Whitney's cunt is snug and hot around the base of your pulsing dick. She rests in your lap, facing you, with her legs wrapped around your hips. Instead of humping up and down she just lazily gyrates, enjoying the feeling of being completely full. You kiss wetly, your tongues entwining, her breath hot against you.
When you texted Whitney about what happened earlier, and she said she'd take your mind off it, you sort of expected this. But you didn't expect it to actually work. The only thing you care about right now is the heat and tightness of Whitney's pussy, and how supple her tomboy body is in your hands.
Either Cerise or Rose could be home at any time - and much worse than that could be coming your way - but right now all you care about is Whitney's twat milking you off.
"I love you Ally... I wanna fuck you forever..." Whitney's moaning is soft and sweet, hardly more than a whisper.
You ruffle her hair and luxuriate in the pleasure of fucking her as deeply as you possibly can.
Whitney laughs, low and husky. Her flat chest heaves in delight. She looks you square in the eye, the tip of her nose touching yours. "My pussy is so much better than everyone else's... isn't it..." she coos.
You nod, unable to form a real reply. That's enough, though. Whitney shivers in your arms. Her gyrations get faster.
"Fuck..." she pants like a dog in heat. "Fuck... fuck..."
There's a knock on the front door.
"Fuck!"
Whitney leans in and tries to distract you with a kiss, but the knock comes a second time, and you pull away from her lips. "That could be important," you say.
"They can wait. I want you to cum inside me--"
You surprise Whitney by standing up -- still mated to her. You loop your hands under her butt and she keeps her arms over your shoulders to help support her weight. You walk like that together, to the door, the motion of your steps forcing your still rigid cock in and out of her welcoming hole. Her head droops and her tongue lolls out in enjoyment.
You let Whitney's back rest against the door when you get there. She turns her cheek and looks through the peephole.
"It's a little girl dressed like a vampire," she announces.
"Parasol?" You ask.
"What? Like a spray can?"
Whitney is starting to feel heavy, so you'd like to hurry it up. The erotic scenario of fucking a girl standing up is giving way to the reality that 100 pounds of muscle is awkward to hold like this. "Does she have an umbrella, I mean."
"Yeah. Black umbrella, black dress."
You clear your throat and call out: "Vivian?"
Faintly, you hear a reply: "Hello, Alabaster Soliloquy. May I come in?"
[ ] Open the door like this.
[ ] Get decent first.
[ ] Send her away for now and finish with Whitney.
>[x] Open the door like this
"Darkbloom's kid, right?" Whitney says. "The girl who jacked you off with her panties?"
"Yeah..."
You and Whitney have an almost telepathic link, when it comes to perversion: she has the same idea as you, and takes action first. She slaps her palm against the deadbolt and wraps her fingers around the doorknob. You step back, pulling Whitney with you, and the door swings open.
"I came to give you thanks--" Vivian begins, before her eyes can process the scene in front of her.
"Thanks for what?" You say casually. You return to the couch and sit, settle in, thankful to not have to carry Whitney around anymore.
Vivian stands at the threshold of the apartment, immobile - like a thing turned to stone. She watches as Whitney's circular twisting around your cock begins again in earnest. Whitney grinds her mound against your crotch as she brings herself to a series of miniature orgasms.
"You can come in," you beckon. "It's okay. Just shut the door behind you."
Vivian shakes her head to bring herself back to reality, finds her bearings, and steps inside. She closes her parasol and sets it in the corner, then shuts the door behind her as instructed: good girl.
"So," you say, "thanks for what?"
"Our discussion earlier helped me come to a decision," she replies, her eyes transfixed on the spot where you and Whitney are connected. "I... ahem. I apologize if I came at a bad time."
"This-- is a perrrrfect time," Whitney slurs, her cunt making lewd squelching sounds. "You came at the EXACT right time..."
"I-- do not see what you mean," Vivian replies.
