Growing Up More
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 10: A Crazy Time
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10: A Crazy Time - The second book in the growing up series. Margot goes to school. Note: The first chapters are much darker than the first series. I have posted chapters 5, 6, and 7 earlier than expected because I wanted to move through the dark times faster. These took a long time to write because of how much abuse Margot suffers.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Lesbian School Incest Mother Daughter Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts
“What the hell, Margot? Are you crazy?” Fenna said. Her right nipple slipped out of her dress, but she didn’t notice, although I did, and regretted my outburst, except I didn’t, I just didn’t deserve her. Any guy and most of the women in the room wanted her. She could do so much better than me.
“Fenna, you’re leading my mom’s boss on. It’s like you want to fuck him. And his wife. Hell, your nipple slipped out, and you don’t even care,” I said. My heart vibrated with fear. She hates me. I hate me. Understandable, as I can’t do anything right. I always screw everything up.
“Yeah, Roger wants to fuck me. That handsome, successful guy, with a big-titted wife, wants to bend me over the table and fuck me,” Fenna screamed. Spit flew as she thrust her chest out towards me and clenched her hands. I wanted to curl into a ball. Fenna never gets mad, or so Bella and Julia claim, but around me, she gets mad all the time.
“And his wife, she wants to fuck me,” Fenna said, still loud, but while her face remained red, she didn’t appear as angry. I couldn’t look at her. Instead, I stared at her feet, with her high heels. She wobbled, and her calves flexed with each movement. My focus stayed on her feet so I wouldn’t cry. The gold clasp on her heels glinted in the subdued bathroom light. Her reflection gleamed off the polished floor, which caused my heart to leap and remember my fall in the fast-food restaurant, when I discovered my hunger for pain. She might slip in those heels, and I wanted to hold her, support her, but she hated me because I deserved it.
“Yeah, I could go out there right now, pull up my dress, and Roger would fuck me on the table, his wife’s pussy in my face. Your mother could play with my breasts,” Fenna said, normal volume, no longer upset. Her nipple still peeked out. I met her gaze, her eyes moist, and her cheeks glowed. Her perfume overpowered the sterile bathroom smell and caused a smile to form on my face. She didn’t hate me.
“The bus boy, waiter, waitress, valet, that old guy, and his old wife could join,” Fenna said. She smiled. I smiled. We gazed at each other.
“Out there, in that restaurant, everyone wants to fuck me, or hates me because their man wants to fuck me,” Fenna said.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, afraid of the answer, but I would share. Even a small piece of Fenna, a little bit of time with Fenna, I would thank the heavens for. Too good for me, I didn’t understand why she would want to spend time with me, but I vowed to cherish each moment from now on.
“Yes. I want everyone in the room to want to fuck me, and so do you,” Fenna said. My eyes widened. Why would I want to share Fenna? I would? But I don’t want to share, with strangers, I want my time with Fenna. I want her to want me, even though I didn’t deserve her.
“What? What the fuck, Fenna?” I asked. She didn’t make sense. Why would I want everyone to fuck her? I wanted her to myself. I would share, but I didn’t want to. Just the thought made my heart squeeze and my lungs gasp for oxygen. And why did she smile when she said that?
“Because, while every one of those people in the room wants me, most would pay thousands to fuck me, I will, instead, grab your hand, and go home with you, where I will fuck your brains out,” Fenna said. Too much marijuana. It must have fried her brain. Her logic made no sense. But, it did, in a way, if you look at it from upside down, and sideways, it may have made sense.
Awe-struck, I stared at her and asked, “What do you mean?” Her smile slipped before it returned with full force, bright white teeth, with a tiny line of red lipstick on her right front tooth. Her eyes sparkled, like her dress, which still exposed her erect red nipple. I blinked multiple times to try to wake up, or clear my vision, or do something to bring reality back in focus.
