Vivian is on your lap on the living room sectional, wearing only her bra and panties. Her face, scrunched up by the way you hold it in one hand, is both stupid-looking and sexy -- and her eyes are glazed with lust. With your other arm looped over the small of her back to keep her held close, you grope her butt through the sheer silk fabric of her undergarment. These skivvies are the best kind: the pointless kind, the see-everything-anyway kind.
You slap her.
Her face contorts in agony, but you scrunch it up again before she has a chance to say anything. All she can do is squirm and wiggle against you. Of course, she's wet already. And she tries to speak anyway: "mmmf... Arrrabashterrrr... prreashhh..."
You decide to be nice and let her talk for a moment. You let go of her cheeks. She smiles at you, her eyes twinkling despite the bruise spreading across her face, and her laughter is a low "hmmm~" of pleasure. She strokes your chest. "You are such a cruel man, Mr. Soliloquy.... do you enjoy beating young girls that much?" She grinds against your hardness. "Is this what arouses you... mister?"
(Vivian is taking after Amber, these days... she likes the M word.)
You slap her again. She reels, grimacing and smiling; both at the same time. "Whose fault is that?" You sneer.
Keeping her gaze averted, she admits the truth. "Mine... it's all mine, mister... please, beat me harder."
It really is all her fault: this is the scenario she asked you for. Occasionally her extremely masochistic side rears its head. A little bit ago, she asked you to -- this is verbatim -- "beat the humanity out of me." It seems that Vivian got a glimpse at one of Gal's ryona doujin and took an interest.
Now comes the critical moment when she'll find out if reality is as good as fantasy. Vicious open-handed slaps to the face are one thing, and for Vivian, they're already old hat. Punching her in the tummy is going to be something entirely new, and maybe, even for her, too much. You forced her in advance to agree to the tenderness clause, although she's loath to use a safeword; and you also know you'll have to gauge her reactions closely, ready to pull the plug yourself if need be.
You line your fist up with her tender navel, balling, then unballing, then reballing it for effect. She watches the way your forearm muscles flex, the way the veins bulge, and she's trembling. Haltingly, she wraps both weak hands around your wrist, and holds your hand to her board-flat stomach. The span of your knuckles is half as wide as her torso at her narrowest. This promises to be a short session. You might utterly demolish her with a single punch. But she's so enthusiastic to be ruined: "Please, mister... don't hold back."
You press firmly against her stomach a few times, testing its give; the spongy flesh, and the unshielded organs within. Vivian is still goading you on: "hit me... make me wet myself... bruise and batter my body..."
You pull your arm back, ready to strike, and then--
You're distracted by banging from upstairs before you can throw the first punch. It sounds like someone deploying a hammer: bang-bang, bang-bang. You gaze at the ceiling, then back down at Vivian.
She shrugs, and continues: "hurt me, mister... beat me black and bl--"
bang-bang, bang-bang -- it's impossible to carry on with this fucking racket above your heads.
You lift Vivian up by the armpits and set her aside like a toy. She makes a disgruntled "hup" as you do so. You rise to your feet. She crawls across the couch on hands and knees, after you. She whines: "Alabaster... please... ignore that noise. Come and finish what you have started."
"I'll be right back."
She purrs in anger. "Ridiculous... see a physician. You clearly have ADHD. You and Whitney both need a prescription for Ritalin -- Alabaster -- where are you going? Come back at once. I demand to be abused! Come here!"
She's on her feet now, too, and following you upstairs -- then up another flight again -- to the third floor.
You weren't sure what you did expect to find up here. But if you'd been pressed, this would definitely have been low on the list. It's Samantha -- and she's wearing clothes for the first time since moving here. It's her typically slutty bunnygirl outfit, granted, but this time it comes with some extra flair: a toolbelt, work gloves, steel-tipped boots, safety glasses and a hard-hat (with holes cut out on top for her ears to poke through, check).
The getup isn't just for show, either. She's actually working. The third floor bathroom is half-gutted, with clear plastic tarp laying over the part she isn't working on. The bathtub is out in the hall, having been removed; and Samantha is busily taking a sledgehammer to the wall, revealing the wooden framework and piping within.
Whitney is off to the side, drinking a beer and watching this demolition in progress. "Hey Ally," she says nonchalantly.
"I..." you begin. "What the hell?"
"What is the meaning of this?" Vivian demands. "You are letting your pet run rampant. She is destroying our furniture!"
Samantha hears you talking. She turns, tits jiggling, and sees you all standing there. "Oh!" She pips. "I am sorry to be making too much noise! I hope I didn't bother you, masters!"
"You bothered us quite a lot," Vivian grumps. "Why have you been entrusted with dangerous tools? Why are you out of your cage?"
Samantha giggles stupidly. "The hot tub outside is always so full! I told master Whitney that we should have a second one on the inside! Especially for when it gets cold! She says -- she says: heeeeh! If you want one so bad, install it yourself! So here I am! Okay!"
"You're installing a hot tub?" You breathe. "You... you know how to do that?"
"Oh, yes. I build a whole lot. I even built a house once!"
She turns and starts smashing the wall again. Calling over her shoulder, she says: "I will be fast! There are earplugs on the bench over there if you need some!"
That's when you notice the little yellow foam plugs sticking out of either of Samantha's ears.
You glance Whitney's way. "Do you... really think she's capable of this?"
Whitney shrugs. "Ask your mommies. They went to school with her. Said the only class she ever aced was wood shop. Go figure, huh?" She takes a sip, then adds: "Guess she's just really passionate about wood."
Her form with the sledgehammer, at least, is cool and confident; leaving little doubt that she's done similar work in the past. She strikes the wall low, knocking a hole in it; braces her foot against the wall for leverage as she unwedges the hammer's business end; takes a calm step back to recenter her balance, hoists the hammer over her shoulder and swings again. With every swing, she makes a cute little breathy grunt of exertion that sounds like "ha-aahh." And of course it makes her pretty parts jiggle, which is a bonus.
