Chapter 36

~Marcia~

I wake up Saturday morning to the sound of my phone alarm. Yup, I have an alarm for Saturday. Usually, I don’t. I prefer to sleep in on weekends. I’m more of a morning person than Hazel, but it’s still nice to be able to wake up on my own two days a week. However, today is different. It’s Prom day!

After shutting off my alarm, I throw my covers off my body. I’m wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties. I let out a girlish giggle as I excitedly wiggle my body in bed. Prom! Eek! This is gonna be a night I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

Feeling frisky, I hook my thumbs into my panties and lift my ass so I can slide my underwear off. Then I reach into my bedside table and pull out one of my vibrators. I switch on the small, pink sex toy as I slide it between my legs.

“Mm.” I moan while pushing my head into the pillow and biting my lower lip.

I slide the vibrator through my wet labia, coating the sex toy in my feminine nectar. Thinking about Steven, I place the vibrator on my clit. Oh fuck, this feels so good. The little sex toy is buzzing on my clit, making me moan and squirm.

“Oh, Steven!” I gasp as I imagine him thrusting into me, claiming me as his own.

With my free hand, I pull my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my hard nipples. My thin shirt bunches up beneath my armpits as I grab my own boob and squeeze. I arch my back as my tongue snakes out to run along my lip.

Switching off the vibrator, I bring it to my mouth and start sucking my own juices from the small sex toy. I imagine sucking on Shawn while Steven fucks me. Mm, two dicks at once. This is my first time fantasizing about taking multiple cocks.

Steven and Shawn. Both guys hard for me. Only for me. Their manly grunts of exertion as they use my tight, young body. Me on my hands and knees as I enjoy a spit-roast. Oh God, yes! My toes start to curl as I think about one dick in my mouth and another in my cunt. The vibrator is on again, it’s between my legs as it buzzes my clit.

“Fuck me harder!” I coo.

I flip onto my hands and knees and push the vibrator beneath my body and between my legs. With my naked ass in the air, I buck my hips against the sex toy. I think about two, strong, handsome men pumping cum into my body.

“Ah, cumming!” I squeak as I bite my lower lip to try and keep quiet. “I’m cumming!”

Collapsing onto my belly, I let out a loud breath into my pillow. I can feel my dark, sweaty hair clinging to my face as I pant heavily. A smile of contentment crosses my face as I lay on my bed and bask in the aftermath. Nothing beats a great orgasm.

Eventually, I realize I have to move. I put on pajamas and pocket my vibrator. Then I make my way to the family bathroom. Fortunately, my parents aren’t up this early, so the only bathroom in the house is vacant.

Once I get naked, I step back and admire myself in the bathroom mirror. Dark hair framing an adorable face, large breasts dangling from my chest, a perfectly flat stomach; yeah, I’m definitely a nice piece of ass. I’m gonna blow Shawn’s mind tonight.

After cleaning my vibrator, I sit on the toilet to pee. Then I turn on the shower and test the water temperature with my hand. Stepping beneath the spray, I tilt my head back and sigh happily as the hot water hits my sensitive skin.

I take a nice, long, hot shower. I shave my legs, pussy, and underarms, making sure my body is completely hairless for tonight. I soap up my tight, young body as steam swirls around the shower stall. Then I let the spray wash the suds away.

I’m clean, but I choose to stay in the hot water and enjoy it for awhile longer. I contemplate my life as I enjoy my shower. I’m the shy, quiet girl; everyone knows it. I don’t talk that much. Even my relatives comment at family events about how quiet I am. Yet, I can be a wanton slut in the bedroom. I love it.

My parents will never understand. They still think their little girl is a virgin, despite hearing about some of the things that go on at Kayla’s mansion. I am actually in shock myself; so much is different now. The hook up at Kayla’s birthday pool party is the beginning of my transformation into a true Slut-sister.

