Flipped

by Laran Mithras

  I’m in pain, you see? Hello? I’m a victim here! Victimhood was a virtue supreme in society. Surely I could come back out on top again with some screaming and violence?

  However, the one person who could put a stop to all this was Hudson and I had mere hours in which I could affect the return of my supremacy.

  “Hudson, honey…” I practiced. I paced. I pouted.

  When he came in a few hours later, I found I wasn’t prepared; he got in the first words.

  “How did the shopping go?”

  I pulled my fingers apart from twisting them endlessly, futilely, together. I still felt the ache in my pussy and the pleading pleasure the edge of the display had promised me. But it hadn’t delivered. I dropped my eyes. “Fine.”

  My fiancé, for all his focus on Savanna, was not insensitive. “Uh oh, ‘fine’ is not a good word for women.”

  I automatically ejaculated, “That’s sexist.”

  He ignored the weaponized label and plunged on. “Did you two fight or something?”

  “No.”

  He pulled me to the couch and sat me down with him. “Tell me what’s the matter.”

  I still couldn’t look at him. I was staring at my knees although my head was turned towards him. “Do you ever regret anything?” Where did that come from?

  He sat back and gave it a little thought. “Maybe only the things I haven’t tried that turn out so good – like Savanna.”

  Look out below, ship going down! Now I began to feel ill. The heartfelt conversation I had wanted to have with him had immediately turned to her. I said, “I regret all this Chaz and Savanna stuff.” I said it with as much petulance and pout as I could muster. It was specifically designed to tug on familiar heartstrings with him I had successfully used before.

  He made a regretful face. “I don’t.” Simple.

  Now I looked at him, hoping my cute eyes would appeal. “Hudson… honey… Can we go back to just you and us?”

  “As in you and me and Savanna?”

  “No, I said that wrong; I meant you and me – us.”

  He lifted an eyebrow at me. “You’ve always been about breaking up the hated patriarchal system. Now that I’m doing it, you don’t like it?”

  “Well… no… I mean…”

  He gripped my knee, leaving his hot hand to impart some warmth on a part of me I didn’t know was so cold underneath my dress. “Listen, Kirsten. I can tell you’re not real happy with Savanna.”

  I felt the first stirrings of hope in days.

  He went on. “But I promised to help Chaz. You urged me to try new things and you know I like trying. Chaz can’t satisfy Savanna like I can. He needs me, Kirsten.”

  My lower lip began to twitch. “But…”

  “And besides, I really like doing her. Her pussy is incredible—”

  “It’s just a hole.”

  “Be fair, now. Pussies come in all shapes and sizes—”

  “Is mine gross or something?”

  He looked shocked and angry. “Yours? Of course not. But hers is… just a better fit. It feels tighter and smoother. And she’s so comfortable to hold onto. I love the feel of her under me.”

  I shot up and stomped to the kitchen. I couldn’t listen to any more. On the counter was the receipt for the lingerie. I grabbed it and crumpled it, then tore it into little pieces. I threw it away.

  Hot in my head, I was also hot between my thighs. I ranted to myself, cursing the decision to urge Hudson to let Chaz blow him.

  Damn-fuck-it!

  I heaved alone; he hadn’t come after me.

  But another part of me wriggled around to face my fury. I hope he fucks her good and makes her scream. I hope he pounds her so hard she cums like she never has before. My pussy throbbed and tingled to images of Savanna’s writhing body under my Hudson.

  I lifted my dress and pressed my fingers against my clit as hard as I could. I wanted to press away the ache and pleasure. I wanted to smother the desire with my fingers and force it into submission. I ground my fingers around and grunted with the effort. Tension torqued inside of me.

  “Excited, huh?” Hudson’s voice startled me.

  I squawked at being found out and dropped my dress. My blush was as red as the ribbons tying my hair into cute ponytails on either side of my head. But my couture was no longer the pinnacle of my fiance’s pursuits. No longer could looking and acting cute for him satisfy his lust for adventure. I gasped, “Do you still want to marry me?”

  He looked amused. “Of course…”

  “But you’ll be fucking her—”

  “For as long as they need me. Hopefully, that’s a very long time.”

  My pussy almost gnawed itself to death with satisfaction over his words. I moaned pathetically.

  He grinned. “Exciting, huh? Want to stroke me for a bit before they get here?”

  I jumped at the chance. “Yes!” Anything to retain some amount of involvement with my man. Perhaps I could win him back with my sexual prowess. If I wasn’t much of a fellatio artist, I could at least put my fingers all over his sex. It was a form of ownership and I was very ready to assert it.

  Upstairs, I felt more in control than I had since this started. Immediately, I asked Hudson to toy with me while I stroked him. I handed him the vibrator and he took it without hesitation.

  Score 1.

  I gripped his cock once we were undressed and on the bed. I oiled it and stroked. The touch of the vibrator to my pussy almost rattled my brains out of my head. I trembled with excitement and long-withheld relief.

  Score 2.

  He said, “Don’t stroke too fast or hard; I want to save it for Savanna.”

  I wanted to whimper, but I held it back. However, an idea occurred to me. I began stroking him much faster. “Are you thinking about her pussy?” If I could make him cum, he might turn them away tonight.

  He closed his eyes and smiled. “Mmm, yes.” His cock swelled and throbbed in my hand.

  Score 3.

  “Does it feel good on your cock?” I frantically pulled up on his shaft, hoping to make him explode.

  His hips moved with little thrusts. “Yes. It’s the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

  A deep cramp clenched my innards, making me squirm against the heat in my pussy. The vibrator sent shivers all up my body. I fisted his cock with desperation. “Fuck her, Hudson.”

  He gasped, cock twitching. “Yeah? Pound her pussy? If she was here right now?”

  The cramp tightened inside me and I convulsed. “Yes. Pound it and make her cum. Make her…” My cramp broadened and deepened as if it had no limits. I panted desperately as it swelled inside me. “Make her cum… make her cum…” I arched my back as my clit pulsed with heat. Fire erupted inside me, spreading rapidly from my pussy in a violent wave of release. “Make her cum!” Score, score, score, fucking score… Sharp waves lifted me up and threw me down. I crashed down each time with the release of explosive tingles and euphoria.

  After a moment, I collapsed back away from the vibrator on my pussy. I let go of his erection. He hadn’t cum; I had.

  He sighed ruefully as I put my arm over my eyes, “Ah, I can’t wait for her to get here…”

  CHAPTER 7

  I had tried to reclaim my position as leader in the relationship and failed.

  Nothing I tried worked. No amount of cute, curvy wriggling, or pouty petulance mattered.

  Hudson welcomed them inside, still naked and hard from my attempt to make him finish.

  Chaz gripped my fiancé‘s dick and gave it a few strokes. I had no problem with that. I might have clapped and cheered if this was all the visit entailed. But then Savanna swept into his arms as if she was his real wife. One arm encircled his neck. The other hand gripped the shaft I had tried so hard to sabotage.

  They kissed.

  Her back and forth movement on his erection was accompanied by a sultry look at me. Her lips were still parted after the kiss and her expression dared me to try stopping her masturbation of my
future husband.

  I couldn’t; I knew it would fail.

  Chaz said to me, “Hey, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” Maybe he held some sympathy for me.

  I opened my mouth to assert my dominance by taking him up on his offer, but nothing came out. I knew if I left, I would wonder what they were doing and saying. I had to witness it – them fucking – so that I knew what went on. What was said.

  It was vital.

  Hudson said, “Are you wearing the lingerie under all that?”

  Savanna’s eyes were on him now, sparkling and vibrant. “Mm hmm. Want to see?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because I can’t wait to get on your cock again.”

  I was rent by doom and desire and delight. I was proud of Hudson. I was disgusted with myself.

  But…

  I threw everything into one last gamble at trying to insert my ample dominance into the mix. Everything had failed with Hudson, but I hadn’t tried Savanna. Could I sabotage it all with her?

  In a sudden rush of adrenaline fueled by desperation, I grabbed her arm and said, “Maybe we could have a little girl talk in the kitchen?” I feared she would yank her arm out of my hand and deny me: it would be the ultimate rejection and shame.

  Savanna, however, looked at me as if the puppy had spoken a full sentence. There was surprise in her eyes – and a little bit of indulgence. She smiled in a very sure and superior way.

  Well, I had to try.

  She said, “Sure, why not?” With a look at my husband, and then down to his mostly hard erection, she added, “Why don’t you boys go upstairs? I’ll follow in a minute.”

  Not if I could help it.

  I pulled her into the kitchen and said in a harsh whisper, “Hudson is mine; we’re going to be married.”

  Her eyebrows came up a little in mockery. “So?”

  I ground my teeth together. I really hated her, despite the momentary surge of camaraderie I had felt in the lingerie store. “He thinks your pussy is gross.” It was spiteful and I knew it.

  She laughed out loud, bright and clear. Her eyes were wet with mirth, but it slowly receded and her laughter calmed until she regarded me with curiosity – at first – and then with matching spite. “Listen, Kirsten, dear,” acid dripped from her lips, “I am going to have him and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. So you’re going to be married? So what? How would you like it if I made sure it was me who he made love to on your wedding night? How would you like that?”

  “You wouldn’t dare.” Tears flooded my eyes though, as I knew that my last little gambit with her had failed. It was a useless struggle. I was an ant in a giant’s fist, attempting to push against the crushing squeeze of strength far beyond mine. “But you’re already married…” I couldn’t stop the tears from leaking. They ran hotly down my cheeks.

  In the pits of my despair and agony, my fiancé came to my rescue.

  Hudson came into the kitchen. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” He grabbed me protectively into a comforting embrace.

  I said bitterly, “She wants to do you on our wedding night.” I delivered it as the final crushing verdict of her unsuitability for my future husband.

  Unfortunately, he said, “Sounds kinky.”

  I gasped, “B-but, you’re mine.”

  His hand soothed my shoulder and hair. “Shh, I’m just helping friends—”

  Savanna said, “She’s being a bitch.”

  Hudson’s finger came up directly, pointing at her with warning. “Hey, don’t hurt her; I love her.”

  Hope as bright and wonderful as I had ever felt welled inside of me. The man I hoped would turn into a wonderful serving beta-type was exerting his patriarchal male dominance in a stunning reversal of Savanna’s fortunes.

  I almost jiggled.

  She rolled her eyes and released her tension. “Sure, fine. Can we go fuck now?”

  His arm slipped away from me. “Yeah, let’s go.”

  Just like that, his protection and comfort melted away and the disaster returned.

  No, wait. It had been going my way… What? I followed them out, scurrying after them and trying to find words that would make sense.

  They climbed the stairs.

  Savanna looked over her shoulder at me. Her look wasn’t hateful or victorious, just…

  Just pitying.

  There was no cookie that would make this all better. I had always said that on Facebook, that nothing in life was so bad that a cookie or good tub of ice cream couldn’t handle.

  But this…

  I trembled following them. My shoulders shook and quivered until the mounds of my breasts vibrated like Jello in an earthquake. Each step up was an effort. It was like I was hauling a bookcase up the stairs on my own.

  Chaz waited in the bedroom, sprawled in the chair and masturbating his little dick lazily. There was something so natural about it and yet so alien. This was my bedroom. Our bedroom. And this friend of my fiance’s was jerking himself in it? It felt good, but also jarring.

  I wanted to stop him from his filthy little act, but I wanted to encourage him so that maybe he and Hudson could go at each other’s dicks.

  Unfortunately, I stood there silent and shaken in the doorway.

  Chaz got up and stood a foot away from me, watching everything.

  Savanna modeled the lingerie. Hudson sat in the chair, naked, while she danced for him. The only music was the panting from our four mouths, but she moved with a grace and poise there was no way my thick limbs could match. I could wriggle, not writhe.

  Through it all, Hudson’s cock throbbed. It leaked.

