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Subject: {ASSM} [STORY] Charmed: Perspectives [3/3]
Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 22:10:04 -0400
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Act Three

Phoebe bounced into the living room and plopped down on the sofa
with a sigh. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been in such
a good mood! It was the kind of mood that made her feel like she
could take on the entire world -real or nether- and not just survive
but actually come out on top. That kind of optimism had been
missing for much too long. 
       
For most of her life, Phoebe had been what some people called a
fuck-up. She liked to think she just hadn't found her place in the
order of things. But either way, there was no doubt her life had
lacked a certain direction . . . a purpose. That changed, though,
after Grams died and Phoebe discovered her birthright as a witch. It
was the first time Phoebe had a real sense of who she was . . . what
she wanted . . . what she was capable of doing with her life.
       
But having a purpose was not that simple. Their lives had been
turned upside down with the revelation that she and her sisters were
the Charmed Ones. A new universe had opened up to them, a
dangerous one populated with evil creatures she couldn't have
imagined in her worst nightmares. It was like being cast in a
never-ending horror flick.
       
Phoebe thought back to those first few months, when witchcraft
was still new to her. Even though it had been frightening at times, it
had also been exhilarating. But something had still be lacking back
then, something she couldn't put her finger on, at least not until she
and her sisters had become lovers. Then it all made sense.
       
Like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle put into place, the romantic
turn in their relationship had brought things into focus. Phoebe
needed Prue and Piper, as sisters and as lovers. There was no
separating the two. She couldn't love them one way and not the
other. Not now. After everything the three of them had shared,
there was no going back to the sisterly relationship they'd had
before.
       
That was something she'd learned the hard way.
       
Phoebe shook her head. For a couple of agonizing months, the
three of them had drifted to a dark place. The romantic side of their
relationship had become nonexistent. She'd had doubts the three of
them would ever be lovers again. Not with Prue pissed at her and
Piper getting married. 
       
That sure seemed to sound the death knell on their love affair. But
then Prue and Piper came to her with forgiveness in their hearts. 
       
Like her, Prue and Piper were both lost without the intimate
connection that once existed between them. Being lovers wasn't just
about sharing a naughty romp in the sack now and then. The three
of them needed each other. Phoebe used to wish that she could find
her soulmate, the one person that would complete her . . . make her
whole. But instead she discovered she had two soulmates . . . Prue
and Piper. Phoebe didn't care that these were her sisters. Her
feelings did not lie. She was in love with them . . . madly, hopelessly
in love with them. Prue and Piper were the soulmates she had been
searching for. The aching in her gut that had troubled her for so
long was the empty place she had reserved for them. 
       
Without Prue and Piper, she was a wreck.
       
But she would never have to be without them again. The damage to
their relationship had been repaired and the three of them were
sisters and lovers once more. 
       
Thoughts of her tryst with Piper that morning were still fresh in her
mind and Phoebe could feel a fresh damp spot starting to form in
the crotch of her panties as she replayed those images over and
over again. She slipped a hand between her legs and caressed her
mound through khaki shorts, thinking of her sisters and all the
things she would love to be doing to them.
       
Then Phoebe heard the door open in the living room. She stopped
the increasing activity in her shorts, the hair on the back of her neck
standing up on end. It wasn't like a demon or a warlock to come
through the front door, but stranger things had happened at
Halliwell Manor.
       
"Hello?" 
       
Phoebe sighed in relief. It was Prue's voice.
       
"In here!" Phoebe answered back. She tucked her legs underneath
her and tried to look casual, even though her face was warm and
her pussy tingled with unresolved tension. Looking up and seeing
Prue standing there didn't help matters.
       
Prue was positively scrumptious in a shimmering red sequined
blouse, black leather miniskirt, and matching boots. She had gift
bags clutched in both hands and looked exhausted. Spending the
day shopping was apparently more draining than Phoebe realized.
       
"Hey Phebes," Prue said, setting her bags down and joining her on
the sofa.
       
Phoebe smiled. "Hi there."
       
"What are ya up to?"
       
