Chapter 4: Making of a Nymphomaniac

From the living room I heard on all the microphones, Ms. Lockley called out, “Time, you sluts. It’s time to get back to the tables.” Mom and Jenny looked disappointed their time had ended, temporarily with the newest player.

Darla looked confused when the two women she had been kissing and groping stopped just because time had been called. “Wait. Why are we stopping? It was feeling so good, wasn’t it?” She seemed unsure of her performance. And she rubbed her newly hairless cunt as if she wanted to see if she would like it.

“Oh yes, honey.” Mom said in a less-than-motherly way. “But time has been called. We have to get back to the game.”

“But I don’t want to go back to the game,” Darla said, hopping off the counter, moping. “I liked it up here with just us.”

“It was great, but the game makes it so everyone has an equal chance at finding something that makes them feel good. All they have to do is win.” Jenny said. Looking over to Mom, she said, “But there is that rule where the highest-ranked team can ask to extend the time between games by unanimous consent.”

Darla brightened up. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Mom replied not so enthusiastically, “Like Jenny said, it has to be unanimous. And Amelinda has a hard-on for me tonight, and Molly has one for you. Actually, all the women do. And they would expect something in return.”

“So,” Darla said, unconcerned and unaware of what she should’ve been concerned with.
“She has a point,” Jenny reminded the pair with her. “We lose the next game, and we are at the mercy of the winners anyway.”

“True,” Mom replied. “But tradition keeps between-games activities on the tame side. A special request outside of the game is an anything-goes proposition. So are you sure?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Darla said, in a similar way as she had started the night. Adding, “If you think it is ok.”

“Sure, let’s risk it.” Mom said leading the other two out of the bathroom and out of camera view.

When the three reappeared on my screen in the living room with the card tables, most of the other women were there. They were in various stages of undress. I couldn’t help but notice Ms. Silber’s butterfly was a bit fuller and looking quite wet. Ms. Johnson was released from her confinement and still hadn’t put her clothes back on. She was moving about slowly, drinking something probably alcoholic from a large plastic Solo cup. Her ass was still a deep red, as was her pussy. Ms. Green was busy undoing the handcuffs on Ms. Hagan when Mom came into the room.

“Sophia, you can stop doing that if you weren’t done.” Mom said to Ms. Green. “If you agree to our request.”

“What’s that?” Molly asked from the other side of the room.

“We want to extend the time, another thirty minutes,” Jenny said, strolling in next to Mom.

“At the beginning of the night, you set the time at thirty minutes,” Veruca stated. “Why do you want to extend it?”

“We were having fun and wanted to continue a few more minutes,” Mom replied, truthfully.

“We all have to agree, don’t we?” Amelinda asked though she knew the answer.

“Yes,” Mom and Jenny answered almost in unison.

“So what is in it for us? We’re still at the same levels for another thirty minutes, when two minutes from now we might be a little higher.” Ms. Silber retorted.

“Or lower.” Mom said like she was warding off the barbarians at the door.

“Yeah, but I see good things in my team’s future,” Amelinda was obviously speaking for Amanda.

“So we don’t drag this out and lose the whole mood, what do you want?” Jenny asked getting to the root of what needed to be done.

Molly jumped in, “Make it an hour, and each of us gets to spend time with the newbie, based on our current rank. You two get the first fifteen minutes, and the rest of us get ... say five minutes. Just something quick. Or we can combine the time with our partner.”

Amelinda shook her head in agreement while Molly was speaking. Darla looked over at Mom and Jenny, puzzlement all over her face. “What?”

Mom answered, “Each of the women would like to spend some time with you.”

“Why?” Darla asked. Though she must have had some idea deep down, she again turned ghostly white, replacing the flush of sexual excitement that had covered her face and torso.

Mom glossed over the why. “They want to get to know you. And maybe give you a kiss or two.”

Jenny didn’t sugarcoat it nearly as much. “And if you agree, when you are not with us, you are at the bottom of the ranking. Which means if they want something other than kissing, you’re obligated.” I think she had chosen the wording carefully so as to avoid scaring an already skeptical Darla into saying no. She continued her views on the deal, “But we will get to finish what we started. And that will be fun.”

Amelinda leaned over to Amanda while Mom and Jenny were explaining to Darla what the deal meant. She whispered something in her partner’s ear. Amanda nodded while Amelinda talked to her. Having Amanda’s answer, she said to Jenny and Mom, “And I get to be higher than Sarah after your time with Darla. But I get my five minutes with Darla before you two get your fifteen.”