  For her.

  Seeing that made me all wet again - although the accompanying ache was a warning not to indulge, lest the release be painful. I stood in the doorway, openly watching this time.

  Chaz was grinning.

  My pussy was aching.

  Savanna smoothly danced closer until she merged with my fiancé. Her arms went around his neck and she straddled him.

  His hands gripped her hips and guided her to his cock.

  At least she was still wearing the lingerie.

  They kissed and my pussy convulsed.

  Watching their tongues move against each other and their mouths slide together made me wet. It looked beautiful.

  Rape her mouth, Hudson! I panted with more force as tension swelled inside of me. My eyes were large – soaking in the sight of him devouring her body with his mouth and hands. Yes!

  He lifted her and flung her down onto the bed – in my spot. He gripped the panties in his fist.

  She gasped, “Careful, those are new—”

  Hudson’s growl was rampant with lust and need. “I don’t care.” He ripped the lace from her with a savage yank. “Kirsten will buy you more.”

  I almost collapsed. My knees wouldn’t hold me and my pussy gnawed ferociously at my will. Yes, I will. Lots more. Oh yes.

  Just seeing my fiancé stand there looking at Savanna with his dick pointing straight out was everything I wanted to see. It was perfect.

  No…

  No, not perfect. Perfect would be when he forced his desperate erection deep into her pussy. Yes, that would be perfect.

  He hauled on her leg and moved her closer to him. She was half hanging off the bed on my side. He crouched over her and gripped his hard-on.

  Chaz grunted with appreciation. “Yeah… fuck her, Hudson.”

  Savanna spared a look to me with a seductive smile of triumph. It was three to one and she knew it. She knew that I knew it and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it. She was claiming my man right in front of me.

  Bitch… I hope he destroys your pussy. I hope he fucks you until you shatter. I was panting.

  Hudson pushed his cock into her too fast for me to follow. One instant he was hovering over her, the next he was fucking her. His hips moved, driving his cock in and out of her pussy with a long slide.

  I sighed with relief for him and collapsed against th
e doorframe.

  He moved over her, groaning his appreciation, and fucking the sexy woman right where I slept each night. It was the perfect spot and I wanted to thank them for picking it; I would very much enjoy the aroma of their fucking later on.

  Chaz was panting louder than me. He said, “Do you like fucking her? Does she feel good?”

  Hudson groaned feverishly, never stopping his frantic fucking. “Yes, yes.”

  His friend’s voice quivered. “Sh-she’s fertile… tonight.”

  Hudson stopped and looked back at him, then at me. “Oh? Should I pull out—”

  Chaz was insistent, immediate. “No. No, don’t pull out. We think… it would be hot… if you impregnated her.”

  “You want her to get knocked up?”

  Savanna stroked his cheek until he looked at her. She said, “We want you to father my baby.”

  The cramp inside me heaved over, churning until I had to hold my breath or be forced to scream.

  Hudson gasped quietly, looking down at her intently.

  Chaz said, “Could you do that for her? For us?”

  My loving fiancé didn’t even look at me. He said to Savanna, “Sure.” He maneuvered slowly to sit on the bed, pulling her up with him until she was straddling his lap. Her hips moved on him and he kissed her. Then he began biting her, delivering lustful nibbles to her ear, neck, and shoulders.

  Savanna groaned, quivering, and moved her hips more forcefully – slinging her pussy on my future husband’s cock.

  I opened my mouth to protest, despite my amazingly powerful lust, but nothing came out. I needed to protest the planned birth of their child – this insane scheme that would forever bind my Hudson and Chaz’s Savanna together.

  But…

  I couldn’t…

  CHAPTER 8

  Hudson lifted her slightly and settled her to the bed. He positioned himself over her with his feet spread out.

  Chaz groaned with eager pleasure. “That looks so hot.”

  Savanna whispered something I couldn’t hear.

  Hudson grunted and hummed with need. He stuffed his cock back into her, penetrating easily. His length slid in wetly and smoothly.

  Chaz got down, watching the penetration.