Current Crush! Ch. 07

Chapter Seven: Daughter and Lover

Annabelle woke up early Saturday morning, lying in her bed with a hand wrapped around her torso, resting on her stomach. She could clearly feel the warmth of a man's body pressed up tight against her from behind- her ass firmly pressed up against his crotch. It only took a few seconds to remember who she was in bed with, but she was unsure how she had ended up in this position with him. The man was Harry, her father. The night before he had asked to stay the night so he could leave in the morning, but neither of them would let the other sleep on the couch. Eventually, they settled on sharing Annabelle's bed with a pillow between their bodies. That pillow was now on the floor.

His dick wasn't fully erect, but with him wearing a pair of baggy pajama pants he borrowed from Annabelle, the feeling of it was very apparent on her ass. She certainly didn't remember getting rid of the separation between them, or moving into this position, so the only other option was Harry. Was he awake? Was he intentionally spooning his daughter right now? As Annabelle thought about it, she felt him scoot closer and wrap his arm around her tighter. He made a deep groaning noise as he did, and the feeling against Annabelle's ass grew more noticeable. She could feel his cock growing until it became fully erect, pressed between her asscheeks with only the thin fabric of each of their pajamas separating them. Was he awake?

She felt conflicting emotions, but didn't have time to process them before she saw her phone light up. She reached out to grab the phone off her bedside dresser, then saw the Current Crush app had opened. As of tonight, it will have been one week since she started using the app. She never would have imagined being in this position a week ago. But then again, the app hasn't even had her do anything with Harry yet to justify... this.

"Hello Annabelle! Sorry to interrupt, but we would like you to take either a truth or dare right now! Please make a selection."

She could probably guess the general idea of what a dare might include... but she didn't really mind. She clicked on dare.

"Good girl! We can tell you are already aroused sharing a bed with Harry, so we would like to help you out! For todays dare, use whatever means necessary to make Harry touch your pussy!"

She was shocked, but could still feel his massive erection firmly pressed against her. Despite how strange it sounded to her, despite how much she wanted to deny it, those words turned her on. The thought of him fingering her made her horny. But it was too dangerous to just ask him to do it outright... she needed a plan.

After some thought, she rolled over in bed so her breasts pressed against Harry's chest instead. She made sure to keep her now dripping wet pussy pressed against his lower body, however. She touched his face and whispered in his ear.

"Daddy?"

His eyes slowly fluttered open. His erection was now up against her thigh and his arm was still draped over her, now resting just above her ass. He looked up at her slowly and smiled, before seemingly realizing what is going on.

"Honey? What... what happened to the pillow?"

"You threw it over there, silly. But I woke you up cause I need a favor, daddy."

She made sure to put emphasis on the word 'daddy' every time. She could feel his cock twitch in response. Blushing and slightly stuttering, he responded.

"Uh y-yeah, what did you need?"

She offered him no room to back away from her body. He was the one that put them in this position, after all.

"My legs hurt for some reason, but I really need to shower for... something later. Could you help me?"

His face was bright red now as he responded, "H-help you? With the shower?"

She nodded, trying her best to put an innocent look on her face. His cock couldn't hide his feelings about that idea. He glanced down at her body pressed against him, then nodded.

"O-okay. What did you need help with?"

"Well... I figured we could do it like we used to? I'll sit down and just let you clean my body."

She was not very good at hiding the lust in her eyes as she looked at him. But Harry was just as horny as she was- to a level she didn't quite understand. As his daughter pressed her body against him, his memories were brought back to some years ago, not long after Annabelle lost her virginity.

--

It had been around a month since Martin took Annabelle's virginity- the scene that Harry watched from the closet. What she didn't know is that while she was blindfolded Harry fucked her face. He came deep in his daughter's throat after watching her get fucked. Not a day went by that Harry didn't think about it, the way he looked at her had become completely different. Today, though, would hopefully allow him to bond with her in a way that wasn't so inappropriate. They were supposed to start the drive to Las Vegas where the two of them would attend a concert for some boy band Annabelle was a big fan of. They would be gone for the whole weekend, just the two of them. It was the morning before and everyone was saying their goodbyes before leaving.

Harry said goodbye to Michael and was loading everything into the car, when Martin walked into the garage. He came over early in the morning to deliver her some snacks for the drive and a flower.

"Hey, Mister Fields."

"Martin. How's it going, young man?"

"Good, good... listen, can I ask you something, sir?"

Harry gave Martin a skeptical look, then nodded, "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

Martin turned to close and lock the garage door from the inside- sealing the two of them in the room together. He walked closer and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Listen, I'm just going to be blunt. I saw you fucking Annabelle's mouth on her birthday."

Harry's face turned bright red instantly. He tried to come up with a lie to defend himself.

"Wh-what? N-no, clearly you must be m-mistaken..."

He pulled out his phone, and a video starting playing- a video of Martin watching from the door to Annabelle's bedroom as she sucks Harry's cock. His face turned bright red and he was at a loss for words instantly.

"Wh-what do you want from me? Please don't tell her."

"Of course not, man! We are bros, aren't we? Bros help each other out!"

Harry didn't know what to say, so he just listened to Martin speak.

"Listen man, I get it! If I were you, I'd want to use that pussy too! She is hot as fuck, don't get me wrong! But we both know it would be wrong if I were to just... do nothing about this. You agree, right? So we really need to come to some sort of compromise."

"And... what do you suggest?"

Martin shrugs before arrogantly leaning on the back of the car. He looks up with a sleazy expression on his face, before saying, "Well you know my parents, right?"

"What? Yeah, I do."

"Yeah, man. My dad some big shot director, my mom an actress, big shoes to fill, y'know? To them, sending me to private school was nothing, but to you? I mean, how long did you have to save up to afford sending two kids?"

He laughed as he spoke tauntingly, his following words sounding almost like he is hissing through his teeth.

