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Summary: Straight white, black stud, cheerleader, nerd & submission



Note 1: Although a rather unorthodox love story…this is a Valentine’s Day 2014 Contest Entry because I wanted to try something different and because I believe love can occur in so many ways.



Note 2: Choosing a category for this story was a struggle as the more I wrote the more the story took on a mind of its own. It was suppose to be a typical interracial gay story where a straight white protagonist submits to black cock, yet as the story evolved, the plot thickened and the themes took a mind of their own.



In the end, this is a love story…although the most bizarre love story of all time. The story includes gay interracial sex, public humiliation, lesbian sex, threesomes, pegging, and romance.



I hope you enjoy but please note that this is one of my more unorthodox stories even though it has all my usual kinks.



Themes: I originally was going to put this in gay, and then considered a variety of options:



-interracial because of interracial sex



-fetish because of the wide range of kink in this story



-transsexual and cross dressing because there is cross dressing



-romance because at the heart of the story when it is all said and done it is about love



-group sex because on more than one occasion there are three or more people involved



-novella because of its length



-but in the end I choose anal, as the story has quite a few anal scenes between just men, and men and women with anal sex as the underlying bond that ties the characters together.



Note 3: Thanks to mab7991, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this crazy tale.



The Craziest Love Story Ever



1. RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME; WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME



The saying the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time is all about perception.



Right or wrong, being where I was, when I was, forever changed my life.



I was a senior, I had turned eighteen in January and it was the third day of varsity basketball tryouts. After an intense practice, I showered and headed home. It was an hour later that I realized, in my state of exhaustion; that I had left my iPad in my gym locker. I was going to just leave it there overnight, but it had my notes for my biology project that I needed to work on tonight.



I hopped in the car and drove back to school hoping there was still a door unlocked. I wasn’t surprised to see coach’s car in the parking lot as he lived and breathed basketball. I was surprised to see Derrick’s car still there though.



Derrick was a senior transfer student who had just moved here a couple weeks ago, just in time to play basketball. He was six foot two, naturally gifted and black as night. He was confident, arrogant and yet there was no doubt he could back his cockiness on the court. Although there was something off about him, he definitely was a strong addition to our already very good team.



The gym door was still unlocked thankfully and I headed to the locker room, figuring I would stop by coach’s office and chat with him briefly if he was available. As I got close to his door, I heard Derrick’s voice and stopped dead in my tracks.



“That’s it coach, you’re a natural cocksucker.”



I couldn’t believe what I just heard. It just didn’t seem possible. Coach was married to my guidance councillor, a women all us guys jerked off to. I didn’t move, just kept listening to the surreal sounds of someone, supposedly coach, slobbering on a cock.



A minute later, Derrick asked, “Do you like sucking my big black cock, cocksucker?”



Coach stammered a moment later, “I-I-I’m not g-g-gay.”



“I know that, you have one fox of a wife. Do you think she would like my black cock too?” Derrick asked.



“Please, don’t bring my wife into this?” Coach pleaded.



“I’m just saying if a so-called straight man like yourself can’t resist this delicious black meat, how could a hot slut like your wife ever resist it?” Derrick gloated.



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing or the reality that my cock was rock hard and dying to be let loose.



“Please, Derrick?” Coach pleaded the tone of his voice weak and desperate.



I couldn’t resist, I had to see it with my own eyes. I quietly moved to the door which was opened just a couple of inches, curious to see the unbelievable.



“Please what, cocksucker?” Derrick asked.



“W-w-we can’t keep doing this,” Coach replied.



Looking into the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes, even after everything I had heard. Coach was on his knees in front of his desk, completely dressed, while Derrick was standing in front of him, his huge cock pointing directly in coach’s face.



“You were the one begging to suck my cock yesterday,” Derrick said, before adding, “and again today.”



“I didn’t beg,” coach protested.



“Really?” Derrick asked his tone amused. “Tell you what coach. If you don’t want my cock in that pretty cocksucking mouth of yours, let me know; I have tons of others who are eager to swallow my load. But if I walk out this door, my cock is off limits to you forever.”



There was a long silence as coach seemed to be considering his options. Finally, coach asked, “Can we please keep this between just you and me? I could lose my job.”



“You sure weren’t thinking about that when you dropped to your knees and gobbled up my cock in the shower yesterday,” Derrick pointed out amused.



“I-I-I don’t know what happened to me, I just couldn’t resist it,” coach replied, obviously unsure himself why he did what he had done.



“It’s obvious coach. You’re a straight faggot,” Derrick said, the strangest oxymoron I had ever heard. He continued by explaining, as he shoved his long thick cock back into coach’s mouth, “You see, lots of white guys think they are straight but once they see a big juicy black cock something awakens in their brain and everything they thought they knew about themselves is changed in an instant. It was obvious in your eyes the moment you looked down and saw my cock.”



Coach was bobbing back and forth hungrily, apparently agreeing with the absurd assessment.



My hand, with a mind of its own, began rubbing my cock through my grey sweatpants.



Derrick ordered, pulling his big black cock shiny with coach’s’ saliva cock out, “Tell me what you are coach.”



“Please, don’t make me say it,” the coach pleaded still trying to avoid even more humiliation than he was already enduring.



“Cocksucker,” Derrick snapped, his tone suddenly firm, “Say it, now.”



“I’m a-a-a cocksucker,” Coach blurted out.



“To all cocks, or just black cocks?” Derrick questioned stroking his hard on.



“Just big juicy black cock,” Coach responded, his eyes never leaving the black python in front of his face.



“Beg for my cock, cocksucker,” Derrick ordered.



Coach didn’t hesitate this time, didn’t plead for help, instead answered, “Oh God Derrick, I need your big black cock in my mouth. Please let me suck you until you shoot your hot cum in my-my-my cock sucking mouth.”



Derrick shoved his cock back in coach’s mouth and began fucking it roughly. “You understand I plan to fuck that pretty mouth of yours anytime I have a load to shoot.”



Coach moaned loudly on Derrick’s cock, his free hand rubbing his own cock through his shorts.



The gay scene was turning me on unlike anything ever had before as I rubbed myself frantically unable to take my eyes off of coach getting his face fucked.



“And don’t think I only want that mouth of yours, a good cocksucker usually also has a super tight man cunt that is dying to be filled,” Derrick revealed.



I let out a gasp at both Derrick’s new declaration and the fact I had just began coming in my pants.



Derrick looked directly at the office door and seeing me asked, “Eric, are you enjoying the show?”



I stammered, “S-s-sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude”, as Derrick held coach’s head and continued fucking his mouth as if it was a natural thing to be caught doing.



“Get in here and close the door,” Derrick ordered.



“I-I-I need to go,” I stuttered, desperate to get out of this awkward predicament.



“Get in here now,” Derrick said, firmly. “I am almost done with coach here anyways.”



I obeyed, going in and closing the door.



“Here it comes coach,” Derrick announced a minute later, his cock gliding in and out of coach’s mouth like a well-oiled piston. He pulled out, wanting, it seemed, to put on a show for me and show his dominance over coach, by shooting his cum all over coach’s surprised beet red face.



Coach didn’t look my way, just kept his mouth open as cum covered his face. “I saved that whole load for you coach,” Derrick said, as he reached for a phone on coach’s desk.



“Please no,” coach again pleaded, not wanting photographic evidence of his cock sucking submission.



“Look at me, cocksucker,” Derrick ordered, his cock still fully erect.



Coach obeyed, still ignoring me, as Derrick snapped a few pictures.



Turning to me, Derrick took a picture of me and said, looking down at my cum stained sweatpants, “I see you enjoyed the show, Eric. What got you off, thinking of fucking coach’s mouth or replacing him and sucking my cock?”



I was ashamed at being caught with cum stained pants, but I didn’t have an answer to his question. I wasn’t gay, I didn’t want coach, my idol the past three years, to suck me and I had no interest at all of sucking Derrick’s cock. I answered, trying to sound manly and straight, “I just never saw sex live before.”



Derrick laughed, his tone implying he didn’t believe me, as he put his cock back in coach’s mouth. “Clean me off, coach.”



Coach slowly moved back and forth, his redder than the reddest apple cheeks showing his utter humiliation at being caught in the act.



“How long were you watching, Eric?” Derrick asked.



“J-j-just a few minutes,” I replied, desperately trying not to look at coach with a mouth full of cock, yet the gravitational pull downward was becoming impossible to resist.



“So you heard my straight faggot theory?” He asked, smiling wide.



“Kind of,” I replied.



“I imagine you were too busy jerking off and imagining it was you with a big black cock in your mouth to really listen and think straight,” Derrick responded, chuckling at his own pun.



Mortified by his statement, I protested, “What? God, no. It was just such utter racist nonsense I didn’t bother to listen.”



Derrick laughed hard. “We’ll see, I have heard many straight white boys and men say such things, trying to be a man, trying to convince themselves they are not eager white submissive cocksuckers. Yet they almost always, without exception, end up on their knees declaring their hunger to please me. Isn’t that right, coach?”



Derrick pulled his cock out of coach’s mouth and waited for a response.



Coach still couldn’t look at me as he whispered, so quietly I couldn’t hear his response.



“Speak up, cocksucker, we have a guest,” Derrick demanded.



“Yes, Derrick, your cock is impossible to resist,” Coach admitted.



“And you want it in your ass next time don’t you?” Derrick pushed.



“Please, not in front of one of my players,” Coach weakly pleaded.



“He already saw you suck cock, heard you declare yourself a cocksucker and is looking at you now with your face covered in cum, it’s a little late for dignity and decorum,” Derrick pointed out. “Do you want my cock again?”



“Yes,” coach whispered.



“Where?”



“My mouth.”



“And?”



“My ass,” Coach admitted, humiliated.



“Your virgin ass?” Derrick clarified.



“From a real cock, yes,” Coach answered.



“What does that mean?” Derrick asked, confused by the answer.



“Sally has fucked me in the ass before with her strap-on,” Coach admitted, humiliation piling up on humiliation.



“Mrs. Murphy pegged you, that is delicious,” Derrick said, amused. “You really are a faggot.”



For a moment there were no words. Coach still sat on his knees refusing to look up; I was watching it all wordlessly my eyes constantly betraying me as I took glimpses of Derrick’s cock; Derrick meanwhile was seemingly contemplating what next.



Finally, the silence was broken as Derrick turned towards me, his cock still hard and now pointing directly at me, said, “I need to get going soon. Beth is expecting some chocolate tonight. But I could always use another pair of white cock sucking lips to dump a load in. Do you want some, Eric?”



“What?” I asked distracted, looking into his eyes. “No, I am not gay.”



“They never think they are,” he laughed, as he pulled up his shorts, apparently going commando.



“When you change your mind, and you will change your mind,” Derrick confidently said, “Let me know.” He patted coach on the head, “See you tomorrow, cocksucker,” and left.



Suddenly it was only me and coach and it was even more awkward than when Derrick was there, at least then he was in control of the conversation and the awkwardness was about him.



Finally, after an eternity of silence, I said, “I’ve got to go,” and rushed out of the office forgetting completely about my iPad.



I got to my car and just sat there trying to make sense of everything I just witnessed. It made no sense. Coach was married; coach was a man’s man; coach was my idol. Everything in my life that made sense an hour ago was now upside down. Why did watching the homosexual act get me hard? Why did I masturbate? Why did I obey Derrick? Why didn’t I stand up for myself and coach? These and a million other questions bounced inside my head as I drove home.



Once home, I tried to do my homework but it was to no avail, my head was just too full of the shocking development to think about chemistry.



Suddenly exhausted, I got ready for bed and crashed rather quickly.



…..



That night I had the strangest dream. I was at the NBA draft, a common dream of mine, where I was drafted first overall by the New York Knicks. This too was a common dream of mine…what happened next was new though. As I stood up and started to shake hands with everyone around me every hand I shook was a big black cock. They came from every direction before I woke up in a sweat.



Shaking my head, I tossed and turned the rest of the night trying to understand what had just transpired.



2. PROVING MY STRAIGHTNESS



The next morning I wondered how I would be able to look Coach or Derrick in the eyes. My plan was to avoid both of them throughout the day, which wouldn’t be that hard as I didn’t have any classes with Derrick and coach only taught two classes. Unfortunately, there would be no avoiding them at try-outs.



I wasn’t at school ten minutes when I was paged by coach to meet him in his office. I cursed to myself wondering how I could look him in the eye knowing what I now knew. I made my way to his office and knocked on his door…flashbacks to last night flooding back to me.



As Coach yelled, “Come in,” I shook my head to get the visual out of my head and entered his office.



“Please close the door, Eric,” he requested, which I did.



“Take a seat, son,” he offered, like he always had during the hundreds of times I had been in this office talking basketball, NFL football and life. Coach wasn’t just my coach, nor was he just my idol, he was the father I never had, my own ditching mom and I when I was three.



I sat down and he began. “I am so sorry about what you witnessed last night.”



I interrupted, trying to comfort him, “Coach what you do on your own time is your business.”



He said, standing up, “Eric, I have never done anything with a student in my life before two days ago and trust me I have had opportunities.”



Coach was a good looking, well built man and I knew for a fact of plenty of girls who would quickly lift up their skirts for him.



I again said, “Coach, it is none of my business.”



Coach sat on his desk facing me and said, “I just want you to know how sorry I am. You should never have to see such a thing.”



“I was surprised,” I admitted, “but I have to ask what made you do it?”



He sighed. “That is the question I have asked myself on continuous loop since I first submitted to him two days ago.” After a pause, he continued, “It’s not like I haven’t seen a lot of cock before, playing ball all those years I saw many naked teammates and most were black. Yet, I never once thought of them that way, and trust me, I knew some were very, very gay and eager to turn me. But I was always a chicks only kind of man.” He paused again, unable to really understand himself what had changed just two days ago. Finally, trying to make sense of it while he talked, he continued his explanation, “One minute I was walking past the shower, a minute later I had a cock in my mouth, a student’s cock.”



“It just happened that quickly?” I asked.



“It really did. He turned around just as I was walking by, his cock already hard as he had been soaping it up and he said, all confident and smug, ‘Like what you see coach?’”



Coach continued, “At first I laughed, his cock all covered in sudsy soap, I thought he was just being his usually cocky self. But then he put his hand on his cock, stroking it hypnotically while he sauntered over to me and said, so soothing and confident, ‘Go ahead coach, I know you want to.’ My head was spinning with the whole ‘what-the-fuck-is-happening’ thought and before I had time to respond he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I would like to say I fought it, protested or at least made a feeble attempt at resistance, but as soon as his cock was directly in my face my mind became mush and all I could think about was his big black cock. When he placed it at my lips, I robotically opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips and well the rest I guess is history.”



“Coach, it’s okay,” I said, although I wasn’t sure that was truly the case.



“I could be fired or charged if this gets out,” he pointed out.



“I’m not going to tell anyone, Coach,” I reassured, “although I don’t understand what happened, even after hearing what happened and seeing what happened, you are my coach, my mentor and nothing will ever change that.”



“Thanks, son,” he said, standing up and pulling me into a hug.



Strangely, as he hugged me I wondered briefly if he would suck my cock. Once the embrace was done, my cock beginning to grow again against my own wishes, I quickly said goodbye and headed to class.



The rest of the day went by like high school days do: a surprise quiz, a terrible science video, another new math equation we will never use and yet another collection of non-rhyming poems that we had to find metaphors and similes and not be allowed to just enjoy the poem.



At lunch, I hung with my best friends and my girlfriend Karen and it wasn’t until I saw Beth walking by that I remembered Derrick’s words of going to save a load for her later. Was Derrick fucking Beth? He didn’t seem to be much of a bluffer so I assumed it was true, yet Beth was in all advanced academic classes, already accepted to some elite music program on a all paid scholarship and not one to be seen at parties. It seemed so unlikely that Derrick and Beth would ever cross paths never mind get to know each other enough to end up fucking.



Beth was cute like Mandy Moore playing Jamie in ‘A Walk to Remember’ which was sort of why she dressed plain, always in long skirts and old fashioned blouses although she always wore pantyhose which I had noticed, it was/still is, my fetish. She often inadvertently seemed to tease me by sliding her stocking clad feet in and out of her flats all throughout class. Karen never wore nylons other than with her cheerleading uniform and thus Beth was often the one I fantasized about while under the sheets alone. The more I thought about it the more ludicrous it seemed that Derrick would be fucking her, yet it wasn’t any more ludicrous than the fact that he was using Coach as his personal cocksucker.

“Earth to Eric,” Karen said, squeezing my hand.



“What? Oh, so sorry, I’m kind of out of it today,” I said, which was definitely the truth.



“So it seems,” she said. “Are you coming over tonight after practice…my parents are gone for the night and I will be home alone.”



Karen was sexually insatiable, which is of course any high school boys’ dream, but it was hard to do much with her other than sex. She was rather vapid in regards to academics and thus always talked about superficial things like pop music or shoes. During the election last year she asked who that black guy was. My heart sank, but she was so hot, so good in bed, that it was usually easy to ignore. Did I plan to marry her? God, no! But she was a good time throughout high school.



I glimpsed back at Beth sitting with a couple other girls and imagined her on her knees sucking Derrick’s black cock. She is so pasty white and Derrick as black as night it would be a crazy contrast.



“Is that a yes?” Karen asked, her tone implying she was annoyed.



“What? Yes, of course,” I replied, suddenly turning on the charm. “Tonight you are all mine.”



Just as quickly as she was annoyed with me, she was smitten again as she kissed me and slyly squeezed my cock under the table. “I’m going to even wear something special tonight just for you.”



“I can’t wait,” I said, even as I took a sideways glance at Beth.



We finished lunch, and I returned to the monotony that is learning. Usually, I would be counting the seconds until I was on the court, yet today that was not the case. I knew I would eventually have to be face to face with Derrick and I really had no idea what to say.



Thankfully, the practice went like it usually did no hint of anything different. The coach ended the practice with a speech and saying the first cuts will be posted on the wall in fifteen minutes and a reminder of our after school pre-season game tomorrow night. Being a veteran I wasn’t worried about being cut, but I was curious which of the young players Coach thought could be key players in our journey to state. We lost in the semis last year and with six seniors this year we figured to be a threat to go all the way, especially with the addition of Derrick.



I went to the locker room and suddenly was paralyzed. I had showered after practice every day since my freshman year, yet now all I saw in my head was coach sucking cock. Yet, I knew I couldn’t look like yesterday fazed me to Derrick who implied I may be a cocksucker too. So I got undressed, grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. Of course, nothing happened in the shower and I was just leaving when Derrick walked in.



“How’s the water?” He asked me.



“A little cold,” I shrugged.



“I may need something to warm me up,” he quipped back, the innuendo only obvious to me.



Standing firm on my straightness I countered, “I hope you don’t freeze then.”



He laughed, as he finished, whispering in my ear, “It’s only a matter of time, cocksucker.”



Flushed and pissed off, I stormed out of there, got dressed and headed straight to Karen’s to prove my straightness to myself.



I texted her I was on my way and she texted back saying to just come in and come straight to her room. Wondering what her surprise was and desperate to get laid, I sped there and quickly made it to her room. She was under the covers.



“Get naked, stud,” she said.



I didn’t need to be told twice.



“Already rock hard, what have you been thinking about?” she teased.



“You on all fours begging to be fucked,” I answered, I loved fucking her from behind.



“I have something a little different planned for you tonight,” she smiled playfully.



I began moving towards her but she said, “Stop and Close your eyes,” she said.



I did as requested curious as hell.



I heard her move off the bed and walk towards me. “No peeking,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed.



“Lie on your back, but keep your eyes closed,” she ordered.



I again did, dying to know what she had in mind. As I mentioned earlier, she was pretty sexually aggressive. She gave me a hand job in a pretty packed movie theatre on our first date, finishing by sucking my cum off her hand; she rubbed my cock under the table with her foot the first time she met my parents for dinner; she sucked my cock while I drove her home including when we went through a drive through; she made me finger her in the library at school; she fucked me in the boys’ washroom after school one day. Anyways, the point is she was always full of surprises.



As I lay on the bed, I felt her join me and a moment later I felt her feet, her nylon covered feet, stroking my cock. I moaned as I opened my eyes to see she was completely naked except for a pair of black thigh highs.



She smiled, “You like?”



“Fuuuuck, yes,” I moaned, the stocking sensation feeling so good. I had jerked off with my hand in Mom’s stockings before, but this was way different…in a good way.



“I thought you would,” she said coyly, as she moved her feet up and down my stiff cock.



I joked after only a minute, “I am not going to last long like this.”



“Are you going to come all over my stocking feet?” She asked, continuing her sensual foot job, putting a bit more pressure on my rock hard rock.



I moaned in response.



“Do you want to come on my feet, baby?” She asked.



“God, yes,” I moaned, my balls beginning to boil.



“You’ve already come on my hands, face, tits, belly, pussy and ass I guess my feet seem like a natural next spot,” she teased, reminding me of all the different ways she had got me off.



I quipped, “Don’t forget down your throat and in that sweet pussy of yours.”



“I guess the only place left is in my ass,” she smiled, pumping her legs furiously, teasing me about the one thing we had not yet done.



“Shhhhhit,” I grunted, the naughty innuendo the final push needed to let my cock erupt as my cum shot in the air and then onto her feet.



“So you want to fuck my ass, do you?” She teased, once I finished coming.



“That is a dangerous question to answer,” I said, still out of breath.



She moved her cum covered toe to her mouth and licked my cum off it.



Karen was a cheerleader and a gymnast and ridiculously flexible, but this was a new moment of hotness.



“I love your flexibility,” I said.



“Go open my drawer,” she said, as she scooped some cum off the sheets.



I quickly did, curious what else she could have in store.



It was a butt plug and lube. I returned to the bed with a questioning look.



“Do you want to fuck my ass?” She asked again.



“Yes,” I admitted.



“Right here, right now?” She questioned, her hand moving to her cunt and rubbing her clit.



“Anything you want,” I said, my cock never shrinking after my first load.



“I was hoping you would say that,” she said, reaching for the butt plug and lube. I watched her lube it up as she explained, “I had this in my ass all day today, preparing myself for your big cock, baby.”



“Oh, God,” was all I could muster in response, imagining her at lunch sitting beside me or walking down the hallway with this four inch plug in her ass.



“But I want you to do something for me too,” she said.



“Anything,” I said, willing to do just about anything to get her ass.



“Bend over, baby,” she smiled.



“What?” I asked.



“Bend over, you said you would do anything,” she said, her hand giving my cock a tug.



“T-t-that’s for me?” I stammered, Derrick’s promise to Coach suddenly popping into my head.



“It is now,” she smiled. “Now bend over.”



“I-I-I don’t know,” I hesitantly said, suddenly worried that it would make me gay.



“Baby, if you want my ass, I want yours,” she said, her tone implying that this was the deal, take it or leave it.



I hesitated, but my cock was doing the thinking, and I ended up moving onto my knees. I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks as she said, “I have been thinking about this all day, baby.”



“Plugging my ass?” I asked.



“Both of us taking each other’s ass,” she said. “I considered buying a strap-on, or borrowing one from one of the girls, but I figured that might freak you out.”



“Other girls,” I asked, focused more on that then what was about to happen to me.



“Honey, almost all the girls in my gymnastics’ club are either full out lesbians or at least bi,” she revealed, as I felt the plastic toy pressing between my ass cheeks.



This was news. She had never mentioned any interest in other girls before. I asked, “Have you played with them?”



She pushed the plug and I let out a small yelp as the butt plug slipped into my ass. “That is for me to know and you to find out. How does that feel baby?”



“Strange,” I answered, which was true. A slight burn occurred at first, but overall it felt natural.



“Fuck I wish I would have borrowed the strap-on,” she said, as she stared at me bent over.



“In not sure I’m ready for you to fuck me,” I said.



“Well, I’m ready for you to fuck me,” she countered as she stood up, tossed the lube to me, walked over to the wall and bent over. Looking back at me still on my knees, “What are you waiting for?”



I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood up, the plug in my ass shifting, but staying in me, I grabbed the lube and went to my bent over girlfriend. Reaching her, she said, “Lube that cock of yours generously and also my ass, baby.”



“Sure,” I agreed, quickly pouring excess lube on my cock. My hand coated, I moved between her ass cheeks and lubed her pretty butthole well.



“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said.



“As you command,” I replied, moving behind her.



“You understand I want to fuck your ass too one day soon,” she said, as my cock moved between her ass cheeks.



Not really listening, but focusing on the task at hand, I agreed, “Sure thing.”



“You will let me fuck your ass?” She repeated, as my cock poked at her rosebud.



Again my brain on auto-pilot, I agreed, “Yes, you can have my ass.”



“Goooo slow,” she moaned, as my mushroom top squeaked past her tight entrance. “Your cock is a lot longer and wider than that plug I wore all day…in class…at lunch…at cheerleading practice.”



The listing made my cock flinch and she giggled, “You like thinking of me with a plug in my ass don’t you?”



“It’s fucking hot,” I agreed, as I slowly pushed deeper into her ass. It was so tight I wasn’t sure I would be able to pull out.



“Does your cock in my ass feel hot?” She asked.



“My cock anywhere in you is hot, but this is so fucking tight,” I replied, the plug in my ass poking a bit deeper in me as I pushed forward.



“Fuck, it burns baby, I’m burning for you,” she moaned, even as her body trembled.



“Do you want me to go deeper?” I asked. “I’m only half way in.”



“Yes, baby, I want all of you in my ass,” she replied, sounding as if her teeth were clenched.



I continued the slow push forward, my head suddenly going to imagining Derrick’s cock slowly going into coach. “Fuck,” I said, annoyed.



“What, baby?” She asked.



“Nothing baby, your ass just feels so fucking good,” I said, which was true as I tried to get Derrick and coach out of my head.



Yet, as I pushed further I wondered if the thing about Beth was true, had he fucked her, taken her ass? My mind envisioned Beth dressed in her usual conservative school attire, in the boys’ locker room, bent over and getting fucked by Derrick’s cock.



Karen moaned. “Slowly fuck me now, baby. I want you to fuck my ass.”



Karen’s words brought me back to reality and I held onto her hips and began slowly pulling back out. It was so tight my whole cock tingled with pleasure.



“Back in, baby, slam it into me,” she begged.



I did, and as my body collided with hers, she screamed, “Fuuuuck, shiiiit.”



I grunted too, as the plug in my ass readjusted itself in me, “Ohhhhh God.”



“Now pound me, Eric, fuck my ass hard,” she demanded.



Imitating Derrick, I asked, completely out of character for myself, “You want all my cock, slut.”



As soon as I said it I was mortified, yet her response eased my concern that I had gone too far. “Yes, fuck your slut’s ass, fuck it hard and deep.”



I obliged as I began fucking her ass. Perspiration dripped off me, as I thrust deep into her again and again. Each hard thrust my body slammed into hers had the plug in my ass poking into me. The double sensation was very stimulating and my head again played tricks on me.



I imagined that instead of a plug, it was Derrick fucking my ass as I fucked Karen’s; in essence I was the middle piece of a sex sandwich both giving and getting thick meat. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I shook it out focusing on being a dominant man.



“Beg for my cock, bitch,” I demanded, again a derogatory word I would normally use.



“Oh yes, Eric, fuck my slut ass, make me your cum hungry bitch. You have come in my mouth and in my cunt baby; I want this load of yours to explode in my ass.”



“I can make that wish a reality, my little ass slut,” I grunted, continuing to fuck her ass harder than I ever had before.



“Oh shit, oh yes,” she moaned, “it feels so goooooood.”



“What does slut?” I questioned, getting turned on in this new dominant persona.



“Your cock in myyyyy ass,” she screamed, holding herself up with one hand as she moved her other to frantically rub herself.



“Only dirty ass sluts come from getting ass fucked,” I teased, even as I began to feel my balls boil.



“I guess I’m a dirty ass slut theeeeeen,” she moaned, before shifting to screaming, “because I’m about to come from getting ass-fuuuuuuucked.



I kept fucking her hard as her orgasm coursed through her.



“Oh yes, keep fucking your slut’s ass,” she demanded, as she babbled, “so good, best, ev-ev-ever, fuck, god, soooo, shit, can’t quiiiit comiiiing.”



Suddenly her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.



“Shiiiit,” she whimpered, as she fell onto her side.



I pulled her up onto her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth and fucked her face. She slobbered and gagged a couple of times as I roughly fucked her face, my own orgasm near eruption. I asked, pulling my cock out of her mouth, “Mouth or ass, slut.”



“Fill my ass,” she answered, getting on all fours.



I quickly got behind her and filled her ass with one deep hard forward thrust.



“Mother fucking Chriiiiiist,” she screamed, as I learned from this angle I could go even deeper into her ass.



“Beg for my cum, Karen,” I ordered, as I continued to drill her ass.



“Oh God, come, come, come, in my, my, my, asssss,” she struggled to beg, the mixture of pleasure and pain obvious.



Suddenly Beth bent over taking Derrick’s cock popped back into my head and my balls erupted and I shot my second load deep into Karen’s ass.



“Yeeeeeees,” Karen moaned, “Fill my ass with your cum.”



I continued pistoning in and out of her ass until every last drop of my cum was unloaded. Pulling out, I ordered, “Clean me off, slut.”



Her orgasm done, I worried she would not be so friendly to name-calling, but she quickly turned around, still on her knees and deep throated my cock.



As she did, she surprised me as she moved her hand and pushed the butt plug deeper into my ass, my whole body moved forward and my cock went so deep down her throat she gagged and fell backwards.



Laughing, she said, “Apparently you have an ass reflex.”



Laughing back, I pulled her up, “Looks like you have a gag reflex.”



“I never had complaints before,” she pouted.



“Nor will you again,” I said, kissing her hard.



We kissed for a couple of minutes before she said, “We should probably get dressed. The parents will be home in half an hour.”



I reached behind to pull out the plug but Karen said, “Keep it in baby. I want that ass nice and ready for me.”



“Are you serious?” I asked, the idea of a butt plug in my ass kind of gay.



“Deadly,” she said, spanking my ass. “You did me, I get to do you.”



“Is that so?” I asked, her brief submissive behaviour gone.



“Tit for tat or in this case ass for ass,” she shrugged.



“But it’s kind of gay,” I said, Derrick’s big cock again popping into my head.



“Only if you think of it that way,” she shrugged, keeping the thigh highs on under her sweats.



“How so?” I asked, getting dressed myself, the plug still in me.



“I am a girl and you are a guy, thus it can’t be gay,” she said, rather matter-of-factly.



Her logic made sense. It can’t be gay if I am having sex with a woman. “When you put it that way, I guess it isn’t gay.”



“Sucking a real cock is gay, sucking my cock will be fucking hot,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.



“Why do you want to fuck me?” I asked, the timing so strange after all I saw recently.



“I want to do everything with you,” she admitted, kissing me, her hand squeezing my cock.



“Tough to argue that logic,” I gave in.



“Good, tomorrow night I plan to take your cherry,” she said, talking in a deep voice, trying to act manly.



“Don’t you ever use that tone again,” I laughed, thinking it was strange to hear her talking of taking my cherry.



“Tomorrow after the game, your ass is mine,” she said, slapping my ass directly where the butt plug was.



“Fuuuuck,” I yelped, the plug going where it wasn’t supposed to go.



“And keep it in until you get ready for the game,” she ordered.



“Yes, Mistress,” I joked, as I followed her downstairs.



“Mistress, I like that,” she said.



…..



I hurt myself twice, forgetting the plug was in my ass when I got in my car and when I fell on my bed to go to sleep. Oddly, as I lay in bed, I wondered what it would be like to have the toy in my ass moving in and out. I moved my hand to my ass and moved the toy in and out of my ass. I can’t explain it but the feeling was indescribable. I wanted more. I wished it was longer so it would go deeper. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine Karen with a strap-on fucking me from behind. I pumped the small plug in and out of my ass while simultaneously stroking my suddenly rock hard cock.



Pumping my cock while I tried to fuck myself, I continued envisioning what Karen had planned for Saturday night for me. I imagined me on my knees, as she again in sexy thigh high stockings slowly fucked my ass. I fantasized her telling me how hot it was to see me with her cock in my ass and how she planned to fuck me all the time. I moaned in response as my own orgasm began to boil. I imagined her moving faster in my eager ass when suddenly there was a deep hard thrust and I screamed and heard Derrick’s voice, “That’s it my straight faggot. You love big black cock up your man cunt don’t you?”



I whimpered, “God yes, I love your cock in my man cunt,” just as my cock erupted spewing my cum all over my sheets.



Opening my eyes, I gasped at the words I said out loud; mortified my parents might have heard me. I quickly pulled the plug out of my ass, wiped it off with my socks, and went to my bathroom.



Looking in the mirror I was mortified at how Derrick kept getting pulled into my sex fantasies, even during sex with my girlfriend. I just had the most amazing sex of my life and yet images of Derrick popped into my head while I fucked Karen’s ass. I’m not gay, or bi, or curious, I said to myself. I need to focus on basketball and Karen. In the end, I thought even though my mind was playing tricks on me, the key was I stayed a man if these strange situations continued to arise, which they did the next morning.



