Go With the Flow Pt. 01

Please enjoy another Hugh Jass publication. This will be in two parts. Feedback and suggestions always appreciated.

Summer. A time of rejuvenation. A time of barbecues, a time of vacations, a time of gratuitous fucking. It's the beach, longer, warmer days, and all that jazz.

Summer was the preferred season for Tara, a late thirties trans woman, successful tattoo artist, and noted armchair unlicensed psychologist. Tattoo artists, bartenders, and livery drivers seem to share that strange quirk in common. She fancied herself a renegade love doctor, as many of her clients clamored to share their tales of loveless woe with her, or to complain about their significant other, tacitly seeking her semi-solicited advise. Was she successful? Well, it all depends how many tattoo sessions that person needed to go back for. Imagine giving horrifically bad advise on the first day of a full upper back portrait?

Anyway, Tara was shy of forty, but looked about thirty five, she'll tell you twenty-eight. She had a cute face, big curly blonde hair, that seemed like it time-traveled from the 80's. She had an average frame about her, with D-cup breasts, fairly flat stomach, sexy toned and plump ass, and long ten inch dick. She sported a full sleeve of ink on her left arm, with various designs throughout her body.

Tara was the founder of Tattoos by Tara, a Key West staple who was excited to be selected for a spot in a national tattoo artist expo in equally sunny, and less hurricane-prone San Diego. Tara had enough points saved up for a time share scheme she was a part of, and booked her stay at a swanky bungalow right on the beach in the La Jolla section of the city, a literal surfer's paradise.

She arrived, and got a big whiff of the ocean air. The house wasn't all that big. It had two bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, living room, kitchen, mud room, one car garage, sunroom, small backyard that did have a lap pool and hot tub, turf lawn, not much else. Obviously the big prize was being beachfront property, the holy grail of the real-estate game. Sticker price for this nineteen-hundred square-foot glorified pre-fab: five point seventy-nine million. It's okay to cry.

Tara parked her mid-size rental car in the single car garage, and took to the primary bedroom to set out her things, which also included various tattoo paraphernalia for her exhibit that was most certainly declared in her checked luggage. She looked out the window. If she craned her neck just right, she could see over the property fence an ocean wave crash on the beach. But, her eyes spotted the pool and said tall property fence, and she decided to go for a swim... naked of course.

Interesting architectural snafu about this dwelling, the bathrooms for the two bedrooms were side by side, but the narrow wall which separated them sported a rounded hole some two feet from the baseboard, most likely used as a conduit for wiring back in the day when more wires were all the rage. The owner of the estate never bothered to spend a few hours, about a hundred dollars and roughly five how-to videos to fix it up. This effectively made it a glorified glory hole, which will come in handy later.

Tara got comfortable, and spritzed on some sunscreen. The hiss of the aerosol caused her to not hear a commotion outside. A car had pulled into the driveway, not even thinking about the garage. A couple exited the car, a man and a woman. The woman was driving. They were Bryce and Jennifer, who went by Jen. Both were twenty-six, had that surfer aesthetic... except apparently for the good vibes that typically went along with it.

Bryce had that surfer-bro haircut that looked like a bowl cut that whooshed down past his ears. Athletic but relatively skinny frame, still very fit, six pack abs, eight inch dick, with a toned, muscular dude booty.

Jen was equally fit, not as muscular, but still very fit. She was Hispanic, with tanned skin, long dark hair in a ponytail, C-cup breasts, sporty frame, tight pussy with a trimmed pubic area, and fit and sexy ass.

The two were from Santa Clarita, an uppity bucolic Los Angeles suburb, and despite the easily hour and fifteen minutes to the nearest beach were heavily involved in the southern California surf scene. They had met while surfing, actually a wave knocked them into one another, and that was lust at first sight. They were but twenty upon meeting up, and this turned to hooking up and that turned into a near six year relationship. However, that honeymoon phase was lightyears behind them, and sadly, all they did these days was fight.

Ah, the domestic squabble about something petty and ultimately pointless. Is there anything more apropos to the long-term relationship quite like fighting over the most innocuous of grievances? Definitely not.

Anyway, their three and a half hour trip was filled with squabbling and passive-aggressive jabs. Bryce had no real direction in his life; something his girlfriend and his family members with varying degrees of concern and exasperation reminded him of. He wasn't unintelligent, but couldn't apply himself if his life depended on it. He worked as an employee at a skater shop in the San Fernando Valley, and would consider himself being 'barely employed'. Jen, was a college graduate and was on her fourth post-collegiate internship for a cushy marketing gig and was on the cusp at landing an even cushier marketing gig for real money at a fortune 500 company... in New York, a place; as Bryce would routinely remind her, lacked adequate surf, a curse the northern Atlantic Coast seemed to bare.

Now, Bryce wasn't entirely selfish and short-sighted in his anti-NYC crusade, Both their families were in Cali, and Jen's adamantly objected to her leaving LA. Not to mention their lives were there.

While this was a big wedge in their relationship, it highlighted all the other penny-ante foibles and shortcomings that irked the other.

Both exited their beat up car, Bryce's 2005 Wrangler, topless and doorless, as if there was a better means of conveyance for the avid surfer. Their boards were tied to the roll bars above, their scant luggage in the back. They too had access to this time share, rather, Bryce's parents did, and allowed them to use it for the week... mostly because it got the two of them out of their hair.

Jen angrily grabbed the luggage while Bryce groaned, and slowly started to untie the boards. He wore board shorts, sunglasses, and sandals, nothing else, Jen wore a midriff and short shorts.

"It was fucking yellow, you kook!" Jen scolded him.

"No it wasn't."

"Yes, it was, Bryce!"

"I saw the flash go off."

"Those fucking things malfunction on the reg. Plus, didn't one of those circuit courts say it was like, unconstitutional, or some shit?"

"I saw the light turn red, don't fucking gaslight me, Jen."

"Oh really? You wanna talk about gaslighting Mr. I-didn't-leave-the-toilet-seat-up-it-was-my-brother." she mocked him.

"It fucking was! Ugh!"

They grabbed their shit and moved to the front door, looking at a lockbox for the key. "And even if I get a ticket, so what?" Jen shrugged.

"They're not cheap, and it's my car, so I get the fucking ticket. They get mailed to the owner of the title matched to the license plate, genius!" Bryce reminded her.

"That's so easy to win. You go to court, Judge asks 'this you driving?' You shake your head, because it's the truth, ticket gets tossed." Jen coached him.

"You a fucking lawyer now?" Bryce opened the box, nothing.

"The hell?" Jen asked. "No key?"

"Hmm." Bryce then tried the door, unlocked. "Not locked, but that's not good."

"Fuck. Dammit we drove all the fucking way down here."

"Yeah, no God damn shit, Jen, I had the same miserable drive down you did!" He barged in, Jen followed.

Inside, Tara had just finished lathering herself. She was walking out of the bedroom which led her to a hallway, then to the living room, where at just the right moment, she locked confused eyes with an equally confused Bryce and Jen.