"My dad used to be super famous back in the 90's, y'know. Made some revolutionary progressive movies for the time, had a big fanbase with women. At least, until he made the movie where he met my mom. Full Spread, ever see it?"

Harry is confused and asks, "What are you talking about?"

Ignoring him, Martin continues, "It's a real shitty movie. Five different sex scenes with my mom as the main love interest, critics called it 'the most sexist movie ever released.' Kinda tanked the old man's career, to no one's surprise. But he still tried to save face, even after marrying my mom- he thought he could try and use his son to prove that he really was progressive and not the asshole everyone said he was. Wanna know what he did?"

"Martin, I really don't see the point in this. Annabelle will come looking for us soon."

"That is just it, man! What you said there- 'Martin.' That dumbass thought he could prove he was a feminist by breaking gender roles and naming his son after his own dead mom. He named me Margaret Martin!"

Harry is silent for a few seconds before asking, "So... you go by your last name? I still don't get the point."

"The point is that my dad fucked me! He forced me to live a life of constant humiliation every time I even hear my own name! I refuse to even tell most people that Martin isn't my first name! What I am trying to say is, I want that idiotic old man to see that I am not just some tool for him to use to save face- I am my own man! I can bring my own wealth, change the world without him!"

Harry doesn't know what to say, so the two just sit in silence for a moment, before Martin's voice once again grows sinister.

"Which is why I'm talking to you. I heard a weird little rumor about you. That shitty little tech company you work for... Static Tech, or something? Rumor is, you guys are working on a really revolutionary app. A dating app, I hear."

Harry clenched his fists at his side. The project was supposed to be a complete secret- the only people that knew the details about it were him and his partner, Mister Vasquez. How did this little brat hear about it?

"I want in. I want you to help me get full executive access to that artificial intelligence you are working on."

Harry raised his voice almost involuntarily now, "That project won't be done for another seven years at least!"

Martin had a dark grin on his face as he spoke, he was completely in control.

"I don't care! I can get my parents to invest in it and you can have all the funding you need! All I want in exchange is a majority vote over it! Every feature, every update, every user- it all goes through me! Is that too much to ask?"

Harry wanted to punch him across the face, but he knew he couldn't. His entire family would abandon him if they saw that video- not to mention he could be arrested. He had no choice.

"I... fine. I'll do what you say... but only if you can guarantee the funding. Otherwise there is no way my partner will agree to this."

Martin grins then slaps the side of Harry's arm. He laughs and responds, "Sure, dude, no problem. I appreciate it, Mr Fields! Here, you can have these as a thank you gift!"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bag of pills, then hands it to Harry. Confused, Harry asks, "The fuck is this?"

"Oh? I'd figure a creep like you would know. They give a really fucking good high when its just one, but two will knock you out for hours. Makes it so you won't feel or remember anything the next day."

"And... why are you giving me these?"

Martin scoffs, his sleazy expression darkening as he speaks quietly, "You're the one who wants to fuck his daughter, man. I think you can guess."

Martin turns and walks out of the garage without another word. His mind racing, Harry quickly pockets the pills and starts to pace, wondering what he can even do. As worried as he is about the app and what having Martin of all people involved with it will do, he can't help thinking about Annabelle. The feeling of his dick between her lips was heaven, but what Martin implied... that was too much. He would never do something like that... he kept telling himself that, but his erection spoke a different story.

--

Harry was now standing in the bathroom in Annabelle's apartment, warming the shower up for her before she came in. He was still wearing only the oversized pajama pants that did little to conceal his erection, and his silver watch that he hasn't taken off in almost five years. He tried his best to hide how turned on he was, but the idea of touching Annabelle's naked body made his entire body hot with anticipation. He accepted years ago he would never fuck her again after what happened last time, but there was nothing else he wanted right now.

Annabelle walked into the bathroom. She was also turned on, but much more nervous than she had ever been with any other man. How would he react to seeing his daughter naked? Would he be disgusted, or turned on? She wasn't sure which outcome was better. But her answer didn't take long- as soon as she entered the bathroom and Harry turned to her, the bulge in his pants was noticeable. It could just be morning wood... but she knew that it wasn't. Her heart raced in her chest, but then she reached down to grab the waistband of her own pajamas.

"It, uh, warmed up, daddy?"

She tried to sound seductive still, but her voice had become less confident.

"Yeah, very warm. Uh, you ready to get in?"

They both hesitated, but its not like she could stop now. She nodded, then slowly pulled her pants down. Harry couldn't have looked away if he wanted to. She wasn't wearing panties, so her already wet pussy was on full display in front of him. She tried not to think and grabbed her shirt to pull it over her head. Her breasts were caught in the bottom of the fabric, lifting up with the shirt before dropping down one by one, on full display for her own father. As his eyes took in her perfect figure, he looked like he could start drooling. Annabelle felt self conscious, but put on a confident smile.

"Like the view, daddy?"

"Wh-what? Oh, sorry. Uh, why don't y-you get in, sweetie?"

He tried to look her in the eyes but he couldn't hold his gaze off of her perky tits for long. She felt weird, but there was a part of her that liked the attention. The hungry look in his eyes made her feel sexy, and made her own arousal feel less weird. She slowly stepped over the side of the bath, stepping into the shower. She made sure to give him time to check her ass out.

As the water started to run over her naked form, she kept the shower curtain open, giving him a full view of her. He stood still, dumbfounded. However, his eyes glance to the wristband still firmly held in place. He makes a strange, unreadable facial expression, but whatever thought he had vanishes once his eyes move back to her naked body.

"Well, daddy? Are you going to clean me off?"

He gulped, then nodded. He stepped forward and to the edge of the bathtub. He asked, "So... what first?"

"My hair, maybe?"

He grabbed her shampoo and squirted some of the gel into his palm. He reached out into the shower, feeling mist spray against his hands as he does. His hands gently touch her wet hair- his body still standing at the edge of the shower as if he is physically incapable of getting any closer. As his soapy fingers run through her long hair, he starts to massage it into her scalp. His hands are rough and calloused, creating a soothing sensation throughout her body when combined with the warm water running down her chest to her feet. As his thumbs rub into her skin, she takes notice to how far out of the shower he still is. She decides to push him some more and lets out a moan against his fingers.

