WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins (for the TEAM VICTORIA fans) and Catching Mommy: Win Win For All (for the kinky romantics at heart).
Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991, Robert and Goamz86 for their dedicated copy-editing.
Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series.
Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far. Part 5 is the highest rated of the series and with over 275 comments is my most commented on story. The debate of Victoria or Olivia has warmed my heart and pussy, surprised me greatly and pushed me to write an epic story that both is erotic and keeps you guessing…an erotic thriller of sorts. Part 6 disappointed some because I didn’t end the series as promised..well here is the ending (or endings if you choose to read all three) and I feel I came up with three fun, sexy and fulfilling endings to this crazy series.
Note 4: Because two of the characters are English, I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass…it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties…which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck…I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut…which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss…which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck…also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell), dogging (which is public outdoor sex), fancy (which is a way to say I like you).
Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series:
Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom’s Mistress is none other than Victoria’s arch-enemy. (Don’t deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!)
Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia’s attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy’s Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!)
Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom, she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet…her arch enemy’s Mother and her own mother’s Mistress.
Part 4: Daughter’s Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive.
Part 5: Housewife Lesbians: Victoria is betrayed by her mother; Victoria briefly weakens when confronted at school by Olivia; Victoria learns her best friend is also a submissive plaything to Olivia; after seeing her mother again dominated by her nemesis, Victoria seeks revenge by videotaping Olivia’s mother and another MILF in very compromising positions.
Part 6: Protecting Slut-Mom: Victoria forces her mother to make a choice; Victoria party crashes Olivia’s father’s birthday supper with erotic and surprising results; Olivia is briefly made speechless; a MILF sub is gangbanged at a frat house in front of many; Olivia and Victoria meet face to face both confident they can turn the other.
And now…finally… the exciting conclusion(s) of Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins.
During the drive to Becka’s house I must have bounced a dozen offensive strategies to stand up to Olivia. Yet, even as I reached Becka’s, I took a deep breath; I was still unsure which approach I was going to take. Walking into Becka’s house ready for the confrontation that had to happen, I opted for aggressive, “I’m here, bitch.”
“So you are,” Olivia called back, her ‘who cares’ tone obvious.
I walked into the living room and was surprised to see a lesbian orgy of sorts occurring. Four of Olivia’s cheerleader posse were all sitting with their legs spread on a couch, a chair, and love seat with someone between their legs. Between Olivia’s legs was her mom, my pet.
“By the way, thank you very much,” Olivia scoffed, her hands going through her mother’s hair.
“For what?” I asked, my tone ice cold.
“Well I accidentally set you up with your own live in Mommy-slut and I figured I should have one for myself,” she grinned.
“You’re thanking me for seducing your dim-witted mother and making her a rug munching submissive?” I asked, trying to be obnoxious and extreme.
“No, no,” she said. “I always knew she was a cunt-licker, Sandrine long ago told me about her adventures didn’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Olivia’s black maid answered, as she looked up from between Angela’s legs.
I finally took a closer look at the array of submissive sluts on their knees. Besides Lauren between her daughter’s legs and Sandrine between Angela’s, I recognized Becka eagerly licking away at the chubby cheerleader Betty, her massive udders bigger than my head, and apparently incest was the new ‘in’ thing as Katrina had her mother between her legs. Both my pets were now being used by their daughters.
Katrina smiled, “Thanks bitch. Mom and I have never really gotten along all that well, but that is changing thanks to you. Isn’t that right, Mom?”
June’s hair was pulled and she looked up at her daughter and replied, clearly mortified by her predicament, “Yes, Mistress Daughter.”
I couldn’t believe that all my work had somehow helped these bitches. I could feel myself getting frustrated even as I tried to figure out who the last submissive currently between Carrie’s legs was.
“Don’t recognize the slut between Carrie’s legs?” Olivia asked.
I shrugged, “That is not why I’m here.”
“Say hi, Miss Watkins,” Olivia said.
My mouth dropped open at hearing who the unknown submissive was.
Miss Watkins looked up, her face red with shame, as she said, “Hi, Victoria.” She quickly returned to her task at hand. I tried to figure out how our first year English teacher, and easily the prettiest woman in our school had ended up another of Olivia’s playthings. She was from England too and her accent had the boys drooling. Rumour had, she was dating, our football coach, Mr. Hammersmith, and didn’t seem like someone who would sexually submit to anyone. Yet, there she was between Carrie’s legs and I assumed she had been between Olivia’s as well.
It seemed that nobody could say no to Olivia. Yet, I knew I had to…not only for mom, but for me.
“This thing with you and my mother ends now,” I firmly said, returning my icy glare to the ice queen.
“Oh really,” Olivia smiled amused by my threat.
“Or I out your mother,” I threatened.
“Yes, you blackmailed my mother, who submitted to you in order to protect me, her loving daughter, and our family name. While your mother submitted to me like a dirty lesbian slut willing to do anything to please me…including seducing her dyke daughter,” she said, her smug smile pissing me off.
I glared back, realizing she was right about the difference in our mothers, but I responded, “She never tried to seduce me, she lied to you. She is not as obedient as you think.” I knew it was a weak counter, but it was all I had.
Again she laughed, seemingly amused by this whole conversation. “Yes, I learned that. Instead of her seducing you, you took her. Now that is fucked up. I mean, sure, I love to seduce, train and dominate older lonely women, but you took your mom while vulnerable and confused with her sexuality and took advantage of her.”
I could feel my house of cards crumbling around me…as I realized I had inadvertently done exactly what Olivia accused me of. I had been the one to commit incest first, not Olivia.
Just then, as my head spun trying to find a way out of this crazy web of sin being woven all around me, and by me as well, Olivia said, “Speaking of the slut.”
I turned around and saw Mom behind me.
I said tersely, “I told you to stay home.”
“And I told her to come,” Olivia countered. “Not cum as in orgasm,” she laughed, before adding, “Although that will happen in time, but to come as come to me.”
“Thanks for the clarification, bitch,” I snapped, pissed off that my mother had again disobeyed me, and had once again chosen Olivia over me. I was hurt by my mother’s betrayal, but I hid my pain.
“She will always choose me over you, Victoria,” Olivia smiled. “Just like every other cunt licking submissive here. I am the queen bee and you are just another of my servants. You’re a disobedient servant, one that needs some very stern discipline, but a servant none-the-less.”
“That will never happen,” I shot back, still grasping at straws of strength.
“Oh denial is so adorable,” Olivia said. “Watching the final moments of strength usurped from you as you accept your place on your knees begging to please me is so adorable.”
“Fuck you,” I said with defiance, even as I glanced down at her mother between her legs.
She saw my quick glimpse and asked, “Do you want to replace your submissive?”
“Never,” I said, turning to my own mom and saying, “We’re leaving.”
“Slut, don’t you dare move,” Olivia sternly demanded.
I froze against my will.
Olivia laughed, “I was talking to your mother, but your obedience is a pleasant surprise.”
I cursed myself for stopping; showing a sign of weakness to a vulture like Olivia was not good.
Mom finally spoke. “I’m sorry Victoria, but as I told you before I can’t resist Olivia. I love her.”
“You love being used as a submissive plaything?” I asked, furious and yet near tears.
“Yes,” Mom admitted, her tone and inability to look me in the eye implying that she was ashamed by her answer.
“You love your eighteen year old, heartless Mistress over your own daughter?” I asked, tears beginning to form.
“Don’t put it like that. It is not that black and white Victoria,” Mom tried to rationalize her betrayal to me, while talking to me like a mother scolding her daughter.
Olivia chipped in, adding fuel to the already out of control fire, “Slut Kate, who is prettier, me or your daughter?”
I looked at Mom who paled instantly. “Please, don’t make me answer that,” Mom pleaded.
Olivia’s smile turned as she looked down and ordered, “Mom, move away.”
Lauren crawled out from between her daughter’s legs, and Olivia opened her legs wide to showcase her cunt. I knew I shouldn’t look, but I could feel a magnetic pull drawing my eyes directly to my enemy’s cunt.
Olivia said, “So slut Kate, take a good look at your Mistress’s cunt.”
I tore my thoughts away from Olivia’s inviting cunt to see my mother staring between Olivia’s legs in an almost hypnotic trance.
“I’ll ask you again, my submissive little British slut. Who is prettier? You’re Mistress or your daughter?” Olivia asked, her fingers moving to her pussy.
Again, I was being drawn in by the completely, frustrating, undeniable beauty of Olivia. Yes, she is a bitch. Yes, she is a stuck-up whore. And yes, I hated her. Yet, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her beautiful cunt.
I heard Mom say, “I’m so sorry, Victoria.”
I pulled my gaze away from Olivia’s pussy, my own pussy betraying me as it burned with hunger, to find my mother near tears. Unfortunately, I knew her answer before she even spoke it. Her answer was obvious from all her earlier betrayals leading up to this moment, as well as the look of guilt on her face.
Mom broke eye contact with me and turned her gaze to Olivia. Although I already knew what she was going to say before the words left her mouth, a piece of me still died when she said them out loud. “You are, Mistress.”
“I am what, my good little pet,” Olivia asked, wanting to add to my humiliation.
“You are prettier than my daughter,” Mom answered, refusing to look at me.
“Are you sure?” Olivia asked, snapping her fingers and pointing at her cunt.
“Without a doubt,” Mom answered, moving towards Olivia and seemingly forgetting her only daughter was watching and hearing her submission.
“Look at your daughter and tell her who is more beautiful,” Olivia instructed, before adding, “Then you will receive your reward.”
“Please, leave my daughter out of this,” Mom pleaded.
I am sure Olivia was about to scold her, or threaten her, but I said, “Go ahead Mom, do what you have to do.”
Mom looked at me with such guilt I could almost feel her pain inside me, yet that didn’t make her words hurt any less. “Victoria, Mistress Olivia is prettier than you.”
Tears began streaming down my face, even as I tried to will them not to. I shouldn’t have shown such weakness in front of Olivia, yet the tears were streaming freely.
Olivia snapped her fingers again and Mom turned around, dropped to her knees and buried her face in Olivia’s cunt.
I wanted to pull her out from her submissive position and drag her out of there. Yet, it was obvious, like an alcoholic who refuses to seek help, that she didn’t want saving.
I looked around, dazed, bewildered and, for the first time ever, lost.
Olivia said, “Let it out, Victoria, understanding your position is the first step to acceptance.”
“My position?” I questioned with spite, although I could feel my strength and resolve were not as strong as they once were.
“Yes, like the social hierarchy of high school, there is a sexual hierarchy too,” Olivia explained, before being interrupted by Betty’s screams.
I laughed, “A sexual hierarchy?”
“Oh shit, yes, fuuuuuck,” Betty bellowed as Becka made her come.
Olivia smiled, “You see, Becka is a perfect example of my theory. Becka is near the bottom of the social hierarchy and thus is eager to be accepted. Thus her submission was one of accepting her role in both hierarchies and eagerly becoming the submissive pet she was born to be.”
“We are born into the sexual hierarchy?” I asked, actually laughing at her bizarre logic, forgetting my previous hurt.
“Often,” Olivia shrugged. “For some they are born submissive, for others they see it in their mother to their father, for others it’s a stressful job like your cunt-licking mother, for others it’s about race like Sandrine who is meant to serve at work and at play. Yet,
for others they don’t yet know they are submissive, often trying to play a role they were never meant to play…girls like that…girls like you…are in denial.”
“I’m in denial that I’m really just a submissive?” I laughed. The suggestion was absurd. “I didn’t feel much like a submissive when I turned your mother into a dyke.”
Olivia shrugged, “Like I said before, you blackmailed her. The only submissive I blackmailed was Sandrine and I am sure she too could have been turned but I really wanted to have a live-in cunt licker, plus I liked the idea of having a black submissive.”
Angela interrupted the conversation as she moaned, “That’s it cunt licker, soooo close.”
I glanced over to watch Angela grabbing Sandrine by the back of her head and grinding her cunt on the black maid’s face. The contrast between black and white was hot.
“Yes, yes, yeeeees,” Angela bellowed as she came.
Olivia continued, “It’s obvious you are in denial right now, Victoria.”
Returning my gaze to her, trying to ignore the reality that my mother was licking her cunt while we chatted, “Is that so?” I asked, realizing I was playing right into her game. Yet, I couldn’t leave, my feet felt magnetically held to the floor.
Katrina interrupted, “Thanks Victoria. I have my own live-in cunt licker now.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, adding, “At least now you have someone you’re in charge of unlike being the bimbo follower you’re to Olivia.”
“Bitch,” Katrina weakly shot back.
“Oh, that hurts coming from a bimbo bitch,” I countered.
Carrie interrupted our ridiculous banter as she screamed, “Yessssssss.”