"What the fuck?" came a unison response.

Tara covered up. "Who are you two?"

They also covered up, almost out of habit... even though their eyes couldn't be averted from Tara's hanging cock. "Uh, B-B-ryce and Jen?"

"Hi, I'm Jen." she waved.

"Uh, this is our timeshare, for this week." Bryce explained.

"Well, hi. I'm Tara, and I hate to disappoint, but this is my timeshare for this week." There was a pause, then a long collective sigh. Tara uncovered herself. "I got a hundred bucks that says we were double booked."

"Yeah, that checks." Bryce sighed.

One quick and angry call later to Randall, the expertly lazy owner of the timeshare their points were being used to lease, and, it was clear they had few options. Bryce hung up.

"Okay, he said: either we suck it up and share the place, after which our points will be reimbursed for our trouble... or, one party leaves, and their points get reimbursed." Bryce explained.

"Well, I mean, I don't take up all that much space. I'm here for the tattoo artist convention." Tara explained, she then motioned to their boards. "I see you're here for the surf?" Two heads nodded. "Well, we're all adults here, sorry for being in the buff, I'll be more mindful, but, if you're cool with me, I'm cool with you. Big fridge, nice space, I'll be gone much of the afternoons anyhow starting on Tuesday, you'll hardly know I'm here. I'd hate to make this a whole thing."

Bryce and Jen sighed, and nodded. The first thing they could agree on literally all day.

"Alright."

"Works for me."

"Excellent. On that note, I'm going for a tan." Tara nodded before heading outside. Bryce and Jen fell on the couch.

"You see that cock?" Jen asked.

"Fucking huge."

"Good, I'm glad it wasn't just me side-eyeing it."

"So, what do we do?" Bryce asked.

"We just agreed on it, no?"

"Right, but, I wanted that to be us walking around, naked."

"And? If this Tara has no problem with it, why should we?" Jen asked.

Bryce got up and headed for the door. Tara found one of four lawn chairs jutting right up against the pool, big sunglasses on, enjoying the San Diego sunshine. Bryce sauntered out followed by Jen, whom he left in the dust. She wasn't thrilled about that.

"Yo, Tara, right?"

"Yup-yup. If you guys want some ink by the way, I'm all in. No charge, I love being able to work on some fresh canvases." Tara hinted.

"We're good." Bryce insisted.

"Speak for yourself. I might have some ideas." Jen added, cutting him off.

"We'll talk later." Tara said making a finger gun.

"So, you're naked, all good. You cool if we walk around naked?" Bryce asked.

"Are you really asking?" Tara lowered her sunglasses to look right at him.

"Aces." Bryce started to undo his shorts, but right before the underwear--

"Uh, we have more shit in the car. You know, the same one parked in the driveway next to the public suburban road?" Jen reminded him. Bryce pulled his shorts back up.

"Ugh, you're so fucking annoying! We can't get it later?"

The squabble continued as they walked back inside, not stopping until the door slammed shut. Tara slammed her head on the back of the lawn chair.

"This is gonna be one long fucking week." she sighed.

Bryce and Jen got the rest of their shit, got into better attire for surfing... meaning, Bryce wore his board shorts but Jen threw on a wet suit. The sun was setting while the two caught some waves, this was about the only time there was no domestic events going on that day.

Later that evening, the two were showering, not even aware of the random glory hole sitting inches from their toilet. Tara was all ready for bed, her pajamas consisted of nothing, as she hadn't worn any clothes since taking hers off when she walked in.

After the water shut off, Tara heard the familiar sounds of lips smacking, followed by shoving. As the wall was basically paper thin the sound quality was pretty good. Initially curious, Tara got out of bed, her initial thought wanting to see what was the matter.

Their bedroom door was ajar, their room was dark. Jen sat on the bed, with her head against the baseboard while Bryce sat in front of her, both making out. Jen gently stroked Bryce to full erection.

Tara stood just outside, ah, sweet domestic sex. Certainly beats the hell out of their constant fighting all the livelong day.

Jen broke the kiss. "Should we, uh..."

"Shh, lay down." Bryce whispered.

There was a sigh from Jen. "Okay."

Jen laid on her back and Bryce got in a pushup position. She guided his dick into her dripping wet pussy. So wet, in fact, it slid out. Jen guided it back in, little help from her partner of six years.

Bryce stuffed himself deep, and moaned. "Babe, you are tight."

"I know." Jen smirked.

Bryce daintily shifted his hips and fucked his girlfriend deep, his strength keeping him from falling on top of her. The two stared right into one another's eyes, there was a joint smile. That spark was still there.

Missionary. The most intimate of positions. It is, ultimately, one of the most physically demanding. The two went back to kissing as Bryce continued to slam into Jen's pussy, getting more wet with each muscular push. Jen briefly broke the kiss to moan.

"Ah, yeah, fuck me Bryce. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Bryce slammed into her harder, they went back to passionately making out, Bryce slammed into Jen with all his might, his cock as deep inside her as he could go. He was ready to cum...

"Ah! Bryce!"

... Without warning. Jen groaned, she felt him shoot his load, and clawed at his back as Bryce finished emptying himself inside of her. Finally finished he pulled out. Both sweaty, they laid side by side, and caught their breath.

"Sorry." Bryce huffed.

"It's fine. That was very good." Jen said, rubbing a finger on his chest. He gave her a kiss.

Tara then tiptoed back to her room. 'Wow, all that fighting really led to something'. She thought. She hopped into bed, her dick was a bit flaccid, she stroked herself. It wasn't lost on Tara that her housemates were very hot, but, on the rocks though they might be, they were a couple, and probably would not be interested in taking a go at Tara... or would they? She knew they had their eyes lost on her dick upon their less-than-meet-cute, and she used that as jerking fodder, just enough to get that good edge, and she was off to sleep.

Tara was awoken at some point in the morning by more squabbling.

"I told you, their website said they were closed on Sundays!" Bryce hollered.

"No, genius! The sign said: closed for repairs!" Jen snapped.

"Hence, closed!"

"No! No! That's a fluke, not a regular scheduled closure!"

Tara threw the pillow over her head.

Later in the kitchen, she made herself some tea, again, more squabbling. Bryce and Jen stood at the opening of the kitchen, Bryce was naked, Jen, had on her wetsuit and held her board.

"It's just another fucking thing I can't stand about you!" Jen pointed a finger.

"Yeah, real nice. You know what, go surfing by yourself, see if I fucking care!"

"Yeah, cause you were real dressed for it anyway! Why don't you see if I eve come back!"

"Yeah, maybe I'd like that!" Bryce yelled.

"Just go jerk off!" Jen shouted before slamming the back door behind her.

Bryce groaned, and threw his hands on his head. Tara simply sipped her tea. He knew she was silently judging them.

"Go ahead and say it." Bryce sighed.

"I didn't say anything."

"Come on, Tara. You just met us yesterday, you think we fight too much."

