Chapter 39: Expectations

-- SUNDAY, MARCH 8, 2009 --

Still breathing hard, I did a full pushup to extract my not-yet-going-soft dick from Yvaine’s lewdly-stretched asshole and sat back on my heels. I paused for a moment, admiring the older woman’s spectacular naked body splayed out face-down before me, limbs askew and platinum-blonde hair in disarray. Her face was turned to the side, eyes closed in blissful unconsciousness and mouth gaping open with a bit of drool leaking down onto her pristine bedsheets.

Her asshole was also gaping open, traces of the pool of cum I’d just deposited inside it visible as well.

I rolled my head counterclockwise to stretch out my sore neck muscles, having clenched them pretty tightly during that thunderous finale. And once I finally caught my breath, I slipped off the side of the bed and walked two paces forward before pivoting and sitting down in a comfortable position reclining against the headboard.

Seated beside me with her knees up and thighs spread, Dawn smirked at me and extended her fist. I chuckled, bumped her knuckles, and then let my head gently fall back against the sturdy dark oak behind me as I sighed and looked down across Yvaine’s comatose body. Dawn dug her fingers into the red-haired head between her thighs and pulled up, wordlessly guiding Summer in my direction. A few seconds later, my Pet surrounded my semi-hard shaft with her warm, wet mouth, suckling the leftover semen that crusted my cock straight out of her mother’s ass.

“So...” Dawn drawled with a knowing grin. “That just happened.”

“Don’t say you haven’t been expecting this for a long, long time.”

“Well I wouldn’t say I was expecting it. ‘Hoping’? ‘Wishing’? What’s an SAT word for this? ‘Coveting’?”

“Isn’t ‘to covet’ something considered a negative?”

“It’s a transitive verb that means: to wish for earnestly.”

I frowned. “Maybe I’m getting Biblical, but I thought it meant to greatly desire something that doesn’t belong to you. Like, some ancient king coveting one of his general’s wives and having the dude killed so he could take her.”

“Fine, not ‘coveting’. Let’s say I was ‘hankering’ for this, ‘jonesing’ for this, or maybe ‘thirsting’ for it? The way Summer’s currently thirsting for your cock?”

I chuckled as we both looked down at the horny redhead bobbing her head up and down my prick as if it were the yummiest thing she’d ever tasted. Presently, I set my hand atop Summer’s head and pushed downward. My Pet obediently opened her throat and let me in, dropping all the way down until her lips were wrapped around the very base of my column of man flesh.

I wasn’t super-throbbing hard, but I was still pretty hard having only cum the one time so far, and had plenty of meat to completely block my submissive’s windpipe. I stared down at her, unable to see most of her face, what with the wide strip of black cloth serving as a blindfold covering her from nose to forehead, so I couldn’t visually tell whether she was straining or not. Instead, I had to read the tension in her head, waiting for that telltale fraction of a second when despite her every intention to keep her head down with her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock for as long as her Master deemed necessary, her survival instinct would kick in and make her involuntarily try to back off before her higher brain function overrode it and she started choosing to choke herself.

“Is that what it looked like when Yvaine did it?” Dawn asked. “I mean, apart from the hair, obviously, and the angle of attack. But I missed this part.”

“More or less,” I replied. “And you were busy, as I recall, going down on Yvaine at the time.”

Dawn nodded. “That I was. She and Summer--”

“--taste about the same,” I finished for her, already knowing where she was going with it. “It’s uncanny, right? Like, you, DJ, and Dayna all have differently unique flavors. Heck, even Eden and Emma taste different.”

“But with Yvaine and Summer, it’s a little harder to tell them apart, even after all this time,” she agreed.

“How many times do you think you’ve tasted Yvaine’s pussy for comparison dating back to your very first time?”

“Back to my very first time? You mean when she got so horny watching you sodomize her daughter with a bottle of olive oil that she let me fingerbang her from behind to climax, spin her around, and start up a sixty-nine right there on the floor of her dining room where we could both look into the kitchen and keep watching you?”

I chuckled and nodded. “Yes, since that first time.”

“Shoot ... Visits to the house twice a week for the last eight or nine weeks ... Times maybe ... three? Call it forty times I’ve parked my face in her crotch and sampled her flavor?”