I again looked over to see Carrie coming, seemingly a squirter, as she sprayed everywhere coating Miss Watkins’ face.
Olivia purred, “So Victoria, are you ready to join your mother?”
“As a submissive to you?” I scoffed, even though my pussy was burning for attention.
“Of course, it is obvious you want to,” she said, as she put her hands through my mom’s hair. “Like mother, like daughter.”
Katrina screamed over dramatically, “Yes, Mommy, lick my cunt.”
“Don’t you see, Victoria, even when you thought you were winning, all you were doing was making me stronger,” Olivia said.
My cunt was soaking wet and my head was in a fog. I still wanted to crush Olivia, yet I couldn’t deny I was curious what all the fuss was about. Why couldn’t my strong-willed mother resist her? Why were these other smart women on their knees serving Olivia’s friends? Why was my cunt so wet?
“Becka, come take off my blouse,” Olivia ordered, still wearing the blouse and thigh highs she had been wearing at the frat house, but with her plaid skirt on the floor.
“Of course, Mistress,” Becka agreed, getting off her knees and moving to Olivia.
I said, “Becka, don’t.”
Becka ignored me completely as she unbuttoned Olivia’s blouse.
“And my bra,” Olivia added.
Becka obeyed, releasing Olivia’s firm breasts. I knew I shouldn’t look, yet I allowed myself to look, all the while sensing I was being drawn in to Olivia’s magnetic pull.
“Slut Kate, come suck on your Mistress’s tits,” Olivia ordered.
Mom got off her knees and went directly to Olivia’s right breast.
Olivia said, “Come join your Mom, Victoria, I know you want to, it is in your eyes.”
I scoffed again determined to stay strong, even though I was beginning to sense she was right, “My eyes tell you I want to be your submissive?”
“Yes, as does your posture,” Olivia added.
I laughed, “I’m not on my knees like the rest of your playthings,” I countered.
“Not yet,” Olivia said confidently.
“Not ever,” I countered.
Ignoring my refusal, Olivia ordered, “Becka, go feel your friend’s cunt and see if it’s wet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Becka nodded, although her facial expression showed grave concern at the task she had just been ordered to perform.
“Don’t even think about it, Becka,” I said firmly as she reached me.
Olivia said, “Becka if you don’t do as I tell you, you will be punished.”
“Please Olivia,” Becka pleaded, her eyes so full of fear I felt bad for her.
“Stand up for yourself,” I said, grabbing her hands.
“It’s not that easy,” Becka pleaded.
“I’ll help you,” I said.
“You couldn’t protect your mom,” Becka said, “and she is a lot stronger than me.”
I glanced at my mom, who was stilling nursing hungrily, it seemed, on Olivia’s breast.
Olivia, looking directly at me ordered, “Switch,” and mom moved to the neglected breast.
“Isn’t that ass of yours still untouched?” Olivia asked looking directly at Becka.
“Yes, Mistress,” Becka admitted, her eyes going even bigger with fear.
“And I was thinking, I bet Jackson is still a virgin,” Olivia added, her threat disgusting. Jackson was a three hundred pound, acne covered, loser who never showered.
“You can’t be serious?” I asked with disdain.
“Miss Watkins, tell my pet-to-be how serious I am,” Olivia instructed.
My cunt frustratingly tingled at the words ‘pet-to-be’, my cunt again trying to betray me.
Miss Watkins on the floor, now licking the stocking-clad feet of Angela, said, her tone implying she still hadn’t recovered from her punishment, “She isn’t bluffing.”
I was curious what sort of punishment Olivia had given our pretty teacher, but I didn’t ask.
Olivia said, “And why were you punished?”
“I wouldn’t lick you after school in my classroom,” Miss Watkins admitted.
“You do now though, don’t you?” Olivia said.
“Almost every day, Mistress, including today,” Miss Watkins admitted.
“Why do you obey now?” Olivia continued, clearly wanting to show me her mystic power to control.
“Because you made it very clear that disobedience has consequences,” Miss Watkins answered.
“What was your punishment?” Olivia asked.
“I was the basketball team’s cum bucket after their city finals victory last month,” Miss Watkins admitted, her face red with shame.
“You’re one sick fuck,” I said, glaring at Olivia.
“Obedience has its rewards and disobedience has its consequences,” Olivia replied, rather matter-of-factly.
“This isn’t fucking Stalinist Russia,” I quipped.
“It is pretty close,” Olivia smiled. “It is a pretty clear dictatorship.”
“You risked Miss Watkins job,” I said.
“I am not that sinister, at least on the first punishment. She was on the other side of a glory hole as she swallowed half a dozen loads and took another half dozen in her cunt and one final load in her ass,” Olivia said.
The visual was undeniably hot; a glory hole being a fantasy of mine.
Olivia instructed, getting us back on topic, “Becka, finish your task or it is punishment time.”
Becka pleaded, “Please Victoria, just let me touch your pussy.”
“Ten seconds or Becka’s ass is Jackson’s,” Olivia threatened.
“Please, please, please, I’ll do anything,” Becka begged, totally petrified of Olivia’s threat.
I glanced to Olivia who was smiling victoriously, which pissed me off even more. Yet I knew I had to allow Becka to obey as ordered. My conscience couldn’t allow Becka’s sodomy at the hands of the most repulsive guy at school. I sighed dramatically to let Olivia know clearly I wasn’t impressed, “Go ahead.”
Becka instantly dropped to her knees, which wasn’t necessary, put her hand under my leather skirt, and put her fingers on my cunt lips. I was still in my crotchless pantyhose and sans knickers. She surprised me as she announced to everyone there, “She is soaking wet, Mistress and not wearing any underwear.”
“Becka!” I gasped, surprised, angered, and embarrassed by her declaration.
“Sorry, Victoria, but it’s true. Your cunt is practically begging for attention,” Becka replied, shocking me again, the shy girl using the ‘c’ word.
“Please, Becka,” I pleaded, wanting her to stop.
Olivia intervened, “Victoria, the evidence in favour of my hypothesis is compounding.”
“Because I’m wet?” I sneered.
“That, the look in your eyes, your posture, your mother and the fact that you are still here,” Olivia smiled.
I instantly wondered why I hadn’t walked out already. I had clearly lost the battle over my mother, lost my MILF pets to their daughters, and had just been sexually assaulted by my best friend in front of a dozen people. Yet, there I remained, humiliated, frustrated and overwhelmed.
“Pussy got your tongue?” Olivia asked, trying to be witty. Frustrated I didn’t have a witty comeback to her accusations, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks burning red, I could still feel Becka’s finger on my cunt and I could feel the final checkmate in a game I had thought I could win.
“On your knees, Victoria,” Olivia instructed.
I didn’t obey, but I could literally feel the strength in my legs going away and suddenly, standing up was difficult to do.
“Kate, go help your daughter,” Olivia instructed.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mom agreed, as she finally stopped sucking on Olivia’s tits and walked towards me, her face still riddled with guilt.
Olivia instructed, “Pets, rotate.”
As my mother reached me, I watched as a group of very, very different women all on their knees, each moved to their right and between the legs of a new girl. Becka moved to Angela, Sandrine to Carrie, Miss Watkins to Olivia, my pet Lauren to Katrina and my other lost pet June, crawled a distance to big titted Betty. Each submissive buried their face between the legs of the new teenage girl in front of them, except Olivia who instructed, “Suck my toes, Miss Watkins, I want to make sure my pet-to-be has a clear view of my cunt.”
“Of course, my goddess,” Miss Watkins said, which somehow turned me on more, as did, beyond logical comprehension, the words ‘pet to be’ and the obvious implication that went with it.
I could feel my brittle shell of resistance shattering, and when mom put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down, whispering, “Just give in, Victoria, this is where you were meant to be,” I didn’t resist, although her words ricocheted in my head. Did mom really believe I was born to sexually serve a bitch like Olivia? Did mom want her only daughter to become a submissive slut like her? Yet, even as my mind logically argued against such submission, my body betrayed me at every turn. My cunt was soaked, my mouth watered and my legs gave way.
“Good girl,” Olivia said, as my knees hit the carpet. “Now crawl to me, my new pet.”
I looked up to my mom, my eyes pleading for help and strength to resist the irresistible pull that had transformed me from a strong-willed woman to a submissive-hungry pet. That word was never suppose to be used on me; yet, hearing myself called a pet only enhanced my desire to submit even though I couldn’t possibly explain why.
Mom whispered, “Submit, Victoria, join me in submission.”
Mom’s words were the final straw that broke me. I had lost my mother to Olivia, but if I submitted to Olivia I could still be with my mother, albeit not in the way I had envisioned. We would again be together like we were before this crazy, crazy chain of events. The logic was absurd but that the only way to continue to have a relationship with my mother was to submit to my enemy, but at the moment logic wasn’t part of the equation. I felt alone, lost and horny, a mixture that would push me to a place I never thought I would go.
Lowering my head, I crawled the few feet to Olivia. I expected sarcastic remarks from the bimbo squad but none came as I obeyed her order. Reaching Olivia, I paused, unsure what to do, so unfamiliar with being in this position. I could see her pussy, slightly glistening, and I wanted to taste it, to get her off. It occurred to me, that if I licked her I would be in control, I could control the orgasm, and thus her pleasure.
Olivia looked down at me, a smile so big that part of me still wanted to slap her in the face, yet another part of me suddenly saw the allure of her beauty. There was something unexplainable about her, something irresistible and I wondered how I had resisted so long. “Are you ready to begin your life as my pet,” she asked, before adding, “our pet.”
I stuttered, “‘Our’ p-p-pet?”
“Yes, since you have been such a bitch, such a handful, you will not only be my pet, but you will be the cheerleading team’s pet, our mascot per se. You will come on trips as our trainer and service all of us as we request?” Olivia revealed.
Their mascot? The idea was degrading, the thought was repulsive, although submitting to Olivia seemed inevitable and somehow turned me on, the thought of having to obey Katrina, Angela and the other members of the bimbo squad was incomprehensible. Yet, I didn’t see a simple way out of this.
I wasn’t able to speak, there were no words to properly get me out of this predicament, as Olivia moved her hand to her pussy and asked, “Are you hungry, my pet?”
I stared at her cunt, suddenly unable to focus on anything else. I didn’t want to answer, to admit my weakness, my hunger, but I also wanted to taste her, to see if she tasted as exotically addicting as she must to have so many women obey her every order.
“Answer me, Victoria, or your first punishment will be very unpleasant,” Olivia threatened.
I instantly thought of all the twisted things Olivia had done that I knew of and replied without even thinking about the words coming out of my mouth, “yes, I am famished.”
“Yes, I am famished, what?” Olivia asked, as her finger slid inside her cunt.
I froze. I knew the word she wanted to hear, I knew exactly the game she was playing and unfortunately I was unable to resist playing her game. “Yes, I am famished, Mistress Olivia.” Strangely, just saying the word, one that had been exclusive to me when used up to this moment, felt liberating. I had spent so much time standing strong against Olivia, fought so hard to protect my mother with devastating results. That the thought of just letting go, giving in to my inner lust that was now bubbling to the surface came surprisingly natural.
“Good girl,” Olivia purred, as if she were talking to a child.
My face flushed at the condescending comment, yet my pussy tingled. Although I had reveled in the power over her mother, and Katrina’s, I never felt more at home, than I did at this moment, on my knees, in front of Olivia, waiting to be instructed. “Thank you, Mistress Olivia,” I replied absurdly, the words rolling off my tongue.
“Checkmate,” Olivia proudly announced.
“Yes, Queen Olivia,” I replied, trying to tie my response to the game of chess.
“Queen Olivia, I like that,” Olivia smiled, “Although aren’t you named after a queen?”
I had been named after Queen Victoria, one of my mom’s heroes. Assumedly, mother had given her that piece of trivia. “Yes, Queen Olivia, I was, but now I am just a peasant ready to serve her queen.” I couldn’t believe the words I was saying. They were so corny, so absurd and yet in the moment they were exactly how I felt. I was ready to worship her, serve her and obey her.
“So you want to eat my cunt in front of all of these, what did you call them, my bimbo posse?” Olivia asked, pulling her finger out of her cunt and moving it to me. I opened my mouth automatically and felt a rush of disappointment when she said, “Miss Watkins, want a treat?”
“Oh yes, Mistress,” the pretty teacher replied, opening her mouth and sucking Olivia’s wetness from her finger.
Olivia asked again, “So you want to serve me in front of my posse?”
“Yes, I do, Queen Olivia,” I admitted, ashamed, excited, confused, and overwhelmed.
“And you want to eat all the cunts of my bimbo squad, as I believe I remember you also calling them,” she continued.
