"Alabaster."
Great. Just what you need right now. Rose.
"Can we talk somewhere private?" She asks.
"I don't know. Are you going to hit me? I can't take much more of this abuse... I'm such a wimp, you know."
Rose isn't pleased by the clown act.
"Fine," you say. "Lead the way, mistress."
You don't like the way that makes her smile despite the sarcasm you layered onto it.
Inside Rose's bedroom, you sit on her bed and shrug. "All right. What's so important that we needed to have a private pow-wow? I'm a busy man, you kn--"
Rose climbs into your lap, swinging her thick legs over you so that she's straddling you, and clutches your face with both hands. She opens her mouth wide and kisses you forcefully, wetly. It's really more like she's sucking on you, to be honest -- you weren't prepared for this. It's a kiss brimming with uncharacteristic passion and need.
"I didn't mean it," she moans against you. Her voice is soft and tinged with that rarest of her emotions: remorse.
"W-what?" You try to push her back a little, to get some breathing room so you can talk it out, but she just dives in for another assault, kissing you, and running her hands all across your chest. Her weight presses down on you and you feel powerless to resist.
"I didn't mean any of it, okay? Don't gloat -- and don't make make me say it again -- this is all you're getting, Alabaster..."
But you have to gloat at least a little. It wouldn't be fun, otherwise. "I know you didn't mean that shit," you tell her. "You're a shitty actress."
You kiss her back.
"Fuck you," she growls. She wraps her hand around the back of your head and twirls her tongue inside your mouth. She tastes so sweet and warm. Her breaths are tiny and hot against you. She's already pawing at the buttons on your shirt.
"Well fuck you, too, then," you tell her between kisses.
"Fuck me yourself."
You reach for her blouse.
There's a knock on the door.
Rose2 -- of course. "Ally! You guys in there? I was hoping you'd give me that grand tour of the house you promised~"
Rose gives you a severe look. "Just ignore her," she tells you.
[ ] Ignore her.
>[x] Make love, not war.
"I think you and the other Rose need to learn how to get along better," you tell her.
"Oh, fuck you, Alabaster," Rose says. "But -- for real, this time. You deranged ape."
You pull her into another kiss that she's powerless to resist.
"I shot the poor girl in her shoulder. I bet her rotator cuff is never going to be the same. The least I can do is show a little contrition -- right?"
Rose is hurt. "But... I risked my life-- what about me? I want you. I... god, don't make me say it... I NEED you..."
She pounds a fist against your chest, but weakly, more to emphasize the point.
"I know," you tell her. "But... think of it like this..." you lean in and whisper, breathing directly into her ear, making her shiver: "you can show her that you're better..."
Knock-knock. "Ally? I hear your voice in there, silly! You can't hide from me~... haha. That's a joke. Open up!"
"Am I..." Rose begins, gulping. She pulls back a little to regard you. "...You think I'm better?"
"Don't flatter yourself. It's a low bar to clear."
She pounds your chest again. You reach down and get your hand up her skirt, and feel the soft cleft of her naked cunt. Always naked, and always wet for you. Her body is honest even if she is not. "Show that girl what this pussy can do..." you tell her, and tickle her clit. She shudders.
Rose hauls herself up now, raising one leg like a bitch to climb off you -- not ladylike at all. She's all hot and bothered and worse, her competitive streak is flaring up.
You walk over and answer the door. Rose2's pink hair is ruffled by the breeze it creates. Her face is still somewhat more pale than usual from everything that happened earlier.
"Ally! Why the heck were you hiding from me--"
She notices now, peeking around you, that Rose is here, and more: she's sitting on her bed with her legs spread wide and her skirt hiked up and her bare cunt on full display. Rose2's dumb, pretty eyes bug out. "Oh my gosh!"
Her face now cycles through a panoply of emotions: anger, sadness, disgust, and chiefly, confusion. "I... I didn't..."
She tries to turn and go, but you stop her, holding her in place by the wrist.
"You interrupted us on purpose, didn't you? What were you expecting? Why else would I be in her room? Use your head."
Rose2 glances back, and sees Rose idly playing with herself. She has two fingers in her pussy and an evil grin on her face -- she likes seeing you get a bit rough with other girls. Rose2 looks away again, knuckles to her lips, blushing. "I'm sorry... never mind..."
"You can go, if you want," you allow. "But we've got room for a third."