"Oh... that feels so good."

She is turned away from him so that he has better access to her hair- and ass- so she can't see his reaction, but his hands instantly speed up. After a few minutes like that, she washes the soap out of her hair, then turns back to face him again. She makes sure to exaggerate her movements to make her boobs jiggle as much as possible.

She gives him a pouty scowl and asks, "You're so far away! How are you supposed to clean the rest of me standing like that?"

He bites his lip involuntarily and looks down at her now dripping wet pussy, before asking, "Well... what did you suggest? I don't want to ruin your pajamas."

She thinks to herself for a moment. Is she really willing to push things that far? Fuck it.

"Then take them off! I told you I need your help, daddy!"

His cock visibly twitches as she speaks. His hesitant side seems to have suddenly evaporated as he wastes no time bending down to tear off his pants. He stands back up again, fully revealing his erect cock to her. His dick was one of the biggest she had ever seen up close- it was at least ten inches and extremely thick, and it looked desperate for release. Annabelle's eyes on his dick just turned him on even more as he stepped into the shower. The water splashed off of her body and onto his.

"So... what next?"

She blushed, but answered, "Why not my back?"

She turned away from him, once again presenting her thick ass to him. He reached grab a bottle of body wash and once again squirted some into his hand. His heart was racing now. He rubbed it into his hands before slowly starting to rub his palms against her spine. The feeling of him touching her sent shivers across her body, but he kept up and rubbed it into her shoulders, her neck, moving down and down until they stop just above her ass. He slowed the movements of his fingers slowly, making small circles on the base of her spine, barely an inch above her ass. As if giving him permission, she arched her back slightly, moving her backside closer to him until she can feel the warmth coming off of his throbbing cock. He took her advancements as a sign to continue and slid his hands down to caress one half of her ass with each hand. He gently squeezed her, before spreading her cheeks open to reveal her cute, pink asshole. The bottom of her pussy had also become visible to him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now, but wasn't sure if they were at that point quite yet. Nevertheless, his hands moved inwards to brush a single finger against her asshole. The feeling makes her gasp, but with every brush of his fingers her pussy aches for release more and more.

However, she suddenly straightened her back again and turned to look at him.

"That's good, wash it off?"

He nodded, an almost disappointed look on his face. She turned and he helped wash the soap off of her figure. But she wasn't done yet. She turned to him and stepped closer, saying in as seductive of a tone as she could, "This part is the hardest for me with my... leg injury... can you wash the front of my body, too? I'd really really appreciate it, daddy."

The look in his eyes was enough for her to clearly see what he wanted to do to her, but she still put on an innocent smile. He nodded, not saying a word as his mind raced.

After once again covering his hands with soap, he looked down at her E-cups on display for him. He gently reached out, starting with her shoulders and arms, trying (and failing) to not make it obvious what he really wanted. He then moved to her chest, rubbing each finger deep against her collar bone down to just above her breasts. They briefly made eye contact, before he finally committed. His hands slide down her smooth body, then cupped both of her tits in his hands. She let out a blatant moan as his thumbs began to rub her hard nipples. She bit her lip as she stared at him, but his eyes no longer moved up from her body. He blatantly squeezed her boobs, feeling them jiggle and spill out between his fingers. At some point without either of them noticing, they moved closer together and- as his hands played with her nipples- his tip touched against her belly button.

She let out an exaggerated gasp, pretending like she didn't notice his cock before. She asked, "Daddy? Did I make you horny?"

"Yes... you did, sweetie."

He looked up into her eyes with pure lust.

"Wow... well, that is very naughty of you. I guess we should hurry up cleaning me off since I'm such a dirty girl right now."

She took a step closer so that his cock is pushed up to press against her stomach.

"There is one really dirty part of me... can you help clean it off?"

She still hadn't actually done the dare, which was supposed to be the whole point of this. She still needed him to touch her pussy.

He seemed to understand what she was saying and reached down to place his hand against her stomach. Neither of them were thinking anymore, they just wanted to feel release. His hand slid down, gently moving his fingers to rub across her bald pussy, feeling the outline of her labia. Harry swore a long time ago he would never touch Annabelle's pussy like this again, but he didn't care anymore. It didn't matter what their relationship was, he wanted to feel her insides.

His middle finger slowly pushed between the lips of her cunt, before fully slipping inside of her with almost no resistance. She whimpered with pleasure as he started to move back and forth inside of her. The rest of his large hand enveloped her crotch, combining with his second hand on her waist to hold her in place as his finger penetrated her folds. She made no effort to hold back her moans and reached one of her hands up to play with her nipples. The second hand holds on to his muscular forearm- her grip tightening as he repositions his hand so his thumb can play with her clit. Her body quivers with every movement in and out of her, making her wet stomach rub his cock up and down as they remain pressed against each other.

But as she moves more and more, his cock slides against her with increasing force, until his shaft presses up against the top of her crotch. He lets out a deep moan and, seemingly unable to hold himself back anymore, reaches down to grab his dick.

Every inch of Annabelle's body tells her to bend over and let him rail her right here right now... but the sound of her phone ringing on the counter suddenly pulls her out of her trance. She looks up at him, her eyes moving from his hand slowly stroking his cock, to his face that is intently ogling her naked body. As he moves his hips back, positioning his dick more aligned with her pussy, she decides she can't let this go farther than she intended.

"Daddy! What are you doing?"

He looks up at her, his hand on his throbbing cock still. Another few seconds and he would have put himself inside of her.

"Uh... r-right... I'm sorry this got out of hand..."

He speaks, but his hands don't move. He firmly keeps his hand wrapped around his length while the other rests with two fingers inside of her.

