Wynonna Earp: Keeping It In The Family

Nicole wasn’t shy. She slipped her hands up and around Waverly, cupping a firm asscheek in each hand. She brought her mouth to Waverly’s cunt and kissed it. Then she kissed it again, this time letting her lips linger.

“Oh, whoa,” Waverly moaned. “Whoa…”

The touch of Nicole’s lips was ecstatic. She yanked her skirt open and pulled it up over her head and tossed it away. Bare, she eased her hands down her trembling body and spread the lips of her cunt apart.

“Can you, uh, more of that? A lot more?”

Smiling, Nicole obliged her girlfriend. She opened her mouth, plastered her lips to Waverly’s cunt, and sucked. Warm cream flowed into her mouth. She sucked again, hungry for Waverly’s pussy.

“Yes, baby,” Waverly sighed. “Oooo, yes. You do it so good.” She swayed on her feet.

Nicole, lost in a world of pleasure, continued to suck deeply on Waverly’s cunt. She darted her tongue deep, swirled it through the burning arousal she knew she had instilled in the young woman. Her fingers explored the crack of Waverly’s ass, finding the hole. Frenzied by what she was doing, she plunged a finger into the tight crack. Muscles closed around her invading finger.

“Oh, okay, okay!” Waverly gasped. She rolled her hips, savoring Nicole’s exploring tongue and invading finger. “Oooo, you’re making me crazy!”

Nicole was delirious with joy. She sucked hard, snaking her tongue in deep. She jerked her finger in and out of Waverly’s asshole at the same time. Her young mind was swirling with lust.

Waverly’s legs weakened. She mauled her own tits roughly, turning the white flesh pink. “Bite my clit, baby,” she cried out. “Make Mommy cum. Oooo, make Mommy cum!”

Nicole was beside herself. Waverly was actually begging her. She became a little alley cat. Using her teeth, she nibbled hard on Waverly’s engorged clit. She whipped her tongue over it, her finger jabbing deeper into Waverly’s ass. She felt Waverly begin to shake and knew she was going to come.

Spasms racked Waverly. Deep inside her cunt an explosion was building. “Baby! Baby! I’m…!” She rocked on her heels. She focused on the ceiling as her first orgasm ripped through her cunt. “I’m gone!”

Nicole heard and it added to her own lust. She sucked hard. Warm cream ran down her chin and neck. She swallowed, drinking it as fast as it poured from Waverly. She shook her head and heard Waverly screech.

Waverly rocked. Her knees buckled. She melted to the floor. Writhing, she kept her legs spread.

Nicole never took her mouth away. She renewed her attack, gobbling hungrily on Waverly’s sopping wet pussy.

Waverly stiffened, then collapsed. “Baby!” she moaned, squirming away from Nicole’s attacking mouth.

Nicole lifted her head. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, no, baby. You did just fine.” She sat up, her forehead beaded with perspiration. “But I think—oh dear God—I think I need a break!”

“What are you talking about?” Nicole asked, smiling as sweetly as an angel. Which Waverly knew very well she wasn’t. “We just got started.”

Waverly groped for her bed—she’d intended to fall into it, but somehow she and Nicole just hadn’t made it there. She managed to grab onto the sheet and pull it onto the floor. She settled on that for now. “Remember that kiss you gave me in the police station though? And then, the, uh—“

“Passionate interlude?” Nicole suggested.

“Quickie,” Waverly said firmly. “When it’s on a desk, it’s a quickie. And then, in the car, that thigh massage…”

“I told you we wouldn’t crash,” Nicole said proudly.

“Then there was the thing in the backseat, because you couldn’t even wait to go inside, and now, I mean… on the floor?”

“What, haven’t you vacuumed?”

“Baby, my sister’s the warrior woman, not me. I don’t have ‘stamina’ and ‘endurance’. I need to sleep!”

“You can mostly sleep,” Nicole promised her. “Just… fun sleep.”

Waverly tried again to summit the bed. “Just a short nap. Maybe a snack. And besides, even Wynonna can’t stay out all night.”

“She has Dolls and Doc,” Nicole said. “And it’s a Friday. I’m pretty sure the homestead is all ours.”

Waverly flopped onto her back and yawned. “Please? Please just a little time-out and then I’ll worship your body? Your very nice body? Kisses all over?”

“Fine,” Nicole said, picking up the sheet from the floor and throwing it over Waverly. “I’ll let you rest up for the marathon sex we’re going to have now that we’re finally alone.”

“Uh-huh,” Waverly nodded. “Marathon sex. Epic. Real tantric stuff.” She yawned again. “I’m cramping up just thinking about it.”

Nicole stood and stretched, just to torture Waverly a little with her naked body. She tried to be a good girlfriend and a good girlfriend was understanding—but no one ever said anything about petty.

