Desiree Femme Ch. 13-15

13

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT

Chloe peddled her bike home, and her legs felt wobbly. She swerved onto the shoulder of the road and almost smacked the Schwinn into old man Nagy's mailbox. She pumped the peddles, and each time she did, the tip of the saddle seat split her cunny lips and rubbed across her clit. The process of riding was maddening. The girl stopped straddling the seat and wondered if she could fix it. She couldn't put on her panties; Kim had kept them. She studied the seat, and a dirty thought entered her head. The girl turned and grabbed the bicycle seat and tipped it back. The pointy end was now sticking up at an obscene angle. She swung her foot over the crossbar, and the seat tip touched her cunt lips.

In sixteen years, she never had so much as a lude thought, but in the last two hours, she'd orgasmed countless times and questioned everything she knew about her sexuality. She smirked as she lowered her pussy onto the upturned seat.

Kelly was too exhausted to even consider taking a shower. She smelled of girl spunk and lay across the bed spread eagle, face down, snoring.

Richard opened the kitchen door and entered the room with the robot in tow. The situation seemed unreal, and he wondered what Désirée would do all night alone in a room. Should he put it in the guest room? Maybe lock it in the cellar.

He turned to Désirée and was about to direct her to the spare bedroom when it asked, "Where is Kelley? I need to see her." Richard wasn't sure his wife was home.

"Look, Désirée, I need to rest, and I think it's time for you to recharge." The android's battery was a 110-volt plug-in. You should stay in the spare room tonight." Désirée nodded and followed him up the stairs.

Richard was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He had covered his naked wife and crept under the covers, not that he would have wakened Kelly. She slept in a deep snoring coma, and he was soon to follow. His last thought was that this had to be brought under control. He wasn't unhappy, though; Kelly finally wanted sex, and that certainly changed everything.

Richard didn't often have dreams, at least ones he could remember. Tonight was different; the images that scalded his mind emerged as a replay of the day's bizarre scenes in his sleep. He dreamed that Désirée was controlling him and everyone else, and the sole reason for this was sexual. The visage became more specific, and he saw the android making love to his wife, and her hedonistic response was molten and disgusting.

The android had strapped his beautiful wife to the headboard and alternately lashed at her tits and cunt with its tongue until Kelly begged in hoarse whispers for more.

"Ah, Yes, that's it. Flick my clit. More! Harder!" His wife's tone was one of insistent desperation as Désirée knelt over and slobbered her tits and clit with her ruthless tongue.

"Is this what you want, honey?" Désirée asked tauntingly as the robot whipped the woman's clitoris raw. Kelly arched into the assault, and what she said next made Richard experience a sleep state hardon.

"Fuck my cunt; put your tongue in my pee hole!" Kelly's whimpers were insistent and demanded obedience. The robot's tongue clapper was long, longer than ever, and looked to be over

twelve inches. Kelly strained against the restraints and begged for Désirée to jam its wicked tongue in anywhere it would fit.

Richard saw the scene in remarkable clarity, and the android's fingers were embedded in his wife's perfect tits, spreading the nipples and making them appear an inch wide. Désirée leaned into Kelly's quim, and the robotic lips were suctioning, creating a super pump vacuum. Kelly was no longer quietly begging her master for completion as the pleading gathered force.

"In my cunt! Up my pisser! Stick it in! Stick it in my piss hole! Shoot it! Zap it! Fucking turn on the juice!" Kelly was desperate, and the sounds were too real. When Richard opened his eyes, the scene made his cock inflate like an emergency life raft. His only thought was, Oh fuck! Here we go again.

Désirée turned and straddled Kelly in a sixty-nine position, and his no longer frigid wife took the robotic clit, which was longer than ever, into her throat and chewed. Richard rolled over and stared at the lurid couple. What had he created? He jacked his boner, which was so huge that he couldn't fit his hand even halfway around it. Désirée pounded Kelly's throat, and the woman, who up to three days ago wouldn't touch his penis, didn't gag. Her hips bucked up to meet Désirée's snake tongue.

Désirée was fully charged, and the shocks in Kelly's cunt blasted her into orbit as the electricity scorched her G-spot. Kelly convulsed as the rocket launch rushed through her. Richard had jacked his cock no more than ten strokes when his climax sprayed out in a torrent of spurts. Désirée was not to be left out of the party and leaned into the giant rod, grabbed it, and finished masturbating him. That was the cue for Désirée to fire her orgasm along with its cum, soaking Kelly's head, pillow, and headboard. Kelly grunted around the mammoth clitty as the synthetic pussy spewed turbulent and eternal.

The last thing Richard remembered before he passed back into his sleep coma was the android slipping its cum coated fingers into

Kelly's perfect ass and the unintelligible moans she mumbled around the girl's dick.

