Birthday Pool Party Ch. 58

Hey guys, here's Chapter 58! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

I hope this chapter is a fun one. Sorry it took so long! I plan to start Chapter 59 right away rather than switch back to Love in the Balance. As much as I love this story, I'm excited that the epilogue is fast approaching. Thank you again to everyone who has stuck with the story this far!

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Ian~

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" the judge asks after reading a form filled out by the Foreman.

"We have, Your Honor," the Foreman replies. "We find the defendant, Keith Strulk, not guilty."

Stephanie tenses beside me, her hand squeezing mine as Kelsey screams and passes out. Steven has an arm around Kayla and Lexi, who are both sobbing into his shoulders. Both of Lexi's siblings looked stunned, and Marcia has her hands over her mouth as her eyes widen in shock. Ashley looks like she's ready to kill and is completely ignoring Josh's attempts to console her.

Keith slowly turns his head, a haughty smirk adorning his features. The sight of Lexi and Kayla crying seems to bring him great amusement. Then his gaze lands on Stephanie. She lets out a breath, pressing herself against me. I wrap an arm around her shoulders protectively, wishing for the ability to do more.

My head jerks up as I hear a groan and a scream. Or maybe a scream and a groan. The police are dragging Lexi away, covered in blood. Is she hurt? She's screaming. Most of the blood is running down her chin, her eyes are wild as she struggles against the two officers.

"Rot in Hell, you fucking bastard!" Lexi's spewing spittle at the crumpled, bloody form of Keith on the ground.

The scene changes and I'm laying in bed holding Stephanie as she cries and shakes. Her parents are constantly fighting, local gang activity is surging, and the news of Kelsey's death is pushing my girlfriend over the edge. I'm trying to be supportive, but everything just keeps getting worse and worse.

Now we're in my room while Stephanie screams into the phone. Lexi has been committed, unfit to stand trial. Nicole spends all her time at the ward, trying to coax Lexi out of the fugue she's in. Lexi only responds when Steven visits, but even then only to cry that he can't see her this way. Eventually, he stops coming as it only drives her to harm herself. Kayla is spiraling, despite the efforts of Hazel, Marcia, and Ashley. Our ex-girlfriend is disappearing for days at a time, returning in torn clothes with the smell of alcohol on her breath.

Stephanie and I are at MIT, standing outside in a quiet corner as we argue in hushed voices. She wants to go home. Kayla's getting worse. At first she was just going to parties and spreading her legs for every guy in the place. Now she's on suspension for getting caught having sex with a professor in his office.

It's over. I'm single. Convincing Stephanie not to return to Ashwood was a huge mistake. Kayla's been going to raves, parties heavy with gang activity and drug use. There are videos of Kayla having sex all over the internet. Lexi is still undergoing therapy, but what I hear is that she just rocks back-and-forth and cries.

I wake up with a gasp, my eyes opening to look up at the unfamiliar ceiling. It takes a few moments for my sleep-addled brain to separate my nightmare from reality. Just a dream. Just a dream. It's Saturday, the day after graduation. Kayla is still at her graduation party and Keith is in jail. The trial hasn't even happened yet. Stephanie is safe, too. I'm with her right now, at her mom's apartment.

I can feel Stephanie's body against mine. Her head is resting on my chest and her arm is around my waist. She's safe. Her body is warm against me, her breathing soft and steady. One of Stephanie's long legs is draped over mine and she seems completely relaxed.

Amazing memories from last night play in my mind as I realize Stephanie is naked. We're at her mother's house because her father is absolutely against me spending the night. Her mom isn't too enthused with the idea, but she's allowing it because of everything Stephanie's been through. The awkward tension in the air is tough for me, but it's so worth it.

I've woken from a nightmare and feel like I'm now in a wonderful dream. I'm actually laying in bed with a naked woman draped over me. It's hard to believe I was a virgin just a few months ago, expecting to retain that status for a very long time. Finding the courage to ask Kayla out has really changed the trajectory of my life.

"You okay?" Stephanie mumbles, jerking me out of my ruminations.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," I say slowly. "Just a bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she offers, sitting up and brushing her raven hair out of her face.

I don't respond right away. The blanket is now around Stephanie's waist, exposing her large, beautiful breasts. There was a time where I wondered if seeing boobs would eventually get old. Now I have my answer; nope, they'll be mesmerizing for the rest of my life. I know there are some who think a woman's breasts are just for feeding babies, but the science disagrees. Humans are the only primates with engorged breasts all the time, not just while breastfeeding. So, yes, they are for nursing, but they are also for attracting a mate. And I am very, very attracted.

"Hey!" Stephanie exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Eyes up here."

"Sorry," I blush slightly as I look up into her sparkling brown eyes.

"I guess the dream couldn't have been that bad," she comments, making no effort to cover herself.

"It was, but your boobs are magic," I reply with a smirk.

"Mm, they really are," Stephanie purrs, running her fingertips along her chest, just above her breasts. "How about you tell me about your nightmare, then maybe I can come up with a way to make you feel better?"

"Keith was found not guilty," I state plainly.

"Oh," she winces, biting her lower lip as the mood changes.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," I let out a breath.

"No, it's okay," Stephanie replies, shaking her head. "He raped me. There's going to be a trial, and it's going to be a big deal. What else happened?"

"Things just got worse and worse," I explain. "For Kelsey, for Lexi. For Kayla. It got really bad, let's just leave it at that. And I felt helpless, not able to do anything for either of you."

"You're here for me, and your support will help me get through this," she insists, leaning forward to kiss me. "Are you feeling guilty about Kayla?"

"Yes," I confirm, nodding. "I know we both have to come back here for the trial, but I still feel like we're abandoning her."

"Kayla has a lot of people in her life to support her," Stephanie shrugs. "I miss her, but I really think the breakup is for the best. Let's face it, Kayla would choose her father and friends over us without a second thought."

"It's not a competition," I reason.

"I love Kayla, but her relationship with her father isn't healthy," she continues. "I was mostly okay with it, but I think it's not just sex; Kayla is never going to leave him. Never going to leave that house. I'm still her friend, and I want to help her through the trial, but it's a good thing you and I are getting away from all this. We'll have a fresh start in Massachusetts."

"You're right," I nod slowly. "The break will be good for us, and maybe we can find each other in the future. Either way, that asshole Keith is NOT going to get away with what he did."

"Damn straight," Stephanie smiles. "And remember, he doesn't even have a cock anymore."

"That's true," I smirk.

"Fortunately, my very sexy boyfriend doesn't have that issue," she giggles, her hand sliding beneath the covers until her fingers wrap around my thickness. "Oh! I think someone is happy to see me."

"I'm always happy to see you," I tell her sincerely.

"Thanks, but I was talking about Ian Junior this time," Stephanie winks as she starts stroking me under the blanket.

"I-I'm Ian Junior," I stammer as her fingers massage my balls before she resumes giving me a handjob. "Since my dad is also named Ian."

"Ian?" she looks at me seriously as her thumb brushes my tip.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Shut up and enjoy," Stephanie advises.

"Yeah, that sounds smart," I agree with a nod.

Still laughing, Stephanie ducks her head beneath the comforter and wastes no time wrapping her lips around me. I gasp softly, still amazed by the feeling. Stephanie starts moving her head up and down while her hand massages my balls. As often as I used to fantasize about blowjobs, I must admit they are better than I ever imagined possible.

After using her mouth on me for a couple minutes, Stephanie throws the blanket back, fully exposing us both. With absolute confidence, Stephanie straddles me and looks down at me with a sultry expression. Reaching between us, she strokes me several times while aiming me at her entrance. Her eyelids flutter as she lowers herself onto me, a small gasp escaping her lips.

I'm having sex. It's still completely unbelievable to me that my penis is currently nestled in the velvet warmth of a tight vagina. I'm nerdy Ian, the lonely loser. Yet, I'm somehow looking up at a gorgeous woman as she claws at my chest while her hips undulate in my lap. I grip her hips tightly, watching her beautiful body. The most amazing expressions cross her face, and I'm enthralled by the sight of her large, wobbling breasts.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Stephanie pants, her hands at the back of her head, running through her raven locks.

Stephanie starts bouncing in my lap as my hands slide up her body until I'm holding her boobs. They look so firm, but are still squishy in my hands. She moans when I squeeze her breasts, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. Stephanie whispers my name as she slides a hand between her legs to rub herself.

I can feel her tight tunnel gripping me, spasms in her vaginal walls indicating an impending climax. Her moaning grows more intense as she rubs her clitoris. Stephanie soon takes me all the way inside her, her face tensing as she makes the most adorable groans and moans.

When her orgasm subsides, Stephanie leans over me, putting her dangling boobs in my face. I cup her breasts in my hands so I can kiss and lick all over her cleavage. She feels so good, her body is amazing. I slide my hands down so I can squeeze her butt. It takes a couple of tries, but I eventually get my mouth on a swinging boob so I can suck on her nipple.

"Stephanie!" I gasp against her breast as my release approaches.

"Cum for me, baby," Stephanie begs as she undulates on top of me. "Fill my pussy. Give me all that hot cum."