Another sip. "I coulda' met you yesterday, years ago, or this morning and I'd still easily come to that very conclusion."

"Thanks."

Bryce took a seat at the breakfast nook opposite Tara. "Look, Bryce, as a tattoo artist, one of my many learned skills is listening ad nauseam to people's problems, typically about relationships. Keep in mind, average time in the chair is a at least an hour." Tara explained.

Bryce sighed. "All this started... well, all the fighting as you've seen it started when she wanted to take this job out east. New York, a place whose surf fucking sucks."

"Nothing personal, hon, but if that's your first thought, you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror." Tara took another sip.

"Our families are here. Her folks don't want her moving so far away."

"Planes are a thing."

"Our whole lives are out here in SoCal, I know we can just pack up and move, but..." he trailed. "I don't want us to."

"With all due respect, her job is not up to you. You're a grown man. If you can't live with the move; and let's face it, your families have to understand flying the nest is normal, so ultimately it is about you--to that I say, it may need to be time for a hard conversation with miss Jen. And dear God, let it be after this is over or I am not here."

"I don't want to break up with her, really."

"You sure about that? Cause what I just heard is what a married couple does who can't afford to get divorced. You're both just a couple."

"So, what do you recommend?" Bryce asked.

"Well, by the sound of things, you've probably played into this all hot and heavy, so she thinks you've made it about yourself and is digging in. Have you calmly explained to her how this makes you feel?"

"Duh. But, you've sen Jen, she fucking thinks she knows everything."

"Well, you have few options, then: break-up, move with her and adapt, or, see if maybe she's open to finding a good job, close to home. I heard one of you say you live near LA, right?" Tara asked.

"Just north." Bryce answered.

"It's not New York, but, it's gotta have something that resembles what she's looking for. Gently explain your concerns and actively help her find work locally if she is interested. But, you need to grow up about all this. Do you have anything holding you here--and so help me God, if you say surfing."

"My family. Her family."

"As I mentioned: planes exist, there's a million and one ways to video chat. Anything else? Rising star in your career? No? Then, you need to maybe do this for her. Go with the flow more."

Bryce sighed. Dammit, she was right. He threw his head on the table then picked it up.

"There's a bit more. I kind of wish she was... into more..." he trailed.

"More...?" Tara asked.

"Oh fuck it! We have the same sex all the time, and she never seems to want to try anything new!" Bryce called, clearly not self-aware about last night whatsoever.

"Again, communication is key."

"Like she'd ever go for it."

Bryce got up and walked back to his and Jen's room. Tara blushed as she got a wonderfully unobstructed view of Bryce's sexy ass as he walked away. She sighed, and finished her tea. "That was about what I expected."

Tara got dressed and wanted to go for a walk to catch the local scene. Bryce poked his head in and saw she was probably getting dressed to go out, as she was naked whenever she was on the property. He dashed back into his room and rummaged through his suitcase, pulling out a bottle of lube and a rather large vibrator. He closed the door slightly. He hopped on the bed, snapping open the lube and generously greased the vibrator and then swirled some around his hairless hole, stuffing his finger inside to help.

This was clearly the new sex he was referring to. He laid on his side and stretched his cheek out, stretching his hole out, too. He grunted as he stuffed the tip in past his sphincter and pushed to get it through, sighing once the initial tension died down. Then, an inch or two at a time, he slowly fucked his ass with the dildo.

"Oh yeah, oh baby." He moaned.

He got the dick all the way in, and spanked his cheek with the vibrator deep inside. He breathed deep, going back to fucking himself harder and harder.

"Fuck me, Jen. Fuck me."

He flipped onto his back, his dick rock hard, he gently stroked while the dildo was inside him, imagining it was Jen impaling his ass with a strap-on.

His mind wandered, of course, to Tara, visions of her ten incher potentially ramming his butt swirled inside his head. He stroked a bit harder, nudging the cock inside of him.

"Mmm..." he cooed. "Fuck me with that big dick."

He then clenched his cheeks and turned around, his face down in the sheets while he got on his knees and stuck his ass up in the air, the dick wedged inside him.

Tara was leaving, until she realized she forgot her key and went back inside. Quickly remembering she left it in her room, she walked back down the hallway, now clearly hearing Bryce's moaning and vibrations.

Curious, she poked her head on, and nearly went hard at the sight of Bryce's stuffed ass sticking up in the air. Bryce then used a hand to stroke his hard cock while in this position.

Tara leaned back as she started to tent pole. Bryce shook his booty while he stroked.

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass with that cock. Oh yes." Bryce moaned.

Tara looked in. 'Huh, so this was what he was referring to'. She then hurried back into her room, threw her clothes off, and hopped on the bed, stroking herself with Bryce's ass now living rent free in her head. She could hear Bryce moan from her room.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Bryce moaned, he came, doing his best to catch what he could in his hand, thinking he could play off any droplets as some 'strange stain' if Jen ever asked. As this was in the middle of the bed sheets, he doubted she would even notice.

He took the dildo from his ass and did some gymnastics moves to get off of the bed with the pool of cum in his hand.

Tara could hear Bryce washing his hands from his bathroom. She stopped. Her head was all in sex mode. Bryce was cute, fuck-able cute. But, alas, he was still an item with Jen, even if they seemed for sure to be on the outs.

But, the lightbulb flickered on. Tara shot up from the bed. 'Of course! He wants her to fuck him! What if I can give him the skills he needs... and what if she has needs of her own...' Tara thought of this hasty plan remembering the vanilla sex the two had the night before. 'Not to mention, what if I can continue to counsel them on being a better couple?'

Still in sex mode, and not thinking of the consequences, Tara sauntered into the bathroom where she heard the sound of Bryce having a post-ejaculation number one on the toilet.

Tara thought for a moment, this plan that wasn't even fully formed could backfire immediately, but, fuck it. She figured she should give it a try.

She took a deep breath and stuck her rock hard cock into the ready-made glory hole in the wall. Bryce was just finished. He turned, seeing Tara's cock jutting from the hole. He was stunned for a brief moment before blushing. Almost in a trance he knelt down, wanting to even see if this random dick was even real. He touched her shaft.

"Well, it's not gonna suck itself!" he heard Tara call.

You'd think he'd run over to her room and confront her. But Bryce, clearly a little deprived and even a little shameless, not to mention curious, stuck out his tongue and made a long lick up Tara's shaft.

Tara cooed, her plan seemed to look like it was working... even it had just started. Bryce made a few licks, slowly getting used to Tara. He licked around her tip, apparently having some practice, whether it was from his dildo or from someone else.

Tara gripped the walls and huffed, Bryce's lips felt good on her tip. He finally stuck it in, and gently stroked her as he had her tip in his mouth.

"Yeah, you like sucking my cock, huh?" Tara asked.

Bryce nodded, even though Tara couldn't see him. He slowly sucked a few inches of her, jerking her gently with each suck. He bobbed his head a little too.

