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BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 01

By: TripleL



This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This story has decidedly sacrilegious content—not so much in this chapter, but in the ones to come—so if you don't like that, look elsewhere.

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"I can't see you tonight, David. I've got a guest." 

Alyssa sounded disappointed. We'd been fucking regularly—almost daily, really—for weeks now, bringing her roommate Melanie along for the ride when we felt like it. She wasn't the only woman I was fucking, but she was probably the best. Melanie was too docile. Dr. Carrington needed to be abused all the time. Kim shrieked like a banshee; she practically blew out my eardrums every time. And Megan wanted it in public a bit too often for my tastes. Alyssa, though, was different. Submissive to me, dominant toward other women. Inventive and kinky. Tight, fit, flexible, and firm. I don't remember if I had realized it yet, but I was falling for her, at least a little bit.

"I thought you were on the pill for that sort of thing," I replied.

"Ha ha. There's a visiting student staying with me tonight, Kelly something-or-other. I think she'd get the wrong idea about the school if she saw us together."

"Is she hot?" I asked.

"Pig. I haven't even seen her yet; she's supposed to be here in an hour or so."

"Well, if she's hot, call me. We can have a threesome. Unless Mel is there; then it would be a foursome."

Alyssa snickered at that. "You, sir, have a one-track mind. Besides, she's still in high school. Pervert."

"She's eighteen, though, right?"

"Yes. Cradle-robber."

"You probably just want her for yourself. You want to make some innocent eighteen-year-old eat your pussy."

"You know I only do girls to make you happy."

"Oh, really? Then you haven't been making your roommate eat you out every night?" 

There was a brief pause, and I envisioned Alyssa's pale skin turning red with embarrassment. "All right, maybe I'm a little bi."

I laughed. "Do you think?"

"Shut up," she said, teasingly.

"All right. I'll have to find someone else for tonight. But really—call me if she's hot."

Even over the phone, I knew Alyssa was rolling her eyes. It came through in her tone. "Yes, sir. Anything you say, sir. Should I dress her up for you, sir?"

"Away with you, woman. Go get ready for your guest."

"Sir, anything you say, sir."

"Hanging up on you now," I replied.

"See you tomorrow, once she's gone?"

"Of course."

"Mmmm, can't wait. Maybe I will get her to eat me," she said, a wicked edge in her voice.

"Harlot."

"Jerk."

"Hussy."

"Enough banter. We'd probably make people sick."

I stuck out my tongue at her. It was a phone call, so she couldn't see it, but it still felt appropriate. "Spoilsport. See you tomorrow."

"Sounds good." We hung up, and I started looking for someone else to take care of my needs for the evening.

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After a half-hour of searching, I was coming up empty. Everyone I wanted was busy or out of town or whatnot, and the rest of my little harem wasn't what I was looking for that night.

That's when my phone buzzed—a text from Alyssa.

"OMG. Want to make her rim me."

A few moments later, the phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture, a candid shot of her guest. She was kneeling down, looking for something in her backpack, and Alyssa had snapped a shot of her from the side while she was distracted. It looked like Kelly something-or-other was the classic All-American girl-next-door. She was wearing a fairly demure sundress, loose and flowing, hinting tantalizingly at an impressive body. Her hair was a dirty blonde and fell to her shoulders, and she had spent some time in the sun; she was tanned, and a few freckles dappled her cheeks. I couldn't make out her eye color from the picture, but she had lovely lips as well. A cross dangled from a chain around her neck, and she had a simple gold ring around one finger. 

Another buzz, another text. "Dumb bitch is Christian though. Wanted to read her Bible before dinner."

I sent her a reply. "Have an idea. Will join you at dinner."

Her answer came back almost instantly. "Can't wait, stud. Will let you know when we're leaving."

About an hour later, I walked into the cafeteria. The delay meant the place was mostly empty; the dinner rush had ended. A few small groups were scattered around the place. I grabbed a tray and got myself a sandwich from the sub counter. I was just paying when Alyssa and Kelly came in. I caught Alyssa's eye and nodded toward an empty table in the corner, then went and took a seat. Within a few minutes, the two girls joined me.

Alyssa was wearing a light blue tank top and tight jeans that showed off her frankly incredible legs and ass. Kelly hadn't changed; she was still in the yellow sun dress, although she'd added a matching headband that kept her hair back. She was fresh-faced, with cornflower blue eyes, and as she sat down I caught a glimpse of some quite nice-looking cleavage concealed by her dress.

Alyssa slid easily into the seat next to me, and her hand went right into my lap, seeking out my cock. She squeezed it through my jeans and I wanted to take her then and there, but I had a plan for the night. So instead I gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and whispered, "Play it cool." Then I gave Kelly my most winning smile and said, "Kelly, right? I'm David." I didn't know what, exactly, Alyssa had told her about me so I left it there.

Kelly returned my smile with one of her own. It was devastating—her teeth were perfect, and she had lovely dimples on her cheeks that were simply stunning. As she sat down opposite Alyssa and me, she replied, "Glad to meet you David. So you're Alyssa's friend?" 

"Well, she has more than one." We all laughed politely. "Actually, I'm her youth group leader." That got Kelly a bit more interested. It was, of course, a flagrant lie, but she didn't know that. "We had a meeting tonight, you know."

Alyssa was sharp; she picked up on what I was doing almost immediately. "Sorry for missing it, but I didn't want to be rude to my guest."

Kelly leaned in a bit and said, "Oh, you should have said! I would have come along!"

"Well," Alyssa replied, "I didn't want to scare you off, either. You know how some people are." The girl could have been an actress; she was playing Kelly quite well. But now it was my turn. Alyssa had baited the trap, and Kelly was sniffing around. I was going to have to spring it on her.

"If you like," I said, "we could all go do some study after dinner." Alyssa raised one perfect eyebrow, conveying with the gesture skepticism of my abilities to take some naïve Christian girl and turn her into a bisexual slut in one night. 

