ENSLAVED BY SHIFTERS

by Astrid Lee Donovan

  “I’m sorry, Marcy,” she said. “I had no idea…”

  “Sorry?” Steel asked, one eyebrow raised as he looked from girl to girl.

  “Baby, I promised Marcy this would be a girl’s night, and that we’d…we’d…well, I just don’t think she expected to ever see you again…”

  “Oh,” Steel said, nodding his understanding. “I see. Well, I get it. I should have called. I just thought I’d surprise you. But I can ride back. Honestly, it’s not a big deal…”

  Marcy sighed as Steel made his way towards the door, leaving Veronica pouting behind him. He fixed his eyes on Marcy, a half-smile on his face.

  “Wait,” Marcy said, holding her hands up to stop him. “Wait, that’s dumb. You came all the way out here and…”

  “Yay!” Veronica squealed before Marcy could even finish giving her permission. “Marcy, I swear, we’ll be on our best behavior. We won’t even do anything tonight. We’ll just party and come back here and go to sleep.”

  Steel looked pained at that, but he nodded. Marcy felt an unwelcome thrill run down her spine. She forgot just how hot he was. How awfully, terribly, magnetically hot. Her body could remember, all too well, how he’d felt inside her, filling her up and making her scream…

  “That’s right,” Steel said, his voice low and rough. “I’ll be happy just to spend some time with you…both of you.”

  He glanced from Veronica to Marcy as he spoke, and Marcy swallowed back a surge of lust. She cursed herself for the drinks she’d already had. It was making her head fuzzy and her body…unpredictable.

  “Okay,” she said, aware of the strain in her voice. “It’s fine. No funny business.”

  “Promise,” Veronica said, skipping over to Steel and throwing her long arms around his chest, leaning her head against his hard, sculpted muscles. “Oh, it’s so good to see you babe…”

  Marcy swallowed hard again, and looked away. It was going to be a long night, watching Veronica and Steel crawl all over each other. She didn’t really believe that Veronica would stay sober enough to keep her promise. But friends didn’t force other friend’s boyfriends to drive an hour in the dark after driving an hour just to get there, did they?

  She stalked past Veronica and Steel, grabbing the bottle from its hiding spot. She didn’t bother to pour out a shot, but drank straight from the neck. It was going to take more than willpower to get through the night. The best she could hope for was to drink enough to fall asleep over the sound of Veronica and Steel fucking. Whatever else might happen due to her drinking…well, at least she’d have an excuse.

  9

  Marcy started dreaming at sunrise. Veronica and Steel had kept their promise; or, at least, they’d kept their lovemaking quiet enough that Marcy couldn’t hear it. All the same, her dream was as racy as any she could remember.

  She dreamt of Veronica’s tongue, swirling in her mouth, against her flesh, down between her legs. She moaned aloud, breaking the stillness of the room. Veronica was all over her, soft and warm, touchable and smooth, shivering when Marcy found her breasts, pushing against Marcy’s body with her own until they were one sparking, sparkling body. And then a third, pressing from behind, hard and masculine. Marcy rolled her head over her shoulder, looked up. It was Steel, and then it wasn’t. It was Crook. He was hard, throbbing against her, between her thighs while Veronica pressed against her front.

  Crook became Steel again, his cock rubbing along the two girl’s wet lips, into both of them at the same time, something possible only in dreams. Then he was Crook again, and he was filling Marcy to the brim, while Steel stood behind Veronica, thrusting into her. The girls rubbed each other, kissed, as they were filled and stuffed and shaken by the men, until they were clutching each other’s hair and screaming together as they came, sweat and sweet nectar running together...

  And then she was suffocating. Her eyes flew open, her body jerking upwards. She breathed frantically through her nose; something was covering her mouth. Something warm and soft. And then she felt the body pressed at her side, felt lips against her ear.

  “Marcy…Marcy, shh,” Veronica whispered. “You were dreaming, and it was loud…you’re going to wake Steel if…”

  Marcy’s body relaxed, going limp against the mattress. Her body was still on fire from the dream, and she closed her eyes, willing herself not to react to Veronica’s lips against her ear, her warm breath flowing across the tender skin of her neck. When Veronica pulled her hand away, Marcy took a deep breath.

  “What kind of dream were you having?” Veronica asked. Early morning light filtered through the blinds on the windows, illuminating the dark room just enough for Marcy to see Veronica’s green eyes studying her. Veronica was wearing just her panties and the camisole she wore to sleep. Marcy’s thighs clenched together instinctually, the throbbing sensation in her pussy demanding attention.

  “Uh…I don’t…I don’t remember,” Marcy said, avoiding Veronica’s enigmatic gaze by looking at her lips. Veronica’s tongue slipped across them, leaving a glistening sheen behind. Marcy’s heart was beating fast. Veronica’s body was still pressed to hers, too tight.

  “Really,” Veronica said, almost humming the word. Marcy’s body tensed as Veronica’s hand moved to her hip, gently tickling up her side. “Because it sounded like a really sexy dream.”

  “Ronnie…” Marcy breathed, feeling her resistance slip away as her roommate pressed harder against her, fingers tickling her flesh.

  “It turned me on a little,” Veronica said, her words thick and heavy. “Listening to you moan like that…”

  Marcy’s pussy clenched at Veronica’s soft words.

  “I know we said we wouldn’t but…” Veronica continued, her wandering hand traveling underneath Marcy’s oversized t-shirt, settling under Marcy’s small, firm breast. She moaned against her will as Veronica’s hand cupped her breast from below, her thumb running over her nipple.

  Marcy turned her head to face Veronica, meaning to stop what was happening, but she found her lips gravitating to meet Veronica’s. Gently, they pressed themselves together, each tasting the sweetness of each other’s tongues. Veronica’s thigh moved in between Marcy’s bared legs, pressed against her mound, which flared with renewed lust at the pressure.

  Marcy’s hips thrust upwards, her clit rubbing against flesh, sending signals of desire up her spine and to her addled brain. Veronica’s hand massaged her breast harder, and Marcy found herself winding her fingers into Veronica’s long black locks, pulling her harder into their kiss.

  “Starting without me?”

  The low, male voice shocked both of the girls to stillness. They broke the kiss, both looking towards Steel, who stood beside the bed, looking down at them. Marcy’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him; he was only wearing his boxers, and his cock was standing out from the hole in the front, hard and long. She thrilled at the memory of what that cock had done to her just a week ago, the way it had plunged into her deepest self and made her shiver and buck underneath him. His eyes now, as he looked down at the two girls entwined, were dark and demanding.

  “C’mere, baby,” Veronica cooed, and she adjusted herself until she was positioned above Marcy, her large, plump breasts pressed against Marcy’s. Her thigh was still lodged against Marcy’s slit, and now it pressed harder against her clit. Marcy’s hands moved to Veronica’s waist instinctually, then around to cup Veronica’s ass, the skin soft and quivering.

  She pulled at Veronica’s panties, and they came down easily, pooling around her knees. As Marcy watched from below, Veronica leaned in and sucked Steel’s cock between her lips, moaning softly as she did. Veronica took her time lapping and sucking at the head, moving her thigh between Marcy’s legs, adding friction to the fire building in Marcy’s stomach. Marcy watched Steel’s eyes close, his head roll back in pleasure as Veronica’s tongue danced around his cock, teasing him each time she took him in only to pull away.

  Marcy closed her eyes and moaned, letting the press
ure against her pussy fill her with wild desire. Without thinking, she moved her hands in closer together, until she could feel the wet lips of Veronica’s pussy against her tips. The girl’s hips bucked slightly at the contact, and Marcy found herself wanting so much more. She wanted Veronica to come, she wanted to make the girl moan and shudder just like she’d made Marcy come a week ago.

  And she wanted Steel, too, wanted to taste him in her throat. She craned her neck upward. Her tongue found the underside of his cock, where Veronica’s mouth hadn’t yet reached. At the same time, she pressed her fingers into Veronica’s slit, rewarded by the muffled hum of pleasure from her friend’s throat. Together, the two girls began to lick and soak every inch of Steel’s manhood, Marcy lapping wherever Veronica couldn’t reach, their lips meeting in the middle.

  Veronica’s hips thrust slowly against Marcy’s body, driving herself against the fingers inside her, each thrust rubbing against Marcy’s clit and making her cheeks flame up. Veronica began to move farther and farther down Steel’s shaft, leaving less room for Marcy. Marcy’s eyes opened in surprise when Steel grabbed the top of her head and pushed downward; she felt her face pressed against his balls and realized what he wanted.