Tara had gotten her share of blowjobs, but this one was the most pleasantly surprising. Bryce didn't look like he'd be a good cock sucker, but damn, he was spectacular. She was afraid she'd cum too early.

Bryce picked up his pace, stuffing Tara's cock into his throat, getting deeper and deeper with each suck. Tara had her head against the wall, she was getting very close.

"Yes. Suck me baby. You'd better suck me fucking dry." She hissed.

Bryce was happy to oblige. He could feel some pre-cum escape from Tara's tip, and stuffed her cock all the way into his throat. Tara moaned, and then came with a loud roar.

He felt her jizz cascade down his esophagus and made sure every last drop went into his mouth, taking a couple more sucks to make sure. He didn't spill even a little bit. Bryce took once last gulp before sliding Tara's cock from his mouth. He stared at it for a beat before Tara took it out of the hole. She then walked over to Bryce's bathroom and smirked, leaning against the wall.

"I think we need to talk." She said.

A bit later, the two sat on Bryce and Jen's bed. The dildo sat between them. "So, you like cock, and pussy?" Tara surmised. Bryce nodded. "And you want Jen to peg your ass?" Another nod. "So, ask her."

"And, if she says no? We've always done missionary. Like always."

"Communication." Tara reminded him.

Bryce threw himself on the bed. "You don't understand. You don't know Jen like I do. She's a know-it-all. Everything has to be her way; Jen's way. If I come over being all like: can you fuck my ass?' I don't know how she'll take it."

"Sounds to me like you're just too embarrassed to even tell her."

"Trust me, I'm right on this." Bryce insisted. "Fuck. Now, how do I explain how I sucked you off?"

"Uh, let's hold off on that. Look, seeing you two fight, got me thinking, I'm gonna save your relationship." Tara explained.

"How?"

"My amateur advice like I keep giving you, and since you'd like to bottom, I can help teach you. You will be so good at submitting you'll have all the confidence in the world to get past little miss know-it-all."

"But--"

"A know-it-all likes to control things. Trust me Bryce, once we're finished, casually bring it up you want to be dominated I can guarantee she'll say yes."

Bryce smiled and sat back up on the bed. "That does sound good. I really do like her, and I... I want us to be together. If you think this'll help--but, I'll know I've cheated on her."

"You've been... enlightened. It's not like this is going to go anywhere between us, you'll never see me again after this ordeal. It's not being done with malicious intent at all."

Bryce didn't have the complex intellect to rebut her shaky logic on that, the idea of this hot trans woman stuffing his tush with her cock was getting Bryce past the infidelity. He stood up, and Tara patted his ass.

"This is a perfectly fuck-able ass, I don't mind saying." Tara said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Bend over the bed. We start now."

Bryce did as told and Tara took some time to play with his cheeks, stretching them out, and gazing at his hole. She took the dildo, both it and Bryce's ass were still lubed. Tara stuffed the dildo inside.

"Oh yeah." Bryce moaned.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be a bottom bitch pro. Jenny won't be able to resist fucking this cute tushy." Tara stroked the cock in and out of him. "Bend on the wall." She got Bryce up and bent him down on a nearby wall. "I'll be back in a few moments, you stay there, understand?" She ordered. Bryce nodded.

As Tara walked away she heard the sliding doors open, it was Jen. Tara quickly hopped back in her room. 'Fuck, she's back... don't panic' Tara thought. 'Hmm... actually, this will work out great, really great actually.'

Jen took off her wet suit outside, along with her board, she was naked, she walked over to their room. She was surprised to see Bryce in such a position... just as much as Bryce was surprised to see her. Tara sat in her bathroom and crossed her fingers.

"What the?" Jen asked.

"Jen! Babe! Uh... I uh... I-I-I wanted to try something new with you." Bryce thought on the fly.

Tara didn't hear yelling, this was a very good sign. In the room, Jen said nothing, too enthralled to see her boyfriend bent over with a vibrator in his ass. "Something new, huh?" She blushed, rubbing his cheeks.

Jen was as enthralled by Bryce's out-of-nowhere surprise just as

Bryce was to see Tara's cock through the makeshift glory hole.

She gave his cheeks a slap, and gently stroked the dildo inside of Bryce. He moaned, smirking as she picked up pace fucking him with the dildo.

Tara heard the moans and sighed of relief. Her hasty and not well-thought-out plan was already working perfectly. Her dick perked back up, and she gently stroked.

"So, is this what you like, huh?" Jen asked.

"Yes." Bryce moaned.

"You want a dildo in your ass?"

"I want you to fuck my ass, baby."

Jen toggled between stroking the dildo and spanking him with one hand, while the other was dedicated to furiously rubbing herself to the whole scene.

"Oh God, this is so hot!" Jen moaned.

"Yeah baby, fuck me." Bryce moaned as he began to stroke himself.

Jen gave his cheeks a good slap. "Fuck, you have such a cute ass babe." Jen moaned.

She gripped his cheek hard, and stuffed two fingers inside of her. Jen took her other hand, made a fist and bit on it. She came. Jen nearly fell over from her orgasm, instead flopping on the bed, her body nearly convulsing. Bryce wiped some sweat from his forehead, took out the dildo, and hopped on the bed next to Jen who had calmed. The two made out passionately. Tara heard the loud sounds of lips smacking, she was impressed with her quick work.

"That was amazing. Thank you so much for trying to think of something new." Jen cooed, kissing him again.

"Well, I, thought I'd give it a try." More kissing.

"I really wish you just said something sooner, but, this is okay." Bryce then stopped her from kissing him again. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, like most things, you never think! If you'd stop and look in a mirror now and then, maybe you'd see we do the same old shit night after night and maybe some fucking change was in order."

"Son of a bitch! You can't go five fucking minutes without being a royal asshole, can't you?" Bryce asked.

As they continued to squabble for the umpteenth time, Tara groaned, and knocked the back of her head into the wall, abandoning her gentle masturbation.

"They were so fucking close." She mumbled.

Later that day, closer to sunset, Jen was decked out in running gear, and was about to go for a beach-side jog, alone. This was mostly due to the fact that, you guessed it, her and Bryce were at it again.

"We're on vacation!" Bryce yelled, naked. "And we're barely wearing any clothes around here as it is!"

"Doesn't mean we can treat this place like your fucking disgusting room at home... or mine! Stop living like a pig and clean up your God damn mess!" Jen shouted before leaving out the front door.

"Yeah! Fuck you very much!" Bryce hollered. He turned, to see Tara, still naked, leaning against the hallway wall. "Two pairs of socks on the floor, she acts like I couldn't clean if my life depended on it."

"Not to pile on, but, that bowl of yours on the kitchen table has been there since yesterday."

Bryce rolled his eyes. He charged past Tara and into his and Jen's room, which had far more than two pairs of socks on the floor. Bryce started to pick a few things up, while Tara got a nice little show of him bending over, which perked her up a little.