I dry off before dressing in pajamas. Then I make my way to the kitchen and pop some bread into the toaster for breakfast. I pour myself a glass of orange juice and sit down at the kitchen table with my buttered toast. I’m eating when my mom walks in.

“Good morning, Marcia!” Mom says in a friendly voice.

“Morning, Mom.” I reply. “Where’s Dad?”

“Still in the bedroom.” Mom answers as she putters around the kitchen. “He’s giving us a chance to chat privately.”

“Oh.” I frown. She wants to talk again. Great. This is gonna suck.

Mom just smiles at me before turning and starting coffee brewing. I rehearse my story about being a virgin in my head as Mom prepares her breakfast. When it’s ready, Mom sits across from me at the table.

“So.” Mom says as she lets out a breath.

“So?” I ask, giving her a look indicating for her to follow up.

“Are you excited for Prom?” she inquires.

“Yes!” I breathe. “I can’t wait! I’m gonna go to Kayla’s after lunch to get ready with the girls.”

“Right. The mansion.” Mom states while giving me a stern look. “You know I really don’t approve of one of your friends dating a middle-aged man.”

“We’ve been over this, Mom.” I reply with an eye roll.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Mom admonishes. “And yes, I know we’ve talked about this before. We agreed you wouldn’t go over there anymore.”

“Then Kayla and Lexi got kidnapped!” I exclaim. “I had to see them!”

“I know, I know.” Mom sighs. “What happened to them was terrible, and I’m glad they’re okay. I just am not sure if you should be going over there.”

“Mom!” I whine loudly. “You said I could stay over tonight!”

“I know I did.” Mom says as she raises her hands. “I’m just scared.”

“Of what?” I wonder.

“Lexi is dating a much older man, Kayla’s been raped, Hazel’s pregnant, there were rapes of those other girls you go to school with, the trial.” Mom nervously says. “So many girls your age are having sex, and I just, I’m scared, okay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Nothing is gonna happen to me.” I insist. I’m glad Mom doesn’t know about Kelsey being in the hospital. “Everyone at the mansion loves and cares about me. I’ll be safe.”

“Are you a virgin?” Mom asks for the hundredth time.

“I told you, I am!” I hiss. “When will you stop asking?”

“When you stop lying!” she snarls.

“What makes you think I’m lying?” I retort. “I even unlocked my phone so you could go through it! Which, by the way, you had no right to do!”

“I had every right!” Mom responds. “I pay for that phone!”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes as I cross my arms over my chest.

The joys of being an only child, I’m constantly the center of attention. I suppose in some ways it’s a good thing, although I hate being the center of attention. My parents are so protective, and I get it, it’s out of love, but I’m eighteen! I’m an adult!

“I don’t want to fight with you, Marcia.” she says, not commenting on the eye roll this time. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I reply, my eyes down.

“I know you think I’m just some overprotective old lady.” Mom begins. “But, I remember what it’s like to be your age.”

I slowly lift my head and look across the table at my mother. I’m surprised by the way she’s looking at me. This time, it isn’t with judgment and disappointment, but understanding and compassion. I wonder what’s different now. I indicate for Mom to continue.

“I always planned to wait until my wedding night to have sex, I thought it was the right thing to do.” Mom says. “Then I met a very nice boy. He was so sweet; he brought me flowers, he took me out to romantic restaurants, I thought it was love.”

“Then what happened?” I ask, leaning forward.

“I had very strict parents, including a father who made it clear that there would be hell to pay if I had sex before marriage.” Mom takes a deep breath before continuing. “So, I ended up having my first time in the back seat of a car when I was eighteen.”

“How was that?” I ask.

“Uncomfortable.” Mom smirks. “My legs spread in the back seat with a guy on top of me. My head cramped up against the door. Every thrust made my head bang into the car door.”

“Dad was kind of a selfish lover then, wasn’t he?” I say, shaking my head.