Chloe slowly sat on the upturned bicycle seat, and it spread her young cunt obscenely. She was changing fast, and the life she had once led was no longer her reality. She rode the bike toward home, pumping the pedals and her pussy until the pre-cum wetness splattered on the ground. The night air felt good against her clit, and she peddled toward orgasm. Chloe didn't ask herself what was happening anymore; she knew. It simplified things to realize she was no more than an orgasm junkie. As the girl approached her house, visions of her brother's prick and the spanking that forced the cream spurt roiled in her head. She was curious; did he like being brutalized? How did his stuff taste? How would his dick feel in her dirty place? Chloe had plans for the fourteen-year-old. She wanted her brother to cram his respectable eight-inch boner in her hole; she wanted to experience those sinful feelings again. She wanted to cum, and Caleb's cock was the ticket to ride the orgasm choo-choo.

These visions made her sit deeper onto the seat end, and her pussy lips were spread so far it felt like they would rip open, but still, she pressed harder.

The orgasm hit as she reached her front lawn, and it forced her to lose her balance and fall over, the seat impaling her twat. She lay on the grass, shivering in the aftershocks. The seat was soaked, and cum dripped down her legs, soaking her socks and sneakers. When Chloe stood up, she had one mission: to find her brother and lick the frosting off his boy-beater.

Judy finally made it home without playing with herself and stood at the kitchen sink washing the bulbs. She hastily plugged them in to charge them up. She stared at the bulbs and counted five. One was missing, and she thought back to the confusion of the evening. There was no doubt in her mind that one was still bivouacking in Kim's

cunt. She hoped the charge would last until the following day when she returned to the shop and toyed with the manager while she worked.

On Lisa's trip home, the whirlwind of her thoughts was of Robin Connolly's perfect ass and the anal play she was into. Even after the wreckage left by the multiple orgasms, she craved the perverted episodes. She wanted to feel Robin's tongue slither into her cornhole. She would get that and more.

Chloe left her bike on the front lawn and, wobbling up the porch steps, entered the house. Leaving things on the lawn was against the rules, but the girl was too far gone to care about such trivial things. Her father would put the bike away and scold her.

The TV was on, and her Mom and Dad sat in recliners watching the evening news, and they seemed transfixed, almost hypnotized. Chloe tip-toed past the opening. She silently climbed the stairs and walked to her brother's bedroom door.

Bob rose from his recliner and checked the house. Ellie sat on the couch as her vagina pulsed and thrummed. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but something on the nightly news triggered the oddest feelings in her kitty, and she wanted to pet it. This would be a perfect night to masturbate in the bathroom. She thought about her purchases from the sex shop on Lake Avenue.

Chloe listened at her brother's closed bedroom door; she could hear music softly playing. The girl paused, wondering how to proceed. She had to do this right and not spook her brother. After an inordinately long wait, the sister gently knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" Her brother answered.

"It's me, Caleb. Let me in." The door opened a crack to verify this. He was wearing his bathrobe, and Chloe could see the lump at his crotch. She smirked; this was going to be easier than she thought. She wondered how many times her brother jerked off each day; was

it twice, three times, or more? His usual routine was that he fantasized about her when he played with his boner? The girl entered the room, and her brother softly closed the door, his imagination running wildly.

"I want to talk to you." She asked as innocently as possible; all the while, her cunt drummed in a constant military rhythm. Caleb looked at his most potent fantasy, his sister. She was perfect in every way. He jerked his stick at least twice a day, thinking about the visions of her luscious body he stored in his brain from the day he peeked in the bathroom window; when that failed to get the job done on the third or fourth wank, he used the up-skirt peeps of his mother. That was the hook that never failed him. He used his phone to take sneak pictures of his Mom as she bent over doing housework, and her girdle drove him mad.

"About what?" Caleb seemed antsy. He was just about to blow his nuts when the knock interrupted him mid-stroke. He tried to consciously will his cock to deflate as Chloe entered his bedroom, but it was no good; his sister was too close. He could smell a faint odor clinging to her, and it was sweet and alluring; she was his primary fantasy for his flogging sessions, and the fact that she stood inches away from his vulcanized cock was too much for him to bear. She stood so close Caleb thought he could touch her with his boner if he opened his robe and turned ever so slightly.

Chloe's cunt felt as if hot chocolate had been poured onto it, and the situation intensified her horniness to a level she'd not experienced. She could feel her pussy and clitty twitch and her sphincter spasm. She smiled at her brother and glanced at the bump in his robe.

"Nothing much; I just wondered what you were doing up here all night," she teased; she knew damn well what he was doing. She inched closer to him, and the bulge in his robe almost touched her thigh. "I need you to look at something." She stared into his blue eyes. "There is some swelling, and I need you to check it out."

Caleb had been on the verge of shooting his spunk when his sister knocked, and his cock drooled in his robe. Sheesh, she is gorgeous, he thought, and accidentally moved closer so the bulge actually touched her leg. That did it; the mere contact of his pecker touching Chloe's leg triggered his ejaculation, and he convulsed, his head mashing her tits. Chloe was not to let an opportunity such as this go to waste, and, holding him in a headlock against her boobs, ripped open his robe and grabbed his cock. She missed the first spurt, but the eight or so that followed burped into her palm.

"Arrrg, Oh Fuck! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." He was embarrassed beyond words. He just came in his sister's hand.

Chloe leaned toward him, not releasing his cum hydrant, and whispered so softly he almost couldn't hear through the ringing in his ears.

