I pulled into the driveway and ran up to the door. There was a note on the door. “There are drinks waiting for all of us in the kitchen, take off everything but your pants and join us in the bedroom.” I was already throbbing and jumping around inside of my pants as I walked inside.
“Oh yes!” Bianca moaned, and grunted as I came in the door. They were off in the bedroom. I ran to the kitchen throwing off my clothes along the way. When I got there my jaw fell open. There were two glasses of wine, on a tray, and beside them was a wine glass half full of semen. I was shaking as I lifted the tray and walked to the bedroom.
When I opened the door, Bianca was in the middle of another thunderous orgasm. She rolled over onto her back and motioned for me to walk over. Chad took his glass and leered in my face. I felt my little penis throb under his glare.
I felt the tray shake as Bianca took her glass. I turned to see her toss her head back and chug the wine. She set the glass back on the tray, and then she grabbed the glass of semen. Bianca poured a trail of cum down her chest and all the way down to her pussy. The look on her face was melting me as she did it. She drizzled the last of the glass into her mouth and then held it in her mouth.
I set the tray down and we kissed. I licked the cum out of her mouth and then she pushed my head down to the trail on her body. I followed the down between her legs. She was soaking wet by the time I got there, I licked her sensitive lips a few times, but she was already groaning and grabbing at me. Her thighs clamped down on my head.
Chapter 5
Chad had basically moved into our house. Things were settling into a routine. I was back to my seventy hour weeks, but when I was home I was serving them. I cooked breakfast before I left in the morning, and made supper when I got home. Chad now slept in my bed, and I was sleeping on the couch. I was still allowed to come in and clean up, but I always had to keep my pants on.
I wasn’t allowed to use the shower in my bedroom. Bianca was having me shower outside. It was cold using the hose to shower, but it cum was so itchy after a while it was definitely a relief. I was getting used to it, and I had to admit that I really liked being dominated this way. I missed some things, but I just didn’t want them to leave me. I needed to be a part of this whole experience.
The whole neighborhood seemed to know what was going on. Chad was always over at our house, and it didn’t take long for people to start looking at me differently. I tried to smile and wave at them, but I knew they were judging me. Their faces said it all. I just tried to keep my head down and go on as if everything was normal.
The nightly activities had settled into a sort of routine. I came home and took off everything but my pants. I made the drinks and served them in bed. I ate some cum off my wife, and then I went to make supper. Then they went to bed and I went to sleep on the couch.
One night I came home and I found a special dinner on the table, with only two plates. I felt a twinge of fear, as I thought the plates were for Chad and Bianca. “Don’t worry,” Bianca was reading my mind as she walked into the dining room and say the look on my face. “I thought we needed to talk about something.”
We sat down and Bianca brought out a steak for me. I was excited about the dinner. It had been so long since Bianca had cooked for me. The last thing she served me was a sausage. I started cutting the steak and stuffing it into my mouth. I was starving. I couldn’t get enough.
“Chad and I have been talking,” Bianca’s words made me drop my fork. I looked up at her like a lost puppy. “We’re trying to get pregnant. You’ve never been able to get the job done, and I just want to be a mother. I know that Chad can get this done for me.” It was the sink all over again. I couldn’t do the job, and so Chad was taking my place.
I went to say something, but Chad moved in and took my plate. He started eating it, and he motioned for me to get out of the chair. “We aren’t looking for your approval,” Chad laughed to himself. “We’ve already started trying. This is just an FYI.”
“I just wanted to let you know, because you love eating Chad’s semen so much,” Bianca was saying this seriously, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. “I just won’t be able to share any for a while.”
They finished their dinner and I was allowed to follow them into the bedroom to watch as they had sex. Chad was pounding away wildly, and he kept turning to blow me kisses as he moved all the way in, and all the way out. Bianca waved me over, and we looked into each other’s eyes as she came hard. She grabbed both sides of my head and pulled on my ears as the orgasm ripped through her body.
It was the last sex that I witnessed for several weeks. Bianca was constantly checking to make sure my pants were dry. She told me that I wasn’t allowed to masturbate. She had me stand right outside their door, as they had sex, and then she would check to make sure I was hard as I went to sleep. She would check again when I woke up in the morning.
It was agony. I was going mental. I heard their sex every night, but I couldn’t take part. The checks were almost too much contact to bear. When I started to throb during the inspections Bianca would pinch down hard on the head to keep it all under control.
The Monday of the third week I came home to an empty house. I grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch. It was late and I thought they must be out to dinner. I turned on the TV and waited for them to get home.
I heard Chad come in the house. He was stomping loudly into the house. I was a little afraid when I didn’t see Bianca with him. He sat down on the couch right beside me and threw his arm around me. I felt very small under the weight of his muscular arm. I found my eyes going right for the tent in Chad’s pants.