"Th-th-th-third..." Rose2 stammers. "Thr-threesome?!"
"What's with the shy schoolgirl act? That's hardly new to you."
Rose, behind you, is a little miffed. "Wait. You had a threesome with her and some other bitch?"
"Not now, Rose," you tell her without looking back. "Let me work."
"Ugh. I'll deal with you later, then."
You whisper to Rose2 so that only she can hear. "That's the thing you should understand, okay? We can all have fun together... there's nothing wrong with it. Why fight -- why be rivals -- make love, not war, right?"
Rose2's dewy eyes are still swimming with uncertainty, so you seal the deal with physical affection. Notch this as another similarity between the two Roses: their resistance crumbles if you kiss them.
"Your decision, of course," you tell her gently. You swipe some hair from her face. "But you're more than welcome to share our bed tonight... and it'll feel really good."
"O... okay..."
You reel her into the room and close the door.
"Lick my cunt, you bitch," Rose growls. She leans back on one elbow and spreads her sticky pussy lips, awaiting obedience.
Rose2 squeaks in fear.
"Will you cut the domme shit out?" You tell Rose. "You'll scare her to death."
Rose pouts. You pet Rose2 on the top of the head to soothe her. She clutches your shirt sleeve and circles around you and hides her face against your back, as if to shield herself from her rival.
"We'll be nice," you tell her. "...Won't we?"
"Hmmph," Rose says.
"You like being with girls?" You ask Rose2.
Her face still nestled close to your body, she mumbles: "I... I dunno... I want YOU, Ally..." Her eyes are bright as she looks up at you: "You smell so nice."
"Come here," you tell her. You guide her to Rose's bed, and sit down in front of her. You unzip your jeans and nod -- she gets the message. She reaches a tiny hand into your fly, finds your already erect cock.
"You... you're so big, Ally~"
Despite her trepidation, the heat and firmness of your cock in her hand is enough to keep her going.
"Take it out," you instruct. As she does so, Rose climbs down to the carpet and joins her. From opposite sides of your cock, the two Roses share a momentary, reproachful gaze.
Rose2 actually makes the first move: she smiles at you, so broadly it forces her eyes shut, and says, "can I suck your cock, Ally?"
You grunt a yes in response, and immediately, she gets to work. Her pink lips engulf the mushroom head of your dick. Her impossibly small tongue snakes under the foreskin, flickering against the frenulum. How did she get so good at this? It takes your breath away. The way her mouth suckles on your cock like she needs your cum to live... it's almost enough to make you pop off, right now.
You steal a glance at Rose, to see how she's dealing with this. It's a mixed bag. She loathes to see you with another woman, and especially this one -- but she's a dirty little bitch, too, and being up close and personal to a pretty girl sucking a hard cock is obviously doing things to her. Her eyes simmer. Lust and hate battle within her.
Rose2 sinks lower on your meaty dick, and her slimy tongue tickles the underside of it in such a painfully pleasurable way. Rose rubs your knees to catch your attention and asks you, in a voice that sounds like begging: "She's no good, is she? She doesn't know how to do that at all..."
Rose2 tries to rebut, but with her mouth stuffed full of cockmeat, all she can do is gag. Which feels really fucking good, too. She sputters and drools on you.
"If you think she isn't any good -- help her," you say.
"H-help her--"
"Lick my nuts."
This steals Rose's breath. The domineering way you say it, and the substance of the command itself. She hesitates, so you repeat yourself, even more firmly than the first time: "Lick my fucking nuts."
And to make sure there is no last-second resistance to the prospect of helping her love-rival, you lace your fingers through Rose's hair and tug her face towards your crotch. Her button nose rests against your cum-filled balls, and the stink of your manly cock invades her nostrils. Her eyes roll back -- it's making her stupid. It always does. Of course, after that, she'll have to obey. And she does. Her tongue darts out, at first reluctant, but slowly growing more eager, as she swabs it around and pleasures you. Even if she has to work with someone she hates, she can't help how much she loves to lick and suckle your balls. The two Roses are working in tandem now, one nursing on your dick, the other servicing your heavy nuts. You pet them both appreciatively. They can be good girls, after all.
It isn't to last. Rose2 always plays like she's innocent, but she's a terrible instigator. She pulls off your spit-slick dick and says, her voice hoarse: "I'm better than her, right? You like my cocksuck better..."