Annabelle puts on an innocent voice again, "It's okay... but we've gotta stop. I'm your daughter, remember?"

He looks disappointed, but puts on a smile to hide it, "Of course, baby. And I love you."

Reluctantly, his fingers slip out of her cunt and he steps back slightly. Despite her words, Annabelle would be lying if she said she wasn't still incredibly horny. She finally breaks the silence between them and offers, "But... I would hate to leave you with nothing..."

With those words, she turned away from him again, presenting her ass.

"You want to cum on my ass, daddy?"

He didn't waste even a second before reaching out to grab a handful of her. His hand begins vigorously masturbating as he stands behind her, aiming directly at her arched back. He 'accidentally' brushes his tip against her as he strokes himself. She closes her eyes and braces herself against the wall of the shower as she waits in anticipation for him to cover her. Now that she wasn't so caught up in her own pleasure, she was able to think about this situation again. The idea of her dad cumming on her would've been revolting a week ago. She would have said the same thing about giving her brother a handjob, or getting her pussy eaten in a public restroom. And yet, here she was. As Harry's hand spanked her asscheek and his cock rubbed against her crack, she couldn't fathom why she was so aroused. She knew that if she didn't stop him when she did, she would have let him creampie her. As good as that sounded now, she wasn't ready. Not yet.

With a loud groan, his cock explodes out onto her. She shakes her ass to encourage him as he blows his load, coating her entire lower back and both asscheeks. The warmth of his seed combined with the shower's water spreads across her behind.

"Fuck... Anna..."

She turns around to look at him with a satisfied smile on her face, before asking, "That feel good?"

"God yes. You're amazing, babygirl."

After they clean up the mess they made in the shower, they both get out and head out to sit on the couch in the living room, Harry once again dressed in his full outfit, but Annabelle still only wearing a towel around her body and another in her hair,

There is an awkward silence between them- clearly Harry is processing what just happened. Before dealing with that, she checks her phone to see what the call was. She sees a missed call from her best friend, Riley, along with a text message from her brother, Michael. She opens the message- and to her surprise sees a video. She quickly moves on the couch so that Harry can't see her phone. The video has a text message above it.

"I used them just like you told me to."

The video is of Michael- completely naked holding Annabelle's thong (which he stole from her pile of clothes), with it wrapped around his cock as he masturbates. She watches the video in shock as he starts to cum, coating the lacy fabric with his seed. She is reminded of not only making him cum in the restaurant last night, but telling him to do exactly what he did in that video. Nonetheless, she was surprised. Both men in her family had become very bold all of a sudden.

"Anna? Can we... talk?"

She looked up at Harry, then decided to set her phone down. She put on an innocent smile and asked, "What about?"

He had a look on his face that was both concerned, and somehow still aroused. He answered her, "Come on. What we just did..."

Annabelle scooted closer to him on the couch and placed a hand on his thigh. She responded, "Daddy... nobody has to know. You were just taking care of me."

"But... you're really okay with it? You aren't... upset or anything?"

"No. You aren't even dating mom anymore, right? I wanted it and no one was even cheated on! What happens between us is just between us- no one else. Okay?"

He looked conflicted, then nodded, "Okay, sweetie. But... can I say something bad?"

She gave him a skeptical look, then nodded. He spoke bluntly, lust in his voice, "I really want more. I... I want to taste you, Anna."

She giggles, trying to tease him, "You're so naughty. You're going to have to wait, okay?"

He nods, imagining all the things he intends to do to her body.

A few hours later after the two have spent some more traditional family time together, getting breakfast, catching up about work, Harry finally heads out to drive back home. Annabelle decides that she should call Riley back. After she does, she is met by an immediate frantic voice.

"Oh my god! Girl, do I have tea for you!"

Annabelle laughs, then responds, "Hello to you, too! What's up?"

"So guess who I ran into at the gym today- Luke fucking Carter!"

Annabelle puts on an exaggerated disgusted look and groans, "Ew, you mean mister two minutes?"

She is unfortunately reminded of hooking up with him at a party to piss off his best friend (and her ex boyfriend), Martin. He came inside of her after a few minutes of underwhelming sex.

Riley continues, "Yeah, dude. That's what I was thinking too, but we got to talking- cause I like my drama and shit- and he invited me to a party tonight. And, best of all, he specifically suggested I bring you with me."

"Dear lord. Are you saying you want to go?"

"Only if you go with me! I doubt it would be very fun... but we can make fun of people?"

After a moment of thinking, she sighs, "Alright, fine. But we better get drunk as fuck before the end of the night."

"You know it, bitch! I'll pick you up at 8?"

They agree to the plans and start to get ready. But as she is getting dressed, she decides to open Current Crush again. As she does, she suddenly remembers she forgot to get a picture of Harry touching her pussy. But to her surprise, when the app opens there is already a new text box.

"Hello again, Annabelle! We have already scanned your photos since it has been awhile since you received your dare, but we discovered there was no picture evidence! While normally we would punish you for this, we are aware you went beyond just having him touch you. We were really hoping you'd just fuck him- but we are still happy with your progress! However, since you failed your task, we will require you to either take on another dare, or accept a punishment!"

Annabelle was frustrated that everything she did with Harry was for nothing, but even more so she felt a chill run up her spine. How did the app even know anything about what happened between them? As a matter of fact, she still didn't know how it even knew Harry was sleeping over in the first place. But she had no choice, the risk of punishment was too great, she had to accept another dare.

"Very good! We will alert you later when it is time for you to complete the remaining truth and dare today! For now, do as you will!"

With those ominous words, she got dressed for the day. Several hours later as the day has turned into night, she heads outside to Riley's car to head to the party together. As they started to drive, Annabelle took the opportunity to check her friend out. Riley wore a pink tube top and a black miniskirt, her thick thighs pressing together on the leather seat. She is clearly not wearing a bra and her nipples poke through the thin fabric. Her boobs are small compared to Annabelle's, but the tight top still makes them look perfect.