It was Mom’s turn to look reluctant at the deal. She looked like she had made up her mind on the deal and was ready to let Darla and Jenny know. The timing of my ex was horrible. She pulled her unbuttoned blouse closed, saying meekly, “Ok.” Mom’s face was aghast at Darla’s consent to the new deal. Still, she didn’t contradict Darla. She and Jenny had brought up the idea of extra time; she couldn’t now say no after the main participant had agreed.

Mom said, “It is agreed then. In one hour the game restarts.” Turning to Amelinda, “Shall we set the timer?”

“Give me a minute to get something first?” Amelinda asked. Mom nodded, not asking why she needed the time. She bounded quickly out of the room, her jiggling tits leading the way. Mom and Jenny stroked the girl at the center of attention, gliding their hands over her round ass and curved hips. The groping was enhanced with little kisses on her neck and lips, while the first of Darla’s higher-ups stepped away. Between the kisses, Mom and Jenny were encouraging my ex, who was having misgivings about her agreement. She didn’t understand how all the women could make her feel better than she had before.

I watched on the other camera in the kitchen as Ms. Silber found her bag where she had left it by the table. She pulled out a bottle that read “Anal and Vaginal Lubrication” and the baggy of white powder. Last she retrieved the most unusual-looking dildo. It was pink and looked only semi-hard. Like you could fuck someone with it, but it would wiggle about as you did. On the opposite end from the phallus’ head was a long rod that looked about the same length as the pink molded oddly shaped dick. She then unscrewed the back end and pulled it free of the hollow device. The end plunger came out without much difficulty, allowing her to squeeze lube from the bottle she had into the void in the strange cock. She filled it only half full before emptying all of the powder in the tiny baggy on top of it. She topped the lube off and reattached the end back into place. None of the lubricant ran out of the hole at the end of the fake dick, much to my surprise. Before she headed back out to her prize, she turned and grabbed one last thing, a small key lock. Which, despite its small appearance, looked plenty strong to withstand the harshest twists and pulls.

Ms. Silber palmed the weird dildo, such that Darla and the two adults kissing and manhandling her couldn’t see it. She slid it under the ottoman as she sat. She cleared her throat and loudly said, “Darla, it is time.”

Mom and Ms. Calender pulled away from the girl between them. Darla said to Mom, “Ah, do I have to go? I love this.”
“Yes, but it won’t be that long before I have you cumming again,” Jenny said caringly.

“Come on, girl, I like that smooth-looking pussy,” Ms. Silber said. “You didn’t have to do that just for me.” Her hand ran up the smoothed, puffy lips, a finger slipping into the crevice between them the second Darla stood before her. Darla closed her eyes tight the instant her cunt was stroked. Though she didn’t look completely repulsed by it, like she had the first time her cunt was stroked. A deep sigh came from her as the finger grazed over her clit. I was surprised she hadn’t closed her legs to the foreign hand. Her letting a new finger dip into her pussy’s crevice showed me she had learned her lesson well. And while she still may have had moral objections. They wouldn’t get in the way of enjoying what was to be done to her.

Darla did as she was asked when Amelinda patted the ottoman next to her, saying, “Sit.” The two naked women sat next to each other for only a moment before Ms. Silber attached her mouth to Darla’s. Her persistence paid off as Darla’s resistance to being French kissed ended with a tongue battle with her new partner. Ms. Silber’s persistence was not only in her kissing but also in her exploring Darla’s body. Her hand cupped the pert, coned tits with her fingers and rolled the erect nipples between them. They panted into each other’s mouths while the nipple massage went on. In less than a minute, Ms. Silber had Darla on her back and kissed her way down Darla’s tanned and trim torso. Amelinda’s spittle left the path she had traveled down to the hairless cunt. “Damn, your pussy lips are so sweet, I could suck on them all day.”

Darla moaned and panted her response, stroking Ms. Silber’s graceful neck and shoulders. I saw Darla jump and her face scrunch up a bit in discomfort when two of Ms. Silber’s fingers plunged into her cunt. Ms. Silber quit sucking on the reddened clit between her lips and looked up at Darla saying, “Damn girl, you are a virgin. Is all of you a virgin?”