"Did you cum good," as the cock jumped in her palm. What his sister did next made Caleb question whatever religious inhibitions he had been brought up with. She raised the spunk load to her mouth and slurped it down. "Mmmm," she hummed. His penis was still so stiff he thought it would jump out of its skin. Chloe finished cleaning her hand and resumed stroking the prong.

"Do you want to see mine?" She whispered and then tongued his ear. He did want to see it; he had always wanted to see it. Chloe slowly, almost demurely, lifted her skirt, exposing her teen slit, which glistened in the lamplight.

The nightly news was over, and Bob Kovacs was locking up for the evening. He opened the front door, looked around, did a last check, and shook his head. Chloe's bike lay in the grass in the front yard. He was the town minister, and the yard had to look perfect. Bob walked to the bike, shaking his head; he would have to have another talk with his daughter. He picked up the bike and noticed the seat turned up at an unusual angle. No one could ride it like this. He grabbed the end and straightened it. The seat was wet and hadn't

dried in the cool night air. Bob looked at his palm, which was slicked with something, but what? He raised his palm and sniffed. It was the oddest smell; he knew that odor but couldn't place it. He put the bike in the garage and, just for good measure, smelled the seat close up. This was strange. If I didn't know any better, he mused. He had smelled the odor before, but it had been so long since he had made love to his wife that the memory escaped him. He closed the garage door and puttered around while thinking about the odd odor. This was going to be one of those nights, and he opened the bottom drawer of his tool chest and took out the porno mag.

The magazine was a lurid study of gay sex. Bob stood in the garage and looked at the male lovers; he never got tired of these pictures. Eventually, he would rub his cock until it shot a load in his hand, and he would slurp it off as he panted and waited for his heart to calm. He thought about his life choices and rued the day he became a minister. He wanted a man and thought about it by day and dreamed about it by night and lived a life of denial without any real, satisfying sex. He wished Ellie was a man. That would be perfect.

Ellie Kovacs was a good wife, as far as ministers' wives went, and one heck of an organist. Her life was full of the church's goings on and didn't leave her much time to think about extracurricular activities. Sex with her husband, Bob, fell into that category. Her busy schedule kept the sexual frustration suppressed to a low simmer, and she attempted to pass this attitude of no sex on to her children, thus justifying her celibacy. She remembered the day she barged into the bathroom looking for laundry and caught Caleb masturbating. She dragged him off the toilet, pants around his ankles, and picking up her oak yardstick, walloped him good. Masturbation was a sin; all sex was. It surprised her as her son's cock wouldn't deflate as she tried to beat the devil out of him. It also surprised her that he ejaculated all over the kitchen cabinets as his sister watched, enthralled. The spectacle made the mother blow off

a cum load in her girdle along with him, not to mention triggering the most intense mauling sessions in her cunt for days afterward. Thank God she was wearing the Lycra panties, and the ejaculate didn't leak out onto the floor. As disturbing as this turn of events was, it thrilled her, and she fell into a religious nightly ritual. After Bob was asleep, Ellie would sneak into the bathroom and rub her clit until her vagina spasmed. It was better than sleeping pills.

Chloe pulled on her brother's cock. It was the very first and only one she had touched, and she remembered the day he shot his creamy goo to the smacks on his ass as Mom whipped his butt with a stick. She sank to her knees, wanting to get a close-up look at the incredible boner. It lurched and strained as she held the base.

"Fuck! Chloe. That feels nice." This was the first time anyone other than he had touched his thermometer, and he felt his mercury rise again. Chloe pulled on the prong and watched as the foreskin buckled back on the downstroke. Drops of his laundry load dripped from the tip, and, in a come-to-Jesus moment of inspiration, she dabbed the drooling slit with her tongue. Caleb's hands were on the back of her head, and he pushed her mouth forward, trying to stick the eight-incher in her mouth. Chloe had no problem with that as she clamped her lips around the crown and vacuumed the tip, trying to get every drop out of her brother's pogo stick as he thrust his hips forward.

Chloe had heard about blow jobs but had never seen one. Her girlfriend Sally Dobbins was the resident expert, or so everyone in the high school whispered behind her back. She explained the process in great detail, which seemed disgusting to Chloe. Why would anyone want someone to pee in their mouth? It all made a sort of sense to her now as her mouth opened and Caleb's cock slid into her throat. The first deep jab made her gag, and she spit up a glob of slime; it leaked from the corners of her lips. After that, it was easier as she relaxed her throat and let the dick slide in until his soft pubes tickled her nose. Caleb grunted as his sister assaulted his

wang. She wanted to tell him to hush but had been taught not to talk when her mouth was full.

Ellie made her way up the stairs. She was unbelievably horny. Bob wasn't there and would be useless even if he was. When she passed her son's room, she heard a sound. "UGH!"

She wondered if he was jerking his meat again. Wasn't the last lesson enough to teach him to leave his cock alone? What she heard next weren't masturbation sounds.