“I mean, yes, I have huge breasts, and they look amazing in this dress, and every guy wants me, but I want you, I love you,” Fenna said, and my lungs filled with oxygen, which made me dizzy and euphoric, and my hand shook as I steadied myself against the cold brown tiled wall. Her nipple still taunted me, but so did her lips, and her legs, and the lips between her legs. Desire and lust bounced around my body, and caused my kitty to leak, my nipples to hurt, and my whole body to burn.
“You do?” I asked in a soft voice, barely over the hum of the bathroom fan.
“Yes. Every guy and most women will hate you, because they want to be you,” she said. Which I guess made sense.
“I...” I tried to thank her, to say I loved her, to tell her how much she meant to me, but nothing came out. My mouth moved, but my tongue couldn’t coordinate with my lips, and only mumbles emerged. My hand, the wall, held me up, because the room spun and tilted, as Fenna, in her red dress, with her nipple, and her lips, and eyes, didn’t move. The world revolved around her. I orbited around her.
“Margot, you’re beautiful, and I have always loved you, ever since you showed up to the first practice. And when you walked into the washroom, I almost pushed Lise away, and begged you to fuck me,” Fenna said. The memory of Fenna’s fingers on the edge of the sink, her lust filled eyes as they stared at me, her long blonde hair that fell on the other side of the her head and framed her face, and her breasts, massive, red-tipped, white, that stretched toward the floor, and swayed back and forth, as Lise held her hips, and slammed the enormous strapon in and out, and how her pale, round, firm, big ass, slapped against Lise’s hips.
“Margot, I love you,” Fenna said and broke my memory for the reality of her, here, in front of me, in the most gorgeous dress, makeup, and hairstyle, and she loved me.
We hugged. My arms trembled as they wrapped around her. Safe. Warm. But also sexy, lustful, her massive breasts pressed against me, her warm, moist skin against my clammy, dry, cold skin, her breath in my right ear, her scent in my nose, we melted together, melded, into one being.
The toilet flushed, and an old lady walked out, with blue hair, a white dress, and black sensible shoes. We didn’t split, but we stared at her. What must she think? Would she call us Lezbo’s? Scream that we do the devil’s work? Or would she ignore us and complain to management instead? Our hearts increased and hammered against each other’s chests.
“In my day, we didn’t swear like sailors,” she said, winked at Fenna, and walked to the sink to wash her hands. Soap covered her paper-thin hands, then the water washed her black tipped fingers. In silence, we watched her wash, dry, and leave. Her shoes squeaked as she walked out, while her black purse with a gold chain strap bumped Fenna, then the door frame.
“Do you want to play a game?” Fenna asked and kissed my neck. I cooed and tried to kiss her lips, but she moved, and I kissed her cheek instead.
“What kind?” I asked.
“The kind where I tease Roger so much that he creams in his pants, at the dinner table, before dessert,” she said and kissed me twice on the lips, then, when she went for a third, I licked her nose, and she pulled away with a giggle and smirk. I adjusted her dress to re-cover her nipple.
“He won’t make it to dessert,” I said and grabbed her hand.
The tables closest to the washroom glared at us as we walked hand in hand. They must have heard our washroom fight. The men stared at Fenna’s breasts as we approached their table, then tried to look under her dress as we passed and walked away. A few women hit their husbands, some licked their lips, but most made a point to ignore us and eat or drink instead.
Roger stood as we returned and helped us into our chairs. He touched Fenna’s bare shoulders, gave them a quick rub, and said, “We missed you.” He sat down just as the food arrived.
I nibbled at mine while Fenna and Roger stared at each other. Crissy and Mom made small talk, but they also watched Fenna as she bent over, laughed, flipped her hair, and reached across to touch Roger’s hand when he said something witty.
A small drop of sauce fell on Fenna’s right breast, but before she could dab it up with her napkin, Crissy reached over and scooped it up with her finger. “Mmm, what wonderful flavors,” she said as she stared at Fenna, who giggled and tilted her fork to have two more drops fall on her breast.