"Don't act all shy now..." Whitney says, laughing. "I know you spiked Ally's food-- tried to seduce him-- he told me all about it... since you want to fuck him too, isn't this the perfect time?"
Vivian glances away, clutching a handbag tightly in both of her small hands. Mortified.
"She TRIED to seduce me. But then she was afraid I wouldn't fit."
Whitney looks at Vivian with wolfish eyes. Like an animal sizing up prey. "Hmm... she is pretty small, isn't she? Hey, are you afraid of Ally's cock?"
Vivian nods demurely.
"You had fun, though -- what you did the other day?" Whitney prompts. "You want more..."
"I... ahem. I confess that seeing Alabaster's escapade with Rose earlier today set my mind to thinking... impure things..."
Whitney narrows her eyes at you. "You fucked Rose again?"
"She molested me!" You insist. "Under the table at some stupid meeting. It was all her fault!"
Whitney smacks you upside the head. "I don't believe you!" She says.
Even as she does this, she doesn't stop pumping her hips against you.
"Forget about that," you groan. "What are we gonna do with Vivian?"
Whitney glances back at her, smiling. "Come here..." Whitney purrs. She crooks an index finger in the air.
Haltingly, Vivian approaches the couch. When she gets close, Whitney braces herself against your shoulders and starts fucking you in a flashier way: bouncing up and down on the length of your turgid shaft like a crazy woman. She pulls all the way up to the plum-sized head, so that your cock is visible in all its angry red glory, before slamming back down again each time. Over and over, so forcefully that it drives your butt into the soft cushion of the couch and nearly takes the wind out of you.
Vivian, usually so in control of herself and her expressions, lets her jaw hang partway open in wonder as she watches Whitney work this massive piece of meat in and out of her lithe body.
"S-s-see?" Whitney pants. "It's easy... and... it f-feels s-s-sssoooo, soooo gooood...."
Vivian nods like a student in a classroom learning a new concept. In a way, that's what she is.
"D... nnnghh... Do you wanna t-try?" Whitney manages.
Vivian is emphatic. She shakes her head no, eyes full of fright.
Whitney isn't satisfied with that. She climbs off your cock, eliciting a frustrated groan from you as it leaves the soft confines of her insides and becomes fully exposed to the cool air of the living room. Whitney, stark naked, goes to this girl who's dressed like something from the Victorian era and lays a comforting hand on her shoulders.
"You wanna fuck Ally. You're just afraid he's too big for you, right? But he's not... not at all. It'll fit, I promise..."
"It could-- never--" Vivian stammers.
Whitney guides a cooperative Vivian towards you, positioning her between your legs, and then with an almost motherly touch she gets Vivian on her knees.
"Get to know it a little better," Whitney says. "Say hello. It won't bite."
Whitney is kneeling now too, nearly cheek to cheek with Vivian. But Vivian is uncertain. "You want me to say hello to Alabaster's penis."
"Not literally. Geez." Whitney grips you around the base of your dripping dick. The sight of these two girls on the floor before you is too beautiful to be believed. One, a perverted, athletic tomboy; the other, a high-class and haughty little girl who you're about to defile. Could this be any better?
"The right way to say hello to a dick," Whitney tells Vivian, her voice silk, "is to give it a kiss."
Whitney rubs your dick against Vivian's lips, smearing them with the combined juices of your mating and making them glossy. Still hesitating but not resisting, Vivian puckers her mouth into a little O and kisses you right over your piss slit. It makes an audible smooching sound. You throw your head back with a guttural moan, and a little dollop of precum oozes out.
"It likes you," Whitney says.
Vivian pulls her head back just a bit. Her eyes are glued to your veiny dick as she says: "of course it likes me. I'm starting to understand that Alabaster Soliloquy is a hopeless pervert."
"Oh, definitely," Whitney says. "And..." she snakes a hand underneath the frills of Vivian's outrageously over-stylized dress. "...so am I."