“What is going on, buddy?” Chad asked. “I gotta hand it to you, I couldn’t do what you’re doing. You have got to be going crazy, right?” Chad adjusted his crotch. “I mean I can’t even go a day without it. I mean look at this thing, one day and it is raging.” Chad started to rub himself through his pants.
I could feel my tongue licking at my lips as I swallowed hard. I realized what I was doing and I looked up to see Chad smiling. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, I was so red, and hot it was making me feel a little dizzy.
“Go for it buddy,” Chad said as he guided me to the floor. “Unbutton the pants, come on.” Chad cooed the instructions at me, and I was rock hard.
I got up to my knees right between his legs. I unbuttoned the pants and unzipped them, Chad adjusted himself on the couch so the pants would come off. His erection snapped up and hit me in face. I recoiled as I saw the white plastic thing that fell out too.
“That’s right,” Bianca said as she came around the corner. She was filming everything on her phone. “We did it, we’re pregnant, and you can start eating Chad’s cum again. I thought you’d like the first serving right from the tap.”
Bianca grabbed my head with her free hand and guided my head onto Chad’s cock. I gagged as she pushed down hard. Bianca was still filming me as I began to bob up and down on my own. I cupped my hand around Chad’s balls and massaged them in my hands. Chad started to shoot ropes of cum down the back of my throat.
“Good boy,” Bianca purred as she stroked my hair. She pulled my face to hers and we kissed as she licked the cum out of my mouth. Our tongues danced together in my mouth. She pulled us to our feet and led us to the bedroom. “Not until I cum,” Bianca warned me.
I was throbbing and jumping already. I was sure that I couldn’t do it. Bianca threw off her clothes and laid on the bed. She pulled my face into her crotch. She was already wet, but she told me to get her really wet. I could taste Chad’s cum in her vagina already. I licked until I felt her juices flowing heavily.
I looked up just in time to see Bianca finish getting Chad hard again in her mouth. Her mouth expertly moved up and down the enormous rod. Chad pushed me out of the way and buried himself in the sopping pussy.
Bianca motioned me over to her and then she grabbed my head again. She pushed my face down onto her stomach and held my face against her stomach
. It was amazing to watch Chad’s big cock work. I was getting so hard that I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh God yes, cum on this pussy!” Bianca yelled and Chad pulled out, he shot cum all over my face. Some went right into my mouth and the rest covered my eyes, nose and chin. I got onto my knees and Bianca rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples as she watched the cum dripping off of my face.
“Stop,” She said as I went to grab my erection through the pants. I almost started to cry. I needed to get there so desperately. Bianca grabbed me by the ear and I followed her to the floor. She had me lie down on my tummy. “Hump the floor, it won’t take long.” I moved along the floor for a second and I started to fill my pants. It had been weeks and there was so much semen flooding out of me.
“Here you go,” Bianca said as she tossed me a pillow and a blanket. She was smiling down at me, “You can sleep in here if you don’t move out of that spot.”
I laid there on the floor as I heard the two of them kissing and cuddling. They soon went to sleep. I felt cold, wet, and sticky, but I was smiling as I went to sleep that night. I was back in the mix. I was a part of this bizarre cuddling once again. I was now allowed to sleep in the room. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Story 44
Chapter One
Amy sat in the desk at the very front of the lecture hall, like always. She was under the watchful eye of the lecturer and the other students, like always. She answered every question asked of her, which was most of them, like always.
She hated every second of it. Just like always.
“Amy?” The lecturer stepped in front of her, “Is everything alright?”
She smiled up at him, “Everything’s fine, Sir. Just a little tired today, could you repeat the question?”
He nodded, “I asked who was responsible for the quote ‘People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.’“
“Jean-Paul Sartre. It was a statement on how humanity always has a choice in what it does, regardless of the circumstances.”
“Very good,” He stood back up and walked off, “As to be expected from you. Fantastic as always.”
The other students murmured to themselves, some with praise, others with condemnation. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes; she had an image to maintain after all.
The perfect little student, the perfect little girl. Went to all the best classes and got all the best grades, her friends were at the top of the food chain and she was the head. Everything in her life was the best, was regimented, doled out in the perfect portion to give the most perfect impression. Every lesson was perfect, every movement was perfect.
Perfect hair.
Perfect school.
Perfect life.
Everything was so disgustingly perfect, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Well, that was life, wasn’t it?
Instead she swallowed down her pride, her anger, put it all into a box and locked it away for when she was alone. As for right now, she picked up her pencil and wrote down the correct answers, raised her hand when the lecturer asked a question and gave the correct answer, swallowing down the need to grimace and scream from the tedium. She couldn’t even leave right as the lecture ended either, the most perfect student always staying right to the end before packing up, even if the lecturer decided to spend three minutes overtime on their ending speech.