  Unsure of herself but wanting to please him, she began to lick and suck on his balls while Veronica took him into her throat, gagging around his thickness even as her hips moved faster and faster. She fucked herself on Marcy’s fingers, their bodies pressed together tightly. Steel held each girl’s head in his hands, growling as they pleasured him and each other.

  “Fuck this,” he suddenly barked, and thrust away from their warm, wet mouths. Veronica gasped, regaining her breath. “I want to be inside you.”

  Inside who? Marcy wondered, realizing how tightly her thighs were wrapped around Veronica’s thigh, how hard her hips were thrusting against her, how wet she was. Veronica smiled down at Marcy, wickedness in her eyes. Veronica suddenly yanked her shirt off, then did the same for Marcy’s, leaving them both naked on the bed.

  “I’ll let him fuck you,” she said, licking her lips. “But only if you do something for me in return.”

  Marcy panted, the idea of Steel’s cock ravaging her inciting a deep hunger inside her womb.

  “Anything,” she heard herself say, heard the desperation in her voice.

  “You’re so fucking good, Marcy,” Veronica cooed, sliding off her friend, Marcy’s fingers slipping from her wet slit. “I want to feel that sweet little tongue against my clit.”

  Marcy’s heart rate doubled. She didn’t even know she wanted that until Veronica suggested it. But the thought of tasting Veronica, making her come while Steel fucked her, was intoxicating. Steel grunted his impatience, grabbing Marcy by the hips and flipping her around so fast that Marcy squealed.

  Her slit was dripping, her pussy aching to be filled. She felt Steel turn her body, then her feet hit the cold floor of her dorm. Veronica kneeled in front of her, ran her fingers gently through Marcy’s hair. For a moment, Marcy felt panicked; she had no idea what she was doing, really. What if she was awful? Her doubts were erased as Steel’s cock pressed against the tight, nearly-virgin lips of her pussy. She moaned, feeling his massive cock stretch her as he pressed forward.

  “This is so fucking hot,” Veronica said, and gently tugged at Marcy’s head, drawing her forward. Veronica was fully shaved, her slit glistening. Marcy grabbed at Veronica’s thighs to steady herself, then pressed forward, her tongue coming out to trace her slit. Veronica’s moan made Marcy feel more confident, and she searched with her tongue, finding her hard, swollen clit. Just as she pressed her tongue to the tender nub, Steel entered her entirely, filling her to the brim with one hard thrust. Marcy’s moan was muffled, but the vibrations shot through Veronica’s body as Marcy’s lips closed around her clit.

  “Fuck, yes,” Veronica breathed, and reached down to cup Marcy’s breasts from below, finding and tweaking her tender nipples. Steel held Marcy tight around the waist as he thrust into her, slowly at first, letting Marcy’s pussy adjust to his size, stretching her to her limits and beyond. Marcy struggled to keep her focus as he pulsed inside her, finding places inside her that felt brand new. Each stroke of his thick cock filled her with leg-shaking pleasure, and she could barely keep her tongue moving against Veronica’s clit.

  “I love watching him fuck you,” Veronica said, thrusting her hips slightly against Marcy’s mouth. “It’s so hot watching your little body shake each time he thrusts into you…”

  Marcy moaned against, sucking Veronica’s clit between her lips, tasting the musky sweetness of her friend’s arousal. Steel reached around her hips and found Marcy’s clit with his thumb, circling it quickly, making Marcy’s hips jump upwards.

  “Just like that, Marcy,” Veronica moaned, leaning back slightly now as Marcy flicked and sucked on her clit. “That’s so good, girl, that’s so, so good…”

  “Make her come, little girl,” Steel demanded from behind. “Make my girlfriend come on your tongue. I want to watch her lose it while I fill you up.”

  Marcy couldn’t respond, but every dirty word drove her desire higher and higher. Steel was fucking her hard and steady now, driving himself deep inside her with each stroke, his thumb circling her clit relentlessly. She was licking Veronica’s clit steadily, hungrily, finding herself more and more turned on each time her roommate thrust her hips upward. Soon, Veronica was thrusting quickly, her hands buried in Marcy’s hair, her mouth open as rhythmic cries escaped her throat. She pressed Marcy’s head tightly to her slit, her flesh heated and damp.