"Just sitting here," Phoebe said. 
       
Prue arched a suspicious brow. "And that's it?"
       
"Sure. Why?"
       
"Uh, because I know you?"
       
"I'm not a cat in heat," Phoebe said. "I can behave."
       
"Yeah, right," Prue laughed. "Where is Phoebe and what have you
done with her?"
       
Phoebe gave Prue a playful shove. "Talk to Piper today?"
       
"Yeah," Prue said. But her grin said more. "I stopped at the club on
the way home."
       
"Did you take her to lunch?"
       
"I had her for lunch," Prue said. 
       
Phoebe bit her lower lip to keep a whimper from escaping. The
thought of Prue and Piper doing it at the club made her nuts! She
could just see her sisters, too, with their naked bodies pressed
together. How she wished she could have been there to watch!
       
"You two are incorrigible," Phoebe said.
       
"Pot-kettle-black, shower girl."
       
Phoebe blushed. "Yeah, okay. So we're all bad."
       
"And I love it," Prue said
       
"I love you." Phoebe reached out and touched her fingers to Prue's
cheek. She was so in love with her! When she looked at Prue, she
saw her sister of course. But that wasn't all. She also saw a
beautiful, sensual woman, with a delightful body and eyes deeper
than ocean, an archaeologist, a photographer . . .  a witch. Prue was
an amazing person. How could Phoebe not be in love with her?
       
The two of them stared at each for the longest time then Phoebe
leaned forward and snatched Prue's lips in a kiss. If there was any
doubt the two of them were more than just sisters, the kiss they
shared put it to rest. Theirs was a heated kiss, with mouths opening
wider and wider in growing hunger, their tongues slithering over
each other in mutual desire. 
       
When the kiss dissolved at last, both of them were panting for
breath.
       
"I bought a new outfit today," Prue told her. "Would you like to see
it?"
       
Phoebe nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I would."
       
In answer, Prue took her hand and kissed the palm. "Give me a few
minutes then come upstairs, okay?
       
"Okay," Phoebe said. 
      
Prue smiled and kissed her again then jumped off the sofa, grabbing
her shopping bags and heading upstairs.
       
Once she was alone, Phoebe squealed with anticipation. She wanted
Prue so bad! Goddess! Her body was on fire with need. And now
her sister was upstairs getting undressed! Putting on what, though?
Phoebe let her imagination run wild. She pictured her sister in some
slinky, sexy lingerie from Frederick's of Hollywood and groaned
out loud. Visions like that made her cunt ache with a deep, echoing
desire. 
       
How long did she have to wait? The minutes seemed to drag on
forever!
       
Phoebe got up and started to pace back and forth, wringing her
hands as she counted off the seconds. She was going crazy! But it
was only a few minutes . . . she just had to wait a few minutes . . .
and then she could be with Prue. Prue would show her the new
outfit . . . and then Phoebe would take if off her and fuck Prue's
brains out.
       
That sounded like a plan.
       
Deciding she had waited long enough, Phoebe went upstairs. She
knocked on Prue's door, heart thumping excitedly in her chest.
       
"Okay," Prue answered from inside. "You can come in now."
       
Phoebe opened the door and went in. She didn't get very far,
though. Her imagination had conjured up lots of images but nothing
could have prepared her for the sight before her. Prue was standing
in the middle of the room, a seductive grin tugging at the corners of
her mouth as she modeled her new outfit. Thin strips of black
leather went around Prue's waist and through her legs, meeting at
her crotch in a triangle of black leather with a metal ring in the
center. The metal ring held a large, purple dildo in place. She wore
nothing else. Phoebe looked Prue up and down, from her naked
breasts to the fake cock dangling between her legs, then swallowed
the lump in her throat. The damp spot in her panties got a whole lot
bigger.
       
"Do you like it?"
       
Phoebe was speechless. So she just nodded.
       
"Then come here," Prue said.
       