I chuckled again. “And yet still not enough for you to identify the subtle differences? C’mon, I thought you were as proficient as me at this stuff, if not more.”

“Even after forty times, I can’t really tell the difference. Keep this up with Yvaine long enough and you’ll find out for yourself.”

“Well, she would have to wake up first for me to continue.”

“True. But seriously, they taste exactly the same,” she insisted. “Like, if I were blindfolded--”

“Now there’s a visual. We’re totally doing that next,” I laughed. “After Yvaine wakes up, we’re blindfolding you and parking the two of them on top of your face and seeing if you can tell them apart.”

Dawn smirked. “There’s one dead giveaway right now. You’ve fucked Yvaine’s pussy already but not yet Summer’s.”

“Oh, right. Guess I’ll have to fuck Summer first then.”

Summer twitched beneath my hand, but I could tell that was a twitch of excitement, not the involuntary choking reflex.

“If I guess right,” Dawn continued, “we get to blindfold you and see if you can pass the taste test.”

“No way. I’m The Master in this situation, and you don’t blindfold The Master.”

“That’s not a rule. Is that a rule?”

“Master says it’s a rule. Obey.”

“Yes, Master,” Dawn replied with a purr in her voice and a bit of a happy shiver, which made her big tits wobble enticingly. I couldn’t help but immediately lean over and hungrily kiss her, delving my mouth deep into the back of hers while she moaned and clutched me tightly.

Summer twitched just then, the involuntary choking reflex. As expected, she quickly overrode it and forced herself to stay down, although her body started to tense up the more she had to concentrate on keeping my dick in her throat while her lungs screamed for fresh oxygen. I increased the pressure of my hand, helping to force her down while making it absolutely clear to Pet that her obedience was demanded and that failure would be punished. I kissed Dawn even harder as I put more and more force into my hand, really cramming Summer’s head down around my crotch.

Summer grabbed onto my thighs with both hands, initially clutching them to help her hold on despite her every instinct to back away. But as the seconds ticked on, I could feel her start to go dizzy from lack of oxygen. At last, she hit her limit and rather violently shoved downward on my legs with enough force to overcome the pressure of my hand atop her head, and she yanked her head up while gasping desperately for air.

Only then did I stop making out with Dawn and instead turned to fondling her tits. I completely ignored Summer, acting as if she no longer existed in my universe as I bent over and suckled one of my best friend’s pretty titties into my mouth, being really loud and obvious about it so Summer could hear. I suckled Dawn’s right tit while fondling her left, then I kissed my way up her chest and neck, refastened our lips together, and resumed kissing her as if she were the only woman in the world for me.

Summer gasped and coughed and fought to catch her breath. She started crying, in abject misery over her failure to maintain the deep-throat despite my obviously unspoken order to keep her head down. “I’m ... I’m sorry ... I’m so sorry, Master...” she wheezed, still out of breath. Her efforts to speak before she was ready only made the process of catching her breath even harder. “I’m sorry...”

“Silence, slave!” I planted my whole hand across Summer’s face for emphasis.

Summer shut up immediately, and I kept my hand on her face even as I continued kissing Dawn. Summer merely sobbed, letting out quietly pitiful moans like a soaking wet puppy left out on the doorstep in the rain.

Eventually I had my fill of playing with Dawn’s tits and kissing her lips. With a sigh I turned to face my Pet and gave her a baleful look, even though she couldn’t see me. It just helped me get into character, really. With pursed lips, I put on an expression of extreme disappointment and clucked my tongue rapidly as if to say, ‘tsk, tsk, tsk.’

“You failed me, Pet,” I intoned bitterly. “I expected you to last a good bit longer than that.”

“I’m so sorry, Master.”

“Failure deserves punishment.”

“I deserve punishment, Master.”

“Then punishment you shall receive. Second Position.”

Summer reacted immediately to my command tone. Still blindfolded, she bent forward, folding her arms atop the mattress and resting her cheek against them while in a kneeling position that thrust her ass up into the air. She separated her knees to open up her crotch, and breathing shallowly, she waited in utter silence.

I slipped off the bed and circled around behind her. “Now, now ... I’m feeling a sense of déjà vu. This is a familiar look. Why is it so familiar to me?”