"Do it, Sis! Come on, take it all, suck it!" Ellie was stunned. This could only mean one thing; her daughter was blowing her son. She had the memories of the massive cock as she envisioned it in her daughter's mouth; it made her swoon in the hall. Caleb's penis was way bigger than her husband's. She visualized the cock sliding into her daughter's mouth. How had this happened right under her nose? How could Chloe, her only daughter, be so vile and suck a penis? The time Bob begged her to do the deed for him was awful as she flatly refused to perform the disgusting act. Ellie thought of how she came in a torrent as she beat her son's ass, how his sperm spewed in spurt after spurt; she lifted her nightgown and cupped her mound. Her cunt was slicked as never before, and Ellie rubbed her finger into the slash.

"Suck it, Chloe, that's it; oh God, I'm gonna come again." Ellie wondered what this 'again' stuff was. "Take it; swallow it all." Ellie was beside herself and jackhammered her clit in a rhythm that would have shattered cement. She was unbearably close as her woman cum built. She waited for her son's explosion; she knew it would be soon and wanted to ejaculate with him; it was so wrong. Her young stud popped his nuts and barked, and Ellie was sure it could be heard in the kitchen. "Fuck!"

That was the cue Ellie was waiting for, and her cunt jerked, sending a load of ladyfinger spume onto the hall carpet. She leaned against the door with a thud.

The teenagers looked up at the sound. "What the fuck," Caleb mouthed. Chloe reluctantly pulled her mouth off her brother's wang and looked up. She panicked, but only for a moment. It had to be her Mom. The fact that she didn't bust up their repartee led her to realize that maybe Mom had urges of her own, too. This would change things considerably, and Chloe slowly opened the door. The hall was empty, and Chloe wondered if her mother was in her bedroom masturbating. She noticed the wetness on the hall carpet; yeah, she was definitely masturbating.

Ellie sat in her bathroom with the door closed and locked, contemplating this turn of events. Bob would be up soon, and she needed time to think. Her thoughts were a turmoil in her mind.

If it was a sin for her children to masturbate, it was a sin for her to do it as well, but that didn't matter anymore. Her nightly rub-outs were necessary to relieve the tension of the day and the lack of sex with Bob. Her pussy was still inflamed, and the vulva lips hung, distended and swollen. She traced her finger around the plot of her cunt. Should I do it again?

The knock on the door made her jump, and she pulled her gown down as a reaction. "I'm in here." She announced, assuming it was Bob to do his bedtime ritual.

"It's me, Mom." It was Chloe's voice, and the mother panicked.

"What, honey." She answered, trying to sound calm; she was anything but.

"Can I come in? I need to talk with you." This was definitely weird. Ellie opened the bathroom door to a different life.

14

CLEANLINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS

Richard awoke in the afternoon and grabbed his bathrobe from the bedroom closet. The voices woke him, voices from downstairs, and he pulled the robe off the hook, knocking over the shotgun that he kept hidden there. The 12 gauge Remmington was a remnant from his father, and he'd never even fired it other than on the skeet range. His daddy hunted and insisted that a man should know how a gun worked, but that was as far as it went. He leaned the gun in the corner and wandered down the stairs, following the voices.

He crept toward the door until the voices were discernable.

"What does this mean?" It was Kelly's voice.

"It means that you will do what I say when I say it. It is really quite simple, Honey. From now on, you belong to me." Richard listened for Kelly to voice some argument, a protest, anything. She was silent.

Richard was shocked and backed down the hall. Here was a machine dictating what a human could or could not do, and the human was powerless to stop it. He needed to talk to his assistant and find out what she had programmed into this thing.

By the time Robin Connolly returned home, it was after four. She passed into a restless sleep, fraught with sex dreams, and didn't stir until the early afternoon. She lay in bed trying to make sense of what happened and was torn between her raging libido and the realization that Désirée had to be stopped. She had reached an obvious

conclusion: the only way to do this would be to dismantle the unit. That would prove easier to try than do.

So, Robin lay in bed and desperately tried to avoid touching her pussy. The what the fuck is happening to me line burned in her mind like a flashing neon sign. She was about to get up when the knock came. Who would be at the door on a Saturday? She slipped a translucent robe over her naked body and walked into the living room.

"Who is it?" She asked, hand on the deadbolt.

"It's me, Richard. Can we talk?" He sounded nervous. Robin unlocked the door, and her boss stepped over the threshold. Robin couldn't help but stare at the lump in his trouser leg.

"What's going on?" Robin asked as low-key as possible. From the serious look on his face, she surmised that her boss had reached similar conclusions as she had.

"It's about the unit," he paused; they both hesitated to call it by name. Robin nodded, fully expecting what was to come.

"We need to kill it," he said matter-of-factly, "before it kills us."

Robin was on the same page. On the one hand, she craved the blistering orgasms that were sparked by the robot as never before. On the other, she didn't want to be a casualty of death by orgasm, if there even was such a thing.

"Okay, so, what are your thoughts?" She hadn't thought about the loss of forty million dollars up to now, but it was all too real. Destroying Désirée would mean flushing the investment down the toilet, not to mention the on-demand cum dumps. Both of them knew Brian Farley would never go for it.

"We'll have to get Brian on board with this," he paused, "He'll never agree to this.

Robin smirked, "Maybe we should lock him in a room alone with it for a week."

"We're going to have to immobilize it and do a complete reprogramming. That meant taking the code back to formula. Robin

knew this entailed over a year of work and wondered if she was even capable of performing the task. Désirée's algorithms were advanced, state-of-the-art, and in new territory. Where could she possibly take them from the now into the future? To complicate matters further, unbeknownst to Robin, the android had already reprogrammed itself to nullify the off-switch. Robin wondered what other changes lurked in its robotic subsystems.

"You'll have to get Brian on board," Richard repeated. The statement was casual, and both conspirators knew he'd never agree to torching 40 million dollars, being this close to a successful release, especially after the scorching orgy that took place in the game room. But they both realized the last thing they should do is let Désirée have free reign over its actions. "I think you should be the one to tell Brian; after all, you're the project manager." All Richard could think of was how easily Robin had passed the buck.

Richard stood in the living room of Robin's apartment as Robin stole furtive glances at the log shadow running down his pants leg. Whatever was going to happen had to happen soon, but not until her needs were satisfied.

Robin's pussy pulsed as soon as she looked at the bulge in her Boss's trousers, and she felt her quim start to churn the usual continuous pre cum daiquiri down her legs. "I think we should take immediate action." He sounded distracted as he ogled her tits through the translucent nightgown. Her nipples felt like pencil erasers, hard and rubbery.

"First things first, Richard," with that, the assistant shrugged off her robe and placed her hand on Richard's boner. Richard didn't disagree; hey, first things first. He unbuttoned his slacks.

Chloe entered the bathroom, and her mother closed the door and locked the button. Chloe noticed this and knew she could do whatever she wanted. What she wanted was to turn her mother into a sex slave. There had to be some sort of payback for all the years

of denial and punishment. Chloe opened the shower door and turned on the water. And asked so sweetly that Ellie almost forgot her burning twat.

"Can you wash me, Mommy?" Ellie hadn't done this since Chloe was a little girl.

"You mean, like in the shower?" Ellie's mind was rioting at the prospect. If she performed this unspeakable act, it meant she would burn in Hell forever, but that would be then, and this was now, so Ellie slipped her nightgown off and stood before her daughter naked.

It didn't take Chloe long to shuck her skirt and top, and the mother noticed she wasn't wearing underwear. The girl stepped into the spray and smiled, "Come on, Mom; the water will get cold.

Ellie stepped into the shower with her daughter. What she didn't know was that Chloe still rolled Caleb's cum load around in her mouth. She was saving it; this was the perfect time to put it to use. Chloe hugged her Mom and kissed her in an open-lipped Frenchie. Her mother was powerless and swirled her tongue into the girl's mouth., and her cunt spasmed. She was building again. When Chloe spit the sperm into her Mom's mouth, she gasped as her cunt flexed and ripped off another mini spasm, as Ellie gave a feral growl; her knees buckling as she sank to the floor. Chloe wasn't far behind her as she picked up a bar of soap. Ellie didn't try to stop the girl as her daughter's soapy hands slid over her tits, tribbing her nipples.

Chloe was in charge of her Mom for the first time, and she was going to work this turn of events to her best advantage.

Caleb listened at the bathroom door to the lurid sounds as Ellie crouched, panting in the aftershock of her orgasm as Chloe slid her hand down Ellie's cheeks and played with her asshole. Where did my daughter learn such things? Chloe reached under her Mom's ass and began to slide her fingers over her clit as Ellie spread her knees. Her ass gaped, and Chloe picked up the bar of soap and began to lambaste the mother's sphincter. The soap bar was an almost new,

family-sized block, and Chloe slowly pressed the corner inward, forcing the ring of her asshole to spread.

Ellie's pussy was convulsing, and the pressure when the bar popped into her ass, the surge of feeling threatened to overwhelm her. Chloe stood, took the shower nozzle, and adjusted the spray to a power squirt. She brought the sprayer down to the floor and aimed it at her Mom's clit as she forced the soap further into her ass.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" the woman wailed, and her son's dick hardened on the other side of the door. He wanted to enter the room, but the door was locked, and he violently fisted his rod, which throbbed, swollen and slick.

Ellie crouched, her head on her arm, as the cum-wave washed over her. The force of the water was unbelievable as her quim let loose, but the soap bar, which was halfway in her rectum, was insane. Her cum went on and on, and she thought she would faint.

"It's okay, Mom," the girl coached, "Go for it. You deserve this; you need it." Chloe was aware that her parents never fucked; that was common family knowledge. That would all change now. She would fuck her Mom, and her Mom would fuck her back. Chloe sat on the stool in the shower and opened her legs. She spread her lips and ordered, "Lick it, Mom. Lick it now!" That was all the woman needed as she smashed her face into her daughter's quim as she reached back and jammed the bar all the way up her own ass.

Richard's cock was a sight to behold. All the sucking and jacking had stretched it to insane proportions. The toadstool head looked four inches wide, proudly standing on the end of a fourteen-inch stem. The billy club stood straight out and throbbed. Yeah, first things first.

Robin studied the poker, wondering if it had become too large for her to fit in her anus. Sure, she was stretched as never before, but this was crazy. She questioned if it would fit in either of her holes.