"Got another beer?" You ask Whitney. She hands you one from the cooler at her feet. Then, noticing her kid sister wearing only some very indecent underwear, she quirks and eyebrow and asks: "Did Sammy interrupt?"
"Yes! She did!" Vivian says.
Whitney hands her a can of beer, too. Vivian clacks it open, and takes a swig. The bitterness gets the better of her and she pulls a face, making a semi-disgusted "pwah" before adding: "She will be punished accordingly."
"Sounds fun," Whitney says.
"Yes!" Samantha agrees, between whacks -- not even glancing back. She's working up a nice sweat that's pearling and running down her back and butt. "Punish me lots, master Vivian! But -- later! I am very busy now!"
Vivian frowns. She sips at her beer with you and her sister.
---
"There we go -- theeeerrre we go."
"What the FUCK is wrong with you? I'm gonna kick your ass, Noelle! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!"
Such empty threats only make Noelle laugh. Kay can't fight back. She's on her knees, legs and feet folded under her butt -- and tightly bound with sturdy red rope. There won't be any getting free from knots so well-tied. Her calves are roped to to her thighs, her wrists are roped together behind her back; her entire nude body is criss-crossed by a series of complex loops and braids. It leaves her tits, small though they are, beautifully accentuated, each one encircled by the scarlet nylon. The rope is constrictive, too; her skin is flushed in certain spots and blanched in others. Her poor abused titties, for instance, are beginning to redden nicely to match the rope squeezing them.
Kay resisted the entire time Noelle was tying her down -- kicked, punched, screamed and bit. And Kay, you know, is an athletic woman: a yoga practitioner, hiker, and health nut. She's also quite a bit taller than Noelle. So it's an absolute shock that Noelle was able to so handily overpower her. As you watched Noelle rip the clothes from Kay's body, and expertly bind her in this shibari, a sinking realization struck you:
Noelle can do all this despite her protests of not being into women. If Noelle was honest with her own feelings... she'd be a better, and more prolific, lesbian rapist than even Whitney.
Already, just the act of subduing the proud and uncooperative Kay Vera has her panting hard, and trembling, unable to contain her excitement.
"Nicely done," you tell her. "I didn't even have to help." You test the ropes. They're unbelievably tight; you can hardly get even one finger between the nylon and Kay's flesh. "You're good at this."
"I watch... a lot... of JAV..." Noelle admits.
You squat and look the scowling Kay in her eyes. She shrieks, "Fuck you, too, Alabaster! I'll kick your ass, too!"
"That wasn't nice -- what you did," you say. "Are you sorry for what you did? We'll stop punishing you if you say you're sorry."
She doesn't answer. Which is a bad answer. Noelle, herself naked save for a pair of black stockings, balances on one foot. She puts her other foot in Kay's face -- and rubs it in. Hard.
"Rose special," she says, winking at you, as underneath her, Kay grunts and huffs and tries to turn away from the assault. Noelle won't let her. "It's a nice trick," she coos as she watches Kay struggle.
"Are you sorry?" You ask again. Noelle pulls her foot away. Kay gasps for breath: "hhhhhuuuuuuhhhh--" her face is grimy with specks of black sock-material and sweat. Her glasses are all askew and askance, and streaked with filth as well. Her eyes flutter; she's dazed from the stink and the lack of air. You take the glasses off her face to see her better.
Smiling, leaning in, you get your hand between her legs and rub her exposed cunt. The rope leaves this part of her on display, too, and she's leaking like a faucet. Getting hogtied turns her on. How nice. You have a feeling Noelle will use this information against her again, a lot, in the future.
Instead of apologizing, or even giving in and asking for a fuck like you know she wants to, Kay makes another mistake. She puckers her lips, and spits a thick wad of saliva straight in your face.
You don't betray any anger. You just stand, and frown down at her. Noelle, turning to face you, puts her hands on your chest, looks up at you, and says severely: "she's been like this all night. It's no use. She won't apologize for what she did. You're going to have to go with Plan A... cum on her face, Alabaster."
You're about to agree with Noelle's assessment when she leans in, and kisses you. But she isn't after a makeout session with you. She wants to lick up what Kay left on your face. She trails her lips over your cheeks, nose and forehead, sucking it up, grinning pervertedly as she does so. Even from this far away, you can smell her naked pussy creaming up. Just sucking another girl's spit off of you is getting her juicy between her legs.
Enough prelude. "All right," you tell Kay, stepping out of your bottoms. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you left me with no choice." You get hard, and start to stroke yourself against her lovely, smooth face. Her nicely tanned skin and long raven hair are a joy to rub your rigid cock all over. A joy to mess up. The fact that she can't do anything at all about this violation is just an added thrill.
You need some lubrication, though. Noelle already knows this, and she's got you covered. She sinks to her knees and takes Kay's head in both hands. Leaning over the hogtied reporter, she drools -- it's Kay's own spit -- what Kay spat on you is now being drizzled all over her. This was Noelle's intent all along, you realize. Comeuppance -- karma.
The saliva is slick and hot, and it causes her makeup to run nicely. Kay, utterly humiliated, shivers.
When she's done lubing Kay up for you, Noelle doesn't stand. Rather, she stays on the floor and sucks Kay's face. That's literally what it is: she sucks Kay's face, as if trying to give her a hickey -- licking and nipping and slurping. Meanwhile she lets her hands roam all along Kay's slender little body. It's a full-on face-licking, body-groping session worthy of the worst subway perverts Japan has to offer; Noelle has learned well.
With Noelle's mouth ravishing Kay's face from one end, and your twitchy dick rubbing dick-leak into it from the other, it's hard to see Kay herself at all beneath it all. But her mask of revulsion and anger, tinged with the pleasure of losing to cock -- it's plain as day.