Waverly was mostly asleep, so that backfired.

“Guess I should see about getting you that snack you asked for, sweetie,” Nicole said fondly. It was hard to be at all exasperated with her girlfriend when she was wearing little more than a bedsheet draped over her body. 

She went out the door, not bothering to collect or put on any of the articles of clothing she had shed between the front door and Waverly’s bedroom. Nicole didn’t consider herself very butch, but there was something primal about walking around naked in your gal’s house, master of the domain… her territory of pantslessness had been extended. She could even use the bathroom here without being too neurotic about it, if she really had to go.

It was then she turned the corner and saw Wynonna Earp.

Wynonna was holding Nicole’s panties in her hand, letting them dangle from a single finger. She smiled sardonically. “Missing something?”

Nicole let out a sharp eep and did all she could to cover herself with two hands. 

“Relax,” Wynonna told her, reaching out a hand to brush Nicole’s arm down from her cleavage. “It’s just us girls. Not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before. At least, in college…”

“You went to college?”

Wynonna scowled. “Maybe I didn’t, like, attend college, but I’ve been. Just last month, I—“ Wynonna shook her head. “Let’s focus on the important thing here. What you’re doing, in my house, nekkid?”

Nicole’s hands fidgeted as she felt a strong urge to once more cover herself. Something about the way Wynonna was glancing at her, up and down, appraising her like an episode of Pawn Stars… “Okay, it’s a little embarrassing…”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Wynonna said, with a hearty stare at Nicole’s breasts. “Let’s face it, this is a pretty baller move. Coming to my house. Stripping naked. But it’s not like I’ve been completely oblivious to what’s going on here.”

“Oh—oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Wynonna said, her full lips curling in a knowing smile. “The way you’ve been stopping by now and then. The way you and Waverly clam up when I come into the room. Those little looks you give me… you want me, don’t you? Haught?”

“I… I don’t think I really know what you mean,” Nicole said nervously.

“Oh, c’mon, Haughtie… you know exactly what I’m talking about. That’s why you’re here. Don’t pussy out on me now. Not when we’re all alone… with all sorts of things we could be doing…”

Nicole just stood still, quivering with confusion and an insistent, strange arousal, wondering how she could get out of this misunderstanding without giving away her relationship to Waverly. Then Wynonna stepped forward, standing several inches taller than Nicole as she approached the redhead.

“I mean, I get it. I have a nice bod. Just like you do.”

“Wh-what? I… don’t understand.”

“You heard me. I have a hot body and you haven’t been able to take your eyes off it.” Wynonna nodded, anticipating Nicole’s reaction. “Why don’t you do more than look? You might as well. There’s no denying it now. I can see that top hats are back in style…”

Now Nicole did cover her breasts with her hands, only for Wynonna to step very close, so close that Nicole almost felt physically afraid. 

“Fine,” Wynonna said. “Don’t talk. What’s there to talk about, anyway? We should just do what comes naturally.”

Then she shocked the deputy by swiftly lowering her jean shorts, exposing the gartered tops of her stockings and a total lack of panties. Nicole’s eyes bulged as she ogled the Wynonna’s pussy. Unlike Waverly, Wynonna shaved. It made for a shockingly interesting sight.

“Eat up,” Wynonna said.

“What?”

Wynonna took Nicole by the shoulder and pushed her down to her knees, then took another step closer, pushing her sex right into Nicole’s face. Everything was moving so fast, she felt, too fast for her to really decide if what she was doing was right or wrong. Wynonna's pussy was wet, dripping, and Nicole could actually smell it, tangy and sweet.

“Kiss,” Wynonna said, running her hand through Nicole’s red hair. “Kiss.”

Nicole didn’t know what to do, how to explain, only that Wynonna’s pussy looked so nice. Waverly’s sister—her hot, swaggering, apparently bicurious sister—was throwing herself at Nicole. Or, more accurately, throwing Nicole at herself. And, well… Waverly did want Nicole to get along with her family.

What was she thinking? No, this was Waverly’s flesh and blood, there was no way she could—

“God, useless lesbians…” Wynonna swore, shoving Nicole down against her cunt. “I don’t expect you dykes to make the first move, but maybe the fourteenth or so? Just let me drive. You enjoy your meal.”

She tasted so good… so much like Waverly…

Nicole started licking and lapping immediately, her fat nipples stiffening even harder as she tasted the musky wetness of Wynonna's pussy. She justified to herself that she had no choice—that at this point, telling Wynonna the truth would only spell disaster. They were past the point of no return and Nicole was really horny, no, not that, but that… it could always be a one-night thing and then Nicole could say that she and Waverly didn’t start dating until after that, that was weird, but the whole family was weird, and fuck was it turning her on having Wynonna hold her down and make her eat pussy like King Top of Dom Island.