I explode. Even my toes are tingling as my testicles eject their entire contents into Stephanie's body. She moans and shudders, her vaginal muscles squeezing me, milking me. It's indescribable. It's heavenly. And I truly can't believe it's happening to me.

We lay in bed cuddling, both of us glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Guilt over Kayla fills me, but I push it away as I run my fingers through Stephanie's hair. It's only five in the morning, so we decide to get another hour of rest before having breakfast. I do miss Kayla, but I love that I don't have to share Stephanie with anyone. Stephanie loves her parents, but it's not the same as what's between Kayla and Steven.

~Steven~

"Should we really be getting a new bed first?" I ask my wife as we walk through the furniture store. "The house is basically empty and we already have a bed."

"Mansion. It's not a house, it's a mansion," Aria laughs, looking so beautiful in tight jeans and a t-shirt. Her raven hair is in an elegant braid down her back. "I still can't believe we live in a mansion. I never imagined we'd end up being so wealthy."

"Neither did I, but you didn't answer the question," I laugh.

We finally have our forever home. I'm still reeling from the cost, which is one of the reasons a lot of the rooms are currently empty. Kayla loves playing in them with her friends, so we're not in a rush to get a ton of furniture. Although, we do hope to start looking into adoption soon. Ideally, a child a couple years younger than Kayla, and a baby. It's time to complete our family.

Kayla is currently at Ashley's house, along with Marcia and Hazel. The four girls are probably running around the place, trailed by Ashley's baby sister. I sympathize, but the crazy group is usually with us, so Ashley's parents can survive for a little while. At least the girls don't have water balloons this time.

"That mattress is older than Kayla, we need a new bed," Aria insists. "We can afford a mansion, I'm not sleeping on a mattress with springs poking out of it!"

"It's only been like that for a couple of days. Because of you, I might add," I playfully retort. "I seem to remember an incredibly sexy woman begging to be fucked harder, even after we heard the first couple of springs snap."

"She sounds fun," Aria blushes and presses herself against me as an older couple walking by turn their heads to look at us after hearing me.

"She is," I agree with a nod, wrapping an arm around her waist as I kiss her temple. "She's fun and smart and beautiful. She's the mother of my daughter and my soul mate."

"Mm, I love you," Aria sighs happily, her hand on my stomach. "But, seriously baby, we need a new bed."

"We could just get a new mattress," I suggest.

"A full-size bed looks ridiculous in that giant bedroom," she rolls her eyes. "We should get a really nice bed we can have the rest of our lives. A bed we can have gross, ninety-year-old sex in."

"I'm sold," I chuckle.

The store ends up having a very large selection of beds and mattresses. Everyone loves a good night sleep, so we're able to agree on a very nice mattress fairly quickly. We just need to pick the bed it's going on so we can get a size. Aria immediately discards queen, since it's barely bigger than full. I like the king size mattress, but apparently even that's not big enough. I don't know why, it's not like there will ever be more than two people in the bed, right?

"Oh, I love this one!" Aria gushes when we approach a massive bed.

"A four-poster bed?" I frown, holding her hand tightly. "Do we really need one this big?"

"Yes!" she grins enthusiastically. "Just think of the amazing memories we can make in this huge bed."

"That does sound nice," I admit. "Still, I don't know."

"Just imagine me naked on it," Aria suggests. "Here, I'll help."

Aria confidently walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge. Giving me a sexy wink, she scoots back so she can get up on her knees. My eyes drift down to the small amount of cleavage revealed by her v-neck t-shirt. Raising one hand, she seductively crooks her finger, indicating for me to join her.

"It is a nice bed," I admit, sitting beside her.

"We can get it delivered today," Aria whispers in my ear. "If we do, I'll wear something extra sexy tonight."

"What did you have in mind?" I ask.

"Hm, I'm not sure," she taps her chin thoughtfully. "I wanna look extra slutty for you. My nurse outfit? Schoolgirl? Pirate? Librarian? I love wearing those glasses. Maid? Cheerleader? Cheerleader's a fun one, I can do a cheer for your big cock."

"They all sound nice," I grin.

"You like the little tie around my neck when I wear my sailor costume," Aria reminds me. "The cowgirl and cop costumes are fun, too. Oh, how about the flight attendant? I haven't worn that one in awhile."

"Yes, please," I mumble weakly.

"Great, thanks!" she declares, hopping off the bed and walking to the salesman. "We'd like this one, please."

"Wait, I didn't agree to this one!" I snap out of my lust-filled daze. "Shit, how did you do that?"

We pay for the bed before leaving to pick up Kayla. The three of us return home and eat dinner while the massive bed is being set up. It's almost Kayla's bedtime when they're finished, but we still take our daughter into the master bedroom to show her the big bed. Kayla happily helps us put the sheets and pillows on our new bed.

"What do you think, Kay-Kay?" Aria asks.

"I like it, it's big!" Kayla giggles, bouncing slightly on the bed.

"It is really nice," I admit while resting my hand on one of the bedposts. "Although, I still don't understand why the covers need a cover."

"It's a duvet," Aria crosses her arms over her chest. "It's there to look nice."

"Just like the decorative pillows?" I snort.

"How many times are we going to have this conversation?" Aria asks.

"How are they even pillow if you aren't supposed to put your head on them?" I argue. "That's the point of pillows!"

"They make the bed look nice!" Kayla chimes in.

"Girls stick together," Aria nods approvingly, offering Kayla a high-five.

"Yeah!" Kayla giggles, giving her mother a high-five. "Girls rule!"

"And boys drool," Aria adds.

Our nighttime routine is fairly standard, and we're soon laying in bed with our daughter. Kayla is nestled between us as Aria and I each hold one side of a book so we can read. It doesn't take long for Kayla to drift off to sleep. We kiss our daughter and make sure she's tucked in before returning to the master bedroom.

Aria is in a mood as she pulls me into a kiss as soon as I lock the bedroom door. We kiss for several minutes while I grope her boobs and butt. Then she tells me to put on some music while she gets changed in the bathroom. I put on some soft music before pulling off the cover-duvet thing and the decorative pillows. Laying in bed in just my boxer briefs, I look eagerly toward the master bathroom.

The door opens and the sexiest woman in the world struts out. Aria's flight attendant costume consists of a pencil dress with gold trim and gold buttons. The dress has a plunging collar to show off her cleavage, and there's an image of flight wings at the bottom of the dress. She's wearing a gold belt and a black-and-gold bow tie. The hat is black with a copy of the flight wings image on it. Black heels complete the look.

"Good evening, sir," Aria purrs, standing in the middle of the room while I sit up to admire her. "My name is Aria, and I'll be your flight attendant for this trip. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make this an enjoyable flight."

"Well," I begin carefully as I sit on the edge of the bed and rest my feet on the floor, "I'm kind of nervous being on a plane. Do you know of any way to help me relax?"

"I certainly don't want you to be stressed during your flight, hm," she taps her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know if it will help, but I've heard getting a blowjob can be very relaxing for guys."

"Do you think you could help me out?" I ask, getting to my feet.

"I'd love to give you a blowjob, sir," Aria grins, walking up to me and placing her hands on my chest. "Nothing makes me happier than to please my passengers. Well, almost nothing."

"What makes you even happier?" I smirk, knowing where this is going.

"Having a throbbing dick rammed down my throat," she states, dropping to her knees.

With a yank, Aria pulls my underwear down to my feet. I step out of it as she grabs my erection and starts stroking. Aria's body is perfect, but there is something extra sexy about seeing her in one of these outfits. The little hat looks great on her as she leans in and takes me into her mouth.

My beautiful wife makes love to my penis with her mouth, moaning happily as she sucks me on her knees. She takes me from her mouth, lifting my shaft while jerking me off so she can lick and suck my balls. Then she licks up my length until she can get me between her lips again.

"That feels amazing, babe," I moan, reaching down to caress her cheek.

"Mm!" Aria hums, releasing me with a pop. "I want you to fuck my face. Make me suck it."

Grabbing the back of Aria's head, I shove my dick straight down her throat. I hold her head as I start fucking her face hard and fast, using her mouth as if it's a pussy. Her flight attendant hat falls off as my balls slap against her chin. Tears are running down her cheeks as she gags and drools.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I announce a couple minutes later.

Burying my entire length in Aria's throat, I swell as semen bursts from my tip. The first blast goes straight down her throat, my cock so deep I know she can't even taste it. I pull her head back so just the tip is between her lips, draining the rest into her mouth.

"I love cum!" Aria mumbles thickly as she proudly opens her mouth to show me my load. Then she immediately swallows and puts her flight attendant hat back on.

"My turn," I growl before striking.

Aria squeals as I grab her around the middle and toss her onto our bed. I climb up and get between her legs, happy to discover she isn't wearing underwear. This makes it much easier for me to get at her beautiful pussy. Her dress rides up as I start eating her out enthusiastically.

I finger and lick Aria to a couple of orgasms while waiting to recharge. Once I'm ready, I get on top of her and push myself inside her. The flight attendant cap has fallen off again, but she is otherwise still fully clothed. Even her heels are still on as I thrust into her body, enjoying the feel of her tight, wet, pussy.