All right, I tell a lie. She raised her eyebrow, and I didn't really think about what it meant until a while later, when I asked about it and she explained. Hey, I'm narrating a fuck story, not writing a report; relax.

Anyway, Kelly agreed to head out with us. We ate and passed the time making small talk—you know, I didn't know until that night that Alyssa's birthday was days from my own—and when we were done we left for a classroom I knew to be empty, one near the chapel.

The chapel, on my campus, was in Ford Hall—an old building, a replica of some place in Philadelphia. There were only a few classrooms there; it was mostly administrative offices. Most important, from my point of view, was that the hall floors were heavily carpeted and the walls had a bunch of decorative paintings and whatnot—past university presidents, pictures of boats, landscapes, what-have-you. They were frankly a bit ugly, but they absorbed noise very well. And of course the administrative staff had all left for the day hours ago. Put that all together, and you had a quiet room, off the beaten path, where people could do what they wanted without being disturbed. An ideal place, in short, to corrupt some innocent young thing and lead her into a life of sin and depravity.

Truly, one of my favorite pastimes.

Kelly brought her Bible to dinner, for some reason, so she was prepared. She offered to let Alyssa read along where needed. I, too, was prepared. Before dinner, I spent an instructive hour watching videos of Bible studies online, and stopped by the library to grab one as well. I figured that, plus the summer Bible camps I had to go to as a kid, would be enough for me to fake it. Plus if things went to plan I wouldn't need to pretend for long before I had sweet little Kelly on her knees, worshiping a new God.

We stole into Ford Hall and the unoccupied classroom. The room was fairly small, with ten or so desks—the kind where the desktop is attached to the chair, but folds back—and a lecturer's podium. The floors were wood, and the room still had an old-fashioned chalkboard instead of a whiteboard. It was a relic of the early days of my university.

Once we were in, I let my pheromones start doing their thing, working as a subconscious aphrodisiac. I got the sense, though, that I wouldn't need too much tonight; Kelly was another example of one kind of girl I knew all too well. She seemed to be all sweetness and light, but she was high-strung, a bit nervous, and she'd been sneaking glances at me all evening. I couldn't be sure, of course, but I suspected there was a wildcat in Kelly ready to explode (and mix metaphors, I guess).

I closed the door to the classroom and we all sat down in a close circle. "Well, ladies, at the meeting today we were talking about Song of Songs. I understand if you want to cover some other topic, of course." Kelly, dear thing, blushed at the mere mention of this Old Testament book—again, something I'd seen before.

See, Song of Songs is, by the standards of people like Kelly, sexy stuff. The plan was simple: get Kelly in a room, get her thinking about sex, let my god-given magnetism do the rest. Truly, I am a master of subtle, long-term planning.

Anyway, I had everyone open their Bibles and had Kelly read a few verses out loud. She cleared her throat primly and read:

"How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist's hands. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle."

It wasn't much to go on, but would have to do. I stopped her here and asked Kelly why she thought that the speaker was spending time describing his love's physical appearance. We went back and forth for a while—Alyssa joined in on occasion—about interpreting the book as a parable or as literal, and so on. It was boring, and the real purpose of the exercise was to draw out the time Kelly spent near me, taking in a heaping helping of pheromones, and to make her mind turn to carnal matters.

After half an hour, the effect started to become noticeable. Kelly kept looking at me, furtively, eyes darting back down to her Bible whenever she thought I was looking up. Of course, being in a room with me for twenty minutes while inhaling my pheromones would have that affect on most women—some men, even—but I like to think my natural charm and magnetism played a part too.

Alyssa was even further along. She was rubbing her thighs together, unconsciously, and her eyes were locked firmly on my groin. I could see that Kelly had been primed and was now ready for more. Alyssa was no different. That meant it was time to move onto the next part of the plan.

"Forgive me for changing the subject," I said. "But I noticed your ring. Are you married?"

Kelly held up her right hand and showed us the gold band around her ring finger. "This is my promise ring," she said. "It represents my promise not to have sex until I'm married. I'll wear it until a man proposes to me, and then he'll replace it with his engagement ring." She was looking at me as she spoke, and didn't seem to notice Alyssa rolling her eyes at the saccharine little speech.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," I said. "Forgive me for playing Devil's Advocate—but doesn't it seem odd that the Lord would give us powerful sex drives and make sex so pleasurable if he didn't want us to enjoy it? That seems a bit twisted." 

Kelly bit her lower lip as she pondered. I'm sure she'd heard stuff like that before, but right now she wasn't thinking clearly. I kept pushing. "I'm not saying you should sleep with whoever you want. Obviously, be smart about it. " 

"This... is very different than what my pastor back home said," she replied.

"Well, I'm not your pastor. But it seems to me that sex is natural and good, and what we've been reading clearly suggests that there's nothing wrong with having and enjoying it. And if you don't have a partner, then at least you can masturbate."

Kelly looked away from me, then, hiding her face behind her hands. I could see a flush creeping up on her, though. "You do masturbate, right?" I asked.

She opened her fingers, looking at me with one eye, and dropped her hands long enough to say "My pastor says I shouldn't... but I do anyway." Then she clapped her hands over her mouth again. 

Alyssa chimed in next. "It's fine. We all do it. Anyone who says otherwise is lying." That was God's own truth—hell, I have a little harem and I still jerk off every now and then, just to keep my hand in (if you'll pardon the pun). 

I picked up from where Alyssa left off. "Don't worry. We're not into judging here." I went and sat by Kelly and gently took her hands, pulling them away from her mouth and enfolding them in my own. Then I took a gamble. "Tell me about it."

She looked shocked, but didn't try to pull away. Her eyes flickered from side to side, as if she wanted to reassure herself that it was just the three of us in the room. "Really? Isn't that, I don't know, wrong?"

"It's okay. I'd love to hear about it. How do you like to do it?"

"Well... I do it in the bath."

"Go on."

"I lay in the bath and put my legs up on the sides of the tub." Her face was bright red by now, and her breathing had quickened. I kept my eyes on hers, a genial smile fixed on my face. I nodded at her, and she continued.