Before she received her answer, Amelinda pulled her fingers from the wet pussy they were in, replacing them with her tongue. She didn’t let her greased fingers go to waste. She wiped them off on the little brown puckered hole between Darla’s ass cheeks before slipping her middle finger quickly into the center. The finger had obviously encountered fierce resistance. The tight rosebud bowed as each knuckle disappeared.

“Oh God, what are you doing?” Darla screeched. “Nothing belongs there.” She puffed in and out as if trying to calm herself and adjust to the new stimulus.

For a second time, Amelinda looked up at Darla from her cunt. She said, “Relax and enjoy.” Her finger started pumping in and out of the dark ring, never fully leaving it. Slowly, Darla’s puffing at her ass being finger fucked turned into gasps of pleasure as it continued. Amelinda, for good measure, added the stimuli Darla had before. She fucked the virgin cunt with her tongue. Ms. Silber had an uncanny ability to keep time while pleasuring the youngster. She pulled her tongue and finger from the cavities they were in and swapped places for a couple of seconds.

Darla jumped even more as the hot tongue impaled her asshole. “Augh, that is so thick. Oh Gawd, it’s your tongue ... Your tongue is in my butt.”

Yanking her tongue out of the little hole, she raised and spread the toned legs she was between extra wide. She then ordered Darla, “Hold them until I say let go.” Again, the teen had learned well from the earlier spanking the rules demanded she do as instructed. She held onto the backs of her knees and balled herself up. Her face showed she was embarrassed and afraid of what was next. Since her pussy and asshole were open wide to Ms. Silber. Amelinda ran her tongue down through the length of the pink pussy crack spread open for her. She didn’t stop until it had passed over my ex’s virgin canal and equally virgin asshole. With her mouth engaged in making Darla pant her excitement. Amelinda’s hand found the weird dick she had put under the ottoman, where her current live sex doll continued exposing herself. Explaining to Darla, Ms. Silber said, “I was going to fuck you with this, but I have a better idea.”

Darla couldn’t see what Amelinda was holding. Terrified, she said, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, my little slut, fuck toy, you are going to love this.” Holding the plunger shaft, she pressed the slender rubber dick against the tight, dark, wrinkled circle. A small bit of the thin end pried open the puckered hole enough to enter.

“God no. What is it? It is too big.” Darla mewled as a small bit of the cock entered her. She rocked her body side to side but didn’t let go of the back of her knees.

“Oh no, it’s just getting started.” Amelinda rotated and pressed lightly on the plunger. A bit of the lubrication that was in the silicon dick oozed out around it as it came out of her asshole. Backing the phallus up a smidge, she again pressed it forward, forcing an inch or two into the virgin passage. Repeating what she had done earlier. Amelinda turned and pressed on the plunger, delivering more of the initial lubrication to ease the rubber cock into the tight hole.

“Oh hell, it’s too big ... way too big. Take it out,” Darla hollered at the new length invading her rectum.

Mom took a break from sucking on Jenny’s full nipple, but not her fingering of the woman’s sodden cunt, to say. “Your time will be up before you get whatever that is in her.”

Amanda’s cunt was filled with a massive dildo as she was bent over the back of the couch. She half hollered, half whined, as the imitation prick was slammed in and out, “She is going to take my time now, if no one objects.” To Ms. Walsh, who was behind her fucking her with the massive dildo, she said, “Hader ... Fuck me harder, you slut.” And Ms. Walsh did just as was asked.

All of the women were too busy getting fingered, fucked, or sucked to object. Mom looked like she was going to object but didn’t. I would bet it was because shortly after her upcoming time with Darla, she was owned by Amelinda. And it didn’t make sense to upset her beforehand. Rather, she said quickly before turning back to the nipple she was suckling on, “Sure, take the next five minutes, too.”

Darla’s eyes got big and round at Mom’s tacit permission for Ms. Silber to continue lodging the rubbery cylinder into her stretched asshole. But Darla didn’t so much object to the maltreatment of her asshole as give play-by-play while the strange dildo slowly disappeared within her. She huffed and puffed while she whined at the dick entering her. The large quantities of gulped air in and out of her curled-up body didn’t completely alleviate the pain. And it showed on her face and the tears streaming down her cheeks. She whimpered, “Oh shit, it is splitting me. Aargh, I’m splitting ... God, how much more is there? I’m too full.” This, also, had no effect on the number of tears streaking her face.