Still seated by the headboard, Dawn started giggling.

“Ah, yes ... I remember,” I stated theatrically. “This is the exact same position your mother was in not too long ago. Kneeling before me. Naked ass in the air. Blindfold around her eyes. And ... Oh, dear ... Something’s different? But what could it be?”

Giggling, Dawn scooped up the handcuffs that were lying atop the mattress right next to her. I’d removed them from Yvaine’s wrists shortly after she’d passed out and I’d blasted a massive wad of sperm into her bowels. With a grin, my best friend tossed them to me and I snatched them out of mid-air.

Summer shivered at the sound of metal rasping on metal when I opened the cuffs, although she didn’t move from her position.

“Reach your arms back for me, Pet,” I commanded.

Summer not only reached her arms back, but she grabbed her asscheeks and spread them for me, exposing her crinkled pink anus and puffy pink pussy. I quickly snapped one cuff around her right wrist, snapped the other cuff around her left wrist, and then took hold of the chain between them in my left hand. With my right hand, I suddenly spanked her right asscheek... hard. Exactly as I’d done to her mother twenty minutes ago.

[THWACK!]

There had been no warning then, just instant pain. Summer yelped at the unexpected impact.

“Receive your punishment, Pet, exactly as your mother did,” I intoned. And then I spanked her again.

[THWACK!]

“You’ve been a baaad little girl. A naughty little girl. Not able to hold your Master’s big dick in your throat long enough.”

“I’m so sorry, Ma-AAAAH!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“You deserve to be punished. You deserve to be punished with my big, thick dick invading your tight little holes.”

“I do! I deserve to be punished, Master. I’m so so-AHHH!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“I’m sorry, Master! I tried so hard! I tri-IIII!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“Punish me, Master! Punish me with your big fat cock! I deserve my punishment. I deserve-VVVAAAHHH!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] “UNGH!”

“AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!”

Summer was suddenly eight-inches-full of meat, with me abruptly thrusting my rock-hard dick into her tight twat in a single thrust. Still holding the chain of her handcuffs in my left hand, I yanked back hard on my pretty filly’s reins so that her shoulders rolled back and her face came up. I shot a look at Dawn and we didn’t need any mysterious Link for her to take her cue to scoot her crotch up beneath Summer’s elevated head. And when I relaxed the tension on the handcuffs, I lowered the blindfolded redhead’s face right down into Dawn’s crotch.

“Eat her, Pet. Eat your Mistress’s tasty pussy,” I commanded.

“This part’s familiar,” Dawn said with a laugh while holding Summer’s head to her face. Indeed, I could still vividly remember the two of us being in this exact same position with Yvaine perhaps fifteen minutes ago. “Are we gonna do a full reenactment?”

I nodded wordlessly, recalling my next steps. Well, actually, I was recalling my past steps, the ones I’d already taken with Yvaine.

It all started with that first kiss up in her loft/office. I must say, having enjoyed quite a few “first kisses”, that my first kiss with Yvaine was pretty spectacular. She smelled amazing, tasted delicious, and let out the perfect crooning whine of barely-repressed lustful need in her voice that set my loins on fire. Her arms immediately went around my body as I scooped her up with mine. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist while I pivoted her around and slammed her up against the sliding glass door, pinning her lower back against the glass for leverage while hiking up the short hem of her dress to her waist and yanking aside the strap of her panties. I wasted no time, unzipping my jeans and roughly shoving them just low enough to get my dick out. Her tongue never left my mouth while we furiously made out like a couple of horny teenagers, and I swabbed my fat mushroom head through her cleft, finding her pussy already soaked. So it was a simple matter of centering her body and then letting gravity do the rest.

Only then did Yvaine pull her lips off mine and set her head back against the glass as she slid down the sliding door, feeling every last inch slowly burrow up inside her. The gorgeous platinum-blonde looked so fucking sexy in that moment, her expression one of naked lust. Still in her late-forties, she was by no means an “old”-looking woman and would’ve fit right in on the Real Housewives of Orange County TV show. With perfect tits, lush curves, and a flawless face, she was a goddess.

A goddess currently skewered on my beautiful, perfect cock.

Her phrase, not mine. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be so egotistical, but she was the one who breathed erotically, “You have such a beautiful, perfect cock, Ben. I can’t believe I finally get to feel it deep inside me.”