“No.” she sighs. “It wasn’t your father. No, that guy dumped me once he got what he wanted. Decided he could do better than the cute, shy girl. Turns out, he was right. He ended up taking the head cheerleader to Prom.”

“Ouch.” I reply. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought it was true love.” Mom tells me. “Turns out, it wasn’t. Things got worse after that.”

“Oh?” I inquire.

“Yes.” she nods. “I went to college. My first taste of freedom. I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. Went to parties, and well, you definitely don’t want to imagine the way the shy wallflower let loose.”

“You can tell me.” I answer, completely in shock that my mother is actually having an open and honest conversation with me. “You know, if you want.”

“I gave a lot of blowjobs.” Mom confirms. “In cars, in the stairwell of a college building, in dorm rooms, at parties.”

“Okay.” I nod.

“And, I had a lot of sex.” she says. “A lot. I did more things I’m not proud of. I got drunk, I did stupid things that I was ashamed of when I woke up. I drank to push down the shame, which led to more stupid things ... I couldn’t control it. It’s why I don’t drink anymore.”

“You’re an alcoholic?!” I exclaim loudly.

“I am.” Mom admits as she lets out a breath. “You must have noticed that your father and I never drink? That there’s no alcohol in the house?”

“I’ve noticed.” I confirm.

“There’s a lot I did that I don’t even remember. I’ve woken up missing clothes on several occasions.” Mom says.

“Did you ever think that maybe your father being so overprotective is part of what drove you to do things you didn’t really want to?” I suggest. “You know, letting loose just to prove to yourself that you could.”

“Maybe.” Mom admits with a sigh. “I definitely wouldn’t have experimented with group sex sober.”

“Wow.” I whisper, eyes wide. It’s hard to imagine my mother doing such things.

“Those guys didn’t care about me. At all.” she states. “They just wanted a willing hole to stick it in.”

“Ouch.” I wince.

“Yeah.” Mom agrees. “Anyway, why am I telling you this? Because you used to tell me everything, Marcia. I remember you coming home from school every day, so excited to tell me about your day. Now? Now, I barely get two words from you. I’m scared. I’m scared that you will do things you’ll regret.”

“Maybe I will.” I acknowledge. “Isn’t that part of growing up? Falling, and learning to get back up again?”

“I suppose it is.” she reluctantly admits.

“So, you were just afraid I’d follow in your footsteps, or worse? Is Dad the same way?” I ask, finally understanding Mom better.

“Oh, no; your father wants you to remain a dateless virgin until he dies. Maybe later.” Mom chuckles.

“And you?” I inquire.

“I just want you to be happy, Marcia.” she smiles. “And I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Everyone at the mansion loves me, Mom.” I insist. “We all mean the world to each other, and would never purposely do anything to cause each other pain.”

“I’m gonna ask you this one more time,” Mom says as she places her folded hands on the table and looks at me, “are you a virgin?”

“No,” I shake my head, “I’m not.”

“I see.” Mom lets out a deep breath. “Did you have sex with Kayla’s father?”

“Yes.” I whisper.

“He’s over twenty years older than you. For you to give your virginity to him...” she comments.

“He wasn’t my first.” I interject. “He was the first to truly care about me, all of me, very much.”

“He has a girlfriend.” Mom adds.

“Who knows about everything.” I confirm. “I didn’t do anything behind Lexi’s back.”

“And you plan to have sex with your date tonight?” she wonders.

“Probably, yes.” I confirm with a nod.

“Okay.” Mom sighs.

“Okay?” I ask.

“If you can promise me that you’ll be more open and honest with me, I won’t object to you going to the mansion.” Mom vows.

“Really?!” I exclaim in shock.

“Yes, really.” she smiles. “Just please, be safe.”

“I will, Mom.” I nod.

“Are you on the pill?” she wonders.

“Yes.” I nod.

“Smart girl.” Mom grins.