Amy finally packed her things away, walking out long after everyone else had left, no one else wanting to give in to the lecturer’s ego any more than they had to. She didn’t even know why she was still here at the college. She’d done well enough that she already had offers for the future, so why was she going to class all day and all but jerking off every teacher who was in love with the sound of their own voice? Oh right, because she had to be top of everything, even if it wasn’t necessary for her success.
She’d been wondering for a long time if she actually had any control over her life, or if it was just a long series of decisions made for her from birth. Amy was certain it was the latter. She stepped out of the classroom, bag over one shoulder, like always. She walked through the hallways, ignoring the lingering looks and subtle sneers thrown her way in equal measure, like always. She took a seat next to some cheerleader she’d never met before, or maybe she had, it didn’t matter either way. What mattered was how high they were on the food chain, and judging by the clothes and the way some of the other girls were fawning over her, she was very high.
She listened in to a conversation about the same old things, where they got their handbag, who they were seeing, who they were seeing on the side, before finally she just couldn’t take it anymore. She stood without speaking, ignoring the questions and looks that the rest of the group threw her way. She could barely breathe she was so desperate to leave, to find some place where she wouldn’t have to be the perfect student, where she could just be... her.
Whoever that turned out to be.
She stepped out onto the grass, the breeze blowing softly as she made her way around the outside of the gymnasium. She hadn’t meant to come out here, she merely ran as far and wherever her feet were able to take her, and this was as good a place as any to find her bearings. Her back thumped against the wall as she finally let herself relax, her eyes gazing at the sky and her legs sliding to the ground.
“Why? Wh...” She breathed out through her nose, “How’d everything turn out this way?”
Amy lay back and closed her eyes, the cool breeze gently passing over her face as she felt herself drifting further into sleep.
That was until she heard the moaning.
“Nng, fuck...” The voice was faint, but audible from around the corner. She got on her hands and knees, crawling over slowly so as not to make any noise. This was her first chance at something new after all. Amy poked her head around the corner, ready to withdraw in a second. Not that it would have mattered, as what she saw froze her completely.
A boy around her age sat slumped against the wall, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut. When another groan left his mouth, she let her gaze fall lower. A woman had her head positioned between his legs, her mouth bobbing up and down his throbbing length, tongue visible as she swirled it all around his shaft. Amy’s eyes grew wide as the woman pushed herself deeper, his cock completely disappearing as she continued to move.
He bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hips thrusting shallowly into her throat as she bobbed back and forth, hand coming up to tease his balls. He wound his hand through her hair, pushing and pulling her along his length, her moans shooting up his spine like electricity. He thrust once more and pulled her back, a thin line of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock.
“Jesus Christ, May, you’re good at that.” He chuckled, bringing her lips to his, “Practice makes perfect, huh?”
She giggled against his lips, “Yeah, ‘cause sucking your cock is basically an Olympic sport.” She slid up his body, positioning her legs on either side of his hips. She rocked her hips against him, dragging her slit along his hardness, delighting in the groans and sputters that he gave in response. She gripped his base with one hand, positioning him at her entrance, flicking the head across the button of her clit.
“Come on, May! This is fucking torture!” He tried to thrust up into her, but her hand kept him in place, “Just let me in already!”
May clicked her tongue, “That’s no fun, is it?” She smirked as she gripped him harder, “Good things come...” She sank down to the base in one movement, “To those who wait.”
He threw his head back against the wall; Amy stifled a gasp at the sight before her. The other woman rutted herself against him, her hips almost feverish in their meeting with his. He dug his hands into her hips, urging her to go faster, deeper, until both of their bodies were almost a blur, the sound of their sex clear around the corner.
They were both a gasping, shuddering mess, their tongues meeting in a sloppy dance as they lost themse
lves in each other’s bodies. They wound their hands through each other’s hair, dragging themselves deeper against each other as they lost all sense of the outside world, only focused on what they could feel in each other. He flipped their positions, May going onto her hands and knees, his cock plunging into her depths a second later. She almost screamed at the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her, his body slamming roughly against hers in an almost savage meeting of flesh, his cock exploring the very deepest parts of her body.
She collapsed forward, her face rubbing against the grass as he increased his speed, harsh grunts and sighs the only sounds coming from her mouth. He reached down, wrapping his hand around her throat and squeezing down, pulling her back up against his body. The effect was immediate, her walls clamping down around him and her mouth opening in a silent ‘O’. He continued to pump his hips, his breathing getting more desperate as he reached his end. He came with an almighty shout, pulling out of her quickly and pumping himself to completion, his hot release ejecting itself from his length and draping across her bare cheeks. She wiggled her ass as she felt it hit her, giggling as it slid down past her holes.
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