"Mm, fuck me, yes!" Aria coos, wrapping her arms and legs around me. "Fuck my pussy, baby! It's your pussy, it's your pussy!"

"Fuck, you feel so good," I gasp, my thrusts long and deep.

Lifting my body, I reach into her dress and pull out a boob. My favorite tits in the world. Granted, they're the only ones I've ever gotten my hands on, but I can't imagine a more perfect set of breasts possibly existing. Gripping Aria's legs behind the knees, I spread her open as I continue thrusting, my eyes locked on her bouncing titty.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Aria announces, her body tensing as her back arches. "Steven! Oh God, Steven! I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum for Aria! Fill me, fill me, fill me!"

Despite her words, I don't cum just yet. Instead, I pound Aria through her orgasm before flipping her over and taking her from behind. I slap her ass and pull her hair while she cries my name. Then I lay on my back so she can ride me until she cums again.

I cum in my wife's pussy, filling her with every drop I can squeeze from my balls. She then gets off me and blows me until I'm fully erect once again. Aria lays on her back and pulls out her other boob, ordering me to fuck her tits. I happily oblige, enjoying the hot titty-fuck as Aria talks dirty to me. Her words cause me to explode all over her boobs and face.

We take a quick shower, which leads to me fucking Aria against the glass shower wall. Her big boobs squish against the glass as I once again fill her womb with my seed. Then we tenderly wash each other before drying off and returning to our new bed.

Laying in this amazing new bed with my wife in our new mansion is filling me with joy. Our daughter is across the hall, and soon our family will be growing again. Aria's naked body is pressed against mine, and I know that she and I will be falling asleep in this bed together every night for decades. Everything is as it should be.

I sigh in my sleep, feeling completely content. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but I can still feel Aria's naked body against me. She must be up, because her hand is gripping my morning wood as she slowly strokes me. It feels amazing, and I reach down to cup one of her bare breasts. I frown when I realize this boob isn't the right size.

"Morning, baby!" Lexi chirps, a smile on her face as she looks at me.

"Morning," I reply, as reality returns to me. The events of my dream occurred over a decade ago. "How'd you sleep?"

"Eh," Lexi shrugs, still gazing at me while stroking from beneath the blanket. "More bad dreams about, you know, Keith and the gang, ah, hurting me."

"I'm sorry," I wince, knowing only some of what she's been through. "Is now really the best time to be playing with a penis?"

"Hi, I'm Lexi," she giggles, sarcastically introducing herself. "Sex with the first man to truly care about me is my therapy. I need you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name, then feed me every drop of your hot cum, mm'kay?"

I nod in agreement, which causes a grin to spread across the redhead's lightly-freckled face. She tosses the covers off of us so she can suck me for a minute. Then she crouches in doggystyle and has me get behind her and enter her warmth. She's soaking wet, and I waste no time working up to a strong rhythm.

"I was planning on going back to bed after peeing," Nicole mumbles when she returns from the bathroom. The elder redhead is fully naked, her bright red bush on full display.

"Ah! Ah! I needed, ah, some morning dick, ah!" Lexi pants, her small boobs jiggling on her chest as I drill her from behind.

"We were up late!" Nicole sighs, getting into bed on the other side. "I'm going back to sleep, keep it down, would you?"

"No promises," I laugh, swatting Lexi on the bottom.

"Mm, that's it, spank me, baby! I'm your dirty slut!" Lexi growls, likely being loud just to annoy her sister. "Fuck my pussy! Use my little body!"

Holding Lexi's hips, I fuck her from behind while looking down to watch my cock disappear up her twat. My eyes travel from her butt to her back as I admire the swirling patterns of freckles on her young body. She feels so good and there is more than lust building in me.

Lexi is so young, and in many ways, we have a lot of differences. Yet, we both need each other. We found each other at the right time. I love her. I'll always love Aria, but I know my wife wants me to be happy. I know Aria would accept Lexi, accept my choices. All my choices.

"Pull my hair, pull my hair!" Lexi begs wantonly.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I hold Lexi's head back by the hair, forcing her back to arch as she takes every inch of my cock. Nicole is laying under the covers, pretending to ignore us. I can see some movement under the blanket, and I know Nicole is actually playing with herself.

"Cum for me, Lexi," I growl, tugging on her hair.

"I'm close, I'm close!" Lexi gasps, her mouth hanging open. "Fuck, you're big!"

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I husk back.

Another couple minutes of rough pounding is enough to make Lexi cum hard. I release her hair so I can grip her hips and fuck her hard and fast, triggering a second orgasm. Lexi's arms give out, causing her head and chest to collapse on the bed. I spank her before holding her butt-cheeks and slowly working my dick in and out of her.

"I, ah, I want, ah, your cum!" Lexi moans weakly as she drools on the sheet. "Please, ah, fuck my face! Ah! Cum down my slutty throat! Oh God, you're so deep! Ah, fuck! Oh God, fuck!"

"I'm gonna cum," I groan, pushing on Lexi's butt as I ease my cock out of her. "Get on your knees!"

Lexi surprises me by hopping off the bed and kneeling, her mouth open and tongue sticking out. I suppose it makes sense, given my order. Getting off the bed, I stand over Lexi and push my dick in her mouth. She gurgles happily, her hands gripping my thighs.

I hold Lexi's head as I start fucking her face. It isn't long before a strand of drool is dangling from her chin as she looks up at me with those green eyes. My fingers twist in her auburn hair as I groan and start to cum. Her cheeks puff out as some of my load stays in her mouth while more of it travels down her throat and into her stomach.

My emotions are complicated when Lexi gapes her mouth to show me my own semen on her tongue. She's in the exact same spot, beside the exact same bed as Aria during my dream. It was over ten years ago, but now it feels like yesterday. There are similarities, but Lexi and Aria are very different people. And I truly love them both.

"Mm," Lexi moans, wiggling her tongue around in the pool of cum.

"Swallow," I instruct firmly.

Lexi closes her mouth and tilts her head back, giving a deliberate swallow. The nude redhead then gets to her feet and hugs me tightly before announcing she has to pee. I just laugh and shake my head as I watch her pale bottom flex while she rushes to the bathroom.

"About time, I'm fucking tired!" Nicole grumbles.

"Not used to such late nights?" I ask, getting back in bed and spooning Nicole.

"Nope, not anymore," Nicole grunts. "At least not when Lizzie isn't waking me up with some catastrophe."

"Well, it's still early, so let's get some sleep," I suggest.

It is really early, barely 6:30AM. Some people are probably awake, but I know that the pastries will be set out without me having to do anything. If something urgent comes up, everyone knows where to find me. I kiss the back of Nicole's head as Lexi climbs into bed and snuggles up to me as well.

Before I fall asleep, something random occurs to me. My wedding band. Lexi didn't find it while going through my safe. It must be in the back, pushed there by everything in front. The platinum band with Aria's name engraved on the inside.

~Marcia~

"Welcome to Calculus One," the ancient professor says from his spot at the front of the massive lecture hall. "For many of you, this is your first college class. A few of you may have even taken Calculus in college. I am here to tell you that it won't help you one bit in this class. Now, pencils out; you'll each find your first exam under the syllabus. If you can't pass this one, you should drop out straight away."

The professor continues talking, but I can barely hear him over the pounding in my chest. My palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking so badly I can't write legibly. There are hundreds of students in this lecture hall. They all pull out their exams and start working immediately. How is this possible? No one mentioned anything about an exam on day one!

Kayla is sitting beside me, looking completely at ease as she absentmindedly fidgets with her pencil before filling out the next problem. Ashley is on my other side, playing on her phone and not even pretending to pay attention. I realize that she's done already. At first I think Lexi is taking notes, but I soon realize she's drawing a picture of the professor. The image emphasizes his age, turning him into a zombie who eats the brains of students.

Next thing I know, the exams are being handed back. I'm squirming in my seat as I wait for my test. When it finally arrives, I turn it over as quickly as possible. Thirty-eight. I only got a thirty-eight. Kayla gets a perfect score while Ashley and Lexi both score over ninety percent. Lexi's exam even has a note from the professor, complimenting the redhead on her innovative application of trigonometric identities.

Nights of studying and cramming fly by while my Slut-sisters party and enjoy their college life. They're getting A's while I'm failing almost all of my courses. My parents are screaming at me when I get put on academic probation. If I don't turn things around, I'm going to get kicked out of school.

Kayla, Lexi, and Ashley are upperclassmen now. Hazel is taking classes and doing really well, even with a baby to take care of. Switching to part-time at the local community college isn't enough to save me, I flunk out of there, too. My parents are so angry, wasting their lottery winnings on a worthless loser.

The day is finally here; college graduation. Lexi, Kayla, and Ashley are getting their degrees. I'm trying to be happy for them, but I should be up there, too. I'm not. I'm in the audience. Hazel is sitting beside me, her toddler in her lap. Steven proposes to Lexi right after graduation. Of course she says yes.

Now Hazel is getting her degree. Somehow her daughter is walking behind her, and they announce her name as well while the chancellor hands her a degree. Lexi and Kayla are on their way to getting their master's and Ashley's outgoing personality is making her a huge success in the working world. Meanwhile, my job as a cashier at a retail store in the mall is barely paying enough to make rent to my parents.