Rose pulls back from your balls. Strands of spit, hers and her rival's, cling to her. It forms a bridge between her face and your genitals. She's in such an undignified, nasty state; but she's full of pride as she insists to Rose2: "you're horrible. I'm way better at this..." She grabs your dick, curling her soft fingers around it. She nuzzles it like a kitten, and drags her tongue in a long, slow motion all the way up the shaft. You can't suppress the groan it causes. "Right, Alabaster?"
"You--!" Rose2 shouts. She presses one of your thighs, to spread your legs wider and create some space for her. She butts her good shoulder up against Rose and tries to force her back, but Rose won't budge -- she's an immovable object when she's got her lips around your dick. Forced now to compromise, Rose2 cups your slobbery nuts and massages them gently, while she puckers her mouth and starts to kiss your shaft. Two girls share your cock, blowing you, but each has a different strategy. Rose uses her wonderfully skilled, wet tongue to swirl around and hit all the spots she knows you're weak to. Rose2 uses her pouty lips to plant kisses almost at random all over your horny cock and balls. Make no mistake about it, this is a fierce competition, but neither one is prevailing.
As they suck you off, their mouths occasionally meet -- Rose licks Rose2, or Rose2 kisses Rose -- it's a hot fucking sight, especially the way they refuse to stop going, even as their eyes fill with loathing for one another.
You throw your head back and moan. This is too much... you need to feel the snug confines of a cunt around you. So you say so: "I need to fuck someone..."
Rose grins smugly. She strokes your thigh and adopts a seductive tone. "Of course. Her amateur technique just frustrated you. It's okay, Alabaster... I'm here for you... you can cum in my pussy, if you want."
"Nnn-!" Rose2 sighs in frustration around your cock. She looks up at you desperately. "A-Ally-- d-didn't you say that MY pussy was the tightest you ever had?"
"You--" Rose begins.
But Rose2 stammers over her. "And Ally, I'm all -- all wet for you... so please... PLEASE cum inside me, okay?"
These girls are trying to kill you. You just know it.
"Both of you get on the bed."
They obey, climbing up as you step off. They sit there on their knees, fists pressing into the mattress between their legs, peering up at you, awaiting instruction -- like puppies at the pound trying to claim a new owner.
"On your backs."
They obey, again. Their eyes are fixed on your dripping, drooling cock. Rose chews her lip; Rose2 breathes hard and seems halfway scared, even now.
To entice you, Rose hooks a hand under either of her knees, calves in the air, and spreads her legs as wide as they'll go. Her skirt is pulled all the way back, almost as if she's wearing it upside-down. She's on full display to you, totally vulnerable, and willingly so. It's enough to make your heart melt.
Rose2 is not to be outdone. She quickly removes her frilly pink panties. They're stained with her wetness, so much that they actually drip. She says: "I know I make a lot of noise... and I wouldn't want to bother you like that... so..." With that, she balls the panties up, and shoves them in her own mouth, as a gag. Though the wadded-up cotton prevents her from smiling, her glinting eyes tell the story -- she's happy.
"I'm gonna fuck you both," you tell them.
Their reaction is half joy and half despair, as expected.
Eeenie-meenie... you settle on the original Rose, first. You climb atop the bed and replace her hands under her knees with your own. She lets her arms fall back to the mattress, splaying out, savoring a momentary victory. You mount her like the bitch she is, pull her lower half up toward you and slam your cock into her without mercy.
"Unnghh--" Rose gasps when you break her cunt open around you. "Ohhhh... oh, fuuu-uuuck... therrrre you go. See? You wanted my pussy after all..."
You rut, holding her plump ass in the air while you saw your cock in and out of her. Rose is just along for the ride, but she loves it. "That's it... that's it, Alabaster... you can just keep going... just keep going and cum inside me... forget about her..."
Rose2's eyes intently watch the place where you're mating with her most hated opponent. It seems like she wants to stop watching, but she can't force herself to. And it seems like she can't decide whether this is a dream or a nightmare. The thwacking of your crotch against Rose's as you bottom out repeatedly, is the only sound in the room. That, and Rose's theatrical cries of ecstasy.
Unfortunately for Rose, you're a man of your word, and now it's time for the other Rose's turn. You pull out of Rose and drop her like a sack of rocks. She barely registers it before you're already between Rose2's legs.