"When's the last time we went to a party with these dicks?"

Annabelle looked up from Riley's body to respond, "Two years since we graduated and I dumped Martin's ass, right?"

"Oh god, I hope Martin isn't there. We don't need to see that creep."

Annabelle laughs to herself, "I doubt he and Luke are very close anymore. Luke was never as much of an asshole as he was."

After a few minutes, the car pulls up to a big house in the suburbs of the city. As they get out of the car they continue to speak.

Annabelle asks, "This is Luke's place? It's nice."

"Nah, I don't know who owns the place, but Luke is just a guest at the party like us. He's buddies with the owner from what he told me, though."

They walk up to the front door as loud music echoes through the walls and blue lights flash out the windows. As they step inside they are immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and feel the floor vibrating as drunk college kids jump up and down to a Charli xcx song. To her surprise, Annabelle recognizes a few people in the crowd back from when she was still in college. After a few minutes, Luke emerges from the crowd to greet them. He grins widely, clearly already tipsy, and holds his arms out to pull Riley into a hug.

"Riley! Annabelle! It's so good to see you guys!"

His eyes linger on Annabelle, before adding, "You look really good!"

"Thanks, Luke. Good to see you too, man!"

She puts on a artificial smile to keep him happy. He looks different from the last time she saw him two years ago. For one he had a mustache now, but on top of that he was wearing a tank top that showed off his heavily tattooed arms (which were also more muscular than she remembered). He was always fairly good looking, but had become a lot more so now.

Riley asked him, "So you gonna get us some drinks, mister?"

"My bad, girls, follow me."

He spoke very confidently, maybe as a result of the alcohol, and led them to the bar where several expensive looking bottles of various types of alcohol sat. He turned to them and asked, "What you ladies drink?"

"Vodka." Riley answered bluntly.

Annabelle laughed slightly, then shrugged, "You got twisted tea?"

He spoke as he got the two their drinks, "So how you guys been? You both dropped off the planet after we graduated! Which, I mean, I guess you had pretty good reason to do."

Annabelle answered with a sigh as she once again was forced to remember Martin.

"Oh I'm good, just at work usually. Speaking of... that, you think Martin is going to jumpscare us tonight? You two still friends?"

Luke scoffs, "Nah. Nobody has seen him in over a year since what happened with his brother. He ghosted everyone, really fell off the deep end, ya know?"

She gives him a confused look, then asks, "His brother? What do you mean?"

"Oh? You didn't hear? Yeah man, there was a crazy car crash, Martin's brother didn't make it."

She gasps, genuinely surprised, "Wow, I never heard anything about that. That's awful."

"Right, yeah. Feel bad for Martin and all, but when I tried to reach out and help him he told me in many words to fuck off, so what're you gonna do?"

There was an awkward silence. Luke eventually clears his throat and smiles, "Sorry to kill the mood before we get started. Let's drink, guys!"

The three take their drinks and all take a sip together. The party starts for them finally and both of the girls down several more drinks, dance, and catch up with a few random people from college. Luke pops in every so often to talk to them, but bounces around between dozens of other groups of people at the party. After around an hour, Riley and Annabelle are both getting more drunk as they stand off in a corner together, sweaty from dancing their hearts out to their favorite Lady Gaga song.

Luke comes back over once again- this time with another man beside him. Luke smiles and introduces, "Yo, wanted you guys to meet my friend here. This is Hank, the host of the party."

Hank, very obviously checking out both of the girls, smiles and greets them.

"What's up?"

He looks vaguely familiar for some reason, but Annabelle can't quite place from where. She responds in a polite voice, "Thanks for letting us come! Nice to meet you."

His eyes are practically glued to her nipples poking through her shirt, but he looks up at her eyes long enough to say in a clearly flirtatious voice, "No problem, who am I to turn away two beautiful women? Luke spoke very highly of you both."

As he says that, he gives Annabelle a sleazy grin. He has a strange energy around him that made Annabelle tense up, but she can't deny that he is attractive. He is fairly muscular and handsome, but has a look to him that screams he was born into wealth- made even more obvious by the very nice house he owns despite looking at least a few years younger than Annabelle.

"Oh really? What did he say?" Riley asks him.

Luke interjects, "Only nice things! I told him how much fun it was talking to you again, Riley."

She smiles with a slight blush in her cheeks, responding, "That right? And did you also tell him we were beautiful, or did he just add that part himself?"

Luke laughs, then answers, "The topic might have come up."

As the two speak, Hank turns to Annabelle and asks, "So... you're the famous Annabelle, huh?"

"Famous?"

He nods, "Back before Martin dropped off the face of the Earth, he talked about you a lot."

Annabelle scoffs, then asks, "Ah, that is why you look familiar. You friends with him still?"

"Nah, dude could be dead for all I know, haven't heard shit about him. But... I don't think we've met. I think you might recognize me from something else."

Confused, she asks, "From what?"

He steps forward and speaks in a hushed tone, "I saw your profile. The video of you sucking that guy's dick was hot as fuck."

As he speaks, he holds his arm up to show off the Current Crush wristband on his arm. Annabelle blushes and feels her heart race- he was talking about the video of her sucking her coworker's dick at work. She didn't expect to randomly encounter another person on the app like this. But his words worked to make her remember where she had seen him before. Early on while using the app, she had discovered his profile as one of the potential options to fuck. His profile featured dick pics and a video of him railing a woman in the back of a Walmart as if nobody could possibly catch him. Strangely, though, the profile had no pictures of his face. But she didn't care, what she really remembered was how big his dick was, and how good he looked creampieing that woman.

"Oh! Umm, yeah, I remember your profile now too. But, please be quiet about it."

Hank grins arrogantly, then shrugs, "No problem, we aren't allowed to tell people about it anyways. But... I could use help with my dare tonight- what do you say?"

She is surprised and caught off guard still, so instinctively she immediately responds, "Oh... maybe another time. I'm supposed to hang out with Riley tonight."