"Then I turn the water on so it comes down right on my..." she trailed off, clearly searching for the right words. Alyssa supplied them.

"It's okay, honey," she said, sliding sinuously into the seat beside Kelly. Alyssa put one hand on Kelly's shoulder and the other on her thigh. "You like it when the water hits your pussy?"

Kelly somehow got redder, but she nodded at that and looked away from me. "You can call it your pussy," Alyssa continued, her voice breathy and barely more than a whisper. "Or your cunt." She started to stroke Kelly's thigh gently. "Keep going, Kelly. Tell us how you play with your cunt."

"Sometimes if the water isn't enough I rub myself."

"Where?" Alyssa asked.

"I rub my... my cunt." Kelly was rubbing her thighs together now and shifting in her seat. Alyssa's hand traveled further up her leg, and Kelly made no move to pull away from me or stop her. "And sometimes I put things in it."

"What kind of things?"

"I have a hairbrush I like... the handle has these ridges. And one time I used a bottle."

It was kind of sad, really. There are perfectly good devices that work much better than hairbrushes and bottles, and this poor dear didn't have access to them. We only had her for a night, but I was sure we'd expand her horizons significantly before sending her back home.

Alyssa leaned in close. "Doesn't it feel so good when something slides inside you the first time? I know I love it when David enters my cunt." She emphasized the last word; it came out clipped and just a bit harsh, and both women shuddered as she said it. Kelly let out an adorable little whimper and closed her eyes. Alyssa's hand continued up her leg. Kelly's legs were closed, her thighs pressed together, but Alyssa was patient, and she steadily worked her hand in under the other woman's sundress.

I brought Kelly's hands up to my lips and gently kissed her clasped fingers. Her eyes were still closed, but as my lips touched her skin she let out her breath in a long, low exhalation. Kelly's lips were moving; she was saying something, too quietly to be heard. But then Alyssa's burrowing hand found its target. Alyssa's mouth opened in an 'O' and her eyes went wide. "You're practically dripping," she said, pleasantly surprised, and then she leaned in closer, kissing Kelly's neck just under her ear, by her jawline. That's when Kelly's whispers grew louder—she was saying, over and over, "Oh God... oh God... oh God..."

I got up and moved to sit next to her, letting go of her hands. Alyssa and I had her sandwiched between us. Alyssa was using her mouth, her delicious, talented mouth, kissing Kelly's neck, moving up to tease her ear with her tongue. I mirrored her on the other side. While Alyssa kept her hand in place between Kelly's creamy thighs, cupping the younger girl's cunny in her palm, I went higher, and reached across Kelly's chest to rest my hand on one of her perky, firm breasts. And through it all, Kelly kept whispering her little prayer.

Kelly made no move to pull away from us. Her hips were moving—no big movements, but little rolls as she pressed herself against Alyssa's palm. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, white-knuckled. She was breathing fast, and I could feel the pulse in her neck through my lips; her heart was racing. I moved my lips close to her ear and murmured, "Do you want us to make you feel better than you ever have before?"

There was a long pause before she gave us her reply—a small nod, and a whispered, "Yes."

I glanced at Alyssa for a moment and we traded grins, just for an instant. Then we went to work. Alyssa slid her hand up onto Kelly's midriff, just for a moment, then back down—but this time her fingers made their way underneath the waistband of Kelly's demure white cotton panties. Kelly started breathing even faster, almost hyperventilating as Alyssa's slim fingers touched her, no doubt the first time she'd been touched by anyone other than herself. 

Kelly bit her lower lip—it was adorable, I can't lie—and finally tried to get hold of her senses. "No... I can't," she said. "I made a promise." 

"Just words," I said, between gentle kisses. "Just words. You should know what it is you've promised to give up." 

"Not give up—oh--not give up." She was squirming a bit now in her chair, but still not trying to get up or make us stop. As she tried to talk her way out of what was going to happen, her speech was interrupted by more little breathy noises, brought out by Alyssa's skilled slender fingers as they teased and toyed with her. I couldn't see exactly what Alyssa was doing underneath Kelly's dress, but I knew it had to be maddeningly pleasurable, especially for a comparative innocent like Kelly. "I'm—oh god—saving myself," she said, "until—mmmm—until marriage."

I was still cupping one of her perky young breasts, and I could feel that her nipple had gone stiff in my hand. I pinched it lightly and said, "Just think about how good this feels. How our hands on you make you yearn for more. You want to feel like this, don't you? And you want to learn how to make others feel this good, don't you? Your future husband won't want a naïve little girl—he'll want a confident, talented woman."

Alyssa piped up, speaking quietly to Kelly. "Men don't want ladies. They want dirty whores who know how to please them." Kelly didn't reply; her hips were gyrating in her seat, her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open, lips parted appealingly, her pink tongue just barely visible behind her perfect white teeth. Alyssa kept talking, furthering the seduction attempt. "You're so beautiful, Kelly. It's a waste to hide a body like yours behind concealing clothes. Think how much better I could make you feel if we were naked."


BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 01



Thoroughly addled by pleasure, Kelly gave a small nod. Alyssa removed her hand from between Kelly's legs, making the younger girl let out a small whine of disappointment. She rose, and a gentle pull brought Kelly to her feet as well. I sat back, and Alyssa pushed a few desks away while Kelly stood, looking down at the floor, her hands clutching at her dress. When Alyssa was done, she had cleared out a ring of open space with Kelly at the center. Alyssa stood by her guest and whispered something in her ear. 

The desks in the room were the kind where the top folds away. Kelly nervously made her way to me and lifted the desk top, folding it off to the side. She turned and sat down on my lap. Alyssa coughed, meaningfully, and Kelly jumped up. "May I sit on your lap?" she asked. I nodded, and she sat back down, back stiff and straight. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her back to me, scooting my hips forward at the same time, making her lean back against me. She was warm, and her hair smelled of wildflowers. I placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, and she relaxed, letting her body mold to my own.