"Alabaster--" Rose says. "Wait--"
Too late. Rose2's face beams with adoration as you lie atop her and plunge yourself into her tight pink pussy. She loops an arm around your neck to pull you in. At such a close distance, you can smell her sodden panties in her mouth, that weirdly sweet and feminine scent unique to her. Her hips wag, and help your wet cock find purchase in her vicelike insides. It's enough to make you want to cum.
"You-- you don't want her," Rose insists, mostly to convince herself, it seems. "You want me! Not this dirty, used-up, dumb fucking cunt--"
Rose2 is a little bit of an M, you've learned, and this abuse, despite the source, makes her shiver. You pound her extra hard now, to reinforce the association of pleasure with verbal degradation in her brain. She's easy enough to train. Her pretty little cunthole juices around you.
"She's just some dumb slut... you want ME--"
"Will you shut up already?" You snarl. "Don't make me gag you, too."
That association of pleasure and humiliation is already strong in Rose's mind; she takes a ragged breath and tries to calm herself, but no avail. She's way too hot for you to do anything that might make you refuse her. A bit more obsequious, she holds her legs apart for you, and sweetly pleads: "don't make me wait..."
If she wants it that bad, then fine. You switch girls again, and mount Rose, and fuck her raw. Her pussy might not be as tight, but it's probably softer -- nice and wet, hot and squelchy, like a living onahole. It's hard to say which feels better. The lewd sounds of fucking Rose's fleshy cunt are definitely a point in favor, though. You can't get enough of those nasty, wet noises.
When Rose2 begins to whine, even through her gag, you switch again -- back and forth you go, fucking them both in equal measure. It's a delirious, debauched experience.
"But -- but you'll cum inside me, right?" Rose begs.
Rose2 sucks her panties like a pacifier and wordlessly pleads with you to choose her instead.
With your cock planted as deep as it can go inside Rose2's bubblegum pussy, you grab Rose's wrist, and pull it to the side, and force her to link hands with the girl she hates so much. "Will you fucking sluts just get along already?" You say. "Jesus... I'll cum inside both of you too, if that's what it takes..."
You surrender yourself to the pleasure, staring down at these two girls who are physically so similar, but who could not be more different otherwise. With their palms clasped together, you direct their faces now, turning them to the side, and forcing them to peer into one another's eyes. Make love, not war, indeed: "Kiss," you command them.
They shake their heads emphatically no, and Rose says: "you have got to be kidding--"
"If you want my cum inside you -- kiss."
Rose reaches up, begrudgingly, and removes Rose2's makeshift gag. Mutely, they consider their situation -- the impulse to spite each other, and the much stronger impulse warring with the first, their primal need to get spermed.
You press their faces together to decide the contest for them. They need no more prodding. They kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as they link both of hands together.
That sight, of these two beautiful, healthy girls making out despite their mutual hatred, sets you off. You feel the jizz surging through your nuts, up your shaft, and you can't hold back any longer.
The first two spurts go deep inside Rose2, right into her womb. The bed squeaks beneath as you rut and breed her out. Rose2's eyelids flutter and she inhales deeply around Rose's tongue as she feels those warm, gooey blasts inside her.
It's such an awesomely pleasurable sensation that your reptile brain almost forces you to stay seated inside, and waste your entire load in her twat. But you have to be kind. Against millions of years of evolutionary instinct, you pull out. Your spurting cock can't be stopped; one, two blasts of hot cum spray the kissing girls, landing on their skirts and blouses, staining them. You see stars and feel about ready to pass out, but you quickly find Rose's steamy pussy, and get yourself shoved up it. You groan in agonized delight. You've fucked so much at this point, that NOT blowing your cum where it belongs -- inside some lucky girl's orifices -- is horribly frustrating. The final two sticky, searing squirts of your seed land in Rose's fertile pussy. You hose her down and secretly hope she gets pregnant. You want to knock Rose up.
That thought alone coaxes out another couple, smaller blasts that you didn't know were in there. Rose's over-full cunt leaks your pearly jism from around the seal it forms with your cock.
As you pull back with a satisfied heave, totally empty, you note with approval that the girls are still kissing, of their own volition. Their legs are spread wide and their leaking pussies stain the mattress. They revel in the sensation of being full of your hot cum, and this has defeated their animosity, for now, as they share in that joy, and make out lovingly.