It so happens that your cock meets Noelle's lips every so often as you rub it on Kay. But Noelle doesn't mind -- she licks, kisses and rubs your member just as enthusiastically as she does Kay's face. She even eventually, helpfully, takes over the job of jerking you off. With one hand, she tugs your cock back and forth, sliding the foreskin over the head again and again. She takes special care to smear Kay with the fat droplets of precum that ooze out of the piss slit.
"Oh fuck, Noelle -- just like that -- I'm gonna fucking cum on her face--"
"There we go... do it..." She grunts. "Cum on her... please... cum all over the place." She leans in and sucks on Kay's cheek from the other side as she continues to work you over. She bats her big doe eyes at you the whole time.
A sight like that is too perfect: a perverted lesbian bitch making out with the woman she overpowered, while meanwhile encouraging you to cum on them both. You groan, and then it's cumming: gloppy white strands of jizz firing from the head of your cock, painting the faces of both these whores. You can feel your nuts churning as you blast them with gob after gob of it. Most of it paints Kay's already messy forehead, cheeks and lips, but some of it overshoots and splatters Noelle too. She obviously doesn't care because she doesn't break her pace. Just milks out the rest of your spunk with a sleazy smile. When you're done nutting, she even makes sure to run her thumb back and forth across the underside, to squeeze out the last vestiges. These she rubs into Kay's hair.
"You... will both... pay for this..." Kay heaves. Somehow proud despite getting spattered with cum and groped by a woman half her size.
"Be quiet," you tell her. "You fucking love it."
It's true, too. Noelle's busy hands start molesting Kay's horny cunt, and it isn't long before she's staining the carpet of their shared bedroom with her girlcum. She screams when she orgasms against Noelle's very, very, very skilled fingers, neck muscles going taut. She's fighting so hard against this pleasure, but it won't relent... as she cums herself silly, Noelle sucks on her tits. It's a nice opportunity, too, for Noelle to clean her cummy face off. She rubs the cum from her face, into Kay's chest, leaving the skin of her tits glistening with a sheen of spunk.
"Time for part 2," you announce.
Kay, quivering, stares up at you. She didn't believe you'd really follow through... but oh yes, you will. Because of her shock and anger, she doesn't see Noelle reaching back, to undo the binding around her legs. It's not a reprieve, though. Far from it. When the ropes there are undone, the two of you force her to stand -- and lead her from the bedroom.
It's time for her slut walk.
The other girls in the Nail House are... shockingly enthusiastic, and surprisingly sadistic. They join in the depraved punishment without hesitation.
When, for example, you march Kay past Vivian in the study, Vivian immediately understands the game. "Punish the slut," she says coolly, her eyes following the bound woman as you lead her around like a dog. Noelle hands Vivian a paddle, and has Vivian do the punishing she bid herself. Kay's ass is covered in deep, angry red welts by the time Vivian is satisfied. You didn't know Vivian could hit that hard. Kay moans in pain, agony, and defeat -- and walks with a limp from then on.
Or, for another example, when you march Kay past your own bedroom, and Rose sees her. "Raping another girl, are you?" Rose says. But if her words convey judgment, her tone conveys interest; she drags Kay into the room and rapes her ass into the bedsheets using her strapon. The missionary position she uses on Kay is really hot, because her massive tits bearing down on Kay's chest oppress her nicely, and you can watch Rose's fat ass jiggle with every pump of the plastic cock. She sucks some of your sperm off Kay's face before you can warn her not to. But that's all right, because she replaces it with a few wads of spit. She also adds some cream of her own to the nasty mix when, done with raping her, she squats over Kay's head on the pillows, and masturbates to orgasm over her.
Kay gets used as a toilet like this by pretty much every girl in the Nail House before you shackle her to some hooks in the living room -- hands high above her head, feet secured to the floor (thanks, Samantha, for the installation of these.) Her body is still complexly crossed by braided red rope. The exposed flesh is covered in lewd writing now, too: "FREE HOLE" and "RAPE SOCKET" above her cunt and her asshole, respectively; across her forehead: "MEAT TOILET" and across her tummy: "DYKE BITCH" and "USE ME" and various other evil phrases. She's covered in cream, sperm, sweat and filth, and she's utterly, completely broken.
"Are you sorry?" You ask her.
"Yes..." she finally says. Her voice is small and shameful. "Yes... I am sorry..."
"Sorry what?" You prompt.
"I am sorry... master..."
That's all you needed to hear. You nod at Noelle. Noelle is more than happy to play cleanup duty. She gets down underneath Kay, and licks her. While she pigs out like the lesbian slut she is, you decide to bust another nut too -- and this one on the inside. You're pretty much addicted to cumming inside raw cunt at this point; you really need that release before you can feel truly sated. Noelle is going to have to be all right with eating Kay's cunt while you penetrate it with your dick and fuck it full of cum. Of course, you know she will be. And she is: as you hold Kay around her midsection and start to hump her, Noelle just keeps on happily licking.
"I hate you... I hate you..." Kay repeats. "Fuck you. Fuck you both..."
But she's humping back against you, and she's cumming like a bitch on Noelle's face. When finally you lose your load inside Kay's grippy, rubbery cunt-hole, you feel her spasm internally, and she lets loose an extra-sloppy squirt on Noelle. Noelle, whore she is, masturbates herself to a climax of her own as she sucks up the sperm and cunt juice in equal measure.
You cut Kay loose from the ties that bind her and she collapses in a nasty, used-up heap on the floor. Noelle -- as energetic as when it all began -- clings to her like a pup nursing on a bitch, and licks her from head to toe. Literally. Face, neck, chest, cunt, and asshole -- everywhere, every square inch of Kay's body -- her legs, her feet, between the toes even -- her arms, her armpits, her navel and her ass. Noelle's tongue misses absolutely nothing. She uses her mouth as a squeegee, to mop up whatever was deposited on her by the many people who used her today. It's cute.