"Watch me, Kelly," Alyssa said. "I'm going to show you one way to get a man excited." She turned, facing away from Kelly and me, and looked back over one shoulder at us. Her legs were spread, about shoulder width apart, and her ass looked delectable under the tight jeans she was wearing. Alyssa was a dancer, and it showed in her body—and in particular, in her legs and her ass. She saw where I was looking and gave that perfect bubble butt a little wiggle. Then she bent at the waist, excruciatingly slowly. Alyssa was also incredibly flexible. Her upper body went parallel to the floor, then she bent still further, her head dipping lower and lower as her hands ran down her thighs, then her calves. She ended up with her hands on her ankles and her head resting on her own leg; she was looking back at us through her own legs. Kelly and I were both enraptured.

Alyssa slowly straightened back up, her hands running up her denim-covered legs. When she made it all the way up, her hands kept going, pulling her shirt up and baring her lower back before she let the blue tank top fall back down. Then she spun on her heel, turning to face us, her long, dark hair flaring out behind her. Alyssa leaned forward once again, letting Kelly and I catch a glimpse of her modest but perfectly-formed breasts under her shirt. This time, she stopped when her chest was parallel to the floor and looked up at us, a salacious look in her eyes. 

My fingers wormed their way under Kelly's dress. Alyssa hadn't been lying when she said that Kelly was wet; as I ran one hand up her thighs, I encountered a few drops of her honey. When my fingers made contact with her cotton panties, I found them almost soaked through. Alyssa was a talented girl, and her touch had clearly gotten Kelly worked up. For her part, Kelly reacted to my touch by spreading her legs slightly and inching her hips forward to grind against my hand. I smiled at Alyssa over Kelly's shoulder as the dark-haired dancer continued her striptease and I continued to manipulate Kelly.

Both of us watched as Alyssa put her dancer's training to good use. Her shoes—flip-flops, nothing sexy—had been kicked off some time ago, well before the action started, but everything else was still on. Swaying her hips seductively to the tune of some music only she could hear, Alyssa unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them, revealing her own panties—a fairly demure pair of blue-and-white boyshorts.

Alyssa tucked her thumbs under her waistband and tugged the tight jeans down slightly, still shifting her hips from side to side. She approached Kelly and I, her eyes on me. I returned her steady stare and whispered to Kelly, "See how she looks at me? She's intent, focused, and it lets me know that this is for me. She's not just tossing her clothes on the floor; she's putting on a show." As I spoke, I pulled Kelly's underwear to one side, and ran a single finger the length of her slit. 

Kelly let her breath out in a long, low moan as I touched her. She squirmed a bit on my lap, and wound up sliding down in between my legs—and that's when her ass came to rest up against my cock. I was, of course, hard, and while my fairly loose khakis concealed things somewhat I am—if I may say so myself—rather well-endowed. And when Kelly felt the thick length of my shaft up against her, her head snapped around and her jaw dropped. "Wha... what is that?" she asked.

Alyssa chuckled a bit and came closer. She stretched her arms overhead, pulling her shirt up and baring her midriff, and gave Kelly an answer. "That's his dick," she said. "It's the biggest dick I've ever seen. And it's the best." Alyssa lowered her arms, purred like a satisfied cat, and shrugged one shoulder strap of her top off her arm. "He's going to put it in you, Kelly," she continued, "and he's going to make you cum."

My fingers kept up their manipulations, seeking and finding Kelly's button. It was erect, and I don't think she was prepared for what would happen when I touched it. My fingertips barely grazed her, but her response was immediate. Her hips bucked, and her whole body almost convulsed there on my lap. Only my encircling arms kept her in place. Alyssa and I shared a smile as Kelly said, quietly: "Please do that again."

I didn't, at least not yet. "Wait for it, Kelly," I told her. "Watch Alyssa." Alyssa, for her part, turned away from us again. She slowly stripped off her shirt, baring her back. Alyssa hadn't worn a bra, and as she casually let her top dangle off one finger and fall to the floor she folded her other arm over her breasts. When she turned back, her arm kept us from seeing much, but her pale skin and slim waist were enough to make my cock throb in my pants. Alyssa knelt in front of us, her head level with Kelly's cunt. "Remember how it felt when I touched your clit?" I asked her. Kelly's eyes were on Alyssa, and she seemed hypnotized as the raven-haired beauty leaned forward, slowly positioning herself between Kelly's spread thighs. Still, she managed to give me a small nod. "She's going to make you feel like that again—and that's just for a start."

Alyssa pushed Kelly's sundress up and out of the way, leaving the pale yellow fabric bunched up around the younger woman's waist. I moved my hand out of the way and Alyssa took over. The gathered fabric of the dress blocked my view somewhat, but as Alyssa leaned in I knew what she was planning to do—it was something I'd seen her do before, with her roommate or with other members of my little harem. Kelly suddenly gasped and spasmed again, and I knew that Alyssa's talented tongue had snaked out from between her full, red lips and made contact with Kelly's sensitive bud. Kelly had never been touched before tonight, and her explorations of her own body hadn't prepared her for the intensity of the sensations we were giving her.

In a matter of seconds, Kelly was shifting, squirming in my lap, my hands around her waist and chest keeping her in place. Her writhing felt very good from my perspective as well; her ass wound up grinding against my cock. Alyssa even managed to do a bit of multitasking; one hand came up to stroke me through my pants, or at least the part of me that wasn't trapped under Kelly's ass. She wound up mainly squeezing the head of my prick, but it still felt good, especially with Kelly inadvertently grinding herself against me.

Alyssa did something with her mouth that sent Kelly into a paroxysm of pleasure. Kelly started whispering again, repeating one word over and over: "Please... please... please..." I didn't know if she meant "Please stop," "Please, more," or—what I judged most likely—both at once. Alyssa, though, took her to mean "Please make me cum harder than I ever have before." Or at least that's what I assume, because about thirty seconds after Kelly's whispered mantra started, it stopped; Kelly's back arched, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth dropped open. Her arms and legs stuck out, every muscle in her body seemingly going rigid. And then, it seemed like she had a seizure—she started thrashing about in my arms. Alyssa kept her lips locked on Kelly's cunt throughout (like I said, the girl had skills), even when Kelly's legs closed around her head and she twisted far enough that I thought she might wrench Alyssa's neck.