Vivian gasps. "W-what are you doing, Whitney?"
Whitney is hardly fazed. "You know my name. Did Ally tell you about me?"
"Father did... he said to look out for you."
"Are you sorry you didn't listen?" She asks.
Vivian doesn't say anything. But she does lift the hem of her dress, baring her conservative white panties, allowing Whitney unfettered access.
"Lick Ally's cock while I get you ready..." Whitney whispers in her ear.
Vivian is far from experienced and isn't sure how to manage this. She grips the sides of the couch cushions tightly, lets her jaw hang all the way open, and her tongue hang wetly out of her mouth. Instead of moving her head to service you, she lifts her entire body up and down, rubbing the flattened tongue back and forth across the sensitive underside of your penis. She stares into your eyes the whole time -- hers are full of focus and determination, and, you sense, the need for validation. You run an appreciative hand through her hair to appease her. The edges of her stretched mouth curl a bit as if smiling.
Meanwhile, Whitney has her hand down the back of Vivian's underwear and is busily violating her.
"Are you a virgin?" she demands.
Vivian nods, sending tendrils of gratifying pleasure up your spine as her tongue wags against your prick.
"How cute... I've got my fingers up a virgin's cunt... isn't that cute, Ally?"
You nod. "It's... very cute..."
"See if you can get him in your mouth," Whitney encourages. "If you can get it in your mouth, you can definitely make it fit down here..."
Using her free hand, Whitney holds Vivian by the hair on the back of her head and helps her go down on you.
Inch by inch, your dick nestles itself in the drooling wet hole of Vivian's face. She gets a little over halfway down before she starts to sputter and cough. Whitney eases up and lets her adjust to the invading member. Vivian's lips are stretched tight, blanching. Her tiny jaw looks like it's about to come dislodged. Hot spit slides down the part of your cock that isn't in her throat, and her eyes are saucers as she gazes up at you.
"Shhh..." Whitney coaxes. "You're doing good. Now let him fuck you like this."
Vivian is hardly in any position to refuse, and in any case she seemingly takes this as a challenge. She tightens her grip on the cushion's fabric and tries to force more of your cock down her welcoming gullet, but it isn't any use -- she's too small and tight, and she's gagging too much to accept any more cock meat. Instead, Whitney pulls her back, lets her breathe for a very short moment, and then brings her down again. For several minutes it's Whitney who controls the show, holding Vivian tightly by the hair and by the cunt, masturbating you with Vivian's mouth as if it were just an onahole. Vivian's eyes are still all determination and focus, even as your facefucking makes a mess of her beautiful face, covers it in shiny spit and precum, makes her dark makeup run in clumpy rivulets. With Whitney's help, this tiny girl, hardly older than a child, is sucking you off.
Finally, right before you're about to shoot off, Whitney lets up. She yanks Vivian all the way back, and your cock makes a loud 'pop' as the seal breaks between it and her lips. Vivian's breath is ragged. She falls forward, her wet face against the cushion between your legs. Your slobbery dick and nuts rest lewdly against her hair.
"She's so fucking wet..." Whitney says, voice full of delight. "She's ready. I wanna see it... I wanna see you pop her cherry..."
Vivian is still struggling to catch her breath as you and Whitney help her to her unsteady feet.
"We need to do this the right way," Whitney says. "On a bed..."
"Where--" you begin, but you quickly get the idea. Cerise's room, of course.
You princess-carry Vivian the short distance to the bedroom, Whitney leading the way, and toss her down on your older sister's queen sized bed.
"Are you ready?" You ask Vivian.
Vivian squirms a little, then raises herself onto both elbows and looks at you through eyes running whorishly with mascara. "Yes," she says, and coughs up a little bubble of precum with the effort of speaking.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," you say, a warning, giving her one last chance to turn back.
"Please..." Vivian mumbles. "Please... take my virginity, Alabaster Soliloquy."