Phoebe closed the distance between them in two strides and walked
straight into a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues became
tangled once more in a mass of lust, Phoebe reached down and
took Prue's cock in her hand. She didn't think of it as just a lifeless
piece of molded purple silicone. It was a part of Prue, as real to her
as if her sister had cast a spell and sprouted a real cock. Phoebe slid
her hand up and down Prue's shaft, tracing the shape of that long,
hard rod. Prue seemed to really like getting a handjob, moaning into
the kiss while Phoebe stroked her off.
       
It made Phoebe wonder what else Prue would like.
       
Sinking to her knees, Phoebe ran her tongue over the head of Prue's
cock then took it into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down her
sister's new prick, working her way toward the base until she'd
swallowed the length of it. Prue moaned above her, running both
hands through Phoebe's dark hair, encouraging her. Not that
Phoebe needed to be encouraged! She licked and sucked Prue's
cock, dragging her tongue up one side and down the other before
taking the head between her lips again. Prue started to move her
hips in a slow, rocking motion, fucking her face, pushing that long
cock down her throat. And Phoebe loved it. She took the length of
Prue's cock with a moan of approval, head bobbing up and down
with the effort she put into giving her sister the best blowjob of her
life.
       
But Prue pulled back from her.
       
Phoebe looked up. Her sister was flushed a deep red and breathing
hard. She got to her feet and Prue pulled her into a kiss, devouring
her lips with a hunger that left Phoebe whimpering like a dog left
out in the rain. Then Prue pushed her into bed and jumped in beside
her, kissing her long and deep while urgent hands tugged at her
shirt.
       
"Oh . . . Prue," Phoebe sighed.
       
It didn't take Prue long to remove her shirt and bra. Phoebe
squirmed on the bed as Prue kissed a sloppy wet trail down to her
breast, seizing a nipple between those soft lips and sucking it like a
fiend. She circled the hardened nub with her tongue, flicking it,
driving Phoebe out of her mind with desire. Then Prue's hand
wandered between her legs, rubbing her through the crotch of her
shorts just like she'd been doing in the living room before Prue got
home. But Prue took the step Phoebe never got a chance to take,
slipping a hand inside her shorts and down the front of her panties
to get at her hot, wet cunt. Phoebe moaned and arched off the bed
as Prue's fingers grazed her slit.
       
"You are so fucking wet," Prue muttered.
       
Phoebe groaned. "All for you . . . it's all for you, Prue."
       
"Mmmm. Do you want my cock inside you?"
       
"Yes," Phoebe panted. "Oh . . . yes."
       
"Say it."
       
"I want your cock inside me," Phoebe rasped.
       
Prue kissed her on the chin then helped her out of her shorts and
panties. She quickly tossed them aside then mounted her,
positioning the head of that hard purple cock at the entrance to her
cunt. Time seemed to stop as Prue hovered above her on all fours.
Phoebe listened to the slow, steady thudding in her chest while she
waited for Prue to fuck her. Then time resumed and Prue slipped
inside her and Phoebe cried out. She clawed at Prue's back,
moaning and gasping, head spinning like something out of The
Exorcist as her sister pounded into her without mercy. Prue was a
woman possessed, humping her like a bitch in heat, thrusting that
permanent hard-on deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around
Prue's cock, drawing it in further.
       
"Yes! Yes! Prue! Yes!" Phoebe screamed. "Oh . . . fuck me harder .
. . fuck me harder!"
       
And Prue did just that, slamming into her, driving that purple cock
even deeper into her pussy. Each thrust pushed Phoebe closer to
orgasm. She slid her hands down to Prue's ass now, clutching it,
pulling Prue down to her, forcing that cock inside her while Prue
huffed and puffed on top of her. Poor Prue! Her sister had to work
too hard! 
       
Phoebe rolled them both over and sat up so that she was straddling
Prue's cock. She moved her hips in a slow, steady rhythm, staring
down at Prue as she rode her sister's new dick. Prue looked up at
her and smiled, hands sliding over her hips before moving upward
to cup both her breasts.
       
"You are so hot," Prue told her.
       
Phoebe smiled as she slid her cunt up and down Prue's shaft. "Do
you want to watch me come?"
       