Then she suddenly went limp, laying against me heavily and breathing deep. Alyssa backed away from Kelly and stood up. Her lips and chin shone with Kelly's juices, and some had dripped down her neck. I felt a wet spot on my pants where Kelly sat and realized she must have soaked through her dress as well. Alyssa gave me a devilish grin and said to me, "Beat that." And with no further ado she bent and stripped off her tight jeans and her panties, letting them pool on the floor by her feet.

Kelly was still dead to the world as Alyssa and I stripped her as well. She murmured something unintelligible as I shifted her around so Alyssa could peel her dress off her; there was indeed a dark spot on the back of the dress where she'd drenched it. Her bra and panties came off next. She was quite a looker. Her breasts were full and firm, C-cups according to her bra tag, and she had fairly prominent tan lines—normally a turn off, but in this case it made her seem more appealing. Her nipples were brownish-pink, and long, almost as long as the first joint of my pinky. Her waist was narrow, and her stomach was flat. She trimmed her bush into a triangle of dirty blonde fuzz above her dripping slit (I had half-expected her to be completely unshaven, but I guess bikini season had even good girls getting shaved and waxed). Kelly had long legs and a heart-shaped ass. 

She came to a minute later, fully nude save for her purity ring and the cross dangling between her breasts, back on my lap and facing away from me. But I was naked too by then, and my stiff cock stuck up between her legs, and her drenched cunt was pressed up against the base of my shaft while the rest rose into the air majestically (if I do say so myself). Her eyelids fluttered a few times before opening, and the first thing she did was let out a contented moan. But then her brain caught up with what was going on, and I saw her eyes go wide as she realized what had just happened and her current position. She looked around frantically and saw Alyssa, naked as the day she was born, sitting on top of another desk and casually rubbing her clit while she watched us.

"Wh... what's happening?" asked Kelly, her voice quavering—perhaps in fear, or perhaps something else.

"Alyssa ate your cunt. And from the way you reacted, I'd say you enjoyed it. I think you're a little bit bi," I answered, my lips close to her ear.

"No... I'm not..." Kelly protested, weakly. "That's wrong."

"It's not. It's natural," I replied. I still had my arms around her waist, and she wasn't struggling or making any move at all to get up. I decided to test a theory, and I slowly moved one hand down between her legs, my fingertips brushing her smooth skin as they went. When I reached her clit, I gave it a gentle touch, and her response was immediate and electric. 

Kelly's hips rocked, and she ground herself against my cock, coating a good portion of its length in her slick juices. Her shoulders heaved, and she let out a groan, then said something unexpected: "FUCK!" Instantly, she clapped both hands over her mouth. I stifled a laugh, but Alyssa was less successful. 

"It's okay to curse, honey," she said. "In fact, it makes this sort of thing so much better. Listen: my boyfriend is going to fuck your pretty virginal cunt and make you cream your fucking head off. Isn't that hot?" While she was talking, Alyssa kept rubbing herself, and I think she was picturing me doing the things she was describing. "Feel how big and hard he is? See how he's sticking out there between your thighs? Think about how deep it's going to go. When he's done no other man will satisfy you." She shuddered through a mini-climax while Kelly and I watched, her eyes closing as she arched her back and moaned. 

When she was done, Alyssa brought her fingers up to her mouth to lick them clean, but she stopped just as her tongue touched her fingertips. "Hmmm..." she said, looking contemplative and withdrawing her fingers. Alyssa fixed her eyes on Kelly and strutted over to us, exaggerating the natural sway of her hips and drawing my attention, at least, to her toned dancer's body. Kelly still had her hands over her mouth. "Let me see your mouth, honey," Alyssa said in an almost motherly tone. Kelly complied, tentatively, lowering her hands but keeping them folded in front of her chest. "Now open up. I tasted you earlier; you should taste me. Men love bi sluts like you." Kelly opened her mouth and started to say something—perhaps another protest—but Alyssa was quick, and she slid her fingers into Kelly's mouth as soon as she had the opportunity. Kelly didn't resist; she just closed her lips and started to suckle on Alyssa's fingers.

I picked up the dirty talk. "She's delicious, isn't she? I've eaten her out more times than I can count. She loves feeling my tongue down between her legs. You know what it's like to have someone do that, now, don't you? But I think that you're a lot more sensitive than she is. Or at least part of you is..." Once more I brushed by fingers over her clit, and once more she responded intensely and immediately. She tried to cry out, but with her lips locked on Alyssa's girlcum-soaked fingers it came out muffled. But her body shook, and her hands flew down to grab my wrist. I don't know if she wanted me to stop, or to do it again, but I didn't really care. Another light touch on her joy buzzer made her cunt cream all over me, a gush of juices coating the top of my cock. 

Alyssa jerked her hand back quickly. "Fuck! She bit me!" she shouted, waving her hand. Kelly didn't seem to know what she'd done; her eyes were glazed, her mouth was open in a big 'O,' and she was sliding her cunt up and down on my shaft. Alyssa reached out and took Kelly by the chin, turning her face up so she could look her in the eye. "Say sorry, honey," she said. When Kelly didn't reply, Alyssa frowned and pinched one of Kelly's nipples between her thumb and the knuckle of her index finger. Kelly still didn't answer her; she was lost in her own little world, grinding against me, the veiny skin of my cock sliding against her cunt lips and sometimes grazing her clit. So Alyssa clucked her tongue disappointedly and pinched harder, adding a twist of the wrist and a pull.