3. THINGS GET EVEN MORE COMPLICATED



I had just got out of the shower, my usual early bird self, when I got a text from coach, which wasn’t unusual.



Eric,



Please come over to my office ASAP to discuss the game.



Knock three times.



I often met with coach before the game so this wasn’t new, but knocking three times was strange. I hoped it was just game talk, but a feeling in my gut told me Derrick was up to something.



I pondered whether to put the plug in my ass, but decided not to, mostly because I didn’t have any lube and well it was really gay.

I drove to school and headed straight to coach’s office, mortified that I already had an erection. Why? What was turning me on? Reaching the office, I was surprised to see Beth there.



“Hi Beth, what are you doing here?”



“Just waiting for Derrick?” She answered sheepishly.



“Are you two dating?” I asked, the thought still seeming ludicrous.



“Um, not really,” she said, clearly embarrassed to be asked such question.



Wanting to know more, I asked, “What is not really?”



“He doesn’t want to label it,” she answered, avoiding eye contact.



“Beth, don’t let him use you, you deserve someone as special as you,” I said, thinking that perfect someone would be me.



Ignoring my nice guy routine, which wasn’t so nice since I had a girlfriend, she said, “I am supposed to watch the door.”



“For what?” I asked.



“I don’t know,” she answered.



I repeated, “Beth you are a very special, pretty girl. You deserve to be treated like a lady.”



“Go in,” she said, still not making eye contact.



Sighing, I said, “If you ever need to talk, I’m a great listener.”



Her tone biting suddenly, “Don’t you already have Karen?”



“I’m just trying to be a friend,” I said, knowing that Karen has never been nice to her. Karen is hot, Karen is a nasty nympho, but Karen is also an elitist bitch who bullies those below her.



“Go,” Beth said, tears beginning to form in her eyes.



I walked in and wasn’t remotely surprised to see coach bent over his desk as Derrick fucked him. Derrick called out, “Get in here Beth.”



Beth sheepishly came in too.



“Lock the door, slut,” Derrick ordered.



She obeyed, her face so red with shame I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.



“I thought you would like to see Coach take it in the ass for the first time since you obviously enjoyed watching him suck my cock” Derrick said confidently.



“Derrick I am not playing your game,” I said firmly. I turned to leave but heard voices outside the office now.



“You can pretend Eric, but you are a straight cocksucker just like coach here,” Derrick said smugly, as he slowly fucked Coach.



Coach moaned, clearly enjoying the cock in his ass, but kept his eyes closed obviously mortified to be caught in such a compromising situation…again.



“You see, Coach loves it. You white guys are all the same. At first you think you are straight, but once you see a big thick black cock your brain begins to wonder. At first you are in denial, like you are right now, but I bet you have already had my cock pop into your head. Wondered what it would be like to have a big black cock like mine between your pretty little lips,” he assessed.



I was mortified by his correct assessment of the thoughts in my head, although I thought his black cock theory was ludicrous. I interrupted, “Derrick, you’re full of shit.”



“If I am full of shit, you won’t be hard right now,” he said, continually fucking coach’s ass while talking to me as if it was a natural thing to do.



My face went red as I realized I was indeed rock hard, something I couldn’t explain.



He laughed, “You got hard watching me fuck Coach’s ass. Do you wish it was you bent over the desk? Beth, pull out Eric’s cock to see if he is hard.”



“Please, no,” Beth gasped, surprised by the demand.



“It wasn’t a suggestion,” Derrick said.



I could have stopped her, I should have stopped her. Yet Beth being my secret crush, I was instantly focused on her touching my cock and not the fact that I had a girlfriend, or that she would show off my hard cock.



Beth moved slowly towards me as Derrick explained, “It’s ok Beth. Eric has had the hots for you forever.”



I wondered how he could possibly know such a thing.



“On your knees, slut,” Derrick ordered, continuing to fuck Coach.



I was in awe as I watched Beth, her face red with shame, drop to her knees and fish out my cock. I moaned as her warm hand wrapped around my cock.



“Is it hard, slut?” He asked.



“Yes, hard as a rock,” she answered, not looking at me or him.



Derrick said, “My hypothesis again proven correct. Do you want Beth to blow you Eric?”



I should have said no, yet her hand on my cock, looking down at her in her submissive position, I couldn’t resist, “God, yes.”



“Go ahead Beth, show him how you can get an ‘A’ in cocksucking too,” Derrick ordered.



Beth suddenly looked up at me as if pleading for help, but I said, getting pulled deeper into Derrick’s sick power game, “Get to sucking Beth.”



Beth looked back down and took my cock in her mouth. I briefly felt guilty, but once she swirled her tongue around my cock my guilt faded. I don’t know how she did it, but she created a wavelike water sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before.



I groaned and Derrick laughed, “She has quite the technique, doesn’t she?”



“God, yes,” I whimpered, knowing I was going to come shamefully quick.



“Her ass is the tightest I have ever fucked if you want a piece of that too,” Derrick offered, before focusing on Coach, whose whimpers had been getting louder, “Beg for my cum in your ass faggot.”



Coach obviously was too far gone to care that two students were witnessing his humiliating sodomy as he instantly answered, “Oh God, fill my ass with your cum Derrick, my white ass is yours.”



The desk began moving as Derrick slammed harder into Coach. For some reason watching Coach get fucked and hearing him moan really turned me on, and I grabbed Beth’s head and began fucking her face trying to replicate the deep hard thrusts of Derrick. My whole cock was shoved in Beth’s mouth, her slobbering sounds only turning me on more.



Looking up, Derrick somehow had his phone out and was either taping or taking pictures of me.



“Fuck Derrick,” I sighed, realizing he had evidence of my unfaithfulness to Karen.



“Never know when such visuals can come in handy,” he shrugged, before again shifting to a whimpering like a school girl Coach and saying, “Here it comes, coach faggot.”



Coach moaned, “Yeeeeeees, fiiiiiiill myyyy asssssss.”



I watched in voyeuristic awe as Coach got an ass full of cum. My own cock flinched and I shot my load down Beth’s throat.



Derrick laughed, “You came watching Coach get his ass fucked…deny it all you want Eric, but you are my next cocksucker, my next man cunt.”



“Never going to happen,” I confidently said, pulling my cock out of Beth’s mouth, my seven inches dangling.



Pulling his cock out of Coach’s ass, his ten inches swayed confidently, and although I tried to look away it was like a gravitational pull kept my eyes locked on it.



“Slut come and clean me,” Derrick ordered.



Beth scurried like a famished woman in the desert and eagerly took his big black cock in her mouth.



Derrick asked, again as I watched, “Sure you don’t want a taste?”



“Never going to happen,” I said, pulling my pants up.



“Never say never,” he laughed, as he pulled his cock out of Beth’s mouth and pulled his pants up.



“Beth are you hungry for my cum?” Derrick asked.



“More than anything,” she said, looking like a vapid slut and not the academic genius she was.



“Go suck my cum out of Coach’s ass,” he ordered.



I thought Beth would recoil, but instead she crawled straight to coach and buried her face in his ass.



Derrick took a couple pictures as he explained, “Once you get a taste of black cock you will do pretty much anything to have it again. Isn’t that right, Coach?”



“Yes,” he admitted, his tone dripping with shame.



I laughed, realizing he was probably right based on what I had just witnessed, “So it seems.”



“One taste Eric and you will be hooked too,” he said confidently.



Watching Beth move her face up and down hungrily sucking out Derrick’s cum I was in awe of Derrick’s power.



I was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Derrick snapped his fingers and Beth quickly stood up. Coach quickly stood up too, fumbled to get his pants up and sat down in his chair, his eyes big with fear and shame.



Derrick unlocked the door and said, “We’ll chat later Coach.”



“Sounds good,” Coach replied, as his wife entered the room.



“Hi, Mrs. Murphy,” Derrick greeted, walking out the door.



“Hi Derrick, Eric, Beth,” she greeted, her facial expression confused that Beth was in an early basketball meeting and the boys’ locker room.



I asked, trying to act casual and keep up the image of a meeting, “Anything else Coach?”



“No Eric, we will see how the game plans works,” he said, covering well himself.



I grabbed Beth’s hand and led her out.



Once out of earshot she gasped, “Oh my God!”



“That’s what I thought too when you sucked my cock,” I said, suddenly wanting more of her.



“I can’t believe he made me do that,” she said.



“I can’t fathom how you ended up in this predicament,” I countered.



“It’s a long story,” she said, before adding, her tone suddenly sultry, and shocking, “There is much more to me than meets the eye.” She subtly squeezed my cock before walking away, leaving me hard and wanting more.



…..



The rest of the day was the same old, same old, other than every time I saw Beth I imagined her mouth around my cock giving me the best blow job I have ever received. At lunch, guilt washed over me as Karen rubbed my cock underneath the table, unaware of my betrayal.



Karen whispered in my ear part way through lunch, her hand firmly on my cock, “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. You are wearing your plug for me right?”



“I couldn’t get it in without lube,” I replied back, not admitting I really had no interest in wearing one.



Her hand left my cock instantly and she quit talking to me. Although she was a complete slut in the bedroom, outside of it she always expected others to obey her. Knowing there was no way to make her happy other than to do as she says, I whispered, “It’s in my backpack if you have anything to help get it in.”



Her anger shifted and she turned back to me, “Can I put it in you now?”



“Not here,” I joked.



“Of course not, rendezvous spot, five minutes?” She asked, although it wasn’t a question.



Trying to keep her happy, I countered, “Make it four.”



She squeezed my cock and said her goodbyes to her friends; I did the same a minute later and headed to meet her. I saw Beth was talking to Derrick at a doorway and not wanting to get involved in that conversation I turned and took another way around.



Karen, being Karen, had convinced the principal that the cheerleaders needed their own room like the football players had, and as I mentioned, what Karen wants, Karen gets. The room was used for meetings, changing and so forth and often for blow jobs or quickies for me.



Once in the room, she dropped to her knees, pulled down my pants and said, “I think there is time for a snack.”



I totally enjoyed her love of sucking cock. She would often just suck me off, swallow my load and expect nothing in return. She was the perfect girlfriend and yet even as she bobbed up and down on my cock it was Beth who popped into my head when I closed my eyes. At first it was her on her knees sucking my cock, then it was sucking cum out of coach’s ass and then it was her taking Derrick’s cock in her pussy.



Even though I had already come once, the constant images of Beth flashing in my brain had my balls boiling rather quickly and I shot a second load of the day, this time down Karen’s throat.



Once done, she was back to business, “Bend over baby.”



“I feel like your bitch,” I joked, even though I knew it wasn’t really a joke.



“Tonight you are,” she said, as she surprised me by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my ass.



“Oooooooooh,” I moaned like a girl, surprised by how good it felt.



A minute later, I felt warm lube coating my ass as she spoke, with a confidence just like Derrick, “I plan to take that ass of yours tonight, right here after the game.”



“H-h-here?” I stammered.



“By the time you change, shower and talk to coach, all the girls will be gone, or waiting in the parking lot for the boys,” she said, as I felt the toy between my ass cheeks.



“If you say so,” I agreed, hoping to prolong this situation a bit.



“Beg for this in your ass,” she ordered.



“You got to be kidding meeee,” I replied, as she slapped my ass.



“Now, bitch,” she ordered.



“Please put that plug in my ass,” I quickly begged, shocked by her aggressiveness.



“You mean your man cunt,” she corrected.



My eyes went wide at hearing the same words Derrick had used and yet I answered as expected, “Yes, please fill my man cunt?”



“Tonight I’m going to fuck you completely my little slut,” she purred as she pushed the small toy in me.



I whimpered, the thought both a turn-on and a turn-off.



I couldn’t believe how easily I acquiesced to her, particularly after she was so submissive to me last night. Yet, once it was all the way in me, she slapped my ass pushing the plug deeper in me and said, “Get dressed and don’t you dare take that out of your ass until game time.”



“Okay,” I again joked, as I pulled up my pants.



“And when we are alone, it’s Mistress,” she ordered.



“Okay,” I repeated, my ass full and wanting more, yet my shame of being bossed around overwhelmed me.



“Okay, what? She asked, her tone terse.



“Okay, Mistress,” I answered immediately.



“Good,” she said, pulling me in and kissing me hard and giving me one more slap on the ass.



The rest of the day was fine, once I got used to sitting cautiously and not moving much with a toy in my rear.



4. BECOMING A STRAIGHT FAGGOT



It was last period, with Mrs. Murphy, Coach’s wife that things got weird again. Beth is in this class also and I hadn’t heard a word of the teacher’s lecture, as I drooled over Beth who continually slipped her stocking-clad feet in and out of her shoes. I noticed her toes…which were painted blood red. A couple of times she looked back at me and smiled as if knowing the impact she was having on me.



When class was done I wanted to talk to her again, but she left with a couple friends, plus I wasn’t sure what I would say to her, so I just let it drop.



I was heading to my locker; I had an hour before we needed to be back at school to get ready to go to the game, when I heard Derrick’s voice.



“Eric, I need a favor,” he said.



My whole body tensed at what he may need. I turned around and asked, acting casual, “What do you need?”



“A ride home. I forgot my uniform in the laundry,” he said.



Continuing to act like I would have before I learned what I learned I said, “Sure, ready to go now?”



“No time like the present,” he said and we went to my car.



We actually talked basketball on the walk and the beginning of the drive. I had dropped him off on the Monday before so I knew where he lived; it was about a twenty minute drive.



Once out of the school area, he asked, “So did you enjoy Beth?”



I sighed, “Let’s stick to talking about the game.”



“But, I need to know. Beth wants to know if you were happy with her cocksucking,” he said.



“I’m sure she didn’t say that,” I said, even as her lips wrapped around my cock returned to my head.



“She really likes you,” he said.



“Isn’t she your girlfriend?” I asked.



“I am not a one girl guy. I have half a dozen eager to take my load, but Beth was special in her innocence and eagerness. Taking her from an innocent virgin to a cock hungry slut was a lot of fun,” Derrick explained.



“How?” I asked, my own cock rock hard and dying to know how Beth ended up in her current predicament.



“Like I said,” he began, as he pulled out his cock, “once you get a taste of the black side there is no going back.”



“Put that away,” I snapped, as he wrapped his hand around it and slowly made it grow.



“It’s just a cock,” he said, adding, “If you are as straight as you say you are this isn’t a big deal.” He stressed the word big, which made me flush.



“Whatever,” I said, not getting myself pulled into his game.



“So did you enjoy Beth?” He asked again.



“Yes fuck, but I can’t believe I cheated on Karen,” I admitted.



“She will rip your balls off if she finds out,” he said, stroking his cock.



“Is that a threat,” I asked, looking at him and without meaning to looking down at his growing cock.



“No, no, just a fact,” he said. “Oh sure, I could blackmail you to suck my cock, but I know it is only a matter of time before you are eagerly bobbing up and down on it.”



“Fuck off, Derrick,” I said, as we stopped at a red light.



“Go ahead, grab it,” he a said, “you know you want to.”



I refused to look, knowing that even though I wasn’t gay, there seemed to be a magnetic pull leading me towards his cock.



“Look at it, Eric, it’s nice, big, and ready for your lips,” he said, his confident demeanor oddly soothing.



I shouldn’t have looked, but yet I couldn’t resist and took a look at his now firmly stiff ten inch cock.



I stared at it, unable to take my eyes off it, now so close to me. My mouth watered my sudden desire to have it in my mouth growing even as I screamed inside to resist. Thankfully, a honk told me the light had changed and I returned my eyes to the road.



Derrick laughed, “Saved by the horn.”



I didn’t respond as I focused on the road and having the strength to not look back down.



“Beth likes you, by the way,” Derrick said.



“Seems she’s more into you,” I replied.



“That’s just natural selection she can’t resist me, but she has had a crush on you forever. She just doesn’t think she can compete with Karen,” Derrick explained.



It was so strange, his cock was out, he wanted me to suck him, yet he was also seemingly trying to set me up with Beth at the same time. I scoffed at the natural selection theory, “I don’t believe there is a sexual hierarchy.”



“You’re in denial,” he said, as we reached another red light. “You know you want my cock, you are using every ounce of strength to hold onto the last remaining threads of your straightness. Go ahead, Eric, just reach over and grab it.”



Resistance suddenly seemed futile. I figured I would just touch it, and then return to driving, but that isn’t what happened. Once it was in my hand, I felt like my hand was magnetically attached to it. His cock was so much thicker than mine, and it felt so warm in my hand.



“That’s it, Eric,” Derrick soothed. “Just enjoy it in your hand.”



The light changed and I kept my hand on his cock as I continued driving. Derrick continued the Beth conversation as if there was nothing odd with the fact that I was holding his cock. “You see Eric, you and Beth will end up with each other or people like you, that is just the way society works, but that doesn’t mean you can’t love the life that so many white people fantasize about, submitting to black cock or pussy.”



It was so absurd to listen to his words and yet as he spoke them they made sense as well. My hand was on his cock, I had let Beth blow me and unknown to him I had a plug in my ass. “So I should marry a white girl, that has submitted to black cock?” I asked, unable to let him know of my conflicting emotions.



“In essence…eventually you two will settle and this wild time of black submission will fade, but it will always be a lingering effect,” he said, as if he was some philosopher.



I let go of his cock to pull into his driveway.



“Ready to submit to your hunger?” Derrick asked.



My response betrayed me as instead of protesting I asked mortified, “Here?”



“In the car?” He laughed, “Maybe a quick suck to wet your appetite.”



I froze looking down at his cock. After all the denial, it looked so appetizing, so juicy and I hungered for it.



As if reading my mind, he said, “I can see it in your eyes, Eric. You have an insatiable hunger to lean down and take it in your mouth, yet the unrealistic expectations of society are holding you back. Eric you want my cock, you need my cock, and it is only a matter of time before you accept this.”



I continued staring, the invisible line between straight and not-so-straight fading.

“Make a decision Eric, if you’re not willing to take my load, I need to text my cheerleading cocksucker to take my load,” he explained.



“Who?” I asked, still unable to take my eyes off his big, hard cock.



“Just a slut, they all are,” Derrick said, “at least for big black cock.”



I looked out the window, we seemed rather secluded, but I couldn’t do it here in my car.



“Now, Eric, taste it,” Derrick said, reaching for my head.



He gently guided me down and I didn’t resist at all, falling slowly like a leaf in fall, until my face was in front of his cock. With no time to think, I just opened my mouth and took his cock in as natural as opening my mouth to eat.



They say when you meet the one you just know, and my feelings right then were exactly the same. I just knew, like he said I would, that I was meant to suck his cock. It felt so natural between my lips, his erection so hard that I suddenly wanted, needed to please him.



“That’s it, Eric, take your time with my big snake,” he said, I imagined him smiling smugly over adding me to his cocksucker harem. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth and I began to slowly bob up and down on it.



“Let’s take this inside, cocksucker,” he ordered, now having got me drawn into the thrill of pleasuring him.



I sat up, suddenly embarrassed by what I had done and being called a cocksucker, and said, “I can’t believe I did that.”



“Follow me inside,” he ordered, putting his cock away and getting out of the car.



I didn’t move, knowing if I did I would be unable to resist his cock.



Just before he closed the door, he said, “Eric, I gave you a taste, if you don’t come and finish what you started, I will never give you a chance again. It’s now or never, cocksucker.”



He closed the door and headed to his house. I wanted to just drive away, I wanted to stand up for myself like a man and yet after a brief, futile resistance, I got out of the car and headed inside to suck cock.



In his house, he was sitting on the couch, his pants at his ankles watching sports highlights. “So what is it cocksucker?”



I whispered, ashamed by my own weakness, “I want to finish what I started.”



“Finish what?” He asked, not looking at me, but at the television.



“Sucking your cock,” I admitted, the words tasting like vinegar out of my mouth.



“Well, don’t just stand there cocksucker, get on your knees and crawl to me,” he ordered, still not looking at me.



I felt cheap, I felt humiliated, but the hunger to have his cock back in my mouth overruled my emotions and pride. I fell to my knees and crawled to him. Reaching his feet, I looked up and saw he had his phone out. Had he taped my whole crawl towards him?



“Tell me what you want,” he said, the camera pointing directly at me.



“Please don’t tape this,” I said, even as I remained on my knees just inches from his cock.



“This is not for blackmail or show, just for my own personal collection,” he said. “Now answer me Eric, what do you want from me?”



I didn’t want to answer, but his massive python directly in front of me had such a hypnotic power on me I just had to have it. I whispered, “To suck your cock.”



He laughed, “You are in advanced English, you can do better than that.”



He tapped my lips with his cock and I instantly opened my mouth to take it. “So eager, cocksucker, but answer my question first.”



So enthralled by his cock, so famished to have it in my mouth, I answered like a complete slut. “I want to take that immense, black succulent python between my lips.”



“And be a cocksucker?” He asked.



“Yes. Your cocksucker,” I added, knowing I would only do this for him.



“Go ahead, cocksucker, become a straight faggot,” he smiled.



I winced at the word faggot, but my need to have his cock in my mouth overruled everything else and I leaned forward and took it between my lips. At first I just slowly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top in awe of its width. Slowly though, trying to create saliva like Beth had done on my cock I moved up and down the first few inches.



“Shit Eric, you’re a natural at this,” he groaned, which somehow turned me on more knowing I was having that sort of effect in him



I continued bobbing back and forth eager to get him off, although not wanting this moment to ever end. You remember your first home run, you remember your first kiss and I was going to forever remember my first time sucking black cock.



A few minutes later, time seeming irrelevant, Derrick said, “Fuck Eric, you really love my cock, don’t you?”



I couldn’t resist as I admitted, “I fucking love it.”



“I knew you would, cocksucker,” he said, before adding, “But we need to get going pretty soon or we will be late for the game. So sit up.”



I did, but still on my knees.



“I’m going to fuck your face,” he announced.



“O-o-okay,” I said nervously.



“Open up, slut,” he ordered and shoved his cock in my mouth.



Although he didn’t shove all ten inches in my mouth, he pumped his cock furiously between my lips and I just focused on not gagging and breathing. Strangely, sitting there being used for someone else’s pleasure really turned me on. I just shut my brain off, shut off my morals and was used as a cum bucket.



“I’m going to come down your pretty throat, cocksucker,” he grunted before seconds later I felt his salty seed explode in my mouth. I gagged a bit but swallowed all his seed. The taste was unexplainable, but one I knew I would want again.



As he pulled out, he asked, “Did you enjoy it?”



“Yes,” I admitted.



“Do you want my cock again?” He asked.



“Yes,” I again admitted.



“Do you need to come?”



“God, yes,” I said, my cock ready to burst for reasons unfathomable to me.



“You got hard sucking black cock and swallowing cum?” He questioned a smile on his face.



Shame washed over me as I admitted, “I guess so.”



“I thought you were straight,” he continued, pushing the knife of humiliation deeper into my back.



“So did I,” I smiled for the first time.



“Then what are you?” He asked, as he put his beautiful cock away.



“Your cocksucker,” I admitted, now understanding all his theories.



“My faggot?” He pushed.



“Yes, whatever you want to call me,” I agreed, knowing I would never say no to him again.



“Good faggots you know also take it in the ass,” he clarified.



I stammered, even though I liked the idea of Karen fucking me, his cock was too big, “I-I-it’s too big.”



“I’ll train that man cunt of yours first,” he said.



I laughed, thinking of the irony that it was already being trained without his knowledge, “I’m not sure.”



“Don’t worry, I am,” he said, before adding, as he made a call. “Slut are you home yet?” After a pause, “good get your ass over here as soon as you get home…and hurry.”



“We will be in a hurry when the slut gets here so get your pants off,” he said.



“Who? Beth?” I asked, baffled.



He laughed, “Oh no, this cougar is one eager little black cock loving slut.”



“How many do you have?” I asked, in awe of his prowess.



“Girls or guys?” He chuckled.



“Both,” I asked, wanting to know how I fit into this picture.



“Over two dozen women and you’re faggot number six,” he said.



“What other guys?” I asked, curiosity taking over, as I got out of my pants and underwear.



“I don’t turn straight boys and tell,” he laughed.



“Do I know them?” I asked.



“Yep, one is even on the team,” he revealed as he noticed my butt plug, which I had got so use to I forgot it was there.



“Is that a plug in your ass?” He asked for the first time surprised.



Shame again hit me as I stammered, “Y-y-yes, Karen made me.”



“That is fucking priceless. I knew she wore the pants in your relationship, but I didn’t know she also had the cock,” he laughed.



“It’s not like that,” I tried to defend.



“How is it then?” He asked.



“She let me fuck her ass last night, but only if I promised her mine tonight,” I explained.



“And after seeing coach get ass fucked you were eager and curious,” he added.



“It was before that,” I corrected.



“Well, I guess you’re already being trained to be a faggot,” he said, just as there was a knock at the door.



“Come in, slut,” he yelled.



A voice I recognized instantly as our cold as ice principal Mrs. Anderson, as she said, “I thought you would be headed back to school for the game by….”



She stopped when she saw me half naked in front of her.



Derrick said, “Eric here is all hard after giving me his first blow job.”



My face went red at the thought of my principal knowing I sucked cock, although obviously she had submitted to him too.



“You can’t be serious?” She questioned, her tone firm like she always was in school.



“Knees now, slut,” he ordered.



“Derrick this was between you and I,” she said.



“Did you mistake this as a conversation where you have any say?” He questioned. “I don’t fuck and tell but all my subs are free game amongst each other.”



“This is going too far,” she continued her defiant behaviour.



“Either do as you’re told or leave slut, but if you leave you will never get my cock again,” he threatened, his tone firm.



After a brief delay, her resolve dissipated, just like mine had earlier, and she whispered, “What do you want me to do?”



“I was just going to get you to suck my new cocksucker’s cock, but now that you were so difficult I think he gets that cunt of yours,” he said.



“I’ll suck him,” she said, moving to me and dropping to her knees. She took me between her lips and began bobbing quickly. I couldn’t believe our chubby, pretty, huge tit bitch principal, was also under his spell.



After a minute of sucking, “Derrick said, “Lift up that skirt of yours and beg Eric to fuck that cunt of yours.”



“Please, just let me blow him,” she pleaded.



“You have five seconds to have that cunt ready,” he threatened.



Defeated, she pulled up her skirt, revealing she too was in thigh highs and was not wearing any underwear. She bent over the couch, a humiliated look in her eyes.



“Beg me, slut,” I ordered, suddenly feeling powerful over the ice queen bitch.



She glared at me, looked at Derrick before saying, “Please Eric fuck my cunt.”



Hearing the ice queen use the word ‘cunt’ was hot and yet unreal. I slid my cock in her surprisingly wet cunt and groaned, “Shit, she is soaked.”



“She is the biggest slut in our school and yet no one knows,” Derrick said.



Horny as hell, I slammed my cock into her colliding with her wide ass. After a couple of minutes, Derrick said, “I’ll be back in a few going to get my uniform and take a piss.”



“Sure,” I said, loving hearing the moans of Mrs. Anderson as I pounded her from behind.



Her early resistance faded as she begged, “Harder Eric, fuck me harder.”



I obliged as I slammed into her with full force making her scream.



“Oh God yes, Eric, hammer my cunt,” she continued.



“I thought you didn’t want my cock in that wet box of yours?” I asked, shifting from submissiveness a few minutes ago to dominant.



“Just fuck me,” she moaned, her whole demeanor changing from ice cold to hellish hot once her cunt was filled with my cock.



“Tell me you’re a slut, Principal Anderson,” I ordered.



“Just fuck me,” she repeated, although her tone was her usual bossy one.



“Do as you’re told,” I ordered, trying to be firm like Derrick, as I slapped her fat ass.



“Fuck Eric,” she whimpered, before adding, “Fine, your principal is a dirty fucking slut. Is that better?”



“A contradictory bitch,” I added.



“Yes,” she moaned.



“Who wants to get ass fucked,” I continued.



To my surprise, she replied with a smile, “You really are a dirty boy, Eric.”



“Beg to have your ass fucked,” I ordered, pulling out and moving my cock to her back door.



“Oh God Eric, fuck my ass,” she pleaded, actually moving her ass back onto my cock.



As my cock slowly penetrated her ass she pushed back, I added, “You mean your fat ass?”



“Yes, dammiiiiiit, fuck my fat ass,” she moaned as my cock disappeared into her.



“Man I wish everyone knew that the ice queen was a fucking ass slut,” I said.



“Oh God,” she moaned as her ass cheeks made contact with my body all my cock now in her.



“Ride me slut,” I instructed, eager to watch our chubby but pretty principal fuck herself in the ass with my cook.



“Yes,” she eagerly agreed, beginning to move back and forth.



“Yes, what?” I asked, my cock being milked so well I had very little time left to enjoy my principal.



“Yes, I love your cock in me,” she moaned, as she continued bouncing on my cock.



A few more strokes and my balls bubbled and I pulled out, pulled her by the hair to my cock and pumped it vigorously. Without instruction, she opened her mouth wide like the cum slut she was. My first rope of cum shot right into her mouth as did the second. The third and fourth hit her black blouse, my white gooey cum a cool contrast.



She took my cock back in her mouth and cleaned my cock.



Derrick said, obviously back downstairs, “We got to go.”



“Get yourself off, slut,” I ordered.



“A submissive and a Dom,” Derrick chuckled.



I shrugged.



Principal Anderson, obviously hungry to get off, laid back on the floor with no shame and began rubbing her clit.



Derrick said, “Lock up when you are done, slut.”



“Yeeeees, Massssster,” she nodded as her orgasm got close.



I wanted to bury my face in her cunt, but resisted knowing we had to get going. I said, “Next time I want to taste that cunt of yours in your office.”



“Okkkkaaaaaay,” she moaned, as her orgasm hit.



Back in the car, I asked amazed, “Is there anyone you can’t get?”



“Not yet,” he shrugged.



“I can’t believe I did what I did,” I said, as I began driving.



“Sucking cock or fucking Principal Anderson?” he asked.



“Both,” I admitted, my life changing so much after catching him in the act with coach a couple of days ago.



“Well, I got another surprise for you yet,” he said.



“What would that be?” I asked.



“Do you like Beth?” he questioned.



“Yes,” I admitted.



“You would choose her over Karen wouldn’t you?” he asked.



“It’s not that black and white,” I said.



He laughed, “That is an ironic answer.”



I laughed back, “I suppose it is.”



“So who would you choose?” he asked.



“I like them both,” I admitted, the conversation still surreal considering what he had just made me do.



“Ok, Karen is hot, probably amazingly kinky in bed and a complete bitch outside of it,” he properly assessed.



“Very accurate,” I concurred.



“Beth is more cute than hot, will be as kinky as you train her to be, and yet has the biggest heart in the world,” Derrick said.



“When you put it that way it seems pretty obvious,” I said, him ironically making it rather black and white.



“Or to put it another way, not that you are ready for it, but who could you imagine marrying down the road?” he asked.



“What are you the guru of love and bisexuality?” I joked, this conversation just so surreal.



He laughed, “Truthfully I am just about getting laid and lately turning white guys, but Beth is special…even more special than you know”



I agreed, “There is something about her I have always been drawn to.”



He smiled, clearly knowing something I didn’t, “After today I am quite sure you two are meant to be.”



“Why is that?” I asked, thinking sucking another guy’s cock not something that usually woos the ladies.



“Trust me, I’m right,” he said, as we pulled into the school parking lot.



“Karen will rip me a new one,” I said.



“She already plans to tonight,” he joked.



“Touche,” I laughed.



“Well you have a choice to make my little cocksucker,” he said.



My face blushed again as I wondered could I really have Beth? After fifteen minutes of somewhat normal conversation, there it was again. “Can you not call me that?” I asked.



“I won’t in public, but when it’s just us two you are still my cocksucker,” he said adding, “Unless, of course, you don’t want to have it in your mouth again.”



I sighed, “No, I want it again.”



“Right now?” he asked.



I did truthfully, but looking at the clock we were already ten minutes late. “We’re already late.”



“It’s okay, I have something on coach,” he joked, grabbing his crotch before getting out of the car.



We won the game rather handily 88-56 and on the court nothing had changed. I was still the man. Could I be both a dominant and a submissive? It seemed so replaying the day.



I decided after the game, I would tell Karen we were through. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, but I would avoid getting fucked in the ass, although part of me wanted to try it.



The plug in me all day and yesterday causing a growing curiosity to feel what it would be like, yet the reality was I still wanted to keep the facade of being a man’s man…despite my obvious hunger for Derrick’s cock.



Yet, like everything else this week, things didn’t go according to plan.



5. ROYALLY FUCKED



I went to meet Karen with the plan to break up with her, but ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for.



I texted her:



We need to talk.



She responded back almost immediately:



You know where I am.



I sighed knowing just how hard this was going to be. I liked Karen a lot; she was everything a teenage guy could ask for, yet that was no longer enough for me…I wanted more than just sex and I could get that with Beth. Knowing Beth liked me, even though she was Derrick’s submissive, overpowered everything else. It was strange but somehow Derrick’s strange Cupid like advice had me thinking of a future with Beth…even though we both had submitted to Derrick.