With the floodgates open, Mom and I talk. I mean, we really talk, for the first time in years. She tells me about meeting Dad for the first time, about her first time making love, really making love, with a man. My father. I tell her about my first time, about blowing Ron at that amusement park. I even mention the one night stand at Kayla’s birthday pool party.

Then, I finally tell her the big secret. I tell her about my Slut-sisters. Mom winces at the name, but I explain about our unconditional love and support for each other. How it’s not just about sex, it’s about us, and our ability to love each other no matter what. She’s shocked that I’m bisexual, but doesn’t judge me. In fact, she seems to show some relief when she finally accepts how much I’m loved.

“I wish I’d had your support system back when I was in college.” Mom sighs. “You’re really happy right now?”

“I am very happy, Mom.” I insist.

“Then, I’ll handle your father.” she promises. “You have fun at Prom.”

“I’ll give you all the details after!” I smile.

“Well, maybe not all the details.” Mom smirks.

“Okay, sorry.” I reply with a giggle.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Mom begins as she stands up, “since we’re being open and honest, I don’t need to hide it anymore; I’m gonna head back to my room and get some dick.”

“Enjoy, Mom!” I smirk.

“Oh, I will.” she responds.

~Kayla~

Today is the day of my Senior Prom. I should be getting ready right now. Instead, it’s first thing in the morning and I’m sitting in my car. I start the engine and pull out of our massive driveway. Then I’m off to the hospital to visit Kelsey.

When I arrive at the hospital, I pull out my phone and text Stephanie. She lets me know where she is, and I get out of my car. Then I enter the hospital and look around until I see the dark-haired girl with the huge boobs. I immediately walk over to her.

“Stephanie!” I exclaim.

“Kayla!” Stephanie replies as she rushes up to me and hugs me.

“How’s Kelsey?” I ask.

“Not well.” my friend sighs. “She’s on suicide watch.”

“Oh, my God!” I gasp as I clap my hands over my mouth. “Did she try to hurt herself?”

“No.” Stephanie shakes her head. “They’re just afraid she will.”

“Is she alone?” I wonder.

“She’s with her parents, they said we could come up.” she answers. “Kelsey’s older sister just left.”

“Okay, lead the way.” I nod.

Stephanie leads me into the elevator and presses the button for the appropriate floor. I don’t like hospitals. They make me think of Mommy, and not in a good way. Daddy coming home after the hospital, without her. Him telling me she’s never coming home.

I shake my head to clear it as the elevator arrives at the right floor. Stephanie knows Kelsey’s room number, so I let her lead me to the room. We knock and are told to come in. Kelsey is laying in a hospital bed with a middle aged Spanish couple standing over her. Shockingly, Kelsey doesn’t have a roommate.

“Hi, Stephanie.” Kelsey’s mom says.

“Hello.” Stephanie replies. “This is Kayla.”

“Nice to meet you.” I respond. “Sorry it’s under these circumstances.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Kayla.” Kelsey’s dad nods. “Honey, why don’t we give them some privacy?”

“Okay.” her mom nods nervously before turning to Kelsey. “We’ll be right outside if you need us.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Kelsey says in a small voice.

Kelsey’s parents make their exit. Stephanie and I each find a chair and pull it up to beside Kelsey’s bed. We sit down and try and comfort the distraught girl with our presence. Kelsey just stares at the wall with a dead look in her eyes.

“How are you feeling?” I ask softly.

“I wish I was dead!” Kelsey wails as tears form in her eyes.

“Don’t talk like that.” Stephanie whispers.

“I-I can still feel them.” Kelsey mumbles while the tears flow down her cheeks. “In the quiet times ... when nothing is going on. I feel their eyes on me. I feel them touching me, taking me. And I can’t make them stop. I just want them to stop!”

As Kelsey buries her face in her hands and sobs, I start to think about my own rape. Looking down at this sad, broken girl, I realize that, I’m so close to being her. Kelsey is who I am without Daddy, without Lexi, without the Slut-sisters.