That did the trick. Kelly let out a pained squeal as she focused on Alyssa again. Alyssa kept the pressure up, until Kelly replayed the past few moments in her memory and screamed out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Alyssa immediately let go when that happened and leaned in, pulling Kelly into a hug. "It's okay, honey. You're new at this. David and I will teach you how to be a good little bi slut." Kelly tensed up at that, but another touch from me on her sensitive bud sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Alyssa held her as she shook, whispering filthy things to her that I couldn't quite hear. When Kelly's tremors ceased. Alyssa let her go and sunk down to her knees again, gesturing for Kelly to join her. Kelly seemed overwhelmed, and she slipped off my lap and sat down beside Alyssa in front of me.

"You've never pleased a man before, have you honey?" Alyssa asked. Kelly shook her head. "All right. Watch me." Alyssa reached out and grabbed my cock, wrapping one hand around the base, her fingers not quite capable of encircling my thick pole. "We'll start with using your hands. A lot of people don't realize how important this is. Men sometimes think handjobs are worse than blowjobs or fucking. They're not worse, just different." Then she started to stroke me, one-handed, twisting her wrist as her hand glided up and down my length in long slow strokes. I'd been rock-hard for some time, now, with a pretty girl in my lap rubbing her cunt on me, so I was in need of some sort of release. Alyssa's hand had my cock oozing precum before her third stroke.

"See, when you jerk a guy off, you can make it go slow or fast. You can use one hand or two. You can squeeze tight or stay loose." Alyssa demonstrated these variations as she spoke, speeding up and slowing down, adding a hand, gripping me hard before relaxing. "And you can watch his reactions. You can see his cock swell and his precum drip from him. You can see it on his face how much he likes it." Kelly was staring at my swollen cock as Alyssa stroked it, and she nodded mutely.

Alyssa kept going with her lesson. "It's not all about the cock, though. You have to pay attention to other things too. Like his balls." She let go of my cock with one hand and moved down to cup my heavy sack, rolling my balls around in her palm. I scooted forward in the seat to give her better access. "Most men aren't as big as David. And even the ones that are don't fuck like he does. I think of a nice handjob like this as a way of showing David how much I want him. It's all about his pleasure, see, and that means you should focus on him entirely when you're doing this. I feel like I'm worshiping him when I do it."

That seemed to make Kelly a bit skittish. Alyssa saw it too, and she expertly distracted Kelly before things went too far—in this case, by taking Kelly's hands and bringing them up to my groin. Kelly let Alyssa position her; she wound up with her left hand on my balls and her right hand on my shaft. "Now stroke him," Alyssa said, "make him feel good."

Kelly's first feeble efforts were, well, feeble. She sort of just twitched her wrist and shook things from side to side. "No, no," Alyssa said. "Let me show you." Alyssa placed her hands over Kelly's and took over. Her fingers curled over Kelly's; it led to a curious sensation, as Alyssa jacked me off using Kelly's hands. Her stokes were long and smooth, with just a bit of a corkscrewing motion. After a few strokes Alyssa let go and Kelly picked up the action, mimicking Alyssa quite well. 

A bead of precum formed at the tip of my dick, and Alyssa directed Kelly to extended her strokes so that her palm rubbed my head, smearing the precum into her hands and across my whole length. "That's one sign you're doing a good job," Alyssa said. "And if you've got your hand on his balls, like you do, then you can feel another. When they tighten up, it means you've done well and he's going to cum soon."

Kelly kept stroking me, and before too long that very thing happened. Alyssa had one hand on my sack as well, gently squeezing the bloated organ, gauging my progress toward my climax, and when they rose and tightened she made Kelly stop. "We're going to make him cum together," she said. Alyssa gripped my shaft, her hand just above Kelly's, and then she had Kelly add another hand on top of that. Finally, Alyssa managed to get her other hand on too. It was impressive; both girls had small hands, but even so there was still some left uncovered. Not for the first time I gave silent thanks to Priapus for his gift.

"Just try to keep in sync with me," Alyssa said, sidling close to Kelly, so that their hips and shoulders touched. "We're going to make him explode all over us and then we're going to clean up." Kelly nodded, her lips parted, her eyes showing white all around. They started to stroke me again, a four-handed handjob that felt heavenly (once they got going; it did take a few seconds). I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and let them work, not holding back at all as they jerked me to completion.

In just a few minutes, their dedicated efforts did the trick. I throbbed int their hands and felt the first surge of spunk shoot up my shaft. Kelly gasped and Alyssa laughed as the load that had been building up for quite a while erupted from me. My eyes were closed, so I let the girls determine where my cum would end up. Kelly stopped stroking and removed her hands when I started to cum, but Alyssa kept going, and I felt her directing my spurting hose as bolts of thick sperm jetted from me. 




BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 01



When I opened my eyes, both girls had been liberally frosted with my cum. Ropes hand landed on Kelly's face, and on Alyssa's, and on both of their tits. Some spurts seemed to have gone between them; there was cum on Kelly's shoulder and a few white lines on the wooden floor of the classroom behind them. Alyssa was still stroking me, but Kelly had let go. She had her hands up in the air in front of her, and there was cum on them as well. She looked shocked and was looking at my still-hard cock and blinking rapidly; Alyssa had aimed it right at her. The last dregs of my climax dripped from the end of my shaft down over Alyssa's hands.

"Wow," said Kelly. "Is it like that every time?"

Alyssa giggled. "With David it is. But most men aren't anything like this."

"There's so much," Kelly said, flabbergasted.

"I know. And didn't it feel good to have him throbbing in your hands?" Alyssa asked Without looking away from my cock, Kelly admitted it did. "Good girl. Now, as you can see, we've made quite a mess here. And what do good little bi sluts like you do when they've made a mess?"

Kelly's voice, when she answered, was small and soft. "Clean it up," she said.