"You know Bryce, I get that she clearly has control issues, and I'm still here to help--"

"--But, let me guess: I'm a fucking lazy-ass, right?"

"I didn't say that. You said that. Don't project your negativity onto me because you're mad at Jen... or yourself.

Bryce lazily threw the clothes into his suitcase. "How is this helping me?"

"Both of you. I'm helping both of you."

"You haven't said five words to Jen--and by the way, great work on leaving me with my dildo up my ass for Jen to see me. Missed her by that much."

"Yeah, and how did that go? Cause from my paper thin walls, I heard some passionate dominating going on, and isn't that your whole thing, sexually, right now?"

Bryce sighed. She was right. "Okay, point proven, but we fought immediately afterwards. So, what the fuck?"

"Pardon the cliche, but: Rome wasn't built in a day, and, did you maybe try to deescalate instead of going on defense all the time, hmm?" Tara asked.

"She came at me, I was being nice."

"Okay, sometimes you have to eat a little shit from time to time, clearly, it's not like Jen isn't justified to be upset with you, I mean, look how you carry yourself, Bryce. I'd be pissed too if you had the direction and common-sense of a sloth. Self-reflection!"

Bryce sighed again. "So, what? I should have apologized?"

"Maybe."

"Well, how long of being her punching bag do I have to be before I am allowed to call her out?" he asked.

"Hopefully, if you start making improvements, it will happen far less, and you don't always have to be top dog in every fight. You obviously have a penchant for the submissive, I don't understand why that has to end at the bedroom." Tara added, walking over and sitting on the messy bed. "She's smart, I'm guessing. She can see you're trying. But you have to be consistent. If you can tell that you've made improvements, and she's not satisfied, she's never going to be for reasons out of your control, that's when you'll need to strongly consider breaking it off or being miserable." Tara explained, slowly stroking herself. Bryce nodded.

"Okay, I'll uh, you know, be better."

"Communicate, deescalate, acknowledge her concerns." Tara coached him.

"I can do that. Now what?" He shrugged.

Tara smiled. "Now? I get to fuck you in your ass until you overflow with my cum."

Bryce blushed. "Oh yeah?"

"Unfinished business from earlier. Which we would have most certainly done had Jen not come a-knocking. But, I was happy with the result for you two. Go get that dildo of yours and warm yourself up for me. I wanna stroke to you ramming that thing in your tight hole."

Didn't have to tell Bryce twice. He got his dildo from the nightstand, which he no longer needed to hide. He got a bottle of lube and greased the dildo and his asshole, stretching himself out and slowly ramming the dick inside of him.

Tara laid up on the bed and jerked while Bryce fucked himself. "Mmm, Jen is so lucky to have such a sex-ass boyfriend. Soon to be more understanding, caring..."

"Kind of a mood killer." Bryce moaned.

"You need to think of self betterment no matter what you're doing." Tara warned. "Enough, you're ready and I've been dreaming of pounding that tush all day. Get over here." She ordered.

Bryce took out the dildo and hopped on the bed. Tara guided him over to straddle over her cock. He faced her. Slowly, he, with Tara's assistance lowered his asshole on Tara's cock. There was a little push, then he sunk right onto it, gravity let him take it all in. Bryce moaned and blushed.

"Oh yeah."

"Bounce bitch." Tara winked.

Bryce had experience with his dildo, sure, but a real dick was something else entirely. He slowly moved his hips, taking Tara in small inches. Tara occasionally gave his cheeks a slap.

"That's good. A little faster."

"Oh yeah. That's a big dick."

"The better to fuck you with."

Bryce picked up speed, moving his hips faster to accept more and more of Tara inside of him. He grunted as her cock stretched him out more and more.

"Oh yeah. Oh fuck yes." Bryce groaned.

"You like getting ass-fucked by a big cock, don't you?" Tara asked.

"Yes. Yes I do."

Bryce reached out behind him and stretched his cheeks out as he bounced hard on Tara, so much so it was shaking the bed. He could feel his rectum stretching out.

"That's a good bottom." Tara cooed.

Bryce worked his hips and bounced hard, his asshole clenching down on Tara's dick, he huffed as his rectum kept getting stretched out more and more.

"Oh baby, yes!"

Bryce got his ass all the way onto Tara before pulling up hard, then back down again. He did this a few more times before Tara slowly pulled him off of her.

"Not bad." She puffed. "Why don't you shove your face down into the sheets and stick that cute booty in the air for me."

"Okay."

Bryce did as he was told and put himself in the position he was in when Tara found him earlier. Tara crawled behind Bryce, giving his right cheek a slap. She gripped onto his hips and shoved her cock in his ass all the way immediately.

"Oh fuck!" Which surprised Bryce a little.

"It's okay. It's just me." Tara chuckled.

She thrust her hips into Bryce hard, not even thinking about being gentle. Bryce appreciated this as his ass was now well accommodated to being fucked.

Tara tried to push herself in and then slowly pull out, then continued this move until it almost made Bryce lose control and fall over. He moaned.

"Oh yeah, oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

"You like this? Bet you wish this was Jen with a big strap-on cock riding your booty, right?" Tara asked.

Actually, he was. Bryce toggled between Tara and a strap-on clad Jen butt ramming him. The thought of his hot girlfriend pegging his ass really turned him on.

Tara smiled. Her cock ever growing inside of Bryce as she continuously obliterated his asshole. She gripped his hips harder and thrust with all her might.

Tara worked Bryce good, leaving marks on his hips from gripping him so hard, a grip she used as leverage to better pound his ass with every bit of strength she possessed.

"God, that's big!" Bryce huffed.

"And you're so tight. Hope you're ready for me to... cum." Tara panted.

"Yes! God yes!"

Tara pushed deep into Bryce, making sure she was balls deep inside of is ass. "Time to mark my territory!"

With one final grunt, she came, her cock gushing inside of Bryce's bowels like a water pistol. Bryce gripped onto the sheets and bit down on them as well. He, of course, never got a cream pie, but, he didn't know what he was missing.

After a few moments, Tara pulled out of him, some cum leaked out as Bryce's sphincter contracted.

"Oh yeah, look at my cum inside your tight fuck hole." She gave his ass a good slap. "Did you like that, cutie?"

"Fucking yes!" Bryce moaned.

"Good. Now all we need is for you to get Jen to fuck you. That will help your relationship on the road to recovery. Hold that pose, I want to capture this." Tara ran to get her phone, then ran back to catch a few candid snapshots of Bryce in this most compromising position. "Such a hot cum dump. Now, clean yourself up, bitch."

"Yes ma'am." Bryce got up, clenched his cheeks, and headed for the bathroom.

A bit later he was showering, He heard someone enter. Bryce peaked from the curtain and saw a sweaty and hot Jen take off her running clothes.

"Hey." She said.

"Uh, hey." Bryce smiled, remembering everything Tara taught him. "Um, you wanna join me?"

Jen shrugged. "Sure."

She finished getting naked and hopped in. They started to soap one another up, it was fairly quiet for a few beats, only the sound of the rushing water was making any noise.