Hopefully from now on Kay has learned her lesson, and won't ever mix paper with aluminum in the recycling bins again.
---
"I hope Rose gets pregnant soon," Charlotte says, sipping her tea at the kitchen's center island.
"I agree -- I absolutely agree," Scarlett says as she whisks the melting chocolate into the heating cream on the stovetop. Then, realizing, she says with a frown: "Oh. You mean that Rose."
"Well of course," Charlotte giggles. "She is his wife, after all. Don't tell me you want Alabaster to impregnate Rose2!"
Scarlett shrugs. "Why not? My Rose is just as good as yours! Better, even!"
"Scarlett, please! Rose2 is a dim bulb... not good genetic material, no... and besides... they can have their fun, but siblings bearing children is risky at best."
"As if it's much better to bear children with your cousin!"
"Once r--"
"And anyway, they're not siblings." Scarlett wheels on her niece, points at her with the dripping whisk. "Not really. They're from different timelines... or... or something..." She finds her resolve again as she adds: "Sibling incest between timelines isn't real incest! Everyone knows that!"
"Uh huh," Charlotte says. "Well if you want a bun in Rose2's oven, she's got some catching up to do. My Rose has been off the pill for weeks now."
Haughty, Scarlett puts a hand on her hip and tilts her chin up. "My Rose hasn't been on the pill to begin with!"
Charlotte is aghast. She sets her cup down. "You're joking."
Scarlett shakes her head.
"Does Alabaster know this?"
"Of course he doesn't. He'd doubtlessly object!"
"I should hope so!" Charlotte says. "Anyway, shouldn't he have some say in whether he fathers a child with someone?"
Scarlett folds her arms. "He's the one who's ejaculating inside her without even asking whether she's safe. I had the birds and the bees talk with him when he was younger -- he knows the risks. If there's an accident, that makes it all his fault."
"My goodness," Charlotte says, clasping a hand to her chest. "I rather think Alabaster would like to know this information... should I go t--"
Charlotte jumps in her seat as Scarlett surges forward and pounds a hand on the island's marble countertop. "Butt out, hussy!"
Charlotte regains her composure in the silence that follows. She smooths her blouse, and smiles at her still sneering aunt. "All right. I can see that this is important to you. What is my silence worth to you?"
Scarlett narrows her eyes at her niece. "What do you want?" She finally asks.
"We both have a horse in the race," Charlotte says. "There's no reason Alabaster can't impregnate both girls -- is there?"
"Hmm..."
"If you give me a hand..." Charlotte says slyly, "I'll give you a hand too... a little quid pro quo."
By the time dessert is done, they've already planned every possible combination of double baby shower: boy-boy, boy-girl, and girl-girl.
---
You knock softly on Alex's door.
"Come in, Ally!" you hear from the other side.
You come in. He's lying on his stomach on his bed, clad in a tee and a pair of comfy looking shorts, socked feet in the air, reading a book on his E-reader. The tablet's stylus hangs from his lips.
"How'd you know it was me?" You ask.
He smiles. "I can tell by how you knock. And the sound of your footsteps, too. It's super distinctive!"
Fair enough, but you're still a little taken aback.
"What's up?" Alex asks.
"Well -- it's been such a strange night," you begin, "with everything that happened with the implants... and so I wanted to tell you... that I'm glad you let us know about Rose2, even if it complicates matters."
His smile falters, if only a little. "I'm sorry, though. I know you care about Rosie. Even if you won't admit it! I don't know what'll happen next. But I hope we can--"
He stops as Dr. Carte pushes into the room -- shoving you aside and stepping past the threshold.
"Ms. Car-- Renee-- uhh -- hi!" Alex squeaks. He looks from her face to yours. "Did she come with you, Ally?"
"Yeah," you admit.
Dr. Carte, hands on her waist, peers down at him. "You, young man -- you and I have unfinished business to attend to."
He turns in place and rises to his butt, concerned: "Of course, Ms. Ca-- Renee-- anything you need! I'll help however I can."
"Good," Dr. Carte says. "Take off your clothes."
Alex coughs like he's been punched in the chest.
You laugh. "You really have no sense of foreplay," you tell Dr. Carte. "Do you?"
Alex makes a pouty face. "You guys scared me for a second."
"You should be scared!" Dr. Carte insists. "This is scary business! We need to verify that you're not invisible!"
He giggles. "This again? Tch-- you're so weird sometimes, Renee. Tiresias didn't make me invisible-- ah--"
His protests dissolve into a pinched little squeak of fright as Dr. Carte crawls onto the bed, and loops her arms over him from behind. She rubs his chest through his shirt.
"Alex, you silly little gay boy," she says, "you can't know that unless we test it. You have your hypothesis, great -- that you're not invisible to Alabaster -- but now, we have to run an experiment... that's just basic scientific practice."
She rests her chin on his shoulder. He's blushing deeply already, and the dirty stuff hasn't even begun. Dr. Carte gets her hands under the hem of Alex's tee, and runs them up and down his torso. She stops only to pinch his nipples. Under this extremely gentle cruelty, he starts to shake like a leaf. "A-Ally... are you going to... let her take advantage... of me... like this?"
You nod. "Why not? That's why we came by."
"Arms up," Dr. Carte commands.
He lifts his arms. With the light rustle of fabric, off comes his tee, inverting on itself as Dr. Carte pulls it past his head. He's bare-chested. Dr. Carte, still rubbing him up and down with both her hands, sets her chin back on his shoulder.
"Well?" She asks you. "What do you see?"
"I see a half-naked little gay boy," you say.
"Nnn-- Ally..." He murmurs. Then, when Dr. Carte pinches his nipple, again: "Owie! Ow..."