Crissy smiled, glanced at her husband, and scooped up both with her finger, the first for her mouth, the second for her husband’s.
“Wonderful,” Roger said and sipped his drink. Fenna drained hers and ordered another.
We finished our meals. My pussy had leaked on the chair, and I had no idea how the rest of the table couldn’t smell me.
“What does everyone want for dessert? I would suggest ordering a few different ones and sharing,” Roger said and held up the dessert menu.
“Oh, I can’t see from over here, let me get closer,” Fenna said, stood up, and walked around the table. She rested her right hand on Rogers’ right shoulder and leaned forward to rest her breasts on his shoulder, which caused them to almost pop out of her dress.
“Here, Fenna, take my seat so you don’t have to stand,” Crissy said and moved to Fenna’s chair. The rest of the table couldn’t smell me, because their musk had also grown. She had an earthy smell.
“You smell wonderful, Crissy. What perfume is that?” I asked to distract her while Fenna did her thing. I needn’t have bothered, as Crissy put her hand on my knee, and said, “I like your’s better.”
“So, what do you want to get?” Mom asked. Her voice broke, and I knew that look, horny and filled with lust.
“They all look so good,” Fenna said as she pulled Crissy’s seat beside Roger and sat down with her shoulder against his shoulder, and her breast pressed against his arm. Her hand disappeared under the table.
“Pick what you want,” Roger said, and Mom moved her chair to the other side of Roger so she could see the selection better.
“I want something sweet and moist,” Crissy said, and moved my hand to her leg, then pushed her hand up, and into my exposed pussy. I followed her example and moved my hand up her leg to her wet, slippery pussy. A nearby table dropped a fork, but too focused, no one at our table flinched. The lady at the table apologised. When I turned to see her, older, black, straight hair, with a long, thin face, and long, slender arms in a black dress that sparkled, she winked at me.
Mom’s hand joined Fenna’s, and both their shoulders indicated that they jerked him. In the soft music, low lighting, and the table’s angle, none of the neighbouring tables noticed what we did, or they didn’t care.
Crissy and I shifted down on the seats, spread our legs, and thrust fingers into each other, in time, mostly, but sometimes I moved too fast and had to slow down. She enjoyed it when I pushed slowly and rubbed her clit, which she also did to me, even though I didn’t like it as much. She couldn’t really push a fist up inside me in such a fancy restaurant.
She stared at her husband as his body stiffened, and his eyes glazed over. Fenna’s nipple escaped again, and I stared at her.
Mom glanced around, then bent over, and her head disappeared into Roger’s lap. His eyes widened, and he made a screaming face, before his eyes narrowed again, and he sighed. Mom’s head reappeared, and she wiped a bit of white off the edge of her mouth and offered it to Fenna, who sucked on her finger.
“What can I get you for dessert?” the waiter appeared and asked. He had an angry tone, but also a flushed face and tented pants.
“Bring one of everything,” Roger said as Fenna and Mom moved the chairs back, and Fenna stood and exchanged spots with Crissy.
“You cheated,” I said to Fenna and then kissed her. We shared our tongues and Roger’s taste, which I didn’t like - too salty and sour.
“All’s fair,” Fenna said and rubbed my upper back.
“I’m so full, I’m not sure if I can eat anything,” Mom said and licked her upper lip.
“Well, I need more,” Crissy said and reached over, pinched Fenna’s exposed nipple, and adjusted her dress.
“I have a few desserts at home. Let’s go to our place for dessert and a nightcap?” Roger asked.
Mom glanced at Fenna, and Fenna glanced at me. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to share, but how could I say no to Fenna? So, I nodded, and Fenna nodded, then Mom nodded.
“Excellent, let’s go then,” Roger said, and tossed his napkin on the table. Crissy linked arms between Fenna and me, and we strutted through the restaurant. Whispers followed us.