"So, um, I'm uh, sorry, about, being lazy, and not listening to you."

Jen smiled. "It's okay. I saw you cleaned up. I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

"I still wish you'd be more mindful, you know? But it's fine."

Bryce took a deep breath. Normally he'd snap at a crack like that, but he was learning.

"I need to get better, you're right. You're right. So, I'll just keep trying."

Jen smiled. "Like uh, that kinky-ness from earlier?"

He smiled too. "Yeah. Um, wanna you know, finger me?"

Jen said nothing. She turned him around, bent him over the wall and stuffed two fingers inside his already spent ass. Bryce moaned loudly, and stroked himself.

Tara laid in bed, she could hear it all unfold. It was like sweet music. It even lulled her to sleep. She had a lot of thoughts on her mind, but her next big thought was Jen.

Next morning came. Tara had been impromptu housemates with the squabbling couple for two days now, and she was quick to realize they rarely seemed to do anything as a couple. They came there to surf, hell, it's how they met; they're staying mere spitting distance from primo ocean waves, and yet, they treated the ocean like it was part of a divorce settlement. Bryce, who acted like surfing was all he ever did, literally to his romantic, personal, and professional detriment; and this morning was only the second time he planned on putting board to water. Hell, he took more dick in his ass than he did sand in his shorts.

For almost the first time since arriving, Bryce had some clothes on, meaning his board shorts. He had surf board in hand and headed past the back gate to the beach, not so much as a passing goodbye to Jen, who was sunning herself naked on one of the lawn chairs.

Tara sighed, though she heard nary a peep out of the two of them since some romance last night, this barely speaking was about as frustrating to her as their constant bickering.

But, Tara was not one to give up. This convenience meant she could start her 'counseling' on Jen. She was nervous, as she was able to lowkey catch Bryce in his kink. She was afraid trying to bust a move on Jen, know-it-all notwithstanding, was ostensibly smarter and more put together than Bryce was. It stood to reason just stuffing her cock through the glory hole in the bathroom and seeing if she'll suck was probably not the way to go... or was it?

It was convenient that their casual nude-at-home policy was working gangbusters as whenever the three were confined to the bungalow they basically wore nothing at most times, even Jen. Had she kept more clothes on at home, Tara would probably just try the verbal counseling method... which would further complicate things if she fucked only Bryce.

Tara walked over to Jen. "Cool if I do some stretches?"

"I don't frankly care if you do anything." Jen responded.

Ugh. Tara didn't want to take sides, but, she did nothing to Jen, and this is how she treats her? Or, did Bryce wear Jen down to a cynical bitch with his lazy ways and self-absorbed demeanor? Tara was determined to get to the bottom of it. Or, at the very least, to the bottom of Jen.

"I just ask, because, I'd hate for you to catch a glimpse of something you may not like."

"We've been living together butt naked since we arrived, Tara. It's cool, no shame, you have nothing I haven't seen."

"Oh? I'm not your first trans?"

"You are. I meant: Bryce has a dick, and I have breasts. On that note, I'm sorry if we're a little much. I'm more than well aware we fight a lot."

"Couples fight." Tara assured her. "But not like this. What's up with you two?" She knew, though it was from Bryce's point of view. She needed Jen's side of the story.

"I'm in a post-grad internship. I've had two excellent interviews for a sweet-sweet gig in Manhattan. Like, next week, I have a big panel interview with the HR manager, COO, and two board members for this massive company. It would-it would be an amazing opportunity and here comes fucking Bryce with his nostalgic head up California's ass."

"Doesn't want to move, does he?"

"He barely leaves our town. Hell, he works in LA, and we surf in LA and Malibu, I can count on two hands the amount of places we've been anywhere else that don't involve surfing. And I love surfing, but for fucks sake, if he could live in the water, he would, as long as you could move the beach to Santa Clarita!"

"I understand, and I feel for you. You've been together for years. Bryce has known about your career path, right?"

"Marketing." Jen answered.

"Okay, and, that's a career where you can work literally anywhere. Has living in New York city been a dream of yours?"

"No, but this is a freaking awesome opportunity for me."

"I agree. And, how did you break this news to Mr. Nostalgia?" Tara asked.

"Last week after my last interview."

Hmm, a puzzle was coming together. "Uh-huh." Tara nodded. "You, didn't think to mention applying to this job? Now, you're two interviews deep for a position three time zones away and how did you expect him to act?"

"Gee, you mean, like a grown-up?" Jen sarcastically asked.

On paper, Jen had the upper hand. While true, springing this on Bryce and presumably their families probably spurred some anxiety and uncertainty, however, adults can make adult decisions, and other adults should have some self-awareness about the mobility of the job market.

"Jenny." Tara began. "You're right. But, you can't be surprised in some way when there's resistance for this massive change on a moment's notice. Sure, from what I gather about Bryce, he's about as put together as a broken vase, but, he's still a human who deserves a say in how your relationship goes. You don't have to honor that say... but you have to respect and acknowledge it."

"What does that mean?" Jen asked.

"Listen to his concerns."

"His first rebuttal was quote-unquote: 'Atlantic coast surfing is dog shit'. How am I supposed to take him seriously when his brain is just a twenty-foot cyclone that he's riding?"

"Well, then, it might be time to have a hard conversation with Bryce about your future together."

"But I don't want to break up with him. Contrarily to what you've seen, I fucking love Bryce, with all my heart. I'm waiting for him to come to his senses, bust open his piggy bank--not a metaphor, he has an actual honest-to-Christ ceramic piggy bank, and buy me a fucking ring already! And by the way, this is a piggy bank he bought two fucking years ago... with his own money."

'Dear God, I butt fucked a man who has a legit piggy bank' Tara thought to herself, pinching her nose. "Okay, you love him, good. But, how is this move going to work?"

"Please, he'll get over it. He'll find something there he likes to do, and before you know it, he's walking around with a Yankees cap whistling to Frank Sinatra... or at least, Frank Sinatra by CAKE."

"You like to control things, don't you?" Tara asked, as if she didn't know.

"Someone in the relationship has to."

"I agree, if Bryce cares for you, he might gripe and bitch about it, but, I can see him following you despite any reservations he may have. I may do you some good to let go now and again. Losing a little control is okay. It keeps us human."

"He needs to take charge, I'd like to, and on so many things."

So many things, eh? Tara had a sneaky suspicion that was some more variety in the bedroom. Tara made sure she was stretching basically in front of Jen, bending over so she got a full view of her beautiful booty.

Jen stopped for a moment, and stared, blushing as she did. "Um, y-yeah."

"Like what?" Tara asked.

"Just, I dunno, adult shit. Like, I don't want to be the one to remember all the important obligations in our relationship." Jen stammered.

Tara pondered 'this may be easier than I thought'. Tara was self-aware, she knew there was some attraction they both had to her, she could tell they were enthralled by her cock the minute they first laid their eyes on her.