"You saw that?" She asks.
"Oh yeah. But do the other one, though, so I can make sure."
She pinches his other nipple now, even harder, trapping it between her fingernails and squeezing. His back arches, but she keeps him held fast -- her arm snaking around his flat tummy.
"Renee, please-- not so rough--"
"Shh, shh," she coos soothingly, directly into his ear. "It's okay. We're just making sure of a couple things, that's all. Science. That's all. You like this, don't you?"
He seems uncertain. Dr. Carte brushes the hair from his face and repeats the question.
"I do..." he admits. "But... can't you be a little more gentle?"
"Oh, sure, sure," Dr. Carte says. "I'll be gentle. I'll be so gentle with you, Alex." She reaches down and tenderly cups the tenting crotch of his shorts. "I'll be real fucking gentle with you, you little pervert... I'll make sure Alabaster is, too..." She switches sides, and whispers in his other ear: "take off your pants."
Alex is as compliant as a paid whore now. Still trapped in Dr. Carte's embrace, he raises his butt just a bit off the mattress, and removes his shorts. They slide down his baby-smooth legs, to his ankles; Dr. Carte helps them the rest of the way off. She takes them in one hand, wads them up, and puts the crotch to her nose. She inhales deeply. Slut.
"You smell good," she tells Alex, after a few moments. She tosses the shorts aside.
Alex wasn't wearing underwear, so now he's fully nude in Dr. Carte's arms. As always, he's shaved completely bare, not a trace of hair to be found anywhere around his fat, pulsing, leaking cock, already hard from all this gentle domination.
"See anything?" Dr. Carte asks you.
"I think," you say. "Maybe. It's hard to tell, though... it's possible that he did turn invisible..."
"Allyyyy..." he whines, and chews on his finger.
Dr. Carte reaches down and runs the flat of her hand across the length of Alex's inner thigh -- first one, then the other. "Can you see his legs?"
"I think so."
"Not sure?"
"I dunno."
Grinning evilly, Dr. Carte slaps Alex's thigh meat -- thwack -- it's a sharp blow that resounds in the little room. He winces and cries out with that girly, high-pitched voice of his. But his cock spits up a little wad of precum, all over his sheets. At heart, he likes getting slapped around.
"Okay, I think I saw that," you allow. Your own cock is getting harder by the second in your trousers. And, not wanting Alex to feel like the odd one out, you decide to get naked too.
Dr. Carte follows suit, disrobing even as she keeps Alex held tight. Soon this older, taller, plumper woman has Alex held against her naked body, his back to her giant chest, her legs wrapped around his butt. He stares madly at the sheets, embarrassed. It's like a scene from an /ss/ manga. Not, uh, that you would know anything about those.
"Play with me, Alex," Dr. Carte commands. She takes his left wrist, and guides it towards the space between their bodies. He gets the idea. His fingers curl up and find the opening of Dr. Carte's perpetually horny lower hole. Or at least you assume he finds her fuckhole, given how loudly Dr. Carte sighs, and how dreamy the smile that spreads across her face is. Alex is jilling her off right now.
"Okay, Alabaster," Dr. Carte says after a moment, "we need to make certain of--" She pauses, slaps Alex's thigh again. "Don't you fucking stop, Alex, I didn't tell you to stop-- that's it-- keep playing with my cunt--" She glances up at you. "We need to make certain he's 100% visible, now. Do you see anything else below his waist?"
You put a finger to your chin. "Feet?" You say. "Knees?"
Dr. Carte shakes her head. "This is no good... this is really serious. His best parts might be invisible to you..."
You can hear the wet squelching of Alex's fingers working inside her. She gets her hands under his knees, and spread his legs wide -- real, real wide, calves in the air, sock-clad feet hanging limp, so that his entire weight is resting on his coccyx. In this position, he's utterly exposed. Not just his cock, and his testicles, but that hole in his rear -- that delightful boypussy you're so fond of sinking into.
"Do you see this?" Dr. Carte asks. She wraps a hand around his cock, and wags it back and forth. Little droplets of his prefuck go flying.
"Oh -- yes!" You slap your forehead with the heel of your palm. "There it is. Of course." Your own cock is dripping, too... all over the carpet of Alex's room.
"Gooood~" She purrs.
Alex is beside himself, shaking his head, biting his fingernails.
With the digits of her other hand, Dr. Carte finds Alex's asshole. She gets him spread open, displaying the soft pink interior. It's amazing how dexterous she is, and how she can manage this position. With her arms supporting his legs under his knees, and both her hands toying with his genitals... he's totally at her mercy. Playfully she nibbles his ear.
"Do you see this, too?" She asks you.
"See what?" You ask. You take a step forward.
"This," Dr. Carte says. She starts to finger him, in and out, slowly. At the same time, she also starts to slowly masturbate his cock. "This little fuckhole. This little pussy. Do you see it?"
You crawl up onto the bed, on your tummy, and get your face way up close. "Hmmm," you say, as if lost in contemplation. "Let me take a closer look..."
Dr. Carte lets go of him so you can have your way. She keeps his ass spread with both her hands so you can see. You use your fingers to poke and prod him lewdly. Alex -- who's still obediently playing with Dr. Carte's pussy for her, as instructed -- squirms and lets out little breathy exhalations while you prod his anus. Staring down at you from above, face crimson, cock dripping, he can only manage: "Alllyyy... Alllyyyy... you're so mean..."
"I'm sorry," you say, "but I need to make sure. I would hate if I couldn't see your pussy anymore. Wouldn't you?"
He nods.
"Isn't there some other way we can check?" Dr. Carte says. "If you're having a hard time detecting it with your eyes... maybe you can use some other sense?"
"Good idea, doctor," you say. "Hmm... taste?"
"Ally--!"