Roger talked with the maitre d’, while Mom stood beside him.
“We’ll take my car, the valet will return yours to your house,” Roger said, linked arms with Mom, and the five of us walked out into the cool night air. Grasshoppers crickited, while in the distance, cars roared down the road. The moon dominated the pale black sky, the seas on it vivid and enticing.
Mom sat in the leather passenger seat beside Roger, while we three younger women sat in the back, Crissy between Fenna and me. The cool leather tingled my thighs. Crissy pulled down Fenna’s dress to fully expose her huge breasts and erect red nipples. Roger maintained control of the car while he stared at her in the rearview mirror. Mom had her head in his lap, his dick down her throat, while her breasts swung out of her dress and brushed his hand on the stick shift.
I laid back against the door, one foot on Roger’s seat, the other on Fenna’s shoulders. Crissy had three fingers inside me, while she had a finger in Fenna, and her firm breasts exposed, with no sag like Fenna’s and much larger than mine, I liked their look, and I usually hate fake tits, but she had made them the perfect size for her thin body, big enough to appear too big, but small enough to hold and play with, perfect, with dark red tiny nipples and aerola. Unlike Mom and Fenna, she didn’t have tan lines on her breasts, so her breasts didn’t stand out and shine like theirs; instead, they appeared more subdued, but her nipples, like too small eraser points that I imagined could cut glass.
A bright headlight highlighted the obscene orgy in the car: Mom’s face in Roger’s lap, Crissy’s toned and tanned, near-nude body with her fingers deep inside me, and Fenna’s massive breasts, pale white legs, and shaved, partially open slit.
Roger pulled over and held up his phone to capture the action. Mom moaned and bobbed up and down on his dick, Fenna played with Crissy’s pussy and breasts, while Crissy shoved a finger inside Fenna, and pushed four deep into me. The car smelled like sex, and our groans and moans almost deafened me.
Another bright light shone through the car to highlight our exposed parts before it disappeared with the roar of an engine.
“Let’s get back to your place and you can see what my daughter can do,” Mom said as she released Roger’s dick, which throbbed and bounced, close to orgasm. Mom laid back against her door, put her left foot on the dashboard, and her right on top of mine. Exposed, she smiled at me and made two fists which she pumped in the air.
“Yes, hurry, Roger, I need to watch you fuck Fenna’s tits,” Crissy said, and she removed her fingers from my pussy, and reached for his phone.
“On my way,” Roger said, smashed the accelerator, and with a squeal of tires, the car rocketed down the road. He swerved across the yellow line but kept control, and we giggled in the car.
“Hurry, Roger, I want my bonus,” Mom said and pulled her breast up to suck on the nipple. I rubbed my clit, which sent incredible sensations around my body. I also wanted to see Roger fuck Fenna’s tits while she sat on my face.
We arrived at the underground garage for their penthouse and spilled out into the concrete structure half undressed, breasts exposed, pussys exposed, and Roger’s dick swinging like a pendulum. Crissy grabbed Fenna and my asses and guided us to the elevator. Mom guided Roger by his dick.
We laughed as we stumbled past silver, black, and red expensive cars and into a mirror-covered elevator that could fit the entire soccer team, and then dribbled out into their penthouse with windows that overlooked the glitter of the city. I pulled Fenna to the couch, then made her sit on my face. Her juice leaked over me as I pushed my tongue between her lips. Fenna moaned while she leaned forward with her hands on my breasts. We still wore our dresses and shoes, but it didn’t matter, because only Fenna’s pussy mattered.
“Wow, I like your daughter and her friend,” Roger said as Fenna bounced on my face, my nose against her asshole and my chin against her clit.
“You should see what she can do,” Mom said and pushed my legs apart.
“Roger, I want to film you fucking those tits, they’re so big,” Crissy said and helped Roger onto the sofa, with his knees at my hips on either side of me. Fenna leaned further forward, and her hard nipples grazed my nipples. Roger grabbed her tits, pushed them together, and slammed his dick between them.