“You’re not alone.” I state as Stephanie stands over Kelsey and rubs her back. “You have people who love you.”

“My therapist said the same thing.” Kelsey replies.

“Your therapist is right.” Stephanie says.

“You shouldn’t love me!” Kelsey exclaims as she looks at Stephanie. “You shouldn’t! It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!”

“No, it isn’t.” I say loudly. “It’s David and Keith’s fault!”

“I-If I hadn’t pushed Stephanie into taking drugs, she never would have been raped!” Kelsey cries.

“I don’t blame you at all, Kelsey.” Stephanie replies. “I blame the two assholes who raped us. The worthless pieces of shit who passed us around like we weren’t even people.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” Kelsey screeches as she shakes her head.

“Sh, sh, you’re okay.” Stephanie insists as I watch the two of them.

“No, I’m not!” the Spanish girl gasps. “Nothing will ever be okay again!”

“I know it feels like that now, but you’re gonna get through this.” I say. “We can all get through this. Together.”

“It hurts so much!” Kelsey says loudly.

“I know, I know.” I reply, tears in my own eyes.

“W-what happened?” Stephanie works up the courage to ask. “How did you end up here?”

“I had to talk to the police again.” Kelsey answers sadly. “They arrested David again. They said they’re gonna try and get his bail revoked.”

“That’s good!” I exclaim.

“I barely sleep, I spend all night crying, I t-take ten showers a day and still don’t feel clean!” Kelsey continues. “I just wanted the pain to stop. M-my parents came home early. I was on the floor, curled up in a ball and crying my eyes out. I had a knife, but I couldn’t do it!”

“So, they checked you into the hospital?” I inquire as Stephanie sobs quietly.

“Y-yes.” Kelsey stammers.

Kelsey starts to cry so hard that she’s hyperventilating. Stephanie and I sit with her for a little bit, trying to comfort the poor girl. Stephanie and I each hold one of her hands as she sobs, and then we hear a noise outside, some sort of clicking sound. Finally, there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Stephanie calls out.

Kelsey’s parents walk in, accompanied by a middle-aged woman. Her face is deeply scarred. As she walks in, I recognize the source of the clicking; the middle-aged woman holds a cane in one hand, and one of her legs ends below the knee, with an artificial foot at the end.

“Kelsey?” the middle-aged woman asks.

“Y-yeah.” Kelsey sniffles.

“I’m Nancy.” the woman says kindly. “I’m a trauma counselor. Mind if I come in for a minute? Maybe we could talk some?”

“I guess that would be okay.” Kelsey nods.

“Kayla and I should probably get going.” Stephanie says.

“Yeah, we’ll give you some privacy.” I agree.

“Thanks for stopping by, both of you.” Kelsey’s mom says. “We’re glad Kelsey has such great friends.”

“We’re happy to be here for her.” Stephanie smiles.

“Will we see you tonight?” I ask Kelsey.

“I’m afraid not.” her dad answers for her. “She’ll be in the hospital for a few days, seventy-two hour hold.”

“I understand.” I nod. She’s missing her Senior Prom? Fuck David and Keith!

After a few more words, Stephanie and I make our exit. I lean my head back against the wall of the elevator as I sigh. Well, this sucks. Kelsey is suicidal, she’s missing Prom, and she’s going through every woman’s worst nightmare.

“Should I follow you back to the mansion?” Stephanie suggests.

“Do you have your Prom dress?” I follow up with.

“Yeah.” Stephanie nods. “It’s hanging in my car. I have everything I need.”

“Okay, let’s go.” I agree.

Stephanie and I get in our cars and drive to my home. Knowing that there will be a lot of cars here soon, we are careful to leave plenty of room when we park. Stephanie takes a garment bag with her dress in it out of her car. Then we make our way through the house and find Hazel lounging in the main living room with the television on.