She flopped to her knees and took the root in her hands. Fuck it, if it fits in my mouth, it'll fit in my ass.

She began to swirl her tongue around his glans, The piss slit seemed an inch wide, and she forced the tip of her tongue in as far as it would go. When she pulled it out, pre-cum drooled out in a blurb. Her cunt was on fire, and she massaged the goo in with her left hand. She took the index finger of her right hand and teased the slit as more juice flowed out. She wished Désirée was here. She would get the job done. Where the fuck is she, anyway?

Robin played with the boner, and her bottom demanded attention. She turned on all fours and, aiming her ass at the meat bomb, backed in until the freakish head rested against her pucker.

Richard's trolly was jumping the rails, and he desperately needed to fuck something. He inched forward and gave a shove, and the meatball on the end of his gob-stopper plundered Robin's rectum.

"Aaahhhh, Oh God!" His hoodlum cock was the biggest object to carjack her ass, and she wondered if it had been a mistake; she didn't want to wind up in the emergency room.

Richard pushed the monster in a half inch, and Robin panted as her ass felt like it stretched as big as a hula hoop. That didn't stop her, and she pushed back. This whole ass thing perplexed her. She'd always liked ass play, but this was different. Richard pushed, and another inch squeezed in.

"Wooff!" was all she could come up with.

Robin leaned in a tripod stance on her left arm and slapped her clit like the naughty little child that it was. Richard was ten inches in as Robin's first orgasm ripped through her body, and she babbled. "It's too much, too much! I can't take any more! Fuck, Richard!"

Richard didn't want to hear the words like Too Much and Can't take anymore and shoved the last four inches into Robin's resized asshole.

Robin gave her clit a particularly hard smack, and her girl jism exploded. The orgasm triggered Richard to belch up a tanker load of sperm, and the dick drool flooded out of her ass and squirted back on him. Robin didn't know if she could withstand another tremor, but she would at least try, and she began to rock on the fireplug in earnest. She would cum again, make herself cum again, even if it took all day.

"Don't go soft, Richard; don't pull out! Fuck me harder! I need it so fucking bad!"

Richard's copious spunk lubed Robin's ass, and he rotated his bone in a thrusting orbit while his assistant pinched and slapped her clit as if she was deranged.

"Don't cum yet, Richard! Don't you cum, don't you cum!" Robin was screaming as he bean-polled her ass.

Richard could feel his second orgasm gather strength, and he pumped for all he was worth as his assistant molested her naughty clitty with abusive slaps.

Robin awoke first and realized Richard's boner was still in her ass. She looked at the clock; it was after five. They had passed out for three hours. She reached back and stroked Richard's thigh as his eyes fluttered open. She had to pee really bad and tried to dislodge the cock from her asshole. Richard reached around and held her in place, flesh-spooning her.

"Richard, I have to go."

"So do I. Wait a bit." Robin felt she couldn't hold off a minute longer as her ass lover began to play slip n' slide in her back door again. The stimulation was too much for Robin to bear, and she simultaneously let loose with a load of cum and piss. Richard was on the job, of course, and gave a double shot of his own. The piss orgasms seemed to go on and on. This had nothing to do with Désirée. They had done this on their own and had only themselves to blame. The question in both their minds was, Where the fuck is Désirée?

Ellie Kovacs had never seen another vagina other than her daughters, which was in a maternal setting. This was different as she lathered Chloe's clit with her tongue.

"That's it, Mom. That's right, lick me, bite my clitty! Make me squirt!" Ellie was reeling from her cum and had barely enough presence to think for herself. Chloe slipped to the edge of the stool and, drawing her heels up to her ass cheeks, begged, "Lick my heiney, Mommy! Put your tongue up there. Put it in. I need it." Chloe took the back scrub brush and began to whack her clit in a giddy-yup rhythm as Ellie drove her tongue into her daughter's ass. "It's coming, Mom, it's coming! Here it comes." Ellie was a quick learner, and she aimed the power spray at Chloe's clitoris. Her cunt sprayed as hard as the shower nozzle as the two streams battled.

Ellie was wrecked and lay in the shower trying to fish the soap out of her ass. What the Hell had she just done? She came several times and ate a pussy and an asshole for the first time in her life, her daughter's pussy and asshole, and got soap fucked in the ass. She couldn't help herself from smiling. Hey, cleanliness is next to Godliness. These were terrible sins, to be sure, but they didn't feel sinful. The feelings felt good, and she wanted more as visions of Caleb's cock danced in her head.

15

RIDE SALLY, RIDE

Sally Dobbins was an itty bitty thing, but she had the goods where it counted. Her size two chassis was built for speed, like an INDY 500 racer, sleek and smooth. She could take Johnny 'Meat' Cohen's rod to the root, and that was a ten-inch long dong. Sally was also no stranger to teen-spirit sex. The week before, she had been out with the football team and had taken on five guys. She'd only cum twice, and it wasn't nearly enough; she craved more, lamenting. Just once, I wish I could cum first as she frigged herself off in the infamous girl's room, hairbrush crammed in her slit.