He didn't expect this, for sure. You latch your mouth to his boypussy and start to lick. You eat him out like the horny bitch he really is. You get your tongue way up deep inside, and swirl it around. It's just like eating a real girl's cunt. And just like a real girl, he has much the same reaction: legs shaking, voice going shrill and staccato. He gasps and chokes and sputters. Even moreso as, laughing lowly, Dr. Carte resumes jerking him off.
Alex's insides taste sweet, like honey. Now you know why Cerise and Gal and the others are so enthusiastic about getting him ready for you to rape. You'll have to do it more often, yourself. You find yourself lost in the delicious heat and aroma of it, the meaty texture, the tight way his pussy grips and twitches against your tongue. You eat him out for much longer than you intended. The scent of his arousal mixes with the much muskier scent of Dr. Carte's, and melds inside your nostrils. It makes your cock, trapped underneath you on the mattress, strain and ache. You really, really need to fuck something... you need to jab your cock into a hot, wet hole, and cum inside it. Male, female, it doesn't matter... you just need to fuck.
"Ahh-- ahhhn~ -- I'm -- I'm cummminngggg--" Alex sighs. Your dual efforts have brought him over the edge. Gasping in his feminine way, he blows a very un-feminine wad of spunk in Dr. Carte's palm. She milks it out expertly.
Dr. Carte laughs. "You quickshot, you," she teases. She slowly pulls her hand off his still-jittery dick, making sure to trap all the sperm. Like dispensing a handful of sand, Dr. Carte raises her balled fist above Alex's face and lets his jizz seep out of it. It descends in a single, long, unbroken bubbly strand of white. He knows what to do. He tilts his head back, parts his jaw, and lets the runny seed pool in the back of his throat. His eyes droop, going half-lidded as Dr. Carte feeds his own cum to him. This degrading act, and the sight of you still licking Alex out, seems to be enough to bring Dr. Carte off, too. You hear her cunt squirting against Alex's back as he helps her cream herself.
You pull your mouth away from Alex's ass. "I don't know," you say. "I still can't tell."
"This is even more serious than I thought," Dr. Carte says with a husky voice. She flattens her palm and smears Alex's cum all over his face. "Hmm..." she purrs, even as her palm runs in circles and trails slime all over him, and he gasps and chokes on his own spunk, "...maybe you can try sense of touch next."
"Great idea," you agree. You get up on your knees and roughly grab Alex's knees. "I've got the experimental apparatus ready -- right here..."
Your red, veiny cock is raring to go. Dr. Carte reaches down and pets it. "I see," she says. "Are you sure this is the proper size for the application?"
"It might be too big," you admit.
"Seconded. You might break the test subject..."
"That's a risk we'll just have to take," you grunt, and jab your cock in Alex's silky boypussy.
His whole body tenses, and his neck muscles strain, and he gasps in pain. Dr. Carte coos and pets him. "Quiet, quiet... you're used to this, Alex... just let him fuck you... just let him fuck you, okay?"
"Ms. Carte... Ms. Carte... it's too much... please..."
She rolls her eyes. "Stop whining. God. You got to cum, didn't you? So let him cum, too. Selfish brat."
He shudders. Nothing gets him off harder than being humiliated by a strong woman. You start to fuck in earnest, enjoying the buttery texture of his interior walls, the hard nubbin of his prostate and the way the head of your prick scrapes against it. Such a nice hole to fuck -- tight, and hot... a perfect place for your horny cock to burp up a load of sperm. In this position, with Dr. Carte assisting, you have total access, and fuck upwards into Alex's body without a care in the world. Dr. Carte watches on, enjoying the sight, a voyeur at heart just like her rapist daughter.
"So?" she prompts. "Can you feel him?"
"Yes," you pant, "oh yes, for sure... fuck, yes... he's so fucking tight, Dr. Carte..."
Her curious hands play with you both -- petting his slimy cock, patting your belly and crotch, egging you on. Gulping, she says, "y-you... need to ejaculate inside him... lots, and lots... it's the only way to be completely certain..."
"Fuck..." you heave.
"Allyyyy..." He locks eyes with you. "Please -- please, spunk inside my pussy!"
"Aghhh," you groan, unable to contain it any longer. You're spunking all right, just as he asked. A big fat load just for him. You piston in and out at lightning speed, your hips a blur, while you fuck him full of cum. He jizzes again, too, the horny cunt. It squirts up in a tall arc that falls back against his chest, his face, and the top of Dr. Carte's head.
"Yessss!" He screams, cumming like a whore. "Make me a girl, Ally! Fuck, you're doing it!! Make me your girl! Make me a bitch!"
You feel like you'll cum a whole gallon into him as your cock pumps squirt after squirt of the sticky stuff. It seems like it'll never end. And when finally it does end, when finally you've emptied your nuts entirely inside the depths of Alex's tight asshole, you fall forward, collapsing with him and Dr. Carte in a sweaty, heaving pile. Your still-erect cock remains buried to the hilt in his ass. You can feel his prostate throbbing against the shaft, just under the head.
"Ally..." he coos. "I love you so much..."
"You do, don't you," you pant.
"Mmmhmm."
"You're a fucking bitch for me, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," he agrees unhesitatingly.
"My little cunt?"
"I'm your little cunt, Ally."
You kiss him on the forehead. "I love you, too."
Dr. Carte writhes herself free of the love pile, and circles the two of you like a vulture. You lift your head to find her squatting over you, presenting her mature cunt. Her fingers are digging at her itchy hole. "You're not done," she tells you. "We need to make sure there were no side effects."
"Dr. Carte--"
"Can you see this?" She asks. She tickles her clit. "Oh dear... we need to do some more testing... extensive testing..."
She starts to rub herself against your face.