“Roger, do you want to see what my daughter can do?” Mom asked, insistent, while she brushed her fingers up and down my legs, which caused me to leak more and to shudder with desire.
“In a second, Fenna, roll onto your back so I can fuck your tits and you can lick my balls,” Roger said and pushed Fenna over onto her back on the floor. He straddled her face, pulled her breasts together, and plunged into them again. Fenna stuck out her tongue and licked and sucked on his smooth balls.
I joined them, with my face in Fenna’s pussy.
“That looks amazing,” Crissy said as she filmed from every angle.
“Crissy, you have to get this on video,” Mom said, and with a smile and flushed face, pushed a hand inside my cunt. I screamed into Fenna and thrust my hips back.
“Did you just fist your daughter?” Crissy asked.
“Watch this,” Mom said and slipped the tips of her fingers into my ass.
I arched my back and pushed backwards. I needed Mom’s hands to fill me. I focused on Fenna’s pussy and the painful and fantastic sensations in my pussy and ass, and not that my mother did this to me.
“You’re going to double fist your daughter,” Crissy said, “Roger, you have to watch this.”
“Just a second,” Roger said and shuddered into Fenna’s tits.
Mom pushed her hand into my ass, and orgasm after orgasm caused my body to vibrate, for me to lose control of my limbs. Mom thrust her hands in and out, and I screamed and saw stars. Everything grew too bright.
“You’re double fisting your own daughter,” Roger said and pushed his slime-covered, semi-soft dick in my face. My mouth opened and engulfed him without conscious thought. I had no control over my actions as my eyes rolled up and my body shook.
“Deb, fuck her harder,” Roger said, and Mom pushed deeper inside me. It felt like she had her whole arm inside me.
“Margot, I love you,” Fenna said and placed her hand on my upper back. Too much stimuli, much too much, my toes clenched, my legs straightened, my belly and breasts rubbed against the soft white carpet, Roger’s dick grew and gagged me, while I couldn’t control my hands as my fingers tried to get a grip on the floor. Then everything went limp.
Mom pulled out of me, Roger removed his dick, as I lay on my front, the carpet held me, and a puddle of drool formed under my cheek. Overwhelmed, my insides felt empty and too exposed, but I smiled. My lips wouldn’t create anything but a smile.
I watched Fenna and Crissy kiss, then Crissy licked Roger’s cum off her chest. I watched Roger line up Mom, Crissy, and Fenna, and fuck them in turn, thirty or forty seconds each, until Crissy grew upset and left the room.
Roger had just thrust into Mom, who, on all fours, hung her head, hair on the ground, breasts long, almost thin from gravity, when Crissy returned with a massive dildo and slipped it into Fenna, who, also on all fours, sighed and collapsed onto her breasts, still with her hips in the air.
I watched Crissy and Roger tag team Mom and Fenna. Roger slid into Mom, who groaned and pushed backward, while Crissy slipped into Fenna, who stared at me, as if she imagined that I wielded the strapon. Long, pink, with a smaller girth than the one Lise used, Fenna squeezed her breasts against the floor as Crissy thrust. Back arched, chest out, face to the ceiling, Crissy said, “My god, Fenna, I could do this all night.” While jealousy welled in my belly, I could also watch this all night, although I wanted to fuck Fenna.
“Do you like you’re new district manager, babe. Does she feel as good as last time? Or different, because her daughter’s watching and I’m fucking her daughter’s friend?” Crissy asked Roger, who only responded with a grunt.
“I want to double team Fenna, but I get her ass,” Crissy said and pulled Roger off Mom, who moaned but smiled and rolled onto her elbows.