"Got you. Well, come find me if you change your mind."

With an even more obvious than before look down at her boobs, he turns to walk away. He whispers something to Luke before he goes, then they dap each other up. Luke turns back to the two girls and smiles, "Anyways, I think one of my other friends just got here- I'll come back to chill with you guys in a little bit?"

Riley responds with a slightly higher voice than normal, "We're gonna hold you to that!"

He laughs, then heads off to the entrance of the house. Riley and Annabelle turn back to each other, both thinking about the men they just spoke to.

"Want another shot?"

Riley grins in response, "You know I do!"

They both down the alcohol and immediately break into laughter together. After a moment, they relax and lean against the wall shoulder to shoulder. Riley looks over at her friend to ask, "Why did we stop partying?"

"We got old."

They giggle together and Riley flops her head down to rest on Annabelle's shoulder.

"You think you're going to hook up with someone?"

Annabelle, caught off guard, laughs, then flirts in response, "Maybe. Are you taken?"

Riley looks up at her through her eyelashes, saying, "Mmmm, I can make room for you in my schedule, I think."

They giggle, then Annabelle questions her, "But really though, were you thinking about it?"

She shrugs, "Eh. Luke has gotten kind of hot, hasn't he?"

"Maybe a little."

"But you two fucked that one time, that would be weird."

Annabelle scoffs, "Girl, trust me, I don't care if you hook up with Luke. I don't claim him."

Riley pulls her into an over the top hug and smiles, "You're so good to me! We gotta find someone for you. Is that one girl you were talking to around?"

Annabelle thinks for a moment- the image of Rebecca, Riley's sister, popping into her head- but then asks, "Oh, Luna? I doubt it. We aren't really... exclusive."

But as she says that, she spots someone else familiar to her- someone else she has fucked this past week. James, the gym friend of Rebecca and Luna who railed Annabelle as the two girls watched. The two lock eyes and he seems to also recognize her as he puts on a handsome smile and starts to walk over. Riley gives Annabelle a look as he does.

"Hey! Annabelle, right?"

"Yeah, good to see you James, I didn't know you came to this kind of party."

He smiled, glancing between the bodies of the two girls. He shrugged in response, "I usually don't, but my roommate convinced me to go out. I was planning on getting fucked up- you girls want to join?"

Riley answers for both of them, "That was our plan already! We don't mind the company, right?"

She gave Annabelle an expectant look, so she nodded in response, "Right, we didn't have much time to talk last time I saw you, you're welcome to join us if you get us some more drinks."

"Sounds like a deal."

He walked away to refill their drinks. As he left, Riley playfully punched Annabelle's arm.

"You didn't tell me you slept with that guy! He's fine as hell."

Annabelle laughs, "And what makes you think I did sleep with him?"

She gives her a side eye, then says, "It was in both of your eyes. Not to mention his eyes were all over you, girl."

"You think so?"

They both look across the room at James again as he pours them drinks at the kitchen counter. His dark, muscular forearms are highlighted by the flashing blue lights around them. Annabelle can't help but think about how he used her body the last time they were together. His dick was even bigger than Harry's and attached to an incredible body- and he knew how to use it. After everything this morning that resulted in Harry being the only one to actually cum, she didn't mind the idea of getting used by James again.

Riley reaches over and places her hand on Annabelle's back- just above her ass- but continues talking like normal.

"Yes, girl! I bet he'd tear your clothes off now if I wasn't in the way."

"In the way? Please, you're much hotter than me."

Riley rolls her eyes and then shakes her head, "No way. I would kill to have boobs like yours, girl."

Annabelle flirts with her, "You looking at my boobs, huh?"

"Maybe a little."

As she speaks, she glances down at her friend's chest. Annabelle can't help but be turned on knowing Riley is checking her out, even if it is just playful flirting. But as Annabelle looks away briefly, Riley takes the opportunity to look down the front of her best friend's shirt to get a better look at her cleavage. The flirting may be mostly playful and a result of the alcohol, but Riley is burning up thinking about touching Annabelle's body again.

James returns with drinks for the three of them and the three spend some time talking and downing more and more shots for the next hour. Eventually, the three of them end up sitting on a small couch in a study room in the back corner of the house. Annabelle sits between Riley and James, each of her legs pressed up against the two around her.

"And what did you say?" James asks with a wide grin.

Annabelle, giggling, explains, "And-and I said, 'I'm horny. You wanna cum in me?'"

The three laugh, then Riley agrees, her speech slurred as all three are now very drunk, "It's true! Sh-she said that right in front of him, then went and fucked Luke while Martin banged on the door! It was hilarious!"

James laughs, then casually places his hand on Annabelle's knee. He says, "Damn girl! No wonder Luke likes you guys!"

The three giggle, then Riley matches him and also places a hand on her friend's leg. She smiles and says in a low voice, "She has always been a little crazy like that. It's part of what makes her so hot."

Annabelle looks over at her, surprised at the sincerity in her voice. Before she can speak, though, James agrees, "Yeah, I got that impression too."

Annabelle blushes, gaining a sudden clarity despite the alcohol in her system. Are they both hitting on her? Before she can really process anything, though, her phone buzzes. She pulls it out and sees a notification from Current Crush. Her face turns pale quickly and she excuses herself, "Oh, hang on a second guys, I'll be right back."

She quickly gets up and heads out of the room to lean on the wall of the hallway. She opens the app as her heart races.

"Hello Annabelle! The time for your truth and dare has come! First, answer this simple truth: do you want to get fucked right now?"

She is caught off guard by how straight to the point it is. None of the usual fluff- which makes the answer appear in her head even faster. Yes. If she is honest, she has been desperate for release ever since Harry fingered her this morning. She typed her answer in and hit submit.

"Great! Well then, for your dare tonight- we want to solve that! You seem to be very popular tonight, so we want you to take advantage of it! You need to have sex with at least three people at the same time! You can choose who ever you want- but make sure to record the entire thing!"