---
You've been eating Mom's cunt for hours now. In her own bed, lying on your stomach before her, while she sits propped up on the pillows. This is the longest you've ever eaten pussy. Not Rose, in her cruelest turns at me-time; not Cerise, in your laziest, sweatiest summer afternoons spent 69ing; not Whitney, when you bet her that you could lick pussy better than any girl can -- not anyone has ever gotten such a lengthy oral service from you. You're doing it to be a good son, of course, but also because you're kind of addicted. They way her pussy tastes and smells: sweet like cherry pie, sort of like Rose2's cunt -- but also dirty and musky, the way a woman's cunt should be. That paradoxical mix of sugariness with raw sex invading your nostrils and your tastebuds, it's perfect. You could keep your mouth and nose buried right here, inside her, forever. And every time you think you'll quit, to get up off your belly and sink your achingly erect cock into that divine hole of hers, she does something to keep your tongue rooted right where it is. Pets your hair, or cums in your face, or hugs your ears just a little tighter with her meaty thighs. Or says something like: "oh baby, you just love to lick your mommy, don't you? You naughty boy." Or: "that's it, keep playing with mama's holes!" Or: "I'm gonna cum again! I'm cumming on your tongue, baby, fuck! Drink it!"
Not only are your lips and tongue working overtime, but your hands, too. You dig at her overheated fuckholes: three or four fingers tickling her from inside her vagina, and another one or two corkscrewing around inside her rear orifice as well. Full service, today, for mommy: every skill you've learned from the many women you've been with, all employed to keep her cumming on you for hours. Your reward is a seemingly never-ending stream of mama's cream, just for you, to suck from her meaty twat and gorge yourself on. It's amazing how soft and squishy your mother's jizz-holes are. The pad of her pubic mound is infinitely compressible: you can push the heel of your palm against it and never feel bone. Just the squishy give of mature, motherly cunt. The same with her ass, too, of course: her smooth, fat, jiggly ass, concealing the soft dark pucker of an anus that's almost unbearably hot, and as easy to get inside as anything, despite how tight it is. Her asshole isn't too concealed just now, though; her position on the pillowtop keeps her ass nice and spread for you, and her gash, too -- granting total access to her beloved son, so that you can do the best job possible of getting her off. She holds herself under her knees and keeps herself spread. All her words just encourage you: alternating between calling you "mama's good little boy" and "naughty little pervert freak" -- both types of praise make your cock throb.
And it's only because of her -- because of her burning need to get fucked, to get railed hard by your incestuous prick -- that you stop eating that wonderful pussy. She presses her fingers gently against your forehead, and you pull your puckered lips off her mound to look her in the eyes.
She strokes your slimy cheek. "Oh, Alabaster... what am I going to do with you? You would lick me down there forever if I let you, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," you grunt, gulping down fresh air. Still fingering her asshole, you lean towards her, and latch your mouth to one of her nipples. You can't help yourself. Mom's chest, her enormous tits bigger than any woman you know, her huge, hard, dark pink nipples -- are too inviting. You nurse on her and keep prodding her pliable anus, staring up at her through your peripheral vision. She shudders, moaning, and hugs you. Arms around your back and ankles around your hips. She strokes your hair, as if trying to comb it with her fingers.
"You're such a horny boy," she murmurs. "So incorrigible."
You nod, and keep sucking on her tits. With your other hand you grope her other breast, and enjoy the way this part of her, too, is unendingly soft and hot. Whether it's her asshole or her udders, she's a woman who gets feverish all over when she's aroused. And the way she hugs you, pulls you into her, encouraging you to grope her both inside and out... the way her skin against your back is also hot, and clings stickily to yours... it fuels your lust to even higher heights.
"I feel your cock, baby..." Mom says. "It's so hard... and it's wet, too... are you leaking on me?"
She's got your number. Your horny prick is pressed up against her plump leg. Your piss-slit made a puddle on the sheets while you were eating her and now it's stippling her thighs with the precum that oozes continuously from it like a broken tap. You can smell this as well: the nutty aroma of your own arousal, melding with the sweetly dirty scent of hers. It's driving both of you wild.
"You got all hard from this, didn't you?"
You nod. Mom giggles low and husky, and tilts your chin up so you can meet her lips. You kiss her, then. You're connected to her on both ends, fingering her butt, and swabbing your tongue around at the back of her mouth. Taking out your unbearable horniness on her body as, all the while, your cockhead drools against her leg. You really are a naughty boy. This is such a naughty, dirty thing to do to your own mother, isn't it? But you can't help it. Your cock is all hard for mama's body. She's such a nice mother to let you have your perverted fun on her.
"Do you want to fuck now, baby?"
The low, needful moan you make is all the answer you need to supply. She settles back a bit and spreads her legs a little wider. What a nasty, sexy moment that is, the moment your mother spreads her legs for you to fuck her raw. Not only that she would commit incest with you but that she'd let you do it without even mentioning a condom -- it goes totally for granted that you're going to creampie her. She knows that's what your cock needs. It's what she needs, too. She needs the feeling of her own son's seed spilling out and painting the back of the womb he came from...
So getting down on top of her, and lining your cock up with the dewy opening of her slit, you fuck your mother.
"Unngghhh," she groans, throwing her head back at the moment of penetration. Her pussy is still nice and tight, and she has a hard time taking your enormous member. You sink slowly, but violently, in, and relish the slippery insides of your mother's body. That sweet-smelling fuckhole she's got has become all tender and supple from the hours you spent licking it. She's been marinating in wetness for so long that now she has one of the softest cunts you've ever been inside. The lubrication of her natural juices combined with your saliva, and the way her inner walls have absorbed all that moisture, to become all puffy and slimy, make it one of the most pleasurable fucks you've ever had. So snug but so inviting, so slick but so sticky, your mommy's mommyhole is the absolute best relief your pervy cock could get.