  “Fuck, yes, fuck her hard, Steel, fuck her hard, so fucking good, so fucking good, Marcy, shit, I’m going to…I’m going to…fuck..fuck…oh, fuck, I’m commiiinggg….” Veronica’s cry filled the room as she shoved Marcy’s face into her pussy. Marcy tasted Veronica’s nectar as it flooded into her mouth and down Veronica’s thighs, her body stiffening and releasing and shuddering wildly.

  “Good girl, Marcy,” Steel growled from behind. “Now it’s your turn.”

  With that, he slammed into her harder than ever, but instead of pulling out he pulsed inside her, moving his hips in a circle, burying himself deep inside her while his thumb pressed against her clit. Marcy felt all the tension in her body release at once, a flooding torrent of pleasure in her veins as he dragged the calloused tip of his thumb against her clit and ignited her own climax, her hips rising violently against him, his cock sliding into her so deep that she was sure he was pressed against her womb, filling her entirely and tearing her in two.

  She cried out, her head whipping back as Veronica released her, only to have the cry swallowed up when Veronica leaned down and kissed her hard, their tongues moving together desperately. Marcy could still taste Veronica’s juices in her throat, and as her pussy throbbed and pulsed around Steel’s cock, she moaned in guttural ecstasy. When Veronica pulled away, eyes lidded and lusty, Marcy felt her body give one last shudder.

  Steel pulled out, cock still hard, and grabbed Marcy by the hair, drawing her back up to her knees. He yanked her roughly until she was facing him, Veronica crawling to Marcy’s side. Steel stroked his cock hard and fast as the girls panted and kneeled before him, their bodies pressed together. Veronica pulled Marcy’s head back towards her and they kissed again, deeply, their breasts pressed together. With a groan, Steel came, shooting streams of hot, white cum across their chests.

  Veronica broke the kiss to lean in and suck the tip of Steel’s cock, his cum pulled down her eager throat as she swallowed. When he finally finished, Veronica pulled away, her eyes dancing. She leaned in to Marcy, licking the drops of cum that had landed on the smaller girl’s breasts and nipples, cleaning her off with her tongue.

  “Mmmm,” Veronica hummed, her eyes half-lidded. “Nice way to wake up, huh, lovies?”

  Marcy giggled, lost in her own daze. She had a vague sensation of disappointment of herself; it’d been a week since she promised herself she wouldn’t do this again, wouldn’t let herself be
overwhelmed by Veronica. And yet there she was, laying back in an ecstatic afterglow, naked and soaked between the legs. She looked up at Steel, who was looking back down at the girls, breathing heavily.

  “Sure,” he said with a smile. “Real nice.”

  Veronica hopped up from the bed, stretching languorously. She pulled on her discarded tank top and then a pair of sweatpants from her side of the room; Steel took her place beside Marcy on the bed.

  “I’ll be right back,” Veronica said, moving towards the dorm room door. “Gotta pee.”

  Marcy eyed Steel, feeling her nakedness suddenly. She reached out for her own shirt, pulling it on.

  “You know, I talked to Crook after last week,” Steel said. Marcy paused in the middle of putting her hair up, looked at him expectantly.

  “Oh?” she said when he didn’t go on.

  “He really is sorry about what happened,” he said, his tone flat but his eyes dark. Marcy felt her face flushing, her body stiff now. Shit, she thought. She’d almost forgotten her dream, until then.

  “He is?” she asked, curling up at the end of the bed.

  “Yeah,” he said, leaning back with his hands behind his head, still studying her.

  “Oh,” she said again. “Well…I guess that’s good.”

  “Just so you know,” he said, eyes flashing, “he’s really not that bad a guy.”

  “You have to say that, he’s your boss, or whatever,” she said quickly, hiding her own gaze from him, playing with the bottom of his shirt.

  “Think what you want,” he said, shrugging

  Marcy gulped, bit her lip. She was embarrassed now. She didn’t want to want Crook. He was a dick. At least Steel was nice. As though reading her mind, Steel shifted, leaned toward her, taking her chin in his hand and pulling her eyes up to meet his.

  “You know, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby,” he said, and the word rang in her mind. Baby…it made her feel warm, almost safe. And happy. But she wasn’t his baby, was she? Veronica was his baby…