Desperate to taste her, knowing that the longer I took to answer, the longer I denied my unconditional surrender to not only Olivia but all her posse, the longer it would be before I finally got to taste her, I answered, “I am your peasant, Queen, I do as I am told. After all, I AM their mascot.”
“So to clarify, you will suck on Betty’s big tits, lick Angela’s cunt, lick Carrie’s butthole, take a strap-on in the ass by Katrina who, by the way, can’t wait to train you and make you serve every member of the senior cheerleading team?” She asked, the list disgusting, yet enthralling; humiliating…my new reality.
“My cunt-licking mouth, my wet pussy and my virgin arse are all yours, my Queen,” I answered, shocked at the words that came out of my mouth. I had just degraded myself and announced to the deviant, twisted Olivia that I was an anal virgin, while agreeing to take it up the ass by that bitch Katrina.
“She’s an anal virgin,” Katrina said, finally speaking. “That makes this so much more delicious.”
I sighed to myself both at the reality of what was assumedly bound to happen and by her atrocious use of the English language. I would have mocked her any other time, yet this time I remained silent.
“That is a pleasant surprise,” Olivia concurred, before continuing my slow personal humiliation, “but I thought you said that being on your knees begging to belong to me would never happen.”
Recalling the conversation from just a few hours ago, when I still thought I was in control, even though my mom was being gangbanged at a frat party, I replied, “I was in denial.”
“Of what?” Olivia asked.
“Of everything I guess,” I said, unsure how to answer the question, not knowing the answer myself.
“You’re a smart girl,” Olivia said, her finger going back into her cunt, slowly pumping in and out, as I suddenly felt like I was watching a hypnotist’s watch. “Explain how you were in denial.”
I sighed, just wanting to taste her, lick her, make her cum, yet I had to play her game first. “I thought I could beat you at your own game; I thought you were just a privileged bitch who needed to be put in her place and I thought I could pull my mother out of the twisted fucked up hold you had on her,” I admitted honestly.
“And yet now you are willing to join your mother in this twisted fucked up situation,” Olivia said.
“Yes,” I admitted, ashamed by the truth of her words, at having lost completely.
“Beg to be my pet, my slut, my cunt-licker, my slave, my peasant,” she rattled off, each name both demeaning and erotic at the same time.
My mind a muddled mess, my desire to please and come myself overriding dignity or common sense, I suddenly understood my mother’s weakness and unconditional loyalty to Olivia. I turned to Mom, who was behind me watching my submission, and said, “Mom, I forgive you, I understand now.”
“Oh honey,” Mom said, breaking into a smile for the first time since she arrived here, which somehow made me happy.
“I love you, Mom,” I said, before adding, “and I can’t wait to join you in servitude to our Mistress.”
“Oh, I love you too, Victoria,” she replied, tears welling in her eyes. Her words sounded so sincere, and yet were so absurd considering our current situation.
“Beg, bitch,” Katrina ordered, breaking the strange moment of intimacy in a night that couldn’t spell the word.
I turned to her, wanting to bite her head off, but instead replied, “Yes, Mistress.”
“I’m not a queen?” She asked.
“A princess, maybe but there is only one queen,” I answered, turning my gaze back to Olivia. I said, my words still seeming to come from some unknown part of my subconscious, “Mistress, Queen, Goddess, may I bow down to you?”
“You may,” Olivia said, looking down at me with curiosity.
I bowed down and kissed her foot, Miss Watkins having moved back a few minutes before. Olivia lifted it up and I put her nylon-clad toes in my mouth one at a time. The act, one of complete submission, turned me on as I just wanted to please her like no one, including my mother, had ever pleased her.
Olivia asked, “You like nylons, too?”
“I love them,” I answered, as I licked the sole of her foot, a mixture of sweet sweat and nylon.
“Ever fucked yourself on a nylon foot?” she asked.
The thought was instantly a naughty visual in my mind and I replied, “No, my Queen.”
Lifting her stocking-clad foot up, Olivia instructed, “Ride my foot.”
“Oh, yes Mistress,” I agreed, way too eagerly. I stood up, my knees a bit numb, and straddled her foot, suddenly noticing that everyone, including the pets, were watching me. I felt self-conscious, but ignored the brief insecurity, my need to obey and to come taking over. I lowered my cunt onto her foot and began rubbing myself on her foot. It felt so naughty and yet so good that in only a few seconds I could feel a burning inside.
Olivia scolded, “I didn’t say rub yourself, I said fuck yourself.”
I stopped and asked, “You want to foot fuck me?”
“No, you silly slut, I want you to fuck yourself with my foot,” she explained.
I stared at her foot, which was dangling over her left leg and tried to figure out how to get it in my cunt while standing.
Mom touched my back and said, “Turn around and face our Mistress.”
“Okay, Mommy,” I said, never having used the term ‘Mommy’ before except to put her in her place.
I almost tripped turning around and straddling the foot the other way as Mom asked, “Mistress Olivia, may I assist?”
“You want to help your daughter fuck herself on my foot?” Olivia asked, obviously loving her victory.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mom answered.
“You can help her get my foot inside that slut box of hers, but then I want her to fuck herself,” Olivia said.
“Of course, Mistress,” Mom nodded, as she knelt down and grabbed Olivia’s foot. Looking up at me, she instructed, “Now lower your slut box slowly as I hold our beautiful Mistress’s foot.”
“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, as I lowered my cunt and felt the nylon covered toes in between my pussy lips.
Mom moved Olivia’s foot up and down a few times, making me super fucking horny, before she pushed Olivia’s toes into my cunt.
“Oh fuuuuck, Mommy,” I moaned, my cunt stretching open wider than it ever had before.
“Now slowly bend your knees down and up until you are riding Olivia’s foot like the submissive little slut you are,” Mom ordered.
“Oh ooh yes Mommy,” I whimpered, not used to being ordered by Mom, although it, too, turned me on.
Olivia, noticing my submissive nature to my mother, said, “Slut Kate, you may get your own live-in submissive yet.”
I closed my eyes and focused on trying to ride Olivia’s foot and give myself a much needed orgasm. My moans began to increase as I slowly fucked myself on Olivia’s toes. I don’t know if it was the widening of my cunt, the feeling of the nylon, the complete act of submission or just how horny I was, but in only a minute I was beginning to feel my orgasm rise.
Olivia laughed, “Are you close to coming already?”
“Yeeeees,” I moaned.
“Don’t you dare come without permission,” Olivia threatened.
“Okaaaay,” I agreed, even as the orgasm continued to rise.
“You are such a condescending slut,” Katrina said.
Angela added, “A pretentious little bitch.”
“I didn’t even know you knew such wooooords,” I whimpered, unable to not be the condescending, pretentious bitch they said I was as I realized she had her camera directed at me.
“Please don’t,” I begged, suddenly stopping riding Olivia’s foot.
Olivia scolded, “Don’t you dare stop without permission, you fucking cunt.”
“S-s-sorry,” I stuttered, feeling overwhelming guilt at upsetting Olivia which was illogical, as I continued fucking myself while assumedly being filmed, which mortified me…yet my orgasm was too close to care about the potential public humiliation at the hands of that bitch.
“Don’t let her come, Olivia,” Katrina said.
A few more seconds and I was ready to explode and begged, “Queen Olivia, please let your dumb slut come.” Why did I call myself dumb?
Her foot moved out of my cunt as she said, “On your knees.”
“Please, Mistress,” I pleaded even as I obeyed the command.
“No bitch of mine gets to come before I or my guests do,” Olivia said, snapping her fingers and pointing to her cunt. “Get to work, Victoria, it is time for ‘never’ to occur.”
I smiled internally at her witty ‘never’ quip, as I quickly thrust my face between her legs and into her cunt. I licked and was instantly taken aback by her taste. It was surprisingly tangy and I knew that any morning after regret and guilt would be dissipated by the reality that I would drop to my knees and lick her cunt anytime or anyplace. I was addicted. I explored her pussy lips, her clit and, eventually, my tongue darted in and out of her pussy as her moans increased. My own cunt was leaking and begging to be finished off, yet I focused on Olivia’s cunt, hoping that getting her off would eventually get me off.
I have no idea how long, I licked, nibbled and explored Olivia’s cunt, but her hand on the back of my head, implied she was close. I sucked her clit between my lips and heard her moan, “Don’t stop, my slut.”
I had no intention of stopping, dying to taste the full blast of her come on my lips and tongue.
I felt hands on my ass and I stopped, startled, but felt my head pushed deeper into Olivia’s cunt as I returned to the task at hand. I felt fingers playing with my pussy and then without warning I felt something big, a fist I thought shoved into my cunt. I screamed into Olivia’s cunt, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain, as my cunt was unnaturally widened. I quickly learned it was indeed a fist as I felt fingers wiggling inside me.
With my own cunt being violated, it was hard to stay focused on Olivia’s cunt, but I literally had no choice as she began grinding her cunt up and down my face. I extended my tongue and just tried to please her as she fucked my face. I was moaning into her cunt and my mouth was wide open when the gush of pussy cum exploded into my mouth and all over my face. She held my face so tight against her cunt, I couldn’t breathe anything but her heavenly scent.
I was just beginning to struggle to breathe when she let go of my head and I screamed, “Oh fuck. I’m so full.”
“Do you want to come from Carrie’s fist?” Olivia asked.
I didn’t even look to confirm it was Carrie as I begged, my breathing so erratic, the sentence took forever to finish, “Oh yes, my Queen…please…let Carrie…fist fuuuuuck… me to…orgasm.”
“You can come on five,” Olivia said.
“Ooooh, thank you, Mistress,” I moaned, thrilled that the long denied orgasm was finally going to occur.
“One, tell me who owns you, Victoria Jones,” Olivia started the countdown.
A chill went up my spine at hearing my full name. “Olivia Phillips owns my tongue, cunt and aaaaaaaaaass,” I declared, as Carrie filled my cunt again.
“Two, tell us what you are.”
“A condescending bitch that has finally learned her place as your slave,” I declared, wishing Carrie would fuck my cunt with her hand instead of teasing me.
“Three, tell me something you will do to earn my trust.”
“Anythiiiing,” I screamed, as Carrie fist fucked me quickly three times.
“I want you to bring me an offering, one of your loser friends,” Olivia said.
“Okaaaay, which one do you want,” I asked, so far gone I would sell my mother to a Sheik to come.
“Tamara,” Olivia said.
Tamara was the minister’s daughter and definitely a virgin. She hadn’t been on a date, or even kissed a boy. She was cute in a nerdy way; although, she hid her body well with baggy sweaters and long skirts. “She is yours,” I offered, although I really had no idea how I would possibly make it happen.
“Four, pull out, Carrie,” Olivia instructed. Carrie did as ordered and my whole body quivered with broken anticipation, shaking like an addict who had not had a drink or smoke in a week.
“Oh please…Mistress, you…own me, please,” I begged, my brain foggy with self lust.
“All in good time,” Olivia shrugged. “I just realized it would be very wrong for you to come before your other Mistresses do, don’t you think?”
“Of course, Mistress, that…is…very reasonable,” I struggled to say through stunted breath.
“Go finger fuck Betty to orgasm,” Olivia instructed.
I reluctantly, with pussy juice running down my legs, crawled to the chubby, huge titted cheerleader who opened her legs and ordered, “Suck my clit while fingering me, bitch.”
“Yes, Mistress Betty,” I agreed as I leaned forward and took her clit between my lips while I slid two fingers easily inside her. Wanting to get this over with, her scent way less appealing than Olivia’s, I finger fucked her fast and hard. Thankfully, in only a couple of minutes I felt her grab my head as she came all over my face.
Backing away, a minute later, I heard Olivia say, “Ready for your punishment, Mother?”
“Please, Olivia, I won’t ever betray you again. I’m your Mother.”
“Yes, that is why I called you Mother,” Olivia sarcastically said, as I turned around to see Olivia was wearing a huge strap-on cock, at least eight inches in length and thick.
Katrina added, also wearing an identical big strap-on cock, “Are you ready, Mother dearest?”
June, my ex-pet saw me watching and glared at me before suggesting, “Why don’t you fuck that bitch’s ass first?”
“All in good time. She wasn’t the one who betrayed me, you were,” Katrina replied coldly.
“Both of you, on all fours and stop fucking trying to negotiate or I will really give you a punishment worth complaining out,” Olivia threatened, slapping her mother’s ass hard.
Both mothers reluctantly obeyed, now each naked except thigh highs, getting on all fours side by side.
Olivia and Katrina got behind their respective mothers as Becka poured lube on Lauren’s ass cheeks and Sandrine did the same to June.
“Finger fuck their asses my pets, get their asses lubed really well,” Olivia instructed, as she moved to the front of her mother and shoved the plastic cock in her mom’s mouth; Katrina, like the follower she was, quickly followed suit.