You rut inside her like a dog, and after this foreplay that lasted for so long, you know you'll drop your load inside her in no time. She knows it too, and encourages it. Arching her back to bring her tits up towards your face again, she lets you nurse on her some more while you fuck. She goes back to gently stroking your hair and talks dirty to you, whispering softly, directly into your ear. "That's it, baby, fuck mama good. As much as you need to, okay? That's my good boy. Cum whenever you want. Oh -- so rough -- you must be really horny right now. That's okay. I made you lick me for so, so long, didn't I? That wasn't any fair, was it... you deserve a big cum, too, don't you? A nice, big, wet, messy cum. Do you wanna cum, baby? Inside mommy's gash? Make a cummy mess inside me. Shh, that's okay, quit moaning, just cum for me... oooh... oooooooohhhhh..."
That's what her lust-crazed tirade dissolves into, as you seed her, just a series of low, almost painful "ooooohhhh" sounds from the back of her throat. She makes them in tune to the throbbing of your wet orgasm, hot air blowing against your eardrum. "Oooooh.... oooooohhhhh.... ooooohhhh..."
You suckle on her nipple, as your tingling cock expands and pulses inside her. You're so wet all over, with sweat, and she is too; and now she's all milky inside. She's trembling like a bird and smiling like a fiend.
Cumming only once, after all that, was never going to be close to enough. For you or her. But you need a moment of respite. When you're finished jizzing inside her, you lie still, and focus on the hard pink nubbin of her nipple in between your lips. You need a moment for your cock to calm down: it's still completely erect inside her thick body, but it's painfully sensitive from having just ejaculated, and you can't take the pleasure of thrusting right now. Your system is coursing with the rush of adrenaline and endorphins, and your prick is buzzing with electric enjoyment. You'll fuck her again, in just a second, but for now, some depraved pillow talk:
"I can see why Cerise and everyone else is so hooked on this..." Mom tells you, breathing heavy, back of her palm against her forehead.
"Uh huh."
"You cum like a stallion, Alabaster... do you know that?"
"I've heard."
"You nasty, dirty little boy."
Your cock jerks inside her at that.
"You fuck your sisters just like this, huh?"
"Yeah."
She gyrates her hips a little and squeezes your shaft with the sloppy walls of her cum-stained pussy. "Tell me more about the cruel things you do to Rose."
"Which one?"
"My Rose."
You, very slowly, start to fuck in and out of her. It's still too sensitive, but it's hard to resist fucking while you talk like this:
"I spank her."
"Mmm, that's good. You spank both your little sisters, then."
"Yeah. I slap her, too -- across the face -- and on her cunt. When she gets out of line."
"Oh Alabaster, that's so nice of you... you're keeping them disciplined. You're such a good big brother."
Your sperm squelches inside her as you pump your cock gently in and out of her battered hole.
"I'll have to lend a hand," Mom says. "They get so unruly and bratty. We need to keep them focused on what's most important..."
"Which is?"
"Making their big brother's cock feel good of course... and their big sister's hole feel good, too -- they should be keeping Cerise satisfied just the same as you... that's their job in this family, isn't it?"
You moan deeply at that, and deposit another couple creamy wads of jism in her. She mashes her lips to yours and kisses you hard. Then, turning with you, she gets you on your back, with her on top. Her enormous jugs hang down and press heavily against your chest. Your cum seeps down out of her body, around your still rock-hard prick, and over your crotch. Holding your face in her hands, she keeps kissing you, and starts to fuck back and forth atop you. She does all the work this way, in this reverse missionary, bringing your overstimulated cock more pleasure than you can stand -- and cumming on you like a fucking bitch in heat. There's nothing you can do but let her pin you down and fuck you. The ridges inside her cunt, already spattered with your dense and sticky seed, try hard to milk even more out. Her twat flutters around you, squeezes and kisses your prickhead.
"I wanted to fuck you for so long, Alabaster..." she coos. "So very long..."
"Oh fuck, Mom..."
"Ever since you were little." She gulps, and moans into your ear at the depravity of her own confession. Then she rests her chin on your shoulder and really starts to fuck herself on your cock. Her hips become a blur and the wet shlicking noise, of your prick stirring up her cummy cunt, fills the room. All this sperm you've already loaded her with just provides a bit of extra cushion for the desperate forcefulness of this incestuous mating session. You grab her fat ass and hang on to it for all you're worth, as she continues:
"I walked in on your playing with yourself, when you 14... do you remember?... and ever since then... oh god, I'm such an awful mother..."
You kiss her and groan, "tell me more."
"I played with myself all the time, thinking of it... I fingered myself while you were away at school -- sucking on the used tissues in your wastebasket... I licked the cum from your dirty boxers... I masturbated in your bed!"
You nuzzle her neck and feel your cock swell as she tells you all the sordid details. Her cunt is getting even wetter.
"You have an awful pervert for a mother, Alabaster! I'm such a fucking pervert! I've wanted your cock inside of me ever since then! Cum inside me, baby, give me everything inside your nuts! I want it so bad!"
Your muscles tense from head to toe, and you give your mother the sperm she so hungrily craves. It spurts out in ropy glops, overfilling her. Like a cream donut that's been stepped on, the filthy mess explodes from her twat in a geyser of white, staining your crotches, and the bed below, and making the room stink even worse than it already does. She rises to a cowgirl position and rides the orgasm out. Getting spermed makes her cum, too, and she squirts so hard that it reaches your face. This only eggs her on -- she rubs her clit with her flattened palm and deliberately cums on her own son's face. "I'm sorry I'm such a degenerate whore! I'm sorry, Alabaster! Forgive me! But don't stop cumming inside me! Never, ever!"
That's the last intelligible thing she gets out. The rest is just wailing as you force more spunk into that already spunky pussy-hole and uterus.
You fall sleep together, coated in each other's cum and sweat, and kissing sweetly, with your cock buried deep inside. As you drift off, you tell her:
"You know... Cerise and I... we have this sort of tradition."
"Hmm?"
"We call it family movie night."