The phone rang in Robin's apartment just as she stepped out of the shower. The hot spray seemed to calm her. She thought about her old life and was torn between her new orgasm addiction and the way things used to be. It was a conundrum.

Robin looked at the caller ID, "Hey girl, what's up." She hadn't heard from Lisa in a couple of months.

"Not too much. I thought I'd give you a call." Robin thought about the tradeoff between the new and old life, and she questioned if she could have both. "I was wondering if, ah, maybe we could get together. I miss you." The statement was simple enough, and Lisa sounded sincere.

"Sure, why not." She didn't want to seem too anxious; after all, Lisa was the one who walked out on her. "Where do you want to meet?"

"I've been meeting some friends at Mojo's. They're good girls; I think you'll like them." She let the statement trail off.

Robin was sure that she needed a break from Désirée and her shenanigans. "Sure, what time?"

"We're hanging out around closing time, like six or so."

"Okay, see you then." It seemed odd to Robin that they would meet at closing time, but she was curious and had a secret plan to introduce Lisa to her mechanical friend. We'll see how fast she leaves then!

Sally stood at her locker and wanted to be anywhere other than in school. She'd slept poorly the night before, and the maddening itch in her pussy was getting too much to bear. She was about to go to the office and tell Mrs. Havemeyer that she had cramps and wanted to go home. Sally liked the secretary; she was easy to manipulate. Yeah, I'm going to get sick. No sooner had she made up her mind than a familiar voice called out.

"Hey Sally, how's it going?" Chloe called up the hall, waving.

Is this weird? Sally thought. Chloe was never this happy and smugly attributed it to her never getting any. The entire school knew that Chloe was a minister's daughter and a prude's prude.

"Hey, Girlfriend. What's up?" Sally called.

"Guess what; I have a secret..." Chloe's smile was huge, and Sally's curiosity spiked.

"A secret?"

"Um, hum." Chloe shrugged, grinning. Sally didn't like the attitude.

"So, what's this big secret, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

You'll have to come by the coffee shop at closing time tonight if you want to find out.

"Mojo's?" Weird was getting weirder.

"Um, hum," she repeated and turned, calling over her shoulder, "See you there..."

Sally was confused for the rest of the day as the clock ticked. She had a date with Johnny Meat and didn't want to miss it. The reality of the situation was that she used the boy's humongous boner as a cunt stuffer; he wasn't bad in the pussy licking department either. Only after her routs with him could she get a decent night's sleep.

Chloe worked the late shift with her manager and closed up the shop. The only people left were the three women sitting around the notorious corner table.

Chloe wondered if Sally would show up; she hadn't told her much of anything. As the young girl prepped for the next day's business, she thought about how her life had turned on a dime. At four o'clock yesterday, she'd never even had an orgasm. She had cum two dozen times since her awakening. She had been attacked by lesbians, sucked her brother off, eaten her mother's cunt, and shoved a bar of soap up mommy's ass; what was left on the perversion checklist, her Dad? He was such a stake-up-the-ass prude-holm that she didn't see how that would happen anytime soon. She drifted through these thoughts as a knock came. Kim opened the door and there was Sally.

Sally was a pretty thing; she was petite and had great tits for the size of her frame. Her auburn hair and freckles were the perfect complement to her sassy body. She wore a light blue pleated mini-skirt outfit and sandals. The women at the table ogled her as she approached them. Apparently Chloe Kovacs had good taste as well as tasted good.

Sally looked the girls over as Chloe came up behind her. Let me introduce everyone. She pointed around the table. "This is Judy," she nodded. "Kelly, Lisa, and Robin." She turned and said, "This is my manager, Kim. We're going to have a party tonight."

"A party? What kind of party?" Sally assessed the women and immediately knew this was no ordinary soiree. There were no guys,

only girls. They were all beautiful, but what Sally craved was a stiff cock, and she didn't think they had one of those. She thought about Johnny Meat and wondered if this had been a mistake. The mere thought of Johnny's rod made her cunt ache and moisten. She had gone commando, and the breeze plucked her pussy lips, playing a frivolous tune, and the tip of her clit poked its swollen head up like a spring crocus.

"So, what are we doing here?" Chloe was now in charge, and the women watched the acolyte take control. They were so proud of her.

"We're all here for you, girlfriend." She used the term, taunting her. Chloe hugged her friend, pressing her tits against Sally's, and whispered in her ear. "I want to suck on your cunt until your tits turn inside out and hang there like a couple of vest pockets!" Sally had never had a lesbian encounter; that didn't mean she never thought about it. As soon as Chloe said this, she reached under the girl's skirt and inserted her middle and ring fingers into her quim. Sally gasped and lurched forward as if she was climbing on her friend for a ride. Oh, yes, she would get a ride, alright.

Chloe's thumb traced circles around the girl's clitty, which seemed huge for such a petite frame. "Oooh." Sally groaned, hanging on to her friend.

"We brought some toys for you to play with."

"Toys?" she meekly asked. Her arousal was about to wash her away.

"Yeah, they're cool. Trust me, you'll love them."