Both Becka and Sandrine obeyed, coating their fingers with lube and sliding them, rather easily, into the MILF bitches asses.
“Two fingers,” Katrina instructed, as she fucked her mom’s face with the plastic cock.
Both pets obeyed as they slid a second finger in and began finger fucking them. The MILF’s moans were muffled by the cocks fucking their faces, which was undeniably hot.
A couple minutes of face fucking and ass fingering and Olivia pulled out, moved behind her mom and without warning slammed her cock into her mom’s ass, all eight inches filling the surprised mom.
“Holy shiiiiiit, pull it out,” Lauren screamed and begged, her facial expression priceless.
“Sure,” Olivia said, pulling out and then slamming it back in again.
“Please, stoooooooop, you’re tearing me apart,” Lauren pleaded through tears.
June’s eyes were big with fear as her daughter pulled the cock out of her mouth and moved behind her. She begged, “Honey, I’m so sorry, I will never betray yooooooooou.” She didn’t finish her sentence as Katrina replicated Olivia’s harsh entry into her mother’s ass.
“Will you ever betray me again?” Olivia asked, as she roughly and literally fucked the shit out of her mom.
“N…n…nev…nev…er,” Lauren struggled to get out as the pain in her ass burned through her.
“Please take it out Katrina,” June begged. “I will pay you.”
“How much?” Katrina asked, stopping with her cock buried deep in her mom’s ass.
“Whatever you want,” June said.
“I don’t know,” Katrina said, before pulling out as though she was letting her mom off and then slamming into her again and beginning to fuck her hard while holding her mom’s hips.
“Nooooo, fuck, Noooooo, shiiiit,” June babbled.
Lauren echoed similar babble as she screamed through clenched teeth, “Olivia, please noooo, I’m so sorrrrry.”
Olivia snapped her fingers a few strokes later, they both pulled out, swapped places and started fucking each other’s mom.
“We’re going to continue to fuck your asses until both of you Mommy-sluts come. You both fucking submitted to that bitch and now you both will pay the price together,” Olivia said, really fucking June hard.
“And bitch, what are you doing watching? Do you want some anal discipline too?” Olivia asked me.
“N-n-no,” I stuttered, “I was just awaiting your instructions.”
“Go eat Angela’s asshole while Miss Watkins eats her cunt,” Olivia instructed.
I had never tasted an asshole before, nor did I want to, I was really enjoying watching the sodomy of those two bitches who had betrayed me as well, but I obeyed praying I was one step closer to being allowed to come.
Miss Watkins lay on the couch, Angela straddled her and I got behind her, pulled her ass cheeks apart and stared at her small rosebud.
“Switch,” I heard Olivia announce again and took a peek at the incestuous action, before returning to the humiliating, disgusting task at hand.
I was about to lean forward when Angela scolded, “Stop staring at my ass and fucking eat it, you fucking British bitch.”
Startled and turned on by the usually quiet Angela, I leaned forward between her ass cheeks and began licking her rose bud. “That’s better,” Angela said, adding, “I expect that tongue in my ass.”
“Yes, Mistress Angela,” I said, just accepting I was the plaything tonight, and until who knew when, for all of Olivia’s bitch friends.
Unlike sucking a cock, or a tit, or licking a cunt, eating an ass, such a twisted, dirty phrase, was completely different. The smell at first was non-existent, but as my tongue slowly bathed her rosebud, the slightest scent, not pungent, but definitely ass was undeniable.
I licked and eventually Angela’s rosebud softened and I began to try to use my tongue as a cock. It was awkward, difficult and degrading, but strangely, I loved it.
I would have loved to have watched the incest scene, but I did get to hear it.
Olivia and Katrina switched three more times and their moms’ painful screams and whimpers had begun to shift to moans.
Olivia asked, “Is Mommy finally enjoying a cock in her ass?”
“Yeeeees,” Lauren moaned.
Angela began grinding her cunt on Miss Watkins’ face, her ass bouncing into my face with each backwards movement. Her breathing increased and she screamed a few moments later, “Oooooooh, yes.”
I kept licking her butthole as she came on Miss Watkins’ face.
I felt my head pulled back as Carrie pushed me onto my back, straddled my face and lowered her trimmed cunt onto my face. I had no choice but to lick her cunt. Awkwardly, I licked her already very wet pussy, although I couldn’t move much to explore. Also, her legs covered my ears, so I couldn’t really hear the incest scene other their moans. After a couple of minutes, I moved my head up as far as I could, found her clit and began flicking it repetitively. Her legs twitched each time I flicked her clit and suddenly she began bouncing up and down on my face. My head was bounced around like a Raggedy Ann doll as Carrie came all over my face. I was just along for the ride as her pussy juice coated my face.
Thankfully, she got off me, just as I was beginning to have trouble breathing.
“I can’t take much more of this,” Lauren whimpered.
“Then come,” Olivia instructed.
“I caaaan’t,” Lauren replied frustrated.
“Want your cunt licked?” Olivia asked.
“God, yes,” Lauren replied, as her daughter continued to ream her ass.
“Becka and Kate get over here, crawl under these Mommy ass sluts and eat their old wrinkled cunts,” I heard Olivia order.
“Yes, Mistress,” both pets answered in unison.
I watched, only having Katrina left to service, who was currently preoccupied with fucking her mom’s ass.
Soon both of my former pets were breathing heavy, Becka and Mom pushing the new ass sluts to the edge of euphoria, creating a double sensation of pleasure.
“Come, Mommy-sluts,” Olivia ordered.
“Eat my cunnnnt,” June demanded, obviously close to orgasmic bliss.
“My clit, swallow my fucking clit,” Lauren moaned.
Both well trained pets did an excellent job as the two MILF ass sluts sounded like hyenas as they screamed, howled and moaned as the double pleasure brought them close to volcanic eruption, but not over the top.
Eventually June screamed, “Fuuuuuck,” as she collapsed onto the floor shaking uncontrollably. Katrina continued fucking her ass because Lauren hadn’t come yet.
Lauren moaned, “So close.”
June begged, the pleasure too much, “Please stop fucking meee.”
“Not until your partner in betrayal comes too,” Olivia said.
“Fucking come, Lauren,” June snapped, her body still trembling uncontrollably as her daughter continued thrusting deep into her.
Lauren, desperate to come, began bucking her ass back to meet the powerful thrusts of her Mistress daughter even as her breathing got more erratic. The scene was hot as hell, as was the continual drilling of June, who was begging her daughter to stop. “I can’t take it any moooooore.”
Finally, it happened. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, yeeeeees Mistress,” Lauren screamed as the inevitable orgasm ripped through her very being, although unlike June who collapsed, Lauren, being the insatiable slut she is, continued fucking herself on the plastic cock filling her back door.
“Pull out, pull out, pull out,” June pleaded and Katrina obliged. June immediately rolled over onto her back. Her breathing was still erratic and made worse by the fact that Betty straddled her face.
Katrina looked at me and said, “Ready for your training to start, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed.
“But I thought I was a bimbo?” she asked.
“Teach me my place,” I replied.
“Oh, that I plan to do,” Katrina smiled, her facial expression and tone implying she had already considered this moment. “But first, fucking my Mom really got me revved up. Crawl to me and eat me like I have envisioned you doing for such a long fucking time.”
“Yummy,” I said, like a bimbo, as I crawled to her, passed a still self-fucking Lauren which was very impressive, as Katrina took off the strap-on cock.
“Get licking bitch,” Katrina ordered when I reached her.
“Yes, Mistress,” I eagerly agreed, no longer seeing the bimbo bitch I hated, but rather another cunt to please on my journey to final submission to Olivia.
It was awkward, licking her while she was standing, yet I just focused on getting her off as quickly as possible with the hope I would be allowed to come.
“You look really good eating cunt, Victoria,” Katrina said, as I began licking her very wet pussy lips.
“Thank you,” I replied, as ludicrous as it sounded, her taste surprisingly sweet.
For a few minutes, I just licked and licked, her moans slowly increasing in intensity, when suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and began to use my face to spank her clit. My face bounced into her cunt and then was pulled away and then pushed back in her cunt.
“Oh yes, do you like face fuuucking me,” Katrina said.
“Yes,” I answered awkwardly as I was moved back and forth like a yoyo.
Then she held my head hard against her wetness as she came seconds later. I eagerly lapped her cum as it streamed out of her and into my mouth. Finally she pushed me away, making me fall backwards onto my ass.
Olivia was back on the couch with a video camera while everybody else was wearing strap-on cocks. I immediately knew I was about to be in for one long ride, both metaphorically and physically.
“Still want to come?” Olivia asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, despite the realization that my lesbian gangbang was going to be filmed.
“All three holes?” Olivia asked.
“Are yours,” I replied, finishing her sentence.
“Even your virgin ass?” she asked.
“They’re yours to do with as you please,” I answered, giving myself mind and body to someone who just over an hour ago I had come to crush.
Betty laid on the ground and ordered, “Straddle me, slut.”
I quickly crawled to her and devoured the plastic cock with my cunt.
“Holy shit, you are more obedient than your whore mother,” Olivia laughed.
I felt hands on my ass and turned to see that Lauren was pouring lube on my ass crack. She said, “Payback is a bitch.”
My head was grabbed and a cock was shoved in my mouth as Angela said, “Let’s keep this cock in your mouth to avoid hearing you scream,” as she began slowly moving her cock in and out of my mouth.
I felt the warm lube between my ass cheeks, fingers poking inside my ass, creating a small burn. Then Olivia said, “Just fuck her, Mom. Her ass will get used to it…eventually.”
My eyes went wide as I prepared for the pain I knew was about to come. I felt a cock in-between my ass cheeks, and then, slowly, Lauren began pushing forward, widening my tight virgin ass, before suddenly slamming forward just as the cock in my mouth pushed forward too and I gagged as my screams of intense pain were indeed muffled by the big cock choking me. I had assumed a cock in my ass would hurt, but as Lauren began pumping the cock in and out of my searing back door, I thought I was going to die. There was no pleasure, just an undeniable pain. Suddenly, Betty began bucking up, timing her thrusts with Lauren and soon I was being fucked by three cocks simultaneously.
Thankfully, Betty fucking my cunt created some pleasure down below and by rekindling the fire in my cunt; it began to distract me from the pain in my ass.
Olivia asked, “Enjoying yourself, my slut?”
Angela pulled the cock out of my mouth and I struggled to answer, “God, yes.”
Laughter echoed around me as I was sodomized and humiliated by the cheerleaders and my ex-MILF pet as the plastic cock was shoved roughly back in my mouth.
The next few minutes, all three cocks pumped in and out of me and the longer I was fucked in the ass the more accustomed I got to it. The pain still hadn’t faded, but slowly a tingling pleasure began to build.
Suddenly Olivia yelled, “Next.”
The cocks were pulled out of my ass and my mouth. Then just as quickly, new cocks filled both of my briefly empty holes. Betty stopped bucking her cock in my cunt, as the other cocks slowly moved in and out, as if slowing down to deliberately deny me the orgasm that had just begun rising in me.
Olivia instructed, “No orgasm until everyone has had a turn.”
I sighed on the cock, knowing there were eleven women here and only five had had a turn in me.
For a couple more minutes, I was slowly fucked, which was frustrating as it was a constant tease, bringing me slight pleasure and yet not enough to build up to a fevered frenzy. The pain in my ass, thankfully, was almost non-existent now.
“Switch,” Olivia said, and quickly two cocks left and two more cocks replaced them.
This time they both slammed forward filling both my ass and mouth completely causing me to gag again and reviving the blunt pain in my ass. They kept their cocks buried in me before pulling out, waiting a few excruciating seconds, before slamming into me again, repeating the hard, deep rough thrusts, and then waiting anywhere from three to ten seconds before pulling out. After a few deep strokes, Betty joined in and again I was being deeply filled by three cocks. The pleasure began to rise slowly but not enough to do more than fan the flames.
“Switch,” Olivia called out again as I realized, seven down only four to go.
As the cock was pulled out of my mouth, I saw that Mom was pleasuring Angela and it was Becka who was now going to fuck my face. I again felt hands on my ass and heard the undeniable British accent of Miss Watkins order, “Fuck yourself on my cock, time for a good dogging.”
I pondered the use of dogging, a British term for sex in a public place, usually outside, yet I guess being ass fucked and used by eleven women was pretty public, particularly as it was being videotaped. I, of course, obeyed, and slowly began moving back on the cock onto my ass and then moving forward to swallow Becka’s cock in front of me.
I slowly got in a rhythm as I buried one cock in my ass and then the other in my mouth, the whole while the cock in my cunt continuing to tease me.