"Hey baby, you should smile more," a guy in his fifties says as he places his items down for me to ring up. "Show the world how pretty you are."

"Thanks, will that be all?" I ask, fighting back tears.

The guy ends up being a regular, and he is able to get me to talk more over the coming weeks. A few occasional comments end with him knowing about my friends graduating and moving on with their lives, my flunking out of college, and all my money troubles. I regret telling him so much, but he seems nice enough. Although, his leering is a bit unsettling.

I'm horrified the first time he offers to help me out with money, nearly screaming in the store. I manage to keep it together and politely turn him down. He tells me the offer is open if I ever change my mind. The guy continues being nice and complimenting me as my money issues grow.

Lexi and Nicole are both pregnant, while Stacey and April are adopting. I need money for a gift. My friends can't know how poor I am. They can't. I'm enough of an embarrassment. The older guy sees how distraught I am and asks what's wrong. I inquire if his offer is still open. He smiles.

On my break I end up on my knees behind the mall. The guy is holding my head while fucking my face, not caring that I can barely breathe. Why should he? He's paying for this service. He calls me a stupid bitch when he starts cumming in my mouth. I can't argue; he's right. The guy orders me to swallow everything, and I obey, only gagging slightly.

The older guy becomes a regular customer of mine in another way. Soon, I'm going down on him a couple times a week. Not long after, he convinces me to give up my pussy for money. No amount of showering that night is enough to wash away the shame, but he offers me a little something to make my heart hurt less. I can't believe I'm doing this, but I take the pills he gives me.

We get caught. I'm handcuffed and put in the backseat of a police car while a cop tells me I'm going to be charged with prostitution. Detective McLorn manages to convince them to let me go, but somehow my parents still find out. They kick me out of the house.

Kayla's getting married. All my friends are doing so well, while I live at the Noble Star Motel. It's the easiest way to find clients. There are five men in my motel room tonight, leering at me as I remove my clothes. They're paying well for a gangbang. This is all I'm good for. I'm too stupid for college.

I gasp loudly, my eyes flying open as I finally wake up. My body is covered in sweat and my breathing is heavy. I swallow weakly while looking up at the top of the tent, seeing light shining through. There are voices coming from outside, telling me that some people are awake already.

Kwan is fast asleep beside me, and I roll away from him to try and cool down. I'm still wearing the purple satin slip that is his graduation present. It takes me a few minutes to calm down from my nightmare, a few minutes to convince myself that college classes haven't even started yet. We just graduated high school yesterday.

It's not fair. I work so hard to barely do better than the others. There's only one solution; I have to work even harder. When classes start, I'll study nonstop until I ace every test. I'm going to have a bright future. I'm going to make my parents proud. I'm going to make my Slut-sisters proud. Steven will be proud of me, too.

I'm so stressed out. Maybe Lexi is right and a good orgasm can cure any and all concerns. Laying on my back, I slide a hand between my legs until I'm able to feel my moist slit. A soft moan escapes my lips as my fingertips circle my clit.

I jill off quietly for several minutes, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out as I reach orgasm. Okay, Lexi's right, I do feel a little better. Although, some Steven-dick would be much more therapeutic. Instead I close my eyes and try to get a bit more sleep before starting day two of the graduation party.

~Ashley~

This is it. I'm finally out of the house and on my own in the world. Well, mostly. It's a college dorm and I have a roommate, but it still counts! The dorm room is less than impressive, with two twin beds and a couple of desks crammed into the tiny space. We each have our own wardrobe, and we're lucky enough to have an attached bathroom. Sharing a room with another person is a new experience for me as well, I hope the adjustment period isn't too bad.

Fortunately, CSUA will let two people room together at their request. So, my roommate is none other than my slut-sister, Marcia Moore! We actually both needed some convincing to agree, but we're both committed to making this work. No jealousy, no pettiness, minimal fighting. And no putting her hand in water to try and get her to pee herself in the middle of the night. One time. One damn time, and she still won't let it go.

The two of us spend all afternoon unpacking and decorating our shared living space. It's a good thing we brought a small refrigerator. We'll need it. Thankfully, there's plenty of room in the bathroom for essentials. We both have a lot of skincare products, shampoos, and conditioners. Plus, a fun collection of dildos and vibrators.

"It's official, we're college girls," Marcia says, sitting down on her perfectly-made bed.

"Sexy, fuckable coeds," I add, lazily tossing my blanket on the bed. Making it look neat isn't worth the effort right now.

"Fine," Marcia rolls her eyes at me. "We should probably go over our ground rules."

"Ugh, lame," I moan, laying back on my bed and stretching out comfortably. As comfortably as I can on a fucking twin bed. My feet are hanging off the edge.

"No loud music or television after 11:00PM on school nights, 1:00AM on weekends," she continues, ignoring my comment. "Big lights go out then, too. We can use a smaller light if one of us needs to study."

"Yeah, I remember," I sigh, turning onto my side so I can look at the quiet girl.

"And label everything in the fridge," Marcia says. "I read a lot of new roommates fight about eating each other's food."

"I think we'll be fine, I don't want any of your yogurt that helps ladies poop," I snort while sitting up, unable to sit still.

"That yogurt is yummy and good for you," she shakes her head. "That reminds me; clean up after yourself. We shouldn't leave a mess in the bathroom for the other person."

"I pee sitting down, it's fine," I wave her off.

"I was more thinking about the drain clogging after one of us shaves our legs," Marcia explains.

"So, don't let a forest grow on them before shaving?" I shrug before running my fingers through my sunny blonde hair.

"Can you be serious for ten damn minutes?" she asks in exasperation.

"My record's three, but I'll give it a shot," I quickly retort, standing up and raising my arms above my head as I stretch. "Damn, I should have said I'd give it the old college try. Missed opportunity there."

"I put a calendar up on the wall," Marcia says, deciding to ignore my witty comment. "Make sure to write any important dates on it: exams, paper due dates, stuff like that. We'll work together to make sure we both have the quiet we need to work."

"Fine, fine," I agree, taking off my top and tossing it on the bed.

"What are you doing?" she frowns.

"Getting ready to take a shower," I explain as I unhook my bra. "Should I have put it on the calendar?"

"I'm just trying to avoid an argument," Marcia explains before momentarily becoming lost in the sight of my huge boobs. "We, uh, we have a history of fighting over stupid things."

"Yeah, I know," I sigh while pushing my jeans down my legs. "I really will do my best. For now though, let's take a minute and enjoy finally being college girls. Think you can handle that, Miss Responsible?"

"I suppose," she giggles. "We do have one more thing to talk about though. Sex."

"Right now?" I waggle my eyebrows as I drop my panties. "Perfect timing, I'm naked. Lose the clothes and I'll make that pussy purr."

"I was actually talking about hook-ups," Marcia smirks. "If you invite someone over or something."

"I have a boyfriend," I remind her. "But, I assume you're talking about leaving a sock on the door so the other person knows not to come in?"

"Yes," she nods. "I don't want either of us to miss out on study time before a big exam or something."

"Is my favorite wallflower thinking of bringing back a hot frat boy or a jock with a six-pack?" I wink. "I'll find a sock on the door and know you're inside getting your brains fucked out."

"I don't know, maybe," Marcia blushes. "What do we do?"

"Don't worry about it as long as it isn't before an exam or something," I suggest. "I can go home or find someplace else to sleep while you're getting a sperm injection."

"Gross," she laughs.

"Now that everything's settled, how about you and I christen the shower?" I offer. "We'll make passionate love like only Slut-sisters can."

"Sure," Marcia agrees.

I get the quiet girl out of her clothes and into the shower. We spend quite a bit of time fingering and licking, getting each other off several times. Like most people, Marcia enjoys burying her face in my titties. Once we're both satisfied sexually, we sensually wash each other.

Various scenarios play out in quick succession; first classes, first homework assignments, first exams. Marcia goes home to spend the weekend with her parents so I can have Josh in our dorm all weekend. We fuck in every position conceivable and I take dick in every hole. Screaming and cumming while begging Josh to fuck me up the ass is a great way to relax after an exam.

I go to a frat party with my Slut-sisters, all of us dancing and drinking. Kayla is wearing her cheer uniform, which is getting her a lot of attention from guys. Even Marcia is flirting. I dance with a couple of guys, but I make sure to tell them I have a boyfriend so that nothing goes too far.

Marcia and I stagger drunkenly back to our dorm at 2:00AM. Kayla is currently in the bedroom of a football player, likely enjoying a thorough fucking. I miss Josh and hate that he has a stupid exam tomorrow. I end up using a vibrator to get off before falling asleep.

The Friday after midterms is the first time it happens. I return to the dorm and find a sock on the door. Curiosity gets the best of me and I place my ear to the door. I recognize Marcia's soft moans, and can also hear manly grunts mixing with the sound of slapping flesh. I'm exhausted, but I still drive home and spend the night in my old room.

We continue going to parties, with Kayla and Marcia regularly getting picked up by hot guys. Josh says he isn't jealous when guys flirt with me, but it's one thing to sleep with Steven, and another to have a random one night stand. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend I love.