I knocked on the door and Karen called out, “Come in.”



I took one more deep breath before heading into the verbal slaughter I knew was coming once I broke up with her.



The first of the domino of surprises that still awaited me that night started when I learned Karen wasn’t alone.



Entering the room, I was surprised to find Karen was on a bench legs spread open and even more surprised to see another cheerleader, Skye, on her knees licking Karen’s pussy.



“Hey baby, here is your answer to do I play with girls,” she smiled.



All my resolve to break up with her vanished as I watched every straight guy’s fantasy, of two girls playing with each other.



“Come join us, baby,” she moaned, “Skye wants to watch.”



My eyes went big at the thought of another girl, a classmate, watching me get sodomized.



“R-r-really?” I stammered.



“Sure, she is very eager,” Karen moaned, pulling the brunette deeper into her pussy.



I watched the lesbian action for a minute or two my cock growing instantly.



“Give me your cock, baby,” Karen demanded.



I walked over, tentative, having Skye there making me uncomfortable and excited at the same time.



As I stood in front of her, Karen quickly fished out my almost fully-erect cock and began sucking.



As she bobbed, I glanced down to watch Skye licking Karen’s pussy. Skye was moving her head sideways while her tongue remained extended. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person.



Skye, although not as beautiful as Karen, but she was a solid nine and had the tightest ass in the school. Like Karen, she was a complete bitch to the unpopular kids, a stereotypical cheerleader in every sense of the word.



I suddenly wondered if Karen was going to let me fuck Skye.



I also noticed there was a cheerleading outfit and thigh highs on another bench, which I thought was curious.



Karen allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she put her hands on the bench she was sitting on, closed her eyes and allowed the orgasm that had been building to flow through her.



Watching a woman’s facial expression immediately before the orgasm hits and during the brief euphoria that follows is super sexy…especially because they are so vulnerable during this moment of pleasure no longer worried about looking perfect.

Opening her eyes, a minute later, Karen asked, “Ready, baby?”



“For what?” I asked, glancing down at Skye, implying I wasn’t comfortable to do what we had agreed upon with a witness.



“To get ass fucked,” she said bluntly.



Skye looked up, her face coated with Karen’s wetness, and upped the ante, “And to take my ass.”



My cock flinched at Skye’s words.



“I think he likes your proposal,” Karen said looking down at Skye, before turning to me and adding, “But first we need to get you in costume.”



“Excuse me?” I questioned, distracted by the thought if fucking Skye’s perfectly curved ass.



“If I’m going to fuck you like a girl, you need to be dressed as one,” she said.



“I didn’t agree to that,” I protested.



“I wasn’t asking your opinion,” she replied, her bitchy tone on full display.



“Plus, it will be twice as hot that way when you take my ass,” Skye said. “You do want to fuck my ass, don’t you Eric?”



What does one say to such a question when your girlfriend is right beside you? I looked for help from Karen.



She shrugged, “I’ve fucked her ass already, but she has yet to have a real pulsing cock in her ass and I offered her your cock.”



“That was awful nice of you,” I quipped.



“I know,” she smiled, before ordering, “Now put on your uniform, I even bought you nylons since you love them so much.”



“On you,” I pointed out.



“I think you will look very sexy in them,” she countered.



“Show him that ass for motivation, Skye,” Karen ordered.



Skye got off her knees, bent over so far she touched her toes and Karen moved over and flipped up Skye’s skirt.



“Do you like?” Karen asked.



Skye’s ass was pantyhose clad and sans underwear, but with a hole exactly where her rosebud appeared. I stammered, “I-I-I-love.”



“Good, now get in your costume,” Karen demanded again.



Any doubts about doing as she said dissipated when I glanced back at Skye’s inviting pantyhose clad ass. I moved the few feet to the cheerleading outfit and got undressed.



Once in my underwear only, Karen ordered, “Those too.”



I obeyed, my stiff cock pointing directly at the two sexy, slutty cheerleaders both still in their uniform…although only Skye still had on her mocha pantyhose.



“Now it’s time for you to become my pretty little slut,” Karen purred.



The name calling did not turn me on, but the thought of fucking Skye whose ass was begging for attention, kept me obedient. I put on the ridiculously tight sweater and the skirt.



Karen then suggested “Skye, why don’t you come and finish dressing up our little slut.”



“Hmmmmmmm,” Skye purred, finally moving from her obscenely impressive flexible bending, and moved to me. “Sit down, slut.”



I obeyed, slightly ashamed that my cock was so hard when I was being treated so demeaning by my girlfriend.



Skye took the first thigh high and kneeling before me rolled the stocking up and slowly, like a snail meandering, moved up my leg. Her breath hot, wet and so near my cock had me ready to do whatever I had too to get her ass.



Finally, the top of the first thigh high reached my thigh. “Is this for me?” she asked, squeezing my iron stiff cock.



“All for you,” I replied suavely.



Skye asked, looking at Karen instead of me, “Can I have a taste?”



“Go ahead, get it ready for that ass of yours,” Karen said.



I watched as another woman put their mouth around my cock. If this was a porn movie it would be criticized as being even too farfetched for porn.



It was less than a minute, before she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she grabbed the other stocking. She repeated the slow process slithering the stocking up my leg. She joked, “Next time we better shave our little girl.”



Being called a little girl should have made me embarrassed, yet at this moment it turned me on. I was theirs to do as they pleased.



Once the second stocking was on my leg, she sat up, grabbed my cock and pulled me up from the bench.



Turning to me, Skye asked, “Ready to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours Eric?”



“If you insist,” I joked.



She bent over, gripping the bench to balance herself, her pantyhose clad ass right in front of me.



Karen moved to us, handing me a tube of lube. She grabbed Skye’s ass and ripped at the seam of her crotch creating a gaping hole for my erect cock. Karen then lowered herself in-between Skye’s legs and buried her face in-between Skye’s ass cheeks. My cock flinched at the nasty erotic sight even as my mind wondered to Beth burying her face between coach’s cum-leaking ass. Beth. I was going to dump Karen today and instead I am dressed as a girl, getting ready to fuck another girl’s ass while eventually getting my own ass fucked. My life was officially out of control.



“That’s it, eat my ass,” Skye moaned.



Karen eventually stood back up, took the lube and poured some between Skye’s ass cheeks.



Turning back to me, she poured lube on my cock, then stroking it. “Ready, baby?” Karen purred.



“Yes, baby,” I replied, Skye’s ass begging me to fuck it.



“Go ahead, my girl, fuck my slut,” Karen said.



Hearing her call Skye ‘her slut’ made me smile, not remotely surprised that Karen was the one in control in their lesbian relationship.



“More than ready,” I agreed, as I moved behind Skye and positioned my cock at her puckered back door.



“Shove it in, Eric,” Skye demanded.



I obliged the demand, pushing my cock slowly inside her back door. It was so tight yet I kept pushing my cock deeper.



“Fuuuuuck,” Skye whimpered, my cock widening her ass.



“You like that?” I asked, as the last inch of my cock filled her ass.



“Fuuuck, so much bigger than Karen’s cooooock,” Skye whimpered.



“You’re super fucking tight,” I groaned.



“Tighter than me,” Karen questioned.



I looked back and saw she was now wearing a black strap-on cock, of course it was black…although thankfully a lot smaller than Derrick’s massive rod.



“Ready to be in a cheerleader’s sandwich,” Karen asked, her hand stroking her fake cock.



Karen looked stupidly hot with a cock hanging between her legs and any lingering doubts I had about allowing her to fuck me and take my anal cherry had disappeared.



“Whatever you say, Mistress,” I replied, getting into the submissive act.



“Good answer, Erica,” she said, pouring lube on her black cock.



My face blushed at how she changed my name from masculine to feminine with just one letter added to my name.



“Yes, you will be Erica for the rest of the night, is that understood, slut?” she asked me, the question rhetorical.



“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, as I began moving my cock in and out of Skye’s ass trying to maintain my manhood while preparing to really allow my feminine side to be exposed.



“Good girl, Erica,” Karen purred, the tone she gave whenever she got what she want…which was always.



Skye moaned, “Fuck Erica, you are such a bad, bad, giiiirl.”



“As are you,” I grunted back just as I felt Karen’s hands on my hips.



“Relax, slut,” Karen ordered.



My cock deep in Skye’s ass, I waited for the inevitable. “Yes, Mistress.”



“Beg for me to fuck your ass, Erica,” she ordered.



Feeling the plastic toy between my cheeks, I begged, curious to feel what it was like to get ass fucked, as I continued to fuck Skye, “Please Karen take your slut’s virgin ass.”



“Don’t you mean cunt, my little sissy?” she questioned as lube was poured between my ass cheeks.



“Yes, Mistress, fuck my cunt with your big cock,” I begged, the words sounding as ludicrous as they were.



“Good girl,” Karen purred as I felt cock begin to push forward.



I clenched my teeth as even the cockhead of her cock was wider than the toy I had yesterday. My cock remained buried deep in Skye as Karen began her journey deep into me.



The pain was sharp, yet my cock in Skye’s ass numbed the pain. I just allowed Karen to sodomize me like a little girly slut.



Eventually, my ass was filled and I was literally sandwiched between two hot cheerleaders.



“How does it feel, Erica?” Karen asked, her tone telling me she loved this.



The burn in my ass was not fading, yet I couldn’t deny the reality that it felt good to have my ass filled. I wanted to feel now what it felt like to get fucked…like a girl. I answered, “Good.”



“Just good?” she questioned, feeling my ass full I wanted more.



“Please fuck me,” I begged, wanting to feel what it felt like to be fucked instead of the one doing the fucking.



“Your tight little cunt?” Karen asked, obviously turned on by my feminization.



“Yes, fuck my tight cunt,” I begged.



Karen’s hands squeezed my hips, conversely I squeezed Skye’s, and I felt the slow pull out of her cock and then back in; as she slowly fucked me, the pain faded away and a strange pleasure replaced it. It was indescribable; it wasn’t intense like having Beth’s mouth on my cock, but it was a tingling pleasure that created goose bumps throughout my body.



After a couple of minutes of getting slowly fucked, I wanted more. I wanted to be pounded, to be used. I finally said, “Harder, Mistress.”



“My little bitch really wants her cunt fucked hard, doesn’t she,” she teased.



“Oh God yes,” I moaned like a girl.



“Let’s make this a real sex sandwich,” Karen said. “I want you to bounce back on my cock and then slam forward into Skye.”



“Your wish is my command,” I agreed.



Although awkward at first, as I slowly got used to the rhythm, I began to get fucked and fuck. I filled my ass with Karen’s cock and then filled Skye’s ass with mine.



The two sensations, polar opposites, created a sexy equilibrium that was impossible to explain. My cock and ass, equally receiving pleasure that contradicted themselves, created a balance of pleasure that was euphoric and yet not climatic (yet another oxymoron).



“Faster, Erica,” Karen ordered after a couple of minutes.



“Yes bitch, fuck my ass harder,” Skye demanded.



The next few minutes were pure sexual perfection. In a smooth rhythm, I slammed into Karen’s cock filling my ass deeply, my cock almost leaving Skye’ ass, then I slammed forward penetrating her as deep as I could with my cock.



Skye and I took turns whimpering from getting ass fucked, our breathing getting heavier until I knew I was going to come.



I warned, “I’m going to come soon.”



Karen ordered, “Fill my slut’s ass, Erica, while I fuck you to orgasm.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed, burying my cock as deep as I could into Skye.



I remained buried in her ass, as Karen began fucking me hard. Each forward thrust somehow pushed me to new uncharted depths in Skye and simultaneously it seemed to milk my prostate.



“Fuuuuuck,” I grunted, a couple of strokes later as I shot my load in Skye’s ass.



“Fuuuuuck,” Skye screamed herself as she frantically rubbed her clit bringing herself to orgasm.



Neither Skye nor I moved for a minute as we allowed our orgasms to flow through us. When Karen finally pulled out of me, my ass felt surprisingly empty. I had never come as hard as I had just then.



I pulled out of Skye and watched my cum leak out of her back door.



Shifting back into the dominant mode I was in when I took Karen’s ass yesterday, I ordered, “Go get my cum, slut.”



“From princess to king?” She smiled, still wearing the cock that had taken my virginity.



“Get licking, don’t you dare waste any of your king’s cum,” I ordered with a smile.



Her smile faded away as she ordered, “No, I think you will retrieve your own cum from Skye’s ass.”



“Pardon,” I stammered.



“You’re my bitch tonight, Erica. Now eat your cum,” she ordered.



Her glare and cold tone startled me but I obeyed, dropping to my knees between Skye’s ass cheeks and stared at my white goo.



I felt a hand on my head that pushed my face into Skye’s ass and my cum, “Get eating, Erica.”



I had no choice as I sucked my own cum out of Skye’s ass.



Was it humiliating? Yes.



Was it disgusting? Kind of.



Did it turn me on? Yes.



“Now my little faggot,” she ordered, already impatient with my lack of obedience.



Obeying, like I always did in the end, I lowered myself and tentatively licked Skye’s ass. I had never tasted my own cum, although I had been curious about my own taste. It was quite different from Derrick’s taste, not necessarily better or worse, just different.



A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my head push me into Skye’s ass cheeks as Karen said, “I told you to eat her ass not make love to it.”



I extended my tongue and licked Skye’s rosebud and my cum that was still leaking out of it. The act was so humiliating, so gay and yet my cock was growing again in spite of it.



“Like the taste of cum, Erica?” Karen asked a minute later.



“Ìt’s okay,” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I actually enjoyed the taste of cum, although it was the taste of Derrick’s cum that popped into my head.



Skye stood up and said, “Sorry, but my legs are cramping.”



Karen laughed, “Well that was fun.”



“Orgasmic,” Skye quipped.



“And you?” Karen asked, pulling me up and kissing me.



“It was…” I paused, before adding playfully, “a little give and take.”



“That it was,” Karen laughed back.



“Can I get undressed?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious of my girlie attire.



“I suppose,” Karen said, as she sat back down and ordered, “Skye come and get me off again.”



I was getting undressed when there was a knock on the door, followed by Derrick’s voice, “Are you done banging your girlfriend, Eric. It’s time for just the guys.”



“Nice,” Karen said, “banging.”



“I did get banged,” I joked, as I finished taking off the dress.



“Keep the thigh highs on, Erica,” she ordered, as she held Skye’s head between her legs.



“Really?” I asked, protesting, “I’m going out with the guys.”



“Do you plan to get naked with them?” she asked.



I thought to myself, ‘Good chance’, yet answered, “Good point,” and pulled my jeans on over the silk thigh high stockings.



“Hurry up or I am coming in there,” Derrick called out.



Skye went to move her head obviously not wanting to be caught in the act of lesbian submission. “Keep licking slut.”



“Be right there,” I called out.



“Be a good girl,” Karen joked as I finished getting dressed.



“Yes, Mistress,” I joked, thinking I would possibly be doing exactly that, my cock undeniably hard at the thought.



I headed out, slipping out the door to not reveal the lesbian action still going on, wondering what Derrick had in mind for me. Even after fucking Skye in the ass, getting ass fucked myself and all the other sexual conquests I had been a part of, both giving and receiving, today, I was already growing again with anticipation of pleasing Derrick again. I really was a straight faggot.



6. BREAKING UP AND FALLING IN LOVE



Once back in the hallway, I walked around the corner and saw a smiling Derrick who asked, “So I am guessing you didn’t dump the ice queen.”



“She isn’t so bad,” I said.



“To you and her posse,” he said.



“I suppose,” I shrugged. “I can’t fathom how I can break up with her and not have her crush me. Breaking up with her is social suicide.”



“Unless you catch her cheating on you,” he said.



“Ironic, since I have already cheated on her,” I replied.



“True, but she doesn’t know that,” he said. “Is she alone now?”



“No, Skye is with her,” I admitted.



“Kinky little fuck isn’t she,” he smiled.



“Thinking of the ass fucking I just took, I said, “You don’t know the half of it.”



“Want me to fuck her?” he asked.



“Pardon?” I asked, surprised by his bluntness, although I shouldn’t have been.



“My bitch cheerleader is Skye; I could easily walk in there now and I bet within five minutes your girlfriend would be on her knees sucking my cock,” he said confidently.



“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.



“Give me your phone,” he said.



“Why?” I asked.



“Now,” he said.



I did and he instructed, “In ten minutes return to the room to get your phone you accidently left in the room. I am pretty sure you will catch us in the act. Play the devastated boyfriend card and storm out.”



“You can really get her in ten minutes?” I asked.



“Guaranteed,” he confidently said as he texted someone on his phone.



I would have doubted him but I had seen him in action. I watched him walk back the way I just left and waited. I realized I had just chosen to let the guy who had turned me now go and fuck my girlfriend. I also realized I was okay with it if it meant I could end up with Beth when everything was all said and done. One day had changed everything and yet I wouldn’t possibly change a thing.



It was the longest ten minutes of my life, yet when he didn’t come back out a couple minutes after walking in on Skye assumedly still eating Karen, I assumed he was well on his way to turning another white girl to black cock. Oddly, instead of being devastated that my girlfriend was cheating on me, I was jealous that it wasn’t me sucking his cock. I couldn’t deny it; I wanted it in my mouth again. I wondered if I could take all his cock in my ass like coach had. I pondered how Beth and I could have a relationship with the baggage that went with our submission to the same guy.



Tentatively, I went to the door and listened. I couldn’t hear anything and wondered if he was successful. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in on Karen, bent over, getting fucked from behind by Derrick as Skye was underneath her seemingly still licking her cunt…which meant theologically Derrick was in Karen’s ass. Karen’s sounds were a mixture of moaning and whimpering, clearly she was still getting used to the big cock in her ass.



Hearing the door open, she turned to me and her mouth dropped open.



I stared at her pretending to be shocked even though what I was really thinking was again ‘was if I could take all his cock in my ass’.



I stammered, “W-w-what the fuck are you doing?”



Derrick answered for her, “S-s-she is taking a cock in her tight ass.”



“You fucking bastard,” I snapped.



“Sorry man, I can’t control who wants my chocolate stick,” he said as he continued fucking her.



“Karen,” I said, feigning devastation.



“I-I-I’m sorry,” she struggled to get out as her ass was filled with cock.



“Stop fucking him then,” I demanded, playing the wounded card as well as I could.



“I-I-I can’t,” she moaned, as she grabbed Skye’s shoulders to keep her balance from the extreme ass reaming that was now happening.



“Whatever,” I said, getting angry like I had seen in the movies, “Have the slut, I had her first,” and stormed out.



I went to my car unsure what to do when I was shocked once again. Waiting at my car was Beth.



I walked over to her and said, “Hi, Beth, what are you doing here?”



“Derrick called me to say you and I had a date,” she said confidently.



“Really,” I asked.



“Do we?” she asked.



“I think we do,” I smiled.



“Good, because I am not taking no for an answer,” she said, leaning in and kissing me.



I was in awe. Shy Beth was hitting on me. I melted into her. When Karen and I kissed it was passionate and sloppy; this kiss sent electric shockwaves through me. It was tender, it was passionate, it was urgent and it was perfect.



When the kiss was finally broken, she said, “My parents are out of town this weekend; do you want to go to my place?”



“I’ll go anywhere you want to go,” I said, knowing the difference between lust and love with just one kiss.



“Good, because tonight you’re mine,” Beth said, her hand squeezing my cock.



“Yes, Mistress,” I joked.



“Hmmm, you will be my bitch tonight?” she asked, rubbing my cock, the words out of her cute lips so hot.



“I’ll obey unconditionally,” I said, willing to do anything to be with her.



“Well, getting Derrick to fuck that slut of yours was pretty good proof of your willingness to be mine,” she said.



“How do you know that?” I asked.



“Derrick texted me,” she said. “He said you would be single by the time I got here.”

WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins (for the TEAM OLIVIA 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 Goamz 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 ends 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: Victoria Wins.



As I drove towards my confrontation with Olivia a plan suddenly popped into my head.



I pulled over and called June, Olivia’s mother and my pet.



“Hi, slut,” I said.



“It’s almost midnight,” she said. Clearly, I had woken her up and she wasn’t pleased.



“Thanks, clock,” I quipped sarcastically. “I expect you to be ready to be picked up in ten minutes.”



“That isn’t possible,” she said.



“I wasn’t asking your opinion,” I snapped. “Be fucking ready in ten minutes or else the video goes viral.”



“And what am I to tell my husband?” she asked.



“That you have a teen Mistress and she needs her cunt licked, or that you have become a submissive play thing because of your bitch daughter,” I replied, before adding, “or you could just say that you have to go pick up Olivia from a party.”



“Fine,” she said, clearly pissed at her predicament.



“See you in ten,” I said, all sing-song, “And dress to please.”



“Fine,” she said again, although it obviously wasn’t fine.



I called a dozen of my friends, all victims of Olivia’s, or the cheerleader’s, nasty ways and told them to meet me at Becka’s. I also quickly drove back home and grabbed a few of my toys.



Mom asked, now in her pajamas, “What are you going to do?”



“Get revenge,” I said, going to my room and grabbing every toy I had…and handcuffs I had bought long ago but had never used.



Coming back down the stairs, I quickly explained my plan and Mom asked, “Think it can work?”



“I hope so,” I said, the plan not really thought out much beyond the impulse it was.



“I really don’t want you to go,” she said.



“I have no choice,” I said. “You are too weak to stand up to her and thus I must.”



“But what if she gets you, too?” Mom asked.



“She won’t,” I said, confidently.



“She is not one to lose,” Mom pointed out.



“Neither am I,” I countered, kissing her on the lips before adding, “Once I am done tonight, the only Mistress you will have is me.”



“I hope so,” she said, her tone implying she was sincere.



I left her alone and headed to the Phillips’. As soon as I arrived, Lauren came out in a hurry, her heels in her hand, as she reached the car. Once in, I started driving as she said, “This thing with you and Olivia has gone far enough.”



“I couldn’t agree more,” I said. “That is where you come in.”



“How so?” she asked, as she began putting her heels on.



“I am going to confront her right now and you are going to help me put her in her place,” I said.



“What’s my role?” she asked.



“Blackmail,” I smiled ominously, my devious plan beginning to form.



We arrived at Becka’s and, as instructed, the rest of the group was waiting across the street. “Let’s go, slut.”



“Who are those people?” she asked.



“Just a few of your daughter’s enemies,” I smiled, getting out of the car and grabbing my bag.



Walking across the street, I said, “Thanks for coming, ladies.”



“Are you serious?” Tara asked. Tara was an outcast for standing up to Olivia our sophomore year, otherwise she would probably be in the cheerleader cult herself as she was drop dead gorgeous and from a wealthy, prestigious family.



“Deadly,” I said, “They say revenge is a bitch and, well, she is a bitch.”



“You brought her mother?” Skyler asked, a sweetheart who always wore pigtails. Her parents were hippies, and she was always in long dresses and sandals, although I had noticed more than once, that she always wore pantyhose, too.



“Slut, say hi to your daughter’s soon to be Mistresses,” I ordered.



“You can’t be serious?” Lauren said, looking at the mismatched group of female outcasts.



“Take off your heels, slut,” I demanded.



“This needs to end,” she repeated.



“It will tonight,” I promised, leading her to the grass and beside a van that would hide her from vehicles passing by, but not from people looking out their windows. “Now take off your fucking heels, you stupid fucking cunt.”



“Fine,” she sighed dramatically, to show the slight hint of stubborn dignity she still had left, as she reluctantly obeyed.



Her heels off, I ordered, “Fuck yourself with one of them.”



“Excuse me,” she gasped.



“On second thought double fuck yourself, one in your cunt and the other in your arse. One day you will fucking learn to obey or do you like getting punished?”



“Please, Mistress,” she begged, looking at the half dozen teenagers she didn’t know.



“Any more disobedience and I will have you knock on that door and ask if they will fuck your fat fucking arse with whatever they wish,” I threatened.



Her eyes big, finally catching on I was serious, she whispered, “Yes, Mistress,” before lifting up her dress and putting the heel in her cunt.



I said, “Tara, why don’t you assist her with the other heel.”



“Really?” she asked, her eyes going big as she and the others watched the MILF fuck herself with the heel of a shoe.



“Go ahead, the slut would love your assistance, wouldn’t you Olivia’s mother?” I asked.



“Yes, Mistress, I would love your friend’s help,” she said, as I gave her a look that said just do as you’re told.



Tara tentatively took the heel from Lauren and moved behind the MILF.



“Just shove it in,” I instructed, “The slut loves something in her arse, don’t you?”



The humiliated Lauren weakly agreed, “Yes, Mistress, I love having my ass filled.”



“You mean your arse?” I corrected, the word sounding nastier.



“Yes, Mistress, I meant I love having my arse filled,” she moaned, as she pumped the heel in her cunt.



Tara looked at me one more time before slowly pushing the heel into Lauren who whimpered as her arse got filled with the heel of the shoe.



“I expect to see both those heels pumping into our little MILF bitch,” I instructed, as Lauren stood awkwardly, on the grass looking absolutely hilarious. “Ladies and Simon, I am sick of these uppity bitches that think they run the school, particularly Olivia. She treats people like commodities and now it is time to return the favor.”



“H-h-how?” asked, Eleanor, a chubby redhead with crazy curly hair and too much acne who was humiliated by Olivia because she stutters when nervous.



“A full frontal assault,” I answered. “We go in like a team and I will threaten her with social suicide.”



“Who is with her?” Skyler asked.



“Not sure, maybe a couple of her bimbo followers and obviously Becka, who I think will side with us when the opportunity arises,” I said, hoping I was right.



“Then w-w-what?” Eleanor asked, clearly uncomfortable with this whole plan.



“Then we each get revenge on the bully bitches who have made our high school lives hell and make them our bitches,” I smiled, waving the bag around, “and then we really have some fun.”



“What’s in there?” Skyler asked.



“Toys, lots of toys,” I smiled.



“For what?” Skyler confusedly asked, not catching on.



“To literally fuck the living shit out of Olivia,” I responded matter-of-factly.



“Oh my God,” Eleanor gasped.



“Y-y-you m-m-mean have s-s-s-s-sex with h-h-her?” asked the shy Skyler.



“I mean humiliate her completely in front of all of us. It is time to get back at her for all the teasing, torture and humiliation we have all endured at the hands of that bitch,” I said, just as Lauren screamed.



“Too deep,” Lauren yelled, extremely loud for the public dogging she was currently a part of.



“On your knees,” I instructed, as I opened the bag of toys and pulled out a collar and leash, as Lauren obeyed, both her heels leaving her two holes.



I walked over to Olivia’s mother and put the collar around her neck and attached the leash as well. Once on, I asked, “Does anyone want the honor of walking our pet?”



“I do,” Skyler said, walking over to me and taking the leash rather eagerly, considering she was the shy one. Before bending down and saying, her tone all playful like she was talking to a real puppy, “Aaaaaah, does puppy need to go for a walk?”



“Y-y-yes,” Lauren stuttered, her humiliation burning right through her.



“So ladies, this is our time,” I said, feeling like I was making some inspiring speech that would change the world like a nerd-liberation-Ghandi. “Stand tall, don’t back down and do as I say.”



“I’m still unsure of the plan?” Eleanor said.



“Confront her, and turn her into the grovelling bitch she is, through blackmail and sheer force of numbers,” I explained.



“And I get to fuck her?” Simon asked, a Star Wars fanatic who only wore Star Wars clothing and quoted the movies all the time.



“You can put your light sabre in any of her three holes you wish,” I smiled.



“Sweet,” Simon said, grinning from ear to ear.



“May the force be in her,” I quipped, giggling to myself.



“Lead the way, Skyler,” I said, my confidence bubbling over. “It’s time.”



Just as we were about to cross the street, a car drove by, slowing down and getting a good look at a group of teenagers with a pet MILF. I waved as the older gentleman drove by before we crossed the street, led by our MILF pet crawling on all fours.



Finally, reaching the door, I stopped and threatened Lauren. “If you don’t obey every fucking order inside or try to prevent our revenge on your bitch daughter, the video of you and June dyking out goes viral.”



“Yes, Mistress,” she nodded.



I patted her head before I walked right in, having been at Becka’s many times before.



“Bitch, we are here,” I called out, grabbing the leash and leading Olivia’s mother to her.



“Come on…what the fuck,” Olivia said, as she saw her mother, on all fours with a collar around her neck and being led by a leash.



Entering the room, I saw it was only Olivia, Katrina, Angela, and Becka, who was in-between Angela’s legs.



“What the fuck indeed,” I quipped, as I walked over to Becka and pulled her out from between the bimbo bitch cheerleader’s legs as the rest of my nerd posse entered the room.



“Oh, this is adorable,” Olivia laughed, “It’s revenge of the nerds.”



“If you recall, the nerds won,” Eleanor quipped.



“Or is this revenge of the zits,” Olivia snapped back.



“This ends tonight,” I said, keeping the focus on Olivia.



“Agreed,” Olivia said. “Becka get back between Angela’s legs.”



“Don’t you dare move Becka,” I ordered. “It is time to regain your dignity and our school.” Becka looked lost as to what she should do next, caught in the middle of two Dommes’ orders.



“Olivia laughed, “You think you can turn my own pets on me? How has that worked for your cunt-licking mother?”



“I don’t know, I have been too busy with your cunt-licking mother,” I countered, before ordering Lauren, “Go suck Simon’s cock and I expect a porn star blow job.”



“Please no,” Lauren said, looking at me in desperation.



Olivia ordered, “Mother, for fuck’s sake, stand up.”



“Lauren do as you’re fucking told or else,” I threatened, glaring down at her.



Lauren looked at me, then at Olivia and back to me, before wordlessly crawling to Simon and pulling his cock out of his pants.



“Mother!” Olivia screamed just as Lauren took the teen nerd’s cock in her mouth.



“Keep sucking, slut,” I ordered, my tone firm.



“Mother, stop right now,” Olivia demanded.



Lauren didn’t quit sucking Simon’s cock as I said, moving in front of Olivia, “So welcome to the new social hierarchy.”



“Excuse me?” she asked.



“Where I’m on the top and you’re on the bottom, both figuratively and literally,” I smiled.



“That will never happen,” she said, with her usual ice cold tone.



“Actually it will happen tonight,” I said confidently. “You’re my bitch now,” I said.



“Now that is funny,” Olivia said, as she glanced at her mom giving Simon head.



“You see your mom is my slut,” I began.



“And your mom is mine,” she countered, still smugly confident.



“True, but the difference is my mom is a nobody here. I don’t mean that in the real sense, but no one knows us here, and she could easily start over someplace else and forget this whole debacle ever happened. You and your mother, on the other hand, have an image to uphold, a pretentious grasp on the vain belief that your wealth and money matters. So if you release your video then we leave and start over…big deal; if I release my video your family’s reputation is completely ruined,” I threatened.



“How do I even know that you have this alleged video?” she asked, although I could see her first hint of doubt.



“Your mom is sucking Simon’s cock in front of a group of total strangers,” I said, turning to watch. Lauren, eyes closed, seemed to be enjoying Simon’s surprisingly big cock as she bobbed back and forth rather eagerly.



“Tell you what,” Olivia said, realizing her predicament, but still talking tough. “I will leave your mother alone if you’ll leave mine alone.”



“Or,” I said, smiling back at her with the same bitch smile she had used on others so many times, “You and your bimbo cheerleaders drop to your knees, serve me and the other so called outcasts.”



“Fuck you,” Katrina said, standing up.



“Actually, it will be one of us fucking you very soon,” I shot back. “Don’t forget, your mother is the other lesbo in the video.”



Olivia glared at Katrina, “Shut the fuck up, Katrina.”



Katrina glared at me, but sat down.



I quipped, my voice condescending as if I were talking to a puppy, “You’re already a well-trained pet, aren’t you?”



Katrina was dying to respond but didn’t as Olivia continued to try and bargain her way out of this situation, “Victoria, we need to end this pissing match.”



“Funny choice of words after what you did to my mother,” I said.



“Look, I’m sorry,” Olivia apologized, her facial expression and tone implying she realized she was in a bind and was desperately trying to find a way out of a situation she was, for once, not in control of.



“Oh God, yes, I’m coming, fuck,” Simon grunted as he came in the MILF’s mouth.



Skyler said, “Victoria, I got that all on film.”



“Awesome,” I said. “Get ready to put it online in case our new pets won’t play.”



Olivia sighed, as I saw the first look of fear in her eyes and knew I had her. “I can pay you.”



“You want to pay to eat my cunt and service all of us?” I asked, knowing that was not her intent. “That’s awfully generous of you.”



“How much will end this?” Olivia asked, obviously used to getting her way one way or another with either her looks, or the power of her money.



“I am going to make this very clear. Olivia, drop to your knees and beg to please me as you declare your unconditional servitude to me. The other two get on their knees and crawl to one of the so-called social outcasts,” I said, knowing I had her if I just remained patient.



“And if we do this, you will delete the evidence?” Olivia asked, her tone shifting from confident to almost pleading.



Angela gasped, standing up, “Olivia!”