“Faster, slut,” Becka ordered, surprising the shit out of me, but I obeyed, beginning to really fuck myself on both the plastic cocks.
I was just getting into a perfect rhythm, just beginning to really enjoy myself, getting ass fucked now all pleasure, my ass finally accustomed to being so full, when Olivia announced, “Final switch.”
As the cocks left my burning, hungry holes, I felt my hair grabbed and saw that it was Katrina who was about to drag me to the couch. I tried to follow as best I could as she threw me on my back, my head bouncing off the side of the couch. Katrina ordered, “Move up so your head is resting on the top of the arm.”
I quickly obeyed.
*** This is part 2 of You’re mine and you know it.
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I had just got done cleaning myself all over and putting my clothes back on when the door opened and in rushed a younger student. I hoped that it was Ashley or one of her friends but it wasn’t. So I walked to class a little disappointed. My teacher, Ms. Johnson let me off with a warning about being late because it was my first time being late to her class.
“Don’t let it happen again,” is all she said and then she just let me walk to my seat.
I couldn’t concentrate on my class work, I was just to anxious and excited to concentrate. I wanted the day to hurry up and be over but I knew I had to wait until lunch before I could see any of the girls. After lunch I had one more period before I could have some fun with them. I couldn’t help but daydream about what could happen when I got to Ashley’s house with them. Ashley grabbing me by my hair forcing me onto her bed, as her friends tied my wrists and legs to the bed. After that cutting off my clothes and underwear to get to my boobs and……
“Jennifer Coles!” My teacher Ms. Johnson was yelling my name. I guess I went to far in my dream and blocked everyone else out. When I looked up to her everyone was looking at me so I was a little embarrassed, but she spoke again and with a lot of authority.
“Come to my desk, right now.” Hearing her talk to me like that got me a little afraid so I quickly got up and crossed the room to her desk.
“Yes Ms. Johnson?” I said as if I didn’t know why she called me up there.
“What is wrong with you today, why haven’t you been doing your work, and why…………”
As she spoke to me I couldn’t help think how sexy she was when she was upset. She had only got upset with me when I feel asleep in her class during a test or something, but other than that I could never really see that side of her, unless it was towards someone else. She did have an adorable smile when she was happy though, but I liked her a lot better when she was upset with the class. I don’t know why, I guess that’s just me. Ms. Johnson was 26, slim, really big boobs, beautiful baby blue eyes and big, sexy, suckable lips that had stopped moving and were frowning at me.
“Well… are you going to answer me or just stand there.” She said with a hint of anger.
I hadn’t heard a word she said to me. “Umm, I’m sorry can you repeat the question.”
“Do… you… want… to… talk… about… what… has… got… you… so… out… of… it… today?” She said slowly so I wouldn’t miss it this time.
“No I’m fine just a little tired I guess,” I said lying horribly.
I guess she bought it because all she said was, “okay just do your work. Go back to your seat now.” I nodded and walked back to my seat thankful that I didn’t have to stand up there for much longer.
After my little “talk” with the teacher I sat down and did as much work that I could, and was more then happy when the bell rang signaling that second period was over.
Third period was just like the others just with an annoying old man. So I’m not going to get into much detail about it. I did get to see my friend Emilee though and that was good. Emilee is cute, but I don’t really look at her in anyway other then a friend should. She has short natural red hair, a little on the skinny side, and looks way younger than what she is but she still has lots of guys all over her. We talked about class movies and boys (she still didn’t know I was a lesbian). It felt like time was flying by when I talked to her, and soon the bell rung, and we left to go to lunch.
As me and Emilee walked to “our” table at lunch we noticed that Elizabeth wasn’t there. Elizabeth is one of our friends that sat with us, but she was not there and we wanted to go out for lunch.
She is about as tall as me but probably a bit taller, she has long dirty blonde hair, hourglass figure (like myself), 36C boobs I think, just right round ass and a beautiful face.
As we were getting up to leave Emilee spotted her talking to some girl, when I looked closer I realized that it was Ashley, and it looked as if they were getting a little to close and that made me jealous.
“Lets just go over there and ask if she’s goin to come with us,” Emilee said not noticing my smug look.
“Ok, but if she’s not coming we’ll just go anyways,” I said as we walked towards Elizabeth and Ashley.
When Ashley’s eyes met mine she smiled and said, “I’ll talk to you later Liz, bye girls.” With that she smiled at me winked and turned on her heels to walk away.
“What was she talking to you about,” I said finally braking out of my trance.
“Oh nothing. Just something that’s going to be eating away at me, later on today. Hey are we going out for lunch or not I’m hungry.”
I didn’t believe her but didn’t really think it mattered so I told them where we were going out to lunch and that we were taking my car. We had to hury and get back to school so we just went through the drive through.
After coming back to the school we talked, laughed, and ate our food and soon the bell rung. After saying we would call each other we went our separate ways.
As I walked to my next class, alone, I couldn’t help but think, ‘what was Ashley talking to Elizabeth about, and why wont she tell me?’ I was so deep in thought that I didn’t notice the person in front of me, and I bumped into them.
“Oh I’m so sorr……” I stopped in mid sentence when I looked up and saw who it was. I noticed that she was still holding on to me even though we weren’t falling.
“No problem, baby its alright,” she leaned in to my ear and whispered, “can’t wait to have your pink tongue in my slit babe, I’m going to have lots of fun with you.” Stacy said, still holding me close to her. Good thing no one was in the hallway at the time.
“I…I have to get to class,” I said trying to push away from her, kinda.
“Why? Why can’t we just have some fun now? You know, before I have to share you with the others.” She said, sliding her hand to my ass and squeezing it slightly. I was mush, it felt like I was in my own sexual haven.
“Damn! Don’t fall baby,” she laughed catching me from dropping down to my knees, “you’ll have plenty of time to be on your knees, trust me, I’ll make sure of it.”
“Please let me go,” I said in a soft wispier that was almost mute, “I really need to get to class, please stop.” I don’t think she cared about what I was saying, or even heard a word I said as she rubbed and grabbed my ass. I let out a small moan and cussed at myself for being such a horny girl.
“Doesn’t sound like you want me to stop, but I’ll stop anyways,” she let me go and I was a little disappointed that it ended even though that’s what I asked her to do. Good going dumb ass. “But we do need to talk, so come to the bathroom with me.” With that she turned and walked away, not waiting for my answer.
As we walked to the bathroom I didn’t look at her sexy little ass. That was swaying so nicely. Well, okay I’m lying, I was drooling and staring at her ass, like a horny teen boy.
I didn’t notice she had stopped and turned her head to look at me until I bumped into her…again, almost knocking myself onto my ass.
“You really like asses? Don’t you baby,” I nodded as I stared into her captivating neon blue/gray eyes as she stared into my hazel ones, licked my lips, and thought damn she’s so sexy. “Good. Then you might love what’s next.” She giggled as she pulled me into the bathroom, looked to see if anyone was in it. After finding no one she pushed me in a stall and followed me into it.
“Pull down your shorts and panties and then turn around.” I guess it was taking me to long because she yelled at me to hurry the fuck up, “I don’t have all fucking day! Damn.” I didn’t want her to get even more upset so I hurried up, and took my clothes off, and turned around naked from the waist down.
“Mmm, now that’s more like it,” Stacy said rubbing my ass, she moved away from me and I heard her looking for something in her purse. I heard a low squishing sound but thought nothing of it until something cold, hard, and slimy was pushing on my asshole. “This will hurt a lot less if you relax and let it happen. Do you know what a butt plug is?…. You do ok that’s good, at least you know what’s going in you’re ass.”
I tightened up and asked in a very small voice, “can you please go slow. I’ve never had anything in my ass.” You could hear my voice trembling as I spoke.
“Oh don’t worry baby, I wont go too hard… trust me.” I didn’t trust her, but I couldn’t really do nothing but stand there and let it happen. “Good girl I’ll remember how good you are later.” I just nodded and waited for her to push it into me and get it over with.
My anal cherry was popped, and it hurt like hell.
After being with Stacy for most of last period she let me go to class, which was hard because I was still walking funny from the butt plug. It was very uncomfortable. She gave me her phone number and took my number and told me she would text me Ashley’s address. My teacher even asked if I was ok when I walked into his class. I said I was fine and just hurt my leg a little. He looked at me for a bit but said nothing.
His class is very easy and fun so I completely forgot about my plans after school until I got a text from Stacy that said: B at 749 Brown street we all will be there B4 u so just cum in Lol that’s a pun. The door will b unlocked
I looked at my phone clock which read 2:15, 10 more minutes before the bell rung and I could be with the girls. Oh how I wished I could get this thing out of my ass, NOW! And I didn’t really get the pun, guess it went over my head.
RINGGG! RINGGG! RINGGG!
The last bell rung and I practical ran out of class and to my car, I couldn’t wait to get to Ashley and her friends. I was drooling and not from my mouth. I just needed to get there as fast as I could.
And the plug was hurting like hell.
It was a bit hard to keep from touching myself, but I had to unless I wanted to crash. As I got closer to the house, I got wetter as well. I finally pulled up to the house and it looked more like a mansion, it was so big, wish I lived there.
After getting out of my daze I walked up to the door and rung the bell. After remembering that I was to just walk in that’s what I did. It was very pretty inside, but I just needed to find Ashley and the others, I really needed to find them.
‘Are they in this room?’… ‘They have to be in this one.’… ‘Okay I think this one could be it.’ I looked and looked but could not find a single person, so I just thought, fuck it. Guess it wasn’t meant to be. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and almost had a heart attack.
“Damn calm down girl, I’m not going to kill you,” Alice smiled, “all we’re going to do is fuck that’s all.”
I had to smile at that, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where any of you were, so you kinda scared me when you came out.” I was eying her up and down the whole time I talked.
“No problem, but let’s go meet up with the other’s,” she grabbed my hand and started leading me to a room, “we thought you punked out or something.”
“No, I couldn’t. I was looking forward to this ever since you guys left me in the bathroom.” I think I sounded a little too desperate. But all she did was smile and nod.
It felt like we were walking for hours, but it was only about 1minute.
“Where are we going?” I thought I could ask questions until now.
SMACK “Don’t you ever talk to me like that bitch!” She had slapped me right across my face, and now was yelling in my face.
“I’m so sorry Alice I didn……..”
SMACK “Don’t fucking call me by my name slut. What do little, lesbian, slut slaves call their female owners!?” By this time the others have heard us, and were now surrounding us.
“Well,” Ashley started after the long pause, “what do they call their owners?”
“Umm,” everyone was looking at me. Waiting for my answer I so did not know, but I had to say something. “They… call… them… their mistress?” I closed my eyes, and clenched my teeth, I was preparing myself for another smack. What I got totally caught me off guard.
I was grabbed from behind, pushed against something hard, so I opened my eyes to see what was to happen next.
I was then pushed into a baby blue/black bedroom wall and pushed down onto the soft carpet. As I looked up into the eyes of the girls all I could see was: Hatred, Evil, Despite, and most of all Lust and Hunger. I saw it in all of their eyes but in some what different ways.
I just wish I knew what they were thinking… and if they would take this thing out of my ass. It would make things a lot easier, both of them.
***Inside Their Minds***
Stacy: “Oh the things I’m going to do to this girl.”
Heather: “I hope she’s into ass play… hahaha oh well if she isn’t.”
Alice: “I so want to fuck that tight little ass of hers. Fuck I’m so horny.”
Ashley: “Oh this little bitch don’t know what she got herself into. When she sees what I have for that little pussy, she’ll wish she never agreed to this.”
Me(Jennifer): “Why are they looking at me like that?”
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Someone said, sounded like it was Ashley but I wasn’t sure.
“I’m… I’m not doing anything,” I stuttered to whoever spoke to me.
“Exactly. Why aren’t you taking off you’re fucking clothes,” Ashley said clearing my doubts.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to Ash… I mean mistress, no one said I had to.”
Ashley started walking closer to me, she looked so sexy with that mean look on her face.
“Well, dumb bitch, now I’m saying take your clothes off now.” She had a look in her eyes that said ‘Don’t fuck with me bitch’ but I wanted to see if I could get some type of sexual punishment from her. I would really love that.
I didn’t move at all I just stared at her just like she was but I could see she was getting really upset.
“Didn’t I just say now you little whore!” She was walking closer to me and I was getting bold and even more horny.
“And your point is,” I had a smile on my face and Ashley and her friends faces dropped. Ashley’s didn’t stay down for long.
“What did you just say to me?” She was laughing when she asked me.
“I said and your poi… .”
Ashley was on top of me before I could say another word. She was grabbing, slapping, and yelling at me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are huh?!” She was really mad and I was loving it. “I will fuck you up slave bitch.” With that she started hitting me really hard and I was in some real pain. Like real pain.