“Hi, Hazel.” I say politely.

“Kayla.” Hazel nods. “Oh, and Stephanie. Hi! You’re early!”

“I didn’t see a reason to go home after the hospital.” Stephanie shrugs.

“How’s Kelsey?” Hazel inquires.

“Not good.” I sigh.

“I’m sorry.” Hazel replies.

“Hopefully the trauma counselor can help her.” Stephanie sighs.

“Is she going to Prom tonight?” Hazel asks. “Maybe she could go with us?”

“No, she isn’t leaving the hospital.” I shake my head.

“That fucking sucks!” Hazel curses.

“Agreed.” I nod, feeling tears forming again as I think about Kelsey. “A-anyway, where are Daddy and Lexi?”

“Game room.” Hazel answers. “Lexi is on her back on the pool table with her legs in the air.”

“They’re fucking?” Stephanie giggles.

“They’re always fucking.” Hazel rolls her eyes and smirks. “But yeah, we were all playing pool, they started getting frisky. I came up here to give them some privacy.”

“I love how open everyone is here.” Stephanie smiles.

“Welcome to our den of sin!” Hazel laughs, echoing the words of her parents.

“Thanks!” Stephanie smirks as I shake my head.

“When will the other girls be here?” I ask.

“Soon.” Hazel answers.

“Who else is coming?” Stephanie wonders.

“Ashley and Marcia are coming early so we can all do our hair together.” I answer. “Nicole will be here a little after. Josh and Shawn are driving here on their own so they have their cars here. Their parents are coming as well. Ian is coming with his parents. Marcia and Ashley’s parents are coming, Your parents are divorced, but you said they were coming separately.”

“Hence why you said we needed to leave a lot of room in the driveway.” Stephanie nods.

“Yup!” I say. “Wanna head to my room for a little while and relax?”

“We don’t have to, we can stay out here with Hazel.” Stephanie smiles.

“Hazel doesn’t mind.” Hazel calls out in the third person. “Go have your chat. Or fuck. Whatever.”

“Thanks, Hazel.” I say.

I lead Stephanie to my bedroom. Stephanie hangs up her garment bag in my room and walks up to hug me. I hug her back, and we hold each other for a couple minutes. I know we’re both thinking about Kelsey, and how we can end up in the hospital if we fall apart. We have to stay strong.

“Kayla?” Stephanie asks when she pulls back slightly to look at me.

“Yes?” I reply, looking into her eyes as we keep our arms around each other.

“At my darkest, I thought of you.” Stephanie begins, taking a deep breath. “When the memories of those guys forcing themselves on me threaten to overwhelm me, I remember your story, your courage. You went through it. And more. And I know, it’s something that is very hard, but very survivable. Your courage gives me strength.”

“Thank you.” I whisper. “The people in my life; Daddy, my Slut-sisters, you ... you are all the reasons that I’m not currently in a hospital bed. The people in my life are the reason I can smile and laugh, why I can go to sleep at night and not think about the horrors I went through.”

“I understand.” Stephanie nods. “You are my path, my light. And ... that’s part of why I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I whisper as Stephanie leans in for a kiss. “That’s why I have to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” Stephanie frowns as she pulls back and looks at me intently.

“Well, you know about the Slut-sisters, about us having sex with each other.” I begin nervously.

“Yes, of course.” she nods.

“All the Slut-sisters sleep with my father.” I take a deep breath. “All of us.”

“Y-you mean...?” Stephanie trails off with wide eyes.

“I have sex with my own father.” I admit, looking at Stephanie, terror coursing through me as I think about her potential reaction. “Ian knows about it.”

“Um, wow. You know that’s probably breaking some sort of law?” Stephanie asks.

“Probably.” I shrug. “But, fuck the law. Daddy and I love each other. We have our own way of bonding.”

“That’s a lot to take in.” she says. “I mean, I knew you went to talk to him naked, but I never thought you two actually were fucking.”