Normally she would hesitate or be upset, but right now she doesn't have any doubt. She wants to get fucked more than anything right now. The only question was- who? She had to have three other people fuck her? As she thought, the three men she spoke to tonight seemed obvious. James, Luke, and Hank. Two of them have already fucked her before and the third practically asked to use her earlier, so it couldn't be that hard. However, Riley is the one that said she wanted Luke.

As that thought entered her mind, she heard Riley laughing from inside the room. She turned back to look- only to see Luke had at some point gone in and was now talking with the other two. Annabelle was certain in what she wanted now. She walked out into the living room where most of the party was. She walked past the crowds, until she found Hank in a group with his various friends. He was standing very close to a younger girl with orange hair- clearly hitting on her.

"Hank. Come with me."

Annabelle spoke bluntly and without any introduction- she couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him away as he showed zero resistance and had a stupid grin on his face. She returned to the room with Hank and looked at the group before her. Luke sat on the edge of the couch beside Riley while James sat on the other end. The group all looked up at Annabelle. She confidently closed and locked the door behind her.

"Hank? What're you guys doing?" Luke asks.

Without a word, Annabelle walks up to her spot on the couch, but turns and climbs onto Riley's lap. All three men watch her intently. Annabelle leans in to whisper in Riley's ear seductively.

"I'm horny. You want to share some dick?"

She backs her face away slightly so that her lips are only a few inches away from Riley. Riley is caught off guard at first, but after a second, grins widely and nods, "God yes."

Riley then breaks the distance between their lips and plants a passionate kiss on her best friend. Annabelle kisses her back with tongue and wraps one arm around to lace her fingers through Riley's hair. All three men are caught off guard, but the air quickly changes in the room. They all clearly become aroused (more so than before) as they watch the girls make out.

Riley reaches down to squeeze Annabelle's ass as she sits on her lap. This situation between them wasn't something new necessarily, but they hadn't touched each other like this in years- and they are both eager to make up for lost time as their tongues explore one another's mouth. Annabelle decides to get things moving some more and reaches over with her spare hand to grab James's dick through his jeans. He takes the invitation and helps her hand to unzip his pants, then pulls out his cock. Annabelle starts to slowly jerk his dick up and down all while she continues kissing Riley. Riley matches her energy and does the same by reaching up to grab Luke's crotch.

Behind them, Hank walks up to start touching Annabelle's back, then reaches around to grope her tits through her shirt. The other two men groan in pleasure as both of their cocks are stroked by the girls. Annabelle finally breaks the kiss as Hank's hands slide down her top to fully squeeze her bare breasts. She releases James's length to grab her own shirt and throw it off and onto the floor. As she does, she stands up to face Hank. She grabs his crotch through his shorts and says quietly in his ear, "This is for our dare- so you know what to do."

He bites his lip and nods understandingly. Annabelle turns back to the others and asks, "Which one of you is going to tear Riley's clothes off?"

Luke eagerly wastes no time and leans down to kiss her. His hands roam down her body, grazing over one of her boobs, before grabbing the bottom of her shirt. He lifts it over her head, exposing her perky, petite tits to the air. He grabs one boob and takes her nipple into his mouth before pulling down at her miniskirt.

As they do that, Annabelle takes James's attention and gets on all fours in front off him. She asks in a seductive voice, "You gonna make me do all the work?"

He shakes his head, then fully takes his pants off and throws his shirt on the ground. Annabelle grins, then leans forward to run her tongue up from the base of his cock up to the edge of his tip. He groans in pleasure and places a hand on the back of her head. Beside them, Riley sits on the couch as Luke stands in front of her- his dick already halfway inside her mouth.

Hank subtly sneaks to the other side of the room to set up his phone to record them all as everyone is distracted. Once he has set it up, he gets naked himself and starts stroking his own rock hard cock. He walks up to behind Annabelle as she plays with James's balls with one hand, and uses the other to stroke his length as she finally takes his tip into her mouth. Her tongue wraps around his shaft as her mouth moves down more and more- until her eyes have fully rolled back into her skull. Her lips hit the base of his erection as a noticeable bulge becomes obvious in her throat. As she deepthroats James, Hank starts to squeeze her ass and pulls her booty shorts down to expose her lack of panties. He spanks her bare ass hard, making her arch her back more as she tries to entertain the man in her throat and the one behind her at the same time.

Riley easily takes all of Luke's cock into her throat as his dick is the smallest of the three men, but she doesn't mind. She doesn't even move as he holds her by the hair and fucks her face, thrusting into her throat like she is nothing more than a fuck toy. Riley can't help but stare at Annabelle, though. She watches as Hank spits on his hand and reaches down behind her to rub up her dripping wet pussy. Hank slips two fingers into her pussy with zero resistance and starts to finger fuck her as his second hand feels up her ass. Riley watches her ass jiggle with every slap, getting more horny by the second. Even with a dick in her mouth, all she can think about is wanting Annabelle to cum. She reaches over to grab one of Annabelle's boobs as it hangs down beneath her- jiggling with every movement of her mouth around James's length.

Annabelle moans as she feels the combination of her pussy being fingered, her throat being fucked, and her nipples squeezed. She can't wait any longer. She pulls her mouth off of James and moans, her voice dripping with lust.

"I need you both to fuck me. Now."

James obeys her command and grabs her by the waist to lift her up onto the couch, and onto his lap. Hank stands up behind her and grabs her ass even more as James holds her like she is weightless, positioning her above his dick. The two look each other in the eyes as she slowly lowers down to allow his tip slip into her folds. She can't help but moan loudly, only made louder as Hank spreads her ass and starts rubbing his tip against her asshole- his cock covered in his own precum. Annabelle practically screams as Hank's tip slips into her ass.

Even more encouraged by Annabelle's display, Luke pulls out of Riley's mouth and pulls her Hello Kitty panties off with one swift movement. He climbs on top of her on the couch beside the others and slides his cock into her dripping cunt. She moans out loudly as he starts to fuck her, but she still stares at Annabelle as she is double penetrated.