Amelinda backed the semi-flexible cock out of Darla’s ass, giving up what gains she’ had accomplished. She filled the void by pressing further down on the plunger of the fake cock. Some of the lubricant forced into Darla’s colon from the replica piss hole seeped out as Amelinda re-forced the prick through the little brown ring. She pushed more of the round missile into Darla’s perpetually shifting ass. I couldn’t fathom how Darla was handling the assault on her asshole. I guessed her squirming was making the penetration bearable enough that she didn’t pass out.

With the last of the odd-shaped dick in Darla’s colon, I could see a slight bit of wetting between her pussy lips. Amelinda’s fucking the dick in and out of the previously undefiled asshole was in time with her fingers rubbing circles on and around Darla’s clit. She was using the teen’s own pussy lubrication to slicken her fingers as they made tight circles on the hardened bump. Slowly, Darla’s slight hip-rolling movements became synchronized with Amelinda’s fucking her. Whimpers and whining became grunts and moans of pleasure until her hips surged up and down, meeting the thrusts into her.

The moans and pants ended with a scream, “Ah ... ugh, I’m cuming.” Her body tightened up. Darla’s straining muscles contracted and pulled her legs to her chest even tighter, freezing her in the position. The muscles in the back of her thighs rippled, as did her stomach, as the orgasm passed through her. In her balled-up position, there was little she could do. The orgasm that originated in her ass flushed her whole torso.

Jenny said to Amelinda, “Just in time, and you left her perfect for me to fuck her sweet little pussy with my tongue.”

Darla’s posture soon changed to that of a dead bug on its back with all its appendages going in different directions. Her arms and legs flew outward when Amelinda turned the plunger on the cock ninety degrees and slapped it, burying the toy to its hilt in my ex’s ass. Darla’s scream was instantaneous and cut short as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her chest suspended breathing. Amelinda quickly slid the lock she had on the fake dick, securing the plunger. Gradually coming back around to reality, Darla rolled her head side to side in shock and terror, muttering, “Too much ... Gawd, way too much ... God, my butt. My butt is splitting inside. Get it out ... Get it out.”

“She is all yours,” Amelinda said to Mom and Jenny. “Primed and soon ready for anything.”

Jenny went to the ottoman. She reached down and pulled on the lock that was now a part of the dick in Darla’s brown ring. Darla cried out at the tug on the tiny lock. Her head rolling continued while she asked, “What is in me? It shot something in me.”

Jenny didn’t seem too concerned about what the fake cock had shot into the naked and splayed-out gorgeous used teen on the leather ottoman. “Get used to it, and enjoy the feeling. Dicks will be shooting cum in a cute girl like you for years to come. And pretty much in every hole you have.”

Mom came up behind Jenny and said something that shocked me: “Go out with William again, and I bet he’ll give you that same feeling again in all your orifices. All you’d have to do is ask.” Mom also looked at the lock, flicking it up and down. “So, what is this toy, Amelinda?” She pulled on the small bit pressed flat in Darla’s crack. “It kind of looks like a butt plug. But not like one I’ve ever seen.”

“It is a butt plug,” Amelinda acknowledged. “But it is more than that. It is a facsimile of a dog dick that cums. When the plunger is all the way down, the contents of the cock are emptied, and the end knots up to 3 times the size of the shaft. Making it like a butt plug, but so much more and larger. So unless you want her ass split, I’d leave it until I remove it.” I noticed Amelinda stressed, ‘I remove it.’ I think Mom and Jenny caught it too.

Darla whined, afraid, “Take it out ... Please take it out.”

Mom looked at Jenny, and a small nod passed between them. “No honey, we’re going to leave it for now. You’ll learn to love it.” She leaned down and placed a long-drawn-out kiss on Darla’s trembling lips. Jenny dropped to her knees and too kissed Darla on her exposed, moist cunt lips. The two adults kissed and stroked their shaking but willing partner until she stopped trembling from being impaled on the imitation dog dick. Her body relaxed and took on a look of initial enjoyment of the dog dick butt plug and the two women’s ministrations. Mom moved from the girl’s lips when even I could hear the moans coming from Darla. She moved deliberately down her slender neck, but not before she took the small earlobes I had enjoyed also, between her lips. No part of Darla’s neck was left untouched by lips as Jenny did the same to Darla’s nether regions.