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," Wynonna purred. She clutched Nicole's head lightly, beginning to hump and rock her ass against Nicole’s face. “You’re so eager to please… no wonder you and Waverly are such good friends!”

Nicole raised her hands, pressing Wynonna's outer cuntlips with her fingers, parting them delicately. This revealed the pink inner juiciness of the pussy, and the fat little nub of her clit. I’m going to hell, Nicole thought. But I’m gonna have a whole lot of orgasms there.

Wynonna shuddered as Nicole started licking and lapping the ultra-sensitive nubbin, pushing it from side to side with her tongue. Wynonna's inner thighs twitched as Nicole took the fat clit between her lips, sucking it forcefully, guiding the other woman steadily to orgasm.

"Oh, Deputy Haught, that’s baaad," Wynonna groaned throatily. "Suck it, you bad girl! Unngghhh! Suck my pussy! Unnggh! Oh, put your fingers in it now! I need to cum!"

Nicole straightened her fingers, gently worming them into the narrow, sucking interior of Wynonna's channel. Then she started jacking the woman off, fast and hard, banging her knuckle rhythmically on the puffy outer lips of Wynonna's sex.

Her tongue swirled and danced all over Wynonna's clit, licking the underside one moment, then lapping the bud from side to side. Wynonna's inner thighs twitched and trembled more dramatically, and Nicole knew the woman was about to get off. She jammed a third finger up Wynonna's pussy and started finger-fucking as fast as she could.

"I'm cumming!" Wynonna squealed. "Suck it, you little bitch! Suck my pussy! Unngghh! Oh, yes, oh, fuck! Cummiiinngg!"

Wynonna's pussy spasmed violently, sucking wetly around Nicole's fingers, the wet little clit pulsing obscenely between her lips. Nicole avidly kept licking, sucking and fingering, guiding Wynonna through the force of her cum. She didn't let up until nearly a minute later, when the drained, satisfied Wynonna finally pushed her away.

"All right. That's enough," Wynonna panted. She pushed Nicole down onto her back. “Spread your legs. Let’s see how much gun I can fit in your holster.”

***

“Oh God, Earp… Earp! Fuck me! Fuck me now! God yes! It’s so good!”

Waverly’s eyes flickered open. Exhausted as she may be, she wasn’t too tired not to hear Nicole’s cries echoing through the house. She snuggled into her bed, listening with keen interest to Nicole’s increasing orgasmic outbursts.

It sounded like Nicole had decided to deal with Waverly’s absence by, well—taking matters into her own hands. Waverly couldn’t say she disapproved. She reached down between her thighs, finding her sex to be as warm and ready as Nicole always made it. Perhaps… a little show of solidarity…

***

“Long night?” Waverly asked, coming around to the kitchen table in back of Nicole. Nicole cringed, and Waverly put a hand on her back to reassure the deputy that it was just her. “Yeah—I’d be jumpy too after all that.”

The spoon Nicole had been holding slipped into her cereal bowl. “You… you heard?”

“If I ever don’t, get me a hearing aid.” Waverly slipped down into Nicole’s lap. “Okay, call me a pervert if you want, but… it was actually kinda hot.”

“It… it was?”

“Yeah,” Waverly said, grinning widely. “Hearing you get off like that? I almost joined in. But I really was tired and I kinda didn’t want to spoil it. Pretty obvious you were on to a good thing there.”

“I… but I…” Nicole shook her head, blinking. “Didn’t it seem wrong to you? Doing that?”

“Hey, it’s your body,” Waverly insisted. “And when it feels that good—which it obviously did—tell me, what’d you use?”

Nicole colored deeply. “Just, ah, fingers. And, you know, my mouth…”

Waverly’s eyes widened. She was dating a yoga guru. “That’s hot. And impressive. Would it be… would it be out of line if I asked you to, like, tape it for me?”

Nicole gulped. “Tape it?”

“Yeah. The next time it happens.”

“Next time—? So… again?”

Waverly’s eyebrows raised. She’d had no idea Nicole was so repressed. Of course, growing up here would do that to you. “Felt good the first time, right? C’mon, it’s not like I never do it.”

Some very naughty thoughts about the Earp sisters—which, if Nicole were totally honest, were not altogether new—filled Deputy Haught’s head. “You… you do?”

“Yeah! Pretty much everyone does it. Even some species of animals.”

“A-animals?”

Waverly smiled. Nicole was so innocent. Like a Disney princess or something. “Yeah. Dogs, deer, monkeys, rhinos…”

Nicole’s voice cracked. “Rhinos?”

“I know, right? But hey, it’s like ‘you do you’. Right?”

“Right…”

“Who knows?” Waverly clapped Nicole on the back. “Maybe we can do it together sometime.”