One drunken night, Marcia picks up a guy and drunkenly leads him back to the dorm. All three of us are drunk and Marcia tells me not to bother finding another place to sleep. I end up laying in bed while listening to Marcia get fucked. The guy gets it up three times, giving Marcia one incredible night. I have to admit, I'm jealous. I want to party. But, I have a boyfriend.

I finally can't take it any longer. Josh is sad when I end things, but he agrees that it's probably for the best. We're young and shouldn't be tied down. I'm a party girl at heart, and I need the opportunity to explore that. That's what college is for, after all.

I feel like a goddess the first time some random frat guy gasps at the sight of my naked tits. Pleasure rushes through me as I give him the titty-fuck of his life before letting him hose down my boobs. His eyes are wide when I lift my tits and suck the cum off my nipples.

The second semester is when I really let loose. I dance on the table at a frat party and flash my tits to the entire room. I suck off a guy in the corner of the room, not caring who sees. Waking up half-naked with little idea of where I am is a regular occurrence. Wild with lust, I even take on two guys at once.

Spring break is crazy! I enter a wet t-shirt contest with Kayla, just barely beating her for first place. The quarterback leads me up to his dorm room and quickly gets me out of my clothes. I'm on the bed getting fucked from behind when his roommate comes in. The guy watches my tits swing for a minute before asking if he can join us.

"Yeah, okay," the quarterback says, holding my hips as he continues to pound me. "I'm sure Amy doesn't mind."

"It's, ah, it's Ashley," I pant, throwing my head back so my blonde hair cascades down my back.

"Right, sure," the quarterback replies quickly. "Whatever, babe."

The roommate gets naked and climbs up on the bed so he can feed me his cock. Then the next several hours are a blur as the two men fuck me in every possible configuration. I end up laying in bed covered in sweat, cum coating my body and running out of my holes.

At first, the partying and sex is fucking amazing. I love the attention and the orgasms. Yet, over time I have more and more encounters where the guy doesn't even care what my name is. I'm just a willing set of holes to get his dick wet. A pretty face and a nice pair of tits.

The regret truly hits me one morning when I'm doing the walk of shame. I'm wearing a skirt with no panties; I'm not sure who has my underwear at this point. My top is torn and I'm struggling to make sure a titty doesn't pop right out into the cool air.

I walk into the dorm room and receive the shock of my life. Marcia is in bed with Josh. MY Josh. I pitch a fit, throwing the mother of all temper tantrums. Eventually, they calm me down and I realize they're right; I ended things with Josh, I have no right to be upset. But, I am.

Josh and Marcia start dating while I go to more and more parties. The sex is meaningless, convincing me I've made a horrible mistake. Love is more important. I gave it up for frat guys who just want to use me. Guys who don't care one bit about me. A few don't even let me stay the night, kicking me out once they're balls are empty.

It's too late. Josh proposes to Marcia. She says yes. I'm so alone. I can see time flashing by as the wedding approaches. Marcia looks so beautiful in her white dress. Tears fill my blue eyes when I see Josh in his tux. It should be me marrying him, not Marcia. It should be me.

"Ashley? Ashley!" Josh's voice calls out as he shakes my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? What?" I ask stupidly, sitting up in bed and looking around.

"You were tossing and turning," Josh says, sitting beside me and watching me in concern.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," I let out a breath, realizing it's Saturday morning. "Just had some bad dreams."

"Fuck, me too," Katie Ehrlich grumbles from the other side of the bed. She's laying on her back and rubbing her temples. The covers are far enough down to leave her boobs on full display. "My head is killing me."

I'm laying naked in bed with Josh and Katie. My thoughts are racing as I realize how selfish I am. I want to be with Josh, but I also want to be a wild coed. I can't have both, so I'm fucked. Looking at Josh, I let out a soft sigh while trying to find the right words.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him.

"I have a headache, too," he admits, nodding slowly.

"Poor baby," I pout, trailing my fingers over his chest before leaning in and pecking his lips. "I know a guaranteed headache cure."

Is it healthy to ignore my concerns and drown my feelings in sex? Probably not. But, I'm a Slut-sister! I need some Josh-dick and I'm going to get it. Katie giggles as she watches me kiss down Josh's chest and pull the blankets down so I can suck his cock. He rests a hand on my head as I cup his balls and bob up and down on him, my cheeks caving in from the intensity of my sucking.

I instruct Josh to lay down so I can mount him and start riding. Katie isn't ready to eat pussy, but she is happy to suck on my titty while rubbing my clit. My baby blue eyes stare down at Josh while he looks up at me with affection. I forget all about Katie as I lose myself in Josh's handsome face. We might not be forever, and I may very well fuck things up, but in this moment, we belong together.

"I love you," I whisper, saying it to him for the first time.

"I love you, too," Josh replies, his voice full of wonder.

~Hazel~

"You're so fucking hot," Steven growls, a sheen of sweat covering his sexy body as he looks down at me with lust.

"Hrmph! Mm! Ungh! Argh!" I squeal, my back arching as my jaw clenches and my eyes roll back. "Mm! Ugh! Mm!"

I'm laying fully naked on the massive four-poster bed, my entire being fully exposed to the handsome man. My arms are stretched above my head, my wrists handcuffed to the bed. My long legs are over Steven's shoulders, my feet near his head. The panties in my mouth are only allowing me to communicate through grunts and gurgling noises. I think he's getting the message; don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop.

I love sex. I love it so much. In these wonderful moments, nothing else exists besides my partner and me. Nothing else matters besides our passion, our rush toward the ultimate peak of pleasure. No stress, no fears, no negativity. Just an endless sea of pure bliss.

The world shatters, my heavenly reality subverted by a scene that can only be from the deepest bowels of Hell. I'm standing in the living room of the house I grew up in, my hand resting on my swollen stomach as tears stream down my face. I look at my parents' stern expressions with fear in my eyes.

Mom and Dad give me a long lecture about how much of a disappointment I am and how I've brought shame upon myself and the family. They tell me how lucky I am that they're being compassionate enough to give me this chance to atone for my sins. I can never return to that house of perversion and lust, and I have to marry. My parents say they know someone who is willing to give me a chance. They both make sure to remind me to be a dutiful wife.

I blink once and am once again flat on my back as I look up at Steven's chiseled features. His manly grunts and intense expressions are making my pussy quiver. My eyes dart down to his sweaty chest before sweeping over to his muscular biceps. I strain against the handcuffs, overwhelmed with desire to touch him. The sound of Steven's hips impacting me is mixing with the moans and groans we're both producing.

Each thrust is long and deep, his thick cock stretching my little pussy as the angle allows him to achieve maximum penetration. He's hitting just the right spot, making me quiver as my toes start to curl. I'm so close. Oh God, it feels so fucking good. My nostrils flare as I gasp and grunt into the underwear in my mouth. His big cock is going to make me cum. I'm so close, just a little more. Just a little more.

My orgasm is ruined by another vision of a miserable fate. I'm wearing a white dress and standing on an altar facing an older guy I don't even recognize. My mother is sitting in the front row holding a baby. My baby. The only reason the wedding is after the birth is so that I won't be pregnant in the wedding photos. Can't have photographic evidence of me shaming the family.

He turns out all the lights before we get undressed. I guess even in marriage, sex is something shameful that needs to be hidden away. As I prepare myself for some disappointing sex, I let out a breath and run my fingers through my hair. I freeze when I realize that my hair barely falls to my shoulders. My lower lip quivers as a film of tears covers my eyes. My husband doesn't notice.

"Fuck, Hazel!" Steven grunts, showering my face with warm cum as I return to the world of sexual freedom.

"Yes, cum on my face!" I coo, realizing my panties are no longer in my mouth. "Drown me in hot sperm!"

I may not remember my orgasm, but I am still experiencing the sweet aftershocks pulsing from my clit. I pull against the handcuffs again, wanting to touch the beautiful cock in my face. Eventually, I'm forced to give up and instead open wide so I can stick out my tongue. Steven takes the hint, pushing his dick between my lips so I can lap up the last few drops on his tip.

The sexiest guy in the world is hovering over me, his prick in my mouth while I'm helpless beneath him. Just being in this position is making my pussy dampen and my nipples harden. I squirm slightly as I suck hard, moaning passionately while looking up at him with pleading eyes. I'm determined to do a good job and keep him hard; I need to get fucked again.

The pleasure of having a cock in my mouth is ruined as snippets of a miserable existence flash across my vision. Isolation, loneliness. No friends, just a husband who sees me as an object. Seriously, what guy doesn't like blowjobs? Forget about going down on me, I'll never get my pussy licked again. Just missionary under the covers in the dark. A few pumps and done. No passion, no fire, no joy, no love.

I'm not allowed to use social media since it might tempt me back to my old ways. I hide my phone and internet browsing so I can keep track of my former Slut-sisters. Nicole and Lexi both live with Steven now, Ashley is living life to the fullest, and Marcia is dating a really hot guy. Kayla's living the dream of most teen girls; first becoming a model and then transitioning to acting. Her first movie is hitting theaters in a few months.