Mom was using Darla’s neck as a conduit to the firm mounds on her chest and the puffed-out nipples atop them. She devoured the small cones,

raking her teeth over the nipples, causing them to lose their puffiness and harden. Darla groaned her pleasure at what the women were doing to her. She tangled her fingers in each of the women’s hair, keeping them in place. Mom was stroking the vacant tit and rolling its nipple in her thumb and forefinger. Along with the rolling, she sucked hard, leaving a dark mark on the skin of the small mound. Jenny’s hands were also busy stroking the insides of Darla’s thighs, pressing them further apart.

Jenny didn’t keep her lips on Darla’s pussy lips and clit, despite Darla’s attempt to keep her there. She instead slowly left a trail of kisses up to the tiny indentation in the flat undulating stomach. She dipped her tongue into the round belly button. Her tongue rimmed the outside ridge of the vestigial cavity before she plunged the wet tip of her tongue in, filling the void. With the depression in the center of her lover’s stomach fully explored, Jenny progressed up to the breast to which Mom’s mouth was not attached. She massaged and plied her oral expertise to Darla’s responsive breast. She teased and titillated the orb. Jenny’s thumb and index finger glided up and down either side of the bloated petals of her teenaged partner’s cunt. Darla’s own oily vaginal excretions lubricated Jenny’s digits. The combination of oral and manual stimulation kept Darla mentally unhinged with desire. Her face beamed and contorted with her mouth flung open, confirming my mental state assessment.

Jenny and Mom ran into each other in Darla’s cleavage, and for a minute they kissed, leaving only Darla’s cunt being rubbed by Jenny’s fingers. The three filled the room with a cacophony of sucks and moans when Mom and Jenny returned to Darla’s breast. Their engaging the firm tits and hard nipples ended again with the adults in a second lip lock. The older women, in turn, slid their nipples against the hard ones of the girl under them. Jenny moved so her bald cunt lips were pressed tightly against Darla’s fattened and equally bald pussy lips.

For a few minutes, Jenny’s slick, sodden pussy slid along Darla’s equally slick and sodden pussy. I could see Darla’s face and her complete surprise at the heated and slick skin sensation pressed to her. A lip of each pussy interlocked in the crevice of the other, as clit ground against clit. The intertwined folds glided along the crack of the other when Jenny rocked her hips back and forth. Darla, too, moved her hips tentatively in time with her lover, though not nearly as much. It was as if she was trying to figure out how to fuck another woman at the same time she was being fucked. With her legs spread as wide as I could imagine possible, she put her heels on the back of Jenny’s thighs. Gradually, she thrust against Jenny’s pussy, lightly gyrating her hips, increasing her clit’s contact with the more experienced woman’s. It caused a long gasp from Jenny. Along with the increase in how hard she ground their pussies together, she sped up her hips humping.

I lost my view of Darla’s face and her expressions of bliss when my mom straddled the girl’s head. Shortly after straddling my ex’s face, the sounds of moans and gasps coming from Darla were muted. Mom pressed her cunt down on the panting mouth below her, driving the back of Darla’s head into the leather-covered cushion. She rasped the length of her pussy slit over and over on the lips and tongue, trying to please her. Mom leaned across the girl’s body to meet Jenny’s lips as the three formed a triangle of naked flesh.

Darla’s being willing to have the older women pleasure her and themselves without being as much of an active participant hadn’t surprised me. But when her hands went to each of Mom’s firm ass cheeks to grip them tight and knead them, it was a bit more surprising. Her hands actively guiding the length of Mom’s crack and the speed of Mom’s cunt sliding across her mouth shocked the shit out of me. She moaned and sighed as she kept Mom stroking at the same pace as Jenny. As her whole body thrashed and jerked, no longer in time with the kissing women above her, they too started losing their controlled rhythm.

The grinding women’s mouths parted when they alternated placing their reddened lips on the nipples on top of Darla’s glistening mounds. Beads of sweat formed on the sides of all the older women’s breasts. Jenny and Mom licked them off as they rolled down their partner’s milky mounds. The beads missed dripping off their nipples or breasts mixed with the sweat covering Darla’s skin. The excess excreted fluid coated her torso along with her own exertion sweat. The perspiration on Darla’s heaving chest was wiped about when Mom slid her hand over the cones and hardened nipples. Despite her look of having run miles, Darla kept lurching under the women until she froze again. And with every muscle tensed up, she orgasmed.