Whitney pulls Vivian's dress up and you rub your prickhead against the darkly stained crotch of Vivian's panties. She's so fucking smooth and soft, even through the fabric of this sodden garment. Impatient and unwilling to get her properly undressed, you just pull it aside.
The little cleft of her pussy is so small that you can hardly believe it could have gotten this wet. It doesn't look ripe enough to fuck at all. But every signal Vivian sends, verbal and physical, says she wants it.
You oblige. You line yourself up with her vice-tight hole and push with all your force. And it does take all your force -- even as ready as she is, her body really is almost too little to fuck.
She grunts softly and worries her lower lip. Whitney, one hand busily working inside her own cunt as she watches this obscene display, uses her other hand to hold Vivian's reassuringly. It's at once perverted and weirdly heart-warming.
As with fucking Vivian's face, fucking her pussy is a battle of inches -- you sink in slowly, painfully slowly, her pussy lips going almost concave as you force your way in. And then you see the bulge of your cock through the little mound of her pussy - what a wonderful sight.
You don't feel any difference, but suddenly you notice a trickle of blood around the shaft of your cock. Vivian's mouth twitches, and then she smiles dreamily.
"Congratulations..." Whitney says, leaning in, kissing Vivian on the lips. "You're a woman now..."
"I am not-- on any form of-- birth control--" Vivian warns. Her voice is shaky.
"That's fine," Whitney says. She brushes the hair from Vivian's face and her masturbation quickens. "He's gonna cum inside you anyway..."
"Ghh--!" Vivian gasps. "I-is that so?" she asks you, staring at you as you begin to pump her in and out.
"Yes..." you breathe. "Yes... I-- I need to..."
You ass flexes and tightens as you hump this little girl right into the mattress. She's a ragdoll beneath you, unable to get away. Whitney showers her with adoring kisses. Vivian, lost to the pleasure, begins to return those kisses.
"Will you play with my pussy?" Whitney asks her. "Pretty please?"
Vivian nods. Whitney guides the little girl's hand to her sopping wet gash and lets her take over. Vivian might have been a virgin, but she's obviously an old hand at masturbation: her ministrations quickly get Whitney bucking her hips and rolling her eyes around in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh..." Whitney says. "You're so fucking cute... oh, that's good... yesss..."
Whitney pets Vivian's hair like a kitten while Vivian works her over. Vivian's thin, delicate fingers expertly tweak Whitney's clit. Whitney, needing more, straddles Vivian to give her better access. Vivian uses her other hand now to put three fingers inside of Whitney, corkscrewing them in and out as she continues to pleasure Whitney's sensitive clitoris.
Seeing this, one of the world's richest girls so shamelessly playing with your girlfriend's pussy, sends you over the edge.
"Are you cumming?" Whitney demands. Her tone is rough and needy. "Are you gonna fill her up? Make her your little bitch?"
Your vision goes blindingly white. You tense, slamming hard against Vivian's frail hips - once, twice, and again, bottoming out inside of her each time. You imagine you feel your cockhead pushing up past her womb, defiling even this part of her small body too.
"Fuck...!" Whitney screams. "I'm cumming too, Ally!"
Whitney and Vivian both watch as you grab Vivian's thighs and seat yourself as far as you can. You blast her deepest parts with cum, while Whitney lets out a shower of her own cum all over the girl's face and expensive dress.
"It's so... it's so hot..." Vivian moans, breathy and delirious, as you spunk her again and again, as you breed her out, as you knock her up. Her barely developed pussy spasms and cums as you fill her with seed.
You no sooner pull out of the tight hole you just came inside of, than Whitney is there, in between Vivian's legs, her mouth latched onto her pussy. Vivian writhes around on Cerise's bed with her eyes closed tightly, both hands running through Whitney's hair, as Whitney sucks your cum out. You can't believe your eyes.
GIRLS FUCKED: 4/9