"Very good!" Alyssa was, it turned out, something of a natural when it came to teaching new sluts. "You should always start by cleaning David up. And the right way to do that is with your mouth." Then she demonstrated what she meant, leaning forward and engulfing the head of my prick with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me, polishing the tip, before she pulled off, sucking hard as she did so my cock came free of her mouth with a *pop.* 

Then she ran her thumb up the underside of my cock, pressing down and forcing another thick blob of cum out, like squeezing toothpaste from a tube. "Now you try," she said, aiming it back toward Kelly. The younger girl was nervous, but whatever objections she might have had a few hours ago were gone. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the end of my cock, and her tongue lapped at the cum that was there. Alyssa had been thorough when it came to licking me, but Kelly didn't; she just licked me once and then kind of stopped, her lips locked onto me. 

Alyssa, meanwhile, was licking her hands clean. She saw that Kelly was unsure of what to do, and she looked up at me and said, "How's she doing, stud?" 

I shook my head. "She needs more education."

Alyssa finished cleaning her hands, devouring my cum eagerly rather than savoring it, as she sometimes liked to do. Then she gathered up Kelly's hair into a loose ponytail and gently pulled her away. "You don't just sit there. You need to lavish attention on him," she said. "Open your mouth."

Kelly mutely obeyed. My cum was still on her tongue, a white bead against her pink flesh. Alyssa saw it too, and said, "You should get used to that taste. Roll it around on your tongue. Enjoy it. Learn to love that rich salty-sweet flavor." Alyssa was really getting into this whole slut training thing—frankly, I was a little blown away by it, and more than happy to let her take the lead. "Here," she said. "Have some more." She moved closer to Kelly and licked some of the cum off the younger girl's hand. Kelly looked to me for guidance, and I mimed for her to open up; she did, and Alyssa rose up, lined herself up over Kelly, and let the cum fall from her mouth into Kelly's, feeding her like a baby bird. Kelly held her mouth open in an 'O', and Alyssa was remarkably accurate—a long off-white string of cum and spit stretched from her mouth to Kelly's.

So Kelly wound up with a mouthful of cum, and under instruction from Alyssa spent the better part of a minute swirling it around in her mouth while Alyssa waxed poetic about how delicious it was, before being instructed to swallow. Kelly winced a bit as the cum slid down her mouth, clearly unaccustomed to the taste and the texture. "Hold still, now," Alyssa said, and she went back for more, dragging her tongue across Kelly's cheeks, her forehead, her chest, sucking up all the cum I'd deposited on the newly initiated high schooler. Several times, she fed Kelly another mouthful, snowballing with her. On the last time, she didn't drool the cum out from a distance; instead, she took the younger girl by the chin and kissed her, aggressively, pushing the cum from her mouth to Kelly's with her tongue. Each time she made Kelly wait before swallowing it, ensuring that the girl was accustomed to my taste.

I have to admit, it was hot as hell. By the time she was done, Alyssa had Kelly accepting each mouthful with something approaching eagerness. She was still somewhat bewildered, but clearly she didn't mind what was going on—in fact, from the way her hands kept straying between her legs it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

"Now it's your turn—I'm all messy too," Alyssa said. That made Kelly freeze, but not for long. I don't know exactly what she was thinking, but I suspect it was something like in for a penny, in for a pound; by her standards, she'd already broken her vow to remain pure, so she might as well go all out. At least, that's the best explanation I could offer for what Kelly did next. She didn't just lick the cum off Alyssa's face; she devoured it, holding Alyssa's head in her hands and turning her this way and that as her lips and tongue moved across Alyssa's face, eagerly seeking out any little bit of white stuff she could find. And when her mouth was full, she duplicated Alyssa's cum-soaked kiss from earlier, mashing her lips against Alyssa's and swapping the cum and spit back and forth.

When the kiss ended, Kelly went to work gathering up the lines and blobs of cum that decorated Alyssa's chest; these, she collected with her fingers, and saved for herself, scooping the spunk into her mouth and swallowing it down. Alyssa was clearly impressed, and so was I; Kelly had gone from a trembling virgin to an eager cum-swallower in an hour or so. It was quite a transformation.

Of course, she still had that pesky virginity, in all three holes. Alyssa looked at me, her unspoken question clear, and I nodded my approval.

"That was a good start," Alyssa said. "But I hope you realize we're far from done." Kelly stopped licking her fingers and looked at Alyssa, then to me—and then to my cock, which was still proudly erect. Her eyes went wide.

Alyssa spoke up again. "It's time for you to learn how to suck dick."



BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 02



This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has decidedly sacrilegious content, so if you don't like that, look elsewhere.

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"It's time for you to learn how to suck dick." That pronouncement from Alyssa had left Kelly, the (now only mostly) innocent visiting high schooler stunned. No surprise there; not ten minutes ago, the two of them had given me a fantastic four-handed hand job that ended with my load splattered all over both girls, and then Alyssa had introduced Kelly to the concept of snowballing, as the two of them cleaned each other with their mouths and shared the rewards. And now Kelly was confronted with my still-hard pole and a new mission. It had been a big day for her.

Kelly was the classic girl-next-door. Dirty blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, cornflower blue eyes, tan skin with tan lines that spoke of her basic modesty. She was someone to take home to mother. Or at least she had been before my girl Alyssa and I had got hold of her. After luring her into a deserted classroom under false pretenses—we said it was a Bible study—we got her naked, fingered her until she came, and then got her to jack me off, with Alyssa's help.

Like I said, a big day.

But while she'd been seduced into sin, she wasn't completely depraved. Kelly was one of those good little girls who made a promise to stay a virgin until she got married. She had a purity ring and everything. Getting her to give me a handjob was relatively easy. Getting her to let Alyssa eat her out would have been harder, if we'd given her a choice, but we didn't so it went pretty smooth. Now, though, we were getting some pushback.

Thus far, Alyssa had done a fan-fucking-tastic job pushing Kelly's boundaries, and I decided to wait and see if she could keep it going. Alyssa wasn't much like Kelly, physically; she was a dancer and had the build you'd expect of one. Her hair was black, and hung down most of the way to her ass, which was perfectly formed. Seriously—it is the best ass I have ever seen, and I've seen plenty. Watching her dominate the taller and curvier Kelly had been a unique and enjoyable experience, and I was eager to see it continue. She didn't disappoint.