Her worries about Jen thinking with her head and not with her pussy were being slowly abated as she bent so far she looked under her legs, seeing Jen staring right at her ass. Jen's eyes found Tara's and she snapped out of it, crossing her legs.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

"It's perfectly a-okay with me. You said so yourself, nothing you haven't seen already."

Jen rolled her eyes. "Not like Bryce didn't stare."

"Oh, he did, but, it's fair for you. We do walk around naked, don't think I haven't returned the favor." Tara cooed.

She moved herself backwards that much closer to Jen, who she hoped would just go for it, or something. She knew the things Jen was alluding to when she wanted Bryce to take charge, namely in the bedroom, as she was particularly interested in their kinky butt play the day before. Yet, she was still in control.

However, unlike Bryce who could only seem to daydream about surf, Jen had the ability to perform complex daydreams, she felt herself enthralled with Tara's ass, her cock and balls dangling as she was bent over in front of her.

Jen, herself very sexually frustrated for reasons you can imagine, daydreamed she latched her hands onto Tara's ass and pulled her in immediately, sucking her face onto Tara's asshole.

"Mmm. That's what I wanted, yes!"

Jen slathered up around Tara's rim, a hand gripping and stroking her cock to full erection as she did. Tara simply smirked being bent over and serviced.

"Jerk my cock you slut. Yes, yes!"

She got Tara's cock fully hard, then fondled har balls with her hand while sticking her tongue inside of Tara's asshole, lubing it up nice and good. This, needless to say made fantasy Jen very, very wet.

Tara released herself. "Bend over that chair, bitch!"

Jen did as told and Tara got behind her sexy ass immediately and shoved her cock into Jen's pussy. Tara humped her furiously, and Jen moaned.

"Oh yeah! Yeah baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Tara slammed herself into Jen, nearly knocking her over. "You like getting fucked hard, huh?"

"Yes! God, I needed this! Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!"

Tara was happy to oblige and grabbed Jen's ponytail, yanking it back, using this to thrust herself in and out of her. Tara smacked Jen's ass as she rammed her snatch.

"Baby yes!" Jen cried. "Make me your bitch!"

"Oh, I already have."

Tara continued her pounding of Jen's pussy, yanking her hair back as a pulley for her thrusts. Unfortunately for Jen, she was forced to snap out of it...

..."Jen!"

Literally, Tara was snapping her fingers in front of Jen's face. She was back to reality, and incredibly moist. Jen looked around, seeing Tara shrugging in front of her.

"You okay?" Tara asked.

"Oh, um... y-y-yeah. Uh, g-good talk. I-I-I gotta go!" Jen quickly got off the chair and hurried inside.

Tara smirked. She didn't know the exact content of Jen's fantasy, but she knew Jen was thinking about her... or, at least of Bryce.

"Time to see if this story has any legs." Tara smiled before casually going back inside herself.

She walked down the hall, she could hear Jen rummaging around in the bathroom. She walked into her own, and through the glory hole heard Jen's sink running. Tara was fully erect. She found a bottle of her lube and greased herself up.

Jen splashed water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She took deep breaths, not wanting to talk to herself out of fear of who might be listening. As she was able to assure herself that was merely a fantasy, she turned, and there was Tara's lubed cock, fully through the glory hole.

She stopped and stared at it; just as enthralled by it's sudden appearance the way Bryce was just the previous day. Jen knelt down right next to it.

"Well?" Tara asked from behind the wall. "It's not gonna fuck itself."

Some things she and Bryce had in common: shamelessness, and curiosity. Both of these took over for her as they did her boyfriend, who sucked Tara but good the other day.

"Fuck itself, huh?" Jen scoffed. She turned herself around and got in a bear crawl position, gently backing her pussy into Tara's dick, she fit like a glove.

Tara could easily feel herself inside of Jen, knowing by the added moisture and easy entry she was inside her snatch. Tara, however, was interested somewhere else.

"No-no. Not there." Tara said from behind the wall.

Jen pushed herself out of Tara, knowing by process of elimination she meant her asshole. Wow, many very repressed and very kinky thoughts exploded in Jen's head as though pandora's box flung open.

Jen gently bent lower and stuck her ass up, using one hand to guide Tara's cock to her puckered hole while the other athletically kept her body prone. Tara gently pushed, trying not to let her dick slip.

"You need to push slowly." Jen coached her.

'God, she is a fucking know-it-all'. Tara thought to herself. "Don't tell me how to top a tushy." Tara scolded.

She didn't want to give Jen the satisfaction, but she wasn't wrong. Tara slowly pushed in, she could hear Jen huff and puff as her asshole contracted but ultimately gave in and Tara could feel her tip snugly inside Jen's ass.

"Now, you need to push." Tara hissed.

Jen moved her hips back, and her ass took in more of Tara, until her cheeks touched the wall. Tara blushed. She couldn't see, but knew Tara had more experience in this department than Bryce... or maybe she was just more flexible? Anyway, Tara pushed herself from the wall to gently thrust in and out of Jen.

Jen blushed and moaned as her ass stretched to make more room for Tara as it pushed its way inside her rectum. She huffed, grunting and keeping her bod in that plank position.

"Oh baby. Fuck me. Fuck my asshole with that cock! So fucking thick!" Jen moaned.

Tara's hips thrust, not stopping as her dick continued to pound Jen's booty. She could start to feel the difference between Jen and Bryce: Bryce was tight, but, so much practice with that dildo of his, mostly due to the fact he was very routine with it made for a tight but more seasoned fuck.

Jen on the other hand very extremely tight. She had more experience because she was just used to getting fucked, so she knew how to position herself for maximum pleasure for both; hence the flexibility. She was ultimately tighter.

"Oh yes, yeah you're so tight." Tara moaned.

Tara was huffing out of breath, something then hit her. She could feel Jen wasn't moving her body at all, and Tara was forced to do all the work, though the paper-thin wall made this task difficult, there was no reason for Jen to just plank it there.

"Uh, how about some hips, bitch?" Tara hissed.

"Oh, sorry!"

Jen thrust herself onto the wall and off. Tara smiled, not only for her bottom to obediently follow directions, but also this made everything feel that much better.

"That's the ticket. Keep going, I'm getting close!"

She was. Tara was filling out Jen's bowels nicely, especially now that Jen was adding something more to the equation. Jen grunted as she kept on pushing.

"Fuck me, fuck me! Cum in my ass! Fucking cum in me!"

Tara smirked, she just about to. She could feel her cock getting engorged, and that feeling of movement going through her shaft. She bit her lip as her dick was all the way inside of Jen.

"Fuck!"

"Gah!"

And Tara came hard, her seed filling up all of Jen's rectum. Jen made sure her ass was right up against the wall as Tara's cock spilled itself deep into her butt.

After a few moments, it subsided. Tara, feeling she was done slowly pulled herself out of Jen, and out of the glory hole. Jen collapsed on the floor. She heard footsteps, and in a few moments, Tara, dick greased and dripping with post-cum stood above her.