“Shut up!” Olivia snapped at her, as Angela recoiled at Olivia’s tone and quickly sat back down.



“Of course, if you do the same,” I lied. “But you’d better obey every fucking order I make of you tonight, or the video goes viral and, trust me, it is a pretty graphic video.”



Olivia looked at her mom, who was now, much to my surprise, between Tara’s legs licking away.



“I think it is time for you to follow in your mother’s footsteps,” I smiled, pointing to Lauren.



Olivia continued to try to bargain. “I can make you a cheerleader.”



“So I can shake my tits, suck jock cock and look like a whore?” I asked. “No thanks, I’d rather just finish what you started.”



Olivia was furious at the insult, but continued to play nice as she continued to think she could buy her way out of her predicament. “My dad has major connections. He can get you into any college, and on a full scholarship.”



I laughed, “I have already been accepted to Harvard and Columbia on full scholarships, but thanks anyways.”

Grasping at straws, she said, “You can have Katrina and Angela as unconditional pets.”



“What?” they both questioned in unison.



“Just do as you’re told,” Olivia glared at them.



“I’ve had enough,” Angela said, standing up. “I am not your fucking plaything,” she snapped, before starting to leave.



“Get back here,” Olivia demanded.



Angela stopped, turned around and said to me, “I have evidence of Olivia cheating on last semester’s biology final. I can give it to you if you need any more blackmail evidence.”



“You fucking bitch,” Olivia yelled, moving towards her.



“Stop!” I ordered.



Olivia froze.



“Look, I am not here to deal with your petty cheerleader squabbling, but Angela I would love that evidence and in return you can have Olivia as your pet once I am done with her,” I offered.



Olivia gasped, “This is ridiculous.”



“On your knees, Olivia,” I ordered, knowing the time to finish this was now. ”



“But, I,” she began to protest.



“Fucking now, you dumb bitch,” I snapped, putting my hand on her shoulders and pushing her onto her knees.



She didn’t resist and I stood in front of Olivia kneeling in her rightful subservient position.



“Katrina, join your leader,” I ordered.



She glared at me, but obeyed, moving onto the floor and onto her knees.



A chill went up my spine as I had finally won. I had broken the unbreakable. I had saved my mother, and now I was about to get my revenge. Turning to Angela, who hadn’t left yet, I offered, “You are welcome to stay if you wish, it is going to be a long night of training these two.”



“I’d love to,” Angela smiled.



“Tonight I am Queen Victoria, is that clear?” I informed the two bitch cheerleaders below me.



“Yes, Queen Victoria,” Olivia whispered.



“Louder, slut,” I ordered, looking down on her.



“Yes, Queen Victoria,” Olivia said louder.



“Look in your owner’s eyes when you talk to her,” I demanded.



She looked up at me, tears beginning to form, as she repeated, “Yes, Queen Victoria.”



“And what about you Katrina?” I asked. “Who is your owner tonight?”



“You are Queen Victoria,” Katrina replied, her tone one of shock.



“Actually, the true answer is we all are your owners,” I smiled. “Now go find someone to serve, Katrina, while I train our former queen bee.”



“Yes, Queen Victoria,” she replied as she began to stand up.



“Get back on your fucking knees, slut!” I roared. “Pets fucking crawl.”



“S-s-sorry, Queen Victoria,” Katrina stuttered, clearly frightened by my sudden burst of anger.



“You’re forgiven,” I smiled, instantly speaking in a nice voice. “You are just a mindless sex puppet and sometimes I forget that you can’t think for yourself.”



Her face burned with anger or shame or a mixture of both.



“Now go fucking please one of your Mistresses,” I ordered.



I watched as Katrina was grabbed by the hair by Skyler who said, “I think we are going to give you some pigtails for me to pull.” I smiled, knowing that Katrina had tugged on Skyler’s many times.



Tara screamed, startling us all, “I’m comiiiiiiing.”



I looked over at Becka, who had been silent all this time, a wallflower like she had always been before I learned of her submission to Olivia. “Want to help me with training this bitch?”



“Yes, Mistress Victoria,” Becka nodded.



“Becka, we’re friends. I’m not your Mistress, although we can definitely role play sometime if you wish,” I smiled.



“I would love that,” she smiled, before adding, “Now let’s teach this bitch her place.”



“Did you just say bitch?” I gasped mockingly.



“Bitch, cunt, whore, slut,” Becka listed as she moved to a stunned Olivia and slapped Olivia’s across her face. “Payback is a bitch…bitch.”



“I love this new side of you Becka,” I purred.



Looking down at a red-faced and utterly bewildered Olivia, I asked, “Ready to serve?”



“Y-y-yes, Queen Victoria,” Olivia nodded.



“You will obey every order without hesitation?” I asked.



“Yes, Queen Victoria,” she whimpered.



“Good, Lauren get over here,” I ordered, as I went to my bag of toys. Pulling out two strap-on cocks and some lube, I said, looking to the other girls, “Girls, feel free to use the toys if you wish.” I smiled as I saw that Katrina was now naked and in pigtails.



“Skyler asked, “Do you have another one of those?”



“Strap-ons?” I asked.



She nodded her head eagerly.



“Yes, in the bag,” I smiled.



“Yummy,” she said, as she went to get one.



I returned to Olivia and Lauren and asked, “Ready to commit the ultimate sin?”



“What? Please, no,” Lauren said.



“Oh yes,” I said. “Both of you get naked except for the thigh highs. Olivia, that is at least one quirky kink we have in common.”



Both mom and daughter looked at each other before reluctantly obeying the order.



“Becka, get your video camera,” I instructed.



“Love to,” she said, quickly leaving the room.



“Please don’t make us do this,” Olivia pleaded.



“You mean like the way you made my mother try to seduce me?” I asked.



“This is your entire fault, Olivia,” Lauren coldly exclaimed, now wearing only thigh highs as well.



“What?” Olivia asked. “You’re the one on fucking film eating cunt.”



“To protect you,” Lauren snapped back. “I was blackmailed because Mistress Victoria caught you domming her mother and filmed it.”



“I could watch you two bicker all night, but I’d rather make an incest film to make sure you two forever understand the consequences of fucking with me,” I said.



Lauren pleaded one more time, “Mistress, make me take Simon’s cock in my cunt, make Olivia eat out every girl she ever treated poorly…”



“Mother! Don’t you…” Olivia began but was cut off by a harsh slap to the face by her mother.



“You got us in this fucking mess, so shut the fuck up while I try to deal with it,” Lauren blasted.



Olivia shut up.



“So here is the deal. You two will get into a 69. Whoever comes first loses and takes Simon’s cock in their arse. Is that clear?”



“Please, no,” Olivia began.



“Any more complaining and it will be my fist in your arse,” I threatened. “Now get eating.”



Becka was already filming as the two defeated women moved between each other’s legs on the floor and began committing the sin of incest. “Olivia, I want to hear you call her Mommy, and Lauren, I expect to hear you call Olivia your slut daughter.”



Behind me, I heard Skyler say, “Beg for it, bitch.”



“Oh God, harder, fuck me harder,” Katrina begged. I turned around to see Skyler fucking Katrina from behind holding Katrina by her pigtails.



“Who owns you?” Skyler asked.



“You dooooooo,” Katrina whimpered, clearly enjoying the hard pounding she was getting.



“And you will be my bitch at school too?” Skyler asked.



“Yeeees, whatever you waaaant,” Katrina agreed.



“We will hold hands at school and you will tell everyone I’m your girlfriend?” Skyler asked, stopping her thrusts with the cock buried deep inside Katrina.



“Oh God, Skyler, please don’t stop. I will do whatever you wish,” Katrina answered.



“Skyler, take her arse,” I suggested.



“Hmmmmm, does my new girlfriend pet want a cock in her ass?” Skyler asked.



“Please no, fuck my cunt. Fuck it hard,” Katrina pleaded.



“There is lube in the bag,” I said, turning back around to watch the main attraction.



Both women were now buried in each other’s cunts and the moans had begun. “Talk dirty, whores,” I ordered.



Olivia moaned, “Eat my cunt, Mommy.”



Lauren countered with, “Suck on Mommy’s clit, my fucking slut daughter. Bury your face deep in Mommy.”



I watched for a couple of minutes until I heard Katrina scream, “Taaaake it out.”



“I own your ass too, Katrina. Tell me, who owns your ass?” Skyler demanded.



“Y-y-you do,” Katrina answered through gritted teeth.



“And you want to give me your ass, don’t you?” Skyler asked, moving the cock out and then slamming it back into her.



“Yeeeeeeeees,” Katrina screamed, answering the question correctly, but being torn apart.



“Eleanor, come and let my slut lick your pussy,” Skyler said.



“I-I-I don’t know,” Eleanor said, her shyness clearly making her uncomfortable watching the mini orgy.



“Now!” Skyler demanded, clearly getting into the role of domme.



Eleanor was startled, but she took off her skirt, pantyhose and panties and parted her legs before Katrina’s face, who was now slowly getting fucked in the arse.



I watched Katrina begin licking Eleanor’s cunt before turning my attention back to the incest action.



“No fingers,” Lauren protested.



But I intervened. “All is fair in love and orgasms.”



Lauren then quickly moved her fingers to her daughter’s cunt and slid a couple fingers in.



“Mommmmmy nooooo,” Olivia moaned, clearly close to coming.



“I’m going to make you come like the fucking bitch you are, Olivia,” Lauren said, as she furiously finger-fucked her daughter.



“Oh God, Mommy, oh God, yes, Mommy, yes, yes, Mommmmy,” Olivia screamed as her orgasm hit her.



Lauren pulled her fingers out of her trembling daughter, straddled Olivia’s face and ordered, “Now get Mommy off.”



Lauren ground her cunt on Olivia’s face as the sounds of euphoria echoed behind me, as Katrina screamed, “Oh God, I’m going to come.”



“From getting ass fucked?” Skyler taunted.



“Yeeees, dammit, ream my ass,” Katrina begged, as she buried her face back in Eleanor’s cunt.



“That’s it my little girl, eat Mommy’s cunt, yes you little slut, yes, yes,” Lauren demanded, as she cupped her breasts and rode her daughter’s face. “Yeeeees,” she screamed as she came from fucking her daughter’s face.



Turning around, I watched as Eleanor grabbed Katrina’s head and held it deep in her cunt. The hard deep thrusts by Skyler into Katrina forced Katrina to pretty much fuck Eleanor’s cunt with her whole face.



Eleanor’s moans, which were quiet squeaks, increased and she came, without a word, a few seconds later.



As soon as Eleanor let go of Katrina’s head, Katrina begged, “Oh God, Mistress, girlfriend, shit, fuck, sooooo close.”



“Come you little ass slut, you fucking bitch,” Skyler demanded.



Katrina screamed as her orgasm hit, “Yeeeeees, shiiiit.”



Turning back to my two incest pets, now both lying on the floor recovering, I said, “Looks like you lost, Olivia.”



Lauren said, “But I’ll take the punishment.”



“But you won,” I said.



“Yes, but I just got carried away with a hunger to win to teach her a lesson,” Lauren said, “but she is my daughter still, plus she is a virgin back there.”



“Oh, Motherly love,” I sighed, wishing my mom would have stood up like that for me. “Give each other a passionate kiss.”



I watched as they rolled over and kissed. Watching the mother-daughter act I suddenly missed mom. Grabbing my phone, I called her, and as soon as she answered I ordered, “Get over to Becka’s now, Mother,” and hung up before she could respond.



“Both of you, on your knees,” I ordered, as they continued to kiss like lovers not mother and daughter. “And Simon, come and bring that big cock of your over here.”



Simon quickly came over, his cock rock hard, as the two sluts got on their knees. “Which arse do you want?”



“Can I have both?” he asked.



“So greedy,” I quipped laughing, “go ahead, but first, let me get into a more comfortable position.”



I moved to the couch, slipped out of my skirt and said, “Becka, come and join me.”



Becka smiled, “I thought you would never ask.”



After she joined me, I snapped my fingers at Olivia and pointed to my cunt. She obediently crawled to me and between my legs. Becka did the same and Lauren crawled between her legs. As both sluts licked our cunts, I asked, “Tara, can you grab us the lube.”



“Sure thing,” Tara said, grabbing it from the table and tossing it to me.



I handed it to Simon and said, “Lube that snake of yours first, otherwise you may tear little Olivia apart.”



“Olivia, a slut like you has never taken it up the arse?” I asked.



“No, Queen Victoria,” she admitted.



“Yet, you’ve fucked other girl’s arses?” I continued.



“Yes, Queen Victoria,” Olivia admitted, her trembling telling me she knew exactly where I was going with this.



“So I think it is only fair turnabout that you get your arse virginity taken,” I said.



Olivia nodded, defeated. I pointed back to my cunt. Olivia who was clearly new to giving, obviously used to receiving, crawled between my legs disgusted by the turn of events. I leisurely watched as Tara straddled an exhausted and still recovering Katrina and began rubbing her cunt on the slut’s face.



Skyler, taking the strap-on off, asked Eleanor, “Will you fuck me?”



“W-w-with that?” Eleanor asked.



“Please?” Skyler asked. “I’m so horny.”



“I-I-I guess so,” Eleanor stuttered.



Skyler put the strap-on on Eleanor and positioned herself on all fours. Eleanor got behind her good friend and paused before sliding the plastic cock into Skyler’s dripping wet cunt.



“Oh yes Eleanor, please fuck me hard,” Skyler begged, obviously wound up after taking Katrina’s arse.



“Oooooooh fuck,” Olivia whimpered looking up at me as Simon entered her ass, drawing my attention back to her sodomy.



“You look fucking hot with a cock in your arse and a mouth full of cunt,” I said, grabbing her head and pulling it back where it belonged…in my cunt.



Olivia returned to licking my cunt as Simon began to slowly move his cock in and out of her arse.



I glanced at Becka, who had her eyes closed and leaned over and kissed her neck.



Over the next few minutes, Simon moved back and forth between Olivia’s and Lauren’s arses. Skyler came from getting fucked by Eleanor and Tara came on Katrina’s face.



Simon asked, “Which of you sluts wants her ass filled with cum?”



“Oh God, I do,” Lauren moaned, as Simon slammed into her.



“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” Olivia screamed, as Eleanor surprised all of us by filling Olivia’s arse with my widest strap-on cock much wider than Simon’s cock.



“Pound her hard Eleanor, I want to feel her face fuck my cunt,” I moaned.



“My pleasure,” she smiled as she continued to fuck Olivia even as Olivia screamed into my cunt, which caused sweet vibrations on my cunt.



Becka moaned and came on Lauren’s face a couple of minutes before Simon grunted and deposited a load into her arse.



My own orgasm was close. I pulled Olivia’s face deep into my cunt as I began grinding up and down. Suddenly I heard Mom’s voice, “Holy shit!”



“Hi, Mommy, I told you I would win,” I smiled.



“I can’t believe it,” she said, her face showing utter shock.



“You chose the wrong side, Mommy,” I moaned, my orgasm, epically close.



“I’m so sorry, Victoria,” she said again.



“It’s okay, Mommy, we have our own pets now,” I said, before adding, “get naked now.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Mom said, in front of all my friends.



“Yes, my mom is my slut and if you want I can probably get your mothers’ to be yours,” I said, as mom got undressed.



“I’d love that,” Tara said, “I fucking hate my step-mom.”



“Consider it done,” I smiled as I continued fucking Olivia’s face.



Eleanor stuttered, “C-c-could you get my bitch s-s-sister.”



Her sister was a sorority bitch, an earlier version of Olivia. “Oooooh, she would be fun to turn.”



Then euphoria hit hard as I came on Olivia’s face, the final climatic moment at hand…or cunt in this case.



I flooded Olivia’s face and said, “Someone get a camera for this ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ moment.”



Simon grabbed the camera and took a couple of pictures of Olivia, her arse being fucked and her head buried in my cunt before I pulled her up and said, “Smile, slut.”



Olivia looked up, her face soaked with pussy juice, her make-up a mess, as she weakly smiled before opening her mouth wide as Eleanor slammed into her arse.



“Do you like a cock in your arse Olivia?” I asked.



“Fuuuuuck, yes,” she moaned.



“Want to come?” I asked.



“Katrina, get under your partner in whoredom and lick her cunt,” I ordered.



Katrina, utterly broken, exhausted, her face used as a fuck toy for the last half an hour, weakly crawled the few feet to Olivia and awkwardly crawled under her.



“Oooooooooooooooooh, so goooooooooood,” Olivia babbled, as she was double pleasured.



“Don’t you come without permission, cunt,” I ordered.



“Ooooookay,” she agreed weakly.



“Who owns you?” I asked.



“You do, Queeeeeeeen Victoria,” she whimpered, her orgasm close.



“We all do, don’t we, slut?” I continued.



“Yessssssss, Queen Victoria, I am a slave to all your princesses,” she agreed.



“And one prince,” I added.



“Yeeeees,” she weakly got out, between heavy breathing.



“And this isn’t just for today is it?” I questioned, going in for the kill.



“Nooooooo, I’m yooooours, Mistress,” she agreed, so far gone in sexual submission I doubt she even knew what she was saying.



“After you agree to one more thing, you may come,” I said.



“Anythiiiiiiiing,” she said, desperate to come.



“You and Simon are now a couple and you will take him to prom. He is also your Master,” I said.



“Oh God,” she said, feeling so close to euphoria, but mixed with the thought of the social suicide such an act would be.



“Oh God, yes,” I asked.



“Yeeeees, dammit, Simon will you goooooo to prom with me and be my Massssster,” she asked.



“Fuck yes,” Simon eagerly agreed, as if he had won the lottery which, quite frankly, he just had.



“You want to come from getting arse fucked?” I asked.



“Yeeees,” she shamefully admitted.



“Only real fucking dirty whores come from getting arse-fucked,” I said.



“I’m a-a-a dirty arse w-w-whore,” she stuttered.



Eleanor laughed, “Y-y-you’re a f-f-fucking b-b-bitch.”



“Yes, Eleanor, I’m yooooour b-b-bitch,” Olivia replied, giving up utter control of her body to Eleanor.



“Come, slut, while thanking me profusely for the privilege of making you the slutty pet submissive you were born to be,” I instructed.



“Oh yeeees, Queeeen Victoria,” she struggled to speak. “Thank yoooou so much for putting me in myyyyyy place.”



“Because you’re a slutty rich bitch,” I continued.



“Yeees, I’m a biiiiiiiiiiiitch,” she admitted as she screamed, her orgasm finally igniting like a rocket going into orbit.



Eleanor kept slamming into Olivia as she continued moaning and trembling from the orgasm.



“Come here,” I said to my mom, who was now naked except thigh highs which made me chuckle.



She did and I pulled her into a passionate kiss. “Mom, I love you.”



“I love you too,” she said.



“Starting now, Olivia and her mother are our pets,” I said.



“I still can’t believe it,” Mom said.



“Believe it,” I said. “We will take these two home with us tonight and begin their training as our pet slaves.”



“But what about my husband?” Lauren asked.



“What about him?” I asked back.



“He will notice I am not home,” she said.



“I imagine he will,” I agreed, standing up and grabbing her leash. “Mom, there is another collar and leash in the bag, grab it and put it on your new pet.”



Mom did as I said, realizing that Angela had left at some point during the night, “Girls, Katrina is yours for tonight; well, for the year, quite frankly, so stay as long as you like or,” I said, noticing that Skyler and Tara were in a sixty-nine, while Eleanor had moved between Becka’s legs and was fucking her cunt, “play with each other.”



Eleanor declared, “I love having a cock.”



“And I bet the girls will love to allow you to use it on them,” I smiled. “Keep it, it’s my gift to you.”



“Thank you, Victoria,” she said.



“Hey, your stutter is gone,” I pointed out.



“Holy shit it is!” Eleanor said, as she continued fucking Becka.



“Eleanor, make sure someone returns the favor in that sweet cunt of yours,” I said.



“Shotgun,” Skyler called out, making us all laugh.

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.

WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins (for the TEAM OLIVIA fans) and Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins (for the TEAM VICTORIA fans).



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: Win Win For All.



I walked into Becka’s house and announced, “I’m here bitch.”



“Please come in,” Olivia said, her tone surprisingly polite, instantly catching me off guard.



I walked into the living room and was surprised to see there was only Katrina, Becka and Olivia there. Katrina and Becka were sitting on one couch, while Olivia had the other to herself. They were watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, which seemed just about right. Olivia said, looking at Becka and Katrina, “You two, go pick up a pizza.”



“What kind, Mistress?” Becka asked.



“What do you like on your pizza?” Olivia asked me.



“I don’t really plan to stay long enough to eat,” I said, still glaring at her.



“Well, in case you are still here, what kind?” Olivia asked.



Becka answered for me, “She likes cheese pizza.”



“Good. Get two pizzas, the usual and a cheese,” Olivia ordered, in her usual bossy persona.



“Of course, Mistress,” Becka nodded. Katrina looked confused at being sent away, but like the follower she was, she just obeyed.



Once they were gone, Olivia stood up and walked to me. She said, “I am actually very impressed by you, Victoria.”



I was taken aback by her soft tone and what seemed to be a compliment. Yet, I knew her well enough to know that such niceness was most likely a part of some devious plan. “How so?” I asked, waiting for the attack or insult.



“You played the game very well,” Olivia said.



“The game?” I questioned.



“This has all been a game, every seduction is,” she continued.



“It didn’t feel like a game to me,” I countered, annoyed by her flippant attitude to all the life changing impacts she had on others.



“You are a lot stronger than I anticipated,” she continued.



“You mean I didn’t drop to my knees and beg to please you like some slutty bimbo?” I sarcastically replied.



“Truthfully, yes,” Olivia smiled, softly. “I am used to getting my way.”



“I can see that,” I replied.



“But you,” she said, “you were strong enough to resist my full-scale assault.”



“I have a mind of my own,” I said.



“So I’ve learned, which is why I have such a new found respect for you,” Olivia continued the unexpected flattery.



“You respect me?” I questioned, surprised and yet still not trusting her.



“More than you could ever know,” Olivia answered. Suddenly she looked slightly nervous. After a brief pause, she revealed, “The whole seduction of your mom was to get to you.”



“Really? Why?” I asked.



“Yet, instead of being drawn into the web I had woven, you counter-punched by blackmailing my mother,” she continued, before adding, with a rueful smile, “which was an impressive play, by the way.”



“I didn’t realize I was playing a game, I was trying to protect my mother,” I explained.



“Which is even more impressive,” Olivia said.



“How?” I asked, confused by this whole conversation.



“Because I finally found someone who is my equal,” Olivia said.



“Pardon?” I asked, still sensing some grand scheme to this strange sincerity.



“I will be honest,” Olivia said. “I seduced and dominated your mom to get to you.”



“Why?” I asked again.



“Well you were pretentious, didn’t follow the school’s social hierarchy and you were a threat to me,” Olivia admitted.



“I was a threat to you?” I scoffed. “You run the school and I knew that before I learned of your submissive lesbian following.”



“Yes, but you didn’t care and that pissed me off at first. Thus when the opportunity presented itself to train your mom, I saw a bigger opportunity,” Olivia admitted.



“To get to me?” I asked.



“Yes, to put you in your place,” Olivia admitted. “But the longer the game was played, the more I respected you and after our confrontation tonight at the frat house, I was sure of it.”



“Sure of what?” I asked, this implied innuendo driving me nuts.



“That you are my equal,” Olivia repeated, before adding, “and together we can be way more powerful than either of us can be alone.”



“You’re serious?” I asked, cautiously intrigued yet still not buying it completely.



“Is this serious?” She asked as she leaned forward and kissed me.



At first I froze, stunned by the way this supposed confrontation had transpired, but her lips were so soft, her kiss so tender, that my defenses weakened and I began to tentatively return the kiss. At first it was tentative, yet the longer the kiss lasted the more aggressive and passionate it became. It was me, who first began to explore her mouth, but she quickly replicated my sudden aggressiveness and soon our tongues were dancing in each other’s mouth.



Finally, I broke the kiss, my mind a muddled mess of ‘what the fuck’. I asked, looking into her hypnotic eyes, “you want a partnership?”



“Actually,” she said, taking a deep breath and looking completely nervous, quite the opposite of her usual confident aggressive nature. “I want a relationship,” she finally said.



I was floored. I didn’t know what to say. Finally, I asked, “Like girlfriend and girlfriend?”



“Yes,” she said. She actually reminded me at that moment of Julia Roberts in that great American movie filmed in London ‘Notting Hill’ when she tries to tell Hugh Grant she loves him.



“Like walking down the hallway at school holding hands?” I asked, knowing she would never risk her popularity.



“If you want,” she said, “although I’d rather keep it between us and our pets. No reason causing a stir at school. Plus I do like a nice cock once and a while.”



“I don’t believe it,” I said, still unable to fathom her suggestion.



“Let me prove it to you,” Olivia said, taking my hand and leading me to a couch. “Sit down,” she ordered.



I did, not out of obedience, but out of intrigue.



“Pull out your phone,” she said.



I reached for my phone and pulled it out as she dropped to her knees in front of me.



“Take pictures while I massage your feet, suck on your toes through your nylons and, if you allow me, lick your cunt,” Olivia said, as she lifted up my foot and took off my right heel.



In a million years, even if I had a trillion fantasies, none would have started like this. Yet, as it happened live in front of me, my cunt burned with intensity and need. I watched, transfixed with Olivia’s beauty as she began to massage my foot.



“Take pictures, Victoria,” Olivia said. “As many as you like. I want you to have blackmail evidence on me to show you I am serious.”



I began taking pictures as she ever so gently massaged my calf, ankle, sole and toes. As she leaned forward to suck on my toes, I switched to video and filmed my arch enemy, my mother’s mistress, pleasuring my foot. “Have you ever been submissive before?” I asked.



“I’ve never even been on my knees,” she answered, looking straight into the camera, before adding, “but for you Victoria, I will do anything.”



“Anything?” I asked, the word so expansive it was impossible to be true.



“Ask away,” she said as she moved to my other foot and replicated the dedicated attention to my foot.



“Have you had anal sex?” I asked.



“Yes, my dad’s business partner took it a couple months ago at a retreat after catching his wife eating my cunt,” Olivia admitted, knowing full well she was still on camera.



“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.



“Hurt like hell at first, but once I made his bitch wife lick my cunt it began feeling okay, then good and then amazing,” Olivia answered, as she massaged the sole of my foot, licking the sweat off the silky nylon.



“Ever fucked yourself with fruits or vegetables?” I asked.



“Can’t say I have, I usually have a girl eagerly willing to get me off whether I am at home, work or school,” she answered.



“You get eaten out at school?” I asked.



“Every day,” She said, sliding her tongue from the bottom of my heel up to my toes.



“By who?” I asked, curious as hell, before adding, “besides Becka.”



“Oh, there are a few,” Olivia smiled playfully, as she bit my toe through the nylon.



“Tell me,” I ordered, my voice stern.



“Do you trust me?” She asked, looking up at me.



“I am beginning to,” I admitted, her worshipping of my feet both sweet and erotic.



“To show I trust you, I will tell you their names,” Olivia said. “If you decide to work with me they will be your pets too,”



The idea of a bunch of high school girls doing as I told them was an instant turn on, a plethora of attractive girls, cute nerds and stuck-up bitches popping into my head.



She sucked on a toe and then revealed a name. “Amber Kennedy.”



Amber was the daughter of our state senator and mostly kept to herself; she had run for school president and won. She always wore business skirts and always wore her hair back. She was an intriguing seduction. “That must be a good story.”



“Oh it is,” she smiled, before adding, “Mrs. Baker,” before sucking my second toe between her lips.



Mrs. Baker was our school councillor and about as nerdy as a teacher comes, but in a cute way. Yet, the fact that Olivia even had a teacher submissive only enhanced the appeal of joining up with her.



Before moving to my middle toe, she continued her list of submissive pets, “My most recent is my mother. Thanks by the way.”



“Pardon?” I asked, surprised by this one.



“After you left, I made her serve me and tell me the whole story of how she submitted to you,” Olivia answered.



“Didn’t your dad wonder where you two were for so long?”



“He has long ago given up on understanding women,” she shrugged, spending extra time on my middle toe.



“All men should do that,” I joked.



“Agreed,” Olivia said moving to my fourth toe. “Tabitha Pollington.”



Tabitha was yet another surprise. She was the star of our girls’ basketball team, and was dating Ethan James, the star of the boy’s team, and she was black, not that there is anything wrong with that. A mixture of Beyonce and Halle Berry she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen…in real life or in pictures.



“She was the second hardest to break after you,” Olivia said.



“I was never broken,” I pointed out.



“True enough,” she smiled. “But once I broke past her hard exterior she became the most submissive little slave I have ever had, including your mother.”



“Wow, I want to hear that story some day,” I said.



“You can hear her tell you herself if you wish. She is your slave, too, now,” Olivia said. “By the way, she likes being called slave.”



Although that seemed racist, the thought of having Tabitha, one of the hottest girls I have ever seen in real life as my slave, made my cunt tingle.



Finally, reaching my pinkie toe, she left the biggest surprise for last, “Miss Watkins.”



I gasped. Miss Watkins was a first year English teacher who I had befriended because she too was from England. She was a very attractive woman and all the boys drool over her and her very European fashion sense.



“Plus, after getting her, I knew I had to have you too. The accent itself is a major turn-on,” Olivia admitted, as she moved between my legs and asked, looking straight at my phone which was still filming, “Want to film me eating your cunt?”



Suddenly deciding to get the most out of Olivia’s surprise submission, I ordered, as I opened my legs to showcase my cunt, “Beg, Olivia, beg to pleasure me.”



Olivia didn’t hesitate, which made all her earlier promises and suggestions suddenly believable, as she responded, “Victoria, may I eat that sweet cunt of yours?”



“Would that be good enough begging, if those were your pet’s words to you?” I questioned, wanting to see if I could push her further.



Olivia smiled, “You really are a devious one.” She kissed my inner thigh before looking up and saying, “Mistress Victoria, can your eager bitch, hungry cunt-licker earn your trust by eating that cunt of yours until you come all over my face?”



This declaration turned me on and I stood up, slid out of my leather skirt before sitting back down and offering her my wet cunt.



“Crotchless pantyhose, hmmmm,” Olivia purred.



I grabbed her head and pulled her into my wetness. It was obvious, as she tentatively licked my cunt, it was not something she had done much. Her style was awkward and all over the place, yet she made up for it with her eagerness. I asked, after a few minutes of her licking me, “You don’t do this much, do you?”



Looking up at me, her lips shining with my wetness, she said, “This is only the third time I have ever eaten a pussy. I have learned that to keep your pets in their rightful place it must be a one way street.”



“Who have you eaten?” I asked.



“No one you know, truthfully,” she said, looking sad.



I put my phone down and demanded, “Tell me.”



“The first was just a camp councillor last summer, but while in Europe at Christmas I met a girl from England named Meredith and,” she said, showing a sensitivity and emotion I had never seen in her before, “I fell hard.”



“You have a thing for English women,” I asked.



“That I do,” she smiled, moving up and kissing me again. I could taste my own pussy juice on her lips just as the front door opened. Not moving away, she asked, “Are you in?”



“Definitely,” I smiled, “plus, I need you to finish what you started,” pushing her shoulders down and back between my legs.



Olivia buried her head in my pussy just as her two submissives came into the room and froze on the spot at seeing us in such an act.



Katrina gasped and said, glaring at me, “What is going on here?”



“Isn’t it obvious, Olivia is eating my cunt,” I answered adding, “you really are not all that bright are you?”



“You fucking bitch,” Katrina snapped back.



Olivia moved out from between my legs and ordered, “Slut, get on your knees now.”



Becka, holding the pizza, dropped to her knees, while Katrina looked at her, bewildered by what she was witnessing.



“No, not you Becka, the other slut,” Olivia said, her firm don’t-fuck-with-me glare, now aimed directly at Katrina…the same glare that had been aimed at me just a couple of hours ago. Was it really two hours ago that I was watching my mom get gangbanged at a frat house? Two hours since Olivia and I were face to face challenging each other like in the old west. Yet, now, Olivia, my enemy and my mom’s mistress, was licking my pussy and trying to recruit me to join her.



“You’re not serious?” Katrina said, her tone as sour as vinegar.



“Do I ever joke about discipline?” Olivia asked.



Katrina glared at me and then reluctantly lowered herself to the floor.



“Good choice. Now crawl between your new Mistress’s legs and finish what I started,” Olivia ordered.



I opened my legs wide and added, “Yes, my little cheerleading bitch, come serve your new Mistress.”



Katrina was furious and she looked over to Olivia one more time, as if hoping this was some kind of sick, twisted joke.



“Starting now, Victoria is my girlfriend and everything that is mine is now hers, too. Is that clear, my pets?”



Becka instantly agreed, “Of course.”



Katrina still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Olivia repeated, her tone clearly showing her annoyance, “Is that fucking clear?”



“Y-y-yes,” Katrina stuttered, her eyes big with sudden fear.



“Now get your ass between Mistress Victoria’s legs and beg to serve her,” Olivia sternly ordered. “Becka, go get us some plates for the pizza.”