I blinked in surprise. Her lips had been locked to mine right up until the moment of penetration, so she never would’ve been able to actually see my dick. But once she recognized my confusion, she giggled and explained, “Summer’s showed me a lot of pictures on her phone. And Dawn’s fucked me several times with Ben Juniors.”

I frowned, initially wanting to complain about Summer showing pics of my dick to her mom, but then she continued with the Dawn/Ben Junior thing and I asked instead, “I thought you said you’ve only gotten laid once since Christmas.”

“Well, once with a real cock. Otherwise, Dawn’s been very helpful in picking up the slack. She’s really good with a strap-on. It’s also how I knew the real you would be a perfect fit.”

I didn’t really know what to do with that information.

Easy. We’re getting Dawn up here with a strap-on and stat so you can see it for yourself.

Hey, lemme enjoy using the real thing for a while first, huh?

Oh, right. Fuck away.

I indeed fucked away, especially once Yvaine’s royal-blue eyes sizzled and she challenged, “I’m anticipating you’ll be better for me than Dawn with a strap-on, understand? You’ve got some lofty expectations to live up to.”

I grinned, pulled Yvaine off the sliding door, and spun us around so I could park her on the couch instead.

And then I made her scream.

As it turned out, Yvaine had a lot more in common with Summer than just the taste of her pussy. Her sexual triggers were nearly identical, so it was a simple matter for me to call up my playbook for Summer and run the same plays: post routes, corner routes, drag patterns, and a few options. My first trap play got her off, writhing and screaming in exquisite ecstasy as I pounded her into the couch cushions with her legs spread wide to the sides and hooked over my forearms. I went off-tackle a bit, ran a counter just so she couldn’t expect where the next attack would be coming from, and when she least expected it, I pushed a dive play straight up the middle.

She came again.

And we’d only been going for four minutes.

I found myself reminded of something Yvaine had told me that first day we met, outside in the backyard staring across the cityscape far below. I’d told her that Summer really enjoyed being used like a living pleasure doll.

Yvaine’s response? ‘We have that in common.’

In the way I had frequently used Summer like a living pleasure doll, so I used Yvaine. I stripped off her dress, peeled off her underwear, and then had my way with her naked body. I bent her into awkward positions that let me get extreme angles to plunder her pussy. I mauled her perfect tits, pinching them to the point of pain. I spanked her ass, I hooked two fingers into her mouth and used it as a handhold to grip her head while I banged her from behind.

And she just kept cumming.

I lost track of how many times she came. One climax just started bleeding into the next. She screamed and howled, simple phrases like, “Fuck me!” and “Take me!” and “I am yours!”

It was quite a trip.

By now I’d carried her into her bedroom and she was draped on her left side, with her right leg up and over my shoulder to stretch her out. I’d been sawing two fingers in and out of her ass while my right hand was free to either diddle her clit or squeeze her tits, and when she had her next monster orgasm she screamed out so loud that I was sure they could hear her down at the Cal Berkeley campus.

And then she went limp.

Yvaine wasn’t unconscious ... not yet. She was dazed, really, her eyes unfocused and her mouth gaping open with a trickle of drool leaking onto her pristine white bedsheets. I stopped thrusting for a moment, pausing to catch my breath and let her rest.

Movement to my right caught my attention and I saw that Summer was leaning against the wall next to her mother’s bedroom door. Dawn was immediately behind, with her right hand shoved up beneath the hem of Summer’s dress still obviously masturbating her BFF while she gnawed on Summer’s neck and cupped Summer’s breast with her left hand. My eyes met Dawn’s and I silently asked, ‘Wanna get in on this?’

Oh, HELL yeah, she replied immediately. I’ve been waiting to tag-team Yvaine with you forever.

Pulling out of Yvaine’s pussy, I rolled her onto her back and dragged her to the foot of the mattress so that her head was hanging over the edge. She was still dazed and unresisting as I pried open her mouth, pushed my prick through her pie hole, and continued until I began stretching open her throat. Yvaine started to choke, which woke her up a bit, and I pulled all the way out before shooting her a look of extreme disappointment. The older woman immediately looked contrite and reached up to grab my thighs, pulling me back in and this time accepting every last inch with ease so that my balls were quite literally pressed up against her eyes.