“Please! Stop! I’m sorry, I’ll obey! Just stop hitting me please! I’ll do anything!” I was waving the white flag and hoped that she would stop.
She hit me once more then stopped and smiled down at me.
I could see the hate and power in her eyes and something else, I just don’t know what. Those beautiful hazel eyes. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I can keep going.” She raised her hand as if she was going to hit me again.
I flinched and tried to protect myself. “YES, I’m sure. Please just stop.” I was done playing that game.
“Take off your clothes….Now!” I jumped, but I managed to take them off rather fast. “Yeah, that is a good girl,” she was patting my head, like I was a dog…well isn’t that what I was? Someone’s property? Hell Yeah. “Are you going to do as your fucking told,” I nodded, “that’s what I thought now stand up.”
I basically jumped up. She was walking around me, touching me everywhere, and I was loving it all.
“Very nice…for a slut. But let’s take your underwear off so I can really get a good look at you.”
I started to do it fast but was stopped, “I think we all would like you to go slow,” Ashley said to me. “Am I right?” She asked the others. They all nodded.
So I did a slow strip tease, like they asked for, and really got hot from doing so. After I was done they all moved up to see my perky boobs, fit smooth tummy, nice round ass, plump juicy pussy and long sexy legs. They even had me spin around a few times. I felt like a piece of meat because of the way they were looking at me. But I was still loving it until Ashley told one of the others, “go get my strap-on….yes the 10inch one, Ima fuck the shit out this bitch.” My heart was in my throat. I had forgotten that I was a virgin. And I never told them I was one! This is not going to be good, not at all.
“Get that ass on the bed, and spread your legs. We want to see that pussy.” Heather said pushing me on the bed before I could think. “Spread your legs,” she was pushing at my knees but I would not, could not budge, I just knew this would make things worse.
“Wait, please, I don’t think I want to do this anymore I’m just going to leave.” They all just looked at me like I was crazy, so at that moment I got back up and stood in front of the bed. I was to busy getting my clothes to notice that Ashley wasn’t with the others, but when it felt like someone was behind me, and that I should move away it was to late. She grabbed me, and pulled me onto the bed with her. I was then rolled over and she was on top of me. I don’t know when she took off her clothes, but I was to scared to really admire her sexy body.
I didn’t like the look in her eyes. She was wedged in between my legs, and had my arms pinned with her hands.
And the fall made the plug go up my ass even more. Talk about pain.
“I think its a little to late for that baby. We all have been waiting to fuck you so, that’s what we’re going to do.” I could feel the soft rubber on my pussy as she pushed up on me. I had to do something, anything.
“I’M A VIRGIN!” It seemed like the whole world stopped as they looked at me. I could hear everyone breathing heavy. Or was it just me?
It was quite until Ashley chuckled, “you’re lying. You cannot be a virgin.”
“Then why don’t you check?” I knew she wouldn’t back down.
First she looked me in the eyes then down to my pussy. “Fine then,” she pushed her middle finger into my pussy (which made me moan because how good it felt) until she felt something blocking her way…my hymn. “What the fuck!” She said out loud. Her face was frozen and so was her finger, which was still in my pussy, “you really are a virgin?”
“You can feel my hymn right?” She nodded, unable to find the right words I guess. “Then that’s your answer.”
I thought that was the end of it and they would let me go home, but I still felt her pushing up on me and pinning me down. Then she finally spoke again.
“After to day you wont be a virgin no more, no where,” I didn’t like how she said ‘no where,’ and I didn’t really know if I heard her right.
“What do you mean by that?”
She smirked and said, “I mean that I’m going to pop your cherry, and your going to get fucked in the others two holes as well.” Then she looked down at the plug still stuck up my ass. “Well, I guess your only a virgin in two holes now, right?” I nodded my head. “And that’s about to change as well.”
I could hear my heart beating now, and I could feel myself getting wet even though I was scared as shit, my body was even going against me. Fuck!
Ashley moving made me get out of my state of shock. She wasn’t pinning my arms anymore but she was still between my legs, looking down at me with pure lust in her eyes. I wanted her but I didn’t want to feel any pain.
“Can you be gentle… please?” I whispered loud enough for only her to hear.
Ashley’s face softened when she heard me and looked into my eyes, and saw how much I really needed her to go easy on me. Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I will, I promise.” Then she placed a tiny kiss on my ear, then my cheek, my neck, my collarbone, but when she got to my lips she stopped.
“Please keep going?” I was confused, I really didn’t want her to stop (yeah I’m bipolar, so what).
As Jeff and Kelly sat down on the bench, still breathing heavily from their exciting nylon fuck, my stepsister looked over to me, and I noticed a brief expression of pity moving across her face.
“You know what, Jeff,” she said then, “I think Mark has suffered enough for this time… How about we release him and let him join in the fun for some time…?”
Jeff was rather surprised by this suggestion from Kelly. He probably thought that there should not be any reward at all for me that night whatsoever. But then again, he just had experienced two of his most wonderful orgasms in a row with these magnificent hot cheerleader girls, so what the heck, should he enter an argument with my stepsister about something of such little importance? To everyone’s surprise, he agreed and asked Trevor to assist him to untie my neck, hands, ankles, and dick and also removed the hose from my mouth. Once I was free again, I felt great, ignoring the still lingering pain from my body parts that were tied up for quite a while, ready to finally experience some of what I had just seen and had not really been able to enjoy due to my bondage.
Kelly had the idea to re-activate the sock game they had done earlier, and the sequence of socks I would draw from the bag would determine the sequence of girls I would be allowed to enjoy for a while. The mood was very upbeat with everyone still walking on clouds after their multiple orgasms, and I sensed that the cheerleader girls were eager for more meat that night and were definitely up for some more naughty play.
To the cheers and laughs of the crowd I drew one girl’s sock after another from the bag and had no problem identifying the cheerleader it belonged to, after having watched the scene earlier. I would start out with Jenny, then engage with Brenda, afterwards with Mae, the Thai girl, and finally with my stepsister. I thought it was quite serendipitous that she would be last, almost like the ultimate prize for me, and I was sure she was looking forward to being fucked by me; after all, why would she have suggested freeing me from my bondage?
As I was done with the “sock lottery”, my stepsister told me to “hold on” for a minute before the steamy action would begin. She whispered something into her friends’ ears and the four cheerleaders went on to get dressed again in their uniforms, apparently to increase the turn-on for the two other guys and for me, as well. Of course, I didn’t mind in the least seeing them fully dressed again in their hot short skirts, uniform tops, and now also wearing their sexy white socks and sports shoes again, in addition to their tan tights, some of them already having been severely soiled by the football players’ cum. I noticed that Brenda and Kelly had gotten quite aroused when putting on their cum-stained tights again, as they were still wet from the male ejaculates, in particular in their crotch areas where they had been fucked by Trevor and Jeff while still wearing their nylons.
Jenny approached me and asked me to lie down on a bench in the middle of the changing room, my head facing up. The other cheerleaders and the two football players meanwhile sat down on the benches next to the lockers, ready to watch what naughty scenes were going to unfold in front of their lecherous eyes. I also noticed that my stepsister and Mae started to engage in some lesbian play again, kissing, touching each other’s breasts and private parts and working each other up for yet another climax that night. Mae evidently drove Kelly crazy by massaging her heavily cum-soiled crotch area of her nylons against her enlarged pussy lips and clit, making her moan and breathe heavily out of sexual arousal. Brenda enjoyed some attention from Jeff and Trevor, getting aroused by them playing with her tits and wet crotch, where her own pussy juices blended with Trevor’s sperm. She also used her hands with large dark skinned fingers and red painted fingernails to massage the athletes’ boners, teasing them and driving them crazy of lust.
Jenny started by squatting over my boner and rubbing her tights-encased crotch area over my hard-on that already emanated slimy translucent pre-cum that she happily rubbed over her smooth silky tan tights. Her hands played with her breasts and her lusty eyes locked with mine, increasing the level of my arousal to a yet higher point. She then encouraged me to take off her top, then her bra and pay attention to her soft firm young breasts and hardened nipples, until she went into a heavier breathing, moaning louder and louder of lustful arousal, her pussy lips still rubbing all over my boner, with her tights increasing the sensation and pleasure for both of us.
Jenny then moved first one, then both feet up on the bench and started to tease me all over the place, sometimes purposefully use more pressure then necessary to make it painful in addition to arousing for me. She asked me to lick her dirty shoes all over, which I gladly complied with, licking them and soaking up every little dirty spot, while still playing with her breasts, while she kept riding my harder and throbbing cock like crazy. She asked me to take off her shoes, n continued the same treatment with her feet, now just wearing her slightly smelly white socks on top of her tan tights. I got so crazy of sexual excitement and arousal that I had a hard time not to come already, but I wanted to fuck her so bad that I did everything in my power to hold off with an orgasm until later. Having her feet with her smooth white socks dancing across my face, over my eyes, cheeks, and mouth, was as magnificent as being in heaven and I sniffed them and soaked in every scent I could, licking them and sucking on them, and noticing her added arousal from this treatment. Finally I would take off her socks, too, and I was able to enjoy the ultimate prize of experiencing her tights-encased pretty feet for an extended period of time, with more licking and sucking of her soles, heels and toes, bringing me again almost over the edge. I was so hot at this point that I forgot myself and where I was, raising my upper body, making her get off my boner and turn her around with her ass facing me, raising up her cheerleader skirt and moving my stiff cock towards her wet pussy for a fuck.
“No way!” My stepsister exclaimed at this moment, annoying the shit out of me. “You are NOT going to have Jenny! You’re not going to fuck anyone of us tonight, you hear me?” And she had a dark and humiliating expression on her face. Apparently, her plan was not to allow me have all the fun I wanted, but rather frustrate my ultimate desires even more…? Whatever it was, I could tell from the menacing looks by Jeff and Trevor that they would not hesitate to enforce Kelly’s wishes at this point and that I had no choice but to abandon my plan to fuck Jenny…
Brenda was next, having been worked up all the way by Trevor and Jeff in the meantime and ready to engage with another guy. She ordered me on the floor and started to walk all over me with her hot white sports shoes, sometimes purposefully stepping on my hard boner to hurt me or on other sensitive spots on my body. I just loved the way her dark skin contrasted with the white socks and shoes, and her body walk was, as much pain as it caused me at times, definitely one of the highlights of this evening.
Brenda next lay down on a bench, spreading her legs wide and resting her feet on the sides of the bench. She fingered her crotch with both of her hands and her dark eyes had a very lecherous and lusty expression on them, enticing me to attempt to rape her right there and then, but I knew Kelly would no way allow for this to happen. Brenda asked me to help her “down there” and used her fingers to sensuously massage her nylon-encased crotch using Trevor’s cum from earlier as a convenient lubricant. I did not hesitate and lowered my head right on top of her crotch and tongued her enlarged very dark outer and inner pussy lips that were very wet from the blend of her pussy juices and Trevor’s sperm. I loved the sensation of her big black bush behind her tights and the slightly musky and pungent aroma of the mix of her own and Trevor’s juices and licked and sucked on Brenda’s private parts like crazy, while she used her hands to play with her small breasts and nipples, through her cheerleader top and her bra. From her breaths getting shorter and her body tensing up I could tell that orgasm wouldn’t be far away, and given that fucking her obviously did not seem to be an option that night, I did my best to bring her over the edge by moving all my tongue’s attention to her hardened clit, licking, rubbing and flicking it in rhythmic and circular motions. When Brenda came, it was quite the fireworks of sorts, with her whole body spasming and shuddering, her crying out loud several times, and her pussy squirting out juices all over my face, me licking and sucking them in, not missing a single drop. The crowd cheered us on and even applauded when Brenda climaxed, not sure if it was for me or for her or for both of us…
Brenda was so excited and high after her orgasm that she decided not to stop there yet and started to give my boner a wonderfully sensuous massage with her dark skinned feet, covered by her smooth tan tights. She was extremely skillful in this, in that she knew how to work me up to a high level of arousal, then taking off some of the stimulation and use her red toenails to inflict some pain on my sensitive organs. My cock would soon reach its maximum size, started to throb and ooze large amounts of pre-cum, which Brenda used to lubricate my boner all over the place. She made a wedge using her big and second toes of her right foot, grabbing my cock and massaging it up and down several times, looking me deep into my eyes. Then she used both of her feet to squeeze my steel rod and keep the massage going, also not ignoring my firm balls that were ready to shoot at any moment. Brenda was the perfect teaser in that whenever I was almost on the verge of coming and exploding all over her, she briefly withdrew, just enough to frustrate me, letting me hang in limbo, providing a kind of torturing play of stimulation and withdrawal that made me crazy of lust and desperation at the same time.