"Uh huh."
       
Staring down at Prue, Phoebe began to finger her clit while she
continued to ride her sister's cock. She was so close now . . . so
damn close. Her gut tightened in anticipation. Phoebe increased her
pace . . . rocking back and forth on Prue's dick. . . frantically
rubbing at her clit . . . getting closer . . . closer . . . she was almost
there, the flames of climax licking her flesh. The fire burned deep
inside her and she bounced up and down on Prue's cock until she
couldn't hold back a moment longer. She tossed her head back and
cried out, slamming into Prue as she came.
       
Phoebe climbed off of her sister and fell face first into the bed,
sighing into the pillow. "Wow. That was . . . intense."
       
"Yes," Prue said, snuggling up behind her. "But who says I'm done
with you?"
       
Phoebe sighed as Prue's hand moved up and down her back in long,
soothing strokes. Then Prue's hand moved between her ass cheeks
and her sigh became a soft purr of contentment. "Oh . . . Prue."
       
"Let me have you," Prue said to her.
       
Pushing herself up, Phoebe got onto her hands and knees like she
knew her sister wanted. In a flash Prue was behind her, teasing her
slit with the head of that wonderful new cock before grabbing her
hips and pushing into her again. Phoebe yelped with surprise as
Prue started fucking her from behind, pumping into her at a
maddening pace. But her surprise morphed into a flow of sweet
pleasure as Prue settled into a much more languid pace. The sound
of Prue's thighs slapping her ass mixed with her cries of delight as
Prue buried the length of that cock into her throbbing pussy. She
could feel another climax building within her, like dark stormclouds
threatening rain. 
       
But just when a cloudburst seemed imminent, Prue pulled out of
her again. 
       
Phoebe started to protest but fell silent when she felt the liquid
coolness of lube slipping down the crack of her ass. Then all she
could do was moan in approval. Prue spread the lube around then
pressed the head of that cock against her asshole. Phoebe pushed
back against it, driving Prue's cock inside her . . . but just a little bit
. . . the tiniest bit. That alone was enough to make her feel full but
she wanted more . . . so much more. Phoebe eased back against
Prue's faux hard-on, taking more of it . . . still more . . . until she
was impaled on Prue's cock. Prue groaned behind her.
       
"Oh yeah," Prue said. "Take my cock in your ass."
       
Even if Phoebe could have come up with a smart-ass response, she
was in no condition to answer. She was too far gone now, the
sensation of Prue's cock inside her just overwhelming. But then
Prue started to fuck her and Phoebe lost her mind. Prue took it
slow at first, sliding in and out of her asshole until the tight muscle
began relax, then the momentum began to build . . . faster . . . faster
. . . Prue's cock sliding into her asshole without effort now. Phoebe
screamed.
       
"Prue! Oh God! Prue! Yes! Fuck me!"
       
Phoebe pushed back to meet each thrust, driving the rock-hard
cock deeper into her ass. No words that could do justice to the
pleasure now rippling through her. It was incredible! Prue's cock
filled her completely! Each thrust sent tendrils of pleasure across
her flesh, like ivy creeping up the side of a brick wall. And Prue just
kept right on fucking her, driving that cock into her asshole. Phoebe
reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit,
matching Prue's breakneck pace. Their combined efforts had her
coming again in no time.
       
The two of them cuddled under the covers afterwards, the strap-on
cast aside for now. Phoebe ran her hands over Prue's naked flesh as
the two of them kissed and groped each other. She longed to return
at least some of the pleasure Prue had given her, but for the
moment she was too exhausted to move. Her sister didn't seem to
care.
       
"I told Piper we would stop by later," Prue said. "I hope you don't
mind."
       
Phoebe shook her head. "Of course not. Sounds like fun."
       
"But we still have lots of time before we have to go," Prue said,
kissing her again. "Think we can find something to do?"
       
Phoebe slipped her hand between Prue's legs and caressed the damp
folds she found there. Then she kissed her sister and said, "Oh, I'm
sure we can."



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