“Well, we are.” I state. “Can you accept that?”

“If your boyfriend can handle you getting dick on the side, I think I can, too.” Stephanie giggles as she leans forward and pecks my lips.

“Thank you.” I whisper, kissing her back. I surprise us both by the intensity of the kiss. Then I pull back slightly so I can look deep into her eyes. “Thank you for understanding. I was so afraid.”

“All you’ve been through, and telling me something like that is what makes you afraid?” she asks.

“I was terrified of losing your friendship.” I explain.

“Never.” Stephanie promises. “My friendship, and my love, are yours.”

We’re both breathing heavily as we hold each other, our eyes locked. Stephanie and I lean forward at the same time. Our lips meet as our eyes close. I bury a hand in her raven locks as I push my tongue between her lips. Stephanie is equally aggressive, her hands dropping to cup my butt cheeks.

Clothes start coming off. My shirt lands on the floor, and I nearly knock over the lamp on my bedside table when I toss Stephanie’s large bra aside. Then I kick my shorts away. Stephanie grabs me by the hair and moans my name when I latch onto one of her big boobs and start sucking.

“Yeah, lick my titty!” she encourages while holding my head to her bosom.

I nurse at Stephanie’s breast while she slides a hand between my legs. Her fingers push the strap of my panties aside before they press up and into my pussy. I moan loudly against Stephanie’s tit while I reach a hand up to squeeze her other boob. Stephanie keeps fingering me as I play with her tits.

When we’re both naked, I get on top of Stephanie. Her hands cup my face as I lean in to kiss her. I can feel my tits swaying back and forth as I straddle the busty, young woman. Stephanie’s fingers caress the soft skin of my face as we kiss passionately.

Stephanie and I start tribbing. I pant heavily as her wet labia runs along my slit. Lowering my body, I press my breasts against Stephanie’s. I can feel her hard nipples brushing against mine. Stephanie releases my face and grabs my ass to guide my motions.

“Oh, Kayla!” Stephanie moans.

“Stephanie!” I husk back.

We continue to make love. Sometimes I’m on top, sometimes we roll over so that Stephanie is hovering over me, grinding her pussy against mine. The moment is perfect. Our eyes open and we look at each other as we both reach orgasm at the same time.

Twenty minutes later, Stephanie and I lay on top of the comforter. We’re snuggling, our hands lightly caressing each other. I turn my head and peck Stephanie’s lips. She coos happily as she kisses me back, smiling softly when the kiss breaks.

“So, what do we do now?” Stephanie wonders.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out together.” I reply sincerely.

~Steven~

“Feels good, Babe.” I whisper as I rest one hand on Lexi’s auburn head.

“Mm!” Lexi hums as she grips my thighs while bobbing her head on me.

We’re in the game room. Both of us are naked, and I’m sitting in a chair with my legs spread. Kneeling between my legs, her knees on the floor, is Lexi. I’m leaning my head back as I moan softly while enjoying a blowjob.

Memories of this wonderful morning race through my mind as Lexi sucks my dick. There’s really nothing like sitting a girl’s naked ass on a pool table, putting her legs over your shoulders, and pounding her until she screams. Now, I’m hard for a second time, loving the feel of a warm mouth around my shaft.

“Getting close, Lexi.” I pant weakly. “Get ready for it.”

Lexi nods rapidly while keeping my cock between her lips. Grabbing a fistful of Lexi’s hair, I buck my hips and start cumming in her little mouth. My adorable girlfriend squeaks as her mouth fills with semen. I gasp and fire another shot between her lips when I feel her throat contract as she swallows.

Grasping my softening cock at the base, Lexi pulls her mouth off of me. She then looks up, parts her lips, and shows me the cum still on her tongue. Lexi closes her mouth and swallows the last of my load. Finally, she leans down and gives my tip an affectionate kiss.