Finally, as she squeezed my cock with her nyloned soles even harder and used her toes with red painted toenails to exert a rubbing motion on its tip, I could not hold back any longer and exploded into my probably already fourth orgasm that night, shooting my cum jisms all over Brenda’s pretty nylon-clad feet and calves, then helping her to massage the hot ejaculate all the way into her smooth tan cheerleader nylons. Watching me cum all over her hot tan tights and feeling the sensation of my hot white cum on her skin brought her over the edge yet another time…
The third cheerleader I would have the pleasure enjoying that night was Mae, with about 5 feet the shortest of them, and I could barely hold back my excitement of being able to meet her intimately for the first time; the other three I had met previously after all, but not her yet. From seeing her nude body previously, my anticipation was at a very high level, in fact, almost to a point where I got a bit nervous about what would happen and if I would be able to satisfy her needs.
Mae had thought of something different in that she lay down on a bench in the middle of the room face up and asked me to gently massage her all over the place. “Take good care of your sweet little Thai girl!” She said to me, more teasingly than anything else. Of course this was the best opportunity I could have hoped for in terms of exploring her body in every and all ways, taking as much time as I thought I’d need. I started with her head, gently moving my finger cusps over her pretty mouth, making her smile briefly, her cheeks, and forehead, then playing with her stunning fine long black hair for a while. Then I would move my attention to her shoulders, down to her breasts, where I stayed for a long time, witnessing how her small tits grew firmer and larger inside of her bra and her dark nipples got erect. I gently squeezed her nipples, with her indicating her pleasure by soft sighs; only when I pinched them a bit too hard she moved my hands away from them, indicating that she felt too much pain.
My hands moved down over her belly towards her most private areas, and I lifted her cheerleader skirt up all the way to get better access to her sex. I enjoyed the sensation of massaging her hot young Asian pussy that was completely shaved, her pussy lips already being enlarged and showing a dark rim at their periphery. Mae was probably the most sensitive of all down there because she quivered and squirmed with my every touch of her pussy lips and clit, and her breathing got increasingly shorter, and her moans that were subdued and almost inaudible initially became louder and pronounced over time as her sexual pleasure and excitement was building up. I moved my face down there and continued by licking Mae’s hot pussy lips and lust Perl with my skilled tongue, soaking in all the flavors of this hot young Thai cheerleader girl, my cock having reached its maximum erection, its tip completely wet with glistening pre-cum, and my orgasm only being away by a gentle touch, which, of course, I had to avoid in order not to cut the experience short. The longer I licked Mae in her cute Asian sex, the hotter she got and the more sweet pussy juices soaked her crotch and smooth tan tights. She meanwhile had started massaging her breasts and nipples, as well, and I figured that she would be coming over the edge now any time. But to my surprise, she got up, facing me, and indicating that she wanted to do “something nice” for me.
Before I could consider the offer and say anything, she had moved her head down to my throbbing boner and started to lick and kiss it all over the place with her little soft juicy Asian lips. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, still in kind of a surprise about these developments of suddenly her taking all the initiative. She also used her hands and fingers to pleasure my manhood, and soon went all the way giving me head, sucking my cock down her throat until it hit the end of her mouth, increasing the sucking and exerting more and more pressure on it with her skillful lips and tongue. Again, I was in heaven, hardly being able to imagine anything better than that. I grabbed her head, squeezing it even tighter into my crotch and her mouth firmer on my steel rod, moving my hands through her long black hair. Mae further increased the intensity of her cock-sucking, cheered on by the crowd watching us, and used her cute little hands to massage my firm balls, as well. Eventually I wasn’t able to hold back any longer, and I pushed into her mouth several times, until I exploded into one of the greatest orgasms I ever had, shooting my cum loads first deep inside of her throat, forcing her to swallow all of it, then pulling my cock out of her mouth and shooting more loads all over her face, beautiful black hair, uniform, and finally onto her nylon-encased crotch. As she experienced the sensation of my hot white cum first hitting her face, and then multiple shots of ejaculate hitting her sensitive pussy lips and erect clit, she went over the moon and climaxed as well, with rhythmic shaking of her pelvic area and copious amounts of orgasmic juices coming out of her lust hole, mixing with my sticky warm cum that had penetrated her silky smooth tan tights.
I thought it would take me a while to recover from this wild and crazy experience, but my stepsister had obviously been aroused and excited by my three cheerleader encounters so much that she was not willing to wait for even a minute and threw me onto the bench almost with force, with my face down. She seemed to be inspired by Brenda who had walked over me earlier when I was lying on the floor face up, since Kelly also started out by walking over me, except that I was now on the bench, which made it a bit harder and trickier for her, and I was face down so I could not see anything that was happening which actually increased my sensation of sexual arousal since all the moves my stepsister made came to a surprise to me. I was quite amazed at how long she was able to walk over me without falling off the bench and I figured she liked that, too, probably, and rightly so, seeing it both as a punishment and as a reward. I experienced the hottest feelings when she trampled on my butt cheeks with her sports shoes and when she briefly rested there, squeezing my butt and playing with my butt muscles using her shoes. But she was not done with that, took off her shoes, and kept walking over me now wearing her hot white smooth sports socks. It was really exciting to feel her even more closely and intimately, experiencing the sensation of her heels, soles and toes, mediated by her socks and tights, all over my back, butt and legs. The other cheerleaders and the football players, certainly still engaged in lesbian and other naughty play, applauded and cheered Kelly on, as she did some tricky stunts on top of me, until she finally also took off her socks, and did a third body walk, now wearing just her tights. It felt absolutely magnificent and if it were me, she could have continued that dance forever, my hard cock already being aroused and excited to the max, and my fantasies going wild and crazy, involving her feet, her tights, her pussy and, yes, fucking her all the way in all ways as hard as I could.
When Kelly finally stepped off my back, I raised my head and noticed the other three cheerleaders and the two football players engaged in wild and steamy sex; Brenda and Mae were performing a mutual cunnilingus on a bench, eating each other’s wet pussies, their tongues licking, sucking and flicking across each other’s inner and outer pussy lips and their hard clits, while Jenny was sandwiched between Jeff and Trevor, Jeff fucking her pussy and Trevor banging her ass, while she was still wearing her cheerleader uniform and tan tights. First, the two cheerleader girls doing their lesbian play climaxed, crying out loud of lust and excitement, then Jeff and Trevor came almost simultaneously as they double-fucked Jenny’s ass and pussy, and finally Jenny got over the edge with both of the football guys exploding inside of her and filling her up with their hot cum, giving her an enormously arousing sensation in her lust hole and ass.
Kelly then sat down on the bench next to me, asking me to worship her feet and legs. She knew how much I would love this and I made sure that I exerted the utmost dedication to this “assignment” of hers, starting with a long, sensuous foot massage of my stepsister’s nylon-clad feet, massaging her cute heels, soles, and toes, then also raising them up to my face, rubbing them all over and across, inhaling their sweet sweaty girly scents, kissing and licking them all over, and then continuing my work up her calves, knees and thighs.
Finally, I reached her crotch area that featured a large wet spot from all of her pussy juices that had emanated from her lust hole earlier, mixed with Jeff’s cum, and I wasted no time using first my fingers and then my tongue to provide her as much pleasure by coming down on her as I could. I loved the combination of flavors from her own cunt juices and Trevor’s ejaculate merging together to a musky aroma and could not get enough of it. My stepsister’s sweet pussy lips were very much enlarged and more streams of hot sweet juices flowed out as I kept licking and kissing her with ever more intensity. Meanwhile, my stepsister took off her top and her bra, exposing her beautiful firm round breasts with dark erect nipples to all of us and working on pleasuring them with her fingers and hands.
Then, to my surprise, she suddenly bent down and whispered into my ear “I want you to fuck me”, making sure that no one else could here it in the room. What was that? I thought her plan had been to frustrate me all along and not allow my cock to fuck any of the cheerleader girls that night. Had she planned to be the only “lucky one” all along or was she just overcome with her sexual excitement and arousal that she herself had to go all the way and not leave out this last step? In any event, I was of course overwhelmed with happiness that I would be able to fuck my stepsister again and after a little more of pleasuring her pussy lips and erect lust Perl, I raised myself up, then kneeled in front of her, and to everyone’s surprise and amazement, slowly inserted my throbbing hard cock into my stepsister’s pussy, fully enjoying the sensation of the smooth silky soft fabric of her tights between my cock and her pussy wall. With Kelly’s pussy being completely lubricated with that mix of her own hot pussy juices and Jeff’s cum from earlier, my steel rod had no problem sliding in easily all the way. I relished the thought that this was already the second time my stepsister got fucked that night, now by a different cock, my own one….
Here is part four in this series and though it does NOT rush along to the sex very quickly, I hope you’ll find it satisfying.
I woke up a bit late, which is kind of early for me and rushed out the door. You would have thought the first day back to school would have been a bigger deal for a senior like me, but I’d been distracted. Mrs. Dixon kept popping into my head – her ass in the yoga pants, her giant rack and most of all her mouth wrapped around my cock. Obviously, the kind of thing ANY 18 year old guy wouldn’t mind getting distracted by, but it did make me late for school.
Scrambling to find the crumpled class list in the bottom of my backpack I almost missed the door for my homeroom. In past years I had paid attention ahead of time to who was in my classes and which of my friends I would be trying to sit by, but I guess senioritis was setting in and I was flying blind. I spun around and ducked into my homeroom class just before the bell rang.
The desks were all full and Mr. Worthington told the handful of us without seats to stand along the tables at the back of the class. I scanned the desks to see who I recognized as I edged back to find a spot to lean. I saw Mike and Matt, but before I could catch their attention I noticed Laurel peering at me. Laurel is Alex’s best friend, and also the one I suspected of being at the construction site the night before. Alex and I had ‘hooked up’ in the back seat of her family’s SUV and it seemed that Alex had been texting Laurel about what was going on, and possibly even taking a photo of my cock, just after I had shot my load.
Anyway, here in homeroom, Laurel leaned over to whisper to a couple of other girls all clustered together. One of them was a cheerleader like Laurel and they were all the ‘cool girls’ – far hotter than a guy like me could normally expect to interact with. The end of summer ‘activity’ with Alex Dixon and her mom had charged up my libido and started me thinking that maybe I could ‘fit in’ better than expected my senior year.
Just then, Laurel crossed her legs and I got a glimpse of her long legs and the short skirt she was wearing. The denim skirt was frayed around the edges and the view instantly sent a little extra blood pumping into my cock. The cheerleaders were not in uniform the first day of school, but it was clear that Laurel wanted to show off as much of her tanned legs as possible. Laurel caught me staring and she smiled a little bit as she leaned over to whisper something to one of her friends.
Mr. Worthington started calling roll and explaining how some of us would actually be doing homeroom down the hall with another teacher after things got straightened out. We had to fill out some paperwork and for a few minutes my cock deflated in my shorts as I wasn’t thinking about Laurel’s legs (or Alex’s tits or her mother’s lips wrapped around my cock). As I handed off my completed paperwork I looked over and saw …
Laurel showing something on the screen of her phone to the other girls. All their eyes were locked on the phone – then they all swiveled their heads to look over at me. My heart sank. That was when I knew, I KNEW, that Alex had taken that photo of my dick and she had sent it to Laurel. One of the girl’s grabbed the phone to get a closer look, but I turned my face away in shame. Obviously, in the time since then, I have come to realize how silly it is for me to be freaked out by hot girls essentially fighting over who got a closer look at my junk, but in that moment I felt like I would get shamed by all and be the talk of the school. Well, I was right about that last part. I WOULD be the talk of the school, but I had no idea how much fun that could be.
Later, at ‘Snack’ break between second and third periods, I was wandering down the hall when I saw two senior girls leaning against their lockers and staring at me. They were in the social circle of Laurel and Alex – so I could only guess that they had seen the photo as well. I was about to walk over and ask them what they were laughing at (they weren’t actually laughing) but before I could reach them, they giggled and scampered off. I quickly decided that running down the hallway after two girls to ask if they had seen the picture of my cock was a bad idea.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I spun around – almost ready to be mad. But it was Laurel. And she was pressed up close to me. Very close. The hallways was crowded, but she didn’t have to be THAT close. I could feel her body, and especially the bare skin of her leg against mine. I was glad she was that close, at least until I contemplated what she was doing to my cock, and how I’d have to hide the erection to make it to third period.
“Hey,” Laurel said.
“Have you seen Alex this morning?”
“No. No, I haven’t,” I stuttered as Laurel shifted her stance just a bit so the curve of her hip pressed harder against my already over-stressed groin. Laurel smiled at my nervous reaction as her hand slipped lower, brushing against my shorts and the now throbbing boner inside.