Becka nodded as she went to the kitchen while Katrina began the crawl of shame. It was easily the most satisfying moment so far, watching this bitch submit to me. Reaching me, I ordered, “Beg to pleasure me.”



Katrina’s glare seemed frozen on her face as she begrudgingly said, “May I please lick your cunt?”



Olivia slapped her ass and ordered, “Obey her with respect or you will be punished.”



Again Katrina’s eyes went big and I was instantly curious what kind of punishments Olivia had handed out to disobedient pets, besides the ones I already knew about that she’d given to my mother.

Author’s Note: This is the first part of what could be a seven or eight part series. Chapter two is being written, and three is in the planning stages (sort of). The first three chapters all take place on the same day. After that, there are the rest of the girls to play with. I consider this to be an Erotic Coupling series, with one fantastical element.



These girls will feature in another series. I also have ideas for a couple of unrelated stories knocking on my brain and trying to get out.



This is my first submission, and I’m going to try working without an editor. Constructive comments are appreciated. If any editors think that I do need help, let me know. Thanks for reading.



In case you’re curious, “Telepresence refers to a set of technologies which allow a person to feel as if they were present, to give the appearance of being present, or to have an effect, via telerobotics, at a place other than their true location.(Wikipedia)” In other words, the ability to be somewhere that you’re not.




*****



I have no clue how it happened. No lightning, or lab accident, or any of the other sci-fi cliches. It just happened one day. Maybe it was the flip side of being ‘invisible’ through all of middle and high school. Maybe it had something to do with the recovery from my near suicidal depression of two years ago.



I don’t know and I don’t really care anymore. What I do know, is that it changed my life. This is how it started.



*****



“Okay, everybody! Good practice. Remember that tomorrow is the last practice before the game with Wilson High on Saturday. So, focus, eat smart and get enough rest! I want you all at your best. Silverstrike hasn’t lost to Wilson in the last ten years, and I don’t plan to start now! And remember, no sex tomorrow, 24 hours to game time.



“Hit the showers, guys. Talbot, with me in my office.”



Coach Williams jogged to his office with me keeping pace, ten feet behind. I’m Greg Talbot. 18 year old brainiac senior at Silverstrike High School. I keep in good shape by running and swimming, but there’s no swim team or track team. All anyone cares about in our affluent, mid-sized high school is football. So, my attachment to school sports is as Coach Williams’ assistant.



Just to make it clear, I’m not the equipment manager. Andrew does that. I deal with stats and logistics, keeping the team running so Coach can focus on the players. I’ve been doing this since the start of junior year, and Coach likes my work. But the main reason for volunteering for this was so I could be closer to the cheerleaders. Eight of the most beautiful women alive, all seniors, and all stunning. None of them know I’m alive.



I saw them gathering their gear as I headed to Coach’s office. I’d known all of them for years, some since childhood. We’d shared classes, but they barely saw me at all. Look, I’m five-eleven, brown hair, blue-gray eyes, lean build, dress well, and I don’t fit the stereotype of the high school nerd at all. I like science fiction, but I’m not a fanboy. But nobody sees beyond the glasses (wire frame, no tape) or GPA (4.0).



My meeting with Coach lasted only a few minutes, just making sure that there was nothing we were forgetting with two days before Saturday’s game. We’d do this again on Friday, but everything was prepped. The only real variable was how late Steve would be. It could be anywhere from 10 to 45 minutes or more. Coach and I had moved call from 20 minutes before we planned to leave back to 45 minutes early. We still had been forced to hold the bus once. We put up with this because he was our best receiver, with hands like glue. He never dropped the ball once he laid a finger on it.



After the meeting, I indulged in my usual pastime. I found a bench in a secluded corner near the locker rooms and imagined what it was like in the showers. Not the team’s shower of course, but the squad’s. Head cheerleader Eva, the dark eyed Arabian Princess. Beautiful honey blond Julie, who I’d had a crush on since we were sophs. The ‘twins’ from separate families, Robin and Rachel, the subjects of my first and second wet dreams respectively. Helen of the milk chocolate skin, and tiny Japanese Kim. Martial artist Ginger, and curly haired Diane who had trouble smiling.



I knew them all, knew their stories. I knew that (surprisingly for the Los Angeles area) none of them dyed their hair, even redheaded Robin. None of them had implants or plastic surgery of any kind. They didn’t need it. What I didn’t know is what they looked like naked. I knew their breast sizes, but what did their nipples look (or taste) like? Given their regular pool parties (cheerleaders only invited) and skimpy suits, I was sure that none of them had a full bush. But who had a landing strip, a small tuft, shaved or waxed?



I fell into my favorite fantasy, watching them wash themselves and each other in my mind. Not overtly sexual, but playfully. While it was rumored that they all played with each other (they all did, but only I knew it for sure), the only ones who were openly bisexual were Robin and Rachel. They had a habit of sharing boyfriends. They had shed their virginities side by side after an away game, then swapped partners, then shared them.



So I imagined the water and soap running down their smooth curves, while I got harder and thicker. Where I was sitting, I couldn’t touch my cock. I’d do that at home, as usual. I’m not a virgin, thanks to a fellow camp counselor who saw me at the pool, and was surprised, and pleased, when she saw my cock. Maybe I’ll tell that story later. But at home, my only partner is my hand.



After a moment, I realized that I was seeing the ladies differently than I was used to imagining them. I could hear the water, and smell the different body washes and shampoos. I looked down but I didn’t see myself. I realized that I was seeing clearly, even though my glasses were not on my face. I could feel the water on my skin, and saw it splash off me as I stood three feet from Julie DiMarco.



I turned my gaze to the other cheerleaders. All wonderful specimens of Southern California teenage women. One look showed they conformed to my theory for pubes. None of the redheads or blonds were shaved clean, all had kept at least a small patch to prove their hair color was natural to their lovers. Only Kim and Ginger had smooth mounds. I could have stared at them for hours, but I turned back to Julie to memorize her.



Five feet-six inches of blue eyed, honey blond beauty. Her 36C breasts were just as wonderful bare as I had imagined, with dusky rose nipples half an inch long that I ached to suck. Her mound was bare except for a small triangular patch, the precise shade as on her head, just at the top of her lips. All the others were amazing as well, but having my fantasy girl so close had me harder and thicker than I can ever remember being. I had to know if she felt as good as she looked, so I reached out my hand.



Like silk. I feather stroked my fingers down her arm, then pulled back. She didn’t seem to notice, so I got bolder and ran my hand over her ass. An incredible mix of firm and soft. I couldn’t stop myself and touched her breast. Julie’s hand whipped up and grabbed my wrist.



“Who are you?” she snapped. “I can’t see you, but I’ve got your wrist and I felt your hand on me.”



I made my voice deeper and rougher to disguise it, “Just one of your many admirers, Julie.” Most of the squad rushed to cover themselves. To my surprise, Ginger made no move to hide her tits or pussy.



“How do you know my name? Who are you, anyway?”



“Who at this school doesn’t know the names and faces of our cheerleading squad. Besides, I’ve had a silent crush on you for years.” While I was talking, I was trying to make my captive right wrist insubstantial. As I felt it pass through her hand, I grabbed her arm with my left hand, and continued, “As for who I am, I seem to be a ghost. Call me Casper or Topper perhaps, but not Beetlejuice or Slimer.”



I let go of Julie saying, “Please don’t be afraid of me. I mean no harm to any of you. My being here is the dream of most of the males at this school. I have no idea how I got this lucky. Forgive me for touching you Julie, but I needed to know if your skin was as soft as it looks. It is.



“Seeing all of you nude surpasses any fantasies that I’ve had over the years. And I have fantasized about each of you over the years. But I’m not alone there.



“You all know me, even though I seem to be invisible to you. I am in at least one class with each of you this year, but you never look at or speak to me. I have known some of you since childhood, but I get no more regard than the benches in the locker room. Actually, according to the team, the benches have seen much more action. Each of you has had at least one locker room encounter.”



At the denials from some of the ladies, “I don’t just go by hearsay. I’ve seen some of you myself. Robin, Rachel, I walked in on the two of you sharing Nick last year. Wasn’t he dating Ginger at the time?”



Ginger spoke up, “Yes he was, but the swap was okayed. I had a night with their boyfriends Terry and James in exchange. He didn’t cheat on me. He knew I’d hurt him if he did.”



I went on, “You would be amazed at what you, and other people say around me, since I don’t appear on your radar. For example Eva, I enjoyed your description of your first anal sex two years ago. I’m glad Bob was gentle with you. Julie, I’m sorry that Jerry isn’t the lover you’d hoped for. Robin, I like the plan to get your dad out of his shell since your mom died. Naked cheerleader pool parties are a good first step. And Diane, I’m overjoyed to see you smile again, after the ‘incident’ two summers ago.” (Diane had gone to a party just after her 16th birthday and been roofied, gang-raped and dumped in the park. Enough said.)



“But you’re not the only ones who overlook me. The team looks through me as well, so they talk as if nobody’s listening.. Julie, are you aware that Jerry’s cheating on you?”



She sighed, “I thought he might be. Who is it?”



“That tiny blond cheerleader at Bradley High, Sonia’s her name. We played there three weeks ago and he’s been playing with her ever since. Jerry’s bragging about her to the team. Do you want to know what he’s saying? It’s rude and not complimentary. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.” At Julie’s resigned nod, “He’s saying that her cunt is tighter than your ass. I’m sorry. You might also want to look at his phone. He’s got nude and hardcore pics of her on it. I’ve seen them.”



Walking across the shower, “I’m not saying any of this to worry you. I’m not going to try to blackmail any of you. I just want you to be aware of who’s around you. I have watched some of you look around to see if the room was empty, and pass over me before telling secrets. I’m tired of it.” By this point, all of the ladies had stopped trying to cover themselves.



Looking at Robin and Rachel, “Robin, I’m glad the scar isn’t too bad from when you fell out of the tree when you were seven. It’s a good thing Rachel was there to help you get home.” I saw Robin’s eyes go wide as she remembered who really had carried her home after sending Rachel ahead to tell Robin’s mom. “May I come talk to you two tonight. Say, ten o’clock?”



“Sure, ‘Casper’,” Robin smirked. “Same dress code as now?



“If you’d like. I can think of few things more pleasant than seeing any of you nude. You’ll be at Rachel’s place tonight, right?” At both girls look of surprise, “The two of you have spent less than fourteen nights apart in the last year. You’re closer than real sisters. Your schedule is easy to figure out.”



Walking back to Julie, “I’ve come this far, I might as well ask for the moon. Julie, may I kiss you?”



She didn’t stop to think about it, “Yes ‘Casper’, you may. But can you become visible at all before I do? Talking to the air is a little creepy, and I’d like to see where you are. You don’t have to show us your face, because you’re not ready to tell us who you are. Will you ever?”



“You’re right, I will tell you all later. Some of you may have a clue already. But visibility? I don’t know. I haven’t tried out this ghost body yet. I was in the shower for less than a minute before I touched you. I’ll give it a try.”



I focused on myself, the way I had when I ghosted my wrist. As I raised my hands in front of me, I saw them grow misty, like a room filling with smoke. I stopped when I looked like frosted glass, ” How’s this?”



“Much better,” Julie ran her eyes over me, widening when she got to my hard cock. “Wow, you look terrific. You’re in great shape. I can’t believe we haven’t noticed you before, just because of your body. Come get your kiss.”



I stepped into her open arms, and wrapped mine around her, pressing my cock into her belly. I bent my head to her, pressing my lips to hers. Gently at first, then harder. When I felt Julie’s tongue at my lips, I sent mine to play with it. I looked into her cornflower blue eyes and saw them slowly close in pleasure. I tightened my arms into a firm embrace.



Some unknown amount of time later, our lips parted and her eyes fluttered open. “You didn’t have to stop,” she whispered. “That was wonderful. Please hold me.”



“With pleasure, Julie. Is it bothering you, where I’m pressing into your stomach?”



“Not at all, your cock’s just bigger than I’m used to.” She reached down to wrap her hand around me, “How big is it? It feels like a Red Bull can. It’s as hard as one, too”



“That’s about right. I’m just over eight inches long, and seven inches around the shaft. As to why I’m so hard, I’m surrounded by eight of the most beautiful women in the world, and I’ve just kissed you. I’m kind of surprised that I haven’t cum yet.”



“I’ve never seen a cock that big, outside of porn,” said Ginger.



“Then you’ve never slept with Lamar,” replied Helen. Lamar was one of our front four, and looked like a stereotypical African warrior. “He’s about nine inches long, but not as thick as Casper.”



“I’ll help you with that beautiful cock,” said Diane quietly, surprising us all. “Since my rape, I’ve been looking for a lover, someone who would be gentle and understanding. Not a guy just after a piece of ass from a damaged girl. I was a virgin before that night. I still think of myself as one. But I’ll suck you off, if you’d like.”



I carefully disengaged from Julie to walk over and put my hands on Diane’s shoulders, “I am amazed at how far you’ve come since I found you, unconscious and naked in the park on my run that August morning. I was crying when I called 911, but I didn’t say who I was. I ran when the police arrived, but I covered you with my shirt, and I held your hand until they came.



“I missed your beautiful smile after that until April, when I came around the corner and found that Eva had made you laugh. I’m not sure which of you looked more surprised.” I looked square into her eyes and dropped my hands to her waist, “I’ll take you up on that another time, if you don’t mind. When I can hold you and kiss you and treat you like a princess. You may still have some jagged edges to smooth.”



I leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips, “This is not me saying ‘no’, just ‘not now’. And I would be honored if you would consider me to become your first lover, Diane. That is purely your decision.” I suddenly had trouble breathing, her embrace was so tight. She had tears in her eyes as she let go with a whispered, “Thank you.”



I looked away from Diane to discover that we had been circled by the other seven in a non-contact group hug. Kim and Eva were also near tears. Robin looked at me with emerald eyes that said, “I know who you are,” but remained silent. Rachel also looked like she knew.



Julie grabbed me and held me tight, “We’d all wondered who found her and called it in. Now we know, sort of. Thank you for rescuing our friend.”



She smiled at me, “But for now, let’s get back to what we were doing, I would like another kiss please, but somewhere else.” She led me out of the showers, into the locker room, and laid down on a bench, “Do you eat pussy as well as you kiss?”



“I had a very good teacher. She insisted on hours of practice all summer.” I kissed Julie gently on the lips, then again on her throat, “She was very pleased with my progress.” I was between those wondrous breasts, “I aced my oral examinations.” I took her left nipple into my mouth. Half an inch long, not quite that thick, rougher than the rest of her breast, and heavenly on my tongue. She arched her back, pushing herself into my mouth. I sucked on it like I was trying to get milk, before catching it gently with my teeth.



Julie’s breathing grew ragged as I nibbled gently for a moment, then let go to shower kisses around her silver-dollar sized aureole. I shifted to her right breast to repeat my actions. I was close enough to hear her heart racing as I sucked on both nipples at once.



I left her breasts sooner than I would have liked to continue southward to my ultimate goal. I could smell the spicy scent of Julie’s arousal as I kissed my way down her torso. I slid my tongue into her navel as if it was her pussy, and heard my crush’s breath catch in her throat. I then kissed wetly down the smooth skin covering firm muscle. Reaching her mound, I kissed and nibbled at the tiny patch of hair.



“Dammit, Casper! Stop teasing me!” Julie moaned.



I smiled as I knelt between her thighs, and gazed upon the gates of paradise. Julie’s pussy lips were waxed smooth, and dripping with fragrant juices. As I leaned closer, the aroma made my head spin. I pressed my lips to the crease where her thigh met her lips, first on the left, then the right. Then I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, gathering her tangy nectar as I went.



“You are delicious, my sweet,” I said after swallowing my sample. I then dove in with a vengeance, licking, nipping, sucking every inch, but staying away from her clit. Within a minute, Julie’s hands were on my head. As if I was going anywhere. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.



Her moans were quiet, as if she was afraid of being overheard. I then focused my efforts on her pearl. I was tempted to spell out ‘My name is Greg’ with my tongue. I got as far as M-Y, when I realized the mystery could be more fun.



Her body tensed as I slid a finger into her, curling the tip to massage her G-spot. In two more minutes, she arched her back and clamped her thighs around my head while she came explosively, flooding my mouth with sweetness. It’s a good thing I can hold my breath for almost three minutes, because I was running out of air before she relaxed.



“I’ve never had a guy eat me that well,” she sighed. “And some of the girls here could learn something too. Do I know this teacher of yours? I need to thank her. A lot.”



“No, Debby’s up in Northern Cal. We were both counselors at the camp I was at this summer.”



“Well if you talk to her, give her my thanks.”



“I will. Are you done, or would you like more. I have some tricks I haven’t used yet.”



“One night, I want to see if you can wear me out with an hour or more of your tongue. I think there may be other volunteers for that in the room. But now I want your cock inside me.”



“Your command is my wish, milady,” and I crawled up her body, keeping my eyes on hers. I guess my eyes had become more visible, because Julie murmured, “I like blue eyes.”



“I’m glad,” but as I reached down to guide myself into her, I found another hand holding my shaft already. I looked into Eva’s black eyes. She leaned in to kiss me, then Julie on the lips. Kisses that were promises of much more. Without a word, she guided the head of my cock into Julie’s sodden folds.



I slowly pushed into my blond goddess, feeling her open around me. I paused once my head was fully inside her, “You okay?”



“Yeah,” she panted. ” Just go slow. You’re thicker than anyone else I’ve been with.”

Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.



*



Humbert trudged about the library in a bad mood stacking the errant books on his cart that had been left behind by the inconsiderate students of Maplewood High School. The thin, lanky nerd was in his last year of high school and worked the closing shift of the library. It was one of two jobs the teen had been working to save up for a trip out of state to a comic book convention on the west coast. There were rumors that scenes from the new avenger’s movie would be displayed in one of the panels. He was finally going to enter the big cosplay convention as one of his favorite comic strip characters; Dilbert. He was sure he would be a shoe-In for the 250.00 prize.



Humbert’s thoughts were interrupted by loud laughter and constant chatter.



The nerd turned his attention towards a long table near the back window where two very attractive women sat. He immediately recognized the head cheerleader Melissa and her BFF Leslie. A chill ran up the teen’s back as he realized the women were looking directly in his direction.



Melissa a.k.a Red as she was known for her wild mane of red hair was feared across campus because of her explosive temper, martial arts prowess and the fact that she was the sheriff’s daughter. She had been in at least ten fights this year with both boys and girls. It was known that several lawsuits had been averted by her father and that she could do no wrong in his eyes. Red seemed to operate with impunity in the very small town of Maplewood.



Leslie was an impossibly stacked brunette endorsed everything her friend did with unwavering loyalty. She was known to be indifferent towards all of the guys at school who endlessly chased after her in futile attempts to bed the elusive beauty. There were rumors that Leslie and Red were lovers, but no one took these stories seriously. Leslie had a perfect hour glass figure and was just a shade less attractive than Red.



Humbert noticed that Red was waving him over with a wide grin on her face.



“What?” Humbert was confused because he had been a classmate with the girls for the past three years and they’d never noticed him before. He found his pulse quickening as he slowly approached the two women.



“Yeah?” He asked coming to a stop a few feet in front of the table they were seated at. He felt anxious and like he was on display for the undisputed queens of Maplewood High.



“Hey…You’re a virgin right?” Red asked plainly.



“What?” He was flabbergasted at the question. She hadn’t even the decency to acknowledge that she knew his name.



“You’re a fucking virgin aren’t you dim bulb?” She asked again as Leslie started snickering.



“No!!!” Humbert blurted out embarrassed as both girls exploded in witch like cackling. After a few moments Red composed herself and regarded the nervous teen in front of her that was beginning to visibly sweat under their intense scrutiny.



“Now who lost their mind and actually fucked you?” Red asked before breaking into laughter with her friend. Humbert found himself growing angry and he clenched his fists to keep from yelling.



“Stop fucking with him Red.” Leslie laughed her large breasts shaking under the beige sleeveless t-shirt she was wearing. Leslie’s tits were so large on her thin frame that she had actually cut a V-neck into the material to be able to slide the fabric over her head.



“I’m not doing anything to this puss. He’s standing here telling us that somebody has actually fucked him.” Red laughed.



“Oh come on Red, stop fucking with the boy. You know he’s a fag.” Leslie laughed.



Humbert lost it at this point and slammed his small fists on the tabletop startling the two women.



“FUCK YOU BOTH!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs before stalking off back towards the front counter.



Red and Leslie stared after him in complete silence.



Humbert began to put away the countless books and DVDs that his co-workers and peers had left behind. He had begun to feel really good about himself for putting the two hottest girls in school in their rightful place. The library had thinned out as he worked and he would soon be announcing the imminent building closing over the p.a. system.



Then he noticed it.



Red and Leslie were still at the table sitting in silence with their I-Phones and tapping away on their personal devices. He noticed Red intermittently glancing in his direction. Humbert shrugged it off as he picked up the phone at the front counter and made the announcement over the p.a. system. The few students remaining in the library trudged up to the counter and checked out of the library.



Leslie and Red slowly got up and casually approached the counter. Humbert couldn’t help but be awed at the appearance of these two women. Actually walking side by side he noticed the extreme difference in bust size between the two girls. Red was almost flat chested a perky set of B-Cups encased in a black wife beater with a Slayer logo emblazoned on the chest. He took notice of the wide, curvy hips in form fitting leggings with a blue jean print that ended at her studded cowboy boots.



By the time he looked over at Leslie’s more rounded “black girl” hips wrapped tightly in a jean miniskirt with her matching boots like her BFF, the girls were at the front counter looking him directly in the eye.



“What do you two want?” He questioned unconsciously controlling his tone.



Both of the girls had a rather contrite expression on their faces as Leslie began to speak.



“Hey man we just wanted to apologize for being total dicks earlier.” Leslie leaned forward a bit scanning Humbert’s eyes for any reaction.



“Yeah, we were so fucking out of line dude.” Red added.



“Oh, it’s okay guys. You were just teasing me a bit.” Humbert felt his heart soften.



Leslie suddenly reached down and pulled the helm of her t-shirt up causing her large, fat pendulous breasts to fall free literally hitting the cold counter top. Her rather large areolas were puffy and the pencil eraser sized nipples were fully erect.



“That’s teasing you dork.” Red laughed and before Humbert could respond; her fist was flying at Mach speed across the counter and colliding with his large nose smashing it against his face.



Humbert found himself being hurled back into a stack of books and DVDS knocking them over with the impact of his toppling body. He was completely dazed and tried to recover himself as he noticed with horror that Red was hopping over the counter like a cowboy jumping off of a horse.



“Fuck!!” He cried out as the redhead took three large steps closing the distance between them and planting her heeled boot into his chest with enough impact to send his head into the tiled floor.



Before he knew what was happening, Red had ripped the library keychain from his belt and tossed it to Leslie who ran to the library doors and locked the building. Red immobilized Humbert with both of her knees in the small of his back as he struggled to toss the girl off. She was kneeling upright on the back of the nerd as he screamed and flailed about.



Leslie joined her friend behind the counter and ran to the wall switching off most of the lights in the library.



Red had leaned forward on top of the prone teen and mercilessly pounded away at his ribs while screaming into his ear with every thrust of her fist.



“Where’s the fucking tape?!!” She screamed.



“What?!! Ooww!! I don’t know what you’re talking about!! Get the fuck off me!!” Red balled her fist up around Humbert’s ear and whispered quite plainly…”The surveillance tapes douche. I saw the cameras on the wall bitch.” She followed this up with two more punches to his ribs.



“It’s under the counter… [Punch]…On the bottom shelf!!” Humbert cried out. He heard Leslie rummage through the magazines on the bottom shelf.



“Got it!!” She yelled as she popped the VHS tape out with a sigh of relief.



“Hey babe you were absolutely right about the school being too cheap to have an updated security system.” Leslie leaned against the counter weighing the tape cassette in her small hand.



“Okay!!! Just take the money and leave!!” Humbert cried out as Red dug her knees into his back.



“Hey asshole, we’re not thieves!!” Red slapped her palm against the back of his scrawny neck and then followed her actions up by raking her nails across his tender flesh causing the nerd to yelp.



“Oowww!! What the FUCK do you FUCKING WANT?!!” Humbert screamed!!



Red slowly got off the frightened teen and stood back as he turned over into a sitting position and looked up at his two captors.



“Do you think we’re pretty?” Red asked battling her eyelashes for effect and smiling innocently.



“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!” Humbert yelled.



Red suddenly launched her foot into his chin in a punting motion nearly knocking the teen unconscious. Humbert hiccupped on his blood and struggled to catch his breath as Red used her foot to right him into a sitting position once more.



“Do you think we’re pretty?” She asked politely again.



Humbert nodded his head and gurgled out half whispering “Yes.” He began to shake uncontrollably as both women cracked smiles that soon became wide grins.



“Good boy.” Leslie encouraged as Red seemed to turn her attention to the rows and rows of books stocked in the rear of the store. She wandered further away as Humbert turned his attention to Leslie.



“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?” Leslie asked



“W-What?” Humbert’s eyes briefly looked over at Red as she knocked a few books to the floor.



“Where do you get off talking to us like you did asshole?” Leslie questioned the nervous teen whose eyes continued to wander over to the redhead peering at him from the opposite side of the rows of shelves in the back area. She was slowly moving back towards him with a serene smile on her face.



“I-I’m very sorry.” Humbert apologized still shivering.



“And you should be shit bird. You-my friend are the weak and me and Leslie, well we are the strong. You don’t get to have a feel good moment with us. You “really” shouldn’t try to stand up to bullies Hum-Bert.” Red taunted him from behind the aisle peering down at him like an animal.



“This ain’t a fucking movie Hum-Bert …and you don’t get to have a happy ending douche.” Leslie added.



“Look I’m so sorry for uh, being out of line.” He stammered.



“And you should be nerd boy, because now you’re going to have to pay the piper.” Red tipped over a few more books that landed near the frightened teen.



“What do you want me to do?”



“I want-I want you to get your bony ass up off the floor and try to act like a REAL MAN.” Red had made it back and stood less than a foot away watching her victim slowly gather himself and stand before her.



“Hey one question Hum-Bert.”



“Yeah?”



“Which one of us is prettier?” Leslie asked. He looked from one girl to the other unsure of how to answer. Red was the more attractive of the two face wise with an oval shape to her features, intense almost luminescent green eyes and full pouty lips. She had a small smattering of freckles across her cheeks and thin nose. Leslie had strong slightly masculine features with piercing hazel hues eyes, somewhat prominent nose and thin lips. For some reason, Humbert noticed Leslie’s strong eyebrows that looked almost penciled on and gave Leslie a predatory look all her own.



“Well, what’s your answer?” Leslie had her arms folded across her large chest as she waited for an answer.



“Uh, you’re both equally beautiful.”



He was immediately slapped hard by Red as Leslie shook her head with a grin.



“No, no, no …Now Humbert, you shouldn’t lie to us because everybody knows that Red is the prettiest girl on campus. Fuck, she’s the prettiest girl in town dinkleberry.”



“S-Sorry.” He apologized looking down at his feet. Red reached out causing the teen to flinch.



“Relax bitch. We’re just talking now.” She assured.



“Okay Melissa.” He realized his mistake just as the words left his mouth and received another devastating punch to his right eye. He doubled over cradling his eye with his hands. Red followed this action by launching another kick into the nerd’s temple sending him to the floor on his side.



“Don’t you ever say my name again you fucking piece of shit!!”



Humbert’s sobbing filled the empty, dark library echoing off the walls. Leslie and Red shot each other satisfied glances as they watched Humbert wallow in self-pity and shame.



“GET UP!!” Red snapped at her victim.



He managed to pull himself up to his feet.



“We’re going to ask you one more question before we punish you Hum-Bert.” Leslie laughed.



“You better not fucking lie to us this time shit bird.” Red warned.



“Uh, okay.”



He was shocked as both girls suddenly removed their shirts baring their breasts. His mind was doing flip flops as he stared first at Leslie’s luscious tits, slightly sun baked tan mountains topped with the afore mentioned puffy areolas and thick nipples. He didn’t know why this was happening to him as he looked over at Red’s small, cute alabaster tits jutting out perfectly from her chest topped with small dime sized pinkish areola and pert nipples.



Both girls were smiling from ear to ear at his confusion and apparent arousal as his khaki cargo pants were tented by his erection.



“Which one of us has the biggest tits?” Leslie asked.



“Uh, well… I uh can’t.” He fumbled for words as the sweat beaded up on his forehead.



“It’s not a trick question. Now answer the question bitch.” Red yelled, annoyed at his hesitation.



“Leslie.”



Leslie folded one of her arms across her massive chest and slapped the nerd hard across the face while Red laughed remaining bare chested.



“Pervert!” Red continued laughing as Leslie pulled her shirt back on.



“Okay dick weed…We want to see your cock.” Leslie ordered.



“Yeah, while we were waiting to kick your ass, my girl here bet me that you had a small little pinky sized dick.” Red remained bare chested seemingly non-pulsed by her topless state.



Humbert fumbled with the belt to pants slowly undoing the belt and sliding his khakis down with his boxers to reveal his slightly above average blessing. He didn’t want to risk angering the girls again.



“Well, well, well Hum-Bert. What a nice long cock you have there.” Red eyes widened at the sight of his semi-erect member.



“Pull those pants down further. As a matter of fact, take ‘em all the fucking way off.” She ordered.



He complied letting his pants slide to the floor and kicking them off to stand completely bottomless in front of the two girls.



“Looks like he likes you Leslie.” Red taunted her friend who looked seriously annoyed.



“You’re the one standing here with your tits out.”



“Yeah, but he’s been burning a hole in your chubby tits all day bitch.” Red countered.



“Fuck you Red.” Leslie actually looked disgusted and turned her head away from Humbert.



“Hey asshole, which one of us would you rather fuck?”



“Please.” He begged knowing that there probably was no right answer to this question.



“Which one of us would you rather fuck?!!”



“Leslie.” His head swung down towards the floor as he tensed up expecting a blow.



Leslie immediately responded by kicking him in the balls. Humbert screamed in pain sure that his testicles had been smashed to oblivion. Red whispered in her friend’s ear staring down at their victim. Both girls bumped fists and smiled to each other.



“On your feet.” She ordered.



“PLEASE, I’VE HAD ENOUGH!! PLEASE STOP HURTING ME!!!”



“Get-the-FUCK-up…RIGHT NOW!!!” He managed to get to his feet with help from the doorway to the back room.



“Now, I want you to lean up against that wall and shut the fuck up Hum-Bert. If you make even one peep, we’ll spend the rest of the night taking turns kicking you in balls until they fall off and roll across the got-damn floor.” Red’s tone and intent were crystal clear.



Humbert complied leaning against the door frame causing his shriveled penis to jut outward towards the girls.



“You got five minutes bitch.” Leslie said looking at her watch.



Humbert was astonished to say the least as the redhead kneeled in front of him staring directly at his cock. He began to tremble again as she brought her face closer to his cock seemingly examining it.



Red suddenly took it into her mouth in one voracious gulp and began giving Humbert an extremely sloppy blow job…no hands using only her neck and hips to swivel about on his meat. Leslie stared at her watch and looked bored while her BFF was working over the lanky nerd’s cock with wild fervor and lustful hunger.



Saliva and precum began to run from her mouth in disgusting webs soiling her chest and dripping onto the floor. Humbert did his best to be silent but a few moans began to escape his lips.



“You are such a whore.” Leslie was definitely disgusted.



Humbert could feel himself getting ready to cum but he didn’t know if he should tell or signal Red somehow. She was really getting into the blowjob and had begun massaging his balls and lightly jerking his vein crossed cock with savage efficiency.



“One minute Red.” Leslie checked her watch again. He didn’t know why the brunette bombshell was calling time on his blowjob, but he knew it couldn’t be good news for him.



Red began violently jerking his cock and licking the fat mushroom head of his organ and his hips started to involuntarily respond humping into the girl’s plump, wet lips.



He was about to cum…



“Time!” Leslie yelled with a smile on her face as Red completely stopped blowing him and jumped to her feet directing her anger towards her friend.



“YOU CHEATED BITCH!!!” Red yelled at the top of her lungs and Humbert even thought that the women would come to blows.



“You know the rules cunt!! If you forfeit, that lovely car of yours is all mine!” Leslie waved her finger in front of her BFF’S freckled face.



The redhead turned her attention to Humbert, rage reading across her face as she began a slow boil. Red suddenly kicked off her boots and hooked her thumbs into her leggings drawing them down to reveal her perfect legs. She completely removed them kicking them over towards his own discarded pants. Now Red stood before him in what appeared to be an extremely small pair of black bikini panties that were so tight they appeared to be painted onto her body.



“Don’t say one word…Not one fucking word dickwad.”



Humbert watched in amazement as Red got down on all fours and turned her perfect tear drop shaped butt towards him. She casually reached back with one hand pulling her panties to the side.



“Fuck my ass nerd.” Red ordered.



Humbert didn’t know what to make of the situation as Leslie grinned and motioned for him to comply with Red’s order.



“GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!!” He jumped and ran to the kneeling woman looking down at the perfect heart shaped ass before him. He grasped her small waist but immediately took his hands away not knowing if she preferred to be taken in that manner. His hands briefly grasped her juicy, narrow buttocks.



“Squat down and stick the head of your cock inside my asshole. I’ll take it from there fucker.”



He pressed his cockhead against the cleft of her buoyant ass cheeks running his cock along the crevice for a few seconds and luxuriating in the soft, slightly sweaty pale skin. Red’s manicured and delicate fingers reached back drawing one of her cheeks apart exposing her brown eye. Humbert’s breathing intensified as he gingerly poked the very tip of his penis against the crinkly brown star.



He glanced towards Leslie noticing that her level of interest had changed considerably. He could see her massive chest heaving and her nostrils seemed to be flaring.



Red surprised him by slamming her butt backwards and taking his complete length in one urgent motion.

“FUUUCK!!” Red moaned as she began fucking herself on Humbert’s engorged cock, pulling herself slowly forward only to ram herself back as hard as she could. He watched her pale, white butt slide along the length of his cock and began to fidget a little wanting to grab her curvy hips and drive his prick into her asshole with all he had.



“How’s about a little help Hum-Bert?” Red wiggled her bubble butt on his cock for emphasis. She had this way of twerking at the hips that put pressure on his cock from just below the head of his penis in a massaging motion. He couldn’t help himself as he dug his fingers into the widest part of her fleshy hips and started ramming himself home as hard as he could.



“YEEEAHH!! That’s EXACTLY what the FUUUUCK I’m talking about HUUUM-BERT!!” Red encouraged as she continued pounding herself backward into his pelvis.



Leslie had begun sweating profusely and fondling one of her tits through the material of her t-shirt.



“Pull my hair HHUUUM-BERT!!” Red was in ecstasy as the nerd began bottoming out in her asshole in a herky jerky motion. He had all but forgotten the copious abuse heaped on him by these two cheerleaders as he grabbed a fistful of Red’s wild mane twisting it around his fist and pumping even harder.



“OOOHHH!!! OH FUCK!!! OOOOHH!!! FUUUCK ME YOU BITCH!!! WRECK MY TIGHT ASSHOLE WITH YOUR COCK!!! Red had started to orgasm and was beginning to violently shake and sob. Tears had begun to ruin her carefully applied mascara.



Leslie at this point was openly fingering herself in tandem to the debauched sight in front of her. One of her hands was on an exposed breast rolling the nipple and the horny girl had pulled up the front of her skirt, yanked her panties aside to rub her clit with abandon.



“OOOOH FUUUCK!!! I’M GONNA CUUUUM!! I’M GONNA CUM ON THIS NERD’S COCK!!!” Red had raised her upper torso up and was basically standing on her knees pounding herself into Humbert and shaking even more violently.



Leslie had shoved three fingers inside her shaved cunt and was finger banging herself in tandem with the fucking occurring in front of her. Her brown locks were matted to her head and drenched in sweat.



Red collapsed on her taunt, toned belly taking the lanky teen with her to the tiled floor. Humbert flopped around on top of the redhead driving his cock into her as hard as he could. He began trembling and jerking on top of this beautiful wild creature beneath him, his climax fast approaching.



“I’m gonna cum.” He half whispered into her ear, his speech slurred and drool running from his mouth onto her cheek.



“Cum motherfucker…Cum in my fuckin’ AAAASSSHHOOOLE!!!” The orgasm finally claimed the teen and she began vibrating and shaking like a woman possessed.



“FUUUCKK!!” Humbert began filling the redhead’s rectum to capacity with his semen, some of it spouting out of her juicy ass and blanketing her cheeks.



He sat back on his haunches and jerked the rest of his seed onto the delectable derriere of his former tormentor before collapsing into a sitting position on his naked ass.



Red was motionless on the floor face down in a pool of her own bodily fluids and intermingled sweat.



Humbert sat breathing heavily, his bruised features still smarting and his spent cock feeling like it had been put inside a blender. His chest was raw and he could barely move.



“Please.”



He looked over to find Leslie staring at him with a forlorn look in her eyes. Her fingers were still frantically working on her pussy as she looked to be on the verge of tears.



“Please help me, I can’t cum.” Leslie pleaded, her chest heaving as she continued rubbing on her clit.



“Wh-What do you want me to do?” He asked.



“Eat me.” Leslie breathed as she grabbed a handful of his hair driving his face into her exposed crotch. Humbert began to lap along the puffy shaved lips of her vagina sticking his tongue in after a few moments. Leslie tightened her grip on his head digging her nails into his scalp.



“UH-UH, LICK MY CLIT …HARDER!!” She cried as his movements began to affect the young woman. He began to use his tongue like a scoop dipping between her lower lips and rolling across her button.



“Fuck.” Leslie whispered and began humping her voluptuous hips against the nerd’s wet face. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him as he had worked his chin deeper into her crotch and started jerking his head from side to side causing more pressure to be placed on Leslie’s clit.



“OOoooh.” She whispered radically different from Red who had begun to stir on the floor. Red was like a wild animal screaming and thrashing about whereas Leslie seemed to always be holding something inside hidden away.



Leslie leaned back against the counter lovingly cradling the back of Humbert’s head with one hand and fondling her tit with the other. She squeezed her eyes shut as she rolled her engorged nipple.



“Oh yeah baby, that’s so fucking good. Lick my pussy clean fag.” Her lust filled words stung a bit, but he was determined to get the stacked cheerleader off.



“Suck that dirty pussy; lick me like you lick your mother you douche.” Leslie continued lost in euphoria. Humbert rankled at the insults attempting to draw his head away from the teen’s vagina.



“Now, now now pencil dick.” Leslie cautioned humping herself onto his tongue somewhat rougher. Red was laying on her stomach with a satisfied smile. Humbert chaffed at the insults, but went into survival mode and reached up cupping Leslie’s juicy black girl type ass; kneading her cheeks.



Leslie violently shoved him away with her foot sending the nerd tumbling.



“ASSHOLE!!! DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH ME!!!” Leslie shrieked at the top of lungs like a banshee. She appeared to be in a fit of disgust shaking and trembling, running her hands through her brown locks.



“I’M REALLY SORRY LESLIE!! I DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT!!” He pleaded looking towards Red who was snapped out of her post orgasmic phase, her features returning to their normal angry countenance.



Leslie looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment. She seemed to have truly been disgusted by his touch. The tears began to slowly run down her cheeks mixed with her own mascara. Red had managed to get to her feet and cradled her BFF in her arms. The women talked in a whisper for a few moments before turning their attention to Humbert.



“I’m really sorry.” He half pleaded not knowing what to make of the developing situation.



“Hey it’s alright Hum-Bert. You just got caught up right?” Red grinned in his direction.



“Yeah.”



“I mean look at her [Motioning towards Leslie.]. Who wouldn’t want to fuck the hell out of all that right?” Leslie was still averting her eyes away from Humbert.



“Yeah.”



“Humbert…Do you want to fuck Leslie right now?” Red asked the floored teen.



“I don’t think that would be a good idea Red.” He attempted to take Leslie’s feelings into consideration.



Red responded by slapping him hard across the face.



“I DIDN’T ASK YOU WHAT YOU THINK!! I ASKED YOU IF YOU WANTED SOME OF HER GOOD PUSSY YOU BALL-LESS CUNT!!” Red raged as he cowered on the tiled floor.



He glanced over at Leslie and was shocked to see her stripping off her shirt and shimmying out of her mini skirt revealing a light blue pair of panties. Her tanned, toned thighs caused an instant rock-hard erection. She seemed to have a slightly bronzed tint to her complexion and appeared as a sculpted goddess… He was in awe of the woman before him.



“Are you gonna fuck me Hum-Bert?” she asked cupping her small hands under her breasts and continuously rolling her nipples.



“Well, I’d like to if you’d let me.”



“Well, uhm okay Humbert. But you’ll have to do it my way of course.” Leslie had stopped trembling and he could swear the beginnings of a smile were reading across her thin lips.



“You wouldn’t have a problem with that, would you boy?” Red chimed in with an inviting smile of her own.



“Uh, no I don’t think so.”



Both girls suddenly clapped and simultaneously yelled “Hoo-Ray!!” Humbert felt a twinge of apprehension really not knowing what he was getting himself into. Before he could consider it further, Red had wrapped her arms around him and began passionately kissing him and softly stroking his cock.



Before long the confused teen found himself spooning with Red in an intense exchange not knowing what would come next. He was determined to just get it over with and boiling over with conflicted emotion. These women had repeatedly assaulted him and Red had given her juicy ass to him.



He’d lost his virginity to one of the meanest bitches in Maplewood county and now, he was about to fuck one of the most unobtainable women in his high school.



How weird was that? Humbert thought as Red pressed her lovely lips onto his and worked her tongue into his mouth. She seemed to be insatiable when aroused and was pressing her hot body against his forcing him onto his back.



Leslie was suddenly hovering over him mere inches from his face, her slightly pendulous breasts just aching for his touch. She stared intently into his eyes with a look that was one part curiosity, two parts predator.



“You’re so pretty.” Leslie complimented him following her words up with an extremely light peck on the lips. He could feel Leslie’s fingers around his cock in tandem with her friend’s own skilled digits. He moaned and humped up into their hands desperately trying to get himself off.



“You’re a pretty little bitch.” Leslie casually taunted bringing her lips close to his and kissing her BFF at the last moment. Humbert watched as the two girls made out while softly stroking his cock enough to keep him on the verge of climax, denying him the chance to cum.



He could feel both girls’ breasts rubbing up against his own chest as they continued to make out over him. Red continued to stroke his penis while Leslie fondled his balls. Her finger occasionally drifted near his brown eye and he would squirm from the sensation.



He began to notice that one of the girl’s hands seemed to linger and press against his asshole.



“Hey, what are you doing down there?” Humbert began to feel threatened as he twitched involuntarily when he felt a finger push against his brown eye.



“Sssshhh baby, just chill the fuck out because you’re gonna love this.” Red cautioned with her trademark snarl. He began to move about none the less as Red and Leslie became a little more forceful in pinning him down.



“What the fuck are you guys doing?!!” He continued to panic when he felt the finger breach his asshole and twirl about.



“Oh so you’re going to make trouble again?” Red accused as she straddled his chest pinning him down under her nude body.



“Stop moving around douche!! He realized that Leslie was the culprit assaulting his back door feeling a second finger breach his ass. Leslie slowly began to move her fingers in and out of him with a rising cadence of activity.



“Humbert, you need to relax. Struggling is only gonna make it worse.” Red warned as he squawked at the sensation of a third finger in his anus.



“No …don’t do this!” He begged as the raw burning sensation in his ass increased exponentially. Red mashed her hand over his mouth and started violently working his cock over like she wanted to jerk it off.



“But you said we could. You agreed to this!”



“No!! I didn’t agree to this!” Humbert pleaded.



“Yes-you did Humbert. You “said” you would do it Leslie’s way and now you want to go back on your word.”



“I didn’t know she was going to mess with my butt Red.”



“You didn’t ask Hum-Bert.” She unexpectedly rose and stepped to the side allowing the teen to finally sit up. Leslie had already removed her fingers from his anus and was slowly rising as well.



Both girls just stared at him in silence, seemingly doing a slow burn.



“I didn’t know…I DIDN’T KNOW!!” He snatched up his pants but didn’t put them on. He just held them in front of him staring back at the cheerleaders.



“I didn’t know you were going to rape me either Hum-Bert.” Red folded her arms across her small bust, still naked as the day she was born.



“WHAT?!!”



“You locked yourself in here with us and forced us to strip, and then you fucked my ass raw as I-uh, begged for my life.” Red said casually.



“THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!!”



“Yeah it did baby. You raped the fuck out of Melissa. I saw the way you took her like an animal!! You tore her asshole up with that “big cock” of yours shit stain!!” Leslie added to the emerging story.



“Why’d you rape me Humbert Jenkins of 2345 Oak Street?” Fear began to claim him as he realized that Red knew exactly where he lived. He began to hyper ventilate and tremble.



“You fucking pervert!! YOU RAPED MY BEST FRIEND!!” Leslie suddenly shouted jarring the teen even further.



“I’ll never be the same again Humbert Jenkins. What if somebody did that to your mother Hum-Bert …What if somebody fucked Laura Jenkins up her old, tired asshole?” Red laughed as the nerd dropped to his knees holding his head.



“You know Melissa’s dad is the sheriff of Maplewood Hum-Bert.” Leslie reminded him.



“My daddy loves me Humbert.”



“Please.” He whispered.



“My daddy worships the ground I walk on bitch. Daddy’s gonna flip when he finds out how you ASSAULTED me HUM-BERT.” Red taunted the shrinking nerd.



“Oh yeah, he’s probably gonna BLOW YOUR UGLY HEAD OFF with his twelve gauge.” Leslie laughed as tears ran down Humbert’s cheeks in torrents. He was defeated and he knew it.



“I watch that CSI show and I know that after I go to the hospital and get a rape kit done…Well, you’re so fucked when they get all that incriminating cum out of my gaped asshole. Know what I’m talking about Humbert? They call that shit, uhm DNA! Right Humbert?” Red dropped her hands from her chest and stood there looking down at her victim with her hands on her hips.



“You’re gonna wish that two hotties were pegging your corn hole when your cell mate’s BIG, BLACK COCK SHOOTS RIGHT UP YOUR ASSHOLE HUM-BERT!!” Leslie was really getting into the scenario.



Humbert fell forward on his hands sobbing openly as the girls stopped taunting him and watched amused as he cried his eyes out.



“Please, forgive me…Forgive me for going back on my word and breaking my promise.”



The two cheerleaders stood there taking it all in as their victim sobbed at their feet.



“Hey, hey bitch… [He looks up at Red.] It ain’t the end of the world.”



“Yeah?”



“Yeah baby, you can keep your promise and then, well this all goes away Humbert.” Red assured him.



“Yeah, it’s not even gonna hurt that much either.” Leslie tried to sound positive.



“Really?” His words were slightly slurred from sniffling and crying.



“Yeah. We’re going to be real gentle and treat you like a little princess Humbert.”



Leslie had her purse on the counter and was removing what appeared to be some sort of leather harness that she began strapping around her waist and between her legs. Humbert began shaking in fear and loudly half breathing, half hiccupping. Red lightly ran her fingers through his hair silently getting off on the fear coursing through Humbert’s body.



“Hey calm down little guy, I’m going to be here every step of the way.”



“Really, you will?” He looked up into her pretty face finding a look of compassion and empathy.



Red directed his attention over to Leslie who was at that moment pulling a long banana shaped dildo from her purse. The stacked hottie actually held it up modeling it before the nerd’s wide saucer shaped eyes.



“See, it’s not that bad Humbert. You only have to take it until she gets off and trust me, it ‘ll probably be less than five minutes.”



“H-How’s she supposed to get off from sticking that “thing” up my butt?” Both girls looked at each other and smiled at his question.



“You see that belt thingie around Leslie’s fat hips?”



“Yeah.”



“Well in the crotch of that harness is a fitted piece of plastic that rubs up against her clit while she’s fucking someone with it and trust me when I say this Humbert…she’ll have one mind-fucking-orgasm while she’s pegging your tight hole.”



He flinched at the last part of that sentence as he watched Leslie attach the dildo to the crotch of the harness by screwing it into place. She began kneading her large breasts and staring in his direction with a toothsome grin.



“I-I think it’s gonna hurt.” He was starting to get visibly nervous as the brunette approached him.



“You’re not backing out are you?” The tender inflection in Red’s voice started to change a bit.



“Nuh-no…I just think it’s gonna hurt. A lot.” He was trembling again.



“Now why don’t you just let me worry about that Humbert. Turn around on your hands and knees.” He complied slowly turning his back and hairy ass towards Leslie. He was shocked when he suddenly found the dildo staring him in the face and looked up at an expectant Leslie.



“I forgot to bring some lube. Could you help me out with this?” Inwardly he was pissed that this cunt actually wanted him to suck the dildo she was going to shove up his ass, but at this point he was just in survival mode. He began sucking on the first five inches of the dildo for a few moments. Leslie grabbed the back of his head and shoved the rest of it into his throat.



“Yeeah bitch, suck my dick…Gag on that cock.” She actually sounded like she was getting off on humiliating him. He peered out the corner of his eye to see Red surveying the scene with this incredulous look on her face.



“Don’t look at me bitch, look up at her. You look into her fucking eyes when you suck her cock Hum-Bert.” He hated the way the two girls intentionally mispronounced his name. He looked up at Leslie who had begun roughly humping his mouth.



Red had begun to pull her leggings on and was checking her phone. She snapped a few pictures with her phone when he wasn’t looking. Leslie had begun to gag him and saliva was freely running from his mouth in disgusting webs as choking sounds erupted from his throat. A couple of times she pinched his nose forcing him to open his mouth wider.



“You’re a natural cocksucker Humbert. You could give lessons.” Leslie complimented as she pulled the soaked toy from his mouth. His jaw was actually sore from sucking on the sex toy. He was extremely nervous as the stacked brunette got behind him and he felt her hands on his hips.



“Hey, hey baby boy. Don’t worry cause Red’s gonna take care of you.” The redhead planted a light kiss on his forehead.



“You-said it’s not really gonna hurt that much, right?” He asked again just needing to hear the lie once more. Red reached out and cupped his cheeks in her small hands as he felt Leslie fingers pulling his ass cheeks wide apart with greedy fingers.



“I lied.” She said with a quick smile.



There was an audible “pop” as the toy pierced his O Ring.



Humbert screamed at the top of his lungs as the dildo was shoved violently into his rectum with as much force as the cheerleader could manage.



“AAAAHHHHH!!! GET THAT FUCKING THING OUT OF MY ASS!!!” But the brunette would not be swayed as she wildly slammed herself into the lanky teen. Red marveled at the apparent joy of Leslie as she happily watched her friend fuck the dog shit out of the teen.



“FUCK YEAH!!!” Leslie dug her well-manicured nails into the flesh of his waist and steadied herself as she began pounding his ass with strong measured strokes. The plastic nub on her end of the toy was nudged violently into her own clit and she began to fill an orgasm slowly start to build.



“IT FUCKING HURTS SOOO BAAD!!!” He tried to buck the thick teen off, but she positioned herself over him locking herself into place with her muscular thighs.



The scene was starting to get to Red as drool started to run down her lips. She rubbed her cunt through her leggings as Leslie took Humbert froggy style. His cries escalated alarming the redhead out of her stupor and she quickly grasped his wrists looking directly in his tear filled eyes.

Short Story: The Chronicles Of Benjamin Merriman #01



Author Note: This story is an original work of fiction. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen, if not expressly stated, and certain characters may also be found in other works by the authors, published or forthcoming. Feedback is desired and greatly appreciated. Email comments to the address in our profile. Thank you for reading.



Copyright 2011 by Jack and Josephine Cutter.



This story stars: Benjamin Merriman, and features Caroline Cassidy, Courtney Daly, Jacquelyn Atkinson, Robert Phelps, Melissa Golding (unnamed), and Frank Merriman.



This story contains: male-female erotic couplings, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal and analingus, cheerleaders, bikinis, male dominance, deadbeat dads, socialite brides, philandering fiancés, beautiful women, and a budding private detective with significant sexual skill.



This story begins on Friday, September 9th.




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It goes without saying that my high school life was not what you might call normal. I was eighteen and a senior, and that is where much of the normalcy ended; typical high school seniors do not have the kinds of experiences that marked my first year of official adulthood.



They do not have to deal with crime rings, sleazy politicians, wealthy socialites, corrupt cops, dangerous criminals, deadbeat dads, missing persons, corrupt cops, illicit dealings, breaking-and-entering, infidelity, secret gambling halls, drugs, high-priced escorts, underground brothels, etcetera, etcetera. I’ve dealt with those things and more, and all before I graduated.



My name is Benjamin Merriman . . . and these are my stories.



The Chronicles of Benjamin Merriman, Volume the First



It is my belief that each person in the world is blessed with some definable characteristic that sets them apart from the rest. An inherent advantage, above and beyond the norm. Some might be blessed with unusual speed or strength. Others might find they possess heightened intellectual. Some such talents are easily discovered, but many are difficult and thus never fully realized. Mathematical skill, brute power, keen wit, an artistic eye; these things are definable blessings, and if you look back through the annals of history, you’ll find plenty of folks who had them.



I’m going to go right ahead and be honest with everyone from the beginning, and likewise throughout; I’ve got a few special talents myself, but there is one above the rest: it seems I’m blessed with an inordinate amount of luck. Simply stated, I’m a pretty lucky guy; things always seem to work out well for me, no matter how difficult they might seem.



Take high school, for example.



It did not begin well, let me tell you: my first two years were not the best. I was invisible, a tall, gangly kid with skin troubles and a warbling voice. Girls, therefore, were a complete non-starter. Introverted, shy, unexceptional in every way, and with limited fashion sense, I was the typical invisible high school male, quietly walking the fringes. It was what I knew, however, and I was content with my situation because I knew nothing different.



The summer between my sophomore and junior years, however, changed everything. Physically, I sprouted: my body filled in, my gangly limbs took on definite shape, my skin cleared up, and my voice deepened into its adult range. A series of interesting and rather fortunate events, which shall be later revealed, really did a positive number on my self-esteem, too: my confidence grew by leaps and bounds, to the point where by the time I returned to school the following September for the start of junior year, I was a completely new person.



High school is high school, however, and once established roles and reputations die hard; my transformation went largely unnoticed at first by the students at my school. While I did start to get my fair share of odd, who-is-that-guy-and-where-did-he-come-from looks from a few of the more astute girls as junior year wound down, I remained mostly a fringe-guy, content to slip through the high school cracks. I can honestly say it did not bother me, for while the girls inside my own school did not pay much attention to me, girls outside the school certainly did — and those girls had no knowledge of my unimpressive formative years. Let’s just say my confidence was high.



It wasn’t always this way, however.



Like I said, before that fateful summer times were tough, and not just at school. My mother passed away when I was eight years old, leaving me and my father and my older sister to figure things out as best we could.



My father is Frank Merriman, forty-six years old, and he owns Discretion Investigations, a private investigative firm here in my beautiful home city of Los Angeles. We’re based out of Beverly Hills, which is nice as it provides my father plenty of wealthy-person business. My dad is an ex-cop, which means he is well-informed, well-connected, knows his way around, and is very good at what he does.



My sister’s name is Keri. She’s twenty-two years old and will soon be graduating from the University of Southern California, and she’s going to be a lawyer. She is currently applying to lots of big-name law schools. My father says she looks exactly like her mother, which must have been awesome for dad because everyone pretty much agrees that my sister is one of the hottest females on the planet. For a pair of opposite-sex siblings not too far apart in age, I have to say the two of us have always been close, which is really nice and has helped me greatly over the years.



After nearly a decade, Dad finally remarried last year, which is an interesting story and worth recounting. My mom and dad were sweethearts from a very young age, and he’s always made no bones about the fact that my mother was the one true love of his life; this, of course, turned many women away from a man who was, to use a rather overused cliché, the most eligible bachelor on the block.



While some women might (and did) feel threatened by or uncomfortable with a man who puts such information out there, Angela proved a different sort right from the start. She’s thirty-six with an early twenties body, blonde, beautiful, and pampered, and that’s exactly the way she wants it. My father has money, she wants money, neither is looking for love everlasting, she gets the creature comforts, and my dad gets a gorgeous wife in the sack every night. It’s a fantastic arrangement. In fairness, Angela is also a nice woman, very easygoing if a little spoiled, and she and my father make each other very happy.



Heather, however, is another story all together. Angela’s eighteen year-old daughter is a real piece of work: hot and blonde (just like her mother), but a total bitch. She’s not only hot, she’s hot and she knows it, and she acts like she knows it. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve talked to her for longer than two minutes in the past year. She couldn’t care less about unimportant people, which is practically everyone, and lets the unimportant people know it.



Back to me for a bit.



It’s well-known that ever since I was old enough to walk, I’ve wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps. While my father has not tried to encourage my interest in private detection and investigation, allowing me the luxury of deciding for myself, he has not discouraged it, either, and I know he is excited by the prospect of having his son follow him into the family business.



One of my counselors at school once asked me how I thought a shy and introverted guy such as myself could possibly become a private detective, where it would seem such qualities would be a hindrance. They are a hindrance, of course, but not for me; you know how some people act and feel in different ways given the circumstances? That’s me. In school, my school, I’m still the shy and introverted guy I’ve always been. Like I said, it’s hard to shake reps in high school once they’ve stuck. Outside school, however, I’m the complete opposite: no problem talking to girls, outgoing, aggressive, confident.



It’s an interesting dichotomy.



The deal with my dad was this: when I turned eighteen and it became legal for me to do several things important to investigative work but not permissible by law for minors, I could begin training on an official basis with my father’s firm — I’d be unofficially training for years, of course. He also did this to ensure I got decent grades, which I could have gotten standing on my head in the corner all day long; school was always just an easy thing for me.



Well, the bottom line is I turned eighteen on August 09, and as such that is when my story begins to unfold. The speed at which things began to happen truly amazes me, thinking back on it, and I doubt anyone would have guessed that one year later, I’d be where I am right now.



The Discretion Investigations team is as follows: Veronica Thompson, 28, a member of the investigative team who has been with the firm for six years; Beau Nivens, 38, one of my dad’s best friends, has been with the firm for twelve years, and became a family friend after my dad busted him as a kid trying to boost car stereos in South Los Angeles; Harriet Edmonds, gray-haired and grandmotherly, the firm’s administrative and secretarial person; and last, but certainly not least, is Caroline Cassidy.



Caroline deserves her own special paragraph, because throughout my most important teenage years (fourteen, my age when she was hired, to eighteen, my current age), she has held the distinction of “Go-To Fantasy Girl”. In other words, most fantasies I’ve had growing up, as long as I have been having fantasies, have involved Caroline Cassidy.



When I turned eighteen, Caroline was a newly minted twenty-four year-old. Perhaps I should describe her for you: take Marisa Miller’s body, add Brooklyn Decker’s fantastic tits, and the incredibly sculpted ass of Jessica Alba, and then imagine the hottest chick you’ve ever seen with natural, golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and maybe you have an idea of just how smoking hot Caroline is. The woman is a fucking Barbie doll come to life.



A goddess, in other words.



Which is why, of course, she is a complete and utter ice queen. Not a bitch, mind you, because she does not go out of her way to be mean to people, but an ice queen. When you’re that hot, you’re allowed to be. To clarify further just to make sure you understand the distinction, she is not a bitch like Heather, who feels superior and acts like it; Caroline is simply not interested in dealing with the crap of other people, nor making pleasant chit-chat with them, nor pretending to be interested in talking to them.



However, she is very intelligent and very perceptive, and an excellent detective (not to mention an excellent writer who has done some free-lance work for the Los Angeles Times and uses information connections there to help with her tougher cases).



Everyone at Discretion knew my eighteenth birthday meant I was joining the team. Unfortunately, the only one who was not that excited about it was the one person I was most perpetually excited about. My father had told Caroline some time ago that she would be primarily responsible (along with himself, of course) for overseeing my training. It was the way at Discretion: the youngest member of the team trains the rookie. I, of course, was thrilled, since it meant spending more time than I’d ever thought possible with Caroline.



Basically, I was to act as her shadow, which was fine by me.



Case File #001: The Case of the Deadbeat Dad



My first real day on the job came one month to the day after I turned eighteen, late on a Friday night in early September. I remember this clearly because when Caroline called, there was warm flesh next to me and I had to leave it behind.



The girl’s name was Courtney and she was a senior at West Mountain School, one of several ritzy elite private high schools in the Los Angeles area. My school, Rembrandt, had played its first varsity football game of the year against West Mountain earlier that night and I, being a football enthusiast, attended the game along with several hundred other fans.



I noticed her almost immediately (she was an opposing team cheerleader, after all, and it is requisite at games to size up the opposing talent) and could not take my eyes off her. She was a petite brunette with perky breasts and lovely light brown eyes, but that was not what hooked me; cheerleading outfits leave very little to the imagination these days, to the delight of all males in attendance, and this girl had an excellent rump, apple-shaped and very tight.



I’ll admit it openly, I ogled her ass all night long.



By the way, I’m not a virgin. I reached my milestone of manhood at the hands my sister’s best friend, who sort of acted as my personal sex teacher with, surprisingly I would later discover, my sister’s consent. It happened in the midst of my physical transformation, and spurred my mental one. Since then, I’ve experienced two sorority girls at USC (also friends of my sister, who showed me even more of the ropes), plus a handful of high school girls. None of the those were from my own school, of course; the girls there would probably have died of shock if they knew how experienced I was, as my social status at Rembrandt at the time was one small step above invisible. Which, I must admit, was fine by me.



Back to Courtney, I waited for her in the parking lot after the game. Most of the cars were gone by the time the cheerleaders came out of the stadium side entrance, where the visiting locker rooms were. She was with three other girls, still in her cheerleading uniform, and they noticed me watching them right from the start.



I was leaning against my car (a black Range Rover, which girls love), dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, looking older than my age and feeling pretty good about it, I have to say, and smiling in a particularly mischievous way. West Mountain had crushed us, of course, which meant Courtney and her friends were in good spirits, which I felt could only help my chances.



The girls giggled and whispered as they walked toward me, but stopped a few feet away. One of them said, “Why are you staring at us?” There was a grin on her face.



“I’m not,” I said.



The girls giggled again. “Yes, you are,” another girl said.



I grinned and looked Courtney right in the eye. “I’m not staring at you,” I told them politely, “I’m staring at HER.”



Courtney blushed but her eyes, wide and wondering, never left mine, and I knew I had her. The other girls were a little disappointed, but continued the game for their friend, which I admired.



“At Courtney? She’s out of your league,” the first girl said. It was a good response, and I made a mental note to circle back to that girl, a redhead, sometime in the future. She was hot, too, after all, but right then I wanted Courtney, whose name I now knew.



“She’s out of most everyone’s league,” I replied, “but that might get very lonely. Every now and then, beauty needs to slum it.”



Courtney blushed again and the girls giggled.



Long story short, in a few minutes Courtney and I were in my car heading off to find a quiet place to park and talk. Which we did, because I am a gentleman, and I always get to know someone at least a little bit before engaging in carnal congress.



Twenty minutes after that, however, Courtney was squirming in her seat. She was a hot little piece, I have to admit, and very ready for what we both knew was coming. When I kissed her for the first time, she whimpered softly with need, and it only took a short time after that before she reached between my legs and easily found my zipper.



Clearly, despite being only eighteen herself, she was not unaccustomed to cock, which was excellent. I started the engine as she unzipped and reached in, her dainty French-tipped fingers trembling (all rich girls go French-tip) as she gently withdrew my manhood.



At which point she smiled happily, noting my size; it’s not a behemoth, but at just over seven hard inches it is longer than many, and decently thick, and definitely makes girls feel good. It also helps with my confidence; four inches limp is nothing to cry about.



Courtney’s fingers wrapped gently around the base of my shaft and it pulsed in her hand, and she giggled softly. It was a reaction I was not unaccustomed to. She worked her fingers slowly up the length, squeezing at intervals, more inspecting than trying to make feel good, and she could feel it beginning to grow in her hand. When she reached the mushroom head, she pinched it from various angles, and something clear and sticky dribbled out from the small opening.



With one hand firmly holding my rapidly stiffening shaft, Courtney cupped my sack in the other. My balls are large, too, and sensitive, and she began to probe and prod and press and squeeze each of my testicles between her fingers, which felt really good.



No blushing virgin she, the girl definitely knew her way around that region. I was hard in no time. She stroked it slowly a few times at its full length, and I sighed and struggled to focus on the road as she lowered her head into my lap.



I’ll tell you, there’s nothing like that moment right before a girl’s lips wrap around your cock. My heart was pounding and nearly burst from my chest when I felt her graze her mouth over the mushroom head, and I groaned loudly. A hot young slut in a cheerleading uniform I’d known for less than an hour was peppering my shaft with feather light kisses and blowing gently on it. She licked around the head, her tongue like a butterfly’s wings as it fluttered about the tip.



In moments Courtney took the head into her mouth and began to suckle it gently. I sighed again (what else to do besides sigh and drive) so she would know I was enjoying it. I had to admit she had excellent technique; when she began to swirl her tongue slowly around the head, I knew she was a real talent.



I put my hand on her as I drove and caressed the small of her back, where the uniform bared her flesh. Her skin was flawless and it felt good on the palm of my hand, but whatever she was doing with her mouth was even better, the most incredible feeling. I knew if she continued like she was, I would not last, which was fine by me. My hand went up to the back of her head and I gently pushed her head down, so she could take more of my cock into her mouth.



Courtney had likely not been ready to take me deeper, but she was so talented she did not resist. My cock slid inch-by-inch past her moist glossy lips and filled her warm, wet mouth. She firmly gripped the base of the shaft and started to lift her head up. I was having great difficulty concentrating, but steadfastly kept my gaze fixed on the road.