Mom and Jenny felt their partner climax. Both women in a frenzy humped and ground on Darla, tossing her around. I don’t know how Darla was able to breathe with Mom’s sopping pussy covering her nose and mouth more times than not. All the while, Darla was squawking, “I’m cumming” into Mom’s cunt flaps. Both women on the naked, climaxing teen also started climaxing. They arched their backs, forcing their sexes harder onto both ends of their sex nymph.

In the background of Mom’s and Jenny’s exuberant ranting about cumming, I heard the alarm indicating their time was up. I wasn’t the only one to hear the alarm. Molly and most of the other women in the room heard it, also. Molly said, “Time’s up, bitches.”

The two women were in no rush to dismount their current location. The women around them, though, weren’t in the mood to wait. Ms. Walsh, who’d been denied earlier, took one of Darla’s heaving breasts into her mouth. She crammed as much of the tiny firm mass into her cavity. Ms. Green’s earlier ambivalence toward Darla must’ve disappeared as she took the other breast and did as Ms. Walsh had done.

Mom began extricating herself from Darla’s head, but Darla’s tongue wasn’t done. It followed the pussy it had been fucking, getting the last drop of orgasmic fluid from it. Her lips freed, Darla moaned out in pleasure, while the two new women on her breast slurped and licked up the sweat on her skin. Darla’s hands, no longer tugging on Mom’s ass, found the inner thighs of the women nursing on her barren tits. Not stopping at solely massaging the velvety skin of the women’s legs, she included the plush lips where they joined.

With Mom no longer covering Darla’s face, I saw a new look in her. Not just the look of pleasure she was experiencing, but the need for more. It was a look of insatiable lust, most likely brought on by the drugs. The powdered drug I knew the fake dick had shot deep into her colon. When she buried her fingers deep in the pussy canals of the women attached to her nipples, it verified my suspicions. She further proved my theories by bemoaning the loss of Jenny’s cunt against hers. Through her pants, she pleaded, “God no, my pussy, suck it ... I need my clit licked ... someone lick my clit.” The wild look in her eyes only became more intense.

“Mmm ... I think that pussy is ready for me.” Ms. Jenkins said, coming out of the kitchen with a drink in each hand. “But my girl looks parched.” Stepping around the women unwilling to release the flesh in their mouths, Emma held up Darla’s head. Darla didn’t flinch when the contents of the glass were poured into her mouth. Her grimace as she swallowed told me it was probably pure alcohol, but she didn’t spit it out or spill any. She guzzled down the liquid as it entered her mouth until the glass was empty.

Having emptied both glasses, she put them aside, and Emma again stepped over her partner, who seemed unfazed. From behind her came Molly’s voice. “I’m starting the timer.” The information appeared to motivate Emma. She quickly knelt between Darla’s still spread legs. The rehydrated teen hadn’t fully recovered from her orgasm. The sensations of the other women’s kisses and suckling on her nipples kept her riding smaller waves of climaxes. Emma drank up the sweet juice.

Ms. Jenkins attached her mouth to Darla’s plumped-up pussy lips coated in orgasmic fluid, the waves produced. Emma’s tongue licked up the sweet juices from the pussy lips. The folds mostly barren of the elixir Ms. Jenkins covered the source of the tangy dessert and drank it down as it came. Darla exclaimed, “Ah yes, lick my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue.” Her hands didn’t waver from her finger-fucking the women attached to her tits, despite her renewed passion.

For the next five minutes, Darla’s chest heaved within the confines of Ms. Green’s and Ms. Walsh’s mouths. She mumbled out her delight at Emma’s tongue bath of her bald pussy and clit. Her finger fucking of the older women had them also panting around the spittle-coated mounds ensconced in their mouths. Their squeals of euphoria came as their climaxes occurred. Each of the women latching onto the hand in their twats. They shoved them deeper and harder into themselves. The motions continued between their plumped-up pussy lips and the squishy sounds that accompanied it. Their juices flowed out of their slits and coated my ex’s hands, though she failed to notice.

When the buzzer indicated Ms. Jenkins’ time was up, she didn’t move from her position between Darla’s legs. Her partner, Ms. Green, didn’t object; instead, she pulled the hand from her cunt and swung herself around, putting it on the teen’s mouth. In the speakers, I could hear Darla’s slurps on the dripping slit. Ms. Green, like Mom, ground her cunt into the girl’s mouth. Unlike Mom, she rotated her hips while she did it, scraping her asshole across the tip of Darla’s long, narrow, yet pointy nose. After a few minutes, Sophia placed her asshole directly over the burnished lips that had been attached