Roger, lean and muscled, laid down on the carpet, and Crissy helped her straddle Roger. Fenna continued to stare at me. Crissy tried to push Fenna down on Roger, but she resisted, and her gaze never left mine. With a smile, Fenna arched her back to push her breasts to the ceiling, then lowered herself onto Roger. A squishing noise filled the room, and Fenna sighed, yet she still stared at me.
Crissy reached around and grabbed Fenna’s breasts, and fed one to Roger, who latched on while he bucked his hips. Fenna rolled her hips, forward and back. Mom moved to the other breast and latched on. Again, jealousy burned inside me, but I couldn’t move, and Fenna’s stare made me horny, even though I couldn’t act on it, and kept me rooted in place.
Back and forth she rocked while Crissy stroked her hair.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass, Fenna, then Roger’s going to cum in your pussy, and your girlfriend’s Mom is going to eat his cum out of your pussy,” Crissy said. Fenna bit her lip, but didn’t break our gaze.
“Do you like that idea. Hey, little slut. Do you want to watch your girlfriend’s mother eat your pussy while my husband’s cum leaks out?” Crissy said and pinched her own breast.
“I like that idea. In fact, I think I will cum inside her mother, and she’ll drip it onto her daughters and your mouth, which I’ll kiss,” Crissy said and rubbed her clit under the strapon harness. Crissy rushed away, the dildo bounced with each step, through an opaque glass door, which she left open, and into the master bedroom, with a massive red covered bed.
Fenna continued to rock, Mom and Roger on each breast. Her gaze stayed on me, her face flushed, with bright white teeth, between dark red lips, small dark pupils inside crystal blue eyes, that reflected the sparkling lights outside the window. Her white hands pressed into the plush carpet beside Roger’s head and supported her full weight. The smell of sex wafted through the room.
Crissy returned, the dildo’s shaft glistened between her left fingers, while her right held the balls still, which appeared larger, as if full of something. Her fake tits made perfect round mountains on her chest and didn’t move as she moved, while the line between them and her belly button glistened with sweat. The overhead lights, while dim, darkened her eyes and gave her an evil appearance, like a she-devil ready to punish someone.
“Are you ready to get fucked in the ass, Fenna, while my husband fucks your cunt, because I’m ready, and I plan to blow my load deep into your bowels, such that you taste it for breakfast,” Crissy said. Fenna mouthed “I love you” at me and said, “Fuck, yes.”
“Ok, here comes the dildo, you feel it on your ass hole?” Crissy asked.
“Fuck, yes,” Fenna said, yet she still gazed at me.
“Slow or fast? Fuck, it, you’re getting it fast,” Crissy said and shoved the dildo up Fenna’s ass. She moaned and rocked back.
“I love you, Fenna,” I said. Her mouth widened, and with our gazes locked, she orgasmed, her body shook, breasts heaved, eyes rolled back, mouth wide as if to scream, beautiful. I hoped that Crissy had somehow filmed it, although the moment will live with me forever.
Fenna gasped for air and rolled off Roger and disconnected from Crissy. She crawled to me and snuggled in front. I placed one arm under her head, and the other on her hip.
“Fucking teenagers, no stamina. Well, I guess we fuck you now, Deb,” Crissy said and pulled Mom onto her husband. Mom sank onto Roger’s dick with a sigh, and Crissy shoved her dildo up Mom’s ass. Mom braced herself on her elbows, while the pair smashed into her. Mom glanced at me and smiled.
“Do you like getting fucked by my husband’s cock, the one that was in your daughter’s girlfriend? Do you like my cock in your ass, after it’s been in your daughter’s girlfriend’s ass?” Crissy asked. She had grabbed Mom’s hair and pulled it back, held Mom’s weight, almost like a rodeo rider. She fucked Mom as Mom moaned and screamed, while her breasts bounced in wild patterns and her back arched. Her nipples mesmerized me as they strobbed in the overhead lights.
“Wait, I have an idea. I’m going to shove my plastic shit covered cock down your throat, and you’re going to lick Fenna’s ass off it, then I’m going to fill your stomach with my cream,” Crissy said and let go of Mom, who fell onto Roger.