Moments later, after some cleaning up, They sat on Jen and Bryce's bed, having a similar post-affair convo.

"The dirty secret is: I want to be dominated. Like, really, really dominated." Jen explained. "But, all we do is missionary."

Tara sighed, the puzzle was complete. "Communication, doll. Seriously, tell him what you want, he might surprise you."

"Actually, he kind of did." Jen chuckled. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but fuck it, Bryce likes to get his ass fucked, too."

Tara feigned shock. "He does?"

"He has a dildo and everything. I caught him fucking himself with it yesterday, and it was kind of nice, we did a little thing then and later, and I dunno, maybe... maybe you have a point, if I listened to him more, I might actually walk away with something in this relationship." She shrugged.

"There you go!"

"The problem is, Bryce never learns! I'm not sure he really can change, that's why I'll always be stuck doing all the work in this relationship, financially or otherwise, and I'll always look like the asshole. It isn't fair."

It wasn't, but, Jen was missing the point. In one breath she loves him and wants to help, but in the other, she falls right back into her habit of being in control. Tara had her plan.

"Well, what if... what if I told you I can help save your relationship?" Tara asked.

"How?"

"I'm a perfectly neutral third party who is sharing a dwelling with you both all week, why the fuck not?"

"Pardon my cynicism, but, what's in it for you?" Jen asked.

Tara smirked. "Your ass. You want to be dominated? You just found yourself a willing and very excited dom."

Jen blushed. She liked the sound of that, especially if more of what she just experienced was to come. That was sexier than any fantasy Jen ever had. But, practical Jen rejoined the chat. She sighed.

"But how am I going to live with myself knowing I just gave Bryce the satisfaction of fucking up a six year relationship by cheating on him? He'd never let me live it down--nor should he, if he doesn't break up with me on the spot."

Tara obviously had the ace up her sleeve of throwing herself under the bus by puppet-mastering the whole affair, but, she couldn't let Jen know that, not yet anyway.

"And, he needs to know, because why?" Tara asked. "You'll both never see me again after this week. Let me help you find common ground with Bryce, and, give you some sexy knowhow to release your inner sub, which, I think might excite your boyfriend, oblivious as he may be."

Jen sighed. "Fuck it. The deed is done, can't go back now. Might as well get something out of this affair. I'm in. What do I do?" Jen asked.

"First..." Tara cupped Jen's chin. "You need to let go. I am in control, you need to be willing to accept my lessons. All of them, if there's something sexual you have reservations with, let me know, but my relationship advice; heed it, all of it, and I will save you two together. Understand?" She finished. Jen nodded, and blushed. "Good. Now, aside from some ass-fucking, what else would you be into?" Tara asked.

"Well, I-I know this'll sound strange, but, I really want to be restrained, but in a straight jacket, and bent over and fucked." Jen explained sheepishly.

"That can be arranged, but, as for now, you'll have to settle for what I've got. I think I'm ready for round two, that means I'll return in a moment. I want your ass bent over the bed, don't move." Tara commanded.

Jen obediently did as told. Tara went back to her room. Always in the mood for kink, in addition to her tattoo paraphernalia, Tara always traveled with some tools of the trade: a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, riding crop, and ball gag.

She returned moments later, and laid out her tools in front of Jen. "Okay, down for all of this. So, like, I'd also like to be spanked over the knee at some point. And, can you pull my hair as you fuck me, and--"

Tara took the ball gag, and stuffed it into Jen's mouth, wrapping the belt behind her head.

"You're cute, but you talk way too much. Just go with the flow, okay?" Tara asked. Jen shrugged and nodded. "If it's too much, kick your feet a few times, I'll know when to stop."

Tara then took the bracelets and cuffed Jen's hands behind her back. She then grabbed the crop and immediately started to pepper Jen's ass with smacks. Jen groaned, but then moaned. This was what she was hoping for,

"Such a bad little booty." Tara cooed. "We'll soon fix that."

She continued to lay smacks on Jen, some marks forming. Jen winced a little, but kept her feet in place, she wanted to keep going. After a few more smacks Tara lubed up her cock with one hand, and took the other and laid some smacks on each cheek while Jen was bent over.

"That should do it." Tara smiled.

She got up on the bed and brought Jen up. She had Jen facing away, her ass towards Tara's dick. Tara slid her cock right in and Jen blushed, bouncing her sore ass hard and fast.

"Hmm, you learn quick." Tara smirked.

She gave Jen's ass some smacks as she bounced herself hard on the bed. Tara was impressed, Jen was flexible and knew how to use her body to her advantage. Tara played with her breasts while Jen bounced.

"You're gonna be my little booty bitch this week, huh?" Tara asked, giving Jen's cheeks a spank. "Huh?"

Jen nodded furiously, dropping all her weight down on Tara's rock hard cock. Tara moaned, getting close again, ready to fill Jen up for the second time. And, not wanting to have a close call like with Bryce before she didn't want to take too long, once Jen had a few more bounces Tara thrust her hips into Jen more until she gushed cum yet again.

Jen sat right down to make sure all of Tara's cum filled up her ass. After a few minutes of huffing and panting, Tara pulled Jen off of her, and positioned herself bent over the bed.

"Don't move." She ordered. Jen loyally nodded.

Tara ran to get her camera, and ran back, getting another candid snap of her second bitch bent over with a butt full of her cum. "That's beautiful." Tara smiled. She undid the cuffs and the ball gag. "Clean yourself up, slut. That was excellent for a first day. But, remember what I told you: communication. Listen to him."

Jen nodded, and headed for the bathroom. She had an idea.

It was a bit later, and Bryce returned from surfing. Unusual on this day, he kept his sand-covered wet suit and board out in the back yard, instead of tracking half of La Jolla beach inside the bungalow like a jerk-ass. Now naked, he headed over to their room where he was greeted by Jen. Her ass was bent on the bed in the direction of the doorway, and Bryce's dildo was up her bum.

"Oh, hey babe. I uh... I thought we'd try something new, too."

Bryce's cock immediately stood at attention. He walked over. "Fuck yeah, babe!"

He took the dildo out and immediately replaced it with his cock, and Jen took her third cock in her ass in as many hours, moaning as Bryce thrusted all his strength into her.

Tara laid in bed, hearing their passionately love-making and smiled, scrolling over the photos she took of both of their asses bent over with her cream pie in their tushies. But, this was a good first impression to get them to listen, but the battle was far from over.

The next day, Tara, ready for the expo, sat and ate breakfast. She was clothed, Bryce an Jen weren't. Tara sat in the middle of the table and the two 'lovebirds' sat on each end opposite one another. They said nothing, both toggling between looking at one another, and glancing over at Tara.

Tara took a look at them both, then looked forward. It was shaping up to be a long, messy... she then smirked; but sexy week.

Thanks so much for reading, part two coming soon, comments and feedback always appreciated. Until next time, I'm Hugh Jass, and it's been my pleasure to present you with this story.