“She said you guys met up last night.”
“She said that?!” I started to turn away, my voice cracking with anxiety. Then I realized that Laurel, and her purse pressed close to my body, were the only things keeping my now three-quarters hard cock from shoving my shorts out so much I’d be blocking traffic to the Humanities building.
“Yeah, and I’m pretty impressed.”
With that I knew she was talking about the photo and my embarrassment peaked. Laurel leaned even closer to whisper right in my ear – her firm breast brushing against my arm and doing nothing to lessen my now full-bore erection.
“See you later,” Laurel breathed before stepping back and turning to head off to her next class. The hem of her skirt rode up those toned, summer-tanned thighs and I swung my backpack over to hide the achingly hard shaft in my pants.
My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, letting me know I had a text message. I reached in for it, but my hard-on made everything twisted up. I sat on a bench and laid my backpack across my lap. A couple of other girls walked past and my eyes flashed to theirs – wondering if they were looking at me and if they had seen the photo Alex had taken.
I finally pulled out my cell and saw it was a text from Matt. There was an attachment. And there it was: the photo. Matt had added a ‘Dude, is this you?!?’ message – but all I could see was the image. It was Alex’s left hand wrapped part of the way around my glistening, wet shaft. It was the upholstery in her mom’s SUV and it was undeniably my cock, still damp from blasting a load into Alex’s mouth. I hurriedly stuffed the phone back into my pocket and looked around to see if I could find Alex.
I moved quickly down the halls – still unsure where Alex’s (or even my) next class was located. I had to see her and get her to stop this. Of course, the image had already leaked and there was no going back, but I was desperate to find some solution. What if teachers saw it? My parents?
I spotted Alex down the walkway and I rushed towards her, but Mrs. Roberts crossed my path and I had to slow down to avoid her. My eyes were on Alex and I knew she was looking back at me. My backpack slipped off my shoulder and grazed Mrs. Roberts and made her pull up short.
“Watch where you’re going with that thing,” Mrs. Roberts said. Her eyes flashed and knew that I couldn’t blow her off. She had been one of my favorite teachers when I was a sophomore, and now she was a guidance counselor at the school. Mrs. Roberts was dressed in a fitted skirt and professional blouse – but she’d always been my favorite older woman, at least until Mrs. Dixon had started giving me blowjobs.
“Let me see that schedule,” she said – and pointed me off in the other direction to my next class. I could feel Mrs. Roberts’ eyes on me as I left – but I was too wound up to understand what was going on.
The rest of my day was spent trying to figure out a way to contact or find Alex or Laurel. Even at lunch they were nowhere to be seen. By my P.E. class in sixth period I was edgy. In the locker-room, a couple of guys were off to the side watching me change. They weren’t gay – I think they just wanted to see if it was true, if the picture was me. I purposefully turned to face them in my underwear, and since I wasn’t hard – there was nothing for them to see.
As the guy’s gym class headed out to do some running on the track, Laurel appeared. She was dressed in her cheerleading skirt with a tank top. This was the ‘practice uniform’ the cheerleaders wore – and Laurel look incredible. Her chest wasn’t as full as Alex’s (or Alex’s mother’s) but her thin, dancer’s frame made the breasts she had look incredible. Her long limbs were honey brown from a summer of ‘the things hot girls do’ and I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her.
“Have you seen Alex since lunch?” I asked.
“She was just asking about you. Can you come talk in the Pad Room?”
The ‘Pad Room’ is a storage space where wrestling mats, gymnastic cushions and the high jump pit were stored out of the weather. It was hidden under the concrete steps of the football stadium, and I had heard about the stuff that some kids did in there. My cock twitched – getting partially hard for the 372nd time that day.
“I have to go run with my class,” I replied half-heartedly. I already knew I was powerless to resist going under the bleachers. It was my cock, but it seemed like it belonged to these women.
“I got your coach to let you help us move out the pads so we can work on some new tumbling. You want us to be safe, dontcha?”
I followed Laurel, still thinking that she was leading me to Alex so I could (magically?) end the school’s fascination with texted images of my dick. I was trying to get myself psyched up to confront Alex – but my eyes were drawn, as the eyes of all males must be, to the beautifully sculpted ass and legs of Laurel as they swayed from side to side in front of me.
She led me into the Pad Room, but Laurel was going deeper. She looked back as she moved behind the pole vault padding that reached almost to the ceiling – making sure I was still following. I was.
Laurel stopped. We were as deep in the Pad Room under the bleachers as I had ever been. There was nowhere else to go. I looked around. There was no Alex. We were alone. Laurel faced me and stepped closed – the tips of her Nikes resting on my own.
“I saw the picture,” Laurel said.
There was no one around and here I was with this hot 18-year old looking up into my eyes. My dick throbbed a bit – shoved sideways by the underwear I wore for gym class. All I could do was nod.
“Alex isn’t coming. But you know that, don’t you?”
More nodding and more of my prick expanding. Laurel stepped closer, her breasts touching my chest as my heart hammered like I WAS out on the track running 440 intervals.
Her fingertips brushed the waistband of my gym shorts. My cock surged again. She looked down, the crown of her head against my chest as she tugged the fabric away from my body. My dick was twisted up in my underwear for a moment, but I gasped as she pulled my shaft free and scooped my balls out to hang in the open – throbbing along with my meaty shaft.
I looked around – half nervous that Alex would arrive and she would be jealous. At this point I was still thinking that maybe Alex was my ‘girlfriend’ and that seeing me with Laurel would piss her off. I was foolish. And much luckier than that.
All concerns left my mind as Laurel wrapped both hands around my cock – pumping the loose skin up and down over the steel hard core of my prick. Laurel mumbled and kept moving her hands as I leaned back against a stack of mats and pads.
Laurel kneeled down, her skirt fanned out around her legs as she placed her mouth over just the tip of my cock. She sucked on just that much – like she was giving the head a hickey. I gasped in pleasure as she started to work her mouth down over more of the flaring head of my prick.
Laurel moaned and I moaned back. Her fingers dug under my balls, tugging and fluttering at times. My hips pushed forward as I tried to drive more of the cock down her throat. It really wouldn’t fit, but it was like my nervous system was taking over, seeking more pleasure. Laurel worker her hand on my shaft and I growled again before …
I looked up and Alex was standing right there. She was a few steps off to the side, watching Laurel’s mouth and hands work on my wet, hard prick. I was too shocked to even say anything for a moment.
“I told you that fucking thing was huge,” said Alex.
I tried to back up, but my cock was lodged in Laurel’s hungry, sucking mouth. I looked around for an escape, sure that one of these gorgeous women would be angry or jealous. Neither one of them was.
Laurel’s breath was raw and ragged as she pulled her mouth off the drooling tip of my prick. She exhaled and stood up, her fingers never leaving my soaked shaft.
“I can’t get much of him into my mouth,” gasped Laurel. She invited Alex closer and they both stared down at my bobbing prick.
Alex wordlessly grabbed Laurel by the shoulders and turned her around, so her skirt covered ass was right in front of my cock. Alex grabbed my shaft and looked me in the eye.
“This thing is not going inside her. Do you follow.”
I nodded as Laurel looked over her shoulder, backing up until my cock pressed against the back of her ass – pushing up under the skirt. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my dick slid along her panties and up the crack of her ass. I was still a virgin (assuming that ‘virgin’ is defined as never having been inside a pussy) and this moment was so intense my legs got a bit weak.
Without conscious thought I started to pump my hips, like I was fucking her from behind, but my cock slid between the cheeks of her firm, gymnast’s ass and each time pressed up under the skirt and lifted the pleated fabric. Laurel was moaning with each thrust and Alex stood back, observing for a moment.
Then Alex stepped forwards and unzipped Laurel’s skirt, pulling her away from me long enough to strip her down to just her boy-short style panties. Alex was now controlling the action, pressing Laurel back against me so my hard prick slapped against her ass crack.
Alex kissed me on the mouth and it was then that it really hit me. Here I was with two of the hottest girls in school and one of them was kissing me while she guided my cock towards her friend’s ass. A smile crept across my face.
“Fun, isn’t it?” Alex asked as she kissed me again.
I nodded and Alex reached out to slowly peel Laurel’s panties down. She never removed the panties all the way, they just edged down enough so that my bare cock was against the bare skin of Laurel’s flawless ass.
“You don’t want to spoil the fun by trying to put your dick inside her, do you?”
“No,” I said, “I am enjoying this.”
Just then, Laurel arched her back more so that more of her ass was tilted to line up with the underside of my throbbing ass. I thrust forward, dragging every inch of skin I could against Laurel’s body. Laurel moaned and pushed back as Alex stepped back to watch.
My hands reached out to grab Laurel’s hips as I thrust against her ass. My dick was outside her body, but this felt to me almost like fucking. I had never been inside a pussy, so how was I to know how much better it could be. That said, it was pretty damn exciting to slide my prick along the crack of the cheerleader’s ass with her panties pulled down juuust enough to give us that delicious skin-to-skin contact.
Laurel kept tilting her hips so that her pussy was almost pointed up. My balls slapped against her panty covered lips with every thrust. Laurel and I were both gasping for air as the Pad Room was filled with the scene of her wet pussy (and maybe Alex’s as well).
I was a lot bigger than Laurel, so her body was being tossed around with each forward movement of my hips. Alex stepped closer and looked down at my cock – it was laid out along Laurel’s back and I have to admit it did look pretty big against her petite frame.
“Getting a bit dry?” Alex asked – her face now only a few feet from my cock and her best friend’s upturned ass.
“Yeah!” Laurel grunted – the first words she had said in a while.
Without hesitating for an instant, Alex leaned down and sucked the tip of my prick as it arched up away from Laurel’s butt. Alex’s mouth felt incredible and she drooled and nearly spat all over my trembling dick. The moisture pooled under the shaft and made everything slippery.
I knew I wouldn’t last long now, and I started to thrust again. Laurel pushed back against me and Alex stepped back to soak it all in. My prick thrust forward faster and harder as I was practically tossing Laurel forward and then propelling her backwards onto my dick. My cock was still a few inches too high for going into her pussy, but that had been declared off limits and at this point I was so caught up in how good this was feeling, I hardly cared.
I started to grunt with each hammering thrust forward and Laurel was like a rag doll in my hands. My fingers dug into her lean but still soft hips as I raced towards my climax. My rock hard prick slid through the saliva-wet channel of Laurel’s ass crack again and again until it happen.
I tossed my head back and my eyes slammed shut. My throat vibrated with a howl I tried to hold back as I arched my own back. I was lifting Laurel off the ground now with each pump and I looked down at her back as …
A heavy line of thick white cum rocketed out of my cock and splashed up her spine. The jizz reached the back of her tank top, but most of the white, milky cum washed over her warm, suntanned skin.
Alex gasped as she leaned in closer. I pump again and again. My brain went fuzzy for a few moment and the skin of my body, everywhere except my throbbing, hyper-sensitive cock got clammy. My dick pumped out a few more jets of cum, then the airborne shots diminished to a slow, seeping drool across Laurel’s bare back.
I gulped in air as I rubbed my sloppy, wet cock a few more times against the slimy crack of Laurel’s ass. I looked over and saw Alex had her cell phone out and I knew what she was up to.
“No way are you taking another fucking picture!” I snapped.
“Why?” replied Alex, “Because the last one worked out soo poorly for you?”
The camera phone clicked on my thick, still mostly hard dick floating in a sea of jizz and spit in Laurel’s arched lower back. The photo was a close-up – just the cock, the cum and Laurel’s back and part of her ass. No one would know who it was, but I suspected everyone would have a guess or two.
Laurel now stepped away from me – tugging her panties up crookedly. Her legs were still a bit unstable as she reached for her discarded cheer skirt.
I nodded, agreeing that Alex had a point. The photo of my dick that she had taken the night before had already got every girl in school talking (or at least thinking) about what I had between my legs. Then there was this little encounter where two girls had teamed up to have me dry (wet-dry?) hump the tightest ass in school.
“Laurel, don’t put your skirt on over that mess!” cried Alex as she saw Laurel trying to pull her skirt up.
Alex grabbed my gym t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I didn’t even try to resist as Alex wiped the coating of jizz and spit off her best friend’s back. Laurel zipped up her skirt and turned to give me a kiss on the lips.
“I knew I’d enjoy the bumper boats,” giggled Laurel, referring to the start of this whole sexual adventure when Alex’s super-hot mother had, umm, ‘accosted’ me at my job running the bumper boats at our town’s amusement center.
“Now help us get these pads into the dance room, like you’re supposed to” Alex laughed. She tossed the damp shirt at me and managed to catch it before my face got soaked in my own jizz. Once again, I was left shirtless as my clothes got used as a cum-rag.