Chapter 10: Revelation

As I stood up, removing the dual dildo strapped around my waist, a wave of regret washed over me. I felt the weight of my actions settle heavily upon my shoulders, a mix of exhilaration and remorse flooding through me. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and something indiscernible, and my heart raced as I met Fay’s intense gaze. She remained locked in a stare, her breathing labored as her chest rose and fell.

Guilt consumed me as I realized the extent of what I had done, the force with which I had used the dildo on her throat, even as Fay’s mother seemingly encouraged me to continue. Taking in the scene, I saw Fay’s mother dismounting from Zoe’s face, looking somewhat upset as I removed the dildo from myself. Zoe’s expression revealed traces of facesitting, a mix of amusement and disdain amidst the aftermath of our encounter.

I wanted to speak, to apologize, but the words stuck in my throat. Fay’s harsh breathing filled the silence, a stark reminder of the intensity of our actions. Helpless and exposed, I understood that nothing would ever be the same. Zoe and Louis left the room, leaving me alone with Fay.

Bracing for her reaction, I reached out to help her up, searching for the right words. Unexpectedly, Fay began to speak, catching me off guard with her confession. She shared memories of her sister, Cassie, and her similar experiences, recounting the relentless thrusting of a dildo into her throat. Her admission left me speechless, realizing the gravity of our actions.

As I processed Fay’s revelation, a pang of guilt struck me. I had been concerned about obstructing her breathing with the dildo, only to discover it allowed air to pass through. Fay mentioned how similar our encounter was to what Cassie used to do to her, stripping her bare in front of others and thrusting the dildo hard for extended periods.

Her words hung in the air, laden with meaning. Fay’s vulnerability and resilience became apparent, and I grasped the complexity of the situation. Despite my initial panic, I understood the impact of my actions. This realization brought newfound clarity about my identity and the path ahead.

Zoe and Fay’s mother returned with water, offering a glimpse into their relationship’s complexities. Still processing everything, I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty. What would happen next? The question lingered, casting a shadow of doubt.

Louis hinted at Zoe having an answer to my question about how she knew Tim’s family. Zoe’s mischievous smile hinted at a request that sent shivers down my spine. I agreed, steeling myself for whatever revelation Zoe was about to share.

As Fay returned, positioned on the rug with her hair in pigtails, and Louis handed me the cleaned dildo to strap back on, I felt a mix of discomfort and anticipation. Zoe guided me into position over Fay’s face, and Louis mentioned the term “faces sit,” instructing me to push the dildo deep into Fay’s throat and count to sixty seconds.

The word carried weight, hinting at desires beneath the surface. Fay’s silence spoke volumes, and I knew what I had to do. As I thrust down, I felt a sense of liberation, shedding the constraints of the past. Zoe’s narrative continued, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences.