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Introduction:

Although this is a standalone story, it is the 4th chapter a series depicting the life changing affects on a band booked on an LBGTQ cruise.

Debbie tried to get ready for rehearsal, and as she dressed, the egg vibrated relentlessly inside her. She was a wreck, with no idea how she would ever function at rehearsal and could not imagine performing in front of a packed arena later that night. Her life had been completely upended, as she had been pulled into the harem, for lack of a better term, of a beautiful Black lesbian domme.

She had no idea how she could have let it happen, but she could not even replay the events of that morning in her mind, or the vibrating egg would make her come. And for reasons she could still not fully understand, she had to obey Susan’s command not to come unless she was given permission.

She had gone to Susan’s cabin to make it clear she was not interested in her twisted world, and to get her to stop treating her new friend Stephanie that way. But when she saw Stephanie naked on hands and knees, begging for Susan’s pussy, something snapped inside her, and she watched helplessly. As she watched, Susan masterfully used Stephanie to help pull Debbie in, too.

After being released to prepare for rehearsal, the egg kept her on edge, with the constant tingling, suppressing her will to resist. She let her mind drift to Susan’s promise that if she showed Susan the red tail of the egg hanging from her vibrating pussy, during the show, she would give her a special surprise.

For that same reason, she could not revisit, in her mind, the things Susan and Stephanie had done to her that morning— Debbie could not allow herself to imagine what the special surprise might be, or she would surely come, and face Susan’s wrath for disobedience.

Occasionally, the egg would speed up for a few seconds until she was sure she would come, then it would stop, reminding her that Susan was in control. She tried to turn her thoughts to the other band members and what they might have been up to, but the tingling buzz inside her would not let her think clearly.

She dressed in the skirt Susan had requested, sans panties, and with the egg vibrating, she could not bring herself to worry about possible exposure to others from the stage. She needed only to comply, and finding a way to do it without getting caught was pure excitement. She wore a flannel shirt unbuttoned to mid-breast and tied it in a cropped configuration. She had assessed the risk of a wardrobe malfunction, but Susan had made it clear she would be pleased if Debbie went bra-less— and pleasing her was all that mattered. She secured the shirt tails in a strong knot in front, exposing her midriff to further impress her mistress.

As she struggled to position her tits just right, there was a knock on the door. She ran to answer, wondering if Susan may have decided to use her for a pre-rehearsal pleasure session. To her shock and wonderment, it was Lisa, Susan’s sorority sister and third member of her trifecta of cunt-whores. The shock of the W- and C-word had since dulled, and with the egg vibrating inside her, they only excited her more. Just a few hours earlier, Debbie would never have believed any of this would excite her. But Susan had brought her more pleasure in a couple of hours than Debbie had felt in her entire life.

Then Lisa, the tall, slender beauty who had also succumbed to Susan’s power of persuasion was outside her door, and Debbie hoped beyond hope that Susan had sent her to be pleasured. Her thoughts were consumed by how Lisa might taste, or how she moved and sounded as she came. Debbie wanted to taste her and learn how she compared to Susan and Stephanie.

She opened the door, to Lisa’s smiling face, in a white bikini with nicely tanned skin, and a shoulder-strapped beach bag. Her shapely neck was adorned with a rainbow ribbon necklace with a silver ring about the diameter of a dime hanging in front.

“Hello Debbie, I am so sorry, I missed this morning’s training, may I come in?”

“Yes, of course, come in. What can I do for you, Miss Lisa?” asked Debbie, as she thought about how easily she had been coerced into ‘training’ and then had accepted it as a fact of life that she was being trained as a’ ‘cunt-whore’ for her Black domme.

Lisa’s facial expression was delightfully devious, as she looked hungrily at Debbie.

“Oh, the possibilities,” she whispered, moving closer, until her nose nearly touched Debbie’s. Next, she tilted her head slightly, signaling a kiss, only to pull back when Debbie opened her lips and closed her eyes to receive her subtle sweet lips. “Unfortunately, that will have to wait. But I do need to check something for Susan.”

Susan had told Lisa about how quickly Debbie had accepted her new role, but seeing her response when she had asked to come in, and the innuendo in her tone as she asked what she could do for her, was beyond expectation. She also noted that Debbie properly referred to her as Miss Lisa, acknowledging her subjugation. Lisa wanted nothing more than to take advantage of her superior stature, but knew she had to be patient and wait for Susan’s permission. She set her bag down and turned back to Debbie.

Then she leaned in and brushed her cheek against Debbie’s. Lisa’s perfume was delightful, and Debbie found herself willing to do whatever Lisa had in mind. When Lisa’s hand reached under her skirt, Debbie’s legs spread wider, welcoming her touch and the hope of relief from the constant state of arousal.

She released a high-pitched humming groan as Lisa’s fingers pressed against her engorged pussy, accentuating the vibration of the egg. “Oh Debbie, you’re a hot, wet mess, honey. My goodness your pussy lips are huge and just dripping.”

Lisa rubbed her hand up and down the length of her crack, sandwiching her labia and the vibrator tail between her fingers. Debbie’s arms hugged Lisa, and her hands gripped her ass, holding herself tightly against her. Then Lisa brought her left hand around Debbie’s back and looked at her cell phone, as Debbie trembled and groaned.

“Oh, please Miss Lisa,” she pleaded.

With her thumb on the screen, Lisa turned the egg to high and Debbie’s moans turned to screams.

“Oh, please, can I come, Miss Lisa?”

Her hand continued to rub. “Oh, sweetie that’s so powerful, isn’t it?”

“Please, please, please, please, please…”

Lisa gripped the tail of the egg and popped it out, shocking Debbie, whose mouth opened and pussy pulsed so close to the edge, only to be denied. Next, Lisa took the toy to her mouth after shutting it off.

“Um, yummy cuntsicle,” she sighed, and closed her lips around the egg with the tail hanging out.

She sucked it for a moment, staring at Debbie, then pulled It out. “I want to taste the source, please.”

Debbie nodded her approval as Lisa dropped the egg into her beach bag. “We’re going to give you a little break on one condition.”

Debbie whimpered as Lisa’s hand returned to her engorged wetness. She nodded mindlessly, agreeing to whatever condition they wanted.

“Susan wants you to join us for a little shopping in Salon G on deck three at four o’clock. Rehearsal’s at five-thirty, correct?”

Debbie whimpered and nodded.

“Good, now turn and face the wall, Debbie!”

She complied, as Lisa fell onto her knees.

“Hike up your skirt, slut!” barked Lisa.

Her denim skirt was tight fitting, and she had to grip the hem and pull it straight up, turning it inside out.

“Higher!” commanded Lisa, as Debbie struggled, but got it completely inverted, exposing her ass completely.

“Spread your legs, Debbie!”

Debbie complied and pressed her ass toward Lisa’s face. Lisa gripped her cheeks hard and spread them apart.

“What a hot chubby little ass, and our sweet Debbie likes to flaunt it like a whore,” grunted Lisa before nibbling her buns. “You played the innocent little straight girl so well, but now, you’re just a wet little slut begging for my tongue, aren’t you, Debbie?”

Her right hand reached between Debbie’s legs and rubbed her pussy. Debbie squealed and rocked her hips, groaning with pleasure.

“Answer me, Debbie! Oh, shit there’s a little gape from the egg just perfect for my finger.”

Debbie sang out, as Lisa curled a finger inside her pussy, still nibbling her ass. “Yes. Please eat my lesbian-whore cunt! Ah!”

“Damn, your cunt lips are so big and juicy. I want to suck them so bad.”

Lisa was fingerfucking Debbie at a growing speed, biting her ass and sending her over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me come, Miss Lisa!”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Debbie?”

“Oh God, yes!”

Her fingers retreated immediately, and she slapped Debbie’s ass as she stood up, leaving Debbie panting desperately with a dripping, gaping cunt, and skirt hiked skyward.

Lisa leaned in and kissed her neck. “Unfortunately, you don’t get to come just yet,” replied Lisa, as her fingers moved to Debbie’s mouth and slipped inside, letting her taste her own pussy. “Good girl. I brought you a little gift. Don’t move.”

She held a hand on Debbie’s back as she bent down and pulled something from the bag. When she stood back up, she reached around Debbie’s neck and put a rainbow ribbon necklace around it and clasped it in back.

“Susan wants us to have a rainbow collar to mark us as hers. If anyone asks, we’re wearing them in support of the LBGTQ community. Come, have a look.”

She took Debbie by the hand and guided her to the bathroom, where she stood her, facing the mirror and stepped behind her with her chin on Debbie’s shoulder. “This looks perfect on you,” said Lisa, as she kissed her neck, reached around Debbie and began to rub her pussy slowly, as her warm breath sent chills down Debbie’s spine.

Debbie had been in a state of hypersensitivity since opening Lisa’s cabin door and seeing Stephanie, kneeling naked before her. In that moment, the embers of curiosity that Susan’s arrogance had planted in her head ignited an inferno of lust and desire she never could have imagined. She felt in a fog of unreality, as if watching it all happen to someone else. A movie she knew she should turn off, but the tingling itch in her loins held her gaze, and she justified indulging her fantasy just a little while longer.

The image of her standing naked from the waist down, skirt hiked up and inside out, was lost by the feel of the warm body pressing against her, the hot breath electrifying her spine, and the gently probing fingers touching her moist heat. She looked at Lisa’s blue eyes and sensual smile in the mirror and was lost in sweet surrender.

“Please take off your shirt, Debbie. I want to see all of you.”

Debbie’s eyes and mouth widened, as she moaned from the touch of her finger, glimpsing the sight in the mirror as they melted into her. The shirt she had worked to adjust just right, needed to be removed and she would comply. Her eyes drifted down to the fingers touching her most intimate parts as she untied the shirt tail and undid the two buttons that covered her breasts.

She worked the shirt off, pulling it down, despite Lisa’s body pressing against her. As she lowered it, their skin touched, intensifying her moans.

“Oh, that’s much better,” sighed Lisa. “Your tits are gorgeous. Touch them for me, Debbie.”

Lisa’s expression was a mix of happiness and naughtiness that Debbie could not resist. Her out-of-body feeling was in full gear. She had never really thought of herself as sexy, but as she watched herself in the mirror, as she was being touched by the tall and slender blonde, she saw herself as a sexy and free and loved being, the object of Lisa’s affections.

Lisa panted, “That is so sexy, Debbie.”

Debbie whimpered and gripped both breasts with full hands pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, as she kneaded them.

“You are a nasty little whore, aren’t you, Debbie. You love me watching you touch yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“I can’t believe how wet you are. You love teasing us and making us want you.”

“Yes! Ah!” gasped Debbie. Her hips rolled as Lisa’s words turned her on so much. She had never felt so sexy in her life.

Lisa engulfed Debbie’s pussy in her hand and squeezed gently, shaking her pelvis up and down.

“Your cunt lips are like two slabs of hot, succulent meat, and I just want to suck the juice out of them.”

“Huh! Uh!” grunted Debbie, as her body shuddered at the thought.

As Lisa began to rub the length of her slit again, Debbie felt juices oozing down her thighs and wanted to beg to come but knew it would likely mean more frustration. Instead, she humped Lisa’s finger, thinking she could make herself come and deal with the consequences later.

Her hips rocked faster and watching herself in the mirror, she noticed Lisa’s expression change.

“Are you trying to come, you little slut!”

“Please,” she squeaked.

“So sorry,” said Lisa, sweetly. “Not yet.”

She pulled her fingers back to Debbie’s muff and ran her fingers through it. “Very nice trim work, but I think we need to shave this, don’t you?”

“Thanks for reminding me,” replied Debbie, stunned by the sudden change of situation. She dropped her hands to her side, as Lisa brought her fingers to her mouth.

“My pleasure,” said Lisa, as she sucked her fingers for a taste of Debbie. “I hope you will let me do it for you. I promise I will be very careful with such a delicate treasure.”

Debbie agreed, hesitantly.

“Great, where’s the razor?”

Debbie pointed to the shelf in the shower.

“Great, lose the skirt and join me,” said Lisa, as she turned on the shower and stepped in after checking the temperature.

Debbie had forgotten her agreement to shave for Susan, but the thought of someone else shaving such a delicate area was scary.

As she stepped into the shower, a part of her was disappointed that Lisa had left her bikini on. Lisa let her wet her body down and then pulled her from under the shower and lathered her pussy with body wash.

As her fingers rubbed soap into her bush and her entire vulva, she teased, “Oh, that soap is so slippery, my fingers slip right in.”

Her hand rubbed over her crotch, and she slid a finger inside her. The soap did exactly as Lisa described. It acted as lubricant, allowing her finger to slip easily in and out, and added to the sensitivity of her labia.

So, for another fifteen minutes or so, Lisa meticulously shaved Debbie, re-lathering and edging her repeatedly, until she was hair free and smooth as a baby’s bottom. Then she ‘lathered’ her once again, and after teasing her sufficiently, she rinsed her thoroughly and dropped to her knees and kissed her bare pussy, slowly and softly, before tonguing her to the edge one more time.

Debbie was taken by the intensity in her blue eyes looking up at her as her tongue explored Debbie’s folds. And for Lisa, it took all her will not to finish her off and taste her cum. Particularly, with the look of pleading desperation on Debbie’s face. But once again, she pulled back, stood and left the shower.

“See you at four at Salon G.” She quickly dried off and left, leaving Debbie stunned and wanting.

Debbie stood under the hot shower, trying to collect her thoughts, and prepare for the rest of the day. It seemed the barrage from Susan and her girls had been nonstop all day, and she would hurry to get ready for the next blitz, before rushing off to rehearsal and the show. She was unsure of how she could possibly perform that evening, after all she had experienced that day.

It occurred to her, she had essentially not seen anyone from the band all day and had been completely disconnected.

As fate would have it, she was not the only one with a memorable day. Mark and Brittney had their own adventures, Mark had met up with Allen, who he met the night they played the piano bar. He was also a guitar aficionado, and they had struck up a conversation. They played together for a few moments, followed by a mini session the next day backstage at the auditorium.

Allen was surprisingly talented but had never played in a band. He had many Beatles songs memorized and could play a ***********ion of country tunes from memory as well. Allen had not brought a guitar on the cruise, but Mark let him use Debbie’s Gibson and he used his Yamaha FG830.

After he and Allen played tennis that morning, they showered and met for lunch, then he invited Allen to meet his pride and joy, his mahogany Fender CG60SCE acoustic electric. After showing it off, he let him play a few tunes on it and they slipped right into a jam session.

“You really need to play a song or two with us in the piano bar one of these nights. You are good, man,” said Mark.

He felt a little bit awkward, jamming with a guy wearing a thong Speedo. It had been such a blast of reality to see him in it. After their first meeting, with him in jeans and a T, he really didn’t even think of him as gay. Seeing him in the thong changed his perspective. Not that it mattered, nor should he have been surprised considering it was an LBGTQ cruise. But there was something intimidating about a well-hung dude with basically a banana hammock. And awkward, to say the least, to have him sitting on your bed playing your favorite guitar.

Before the session, they had had a couple beers with lunch and brought some back to the room. Mark found himself trying not to stare at the outline of his horse dick through the Lycra. He had also struggled with his feelings about his wife Brittney’s adventurous side, which had been revealed on the cruise. It all began as harmless fun, joking about ‘what happens on the cruise ship, stays on the cruise ship.’ It had advanced to levels he couldn’t believe. She made it known; she was open to threesomes while on the cruise. One with a woman and one with a man.

“Another beer?” Mark asked, as he thought about how to work that into a conversation.

“Sure,” replied Allen.

Mark felt a connection with Allen as a potential buddy he could hang out with. But the thong drove home that he was clearly gay, and by far the best prospect for someone who might be an option for Brittney’s little fantasy.

Although, he had to admit, since his discussion with Brittney, he had become increasingly intrigued by the idea of a real cock. After their wedding, Brittney had awakened in him, a love of anal sex. Brittney surprised him with a strap-on, after seeing his reaction to being fingered, and he became obsessed with coming while being fucked. Things got to the point that Brittney insisted they go to couples counseling, and they relegated the strap-on to special occasions only.

As he thought about how big Allen’s cock would be when hard, the idea of taking him in the ass scared him as much as it excited him. Mark was certainly curious about getting fucked by a real cock, but for whatever reason, the thought of kissing a man felt repulsive. Additionally, the thought of giving oral to a man did not excite him much, either. Imagining Brittney trying to deep-throat his monster cock, however, did intrigue him. But when lumped together in the barrage of thoughts running through his head, it all felt overwhelming.

Prior to wearing the thong, Allen did not really show any blatantly gay qualities. He had slightly long hair, but had come across as an outdoorsy, flannel-shirt-and-jeans kind of man’s man. Mark was struggling to imagine Allen with a guy, and really had no idea if he would be interested in a threesome. So, he decided to break the ice on the subject as he handed him a beer.

“Do you mind a personal question?” asked Mark, cautiously, followed by a big gulp of beer.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Do you consider yourself bi, or gay?” he asked, but avoided eye contact.

“I’ve definitely been with both, and enjoy both, so I’d say bi,” said Allen, calmly, as he set the guitar aside and leaned back on the bed. He sat, propped up with his arms extended behind his back. He spread his legs apart, highlighting his physical endowment.

“I’ve seen your wife, so gay it’s not, but judging by your gaze, I’d say bi or at least curious?”

Mark averted his eyes and resolved not to look at his cock again. “No, well, I’ve never done anything gay…”

“Okay, so you’ve been eyeing my cock and you’re asking about my sexual status. You and Brittney have been partying hard and she’s not shy… Do you want to watch me fuck your wife or something?”

Mark was suddenly at a complete loss. His attempt at subtle conversation had blown up in his face and Allen’s comments, though crude, were not far from the truth. Although it might be more accurate to say Mark wanted his wife to watch Allen fuck him. But Mark was probably most curious about getting fucked by Allen. It was Brittney pushing for the threesomes, but here, he was coming across like a perv, so he tried to explain.

“No, man. I’m, uh, not a perv or anything, it’s just we didn’t know what kind of cruise this was, and it’s all been kinda crazy… and seeing you in that bathing suit… I never would have thought you’d wear something like that. I didn’t mean to stare—”

Mark glanced down at Speedo and Allen’s cock had grown. He lost his words at the thought of feeling it in his ass.

“It’s okay, Mark. If you hadn’t noticed I’m into you, too,” said Allen, making his cock move.

“But I’m not really ah, you know, gay,” replied Mark, unable to look away.

“Not ‘really’ gay,’ but your-mouth-waters-when-you-look-at-my-cock gay?” joked Allen.

“But, um… I ah—”

“Can’t take your eyes off of it?”

He was right, Mark gazed mesmerized, as Allen stiffened in front of him. He could not help but stare.

“Taste?” asked Allen, as he gripped his cock through the Speedo.

Mark cringed. The thought of sucking a dick still did nothing for him. However, the thought of taking him in the ass still intrigued him. Although, he looked much bigger than Brittney’s strap-on.

Allen saw him cringe and walked it back. “Shit, Mark, I’m sorry if I misread you, but you’re staring, your cock’s getting hard… I feel like an idiot. I’ll go… Can I use the restroom; I can’t really go like this.” Allen darted his eyes down at his hard-on.

Mark smiled at the thought of him walking through the ship with a boner in his thong Speedo.

“No man, it’s cool really, I, ah… We… Brittany and I were toying with some ideas…”

The red in Allen’s face faded and he felt relieved. But he did not want to jump to conclusions again. So, when Mark struggled for words, he tried to put him at ease.

“It’s okay, Mark, I’d love to hear more,” said Allen, as he moved up on the bed and stacked the pillows behind him, sitting up, legs spread and boner obvious.

Mark started out by confirming what Allen clearly knew— that Brittney was not shy and was adventurous in the bedroom. He told Allen, how lucky he was to have a woman like that, and Allen agreed.

“Hell yes, very lucky. Cheers, man!” he said, holding the beer out for a toast.

Mark moved closer and clinked the cans together and sat on the bed near him. Whenever Mark struggled to continue, Allen would jump in with tidbits about his college life and his own encounters.

A couple more beers, and Mark had laid it all on the table, including Brittney fucking him with a strap-on, his own curiosity of anal with a man. He even showed him the strap-on. Mark shared his aversion to sucking cock or even kissing a guy and how awkward it was that he felt that was repulsive, but the thought of taking it in the ass, got him excited.

The whole time, Allen remained erect and had a nice wet spot in the Speedo around his cockhead.

“Okay, here’s my suggestion,” said Allen. “And it’s not the beer talking. As I said, I am into you, your wife is hot, and I’d fuckin’ love it. But you must wrap your head around this. Your bulge tells me you are curious. But you have some serious reservations that need to be resolved. Clearly, you’ve never been with a guy. If that doesn’t do it for you, you’re not gonna fool Brittney.”

Allen took a deep breath. “How long ’til you have to be at rehearsal?”

“Couple hours,” answered Mark.

“How about, you just relax, go take a piss and do whatever you want to do to get yourself ready. Then, I’ll see if I can get you off…” he grinned. “When I do, you can decide whether to reciprocate. After that, if you think you want more, we can talk about the next steps. Sound good?”

Mark was stunned, as the moment of truth was at hand. Thoughts raced through his mind. ‘Bow out gracefully and say no thanks, buy time to talk to Brittney, find out right now what a real cock feels like.’ The stress of the moment, and the need to pee, seemed to quell his boner

He already knew Brittney’s thoughts, but wondered, what getting him off could mean, and what did he mean by reciprocating? The beers were working, and he really needed to piss. So, he went into the bathroom. When he finished, he decided to take the next step, but thought about ‘getting himself ready,’ whatever that meant.

He grabbed a washcloth, washed his cock, balls and ass, then put his bathing suit back on. Next, he took a deep breath and went back into the room, where Allen sat on the edge of the bed, drinking a beer with his cock still bulging through the Lycra.

“Okay, my turn,” said Allen, as he stood up and walked towards Mark.

He stopped in front of Mark and thought about kissing him, but the expression on his face was a mixture of shock and fear. He decided to bring him along slowly. He smiled calmly and tried to prepare him.

“I’ll be back in just a minute. Relax, man, I promise you’ll like it. And you won’t have to reciprocate, if you don’t want to.”

He stepped past him, and added one last comment, “Lose the clothes, please.”

Mark stood there, stunned for a moment, then stripped. He’d never done anything with a guy and pondered where to sit, how to pose. He paced nervously, as his cock stirred in anticipation. He decided to sit on the bed as Allen had done.

As he waited, he couldn’t help but blush, at the thought of how his six-inch cock, would pale next to Allen’s. The thought hit home when the door opened and Allen came out, fully nude, cock pointing dead ahead.

Mark’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard as the ten-inch cock swayed, side to side, with each step. Mark had a sudden thought of taking batting practice with it. The feeling of embarrassment was monumental. It looked like it was three times his size. It was not only over one-and-a-half times his length, but was equally bigger in diameter.

He let his eyes move off it and he saw Allen’s bright smile, as he stopped a few feet in front of Mark.

“Nice reaction,” he said coyly, as his eyes darted toward Mark’s growing hard-on, then back to him. “Just lay back and relax, Mark. I’ll take it from here.”

Allen stepped forward and dropped to his knees. “Lie back, Mark,” he repeated, as he spread Mark’s knees apart.

Mark leaned back propped on his elbows and watched as Allen extended his tongue and waggled it side to side licking the underside of his balls, before licking up the length of his cock. He swirled his tongue on the tip and licked his way back down. He repeated the process up and down each side, and by the time he returned to the center, Mark was so hard his shaft didn’t even touch his belly.

He groaned his approval, as Allen masterfully tongued him, with a hunger in his eyes, that electrified Mark’s cock. Allen released a sighing moan with each lick that added a little extra excitement, as he truly seemed to be enjoying it. Allen’s pleasure was emphasized by the subdued smile on his face as his tongue worked his magic.

After a thorough tonguing, he gripped Mark’s hard-on and plunged it into his mouth, causing a guttural moan from Mark. He took nearly his entire length and slowly began to bob as Mark’s groans intensified.

“Oh yes,” gasped Mark.

And Allen hummed, “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” as his pace quickened.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna come,” panted Mark.

Allen’s head bobbed harder and faster, as Mark lost control. Unsure if he should pull out or not, Mark wanted to ask, but Allen sucked him so ravenously, he just gave it up and unloaded in his mouth.

As the first jet of cum flooded his mouth, Allen hummed and nodded as he continued to suck him hungrily. Mark’s grunts echoed through the room in time with blast after blast of hot jizz flooding Allen’s tongue.

As the last shot was released, Mark moaned, “Oh God, yes... Fuck!” He gasped, and Allen continued to slowly bob, sucking him dry.

Allen seemed to enjoy every minute of it and his eyes seemed to smile as he bobbed, slowly, humming while he milked Mark’s cock. After a moment, he released it, but began stroking him.

“Damn, Allen,” sighed Mark, his cock remaining hard from Allen’s strokes.

Keeping a hand on Mark’s cock, his other reached out to Mark. Not sure what it meant, he sat up and shifted his weight to one elbow and extended the other hand to meet Allen’s. He pulled Mark upright on the bed.

“That answers one question, now it’s decision time,” he said, as he leaned forward, and touched lips with Mark, almost immediately, slipping his tongue into Mark’s mouth.

As Mark had imagined, it was awkward being kissed by a man at first, but as Allen’s tongue pushed in, the creamy, metallic taste of his own cum reached his taste buds. He was surprised his lips felt so soft. Combined with the feel of Allen’s firm grip stroking his cock, the awkwardness faded quietly away. As they kissed, Allen pushed himself to his feet, bending over to maintain the kiss, while he continued to jack him off.

After a moment, he broke the kiss, released Mark’s cock and stood up. Mark watched as Allen gripped his boner near its base and pointed his glistening dick head at Mark’s face. Mark stared in awe. He’d never seen a cock that close, and it was giant. From his vantage point, slightly above it, the cut head, reminded him of a pink Darth Vader helmet with a slit on the top.

Allen had a full four-fingered grip on it and there were six inches of slightly curved cock beyond his index finger. So, he was a full fist longer than Mark and much thicker. He was so hard, the skin on his cockhead looked stretched to the limit. And there was a growing droplet of pre-cum, clinging to the slit.

“Go ahead and touch it, Mark. It won’t bite, and hopefully neither will you,” said Allen, as he released his grip and slowly swung it side to side.

Part of him wanted to touch it and feel its weight and girth. As his hand moved forward, he noticed for the first time, Allen was completely shaved smooth, bush to balls were hairless. He had discovered another indication of Allen’s feminine side.

He gripped Allen’s shaft and was immediately taken aback by the warmth, then by the silky smoothness of his skin, in contrast to the rock hardness of his cock. He stared at the pronounced clefted head, glistening with pre-cum while he stroked it firmly. His hand could barely touch fingertips to his thumb, gripping it.

As he squeezed and stroked it, Allen smiled and hummed his approval. Mark sped up his pace and the pre-cum oozed from the tip, the droplet grew and began to roll down the tip. It clung to the edge of his head, then began to stretch and dangle on the verge of dripping free as Mark stared in amazement.

“Don’t waste it, Mark, get it,” said Allen, in a phantom voice from another reality.

Without a thought, Mark’s tongue darted forward and caught the droplet before it broke free. Then he pressed his tongue against the underside of his head and took the pink helmet into his mouth. His taste buds came alive from the sweet salty taste, as he heard Allen moan.

“Oh yeah, Mark. That feels so good,” Allen sighed, as his hand touched the back of Mark’s head.

Allen had never actually touched a shaved head before, but after the initial surprise he settled into guiding Mark to take a little more, slowly pushing and releasing his head encouraging him to bob and suck.

“Oh, that’s it. I’d never know this was your first time… So good,” panted Allen.

As Mark breathed through his nose, Allen’s musky scent made Mark’s cock stiffen, as he took Allen as deeply as he could. He focused on covering his teeth with his lips to prevent scraping him, as his mouth was fully opened to fit him inside.

With each moan, he bobbed faster, determined to return the favor, and surprisingly driven to pleasure the huge cock. Saliva ran down his chin and Allen pushed himself harder into Mark’s throat. He seemed to know exactly when Mark’s gag reflex was going to kick in and pulled back for a quick break before plunging back.

“Shit yes, suck my fucking cock, Mark!”

Mark hummed his agreement, excited to be pushing Allen to the edge of climax.

“That’s it! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come in your fucking mouth!”

Mark nodded and moaned just before the first blast of hot thick cum flooded his mouth. Allen groaned, thrusting his stiff pole into Mark’s throat. He tried to relax his throat, but there was no chance he could ever take him all. So, all he could do was try to swallow as much as he could between thrusts and try to keep suction on his shaft as Allen face-fucked him.

As a mix of cum and saliva then ran down his chin; Mark was in awe of the sheer volume of cum as the monster cock throbbed and released shot after shot of his man cream over his tongue. The bittersweet flavor was like nothing he’d ever tasted. In one sense, it did not taste particularly good, but part of him craved more, even as he could not contain what was being hammered into his throat.

His own cock stiffened, to granite-like hardness, from knowing he was responsible for the massive eruption from the huge cock. The reward had shattered his apprehension of oral with a man, leaving him wanting more, even as the final shots of Allen’s climax coated his tongue.

When the powerful climax passed, Allen released his head and continued to slowly rock his hips, sliding his hot meat in and out. Mark reached around with both hands gripping Allen’s ass, not ready to face the emptiness that would follow the warm stiffness filling his mouth. He pulled Allen’s hips forward, pushing his cock as deeply as he could take it, and sucked hard. Allen’s hips pulled back, as Mark consumed the final drops of his potent cream.

“Damn, Mark, that was amazing. You liked that, didn’t you?” moaned Allen.

Mark nodded, not wanting to release him to speak, for fear he would not get it back. He wanted to enjoy the feel of his smooth shaft on his lips just a bit longer.

“Do you still want this in your ass, Mark?”

He nodded, despite the uncertainty of wondering how much that might hurt.

“Good, but for now, we need to let you focus on performing tonight. Besides, Brittney would like to watch, don’t you think?” asked Allen, as he pulled his cock free.

“You focus and get ready. We can talk later, whenever you’re ready.”

With that, Allen went into the bathroom and put his Speedo back on, while Mark sat there numb, with a mix of saliva and cum drying on his neck and a growing feeling of shame. He shuffled under the covers, embarrassed by what had just happened.

When Allen returned, he walked to the bed and gave Mark a kiss on the head, smiled and said, “See you later, thanks again. Break a leg tonight.”

After he left, Mark sat there, dazed. The taste of cum still permeated his mouth, as he contemplated what to do. He thought best not to have Brittney come through the door with him in that state.

He cleaned up and got ready for rehearsal, wondering where Brittney might be.

That morning, Brittney awoke, rested and amorous. The night before, she and Mark had gone straight to bed and right to sleep. It had been a particularly passionate night the previous night, and fatigue had caught up to them. She thought about a breakfast fuck, but her mind was on the comments from Brenda and how best to close the deal.

Brittney had a couple of drunken encounters with a girlfriend Elaine in college, and though enjoyable, it was ultimately too awkward being in the friend zone, not to mention Elaine’s male fiancé was also a student there.

She had let those thoughts fade into the background, but the cruise and the atmosphere of naughtiness that had developed with Mark and his sisters was like an itch that started small, but continued to intensify, until finally, it couldn’t be ignored. She had to scratch it hard.

Brenda had stood out from the bevy of dance partners Brittney encountered in the piano bar the first night. She was similar build to Brittney, with bigger tits. She had short strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She was fair skinned with a cute little round button nose. Her hands were magical, as she had rubbed, lotioned, and massaged every part of Brittney’s body— that one could touch in public. Her interest was clear before she challenged Brittney to decide what she wanted. The cherry on top was when Brenda opened the door to a threesome with Mark.

Brenda’s suggestion had magnified the itch a thousand times and pushed Brittney to risk it all when she suggested a hall-pass cruise to Mark, including inviting others into their bedroom. With Mark’s agreement the night before, her mission that morning was— to scratch.

Mark was still sound asleep, so she slipped out early and beat the crowd to their meeting spot on deck. She was the first to arrive and took a seat on a lounge chair. Brenda had shown her how to text through the ship’s Wi-Fi, so she messaged Brenda.

Brittney: Are you up yet?

Brenda: Yes

Brittney: Can we talk?

Brenda: Yes

Brittney was concerned by her shortness, and wondered if she had lost interest.

Brenda: Decided?

Brittney knew she was referring to her comment, from the day before, that she was basically game for anything, but Brittney needed to decide what she wanted.

Brittney: Yes

Brenda:

Brittney’s face lit up as she saw the response, and suddenly, she was startled.

“Boo!” puffed Brenda, as her hand poked Brittney’s shoulders.

“Oh shit! Scared me,” responded Brittney, as Brenda’s smile sent a tingle through her body. She was wearing a pink bikini, highlighting her breasts beautifully, and as she took in her body, Brittney felt short of breath.

Brenda, sat on the edge of Brittney’s lounge chair, and blurted out, “Tell me! What’s it gonna be?”

Brittney blushed and took a breath, as Brenda stared like an eager puppy begging for attention.

“Well… we agreed to a hall-pass cruise, but no secrets and…” Brittney struggled for words.

“So, what is it you want, Brittney?” asked Brenda, with a mischievous grin.

She stared into Brittney’s eyes and what she saw looking back was a mutual longing, hidden behind a touch of fear and trepidation.

Brenda saw the piercing eyes soften, as Brenda’s face took on a look of knowing confidence. “What’s say, we put on some sunscreen and get to know one another…”

Brittney smiled; relieved to not have to find words. She nodded and pulled out a tube. Brenda took it from her and began to apply it, starting low and working higher.

“How ’bout I tell you what I want, to break the ice?”

Brittney’s eyes told her she agreed, and she began to rub lotion into her calves.

“I was beginning to think I scared you off, but I was so glad to receive your text. I lay awake for some time last night, hoping for a knock, thinking about how much I enjoy touching you.” Her hands moved higher to her thighs then retreated, slowly massaging in the lotion. “Thoughts of spreading these pretty legs apart and showing you how good I can make you feel, danced in my mind.”

She paused her words and changed legs. “I imagined, so many things…”

Brittney whimpered, as her pussy heated.

“I could not shake the thought of looking you in the eye as we licked up the shaft of Mark’s cock and gave him an evening to remember.”

Brittney’s thoughts were much more selfish up to that point, but the image of each one licking up the side of Mark’s boner did cause a bit of a rush. But she quickly turned her thoughts to feeling Brenda’s naked body against hers, and giving herself over to Brenda’s first thought.

“Do you have to be anywhere this morning?” asked Brenda, as she began to lotion Brittney’s tummy.

Brittney gasped, “No ma’am. I’m wide open”

“Oh, I like that thought,” sighed Brenda. “I was hoping you could come back to my cabin, and I could show you my favorite suit.”

“I hope it’s your birthday suit,” Brittney replied, feeling a little more relaxed.

“Brilliant minds… And so many possibilities,” Brenda said, as she sunscreened Brittney’s chest and shoulders.

Brittney wanted so much to kiss her, but the possible ramifications of getting caught by Debbie or Amber was too much.

“Turn over, I’ll get your back,” said Brenda.

This time, she started on Brittney’s shoulders and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I would really like you to fuck me, Brittney, if I’m being honest.”

Her breath washed over Brittney’s neck, sending chills through her spine.

Brittney puffed in surprise, as she noticed Susan approaching with her friend Lisa, and another woman who looked familiar.

“Morning Brittney,” said Susan, “glad to see you two hitting it off today. Let’s sit here, ladies,” she said to Lisa and her friend.

“Good morning,” replied Brittney, as the other two said, “Thank you, Miss Susan,” in unison.

Brittney smiled, thinking they sounded like schoolchildren responding to a teacher.

“Have you heard from Debbie this morning?” asked Susan.

“No, but she turned in early, too. I would expect her soon.”

Just then, Mark and his friend Allen arrived, and took a seat next to her. Mark gave a smile and eyed Brenda before turning to Allen. Brenda smiled back, weighing possibilities.

As Brittney looked for reasons to leave, she sat up and began applying sunscreen to Brenda, when Debbie arrived. She was greeted eagerly by Susan and her ‘students’. She was stunned by how they swarmed Debbie, who was oblivious to it all.

She recalled who the other woman was after they mentioned her name, Stephanie. She was a member of Lila Mcann’s band. Moments later, she was rubbing Debbie’s feet, and she watched Debbie’s eyes close from the pleasure of it.

"Careful, she may want to marry you afterwards. She nearly married Brian just for the foot rubs," teased Brittney. "And she was downright orgasmic yesterday," she giggled.

Then after Debbie let out a moan, she continued to taunt her. "Found the sweet spot, Stephanie? I think you're officially engaged. What happens on the cruise ship..."

Debbie turned red and Brittney decided she should lay off, until she saw Lisa sucking Susan’s toes and then Stephanie did the same to Debbie’s. When Debbie groaned, Brittney could not hold back.

"Damn, Debbie. I am so proud of you," said Brittney.

Brenda became even more aroused watching it and asked Brittney to come with her to her cabin. "I want to show you the outfit I bought for tonight, if it all works out."

Brittney had her reason to escape. "Sure. See you, Dee. Don't do anything I wouldn't..."

She followed Brenda, eyes focused on her full ass. They were awkwardly quiet on the walk to Brenda’s cabin. But once inside, it suddenly turned serious. Brenda led her in, closed the door, then turned to face Brittney. She looked hungrily into her eyes and stepped closer, backing her against the wall. She placed a palm against the wall on either side of Brittney’s head and leaned in for a kiss.

The effect was instantly electrifying, as their lips seemed to meld together. Brittney marveled at the warmth and delicate softness of Brenda’s lips; her tongue authoritatively plunged into Brittney’s mouth. Brenda’s hands moved to the smooth, silky skin of Brenda’s lower back as she returned the kiss with a whimper.

Awkward was not a word that could be used to describe the first kiss with Brenda. There was no friend zone, no prior friendship, just a newly awakened itch that needed to be scratched. And she knew, instantly, Brenda could do just that. Brenda pulled off, looked her in the eye and smiled. Without words she moved back in, kissed her teasingly, then pulled back.

“Well worth the wait,” whispered Brenda, before kissing her again.

Brittney’s breathing deepened as her pussy heated, and her hands moved to Brenda’s ass. They kissed passionately as Brenda, popped Brittney’s top clasp and pulled the top free. Next, her hand gripped Brittney’s breast as her kisses moved to Brittney’s neck. Brittney whined her pleasure as she felt Brenda’s other hand slip into her bikini bottoms.

When her finger slipped between Brittney’s moistened labia, she let out a loud, long groan and her mouth opened wide. Brenda kissed her neck thoroughly, as her fingers moved up and down her pussy lips.

“Oh God,” panted Brittney, overwhelmed by the tingling bliss between her legs.

Brenda’s knee pushed Brittney’s knees apart as her fingers plunged inside her and began to fuck her at blurring speed. Brittney’s mouth hung fully agape as she screamed in pleasure, already reaching the point of no return.

“Oh, yes, please don’t stop!” screamed Brittney, as Brenda finger fucked her mercilessly.

“I’m just getting started, Brittney,” grunted Brenda.

Brittney put her chin on Brenda’s shoulder with a clenching grip on her ass cheeks as she succumbed to her first real orgasm with another woman. Unable to speak, Brittney could only release a series of high-pitched wailing screams, as Brenda took control of her body.

Brenda felt the sting in her clenched ass as Brittney dug her fingers in, holding on for dear life. Her body trembled uncontrollably in the grips of one of the strongest orgasms she could ever remember. Brenda was determined to make it a climax she would not soon forget, and pounded her relentlessly, with no intention of slowing down, until Brittney begged her to stop.

“Come for me, Brittney, your pussy is so hot and wet,” panted Brenda.

Brittney could only continue her blissful shouts, as her body spasmed in ecstasy. Her pussy sloshed, as her cum coated Brenda’s hand.

“Oh yes, let go, Brittney, sing for me, baby.”

Brittney could barely comprehend the words but happily complied as her voice echoed through the cabin. When her climax finally subsided, Brenda slowed her pace and as she felt Brittney’s claws released her ass. Her shouts turned to deep, panting breaths and Brenda continued to slowly probe her warm wetness.

“Oh my, Brenda. That was… ah,” Brittney whimpered.

Brenda leaned back and looked her in the eye, then pulled her hand to her mouth and tasted Brittney’s juices.

“Mmmm,” hummed Brenda, then slowly dropped to her knees and worked Brittney’s bottoms down.

Once they cleared Brittney’s ankles, she pushed her knees apart and pressed her extended tongue against her glistening pussy lips and licked up the length of Brenda’s crack.

“Oh, please,” whimpered Brittney, as she put a hand on the back of Brenda’s head,

“Tastes so good,” whispered Brenda, as she lapped up Brittney’s cum, slowly at first. But soon, she sensed Brittney’s excitement growing and lapped her slit, more firmly and intensely.

Brittney’s head rolled back, and her legs spread wide, as Brenda used her tongue masterfully. She pulled Brenda’s head against her hungry pussy. “Oh my God, Brenda, that feels so good. Please! Oh!”

Brittney’s legs stiffened and she guided Brenda’s head up and down. “Fuck! I love your tongue so much.”

Brenda kept her tongue in motion, rapidly darting her head side to side, up and down, pressing her tongue in and pulling it out. She would suck her clit, bob, and then suck her labia. Brittney held her head and let her have her way.

“Oh, Brenda,” she whimpered. “Please don’t ever stop.”

Brenda smiled as her tongue plunged into her tight, smooth little tunnel. She had no intention of stopping. It was clear, Brittney had little experience with women, and she wanted to show her everything.

When she sucked her clit, Brittney begged, “Oh God, right there, oh!”

But Brenda was not content to bring her off so quickly. She wanted to make this one a slow, steady build to savor the sweet taste of Brittney’s pussy. She found her rhythm of laps and waggles, tasting her juices flowing as she pushed her slowly closer to her second climax. Brenda had an unending appetite for pussy. The warm, soft, delicate folds and the pungent scent made her mouth water and pussy boil. Hearing the feminine whimpers of bliss that came with it, brought her such pleasure, she could never tire of it. Combine the soft, satiny skin of a woman’s inner thigh and she was as close to heaven as she could ever imagine.

Brittney felt herself building closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh please, I need to come!” she begged, trying to direct Brenda’s mouth to her clit.

Finally, Brenda complied and pushed her over the edge for the second time. Brittney’s moans were high pitched and loud, fueling Brenda to suck her clit and tease it with her wiggling tongue, as she slipped two fingers inside her to stimulate her G-spot.

Brittney’s body spasmed as the climax sent repeating jolts of pleasure through her body, her legs trembled so much, she could barely stand. She pushed Brenda’s head off and gasped for breath. “Oh fuck… Oh my God,” she panted, looking at Brenda, in disbelief.

Brenda smiled up at her, face glistening with cum, proud of how she had just rocked Brittney’s world. She stood up and reluctantly let her fingers pull out of Brittney. Then she looked into her eyes and gave her a long, deliberate tongue kiss.

Brittney moaned softly as she tasted her cum in Brenda’s mouth. After a moment, Brenda led Brittney to the bed, and guided her to lie on her back, as she removed her swimsuit and crawled on top. Their breasts pressed together as Brenda kissed her, pressing Brittney’s hands into the mattress next to her shoulders. She pinned her hands with their fingers interlocked, while she kissed her for a long moment.

When she broke the kiss, she rose up and looked at Brittney. “I think it’s my turn, don’t you?”

Brittney smiled nervously, hoping she could please Brenda half as well as Brenda had done her. She nodded her agreement.

And Brenda smiled. “Mind if I drive?”

Brittney shook her head no, unsure of what she meant, but eager to find out.

Brenda rose up to all fours and rotated her body around, straddling Brittney’s face. Brittney gazed, in awe, at her pink flower, hovering above her with a strawberry blonde muff that matched her hair color exactly. Brenda’s labia were thick and clearly engorged, in anticipation. The slit between them was dark but moist, as her scent penetrated Brittney’s nostrils. Brittney hummed softly as she breathed in her pungent aroma. There was one little dark opening between her clinging lips, that was almost triangular. Brittney imagined her tongue tip would fit just perfectly into the tiny gap.

Brenda’s hands moved to Brittney’s hips, and she pushed her upper body into the upright position, lowering her pussy closer to Brittney’s face. Brittney’s tongue instinctively extended, targeting the little gap. As she moved closer, Brittney saw her dark little sphincter and the gap between her cheeks was the perfect receptacle for her nose as her mouth engulfed her warm folds. Her tongue tip pushed slowly into the target, as Brenda moaned softly, and ever so slowly began to gyrate.

As she got her first taste, Brittney hummed into her prize. Her whole body tingled with excitement, as the tangy-sweet flavor combined with the sensation of warm softness slowly enveloped her face. That created a rush unlike anything she had ever felt. When she breathed in through her nose, Brenda’s scent, seemed to supercharge her pussy, as her nose touched another woman’s rosebud for the first time.

“Oh, yes, Brittney, I’ve waited too long for this,” whispered Brenda, in a soft, alluring voice.

Brittney, choked back a giggle, thinking it was all happening so fast— Brenda felt she’d waited too long? But the humor quickly faded, as Brenda’s hips subtly rocked in a slow, sensual motion that soon set Brittney’s mind and body ablaze. Her tongue pressed more firmly between her labia and Brenda ever so slowly increased the range and intensity of her hip movements. Her smooth motion combined with her scents and taste created an immensely potent cocktail of eroticism, that excited every nerve in Brittney’s body.

As Brenda spread her knees and pressed harder onto Brittney’s face, her labia saddled Brittney’s mouth and coated her face with her juices. Brenda’s moans grew louder, and her pace quickened, causing Brittney to extend her tongue further, holding it as stiff as she could make it.

“I love your tongue so much!” yelled Brenda, before releasing a series of echoing moans of pleasure. “Yes! That’s it, Brittney, give me that tongue. Oh fuck! Yes! You’re gonna make me cum on that pretty face!”

Brenda bent forward and planted her hands on Brittney’s hips for balance, as she rubbed herself faster and harder against Brittney’s face. Her face coated with cum, Brittney moaned her excitement, sensing Brenda’s building climax. The first timer was turned on like never before, feeling the rhythmic roll of Brenda’s hips and hearing her groans of pleasure building, matching intensity with her movement.

Soon, her hips moved at blurring speed and Brittney simply held out her tongue, conceding that Brenda was clearly in the driver’s seat with both feet on the accelerator. Brenda’s labia were slapping against her face, and the sound was reverberating through the cabin. To Brittney’s amazement, she kept the pace up far longer than she had imagined. Brittney surely would have come almost immediately at that speed. She held on and kept her tongue extended as best she could.

As the climax finally hit, Brittney could taste the tangy sweetness of Brenda’s cum as the warm cream flooded her tongue and coated her face. Brenda’s moans reverberated through the cabin as her hips rolled, despite her trembling legs.

Finally, her motion stopped, and she pressed her clit against Brittney’s lips, and Brittney sucked it and pummeled it with her tongue. Brittney spasmed and grunted as the intensity of her climax left her speechless. After several convulsive jerks, she rolled off Brittney and lay on her back.

“Fuck, Brittney, wow!,” she panted.

Brittney smiled, as she licked the cum from around her lips. She couldn’t help but think she just lay there, and Brenda did all the work.

Next, Brenda crawled on top of Brittney and kissed her, savoring the taste of her own cum, from her new companion. Brittney loved the feel of Brenda’s body against hers as her fingers explored her curves, caressing her lower back and ass. The newness and excitement had her thinking she would rather keep Brenda to herself, than share her with Mark. But that was a problem for later. At that moment, she was focused on enjoying the feel of her skin and the warmth between them. She felt as though she would be fully content, letting her fingers trace every inch of Brenda’s soft body.

Brenda moved to kissing her neck, and Brittney, opened the flood gates to let Brenda know just how much she liked all of it.

“I love touching you and tasting you, so much.”

Brittney hummed and kissed her neck ravenously.

“Feeling your hips roll as I tasted you, may have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Brenda moved to her breasts and Brittney shoved her chest forward as she sucked and gently nibbled her nipple.

“Oh God Brenda, you turn me on so much. I want you so much!”

Brenda moved to the other breast and continued to kiss and suck her hungrily. Then she rose up and crawled toward the nightstand. “I need you to fuck me Brittney,” she gasped, as she pulled out a strap-on dildo. It was pink and about eight inches long.

She moved to Brittney’s feet and worked the harness up her legs. Brittney arched her back and raised her ass, so she could pull it up. Next, Brenda pulled her up to her knees and kissed her as she cinched it tightly to her partner’s hips. Brittney watched, amazed, as Brenda bent down and sucked the plastic cock, lubing it up, before turning and presenting her ass to Brittney.

Brittney had never used a strap-on with anyone but Mark and seeing Brenda so eager was a tremendous rush. She knee-walked into position and aligned the cockhead with her glistening cunt, then rubbed it slowly up and down her slit, as Brenda moaned and began to push herself onto the cock. Brittney watched her labia roll inward as she pushed it inside her an inch at a time, then back out to relieve the pressure, before going deeper. With each penetration, Brenda’s face pressed harder against the mattress and her ass pushed higher.

“Oh, yes, push it deep,” she whimpered.

And Brittney complied. Once into the hilt, she pulled out to the head and steadily pushed it all the way in.

“Yes, give it all to me, please!” she bellowed.

Brittney pushed it in harder with each thrust, and Brenda responded by pushing back, in turn.

“Oh, God fuck me, Brittney, yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled, with each thrust.

Brittney watched the shock waves roll through her ass cheeks with each pounding thrust, imagining how it must have felt for Brenda.

“Yes! Yes! Yes…” Brenda continued, as they both panted, sweating from what seemed like a hundred or more pounding lunges.

Soon, Brenda wailed in a series of high-pitched screeching gasps, as her climax took her. Brittney’s hips began to burn from the repeated powerful thrusts, but she would not let fatigue stop her from delivering Brenda complete satisfaction. Each quivering scream of bliss gave her the energy to continue.

Finally, Brenda leapt forward off the cock and collapsed face down on the bed, and Brittney slipped off the end of the bed and stood, panting. After a moment, Brenda rolled over and watched as Brittney removed the cock harness and held up the glistening dildo.

“My turn.” She smiled and slipped the harness onto Brenda’s legs. “This time, I drive… Correction. I ride.”

Brenda pulled it up and strapped it on, as Brittney crawled up her body straddling her on all fours until her pussy hovered over the plastic cock. It pointed at a forty-five-degree angle from Brenda’s belly, and Brittney leaned down and kissed Brenda, as she pinned the dildo between them and began to rub herself up and down its length. She moaned and leaned in and kissed Brenda long and hard.

Then she broke the kiss, and whispered, “I’m so wet for you, Brenda. I can feel your cunt cum on this cock, and I want your cum inside me please.”

Brenda gasped and thrust her tongue into Brittney’s mouth, nodding as they kissed urgently. She was amazed how Brittney’s mind worked. And there was something incredibly sexy hearing Brittney beg to have her cum inside of her.

Brittney slid up onto her knees, and without breaking the kiss, gripped the dildo and positioned the head against her wetness. She pushed it nearly straight in, pausing twice to let it fully penetrate.

“My pussy burns for you, Brenda. It feels so good inside me,” she panted, as she immediately began to ride the plastic dick. “Oh yes, I want you so much…” She began to plunge the dildo in, then pulled her pussy out to the tip and repeated, plunging deeper and harder.

“Feels so fucking good. I love your cock, so much! Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” she grunted, riding it toward another raging climax.

She rocked backwards and forwards on hands and knees, with her dangling tits rubbing Brenda’s, as she fucked herself on the never softening cock. Watching Brenda’s eyes, bright with amazement, Brittney moaned, her mouth wide open, coming hard for the third time that morning.

Their bodies were covered with sweat and as she rocked, painting Brenda’s breasts with her perspiration. Her moans echoed through the cabin as she milked the climax until her clit could not take anymore, and she dropped in a sweaty heap on top of Brenda.

With the dildo still inside her, they rolled to their side and Brittney brought her knee up draping her leg over her lover’s hip. They kissed softly, as Brittney caressed Brenda’s face.

“Thank you,” whispered Brittney, between kisses. After several minutes, they rested their heads on the pillows looking into each other’s eyes. “I could keep this inside me all day,” sighed Brittney.

Brenda smiled and caressed Brittney’s face, as well. Their breathing slowed, as a feeling of contentment filled them both. Brenda, watched as Brittney’s eyes blinked slowly before she drifted off to sleep. Brenda soon followed and they slept in each other’s arms.

Hours later, while Brittney still slept, Debbie made her way to Salon G, with butterflies swirling in her tummy. She was both thankful and disappointed, Lisa took the egg back. There was a feeling of emptiness without it, but she was not sure she could have stood the constant arousal of it vibrating inside her without being allowed to come.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, ranging from complete disbelief to an undeniable need for more. A day ago, she never knew walking around with a vibrating egg inside you, and being controlled by someone else, was even a thing. It was probably only inside her for an hour, but it felt like forever, as she was constantly on edge with no relief in sight, until Lisa showed up and removed it. As she approached Salon G, not knowing what lay ahead, the new Debbie, missed having it in her and hoped to get it back.

A day ago, she’d never been with a woman; that day, she’d been with three. A day ago, she’d never imagined surrendering herself to anyone, at that moment, she was going to Salon G, wearing a collar necklace, marking her as one of Susan’s girls. She was braless, wearing a mostly unbuttoned, crop-tied flannel, and a short skirt with no panties. She had no idea what was behind the door, but her lady parts tingled and the butterflies in her belly intensified with each step, knowing Susan had ordered her to be there. For reasons she did not yet understand, she was compelled to comply.

The day had taught her, compliance brought unimaginable bliss, and defiance brought frustration. She was unsure how much frustration she would need to endure as penance for her early defiance, but she knew the reward would be worth it.

Suddenly, she heard her sister Amber’s perky voice, “Debbie, what’s up, buttercup?”

She was startled out of her dreamlike state by a sudden dose of reality. She had been completely unconnected since the morning, and had not seen Amber all that day. It was impossible to believe what had happened in those several hours. Somehow, it seemed like a lifetime ago since she’d seen her sister. Her sister was beaming with happiness walking on sunshine.

Debbie could deduce the source of that happiness, and a day ago would not have believed it, either. But after the morning she had had, she could easily believe her sister could have feelings for a woman. She recalled the woman had an accent and beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Isabella, or something like that, was her name. Suddenly, Debbie recalled Isabella’s sexiness and wondered how her pussy would taste.

“Hello? Earth to Dee. Are you hung over, or something? I was gonna get something to eat before rehearsal, wanna join?”

Debbie could barely comprehend anything, as she was suddenly pulled back to reality only fifty feet from Salon G, where a crew member stood outside the door.

“Dee, are you okay? What’d you do last night?” she asked, with a bit of a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin.

The old Debbie wanted to hear all about the source of her perkiness. And the new Debbie wanted to know if they fucked and how hard they came. But her immediate need was to please her Madam Susan, and she did not have time to kill.

“I already ate, see you at rehearsal,” she said, playing the hangover angle.

She turned toward Salon G and moved on.

She was greeted by a young lady crew member in a suit and skirt. “Debbie Daves? I recognize you from the promotional posters. Welcome. Your friends are waiting for you inside. You will not be disturbed, enjoy.” She opened the door and Debbie stepped through.

Amber watched, as the crew member followed her through the door, and closed it behind them. Out of curiosity, she walked to the door and checked it. But it was locked behind them. She thought about knocking but decided against it. Her thoughts returned to beautiful Itzayana and the incredible night they had had. She was famished and would catch up later.

Debbie’s day continued down its unimaginable path. She stepped into the room to see Madam Susan in a white bikini, in contrast to her ebony skin. Her curves were on full display, and Debbie fell quickly into the foggy-brained state she’d been in since she had seen her new friend Stephanie, naked on all fours begging to taste Madam Susan’s pussy. Seeing the ebony Goddess in the bikini reminded Debbie that she would gladly do the same. In fact, she was about to do the same, when she realized the crew member was standing there.

That reality was soon shattered, as she saw Stephanie and Lisa standing behind Susan, each wearing lace panties and a bra. Stephanie’s in slut red and Lisa wore shimmering black. All three were holding mimosas. The crew member, with the name ‘Rose from Pittsburgh’ on her name badge, offered Debbie a mimosa.

She took the drink, downed it and handed the empty glass back for a refill. Her eyes surveyed the room; it was filled with shelves and peg boards loaded with hundreds of sex-toys. Rose set the empty on a high-top table, took a full one and handed it back. Debbie turned back to Susan, who smiled and spoke.

“Welcome, sweet Dee. Thank you for being on time. Come close please, my pet.”

As Debbie took a step, Susan added, “Slowly, I want to watch,” with a seductive yet commanding tone. “Thank you for wearing what I asked. It’s very sexy, isn’t it, girls?”

“Yes, Madam Susan,” they replied in unison.

“Very sexy, Madam Susan,” added Rose.

Debbie looked at her and noticed she was young with red hair pulled back into a bun. She looked at Debbie with a wry smile, and held her gaze, giving Debbie a rush of heat. She noticed what looked like the rainbow necklace peeking through the gap in her shirt collar and the rush intensified.

“Don’t worry, Dee, is the personification of discretion. This is a safe space,” said Susan, drawing Debbie’s attention back to her dark, shimmering body— her abs were toned and flat; he hips curved and shapely; her tits large and round. Debbie wished she would turn and show off her gorgeous ass and shoulders.

She stopped in front of her madam, her eyes searching for a landing spot, somewhere between her semi-exposed breasts and her deep dark eyes or her beautiful full lips. As their eyes met, she froze, gazing up at her taller Mistress. She sensed Susan leaning in and prepared her lips for contact. As they touched, she whimpered and trembled, welcoming her probing tongue.

Susan’s left hand slid under the collar of her shirt, touching her breast causing another moan as her nipple stiffened instantly. Her right hand continued lower as she reached for Debbie’s skirt hem and pulled it up to check for panties.

As her finger split Debbie’s labia, Debbie wrapped her arms around Susan’s neck and moaned without breaking the kiss. She trapped the hand on her breast between them as she squeezed Susan tightly.

Susan broke the kiss, but continued to finger her. “Dee, sweetie, you are so wet, all ready.”

Debbie only grunted, overwhelmed by the effect Susan had on her. One touch, one kiss and she was a trembling, orgasmic wreck.

Susan stepped back. “Girls, get her out of these clothes please, we’ve got shopping to do. Rose, can you bring us two chairs and set them here facing each other.”

Debbie was panting and looking around, as Stephanie and Lisa began groping her and removing her clothes. They kissed her and caressed her as she was quickly stripped naked, while Susan continued directing them.

“Rose, would you believe this abstinent little bitch, told me this morning that she felt nothing after a kiss, that she was not a lesbian, and I was to leave poor Stephanie alone?”

“I’m— ugh—sorry Madam Sus—an!” groaned Debbie, as Lisa took over fingering her.

“The little bitch is soaked, feel this, Steph,” said Lisa.

They began kissing her neck, as Stephanie’s fingers replaced Lisa’s, and Debbie moaned helplessly.

“She seems to have had a change of heart, since then,” grinned Rose. “Looks like she’s gonna come any second.”

“Who decides when you come, Debbie?” asked Susan, sternly.

“You do, Madam Susan, please.”

“Come, sit, Debbie,” said Susan, who took a seat and tapped her thighs. “Rose,” she said, pointing to the other seat.

Debbie did as commanded, and sat her naked body on Susan’s lap, crossing her arms over her breasts and legs touching Susan’s knee, keeping them as closed as possible.

“Good girl, lower your hands and spread your legs so Rose can see you, Debbie. We know you’re not shy, right, Stephanie?”

“Definitely, Madam Susan,” she replied.

Debbie blushed as they used her earlier encounter to taunt her. But seeing the expression on Rose’s face, she quickly realized they were right. Rose stared hungrily at her, as she spread herself open and the new twisted Debbie, who had emerged that morning, loved the feeling of being wanted by a sexy stranger. She confirmed Rose was also wearing the rainbow choker that Susan required her whores to wear.

As her mind raced with possibilities, Susan’s fingers slid between her swollen labia and Debbie’s head rolled back as she moaned, putting on a show for Rose. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew she should be ashamed of herself, but with Susan touching her, unbridled pleasure overwhelmed everything else.

“What are you, Debbie?” asked Susan, as she curled two fingers into her pussy.

“Oh God, I’m a cunt-hungry little whore for you, Madam Susan!”

Her hips rolled as Susan finger fucked her in front of Rose and the girls.

“Touch your tits when you taunt someone you want to fuck, Debbie,” whispered Susan.

Debbie complied, kneading her breasts for her hungry observer. She felt Susan’s tits pressed into her back and swayed slowly against them.

“You’ve been keeping her egg warm for her haven’t you, Rose?” asked Susan.

“Yes, Madam Susan,” she replied, breaking her gaze long enough to acknowledge her, but quickly returning to ogling Debbie’s body.

“Show her please,” commanded Susan.

Rose slid her ass to the edge of her chair and spread her legs, revealing navy blue panties that matched her suit and skirt. The outline of the finger-ring on the egg’s tail was visible through the panties with a dark stain of wetness highlighting the shape.

“Please let me come, Madam Susan! Oh fuck!” begged Debbie.

“There’s my foul-mouthed little whore. But you still owe Stephanie two orgasms before you get to come and …”

“Please! I can’t stop it!” Her hips flailed, as she tried to fuck Susan’s fingers, completely out of control and trying to come, regardless of the punishment.

The fingers whipped out of her and Susan’s hand slapped her pussy hard, sending a convulsive spasm through her body, as the initial slap nearly sent her over the edge, until the sting caught up and pushed back the climax.

Susan stopped petting her and placed her hands on her thighs. “As I was saying, you still owe Stephanie two orgasms…”

“Please let me make her come!” pleaded Debbie.

“Calm down and listen please. That request was much more appropriate, but I need to reset your expectations. Lisa missed you this morning, so you’ll need to take care of her first. Did I tell you to stop playing with your tits?”

Debbie complied.

“You’ll need to thank Rose for keeping your egg warm. Before you get to come.”

“Thank you, Rose,” Debbie cut in.

“Thanks for your enthusiasm, but you need to listen. I am excited that you chose to join us, and maybe my excitement led you to believe it’s about you first. Everyone in this room is your superior, so you need to understand they come first, figuratively and literally.”

“I understand, Madam Susan.”

“That’s good, Debbie. So, how does a self-proclaimed ‘cunt-hungry little slut’ properly thank Rose for keeping your egg warm?”

Debbie took a deep breath, eyes darting from her panties to her green eyes, that seemed fixed on Debbie’s spread pussy.

“I think I should eat her pussy until she comes in my mouth, Madam Susan,” said Debbie, as she continued to fondle her tits and tried to look as seductive as she could.

It was all so new and completely out of control, but a paradigm shift had occurred in her mind, to a mindset of the naughtier the situation, the hotter she got.

“What do you think, Rose?” asked Susan, knowing the answer.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes please, Madam Susan. Can I make her earn it?”

“She’s your cunt-hungry little whore to use as you see fit. Only one rule— no matter how much she begs or gives puppy-bitch eyes, or what she promises you… she does not get to come.”

Debbie whimpered, “Please, Madam Susan. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Do you see that? It’s so hard to say no, but she gets so carried away. She really needs to be taught self-control. She’s just so damned cute and willing to do…”

“Anything,” whimpered Debbie.

“Don’t you just want to trib her until she comes like a screaming little slut, Rose?”

“Please,” replied Debbie, not knowing what she was even talking about.

“I really do,” Rose sighed. “So do you want your toy back, cunt-whore?”

Susan’s finger slid back down Debbie’s wetness, as she moaned her response.

“Yes! Please! Miss Rose, thank you for keeping it warm. Can I please thank her with my tongue, Madam Susan?”

“It’s up to Rose. Would that be a proper thank you?” asked Susan.

“Will you beg for it, Cunt-whore Debbie?” the redhead asked, in a stern yet overwhelmingly sexy tone.

“Yes, please let me taste your pussy, Miss Rose,” she pleaded, gyrating against Susan’s fingers, while Stephanie and Lisa watched, in awe.

“Tasting your third pussy of the day. Did anyone else here munch three cunts on their first day?”

“No, Madam Susan,” they replied in unison.

“Two?”

“No, Madam Susan,” they repeated.

“Me neither; you’re the prize-winning cunt-slut, Debbie. How does that make you feel?” asked Susan, and her fingers curled into Debbie.

“Ah! Huh! Uh-uh-uh,” Debbie groaned, losing control again.

“Will Rose satisfy you, cunt-whore?”

Debbie groaned and shook her head. “Need to thank, Lisa!”

The other three gasped and giggled, and Susan withdrew her hand. “What a slut, Debbie!”

She pushed her forward. “You’d better get busy, or you’ll be here all night. Cunt-whores crawl on hands and knees.”

“Yes, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, and she dropped to her knees and then to all fours.

Rose looked at her and smiled. “They call you the cunt-muncher, Debbie. Did you know that?”

She knew it, and the new Twisted Debbie was proud of it. She could not let herself think much about anything she’d done that day. It was surreal and if Rational Debbie thought about it objectively, she would never forgive herself. But the pleasures she had felt and the throbbing aching need between her legs pushed it all away. She had to know how Rose tasted, and needed to feel the rush of making her body quiver as she would feed Debbie her sweet nectar.

Twisted Debbie wanted the others to watch and to want her. And she wanted them all to come in her mouth. And whenever Madam Susan allowed her to come, she wanted them all to touch her and watch, as she came for all of them. But at that moment, the thing she needed most, was for the dark blue panties to come off, so she could experience what was beneath them. The wet spot had gotten bigger, and she would need to taste it before removing them, if Rose would let her.

She needed to breathe her in and taste her as she came. Need was the right word, for what she felt— it was beyond pure desire. Something in her core needed to be fed and Susan had provided the feast.

“Please let me make you come, Miss Rose. I need your cum flooding my mouth…”

“Touch your pussy when you beg, Debbie,” said Susan, matter-of-factly.

Debbie eagerly complied. “Huh! Uh! Please, let me taste your pussy, Miss Rose.” She rubbed herself quickly to the edge but pulled herself back.

“Help me out of these panties,” smiled Rose.

“Can I please taste them first, Miss Rose.”

“Damn, I think I love her, Madam Susan.”

“Do you see what I mean? She’s a manipulative little slut and it’s hard to say no,” teased Susan, before her tone changed. “I did not tell you to stop touching yourself, Debbie. Remove your hand, please. Girls, edge her, please.”

“Time to show me those cunt-munching skills I’ve heard so much about,” said Rose.

Twisted Debbie was beaming with a demented sense of pride. She leaned in, feeling the skirt hem against her forehead as she pressed her tongue against the dark spot of her new target’s panties. As the moist panties, touched her tongue, she felt the hands of her fellow servants caressing her ass and thighs, working closer to her throbbing pussy.

As Rose’s essence crept into her taste buds, she inhaled her aroma deeply into her body, feeling a tingling wave of excitement flood through her. She moaned her pleasure, sampling her third pussy of the day, while four hands explored her naked body. Both her breasts and her lower body tingled from the warm, gentle caresses of Stephanie and Lisa, while she heard Susan moaning behind her. Debbie could envision Susan touching herself as she commanded her girls.

“Oh, yes, such good girls,” sighed Susan.

Debbie felt the toy vibrating inside Rose, as she tongued the redhead’s panties, feeling the finger-ring tail of the egg beneath the fabric. After a few licks, she engulfed her pussy through the panties and wiggled the tail with her tongue, before pulling back to plead further.

“Can I... AH!”

A pair of fingers slipped inside her, breaking her train of thought.

“Please, Oh God…” She fought to regain her composure, “Can I have your panties, so I can make you cum in my mouth?”

“Yes please,” groaned Rose, looking hungrily down at her.

Debbie pushed Rose’s skirt higher and she raised her ass off the chair to assist. She held it raised, while Debbie wiggled the dark blue panties down and off slowly. As she pulled her feet free, Rose’s legs spread, revealing her red bush atop her petite pink pussy lips, glistening with her precious nectar.

“I could not bring myself to let her shave that beautiful burning bush. Of all the pussies I’ve encountered, I never saw such a pretty color.”

Somewhere in her mind, the biblical reference to describe Rose’s muff should have triggered the moral compass that had guided Debbie her whole life, but Susan had released desires within her, so that she no longer could be contained. A primal hunger had grown within her and needed to be fed. The more deviant the thought, the more powerful the hunger, and the more gratifying the reward.

Despite the red tail and finger ring protruding from her labia, Debbie knew exactly what Susan was talking about. It was a perfect amber-red hue that drew the eyes and the need to taste. She wasted no time teasing or easing into servicing her. She needed to satisfy the hunger and devour her prey completely. As her mouth opened, her eyes focused on the intensely green eyes of her quarry and her willing submission.

As she engulfed the tender softness of Rose’s womanhood, the fingers inside Debbie intensified their charge, while a second set of fingers rolled her clit. But somehow, the intensity of her focus on her new target was able to overcome their attempts to distract her.

The intensity of Rose’s taste was stronger at the source. and she was sure she tasted the hint of sweet cherry and tangy orange her mind had pictured from the color of her muff. Her opened mouth had engulfed Rose’s pussy, as her tongue swirled across her labia and the rubber tail that vibrated in her mouth. The resulting frantic moan of pleasure that erupted from Rose, intensified the need, and Debbie’s head and tongue moved at a frenzied pace.

Rose grunted in disbelief, as the egg vibrated deep inside her, while Debbie stimulated her pussy. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Rose had never seen Susan masturbate before, but feeling what Debbie was doing, she knew they had not exaggerated her skills. Her mind raced as the sight of her Mistress masturbating, pushed her even faster toward a climax. She was in awe that Debbie had such an effect on Susan but understood exactly why.

She saw Susan’s fingers rubbing frantically, to catch up with her, as she realized the orgasm was taking her. She managed to get a hand on Debbie’s head as the climax hit.

Debbie felt Rose’s hand as a rush of cum coated her tongue. The hand pushed her head against her pussy as Rose’s hips also pressed against her face. She managed to keep her head in motion, despite the smothering force driving her face into her spasming loins. She felt the tickle of the fiery bush on her nose as Rose’s creamy juices coated her face.

Rose bellowed with a rhythmic primal grunt, as her climax took her. Debbie was consumed by the lustful hunger that drove her to please her new paramour to a level no one else had taken her. And, despite the relentless efforts of Lisa and Stephanie to distract her, the need to please outweighed her own need for pleasure.

Warm, sticky cum coated Debbie’s face as Madam Susan began to whimper. “I’m coming with you, my pet.”

With that, Rose’s thighs began to spasm as her heels left the floor. The sense of complete power seized control of Debbie and intensified her hunger. She was oblivious to the roaming hands invading her own body, only seeing the desperation in her prey’s eyes as they darted from Debbie to her madam in the throes of climax. Knowing Rose was completely helpless and consumed by pleasure, unleashed a merciless savage inside of Debbie, unable to accept anything less than total surrender.

That moment came when Rose’s desperate eyes locked onto Debbie’s and a series of almost humming grunts escaped her in time with her shuddering body spasms, causing the chair legs to thump even with carpet beneath.

She vaguely heard Lisa whisper, “Fuuuck,” in awe of what she was watching.

Determined to make Rose’s climax last, Debbie sucked her pussy hard with her mouth opened wide and pressed firmly against her, while pressing her tongue inside. The vibrator pressed against her tongue just before it gave way and sucked into her mouth. Nearly choking on the egg’s tail, she kept her focus on Rose and narrowed her efforts to her clit, pelting it with her waggling tongue. She held the egg in her mouth as she tongued Rose’s clit, causing saliva to escape and run down her chin, but her vibrating tongue added to the stimulation of Rose’s clit. Each waggle of her tongue caused another mini spasm through Rose’s body, until she finally pulled Debbie’s head away, gasping for breath.

“Oh, fuck!” gasped Rose. “I am in – love.”

Suddenly, the reality of hands fondling her body and fingers thrusting in and out, returned with a vengeance, and she pleaded, “Oh God, please! I’m gonna come!”

“Slap it back, Stephanie!” commanded Susan, and the fingers pulled out and slapped her pussy.

Once again, the initial slap nearly made her come, before the sting set in and pushed the urge back.

The egg vibrated in her mouth, and she knew it would soon be back in her pussy, tormenting her for as long as Susan liked. Knowing it would likely be futile, she begged for relief, with the toy still in her mouth. “Pwease, I nee to hum.”

“How many times, must I repeat myself, Debbie?” asked Susan, still panting herself. “You owe Stephanie at least one orgasm first…”

“Pwease can I huck her hussy,” she begged, and the fingers were back inside her, moving slowly but firmly, in and out.

“You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full. Lisa, would you please put the egg in its proper orifice. I can’t believe our greedy little whore sucked it right out of Rose’s cunt so she could have it to herself.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Lisa. “Can I prep her with my tongue?”

“Of course, my pet, you should always prep your whore for her toys.”

As Stephanie’s hands caressed her tits, Lisa worked in behind her and tapped Debbie’s feet, signaling to spread her knees wider. As she did, she felt Lisa’s breath on her and moaned. Without hesitation, she felt Lisa’s tongue run the length of her cunt, with a firm, slow lick that carried over her asshole. When Debbie felt the tongue on her sphincter, she let out a gasp— one of shock and surprised pleasure.

Lisa repeated the lick, several times, loving the sound of Debbie’s moans of pleasure. While she was being thoroughly tongued, Stephanie held a hand to her chin palm up, to receive the toy from her mouth.

Debbie ejected it into her palm, and said, “Thank you, Madam, ah, Miss Stephanie,” said Debbie, before the next lick took her voice. She groaned and gasped, “Oh God please!”

“Which orifice would you like it in, Debbie?” asked Lisa, as she reached to receive it from Stephanie.

Debbie was again shocked by the implication that it would, at some point, be in her ass, but managed to respond despite another masterful lick from Lisa. “Pussy please,” she replied, whining.

“Does a whore have a pussy, Debbie?” asked Susan.

She shook her head and tried again. “Please can I have the egg in my cunt, Miss Lisa?”

“Yes, you may, Cunt-whore Debbie,” replied Lisa, as it touched Debbie’s swollen labia.

“Oh!” she gasped, as Lisa twisted it in and shoved it in deep with her finger. “Please turn it down, Madam Susan, it makes me want to come”

“It’s on low, Debbie. Who decides when you come, Debbie?” barked Susan.

“You do, Madam Susan, or anyone in the room but me,” she added submissively, somehow enjoying the fact she had no say in the matter.

“That’s correct. You have not yet properly serviced Lisa, and you still owe Stephanie. Lisa, would you like to be served now, or maybe wait ’til later tonight?”

The egg kept Debbie tingling on the edge, and she whimpered, afraid to beg again for fear of prolonged torture.

“After watching that, I’m kind of afraid, but I would really rather not wait, Madam Susan.”

“And you, sweet Stephanie, now or later?”

“Now please,” replied Stephanie, emphatically.

“Well, Debbie, you are in high demand. It’s going to be a busy afternoon. We’d better hurry, whores. We still must do some toy shopping before her rehearsal. Debbie, would you please help Lisa out of her lingerie? Can that masterful tongue handle these demands before rehearsal?”

Debbie clenched her thighs together trying to maintain control over the vibrating devilish egg inside her. She wanted to come so badly, she was shaking.

“Yes, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan,” she replied, as her eyes turned to the tall, slender body having the only pussy in the room she had yet to taste.

As their eyes met, rehearsal seemed miles from her thoughts. She needed to taste Lisa and feel how much her body would shudder, as she made her come as hard and long as she would allow. Debbie needed to know how much nectar she could extract from her precious pink flower.

The overwhelming need to come remained, and she would do whatever they required to make that happen… Naked, on all fours, mentally unconstrained, and ready to beg, she felt the most alive she had ever felt…

To be continued.

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