Crissy moved around, opened Mom’s mouth, and fed the dildo to her. Crissy fucked Mom’s face while she rubbed her clit under the black harness.
“You like that, such a good employee you have, Roger, now fill her with your sperm,” Crissy said, and squeezed the balls on her strapon. White stuff erupted out of Mom’s mouth, and she threw up all over Crissy’s legs and Roger’s face.
“Fuck, Crissy,” Roger yelled, then shuddered and held Mom’s hips still.
“Quick, I want your daughter and her girlfriend to lick my husband’s cum out,” Crissy said and pulled Mom to her feet. Mom swayed and only stayed up because Crissy wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Over here, squat,” Crissy said as she positioned Mom over Fenna and me. I didn’t turn my head, but Fenna did, and translucent white stuff slipped out of Mom and onto Fenna’s lips and tongue. She licked around the outer edge of her pussy lips to collect as much as she could.
“Now, kiss you two,” Crissy said, grabbed our heads, and forced us to kiss. Mom didn’t taste horrible. Fenna tasted divine.
“Did you get that, did you get the cum string, and the kiss, and Deb’s fresh fucked pussy lips as Fenna licked them?” Crissy asked Roger. She stood with her hands on her hips, the plastic dildo straight out from her hips, white, gooey stuff still dripped from the end. Her chest flushed, she gasped for breath as she said, “Let me see, I want to see Deb’s daughter’s girlfriend lick her pussy, like her cum.”
“Oh, god, that’s beautiful,” Crissy said, ripped off her strap-on, and frantically rubbed her clit. She shuddered and orgasmed. A stream of goo, or piss, or whatever it was, arched across the living room and splashed across Fenna and me. My eyes refused to stay open, and I fell asleep with my arms around Fenna.
Fenna moved, and I woke up in a panic. Spent, Roger had retreated to the sofa near me and watched Crissy eat Mom’s pussy. Fenna turned over to face me, and we kissed. I closed my eyes for a second, but when I opened them, Crissy and Mom had Roger’s hand and pulled him to their bedroom.
“You lied,” I mumbled, still not fully in control of my body.
“No, never,” Fenna said and kissed my forehead.
“You said you would only come home with me, and yet, you went home with two strangers and my mom,” I said, not angry, not upset, just content.
“And yet, here I lie on a cold floor instead of a soft bed, all because of you,” Fenna said.
“Yeah, you sacrifice so much for me,” I said and closed my eyes.
I next opened my eyes to moans, groans, and screams from the massive screen on the wall beside the bedroom door, now closed. Crissy lay on the sofa, her legs wide, while her finger frantically rubbed her clit.
“Oh, fuck, oh, so good, fuck your daughter, Deb, that’s right, use your fists,” she said in a low, quiet voice. The TV had me, on all fours, with Mom’s hands inside my ass and pussy, past her wrists. The TV covered the wall, so I covered the wall. In the dark room, the TV reflected off the darkened windows, and a distorted image of Mom’s arms inside me played around the whole room. Darkened windows, dark outside, shit, anyone in the next-door apartment could see this. “Deb fuck her harder,” Roger’s voice came through the TV, and I saw Mom’s arm go deeper into my ass as she smiled.
Crissy moaned and rubbed as she encouraged the screen, “Yes, Deb, fuck her, fuck her with both hands, you’re daughter’s been bad, you need to fuck her harder.”
I closed my eyes and wished for the video to stop, but it didn’t, as I orgasmed and collapsed, it restarted. I had to listen to two more orgasms and pretend Crissy’s squirt didn’t wake me before I fell asleep.
Saturday, the next morning, we showered, dressed, had excellent coffee, much better than Mom’s, then, in our skimpy dresses, while we held our shoes, Mom, Fenna, and I took a cab back to our place.
“Laser Tag?”