Annabelle can't even form thought as she feels both massive cocks slipping in and out of her holes. Both her pussy and asshole are stretched out with every thrust, the two dicks rubbing against each other through the walls of her insides. Her ass had only ever been fucked one other time, so the feeling of Hank plowing into it was extremely painful- but it was also felt amazing. Her body felt like it could split in half as they filled her up, moving more and more of their dicks into her with every thrust. It was too much for her to bear, but she never wanted it to stop. As she is railed, Riley reaches over to start rubbing Annabelle's clit. The sensations are amplified even more and Annabelle screams out in pleasure.

"Oh my fucking god!"

After a few minutes of relentless pounding, Annabelle collapses forward onto James's firm chest, her orgasm hitting her like a truck as neither of the men slow down the relentless abuse of her holes. James reaches up to grab her by the throat before forcing her down so his entire cock enters her balls deep. Hank slaps her already red ass as hard as he can and does the same as James, sliding into her ass as far as physically possible. She can't even form words anymore, her entire body goes numb with the exception of her quivering thighs as she squirts onto James's thick black cock. Her moans make no attempt to be contained within the room, she has never felt anything like this. Finally, though, they both pull out of her. James throws her down on her back on the couch, then Luke stands up and does the same to Riley. Now lying side by side, the two girls look into each other's eyes. Both of them are drenched in sweat and breathing heavy, but they lean in to kiss once again. All three men stand above them, but they switch places as Luke climbs on top of Annabelle and Hank climbs on Riley. James, stands off to the side to stroke his cock and watch.

The girls don't break their kiss and instead moan into each other's mouths as Luke slides into Annabelle's pussy and Hank does the same to Riley. Annabelle reaches over to play with Riley's clit as she takes all ten inches of Hank's cock. At the same time, Riley squeezes Annabelle's nipples, feeling the gauges in them that make them even more sensitive to her touch. After a few minutes like that, James joins back in by pulling Riley's face away from the kiss so he can shove his length down her throat. Annabelle doesn't relent rubbing Riley's clit as she is penetrated from both ends.

After nearly ten minutes of fucking in that position, Riley lets James fall out of her mouth as she is overwhelmed by the pleasure and reaches her own orgasm. As she cums, her pussy tightens around Hank's cock, bringing him close to the edge. He pulls out of her as James takes his place and lifts her legs up above her head before slamming his entire length into her. She screams in pleasure as he gives her no time to rest before using her. Hank moves to the other side of the couch and grabs Annabelle by the throat tightly before shoving himself into her mouth.

All five of them moan loud and are drenched with sweat- all three men rapidly getting close to an orgasm after almost half an hour of sex with the girls not going even a minute without at least one dick inside of them. As Luke continues railing Annabelle, he leans forward to groan against her ear.

"I'm gonna cum... can I?"

She looks him in the eyes, then nods. Luke starts to move his hips as fast as he physically can, until finally he blows his load directly into her pussy. The feeling of his warmth fills her deep inside, and then seconds later Hank starts to cum inside of her throat. She sucks him dry as her pussy milks Luke for every drop. James and Riley seem to say something to each other as well, but Annabelle can't focus on anything other than the feeling of the men filling her. But, as soon as Luke is done filling her pussy, James pulls out of Riley and takes Luke's place between her legs. Without a word, he slips his dick into her cum-filled pussy and thrusts into it as hard as he can. Hank pulls out of her mouth as he breathes heavily and feels his cock softening, but Riley fills the void he left and kisses her, licking the remnants of his seed off her lips. After a few more minutes of pounding, James too blows his load into Annabelle's pussy. She moans in pleasure as a second man creampies her tonight, all while her best friend kisses her and gropes her boobs. After pumping out more cum than the other two men combined, James finally pulls out of her and lets the combined seed drip out of her cunt onto the couch beneath her. Her breath shakes still and she can't feel any part of the lower half of her body at all.

"Fuck... that was amazing." Riley says against Annabelle's lips.

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Meanwhile, across the city, Harry pulls his car up to an old nice looking mansion. Instead of heading back home to the house he bought a few years ago in a city a few hours away, he went to this place. As he heads up to the front door and knocks, he is met by an older woman wearing a stereotyped maid outfit. Her skirt doesn't even cover her entire ass and her perky tits are clearly shown off by the low cut top. She has long black hair and is tall, a few inches above Harry.

"Hey, Marissa. Is your son busy?"

The woman, named Marissa, smiles with a strange uncanny valley-like look to her, "Mister Fields. He is always busy. He told me I should expect your arrival, however. Please, come in."

Harry follows her into the mansion, his eyes moving down to the lower half of her ass that is fully on display and jiggles with every step. He also glances up at her arm- where she wears a Current Crush wristband. They reach a room at the end of the dark hall where a faint blue light creeps out from under the door. Marissa gives Harry that same creepy smile, then says to him, "Please remember to mind your manners in front of him."

As she opens the door, Harry steps into the room. The entire interior is illuminated by the light of dozens of computer screens. Machines as tall as the ceiling fill every corner of the room, all whirring busily, each of the screens automatically flashing through hundreds of different screens of text and various images in seconds. Giant metallic wires come from the machines, all leading back to one point in the center of the room. A throne-like chair with a computer built into it and wheels at its bottom. Atop the chair sits the man Harry came to see- his eyes are glazed over and void of any color and a strange metal implant is built into the back of his head with wires attached to it and connecting back to his chair- and by extension the rest of the room. Without even looking at the screens, both of his hands type onto different keyboards of two laptops sitting at the edges of his throne. His pale eyes don't move, but he speaks out in a monotone voice.

"Henry Fields. It took longer than we thought for you to arrive."

With an angry lift to his voice, Harry speaks, "We need to talk about Annabelle. She cannot be a user of Current Crush! We had a deal, Martin!"