Courtney held the tip in her mouth and started her tongue around it again. She took me out of her mouth and began to lick the underside of my cock up and down in long sensuous stokes. This drove me wild, and soon I realized it would be all over. She must have realized it, too: her fingers started to work up and down my cock much faster.



She took me back to her lips and then, incredibly, and for what seemed like an instant and somehow endless moment, slowly slid her lips down my shaft until she had the entire length of my cock in her mouth. That, my friends, was incredible; seven inches of rigid manhood. She worked her lips and tongue vigorously up and down while she held the base, letting her fingers stroke my balls as she hummed softly to herself.



I was in heaven. Courtney was expertly sucking me towards climax, her brunette head bobbing up and down in my lap. She pretty much went to town at that point, sucking for all she was worth, and I felt the familiar stirrings.



Put a fork in me, I thought, I’m done.



I exploded into her mouth, which I am still not certain she was prepared for. She took it like a champ, though, after a moment of surprise, gulping down ropes of my cum like a newborn babe at the breast. Cum trickled down her chin, and once she was through with the main blast, she pulled back and wiped it onto her finger.

She looked at the sperm a long moment, then looked up at me and said, “You’re cum tastes good.” She sounded surprised. “Really good, actually.”



“I’ve heard that,” I told her, and that was the truth.



Then she sucked the last little bit from her finger and sat up, at which point I was pulling into the driveway of my house. We did zero-to-sixty from the car to the front door, and immediately I led her into my bedroom, practically devouring her as we went. Our hands and mouths were all over each other; in the end, we settled my clothing situation by me stripping off my jacket and her tugging on my jeans.



Courtney was all fired up again, scrambling to get me naked, begging for another taste, and once my cock popped out she fell to her knees and was all over it, licking and slurping. It was like she couldn’t get it in her mouth fast enough. Feeling the warm mouth suckle my cock yet again, I decided I simply could not wait to bury myself somewhere else. I grabbed her by the waist and lifted, and threw her bodily onto the bed.



“Clothes,” I ordered. I was in charge, and we both knew it. As Courtney stripped, I hit the iPod stereo and set it to a soft reggae mix, the perfect score for fucking, in my opinion.



I turned back to the bed to find the girl almost completely naked, her legs splayed wide; she still wore her short white cheerleading skirt, which covered nothing and looked incredible. She was gazing hungrily at me, waiting. Her pussy was pink and puffy, and soaked. Her swath of brown pubic hair was trimmed into a cute little letter “V”.



“Get your ass in the air,” I told her, and she willingly complied. After all, the ass was what had gotten me to notice her in the first place, I might as well fuck her from behind first, right?



A moment later she was on her hands and knees, hair tousled and tossed about her head, and glanced back at me over her shoulder, over her sleek and sexy back, and over the rounded curve of her ass. Her eyes were like little daggers of lust and sexiness.



I went to her.



“UNNNNNNNHHHHH!” she groaned as I grabbed her by the hips and impaled her with my shaft. She was incredibly tight, but also incredibly wet, and I bottomed out instantly, my hips smashing into her ass.



That first hard thrust gave me the greatest pleasure, feeling the girl quiver beneath me as she squealed at the feel of seven thick inches invading her depths. I gave it to her, hard, everything I had from the very beginning, my strokes deep and long.



My hips slapped up against her over and over, sending thin little ripples down the taut flesh of her ass. My hands were like wild animals running over her body, down her back, around the front to palm her wonderfully pert breasts, all over her smooth well-tanned skin.



Mostly, though, I slapped and grabbed her ass as I pounded her, my favorite part of her body, and she moaned and gasped and whimpered with each ferocious thrust. The walls of her vagina sucked at me, tightly gripping my shaft, milking me, and every time I withdrew I could see some of her interiors come with me before I shoved them back deep inside her.



It was indescribable, truly fantastic.



Courtney wiggled and rocked and squirmed beneath my grasp, but I did not stop. I fucked her steady, letting her have it for a very long time, using her yielding, responsive body in every way I could imagine. We changed positions often and always at my suggestion: after I fucked her like a dog, slapping her ass, she rode me like a stallion, working her hips as I bounced her tits up and down in my palms; I flipped her onto her back and threw her legs over my shoulders, and bent her in half as I hammered home; and on and on it went.



Courtney never refused me, eagerly and enthusiastically complying with my every request, no matter how kinky, and she became more and more submissive as the night wore on. I groped her, fondled her, twisted her, curled her, and fucked her as I saw fit, and she begged for it.



Orgasm flowed into orgasm for her, and I lost count very early on how many she had. And in between every session, she would suckle gentle on my cock until I was ready to go again. I came four more times (four!) after that first time in the car: inside her pussy, across her breasts, in her face and hair, plus a fourth place.



It was after one o’clock when I saved the best for last, deciding it was the perfect time to try something new. I decided to fuck her ass, my first full-on intercourse anal experience, and who better to butt-fuck than a cheerleader (still in her skirt) with a perfect ass? She closed her eyes at my command to return to her hands and knees, knowing instinctually what was coming. Again, I do not think it was the first time someone had gone down that particular canal; she was far too willing to let me up there.



I slathered lubrication from a tube onto my shaft, and then her ass, pushing a finger past the tight ring of her anus. She mewed as I touched her, wiggled her hips just a bit from the sensations. When everything seemed ready, I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her rear passage and pushed forward, easing myself past the wrinkled pink skin of her back hole. Several inches buried into her ass on that first try, another indication that this was nothing new for her.



“AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” Courtney cried as her ass was penetrated.



I fucked her vigorously for as long as I could, taking as much pleasure as I could in my first foray inside a woman’s rump, and it swiftly grew too much to bear. It was Courtney’s sudden stillness, however, followed by a shriek and spastic convulsions as orgasm overtook her yet again, that sent me hurtling over the edge after her.



And with that, I was an anal addict for life.



I pulled my cock out, preferring to splash warm white jizz all over her undulating back as she continued to shriek and moan beneath me.



“Wow,” I managed in-between ragged breaths.



Courtney smiled lazily and moaned as her legs buckled, then sprawled forward onto the mattress on her stomach. I slapped her roughly on the bottom (couldn’t resist) and a red-hand print appeared above the already flushed and battered flesh. The toll was taken, and physically and mentally exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed next to her.



The next thing I knew the phone was ringing. Courtney was asleep next to me, naked and warm, cum caked onto her back as she slept soundly on her stomach. I murmured something into the receiver and the voice on the other end of the line instantly woke me up.



“Get up, Benjamin,” Caroline said without greeting of any kind. “You’re grunting for me tonight.” Grunting was the term Caroline used to describe grunt work.



“Where are you?” I asked, and Courtney stirred beside me.



“Is someone on the phone?” she asked sleepily, and there was a long and silent moment on the other end of the line before Caroline asked, “Are you with someone right now?”



Honesty is always the best course. “Yes,” I told her, “but it’s ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”



Another silence. “225 Ridge Water Drive, Santa Monica. And bring me coffee, hot and black,” she added, and with that, hung up the phone.



I turned to Courtney. “I have to go somewhere, sweetness,” I said. “Sleep tight, I’ll be back before you wake up.”



“M’kay,” she murmured, and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.



And so, twenty minutes later, I found myself, weary but quite satisfied despite being very sore in the groin, pulling my black Range Rover up behind Caroline’s black Mercedes SL 500 (dark cars are not as conspicuous, you see) with her coffee (hot and black) in tow.



I climbed into her passenger seat and was treated to an appraising stare, which I always seemed to come up on the lacking end of. She was dressed all in black: tight black spandex that went down to mid-thigh, a tight black shirt, black socks, and dark tennis shoes. Obviously, a little sneaking around was on the docket.



“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important,” she said in her usual lofty manner.



I grinned. “No, we were done,” I said, and her eyes widened with momentary outrage. She turned away and said nothing. “What’s the story here?” I asked, trying to change the subject, and with Caroline, you always changed the subject to work. The girl lived for her job.



“Deadbeat dad skipped out on his ex-wife. She wants him located so the authorities can be brought in and force him to pay. Low stakes stuff, but we have to treat it the same way as we would a high-profile celebrity case: with honesty and integrity, and hard work. We’re waiting for activity in Unit Three.”



She pointed at an apartment complex across the street. Unit Three was downstairs in the southwest corner, and the door was plainly visible from the car. And so we sat there for over thirty minutes, and the whole time she was at best polite, at worst condescending in her haughty way as she explained some of the nuts and bolts of the business, much of which I already knew, but that she had to go over again to make absolutely sure I knew what I was doing.



When the car pulled up and two people got out, a man and a woman, and went into the right apartment, Caroline for the first time since I had known her appeared energized and excited. It was like a switch had been flipped; she was no longer an ice queen, but giddy and jazzed and anxious like she was about to play competitive sports. The job is what did it for her, I realized; thrilled her to the max, while the rest of the time she was just bored.



“Come on,” she said, “we need pictures.”



And so I followed her as she crept across the street, which was fine by me because I just kept my eyes trained on her spandex-clad ass the whole time, which was, amazingly, even better than the one I had just spent the majority of the night with.



We hopped a short fence and moved into some bushes just outside one of the windows that looked into the apartment, and when we peered inside, we were treated with quite the shock: the two were already naked and fucking like jackrabbits on the sofa.



“Christ,” Caroline muttered in a low voice. She took out her camera and snapped a few photos.



“This type of thing happen often?” I asked. “Watching people have sex, I mean?”



Caroline turned to me and pursed her lips disapprovingly. “Sometimes,” was all she said, then went back to her photography.



I grinned. “I’ve got déjà vu,” I whispered.



It was meant as a joke, and a little bit of a risk given Caroline’s penchant for seriousness and a not-so-slow-burning temper, but ultimately it was as if I hadn’t said anything; she pretended like she didn’t hear.



“Back to the car, grunt,” she ordered, and back we went.



And that was, in a nutshell, my first night on the job, helping Caroline take photographs of some deadbeat dad. Not too shabby, in my opinion, since it meant spending time with her. While not an actual case of my own, it was a nice little intro into the actual actions of a private investigative detective.



I went to my house and crept into my room, and found Courtney right where I’d left her, still soundly sleeping. I crawled into bed and snuggled up next to her warmness, and fell asleep myself, and my last thought was of just how long I would eat her the next morning, and of how many times in the process I would imagine it was Caroline I was tasting.



Case File #002: The Case of the Bride-To-Be



Six weeks after my birthday, ten days after the deadbeat dad, my father pronounced me ready to try my hand at a case of my own. Beautiful Caroline had been instructing me incessantly, taking me with her to observe her on more assignments, grilling me non-stop on protocols and procedures, quizzing me with hypothetical situations to see how I would handle myself; you name the teaching method, and she employed it at some point.



Although way ahead of the normal curve at the outset (having grown up with my father and learned much by proximal osmosis), I have to admit she was very effective filling in specific details and gaps, not to mention good at setting a blistering pace. Life had basically stopped for me. It was study for school (easy) and study for Caroline (hard), and all other activities ground to a halt. Courtney called me twice wanting to get together, but I reluctantly took rain checks. It was hard, but I knew everything would be worth it in the end.



Which is why, when my father told me I was ready, I was so excited I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Caroline in a big bear hug, which she was completely not expecting and not altogether happy about. Instantly, I became aware of the way her fabulous breasts squished against me. I was also made aware (less instantly) of her great distaste for public displays of affection, as she jammed her palms square into my chest and shoved me away.



My father cautioned, “Now that you are a junior member of the team, however — and I stress the junior part — that doesn’t mean you stop studying. You cannot know everything in a few weeks. You can’t know everything in a few years. Hell, I myself still don’t know everything.”



The three of us were in the conference room of the Discretion offices in Beverly Hills, just off Santa Monica Boulevard. It was after school on a Tuesday.



“Caroline will continue to act as your handler,” my father went on as we took seats at the conference table. Handler was what they called the person training you. “She will assist you on your cases, and I expect you to follow her recommendations when provided. Understood?”



My father, the boss, was far less friendly than my father, the father. I nodded obediently, and punctuated the sentiment with a word, “Completely.”



“Good,” he said, at which point, seemingly on cue, Veronica knocked on the glass door and entered with three files in her hand.



Women in the investigative field were all supremely attractive, or so it seemed to me, and Veronica Thompson was no different. The woman was an absolute knockout: high cheekbones, luscious red lips, enchanting brown eyes, shoulder-length light brown hair that cascaded off her head in waves, wafer-thin limbs, and generous curves in the right places. She was a sharp and conservative dresser, very business-like, and very good at her job.



“The Atkinson woman is here, Frank,” she said as she set the files down on the conference table.



“Good,” my father repeated, with new reason. He looked up at his first female pupil and smiled. “Are you off?”



She nodded. “My flight leaves at eight tonight.” Veronica was working a hush-hush celebrity case based in Scottsdale, Arizona. The client was a big-ticket actress, but I had no idea what the details of the job were. “I’ll update you on the situation and status tomorrow morning. The background work and profiles are on your desk.”



My father nodded. “Have a safe trip,” he said, and when she was gone, he turned his attention back to us. He passed me one of the files, handed the second to Caroline, and flipped the third copy open in his own hands.



“Jacquelyn Atkinson,” he said, reading, “twenty-five years old. Engaged to be married to Bobby Phelps, twenty-eight, son of wealthy software tycoon Richard Phelps. The wedding is Saturday. The bride-to-be has doubts. We did some work for her father, Edward, a couple of years back. She called us and arranged today’s meeting. Let’s hear what she has to say.”



It was clear from the moment she walked into the conference room: Jacquelyn Atkinson was a spoiled, pampered little princess. Much of this assessment was spurred by her appearance; she was dolled up in the immaculate sort of way reserved for very wealthy, very vain women. Every platinum blonde hair was in its proper place, every item of clothing in complete coordination — bright yellow sun dress, large beige belt, beige designer clogs, and a ridiculously large white hat with yellow trim — and every hint of makeup perfectly applied. Her breasts, mounds of flesh that jutted off her chest, were assuredly fake, and her cleavage was a perfect display of tasteful exposure. The rest of her body was tight and toned; personal chefs, nutritionists, and trainers tended to have that effect.



My father rose to his feet and Caroline and I followed suit. “Miss Atkinson,” he said warmly, “so good to see you again. Please, have a seat.”



The woman regarded the three of us as we all sat down again. She was clearly someone used to getting her way. She was also clearly someone used to setting the tone in any conversation.



“I do not have time for small talk,” she said, her voice light and feminine. I was fully expecting her to say something about an important salon appointment, but she did not. “You did some work for my father and he spoke highly of your firm, and now it is I with need of your services.”



“How can we help?” my father asked.



“You are aware of my impending wedding.” It was not a question, but we all nodded. “You are also aware, I’m sure, of the groom and his family.” More nods. “It will be an important union in more ways than one.”



I struggled not to laugh. It sounded like she was talking about a business venture. Which, as it so happens, was exactly how she viewed it.



“Let me be frank with you,” the woman said, leaning forward. “I do not love my fiancé, and it is unlikely that he loves me. He wants an undemanding wife and I want his money. It is a perfect arrangement.”



“But . . .” my father said, guiding.



Jacquelyn smiled thinly. “But every arrangement has its sticking points. Mine happens to be infidelity. If I am to marry him and share his bed — the one thing he does want from me, and often — and do things with him that I do with no one else, I require that he remain completely faithful to me. He knows this; I have made it perfectly clear. He can have my body and no other.”



The woman was definitely a ball-breaker.



“And you do not think he is keeping up his side of the bargain?” my father asked.



“No,” she said coldly, and for a moment real anger flashed across her face, “I do not. I would like you to prove it and provide me with lots of visual evidence, both before and after the wedding. If Bobby is cheating on me, he and his family will pay through the nose.”



My father nodded. “Very well,” he said, “we can do that for you. Caroline and my son Benjamin here will be the associates handling this case for you. If you would come with me, we can discuss the terms of our contract in my office.”



When the two were gone, Caroline turned to me with a cold smile and said, “Get to work, grunt.”



And that is how my first case began, with a pissed-off rich chick. Of course, I would come to realize that the majority of our cases, no matter what directions they might lead us in, begin with pissed-off rich people.



* * *



It was Tuesday when Miss Atkinson met with us. The wedding was Saturday, but the rehearsal dinner was Thursday night and a large family party was Friday night, which meant there was very little time to act.



Detective work usually begins with research, whatever form and fashion it may take. These days, the world is tech-happy, and I got on the computer and dug up some information on Robert “Bobby” Phelps, heir to the Phelps software fortune. I already had the information Miss Atkinson provided us with addresses to all his primary points of contact (house, work, gym, social club, etc.), but every little bit helps.



Caroline walked up and stared over my shoulder as I read an archived article from the Times about Bobby’s “hot bachelor” status. The article was two years old.



“No time for character background, grunt,” she said after a moment. She was close enough that I could smell her citrus perfume, which was lovely. An image flashed suddenly before my eyes: Caroline in black spandex, creeping across the street, her ass looking spectacular as I followed behind. “You’d better find the guy, and quick, and tail him.”

I grinned happily. “Character? No. Background? Yes. I dug up property records on the guy and discovered real estate not on the list given us by his fiancée. It’s on the beach in Malibu and he’s owned it for only a year, less than the span of his current relationship. And I know where he is — his wife says he has an important business dinner tonight.”



One of Caroline’s eyebrows arched thoughtfully. She studied me and I waited, wondering what exactly she would say. What she did say surprised me. “Ok, grunt, let’s go.”



I was somewhat confused. “What?” I asked lamely.



She smiled mirthlessly. “We’re going to check out the guy’s house.”



Which is why, one hour later, I was scaling a twelve foot wall covered in what looked like ivy, trying to sneak my way onto what looked to be Bobby Phelps expensive Malibu beachfront bungalow (or secret bachelor pad, as it were). Luckily, the guy was only twenty-eight and had not yet developed a need for security personnel, so once I was over and in, I opened the side gate to let Caroline in with me.



She had that glow about her, the same jazzed-up look she always got when the thrill of the chase was about her. “Amazing,” she said. “I thought this guy, being as wealthy as he is, would have armed guards and security cameras. The idiot is completely exposed. But we are technically still trespassing, you know.”



I shrugged. “Only if we get caught.”



She remained silent, which meant she was impressed against her will (the only time she does not speak) at my bravado. I scored it as a rare point for me in a very difficult game to score points in. The door was locked, but there was no alarm to be seen, so I bent and picked it clean, impressing her again.



I grinned at her shocked expression. “Dad taught me years ago,” I revealed.



It was the typical bachelor pad: the main room had a black shag rug over hardwood floors, leather couches, a massive plasma flat-screen television, and an extensive wet bar, among other things. Bobby had obviously read the How to Get Chicks Naked Once They’re Back in Your Room series and followed its decorating instructions to the letter, which meant the room was ridiculously childish, boyish, and tacky. I could only imagine what the bedroom looked like. Probably leopard sheets and a ceiling mirror.



“This guy must have lots of money,” Caroline said, looking around with obvious distaste, “if a woman like Jacquelyn is marrying him.”



“No arguments from me,” I agreed. “The guy is . . . a real catch.”



“Great location, great place, and he does this with it.” She actually seemed to be getting upset. Caroline was one of those people who deplored people with money who used their wealth wastefully or unproductively, and this guy probably used it heavily in both of those ways.



And so we began to look around, careful not to move anything out-of-place enough to arouse suspicion. For several minutes, it was completely worthless, until I ran across a tiny black telephone logbook in a drawer in the bedroom. Written across the front in gold letters were the words Little Black Book, which I thought I must have imagined because . . .



“Who the fuck actually has a little black book with the words ‘Little Black Book’ on the cover?” Caroline exclaimed disgustedly, reading over my shoulder and plucking the words right out my head. “This guy is a joke.”



I was busy flipping through the pages, thinking to myself how much money the idiot who owned the place would have to spend to clear his name and work his divorce. There were many, many names of women, few I had any real idea about — that is, until I got to a section titled H.S.



“Look at this,” I said. “What do you think?”



She stared at the page. “I don’t know,” she admitted, “could be lots of things, I guess.”



I pointed at one of the names. “Cindy Buck,” I recited. “She graduated from Rembrandt last year. I think the heading stands for High School, meaning girls this guy met who were in high school when he met them.”



“Jesus,” she whispered as she took the book. She studied it a moment. “Here’s a name I recognize: Hannah Sebastian. She’s an escort, as top-of-the-line and professional as they come. Gorgeous and insanely expensive. Makes over four hundred thousand a year. She’s done some work for us in the past.”



“Apparently, Miss Atkinson is right,” I said. “She definitely does not have the only hole on the green; this prick is sticking his flag into anything he can find.”



“He seems to like . . .” Caroline began, and then she trailed off. The sound of car could easily be heard, followed a moment later by the flash of headlights across the ceiling. She looked at me with a hard expression. “So much for the business dinner. Nice work, grunt. He’s home.”



“Closet?” I suggested, and Caroline cursed under her breath. I took that as a yes, and moments later she was shoving me into the small coat closet off to the side of the room.



I went face first into a plethora of thick winter coats (not pleasant) and spun around just in time to watch as Caroline followed me in. Her body pressed against mine (heaven!) and the closet door shut behind us. My hands instinctually went around her waist, while hers pressed into the wall behind me. We were, effectively, packed together like sardines.



“Ok?” I asked.



“Fine,” she whispered back, and the word was a bullet.



It was quite the situation. The closet was no more than four feet by four feet, and that was without the hanging clothes. Caroline, of course, smelled incredible, and her body felt fantastic pressed against mine.



Aside from how she felt, there was another thing worth noting: the closet door was not constructed of one solid piece of wood. A large section of the door employed the use of down-turned wooden slabs, running width-wise the door and set a very short distance apart. The effect of this design was to add a touch of the unique to the door itself and to allow the clothes within the closet to breathe. It also, as a curious but fortunate side effect of the angles of the slabs and the darkness of the closet, allowed a person inside to view the outside, but not vice versa.



We barely made it inside; mere moments after the closet door closed, the door to the bungalow opened and two people stumbled inside. One of them, the female, was speaking.



“What do you want to show me, huh?” the girl was asking, and she sounded young.



“In a minute,” Bobby Phelps said reprovingly. “I’ll show you in just a minute.”



I tilted my head down slightly and found myself staring directly in the eyes of Caroline Rae, our faces no more than six inches apart. I was struck, very suddenly, by how bright blue her eyes were, visible even in the relative darkness.



“Don’t make a sound,” the woman whispered in her softest voice. She inched forward until her face hovered over my left shoulder, her cheek just brushing mine, her breath was warm in my ear. “Give it a minute,” she suggested, “and when they hit the bedroom, we’ll leave.”



I nodded silently.



“Show me!” the girl outside chirped. “I really want to see!”



Bobby Phelps grinned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”



The girl giggled. “Show you my what?”



“I think you know,” the man said. “I want to see.”



Caroline grunted under her breath. “Ridiculous,” she breathed.



The other woman in the room did not think so, apparently, and promptly stripped the thin black shirt she was wearing up and over her head. She was not wearing a bra, and a pair of grapefruit-sized breasts spilled out and bounced into position.



“Do you like them, Bobby?” the girl said, her voice all at once demure and submissive.



Phelps studied the girl thoroughly, seeming very intense and determined. “Put your hands behind your head,” he ordered suddenly, “and turn around.”



The girl complied, lacing her fingers behind her head and turning so that, coincidentally, she faced the closet. Her face held hints of apprehension and excitement, and clear indications of drug or alcohol use. Her skin was flushed, her eyes glazed. She also looked mildly familiar.



Of course, her position granted me a perfect view of her body, and never once to waste an opportunity, I took a moment to admire her breasts: round and moderately-sized, they were well-shaped with large pink nipples. They captured the attention of the other man, too; moving in behind her, he reached around each of her sides and slid his hands over her breasts, cupping them in his palms.



“Take a breath and hold it,” he told her, and the girl sucked in a deep breath, drawing air into her lungs, and held it, pushing her chest out. His hands began to move, his fingers kneading and squeezing the soft tit-flesh.



“Release,” he said, and she let the air out in a whoosh. “Again.” She sucked in another breath, holding it as he fondled her for long moments. “Release,” he said for a second time, and she let her breath out again in a heavy gasp. He gave her boobs one last good squeeze and said, “That’s a good girl, now get down on your knees.”



It was at this point that Caroline swore silently under her breath, and so it was that I realized what she had realized first just by listening: the two lovers would not be moving to the bedroom anytime soon.



They were stuck.



Caroline lifted her face, met my gaze, and an unspoken acknowledgement of our predicament passed between us. I nodded and she sighed, softly but with more than a little displeasure, and leaned forward to whisper once more in my ear.



“We may be here a while,” she said, her breath hot on my skin, “and this is not comfortable.”



This could be interesting, I thought, as I whispered back, “Straighten up and turn around, and you can use your arms to support yourself against the doorframe.”



The look she gave me then was quite clear: she wanted me to shut up. Even so, my suggestion had been a good one, and so slowly, very slowly, she twisted her body, her breasts pressed hard into my chest as they slid across its width, until finally she had maneuvered around. It worked, as far as I could tell: Caroline was facing the door and, therefore, much more comfortable.



The off-shoot of this action, however, was that I was suddenly now more uncomfortable. This was due entirely to one fact; Caroline’s incredibly firm bottom, the object of much of my youthful lust, was pressed against my groin. The worst-case scenario would be an erection in this instance, and so I struggled to keep myself as far from contact with her as possible.



“Shhh,” she whispered fiercely as I shuffled around behind her.



Outside, Phelps had wasted little time. His pants were around his ankles and the girl was on her knees before him, her head bobbing up and down. I could not see the graphic action, but it was clear what was happening; we could hear the slurping and sucking sounds.



“Tongue my balls,” Phelps told the girl, and for the first time I caught a glimpse of the action as the girl turned her head to the side and nuzzled her mouth up under the man’s scrotum. Her tongue traced the wrinkles it found there, and he shuddered at the sensations.



“Good girl,” he said with a sigh.



“What a prick,” Caroline whispered, her grip tightening on the doorframe. This had the unfortunate consequence of pushing her further back into me, and I struggled valiantly to keep my manhood in check. It was a little swollen, but nothing overbearing, and Caroline was showing no hint of being bothered by it, which I was sure she would do if she knew.



It was several minutes of sucking and tonguing before Phelps pulled the girl up by her hair and dragged her over to the couch. He pushed her down roughly over the wide leather armrest, bending her over, and reached under her dark red mini-skirt. Moments later, her panties were stripped down around her knees and his fingers were active upon what had been covered, although it was difficult for us to see the intimate touching from our position.



“Are you going to eat me?” the girl asked with eagerness in her voice, glancing back.



Phelps laughed. “Not a chance,” he laughed, and slapped her hard on the rump. She shrieked, and as she shrieked he forced her head back around to face front.



Caroline growled angrily, but did not move.



“Get ready,” he warned, and without further words, buried his cock deep inside the girl from behind, and began to fuck her mercilessly over the arm of the couch.



His hips slammed into the cheeks of her bottom, rippling its flesh, and he grunted and she whimpered with every stroke. She began to moan, although whether from pleasure or pain at the rough treatment, I could not be sure. Phelps reached around and clutched one of her breasts, and squeezed it hard, and the moaning for an instant turned to an undeniable whimper of pain.



It was then that I became aware of another sound, far quieter than his hips smacking into her, the squishing of his cock as it penetrated her, her moans and whimpers, or his loud grunts and groans; no, it was the sound a labored breathing, quiet but unmistakable, and coming from Caroline Cassidy. In short, she was kind of turned on, and the revelation that an ice queen like Caroline did, in fact, have a sexual side was one of the greatest moments of my young life.



I did not get to dwell on it long, however.



Phelps cried out and then pulled out, and sprayed a helping of white seed across the back and bottom of the girl splayed out before him, getting some of it on her skirt. I do not think she had achieved her own orgasm yet, but that did not stop the man, apparently.



He stumbled back and plopped down into a chair, his face contorted in a pleasured grimace. The girl pushed herself to her feet after a moment, and asked, “Bobby?”



He opened his eyes. “Clean yourself up and hop in the shower. I’ll be there in a minute.”



She was a little confused, but nodded and left the room. Phelps did not sit long, thankfully enough. As soon as we heard the shower burst to life in another room, he hauled himself up, shuffled forward, kicked his pants finally off his ankles, and walked out of the room.



When Caroline finally deemed it safe enough for us to exit the closet, with the man and his young slut enjoying more sex in the shower, we tumbled out of the closet and swiftly made our way out the door and back to the car, and sped safely away.



It was not long before the reprimand.



She reached into her pocket and, for the first time, I saw the little mini-camera in her hands. I’d been oblivious to it while we were in the closet, but apparently Caroline had taken the liberty of snatching a few photographs. I grinned happily, knowing our case was progressing nicely.



“We got some good photos,” she admitted, “which will prove very useful, both in satisfying our client and in helping her towards her ultimate goal. It was smart to search his real estate holdings; the revelation of the Malibu residence will also serve our client well.”



She turned to face me then, those beautiful eyes sharp as spinning drill-bits as they bored into me. At that moment, before she spoke, I realized one thing with crystal clarity: Caroline Cassidy was absolutely gorgeous when she was angry.



“But that does not,” she continued, “excuse what just happened. When you are skirting the edges of legality, you must know exactly what is going on around you. There can be no surprises. You must know the window of time you have to act. It’s partly my fault, but the responsibility is ultimately yours. Do you understand?”



I completely understood and agreed with her. “It won’t happen again,” I said.



Caroline nodded. “Good,” she said simply.



I grinned. “Do you forgive me?” I asked.



The beautiful blonde rolled her eyes. “Drive, grunt,” she said, and off we went.



* * *



Caroline had pressing work the next afternoon, so she sent me off by myself after school to develop the photos and present them to Miss Atkinson. Basically, I had no idea what to expect.



“Tell her the story,” Caroline said, prepping me. “Show her the photos. Ask her what she would like us to do. Make no commitments and tell her you have to speak to Frank to approve her requests. Thank her and come back here. Simple.”



Which is exactly what happened, as far as she knows.



Jacquelyn Atkinson lived in the Pacific Palisades, one of the most affluent sections of Los Angeles located in the hills above Santa Monica and Brentwood, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Her family mansion was gated with significant security personnel and vast, sprawling grounds. Her marriage to Bobby Phelps, however, was going to take her from a family with a small fortune ($50M) to one that was really, really big.



The guard stopped my Range Rover at the gate and I was allowed inside only after being thoroughly checked out. A cul-de-sac stood at the end of the long driveway with a fountain in the center of the circle, and a valet waiting to take my car. I hastened up the steps and knocked on the door, which was answered by an elderly, tuxedo-clad man who bowed and bade me follow.



Which is how I ended up by the Olympic-sized swimming pool mere moments after my arrival. I could not see my client anywhere, but that did not stop the butler from leaving.



“Hello?” I called out.



“Just a minute,” a mellifluous voice echoed from inside the pool house. “Like a drink?”



I grinned; she had no idea how young I was. “No, thanks,” I said, and soon she appeared.



Jacquelyn Atkinson looked nothing — and yet somehow everything — like she had the day before. She wore white Gucci sunglasses and another hat, this one wide-brimmed and white and made of finely stitched straw, and her white high heels made little clacking sounds on the concrete. But it was what lay in-between head and toe that stirred me in more ways than one. She wore a wispy see-through robe, open in front and hanging from her shoulders, which did little to hide the rest of her body.



And that amazing body, which had been hinted at subtly by her outfit the day before, was on full display in a tiny white string bikini. She was tan and trim with huge fake tits and long succulent legs, and the woman walked with a kind of a half-swoon, half-sashay that was whole-sexy, wiggling her hips and jiggling her breasts in mouth-watering ways.



She casually sipped from a margarita glass, filled to the brim, and walked right up and past me, heading back into the main house. I was rooted to the spot, however, unable to move, because when she passed I learned that her string bikini bottoms were actually thong bikini bottoms, and the woman’s scrumptious ass was right there to behold. It was an incredible sight.



“Coming?” she asked, knowing full well the power she had.



“Not far from it,” I said without thinking, and my ears went hot with sudden concern, until I heard her give the lightest little laugh. She did not even break stride.



She led me into the house, across the massive, marble-tiled entry hall, up the wide circular stairs, down one of several long and branching hallways, and into a room with broad double-doors. It was a bedroom, whether the master or not I had no idea, with a raised section for the four-post bed and a separate step-down lounge area, much like a fancy resort suite might have, with plush leather couches, glass coffee table, television, and floor-to-ceiling windows. There was also a balcony, accessible through one of those windows, overlooking the ocean. It was very swank and very stylish, and decorated almost exclusively in white and pink.



“Sit,” she said, waving her hand loosely in the direction of the couches as she walked towards a side-door. I seated myself and waited, and several minutes later she returned, still carrying her margarita glass, which was now only half-full. She seated herself on the couch across from me, legs crossly demurely in front of her, one arm stretched out along the cushions, the other bent to allow her to sip her drink. She looked very comfortable and very relaxed, and very much at home. Not to mention, smoking hot and very aware of it.