Because of our positioning, I was unable to see her face or visually tell whether she was straining or not. Instead, I had to read the tension in her head, waiting for that telltale fraction of a second when despite her every intention to keep her head down with her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock for as long as her Master deemed necessary, her survival instinct would kick in and make her involuntarily try to back off before her higher brain function overrode it and she started choosing to choke herself.

Meanwhile, Dawn was stripping herself as she approached the bed. She only got down to her underwear, which was good enough for now as she parked herself between Yvaine’s stretched legs on the other side and bent over to begin feasting on the older woman’s pussy. Yvaine whimpered around a throatful of cock but kept her position by clamping down with her hands on my thighs.

At the same time, I beckoned for my Pet to join me, and on shaky legs Summer came to stand beside me so that I could wrap my arm around her waist, tug her against my side, and shove my tongue down her throat while her mom still had my dick eight inches down hers.

I didn’t pump in and out of Yvaine’s mouth. I just kept myself at full-depth, maintaining pressure with my hips while I stripped down Summer’s dress and bent to start suckling at her tits. I could feel Yvaine straining a bit, losing oxygen by the second. But I didn’t let up a single millimeter, waiting to feel her involuntary choking reflex kick in. Dawn kept feasting, Yvaine started tensing, and Summer whimpered when I started fingerbanging her with one hand, biting one tit, and pinching the other tit with my other hand.

And then Yvaine ran out of air. She twitched and backed off just a fraction before overriding the impulse, grabbing my ass, and forcing herself to stay down. I assisted her by pressing forward, letting go of Summer and gently holding Yvaine’s head. But as the seconds ticked on and I could feel her start to go dizzy from lack of oxygen, at last she hit her limit and rather violently twisted her head away and to the side with enough force to overcome my light grip, gasping desperately for air.

“You failed,” I muttered coldly to Yvaine before glancing up at Dawn with a grin. Beside me, Summer shivered at the tone in my voice and she clutched me close.

“I’m so sorry ... Master...” Yvaine wheezed, out of breath. “I’m sorry...”

“I expected you to last a good bit longer than that.”

“So sorry, Master...” Yvaine panted as she looked up at me with glittering eyes, clearly NOT sorry. She rolled over face-down, got her knees beneath her, stretched her arms straight out in front of her, and bowed down until her forehead was pressed against the mattress. “I’m so sorry ... I failed you.”

“Failure deserves punishment,” I growled menacingly.

Keeping her hands down, she glanced up at me with a wide grin and nodded rapidly like an eager puppy. “I do! I DO deserve punishment!”

“Then punishment you shall receive!”

You already know where this is going given that I already told you I reenacted it with Summer. Dawn appeared out of nowhere with the blindfold and handcuffs, passing them over to me with a wicked, salacious gleam in her eyes as she stared straight at the prostrate older blonde.

Summer still stood beside me, her arms wrapped around my waist with her big tits crushed against my bicep, but she let me go when I stepped forward to fasten the blindfold around her mother’s eyes. And I heard her keening moan of arousal when I circled around behind Yvaine’s upthrust ass.

“Reach your arms back for me, Pleasure Doll,” I intoned cruelly.

Yvaine not only reached her arms back, but she grabbed her asscheeks and spread them for me, exposing her crinkled pink anus and puffy pink pussy. I quickly snapped one cuff around her right wrist, snapped the other cuff around her left wrist, and then took hold of the chain between them in my left hand. With my right hand, I suddenly spanked her right asscheek... hard. [THWACK!]

There had been no warning then, just instant pain. Yvaine yelped at the unexpected impact.

“Receive your punishment, Pleasure Doll.”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“I’m sorry, Master! I’m sorry I couldn’t hold your big dick in my throat long enough!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“Doll should be punished. Doll deserves to be punished with my big, thick dick invading her tight little holes.”

“Yes, Master! Punish me! Puni-AH! AH! AH!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“I’m so sorry, Master! I’ll be better next ti-IIII!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]

“Punish me, Master! Punish me with your big fat cock! I deserve my punishment. I deserve-VVVAAAHHH!!!”

[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] “UNGH!”

“AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!”