"Fuck, you're tight!" Steven hisses, his hips impacting my butt as his big dick fills and stretches me. "I can't ever get enough of you."

"I love your cock!" I announce, tossing my head back. "Oh God, right there! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Doggystyle is such a fun position. I'm on my elbows, leaving my butt higher in the air than my head. With my legs spread, my most intimate area is completely exposed to my lover. My long ponytail is tickling my back, my tits jiggling wildly on my chest as Steven uses my little pussy. I can feel his nails digging into my skin while he holds my hips and thrusts in a wonderful rhythm.

Steven spanks my tight ass, making my pussy quiver and clamp down on his throbbing manhood. I scream and beg for him to pull my hair, my hands pulling on the sheets when he obliges. With my head held back, I look straight at the headboard, my lips pulled back as I bare my teeth and grunt. I'm gonna cum. This orgasm will not be ruined, it won't be!

The world shifts, leaving me laying in bed with a book. I'm wearing an old-fashioned nightgown and I'm so tired I can barely focus on the words. A sound makes me look up, revealing my old, overweight husband. He leers at me as he starts taking off his clothes. Then the lights are off and I can barely see.

The covers are pulled off of me before his hands slide up my legs and grab my panties. He tugs them off of me before getting on top and pushing into my pussy, making me wince. I make the grocery list in my head while he grunts in my ear. Fortunately, he cums fast, rolling over and falling asleep. I'm so tired.

"Get on your knees!" Steven hisses, pulling out of my pussy and releasing my ankles.

"Yes, sir!" I gasp out, getting off the bed so I can drop to my knees and open wide. "I wanna be your little slut!"

"I'm gonna fuck your face and cum straight down your throat," he declares, grabbing my head and cramming as much dick as he can in my mouth.

Keeping my hands behind my back, I let my mouth hang open as Steven fucks my face. Drool is running freely from my lips as I make sexy gagging and gurgling sounds. His manly groans are so fucking sexy and I look up at him with eager eyes. Steven's balls slap my chin as he holds his cock down my throat while pumping his seed directly into my belly.

Our night of wild, sinful sex is just beginning. We fuck in every conceivable position and even invent a few new ones. I beg for him to spank me and be rough with me, to pull my hair and call me a slut. I even spread my cheeks and scream while he fucks me up the butt. The orgasms are plentiful, but somehow muted. Like something is keeping my brain from fully enjoying the moment.

I'm once again consumed by a nightmare as I struggle through my exhaustion to make breakfast while eight months pregnant. I'm so fucking tired. Thirty years old and about to have my fourth child. I have no friends, I just serve my husband and keep the house clean.

He staggers into the kitchen, not even acknowledging me or thanking me as he sits down to breakfast. Of course, he does make sure to remind me he's only working half a day today. I have to be sure to have dinner ready when he gets home. How nice of him to let me know? How is this my life?

I gasp loudly as I wake up, sitting straight up so that the covers fall to my waist. I'm breathing rapidly as I look around, realizing I'm alone in my bedroom. My body is covered in sweat, and I throw the blanket off of my naked body in a desperate attempt to cool off.

Just a dream. It was just a dream. Well, two dreams. One a fantasy and the other a nightmare. Holy shit, I can barely breathe. I rub my temples as I try to calm down. At least I'm able to confirm my hair is falling to my lower back like it's supposed to. A bead of sweat runs down my face and I quickly wipe it away. Fuck, I need water.

According to my phone, it's almost eight in the morning. A few people are probably up, so I'll need to put something on to get to the bathroom. Maybe I should take Kayla up on her offer after all. No, I can't do that. I'm already taking so much. I can't be even more of a burden.

I don't bother with underwear, instead just slipping on a robe before stepping out into the hall. All the other doors are closed, so everyone else is sleeping in as well. Good. I rush to the bathroom and shut the door, thankful I don't have to talk to anyone this early.

Showering is way too much effort, so I just wash up quickly. Then I run to get a bottle of cold water before returning to my bedroom. Tossing my robe over my desk chair, I sit in bed and down half the bottle. I can breathe again and I'm not overheated. Much better.

I miss my brothers, but I will never live under my parents' roof again. I'm my own person and will not just become the property of some man who just wants me to cook, clean, and pump out kids. My hand lightly caresses my stomach. I'll do the best I can for my baby, and I'll love him or her with all my heart. But, I'll star in porn or sell myself at a hotel before letting those assholes control me again.

Needing some stress relief, I dig through my bedside table for my sex toys. After my nightmare, I need something really kinky. I turn on the vibrator and push it up my butt before fucking myself with the dildo. I imagine Steven fucking me as I work the toy in and out of me. I gasp his name as I cum hard. Then I can finally get a little rest before returning to the graduation party weekend.

~Kayla~

"That's it, keep sucking," he groans, his hand holding my hair as he pushes my head further into his lap, forcing more of his dick down my throat. "You're so good at that, baby girl."

"Mm, gak, gak, mmhmm, mm!" I gurgle my gratitude at the compliment as my tongue flicks all over his cock. "Glug! Glug! Hurk! Glug!"

I'm leaning over the center console so I can give Daddy road head. The sounds of the engine and passing cars mix with his manly groans and my feminine moans. I wonder if any passing cars or trucks can see the filthy slut who can't wait to get home to get some dick. Daddy has one hand on the wheel while the other rests on my head as he enjoys all the pleasure my mouth can give him.

I love sucking dick, and Daddy has the best cock in the world. It's warm and thick and throbbing. My little mouth is stretched wide as I bob my head up and down enthusiastically. The salty taste of his skin is making me cream my panties and I'm drooling while I suck on this wonderful, wonderful penis.

"Oh God, keep doing that!" Daddy hisses when I deepthroat him. I moan passionately, my throat vibrating around his thick shaft."Holy shit, that feels amazing. You're such a good girl."

Being called a good girl drives me wild with lust, causing me to squirm in my seat. I continue blowing Daddy while slipping a hand up my skirt so I can get at my pussy. Daddy pushes my head down just as I slip two fingers into my snatch. I cough slightly, gagging and drooling as I start to finger myself.

It isn't easy to concentrate on giving a blowjob while playing with my pussy. Fortunately, Daddy is more than happy to use his grip on my hair to force my head along his length. His leg is shaking slightly as he struggles to focus on driving while getting his dick sucked.

"Glug! Gak! Gak! Hurk! Glug!" I groan, working two fingers in and out of my pussy as my lips form an airtight seal around the throbbing prick in my throat. Wet slurping noises fill the car, adding to my arousal. "Sluuurp! Schloop! schlrp! Schloop!"

"Suck that dick, you dirty slut," his passion building as he loses control. "I love your tight, little throat."

My moans and slurping grow in intensity as Daddy's cock repeatedly enters my throat. My eyes are shut, my brow furrowed in concentration while I push two fingers all the way up my cunt. I rub my clit with my thumb, my cheeks caving in as I suck as hard as I can. Daddy is lightly tugging on my raven hair, adding yet another amazing sensation.

"Hssslrp, shlup, sluuurp," I wiggle my tongue all along his length as I keep my lips tight on him. "Schloop, schloop, schloop."

"I'm getting close," he warns, roughly tugging on my hair to force me to bob my head faster. "You want it in your mouth, baby girl? You want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Mmmslurp, mmhmm, schlrrp," I nod with his dick still in my mouth while briefly pulling my fingers out of my hole so I can focus on my clit. "Glug! Glug! Sluuurp! Hurk!"

"Keep sucking and you'll make me cum," Daddy groans, struggling to focus on driving. "That's a good girl, keep doing that. I'm gonna cum in your mouth, fuck!"

I can feel my orgasm approaching as Daddy holds my head down and bucks his hips into my face. His balls are against my cheek as they compress, pushing their contents up his swelling manhood. I screech around his dick, cumming on my fingers just as he starts filling my mouth with warm cream. My cheeks puff out as I gather up every drop of precious semen I can get. My tongue swirls the cum around as I suck out the last few drops.

"Mm, I love cum," I say thickly as I sit up and open wide to show him my full mouth. Then I quickly swallow before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. "All gone!"

"That was amazing," Daddy gasps, glancing over at me before returning his eyes to the road.

"Am I a good girl, Daddy?" I ask innocently while brushing my raven hair back behind my ears.

"You're a very good girl, Kayla," he smiles, making my pussy purr.

With both hands on the wheel, Daddy concentrates on driving. He still has his seat belt off and his limp dick is sticking out of his pants. I'm still horny. Sitting back in the passenger seat, I spread my legs and pull up my skirt. Pushing my panties out of the way again, I run my fingers along my soaked slit.

"The car smells like hot pussy," Daddy comments, smirking at me.

"You're welcome," I respond as I shamelessly resume fingering myself. "Mm, yes!"

"Fuck, I wish I could eat that pussy right now," he sighs, speeding up slightly.

"Yes, I wanna feel your tongue in me, I want you to grab my tits!" I groan, pulling up my tank top and bra to expose my breasts. "I need you to fuck me!"

"Kayla!" Daddy hisses, glancing at me as we continue down the highway. "Anyone could see you!"

"Then I hope they enjoy the show," I declare confidently.