“Speak,” she said quietly, and in a manner that suggested she had expected me to know that the time was passed for me to begin.



I took a breath and took the plunge. “You were right, Miss Atkinson,” I told her. “Your fiancé is not a very faithful man.”



She did not move for a long moment. And then she took a sip from her drink. And then she slowly removed her white Gucci shades and set them next to her on the couch. Her eyes were brightest gray, like silver storm clouds, and very cold.



I continued, “We searched through his records and discovered real estate not mentioned on the list you provided. It seems he also owns a beach-front bungalow in Malibu, which we believe he purchased solely for the purpose of seducing young women unbeknownst to you.”



She caught my meaning immediately. “Young women?” she asked softly, and though her voice was also sweet, I knew better than to think, despite the tone, that the woman before me was in anywhere close to a sweet sort of mood.



My ears were burning and my pulse was racing. This conversation was very intense already, and hardly anything had been said. It was a hell of an introduction to client control, which I suppose is why Caroline had me go by myself in the first place.



“It appears your fiancé has a taste for younger women, college-age girls and high school girls, and also for professionals,” I replied.



Her stare was firm. “Hookers,” she clarified, and it was not a question.



“Yes,” I replied.



“And you have proof?”



I nodded and opened the manila envelope I was carrying, and handed her the photographs. “My partner and I observed your fiancé last night at the Malibu bungalow. He had a girl with him.”



Those gray eyes roamed over the photographs as she shuffled them around. “She’s only a girl,” she whispered, almost to herself.



“How would you like us to proceed, Miss Atkinson?” I asked, and for the first time, the woman’s eyes came up and actually seemed to see me. Where before I had been just one of her hired hands, for the first time it felt like the woman was seeing me, Ben Merriman.



“You are the owner’s son. Ben, is it?” she asked, her voice as soft as ever, and I nodded. “And you are how old?” Again, I responded truthfully. “In high school, I suspect?”



“A senior, Miss Atkinson,” I replied.



She waved another dismissive hand. “Please, call me Jacquelyn. After all, I am only a few years older than you, myself. If you would excuse me a moment . . .”



She did not wait for a reply. She rose and walked back to the bathroom, and everything was silent for a few blissful moments, until a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the room. I was on my feet instantly, ready to charge across the room and into the bathroom, ready to help Jacquelyn with whatever had happened, when the door to that very room opened, and the woman herself came through.



And she was grinning.



Not grinning happily as people sometimes do, not grinning at life or the absurdities therein, not grinning because of some funny joke. No, Jacquelyn Atkinson was grinning at me, and it was a grin I had seen before, but never would have expected to see on her.



It was the grin of a predator that knows it has found its prey, and the prey, it seemed, was me: those hard gray eyes were staring right at me.



“Was the girl last night attractive, Benjamin?” she asked, as nonchalantly as if she were asking about the weather, and she was walking again with that sashay-wiggle. Her use of my full name was not lost on me.



“Yes,” I answered truthfully; she seemed the kind of woman who could smell a lie. She was still moving in my direction, and I watched her come at me with growing concern, and a growing something else, as well.



“More attractive than me?” she asked, as sweetly as ever.



“No,” I answered, and again I was being truthful. The woman before me was a forest fire, the girl a mere candle beside it.



“Do you like what you see?” Jacquelyn asked, running her hands over the toned flesh of her stomach.



“How could I not,” I said. “You’re breathtaking.”



She walked right up to where I was standing. I could smell the traces of alcohol on her breath and the herbal scent of her hair. Even in heels, the top of her head was right at the level of my eyes.



“My husband-to-be underestimates me,” she said, and now her voice was sweet and cold and frightening as all hell, “if he thinks he can fuck around and not pay the consequences. And there will be consequences. You see, as I said, infidelity will be a major strike against him when I hit him with divorce. The courts do not look to kindly upon it. He will have to pay, and big. Once we’re married, of course.”



She smiled and lay a gentle hand on my chest. This was no high school girl looking for sexual experience and experimentation; this was a well-trained seductress, an artist of highest degree.



Everything fell into place for me then. The question we’d been asking had been why the woman had chosen the man, which was completely wrong; it was quite obvious why she was with him, now. The question really was, why was the man, an obvious philanderer, had chosen a woman who demanded what he could not give, commitment?



The answer lay in the fantastic figure before me: the woman was built for sex.



“His payment will start with you, Benjamin,” she cooed, and suddenly she was close enough so that her wonderful breasts were grazing my chest. “He is off fucking high schools girls in his secret bachelor bungalow, but I will do him one better. I will fuck a high school boy right under his very nose, starting now.”



Heaven help me, I thought.



* * *



Jacquelyn Atkinson is a sexual talent of the highest order. When you have fortune on the sizable scale of her family, normal types of schooling seem irrelevant. She realized from a very young age what type of life she wanted to have and what types of skills she would need to secure it.



And so she spent her summer after high school graduation — quite unbeknownst to her parents, who thought she was on a European vacation — with one of the most renowned and reclusive madams in Paris, as well as the most expensive and highly sought gigolos in Venice, and had learned everything there is to know, and more, about how to please a man. Not only please, but to read and understand what each man desires without having to ask.



There is so much more going on inside her head than anyone could have possibly imagined. Cool, calm, and calculating, she knows exactly what she want and what will get her there.



Of course, fucking the boy standing before her at present will not necessarily gain her any kind of monetary bonus or practical advantage, nor would it further her social or political standing. It is revenge, pure and simple, the basest emotion.



It is revenge against the man who promised he would remain faithful if she agreed to marry him. It is revenge against the man who’d likely broken that promise the very next night, while she had remained steadfast and not fucked another in six months, which was an absolute eternity to survive on one cock alone for someone as sexual as she.



And here is fresh meat standing before her: an attractive young man with stars in his eyes. She comes to notice three things about Benjamin Merriman in that moment: first, that his eyes are a deep shade of gray, like hers, but dark where hers are light, dark like thundering storm clouds; second, that a lump quivers in the crotch of his jeans, and that it is a sizable lump; and, third, that his face is full of anticipation and appreciation, and she loves to be appreciated.



She will make his dreams come true.



Her pussy goes instantly wet and soaks the bikini bottoms taut between her legs. Without another word she reaches for the lump in his pants, her fingers trace the outline of his cock, and she grins.



“Very nice,” she purrs.



Sex is the only time she ever acts in any way soft, demure, or submissive. The rest of the time, she is hard as steel, a manner in part calculated to ensure that those who fucked her were that much happier having seen her so soft with them in bed. It was something she learned from the madam.



The boy starts to speak, but she silences him with a look. She does not want to talk; she wants to suck and fuck and orgasm, in that order. He will enjoy the process, she knows; she is not selfish in bed. She lifts his hand and slips a finger between her lips.



Jacquelyn knows exactly what men like; she studied the gigolo well. She sucks the finger with a sultry exaggeration no man can resist: pouting her lips, sucking her cheeks, swaying her body with eyes half-closed, as if the thought of having his cock there, instead of just a finger, has her completely on fire. She is on fire, but not for that.



She rubs his cock through his jeans, and feels the object of her affection grow harder and larger; she decides she must see it for herself. Deftly she undoes the zipper and reaches inside, gently drawing his cock out from its concealment. He moans lightly as she wraps her fingers around his shaft, one by one, and begins to stroke it up and down.



His cock is thick and hard, just the way she likes it, and large at what looked like more than seven inches. It’s a wonderful cock — and she had seen her fair share — which is one of the main reasons she expects she will fuck him more than just this once, doing things to him he has only dreamed of, paying Bobby back in spades for cheating on her and living down to her expectations. She might even bring a woman in, something she had never let happen with Bobby.



When the cock is fully hard, she releases it and steps back, letting fall her robe to the floor. Her bikini top follows shortly thereafter, leaving her in just her bottoms. Her body is fantastic, she knows, lean and tan and perfect, and her face is gorgeous. She is not one of the most powerful young women in the city for nothing. Her tits are on prominent display, and impressive: 34DD, augmented to perfection, and very full and round.



She steps forward and leans in, running her hands up his body, her face next to his. She is close enough to kiss him, but when he leans in to kiss her — boldly, which she likes — she slithers back down his body to her knees, her eyes locked on his, her hands trailing after her, until she comes face-to-face with his cock.



It is beautiful, she admits, and she admires it for long moments as she unbuttoned his pants; his underwear and jeans soon fall to the floor in a heap, leaving him naked below the waist. She reaches out and takes hold of his penis with both hands, gently rubbing it like a fire stick. Hunger overwhelms her, and she cannot wait any more.



She is, after all, a sexual creature, and simply has to have a taste; her tongue roams over his cock, moistening every inch, flittering over it with speed and surety even as she strokes it with one hand, pulling the skin up and back, stretching it tight.



Her mouth drops lower and goes for his testicles, which she knows men adore. She teases the heavy balls, running the tip of her tongue over the wrinkled sack and beneath to rarely touched places, and he moans for the first time. Few women bother with such spots, so far below, but she knows what men love, and will bestow it.



His fingers run through her long blonde hair and take hold of her head. He is not a novice, it seems, and she is thankful for that; such aggression might suit him well later, and perhaps she will get more pleasure from this than she expects. She laps at his balls, the flat of her tongue pressed up against them, and sucks first one, then the other into her mouth, all the while keeping her fingers on his shaft.



She glances up and catches his eye, and holds his gaze as she tilts her head and slowly presses the flat of her tongue to the underside of his shaft. She begins at the base and slurps a wet stripe from end to end, rounding the tip and closing her soft lips over the head. She holds there, the mushroom crown like a tootsie pop in her mouth, and proceeds to do what any normal person would do with a tootsie pop in their mouth: she suckles it, hard.



And rolls her tongue around it.



And purrs with pleasure.



Jacquelyn loves the power of sucking a man off. The common male perception is that they are in control in such a situation, with a woman on her knees, subservient, before them. Ha! She is the one with the power, not them. She is the one pulling the strings, and she can get anything, have anything she wants with a cock in her mouth. True power, she knows, lies between the lips and legs of a beautiful woman.



She feels his hands against her head, pushing her forward, urging more of his meat into her mouth. She complies willingly; aside from the power and control of it, she does actually like to suck dick, and knows she is talented.



She bobs her head up and down, taking more of his cock deeper with every stroke. Her free hand sweeps her luxurious blonde hair up and flips it back over her shoulder: she knows the boy will want to watch her suckling him, with her luscious red lips wrapped around his shaft.



Several strokes later she feels the purple head nudge against the back of her throat, and almost simultaneously his pubic hair tickles her nose; she very nearly has him completely inside her mouth. Only two inches left, but she would definitely finish the job. She pulls back and slides down again, and this time when she feels pressure at the back of her mouth, she swallows and lets the head of his cock slip down into the depths of her throat.



The boy moans and grips her hair tighter, pulling almost painfully at the roots. She holds him there, her tongue flittering about the shaft, her lips smacking at the base, her hand gently massaging his balls. She suckles him harder and faster now, her hair whipping furiously around her head as she bastes his meat with her mouth.



Surprisingly, the boy leans into her, bucking his hips at her. One of her darkest secrets is the pleasure she derives from having her face fucked, a truth unlocked and known only by the gigolo, but very few men were confident enough to initiate it themselves; this boy, she realizes, was no ordinary young lover.



He growls suddenly, a sure sign of an approaching male orgasm.



She is right, of course; she always was. His cum pours into her mouth and she eagerly gulps it down, taking all of what he gives her, and she feels it gush down her throat. She must have been good; the boy’s cock is like a geyser. She loves the feel of the sticky liquid as it fills her mouth and coats his cock with a thin layer of spunk.



As his climax subsides, she finally drops his cock from her mouth and tenderly cleans it with her tongue; all remnants of his seed must go. She does not mind, really; his syrup actually tastes quite good. His fingers ease their way again through her hair, stroking softly, and she gazes up into his grateful eyes as her tongue laps away.



He pats her head gently — oh, he is a bold one — as she takes his soft penis back into her mouth. This is a favorite of hers, and a challenge she gives herself: how fast can she rejuvenate him.



And so she works her wonders on him again, sucking him, teasing him, rolling her tongue over the limp appendage. She purrs as she works, lavishing her affections on him, and it is less than a minute before he slowly begins to stiffen again, and she smiled.



Benjamin groans and speaks for the first time since she began, and there is something new and different in his face, and in his eyes. “Well, Jacquelyn, aren’t you the talented slut.”



She is shocked by his words. Very few men would ever speak to her so, especially after she had just given them such a fantastic blowjob. This one, she can see clearly, is different; different, she knows, is either awful or intriguing. She does not answer, thinking more the latter, and not wanting to pause for even a moment in her oral ministrations.



He chuckles and lifts her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up at him. The balance of power is shifting, she feels it keenly, and while not always her way, she goes with it this time and softens the look of her eyes; she will see what the boy has to offer.



His eyes widen as he notices the change; he is definitely a sharp one, and does not waste the opportunity she’s given him. “You love sucking cock,” he says. She nods, his cock in her mouth. “But that’s not what you really want, is it, Jackie?”



No one calls her Jackie, not ever, but his voice is commanding and his eyes so intense, his dominance so unexpected, that she allows him to have his way with her. His fingers tighten suddenly in her hair and pull upward, and she winces in pain as his cock falls from her mouth.



“No,” she whispers in her throaty post-blowjob voice.



He continues to pull her hair, dragging her to her feet. He leans in, his face barely an inch from hers, and says fiercely, “I’m going to fuck you, Jackie. Not on a bed, not on a couch, not on the floor. I’m going to fuck you on the desk, and I’m going to fuck you hard.”



He shoves her backward and she bumps up against a small writing desk. She nods obediently, and grins defiantly, and waits.



“You like it hard, don’t you?” he growls. His hand slips down her body and plucks aside her bikini bottoms, and his finger slips deep inside her without warning.



Her head drops back and a whimper breaks free. She can scarcely believe the change in the power dynamic; he’d been putty in her hands a few minutes ago. He is good, very good. Her eyes flutter shut as his finger explores her, expertly twisting and turning, and caressing her from the inside out.



“Time for a little taste,” the boy says, and with that he grabs her waist and spins her around, and with a hand between her shoulder blades, shoves her shoulders forward and down, bending her over the desk. The shoving hand trails down the curve of her back, past the dimples upon her back, and over her rump.



Whack!



The vicious blow he levels at her ass catches her off-guard, and she growls angrily. Then she feels his hand reverse course, sliding back up her side and over her neck to take firm hold of her hair once again, and she knows there is no time to complain. He is moving too fast, keeping her off her guard, and she can hardly think straight, which never, ever happens — and yet thrills her tremendously. He tugs at the strings of her bikini bottoms and lets them fall, deftly relieving her of the last of her clothes, everything but her high heels.



“Spread ‘em,” he orders, and she spreads her legs obediently.



He pushes her down against the table, her breasts flattening against the surface. She cannot see what is happening, but suddenly feels him fingering her sex. She tries to turn, but he holds her down. He is in command.



Again he runs a hand over the tight, toned curve of her bottom, and she shivers with desire. He slaps her ass then a second time, one swat only and hard on the butt, and she can feel the hand print tingling on her cheek.



She shrieks and growls again at him, but he pays her no mind.



His fingers trace up and down over her skin, his fingertips grazing ever so gently, tickling her, leaving no inch untouched. She purrs as he strokes her, anticipation nearly overwhelming her. She does not like to be teased, but this boy is doing a masterful job of it. She is bent over and displayed, and she loves it.



“Taste me,” she begs him, and cannot see him grin.



* * *



It was an unbelievable butt, I have to admit, and when she pleaded for me to taste her, I knew I had to get started, despite the torrent of wickedness running rampant through my mind, so fiercely it actually startled me. Ah, the things I could do to such a finely wrought rump.



Let me describe the sight.



Bent over at ninety degrees with her upper-half squished against the desk and her legs locked at the knees, nude except for her high heels, Jacquelyn Atkinson looked like a porn star placed in the prime position to allow viewing of her nether region, and it was an eyeful. A thin swath of fine blonde hair, neatly trimmed in a triangle small enough to hide beneath a string bikini, sat just above — or below, since it was upturned — the actual pink of her vagina, which was shorn completely clean. Her pussy lips were pursed tightly together, but the folds were wet and juice dribbled slowly from the slit.

*** This is part 2 of You’re mine and you know it.



Enjoy. Help from Kaylee in Arizona



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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



Stacy.



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).

“I made this story after I was browsing on this site and noticed that there was nothing on cheerleader’s feet. I mean, that should be a given in my opinion. Cheerleaders are not only (stereotypically) hot, but they get a good workout and wear those shoes a lot. No such thing as too much feet, so I made it about not one, not two, but three cheerleaders that I knew that would make good foot teasers. Tell me what you thought of this by rating and commenting. Enjoy!”



*



Basketball season was underway at my high school. Of course, about the only thing that meant for me was making a few extra bucks by working concessions and cleaning up the stands after the game. I liked the money, but I really didn’t care about the games. I’ve never been the sporty time. About the only thing I loved was the awesome cheerleaders we had. I was a friendly guy, so I had no problem talking to them like lots of guys do. They always came to get food during the breaks and between men’s and women’s games. They all knew me by name, either from being in my classes or just getting to know me at the stand.



“Hey Danny, what’s up,” one of the cheerleaders was asking me. I snapped out of my day dreaming. I was at my stand right now, and the cheerleading captain, Lexi, was looking at me with a smile.



“Oh, hey Lexi, what’s it going to be?” I asked politely. She was easily my favorite cheerleader and the hottest. Lexi had long, curly brown hair that was currently tied back in bow. She had a very sexy dancer’s physique and some of the hottest hazel eyes and huge eyelashes. She had a very playful nature, but was also very nice and definitely not a whore.



“I need to snickers, a slice of pizza, and two vitamin waters please?” Lexi asked. I got her the stuff and charged her the amount. “Man, I’m starving! The teams are scoring like crazy, so we gotta be cheering a lot.”



“Oh, it must really suck that you are a cheerleader,” I replied sarcastically. She laughed, thanked me for the food and walked back to the gym. I was admiring her as she walked away. She was the definition of cute and fit well into her uniform. What I didn’t like was that the uniform itself is a tease. Tight enough to show their figure and bobs, low skirt, but their clit was covered well, and the white shoes that they wore. They must have the sweatiest feet and I need some relief. One of my dreams was to worship a cheerleaders pretty, sweaty, stinky feet from toe to the ball. I smiled to myself, there was no way in hell that would happen. I was just there food boy and I really didn’t want to be labelled a pervert.



However, there was this persistent rumor that I kept hearing about the cheerleaders. If both teams lost the their home games, the cheerleaders would take their disappointment out by “having a little fun.” As far as I knew, the last time that happened was two years ago. The guy I heard this rumor from said that the cheerleaders took one of the guy basketball players into their locker room and had an hot orgy with him. He apparently played better after that too. I almost couldn’t believe it though, especially now. Lexi wasn’t that kind of girl. Even at 18, she was very mature for her age. All the senior cheerleaders on the winter squad were 18 too, so I didn’t think it too likely. All I could do was dream about, after I was finished working. The women’s team had just lost, and people were flocking to the concession stand. “Well, maybe if the guys lose, I can find out for sure,” I thought to myself sarcastically. This was going to be a long shift.



It was pretty slow the rest of the night. The guys game was going on and very few people were getting up to get refreshments or snacks. I asked one of our few customers if everyone was glued to their chairs. He told me that the game was really close and that the two teams kept passing each other. No wonder it was so boring. Well, I got paid either way., so it didn’t matter to me. About an hour after that last customer, the floodgates opened as people shuffled out with angry looks on their faces, or at least people who lived here. The home team had lost because of two personal fouls by two different guys. According to a customer, it was “embarrassing and unsportsmanlike conduct” for our team. The place was empty soon after, as people don’t tend to stay around after a loss or buy stuff after the game. I closed shop and got ready for cleaning duty.



Cleaning duty isn’t as bad as you might think it would be. Honestly, all one does is pick up trash in the stands and put away some equipment. The janitor does the rest. What sucks about the job is the guy that I work with, Dakota. This guy is the biggest nerd and pervert I knew and he looked the part. He wore those silly hipster glasses, ginger hair, a really bad perm, bad acne and bad social skills all around. He was always talking about girls, either ones that he wanted to fuck or girls that he had supposedly fucked. These girls that he bragged about were always from other schools, so I doubted the validity of his stories. Today was no different, we were to clean up the place and he would pass the time talking.



This time, it was about a girl that was on the opposing school tonight. He said that he took her to the locker area for the students and she gave him “glorious head” as he put it. I knew he was pulling my leg though, seeing as the student areas were locked during games. We watched as two cheerleaders walked by, leaving the gym for home. Dakota gave them a look and I knew what he was thinking before he even said it.



“Where are they going you think? Both teams lost, so shouldn’t they be heading to the boys locker room to treat their losers? he said with envy.



“Come on man, you know that’s just a stupid rumor. Besides, I wouldn’t want to do anything for our team at this point,” I replied annoyed with his stupidity.



Dakota picked up a bottle of coke and looked over at me. “But wouldn’t it be awesome if they did and that was the case for the team?!” Then maybe we have a chance huh?” He threw the bottle in our recycling bag.



The thought had had already occurred to me though. It would be nice to think that a whole squad of cute girls would be happy to pleasure me. Then of course, there was the fact not all the squad was really that attractive. out of the 10 cheerleaders that performed on the winter guard, seven of them were cute and the other three were ugly. Winter guard was kind of second choice for people and the football team got the cutest girls. Lexi was forced to do both seasons as she was captain. Now she would be incredible. Her curvy body, goddess of a smile, her mouth around my cock, her feet in my mouth…oh boy did I need to stop.



Dakota kept talking about what he would do them the girls if he was chosen by them. I sniggered, knowing that in real life, he couldn’t talk to them and would run away from any of them if they tried to strike up a conversation. Some of what he did say was surprising what I wanted too.



“You know what I really wish I could have? One of their worn shoes,” Dakota said greedily. “I’ve always wanted Lexi shoes most of all. They must smell so good!” This was the part where he was actually making sense. I returned to my job and got to the upper row. It was nice not having anyone around really, but it was a bit too quiet. I heard Lexi and some of the other girls heading to the entrance, but I couldn’t see them from here.



I finished cleaning pretty quick and Dakota was wrapping up to. He was looking down at another cheerleader walking by, leaving the gym. She waved at me and told me have a good night. I waved back and smiled, not remembering what her name was. After she left, Dakota became excited.



“That’s the last cheerleader, now we can go into the cheerleader’s locker room!” he whispered. I was shocked to hear him say this. He was a pervert, but not exactly this much of an idiot.



“And what? There’s nothing in there now and you might get caught,” I said.



“Nah-uh, I’ve been watching the janitor for the past two years, he doesn’t clean in there until after we have left, all the girls are gone, and there’s no one else that goes in there are the game,” he replied stupidly.



“Ok, but what could compel you to go in there?” This was Dakota being dumb as usually, but he was being rather forward about it



“Lexi’s shoes of course, what else,” he replied, giving me a “that’s obvious” look.



I shook my head, still amazed at this stupidity. “Lexi will have locked the shoes up with her uniform.



Dakota smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong…she came out a few minutes ago in uggs with Sally and Kalyn. I’ve noticed that she has being doing that a lot lately and she comes back a while later to get them. She always takes them home.”



Now I was starting to think that Dakota might not be wrong. The only thing I could see with this problem would be if Lexi came back while he was still in there. However, the locker room had to ways in or out. There was the entrance by the hallway to school entrance. Then there was a exit that lead to the stairs on the right of the gym. “So, you’re gonna try it huh?” I asked seriously.



“Yeah, I’m gonna try it. Maybe I’ll even take the shoes too,” he smiled and I knew he was serious. I gave him a disapproving look. Stealing was a whole nother thing, He dismissed my concerning look though. “I’ll put them back before the next game, don’t worry.”



He went down the stairs and went to the entrance. He froze right in front of the door. I looked down confused. Was he spotted or was he just too chicken. He looked back up at me. Yep, he was too scared. I walked down to him, laughing to myself at how dumb he looked. His own plan and he couldn’t carry it out.



“I…I can’t do it Dan. I might be wrong and the girls will tell the principal…and I’ll get expelled!” He sure did look pathetic right now. He didn’t have a bad bone in his entire body. Then, something must have sparked in his mind. “Hey Dan….you know how you hate packing up equipment?” he asked.



I didn’t hate the job, but I wasn’t too keen on it. I asked him why. “Well….if you can get the shoes for me in there and bring them back….I’ll do the equipment for you tonight and give you my salary tonight.” My ears shot up, he was asking me to do his dirty work for him, the coward. Of course, the money and not having to do anymore work sounded appealing. I also was curious about Lexi’s shoes. I hadn’t told Dakota that I also had a foot fetish, so this worked out evenly.



“Ok, but if I get caught, I’m saying this was your idea,” I said with a blink. His face turned green, but he nodded. He went to work on getting the balls put away. Looking to make sure that no one was around the hall, I made for the locker room door. I opened it up quietly and listened for a few seconds to make sure that there really was no one in the room. I walked in on my tiptoes and went for the cheerleader’s section. I had a tornado drill during PE once and everyone had to go to this locker room to be safe, so I knew the area well enough. I felt like a ninja, walking around stealthily, looking for my target.



I found them on the bench in the middle of the lockers. I knew they were Lexi’s because of the size, seeing as Lexi’s feet weren’t that big. Her coat was also right next to it. I drew in closer carefully, expecting someone to jump right out and surprise me. I looked at the shoes and was delighted to see that she had stuffed her socks them. “Jackpot,” I thought to myself. I don’t think either Dakota or I would have ever expected that. I took the socks out of their respective shoes and gave them a strong sniff. I almost wet myself from the strong, fragrant aroma. Yep, they smelled like sweat and feet that were attached to Lexi’s godly body. They were soaked from overuse, but no holes or rips in them at all. After a couple more sniffs, I remembered that I was in here for the shoes. I took her right shoe and before I could sniff, there was a sound near the door. My heart sank, it was two girls giggling and walking in. Thinking quickly, I knew I could only get out the other way. I put down the shoes and socks and headed for the other exit. Unfortunately, I heard the second door open. I was trapped. I looked around for a quick place to hide. In a dark corner, I saw locker, large enough to fit me in. It was this or nothing, I knew. I got in quickly. but quietly and closed the door, praying that they didn’t look this way.



The two giggling girls came in first. It was two cheerleaders that Dakota said he saw earlier: Sally and Kalyn. Sally was a shorter girl with shoulder length dark hair and very skinny. She was Asian, but not very apparent as it seemed only her slight eyebrows bore resemblance to that. She had wide eyes, much like her companion. While Sally’s were brown-green, however, Kalyn’s eyes were blue. She was a gymnast and had a body like one. She had a more developed figure and had a slight, but cute overbite and long, light brownish hair that could be mistaken as blond. Both girls were in their cheerleading uniforms still.



“I can’t believe that he actually yells like a little girl,”Sally said, replying to something Kalyn had said. “Wait until Lexi hears about this.”



Both girls had good laugh at this. I noticed then they there was someone else coming. “I won’t believe what now dear?” Lexi walked into the room, a serious look on her face. Both girls stopped laughing and gave Lexi their full attention. Lexi folded her arms and said expectantly, “I’m waiting you two…what did you find out?”



Sally motioned Kalyn to speak first, Kalyn did the same for Sally. Both seemed flustered about something. Finally Kalyn gave up. “We went outside the men’s room to the vent and listened for a while. Coach was yelling at them like they all did something wrong. Told them all to go home and think about how they played tonight,” Kalyn paused for a second, looked at Lexi like she was expecting something to happen. She continued, “They all left…right after the meeting.”



Lexi didn’t look too pleased at first, but she relaxed. “You girls both know how the tradition works right? If both teams lose, we have to pay our…respects.” All three girls giggled this time at her comment.



“Oh boy,” I thought. “I guess there was some truth to what they said after all.” The girls sat down on the bench. I got my first good look at Lexi. She was still in her uniform, but had put on her longer pants and had uggs on, like Dakota had said. She had untied her hair and it was hanging free. She looked sexy as can be.



“So what are we gonna do now,” asked Sally.



“Well, I won’t be the captain that breaks tradition, so maybe another guy?” Lexi answered. “Any ideas?”



“Definitely not a janitor, that’s for sure,” said Kalyn. All three girls made a disgusted sound, then giggled again.



“Definitely not Dakota,” Sally chimed in. “I saw him checking me out when we were leaving the gym.” Another disgusted unison of noises. I made to hold my breath, as I was about to laugh.



“Well, that’s a given Sally,” Lexi answered still giggling. “A janitor is better. At least it wouldn’t be bad, seeing as we are all eighteen.” Lexi put her hand to her chin and seemed to be thinking. “How about Danny?”



Both Sally and Kalyn giggled, harder than before. “Danny is kinda cute,” said Kalyn. “He’s been so nice to us working the concession stand. He would deserve it.” Kalyn looked over at Sally, with a big grin on her face. “Sally would like it, wouldn’t you Sal?”



From what I could tell, Sally was blushing bright red. “Shut up Kalyn…he’s just really nice.”



“Ohhh! Does Miss Sally have a little crush on Danny,” Lexi asked teasingly. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of Sally. I think you two would be cute together.”



“Whatever…leave me alone,” Sally replied, turning her body away. So Sally had a crush on me then and now these girls were debating on whenever to do what they had planned for a lucky basketball player.



“So are you ok with sharing him Sally,” asked Kalyn. “Cause I think that’s not a bad idea at all.” Sally didn’t really answer, just shrugged while still turned away.



“Kalyn, go see if you can find our lucky boy,” said Lexi. “Tell him we have a problem in here and it we need his…..expertise.” Kalyn got up, faced towards my direction and stopped dead in her tracks. She saw me, I knew it. “Kalyn dear, what is wrong,” Lexi asked concerned.



“There’s someone in that locker Lexi!” she yelled. Lexi and Sally jumped up and looked for themselves. Lexi went for the locker and opened it up. She gasped when she saw me. Trapped now, I did the only thing I could do: I told her hi.



The other girls looked just as shocked as Lexi. Sally was now another shade darker of red. Lexi recovered first and put on a devious smile. “So, you were listening to us the whole time huh Danny Boy?” I couldn’t reply. Nothing came to me to say. Lexi’s smile grew and she gave me a hand. I took it and she pulled me out the cramped locker. Kalyn was eyeing me over, now over her shock as well. Sally wouldn’t look at me in eye. “Come to think of it,” Lexi said, my shoes and socks have been moved…was that you I wonder?” I sighed and fessed up what had been going on. Neither Kalyn or Lexi looked too pleased about Dakota. “That fucking little pervert….we should get him fired,” Lexi exclaimed. Then she looked over at me. “But first….we need to have a little fun.” I gulped a little, knowing this might not turn out as well as they originally planned.



“So you like feet, you dirty little boy?” Lexi asked as she sat back on the bench.. “Well, I’m not one to disappoint my fans…take off my boots.” I couldn’t convince myself to move to the bench. Kalyn snuck up from behind me and pushed me to floor before her feet. Lexi looked down at me, “Go on Danny, I know you want to.” I really couldn’t resist for long, so I took off her right boot. I slipped them off to reveal her beautiful, sweaty foot, wiggling its toes from being freed from the confines of her boots without socks. Her toes were painted red, although the paint was chipping off. “Good, now lick em! Lick em until I til you to stop!” Lexi pressed her foot in my face to prompt me. I took my tongue out and started licking like their was no tomorrow. “So sweaty,” I thought and I loved it. It was like a delicious flavor that I never tried before.



She pursed her lips and closed her eyes half way. I kept licking the soles, meanwhile, she took the other boot off and put the foot next to the other. I licked that one as well, getting them as wet with my saliva as I could. I went for the toes, but immediately got kicked away. “Did I say you could go for my toes, did I? Like the ball of my foot. It’s sore and needs your mouth. Not so reluctantly, I took ther ball of foot and stuck in it my mouth. I worked my tongue on the bottom and rang my lips across the top. She gave a slight moan, obviously liking the attention I was giving it. I repeated the process on the second foot. I got much of the same results as before. She seemed satisfied and took her foot away. I looked up expectantly, as I wanted her toes in my mouth now.



“I have a much better idea….Kalyn?” Lexi looked over her fellow cheerleader. Kalyn came over and positioned me on the bench. I was laying down on my back with my face looking up to the ceiling. Lexi slipped off her pants, got on the bench behind and gave Kalyn a nod. “Kalyn wants to join in our little fun…is that ok with you?” she asked. Before I could answer, Kalyn went for my pants and started unbuttoning them. She unzipped my jeans down and my cock flew out with gusto. “Looks likes someone needed that huh,” Kalyn asked teasingly. She spat on my cock, rubbed it onto the whole thing with her hands, bent over and took it in her mouth. At the same time Lexi took her toes and put them in my mouth. “As I promised,” she said, “but how much can you take at once?”

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….

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