have been much easier if Ayla were her temptation instead. The girl looked like she might explode. Pearls of sweat beaded her neck, and she breathed nervously. Beside her, Lucca's malicious snickering created a gaping contrast. Gina addressed the scientist. "I think the game should end now, dears. This is going a bit too far." Gina said it so weakly that not even she accepted the statement.

"Now Gina," Lucca chortled, "The night is young. You know the rules of the game. Besides, you didn't have too many inhibitions when Ayla was all over you before."

"True," Ayla said, nodding. "Lucca dare bravely. Gina too!" Gina wondered if they were in cahoots with each other.

She could have resisted them. She had the advantage of years and a perfect angry mother voice. Instead, she turned to Marle and raised her eyebrow.

"I guess I have no choice," Marle said, stuttering a bit.

Lucca howled and raised her glass triumphantly. "Take it all off, ladies!"

"What are you, a man?" Gina asked. She reached down and started unbuttoning the front of her auburn dress, remembering how she began to do the same thing the night she had met Marle. Across the table, Marle lifted her white blouse over her head, revealing a black sports bra that failed to obscure her attractive figure.

"Um... could we have some privacy?" Marle asked uncomfortably.

"Hell no," Lucca barked. "You have to do it right here where we can see you. Otherwise, you'll probably just fake the whole thing."

"Just relax, and try to enjoy it," Gina said, letting her dress fall to the floor. She surprised herself with the display of confidence, but knew she had to be the strong one in this situation for Marle's sake.

Ayla sniffed the air. "Gina juices strong." Gina froze, her hands ready to push the tight, black panties she had thrown on earlier down. Ayla's strength of perception frightened her a little. Would the blonde nutcase think of her as some kind of depraved slut for wanting this so badly?

"Wow, Gina. You have a pretty nice body for a woman your age," Lucca commented surprisingly genuinely. "I'd say you give Marle here a run for her money."

"Oh, quiet," Gina hissed. She smiled at Marle. "Don't be nervous. I won't tell Crono about any of this, dear. It's natural to want to experiment at your age, you know."

Marle looked like she might die of embarrassment. "Okay..." She removed her plain cotton underwear at once, and the small mound of golden hair covering her womanhood was on display for the whole room. Marle lifted the bra away, and stood completely bare. Despite all of her battles and adventures, her skin appeared as soft and creamy as ever. Gina thought it strange that the girl had about the same level of natural beauty as Ayla. For a moment, it seemed even their faces looked similar, but she shrugged the thought away and looked down at Marle's crotch again, eagerly anticipating its taste. To Gina's surprise, some moisture that she at first suspected to be sweat was visible between the younger woman's legs. Not wanting Marle to feel alone, Gina removed her underwear as well. Her breasts were nearly twice the size of Marle's, but had sagged a bit in her age. She still liked to think they looked okay.

"Damn!" Lucca hooted. "I take it back, Gina. You're DEFINITELY hot!" Gina watched as Lucca stealthily moved a hand underneath the table.

"Er, thanks, Lucca." If only Lara could see her daughter now, Gina thought. The two nude women walked over to the couch and sat down together, just as they had the night they met. "You have nothing to worry about, Marle," Gina whispered to her. Then, she practically shoved the girl down, leaning in for an urgent kiss. She remembered how Marle had been the one to kiss her before, and considered this returning the favor. Wasting no time, Gina placed one hand on Marle's neck, gently massaging it. With the other, she grabbed on to Marle's left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. The girl's nipples were hard as rocks.

"Please," Marle pleaded her quietly so that the others could not hear. "Show me what it feels like. I want to know." Gina nodded, then moved her head down, licking the girl's neck like a teenage boy might. Her skin tasted a bit salty, perhaps from nerves, but she didn't care. She nibbled on the snow-white skin, leaving a tiny mark where no other of the sort had ever been. Gina returned to Marle's lips, inserting her tongue in to the girl's mouth, then lightly tongue-wrestled with her, noticing the stark contrast in taste from kissing Ayla. Making out with Marle was like licking cotton candy. She moved her other hand to Marle's right breast, now gripping both of them. Marle began to moan, still a little stiff.

"You say you want to know how it feels?" Marle nodded, taken over by the feeling of Gina handling her breasts. "Then I'll show you." Gina moved her head downward, stopping briefly at her chest to give it a light bite. She would have spent more time teasing the girl, but the odor of her arousal proved too captivating; Marle seemed like she had been warming up for this moment all night. Gina reached Marle's beautiful trimmed pussy and dove straight for the hood of her clit. With one finger, she felt the wetness at the girl's entrance and could gauge that this would not take very long at all. Marle had never felt anything like it. Gina's tongue lashed roughly against her sensitive organ, carefully locating the ideal spot, and sending small jolts of pleasure through her victim in the process. Marle's panting echoed throughout the room, steadily increasing in volume. By listening closely to the volume and time between her moans, Gina discovered that Marle was most sensitive directly underneath her clitoris. Those crazy experiments in her glory days had payed off. She attacked the spot with fervor, and in only four hard strokes of her thick tongue, Marle's head fell back, floored by her first orgasm.

Her carnal scream pierced the air, and Gina could make out the sound of Lucca's grunts. The purple-haired girl was busy at work between her legs, approaching a climax of her own, eyeing the scene when she could. Ayla seemed fascinated with the situation, but hadn't bothered touching herself. Perhaps she never had to before, and didn't know how? Gina smiled, then spoke to her. "Ayla, truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Ayla said, smiling.

"Come over here and play with me now." Needing no convincing, Ayla's clothing seemingly evaporated, and soon she and Gina were crushed together, their nipples smashing against one another and tongues practically drowning in each others' saliva. They quickly shifted to a 69 position, which Gina had not yet attempted with another woman but adjusted to easily enough. Ayla's pussy tasted like fire compared to Marle's candy-like sweetness. They made love furiously, Gina giving Ayla two orgasms during their connection. Ayla had no sense of technique, but her voracious appetite and speed were enough to send the widow over the edge. The entire experience melted in to a beautiful blur, and Gina could not remember the second before as each one passed. It was lust of the most natural, needful manner, and she had submitted to it completely.

How long she and Ayla were linked together, Gina did not know, but when she woke up, Lucca and Ayla were lying next to her, snoozing and naked. Lucca had fallen asleep with the vibrator lodged in her vagina and a stain on the carpet between her legs. Marle still slept on the couch, conked out in the same position she had assumed after her climax. Gina knew she might regret the experience one day, but she did not desire to. She smiled and went back to her dreams, imagining that her husband was there too, nodding in approval. He spoke to her, a phantom in her unconscious mind: "You have not sinned against me, Gina. I'm happy knowing that you are able to enjoy yourself again, like when I first met you. Nothing is more important to me than that."

When she returned to the land of the waking, the girls were gone, as if it had all been a wonderful dream. They had taken the Crono doll with them. Gina thanked them for it, as the time to wallow around and wait on her son neared its end. He had grown in to an adult now, and she had been one for years. Gina peered down at her boring, white apron. She picked it up, considering the chores that needed to be done. Crono's cat tilted its head to one side, as if to question her. Grinning, she threw the old apron in to the garbage bin, then grabbed her purse. "I need some new clothes, kitty. Watch over this place for me, will you?"
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