I say every dirty thing I can think of as I play with my pussy with one hand while squeezing my tits with the other. Daddy is doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, but it isn't easy to ignore a half-naked eighteen-year-old slut while she begs for cock. I'm squirming in my seat, my boobs flopping around on my chest as I beg to be filled and covered with hot cum.

Daddy is so distracted, he doesn't notice when the truck in front of us slams on their breaks. He swerves to avoid hitting the truck, sending his car off the road. I scream loudly as Daddy calls my name, reaching for me in an attempt to shield me from harm.

My next memory is of me laying in a hospital bed with a broken leg. There's a faint bruise across my chest. Not from the seat belt, or even the airbag. It's from Daddy throwing himself in front of me to shield me. The doctors tell me that Daddy didn't make it. Nothing is real as I sob uncontrollably. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Mommy is gone, and now so is Daddy.

It's horrible explaining to my Slut-sisters why Daddy's pants were down during the accident. It's harder to explain to the police, since I can't admit Daddy and I have a sexual relationship. Fortunately, Sarah McLorn saves us, smoothing the entire thing over. She disapproves, but Daddy is gone, so she makes sure nothing else happens.

The funeral is a nightmare. We're all crying until we have no more tears left to give. I see family and people who work for Daddy. Used to work for Daddy. The house and company are mine now, but I don't know how to run a business. I know some basics about finances from Daddy, but I now regret not taking the lessons more seriously. Why would I? We had time. We had so much fucking time. Where... where is my time?

Nicole moves in to help us out, but it's not enough. The stress of the trial causes Lexi to have a complete mental breakdown. She's in an institution now, we visit her when we can. Hazel isn't in college to take care of the baby, and I'm too busy trying to figure out how to run a business to go to school.

Stacey is a huge help, taking on a lot of Daddy's former responsibilities. Andy James also steps up, getting much more involved with policy. I don't like some of his choices, but I don't have the confidence to stop him. The business is doing okay. Not great, but okay. I think.

I own the entire company, yet Andy somehow manages to slowly push me out over time. Before I know it, he has an ownership share. As time goes on, he takes more and more. I don't understand how it's happening. I'm just a figurehead at this point, with no real authority.

"The new health insurance for employees starts on the first," Andy says, walking into my office without knocking. "We're not paying all of it anymore, either. They don't like it, they can work somewhere else."

"Okay," I reply meekly as he places the paperwork on the desk for me to sign.

I sigh heavily, signing the papers while Andy locks the door. Placing the papers in a folder, I push them toward him. He leers at my cleavage before taking the folder and leaving my office. I soon find out that I'm responsible for signing away my own future.

Andy owns the company now. With almost no income, we have to sell the mansion and move someplace smaller. Hazel has a job at a fast food restaurant to try and help out. Lexi is still in the institution, unable to work. We soon lose touch with Stacey. Everything is ruined. All because of me.

I wake up, the pain still piercing my heart as I realize someone is shaking me. I open my eyes, but their blurry with tears. I see Frank Morrow gently trying to get me to wake up. A dream. It was all a dream. Daddy is across the hall. He's safe. He's not gone because of me.

My heart aches as I long to rush to the most important person in my life, to feel safe in his warm embrace. I can't. Too many people in the mansion. Frank is lightly shaking my bare shoulder as tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I can't go to Daddy right now, but I need to feel something. Anything.

"Kayla, wake up, you're having a uumph!" Frank's gentle wake up call is interrupted by me grabbing the back of his head and kissing him hard.

Everything is too scary, and loved ones can be lost forever in an instant. I can't lose Daddy. I can't leave Daddy. I'll die without him. I don't care if it isn't healthy; I need him. I'll always be his baby girl. No matter what. I hope I can get some alone time with Daddy soon, but for now I just need a connection. Something to wash away that horrible nightmare.

Frank tries to mumble something else, but quickly gives up when I take his hand from my shoulder and place it on my bare breast. He gets the idea and starts squeezing my boob while returning my kiss with enthusiasm. I moan softly into his mouth when he rolls my nipple between his fingers.

I need to feel. I'm impatient to drive away the demons from my dream. I quickly roll Frank onto his back, straddling him. I shift my chest back and forth, my breasts swinging like a hypnotist's watch. They have the same effect on Frank. He's completely mesmerized. I'm not even sure he's aware of me grinding on his hardening cock.

Fuck, I need this.

Sitting up, I reach between us to grasp Frank's hardness. I stroke him several times while seating him at my entrance. Looking down at him with lust, I sink my pussy down on him until he's balls-deep in my cunt. Frank moans, his eyelids fluttering as he experiences the wonderful feeling of warm vaginal flesh caressing his shaft.

I'm a woman possessed. I lose all control in my desperation to lose myself in the pleasures of sex and forget all my fears. My fingers claw at Frank's chest as I bounce up and down in his lap, riding him passionately. My raven hair is flying about my face and my boobs are bouncing in tune with my movements.

Frank maintains his grip on my hips, clearly just trying to hang on for the ride. I need to cum, so I slap a hand to my pussy and start rubbing my clit while continuing to bounce up and down. It's not enough. His dick is stretching me out and my fingers feel great on my clit, but I need more. I need more.

"Tellmegdgirl!" I growl incoherently, giving up on my clit as I place my hands on his chest again so I can ride him at full speed.

"W-what?" Frank asks, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"Tell me I'm a good girl!" I practically shout, my fingernails digging into his chest.

"You're a good girl!" he gasps, seeming both incredibly aroused and incredibly terrified at the same time.

"Again!" I hiss, leaning back slightly to adjust the angle of penetration.

"You're a good girl, Kayla," Frank groans as my pussy clamps down on him. "You're such a good girl, oh fuck, you're amazing."

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" I screech, throwing my head back. "Keep going, keep going! Keep fucking me!"

"Kayla!" he moans, his face turning red. "You're a very good girl!"

"I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl!" I chant, closing my eyes as I finally reach the peak.

My jaw clenches, my face scrunching up as I make a series of small squeaks. My body shudders as my pussy starts to spasm. I can feel my vaginal muscles ripple, and from his loud groans, Frank can feel it as well. He gasps my name while my pussy holds him like a vice in its velvet grip.

I open my eyes and see Frank's sweaty face. I'm quite impressed he hasn't cum yet. I give him a sultry smile as I continue slowly bouncing in his lap. Now that I've had an orgasm, I'm finally able to see through the haze of fear and lust. Only now am I able to talk, to think.

"A-are you okay?" Frank asks once he realizes the urgency is gone.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I giggle, brushing my dark hair back behind my ears. "I just had a bad dream."

"So did I," he winces in sympathy. "Although, you definitely made me feel better."

"I guess it's true; the titties are magic," I waggle my eyebrows while grinding in his lap, causing his cock to stimulate my vaginal walls.

"Yours definitely are," Frank whispers sincerely, his eyes locked on my chest.

"Thanks!" I laugh, reaching down to grab his hand and placing it on my boob. "I'm letting you stick it up my twat, you don't have to be so shy about grabbing my tits."

"Wow," he mumbles as he starts caressing my titty. Even with his cock in my pussy, there is something truly mesmerizing about breasts.

"Mm, that feels nice," I close my eyes and moan softly. "Touch the other one, too."

"Okay," Frank nods, cupping both my tits. He's watching my boobs as he plays with them; lifting them, squishing them together, feeling their weight in his hands.

"I'm impressed you haven't squirted yet," I comment, lifting myself so only his tip is between my folds. I let out a soft moan when I take him all the way back in. "I got pretty intense on you back there."

"I, ah, I thought I was going to, when, you know, you had an orgasm," he blushes as his thumb brushes my areola. "But the way you clamped down on me, you were almost too tight."

"Not a complaint I've ever gotten before," I laugh while rolling my hips.

"I doubt you ever get any complaints," Frank replies, palming both my boobs.

"You're right, I don't," I nod proudly as I run my fingers through his chest hair. "I'm one hot bitch."

"Nice way to put it," Frank blushes.

"Nothing wrong with having confidence," I point out, lowering my upper body so my tits are closer to his face. "It's not the same as arrogance and it can be very, very attractive. Be confident; you've got a hot girl riding your cock and shoving her tits in your face."

"I can't believe this is actually happening," he admits, pressing my breasts together so he can admire my cleavage.

"Believe it!" I insist, lifting off his dick before sinking back down. "You've made progress, but we still have work to do. And now that we're both relaxed after our nightmares, there's something I wanted to tell you."

"What is it?" he asks, taking the initiative by lifting his head so he can kiss and suck my tit-flesh.

"First, I wanted to ask you what you thought of Amanda Sawyer?" I question, holding his face to my chest as I toss my head back. "Mm, yes, lick my titty!"

"I'm really only thinking about you right now," Frank admits while kissing my breasts.

"I appreciate that," I laugh, lightly tugging on his head. "But, seriously, what do you think of her?"

"Uh, she's pretty," he blushes while reluctantly lifting his head from my chest. Frank looks at me curiously while still absentmindedly palming my tits. "And she's really nice. W-why do you ask?"

"Professor Kayla isn't just an expert on anatomy and the art of lovemaking," I smile at him. "I am also well-versed in romance and all aspects of seduction."