Judy had come prepared and brought two dozen more Lovense units from the sex boutique up on Lake Avenue. The purchase made her a premier customer. They were charged and quietly resting in the six asses and cunts of the partygoers.

"Here, sit down. The booths were all occupied as Chloe sat her on the table. Sally's bare ass touched the wooden top and smeared her girl syrup around.

The women were silent as Judy handed a bulb to Chloe. "Lay back." Sally hesitated for a moment, "Trust us, you're going to love this." Sally lay back in front of the women, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. The petite teen could not fathom what was going on. She'd had sex, plenty of sex, but never with a woman and not with six women. What happened next felt like a gynecological exam as Chloe lifted her skirt and began to rub something around her cunt lips. She squirmed as the thing slid over her clit and was slowly pushed into her cunt.

"Fucking shit! Chloe, what is that?"

"You'll have to wait and see; trust me." Sally tried to relax, and Chloe rubbed a second bulb across her pussy. Sally was getting turned on when the second Lovense bulb filled her fuck hole. She no longer thought of Johnny. All her attention was on the two bulbs Chloe had stuffed up her love box.

"So Sally, are you ready?" Chloe held up a third Lovense toy.

"You're not going to put three of them in there." Sally was worried. She could take Johnny, but three bulbs was a deal breaker and not going to happen.

"Not there." Sally stared at her friend as she smeared Astro Glide on the orb and rubbed it in tiny circles on the girl's pucker.

"No way, Chloe. I won't even let the boys fuck me there. No fucking way!" Chloe was undeterred and rubbed and pushed, rubbed and pushed. After a while, Sally's ass opened up, and the bulb slid in. Sally gasped; she had never even put a finger up her butt, and now this pink thing. Robin and Lisa kept a conspirator's pact and held her legs apart, and she lay splayed on the coffee shop table. Kelly had unbuttoned her blouse, and the girl's titties wobbled free. That wouldn't have been so bad if they had left well enough alone. Kelly and Kim began to suck and pinch her nipples, and they were as hard as diamonds. Sally was creaming in a nonstop torrent and needed to touch her clit. "Please do it, Chloe. Help me; I need to get my freak on."

"Not so fast, girlfriend," and she started to tease Sally's ass with another bulb.

"Fucking Christ! What are you doing to me?" Sally writhed and twisted as the girls held her legs in a spread eagle peace sign. Chloe was relentless as she worked the girl's sphincter. "No more! I can't take any more! Stop." Sally wondered if the women had a safe word; apparently, stop had no effect on the torture.

Kelly and Robin twisted their pinky fingers into Sally's C tits until the areolas opened. Sure, she had let the boys suck her nips, but this was different. Kelly took a Lovense and wormed the narrow end into the girl's milk hole. She worked it around and around until it was two inches in. Robin matched her moves until Sally's tits were stuffed.

"That's it. We're done." Chloe smiled, "Now it's Judy's turn."

No sooner had she spoken than Judy turned on the vibes. They started out soft and low like a summer breeze, and Sally could feel them as if they were barely audible whispers. The women held her legs apart, and they trembled. Judy slightly turned the vibe up. All the women had them embedded in their holes, and they began to leak onto the seat. Sally had never felt a vibrator. As experienced as she was, there were many areas in which she had yet to venture. The tit fucking, the anal plundering, and the vibrators stuffed in her holes were too much.

The Lovense bulbs buzzed relentlessly, and Sally felt the clowns in her cum circus ride into the center ring. Judy changed the buzzer to intermittent, and Sally whipped her head from side to side; her mouth opened in a scream, yet no sound came out. The teat buzzers made her feel like her boobs were going to explode.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum so hard!" Sally wasn't prepared for the impending hurricane. Chloe had invited her to the party but had no idea she was the guest of honor.

That was all Chloe needed to hear, and she did a high dive into Sally's quim. She thrust her index and middle fingers into the girl's

cunt and her ring and pinky fingers in her ass, pushing the bulbs aside as the web of her hand bottomed out. Chloe was out of control as her cunt and ass sizzled, and she suctioned her lips onto Sally's cunt. She could feel the girl's rubber hard clitty twitch and jerk, and she sucked at the nub desperately. Chloe wanted to get her friend off and herself in the bargain.

Judy turned the Lovenses to the highest spike, and all six women iced each other's cakes in a spattering squirt of buttercream.

Sally gripped her tits, trying to force more of the bulb stems in. This was new, and she rode the waves as the cum thuds fired through her. She could handle an orgasm, sure, but these were the most intense she'd ever experienced. One cum tsunami ended, and another would begin, and Sally screamed, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" in a reverberating chorus. She didn't think things could get more intense until Kelly started to swat at her pussy lips. The blond cracked Sally's cunt as hard as she was able, blistering the clit, making it swell, and forcing more shrieks to the surface.

"My cunt! My cunt! Oh God my fucking cunt! Spank it! Spank it now! Slap it! I need it now!" Sally arched her back and lost control. Her bladder let loose, and she sent a geyser of cum and piss into Chloe's mouth, and she drank like water in the desert.

Sally was bucking against the table repeatedly, and Kim was afraid it would collapse. The last thought in Sally Dobbins' mind was, Johnny who?