Yvaine was suddenly eight-inches full of meat, with me abruptly thrusting my rock-hard dick into her tight twat in a single thrust. Still holding the chain of her handcuffs in my left hand, I yanked back hard on my pretty filly’s reins so that her shoulders rolled back and her face came up. I glowered at Dawn beside me and pointed forward, growling, “Go give her something better to do with her mouth than make those noises.”

“Yes, Master,” my best friend hummed, sky-blue eyes crackling with electricity. She quickly scooted in front of Yvaine’s face and spread her legs aside. And when I relaxed the tension on the handcuffs, I lowered the blindfolded platinum-blonde’s face right down into Dawn’s crotch.

“Eat her, Pleasure Doll. Eat your Mistress’s tasty pussy,” I commanded.

Yvaine got right down to eating, and Dawn giggled up at me. “We are SO doing this with Summer later on.”

Indeed we would.

Back in the present, I held Summer’s handcuffs in my left hand and kept right on spanking her ass while I pounded my big prick in and out of her pulsating pussy. Yvaine started to stir awake from the way the mattress rocked back and forth. She opened her eyes and looked up to find her daughter buck-naked, blindfolded, and bound, with Summer’s face in Dawn’s crotch while I hammered Summer from behind. I looked over and shot her a grin. And with a new idea forming in my mind, I asked, “Do you have another blindfold and set of handcuffs?”

Panting softly, Yvaine gave me a silent nod.

“Go get them and bring them to me.”

Again, she gave me a silent nod, bowed her head, and then slipped off the bed.

Meanwhile, I returned my focus to Summer’s bent-over body. Taking a good grip of her hips, I stared down at her heart-shaped ass and really started to lay down the lumber. But as I stared down at her beautifully-shaped booty, I flashed back to the memory of fucking Yvaine’s heart-shaped ass in this same position...

... and what I’d done to it immediately after.

Yvaine had just screamed out another orgasm, semi-muffled by Dawn smashing her face into her pussy. I stopped thrusting and instead reached down with both hands to separate Yvaine’s asscheeks to the side and stare down at her winking rosebud. I purposely rasped my throat to generate saliva, bent over, and spit on her tightly-clenched anus. Then, I did it once more.

Finally, I withdrew my dick and centered the tip of my prick into my own tiny puddle of spit. And as she felt the pressure of my cock knocking at her backdoor, Yvaine shuddered and groaned, “Oh, holy shit.”

And then I thrust.

My memory of Yvaine’s first howling scream blended with the sound of Summer’s present screeching as I burrowed inch after inch of throbbing penis into my Pet’s anal chute. I stared down at the sight of my fat cock looking absolutely massive as it attempted to stretch open Summer’s sphincter, unlubricated save for a couple of wads of spit. I felt absolutely certain she could ultimately take it, but that didn’t mean the process wouldn’t be a little painful.

In front of me right now, Summer’s copper-haired head thrust upward as she arched her back in response to the tension of my thick prod forcibly invading her ass. It was almost the same way her mother’s platinum-blonde head had thrust upward earlier. Yvaine’s back had remained arched like that for a while - not an easy thing to do with her wrists still cuffed behind her lower back - as she gritted her teeth and grunted and groaned, unable to completely relax while I had to fight for every inch of progress deep down into her Hershey Highway.

Only at the very end when I finally got myself balls-deep up her butthole did Yvaine finally relax, collapsing downward as she literally fell face-first into Dawn’s neatly-trimmed blonde muff. And I had paused to let my Pleasure Doll get used to the sensations of her first Big Ben sodomization by carving my cast-iron cock around the confines of her constricted colon.

Summer, on the other hand, was used to these abrupt invasions. Even with her head thrown back, she audibly hissed and relaxed her anal muscles like a well-trained pet, readily receiving my rigid rod into her receptive rectum. While I’d needed to give Yvaine a couple of minutes to adjust to my unexpected invader, Summer was ready for me to ream her out right away. And I was happy to do so, planting my hand on the back of her head and shoving her face back down into Dawn’s crotch as I did so.

Yvaine returned while I was still sodomizing the shit out of Summer (not literally). The older woman shivered at the sight of me summarily spanking Summer’s asscheeks over and over and over again, and she stopped next to the bed rather than hand over the articles I’d requested.