"W-what does that have to do with Amanda?" he frowns, his hands freezing on my boobs.

"Well," I begin, leaning forward to peck his lips, "you and I aren't a couple. I thought maybe you would like a few lessons in flirting."

"You're trying to set me up with Amanda," Frank realizes.

"Something like that," I giggle, kissing him again before resuming my movements.

It takes him some time to realize we're still having a conversation.

"She probably wouldn't like me," he mumbles.

"Stop selling yourself short," I admonish as I run my fingers along his sides. "You're a good guy. And your cock feels pretty damn good, that should give you some confidence!"

"You feel amazing," Frank whispers, looking up at my breasts as he lightly squeezes them.

"Thanks," I giggle, my fingertips tracing his appendectomy scar. "And maybe you and Amanda won't get along, maybe you will. Either way, you could both use the lessons. Sound good?"

"I'll give it a shot," he agrees, nodding slowly.

"The rewards for putting yourself out there can be very, very nice," I remind him as I clench my vaginal muscles, tightening my hole for his pleasure.

"Kayla, you're gonna make me cum!" he warns, squeezing my boobs as he tries to delay his release.

"Mm, where do you wanna cum, baby?" I coo, looking down at him with lust.

"W-where do you want me to?" Frank asks, his face turning red again.

"Unh, unh, unh," I sit up and shake my head. "Women like their men to be assertive in bed. You tell me; where are you shooting?"

"I-I, I'm not sure," he mumbles, sliding his hands down my body until he's holding my waist.

"I can give you a few suggestions," I husk, slowly lifting and lowering my body to stimulate every inch of his cock. "You could fill my slutty pussy, you could put me in doggy before pulling out and covering my butt and back." Frank looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. I just smirk and tap my lower lip. "There's my mouth; I love the taste of jizz," I continue. "My pretty face is another option. Hm, let's see, where else?" I tap my chin before grinning and squeezing my boobs. "You could cum on my tits."

"Kayla!" Frank hisses, his fingers tightly holding my hips.

"Cum for me, cum for Kayla," I beg wantonly, gathering up my hair in my hands and giving Frank an amazing view of my naked body. "I want your cum. I want it so bad, please baby. Where should I take your warm, thick, sticky cum?"

"M-mouth," he stammers, his leg shaking. "Your mouth!"

Nodding rapidly, I lift my pussy off his cock and get out of his lap. Using a hair elastic from my wrist, I put my hair in a ponytail before leaning over and taking Frank's dick in my mouth. I can taste my pussy as I suck hard, bathing his shaft with my tongue to gather up all my love juices.

"Mm, mm, mm!" I hum around his dick, balancing on one hand so my other can massage his balls. "Mm, glug, glug, mm, mm!"

I'm perpendicular to Frank with my head in his lap and my ass in the air. Frank's right hand grabs my ponytail while his left plays with my tits. I just keep sucking. Like a good girl. I can tell from his moans that he's incredibly close, and I want to push him over the edge. He does still have enough presence of mind to squeeze my butt before slipping two fingers into me from behind.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Frank gasps urgently, sounding almost as if he's in pain.

"Mm, cum, mm!" I moan thickly around the cock in my mouth.

Frank bucks his hips, making a strangled gurgling noise as warm cum explodes across my tongue. The smell of semen fills my nostrils, and I can't help but swallow the first burst. I push my ass back against his fingers as I moan and gulp down every drop of hot man stuff I can get. My vibrating throat causes him to writhe beneath me, the sensations overwhelming him.

"Good girl," he says while gasping for breath, his hands releasing me.

"Mm, you're learning," I smirk, lifting my head and looking over at him. His eyes are wide as my tongue snakes out to snatch the drop of cum on my lower lip.

I snuggle up to Frank and the two of us enjoy the amazing after-sex feeling. I'm curious about his nightmare, but I don't ask. I'm not telling him about Daddy, after all. It was probably something to do with being invisible in school. I feel guilty. He's a nice guy. Hopefully my help will make his college experience better than high school.

A knock on the door makes us both jump.

"Kayla?" Daddy's voice calls out. "Are you okay? Can we talk for a minute?"

"Uh, just a second!" I yell back as Frank freezes, terror in his eyes.

"Relax, Daddy doesn't have a shotgun," I whisper to him.

Frank gets under the blanket while I grab a robe and slip it on. Tying the belt around my waist, I walk over to my bedroom door and open it slightly. When I see Daddy standing there in lounge pants and a t-shirt, my dream comes crashing back to me. I leave my bedroom and shut the door before throwing my arms around him in a tight hug.

"Kayla?!" Daddy asks in concern, his arms wrapping around me. "Are you okay?"

"You can't die, you stupid fuck! You can't leave me alone! Stupid. It's all stupid. You can't..." I blubber while he holds me, patiently waiting for my fury and sorrow to burn out.

"So, I guess that answers the question of if you had fucked up dreams, too, baby girl," Daddy comments, stroking my hair as I press my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"W-what do you mean?" I ask with a sniffle.

"Pretty much everyone had weird dreams," he answers slowly. "And, ah, turns out there's a reason."

"What are you talking about?" I frown, lifting my head from his chest to look at him in confusion.

"Uh, the caterers called," Daddy explains with a small smirk. "The cops came by to interrogate one of their employees for suspected gang activity. Apparently, the genius threw his stash into the sauce for the chicken to try and hide it."

"Wait. Seriously?" I give him an incredulous look.

"Yeah, not enough to get anyone high or anything," he chuckles, releasing me from the hug. "But, yeah, seems like everyone had weird dreams. I already checked on Hazel, she and the baby are fine."

"O-okay," I respond, unsure of what else to say as I take a step back.

"Plus, they gave me a full refund for the event so I won't sue," Daddy grins and gives me two thumbs-up.

"You're a dork," I let out a cute giggle before biting my lower lip. "Uh, speaking of my dream, maybe you should teach me some more of that finance stuff. I'll never be an accountant or finance-person, but I should probably know more."

"I can do that," he nods slowly. I can see it in his eyes; he knows what my nightmare was. Well, mostly. I'm glad he doesn't pry for more information. "Do you think you could check social media to see if anyone posted anything? I just want to make sure everyone who left is okay."

"Yeah, sure," I nod. "My phone's plugged in."

Heading back in to my bedroom, I give Frank a reassuring smile before grabbing my phone off the bedside table. He still looks like he's afraid Daddy is gonna come in and strangle him to death. Copying Daddy, I give Frank a thumbs-up before leaving the room, not bothering to fully close the door.

"Anything?" Daddy questions while I browse my phone.

"Two people posted they had weird dreams," I say quietly as I scroll through the posts. "One guy said he had the best night he's had in a long time, and one girl posted she had explosive diarrhea."

"A girl who's big on oversharing," he snorts. "Was it Lexi?"

"It was not," I laugh as a nearby door opens and Stacey steps out wearing a robe.

"W-what's going on?" Stacey mumbles sleepily as she runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

"The caterers drugged us," I speak up quickly.

"Huh?" Stacey frowns.

"There was a minor incident and some, ah, special ingredients ended up in the sauce. It's fine, it's fine," Daddy insists. "Did you have any bad or weird dreams?"

"Yeah, it was horrible," Stacey shudders, and I resist the urge to hug her, knowing how bad my dream was. "I was being chased by a giant doughnut."

"Terrifying," I roll my eyes.

"It was!" Stacey agrees, nodding. "The doughnut looked like April and she kept catching me and making me eat her. Every time I did, I got fatter, but she tasted so good..."

"Go back to bed," Daddy advises, shaking his head.

"It's after 10:00AM," Stacey points out.

"Right, we should probably start the day," Daddy sighs. "We were up late, but everyone has probably already devoured the pastries."

"Where's April?" I ask, ignoring Daddy.

"Sleeping on her stomach with her ass in the air," Stacey rolls her eyes. "I'll go wake up her lazy ass."

Stacey disappears into a bedroom while Daddy and I laugh. Most of the bedrooms doors are open now, so it does seem like people are awake. I guess I should shower and get ready. Turning back into my room, I notice Frank is still frozen in my bed, the covers over his lower half.

"Uh..." Frank trails off, his mouth opening and closing as he sees Daddy. "Mister, ah, sir. I, ah, um..."

"Deep breath," Daddy laughs. "Take some deep breaths and calm down before you have a heart attack."

"O-okay," Frank squeaks, his voice high.

"My daughter is a grown woman," Daddy says. "What she chooses to do is fine as long as her choices are respected."

"T-thank you," Frank mumbles.

"You're a lucky guy," Daddy adds.

"Y-yes, sir," Frank swallows weakly.

"Maybe you should go before he actually does have that heart attack," I suggest.

"Right," Daddy nods, hugging me again before kissing the top of my head. "I'll see you both soon."

Poor Frank is still in shock, so I decide to help him relax. Dropping my robe, I place my hands on my hips so he can admire my naked body. Then I take his hand and lead him into my bathroom. Frank gets to shower with a hot chick for the first time, and he is quite happy when I taste test his cock to make sure it's squeaky clean. He's a nice guy, and I hope that I can succeed in setting him up with Amanda.