Alyssa stood up and stretched lazily before strolling behind Kelly, who was sitting on the floor. She grabbed the younger girl's hair and yanked it back, forcing Kelly to turn her face up to the ceiling, and then leaned in, standing over Kelly and glaring down at her. "Say, 'Yes, Mistress.'" Yeah, cliché, whatever. It was new to Kelly. 

The high school student stammered, but managed to spit it out. "Y...yes, Mistress."

Then Alyssa knelt, pulling harder on Kelly's hair and forcing her to arch her back—she probably would have fallen, but Alyssa was blocking her from doing that. "Yes what?"

"It's... it's time for me to learn..." She trailed off. Alyssa gave her hair a sharp yank, and Kelly let out a little squeal of pain. She closed her eyes and continued. "It's time for me to learn to suck dick."

Alyssa kept her grip on Kelly's hair, but she eased up on the pressure. "Good girl," she said. "Now come along." Taking Kelly with her, she walked over to where I was sitting in one of those desks where the top folds away from the chair. When they got to me, she sunk back down to her knees and said, "Watch closely."

There were a lot of things I loved about Alyssa. She was smart, funny, undeniably gorgeous, and every bit as kinky and inventive and oversexed as I was. Add to that the fact that she gave masterful head, and it's a wonder that it took me as long as it did to start to see her as more than just another member of my harem. But that's neither here nor there; the point is that her mouth was fucking magical. 

In the interest of pedagogical training, she started out slow. Alyssa stuck out her tongue and gave the underside of my cock on long, lazy lick, from the base to the tip. Then she did it again, covering one side this time, and repeated the process a third time on the other side. She spit on the top and worked that in with her fist, a few quick strokes coating my length in her spit.

Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my fat head. I never grew tired of watching her lips stretch around me. Kelly was watching, wide-eyed, as if she couldn't believe that anyone could take something like my cock in their mouths (at least, without breaking their jaws). Alyssa pushed herself, her lips crawling down my shaft, her tongue working the underside of my cock, until I touched the back of her throat. She stopped there, looking up at me, still moving her tongue, and held it for perhaps ten seconds, while one hand shuttled up and down the rest on my length and the other kneaded and fondled my heavy sack.

Finally, then, she started to bob her head, in time with the motions of her hand. Alyssa could deepthroat—I told you she gave great head—but she didn't go that far yet, not wanting to scare Kelly off. For now, her lips and tongue pleasured my first few inches while her hands took care of the rest. After a minute or two of this action, she stopped, pulling off me, sucking hard as she went so her lips came free with a *pop.* "Now it's your turn," she said to Kelly.

Kelly was very tentative as she took Alyssa's place. Alyssa still held on to the base of my cock, keeping it aimed at the blonde's face. Nervously, Kelly opened her mouth about halfway—and Alyssa just clucked her tongue and said, "That won't be nearly enough. Open as wide as you can." Kelly obeyed, silently, and then moved closer. Alyssa abruptly levered my dick away, and Kelly wound up poking herself in the cheek. 

"Wh... what?" Kelly sputtered.

Alyssa shook her head and thwapped Kelly on the cheek with my cock—the first time I was ever involved in a cockslap-by-proxy, I think. "Don't you remember? You don't just try to swallow it all in one go. Build up to it. Get him excited."

With Alyssa holding me, Kelly stuck out her tongue, and Alyssa rested my cock on her tongue. Kelly started to lick me. I noticed right away a difference in the two girls' styles. Alyssa knew what she was doing; even with something simple like this, she made it more exciting, maintaining eye contact, flattening out her tongue, and generally doing her best to make things stimulating. Kelly, in contrast, acted like she was licking an ice cream cone. Nervous little flicks of her tongue, in the same spot over and over. It wasn't impressive. But hey, no one is an expert their first time out, and her innocence and eagerness made up for a lot of the skill gap.

Alyssa knelt down beside her. "No, no, honey, that's not right. Watch me again." And then she put on another little demo, showing how she'd drag her tongue over the veiny surface of my cock, covering plenty of territory in each lick. Kelly watched attentively, and when Alyssa was done with her demonstration she took over again, mimicking Alyssa's methods with a good deal more success. "Good!" Alyssa exclaimed. As Kelly started lapping her way up one side of my shaft, Alyssa did the same on the other side, and I had to bite back a groan at the feeling of their two tongues slowly and steadily making their way up my length. 

They met at the end of my shaft, and when they did Alyssa pulled Kelly to her in a passionate kiss. It caught the blonde off guard—probably her first time kissing another woman, too—but she didn't resist. It wasn't a long kiss, and Alyssa was running the show, clearly the dominant partner. "Men love to watch bi sluts like you make out with other women," she said by way of explanation once the kiss ended. Kelly didn't seem to be contesting her being ID'ed as a bi slut anymore, or perhaps everything was just happening too fast for her to process. Whatever it was, Kelly just nodded and then turned her attention back to me.

After one more lick she opened wide, mimicking Alyssa's performance earlier, and took the fat head of my prick into her mouth. She didn't get very far before stopping, probably unused to having so much in her mouth at once. Her eyes darted over to Alyssa, who was still kneeling beside her, and she gave her instructor a questioning look.

"Don't look at me," Alyssa said. "Keep your eyes on him. You need to look at him like he's the most important thing in the world." Kelly did her best, looking up at me with wide eyes. Alyssa continued. "Now bob your head and suck. Don't forget about your tongue; it should always be moving. And watch the teeth." It took Kelly a minute to get everything coordinated, but soon she was giving a very credible blowjob—at least for her first time. She wasn't taking me particularly deep, but it was pleasant nonetheless.

Alyssa took Kelly's hands and brought them up to my groin, resting one hand on my balls and the other midway down my spit-slick shaft. "You're not going to be able to take him all the way in with your mouth at first, so you need to do other things to keep your man happy," Alyssa explained. A bit more prompting got Kelly to start stroking me, with long strokes and a little twist of the wrist that had me feeling very good very quickly.

"Oooh, you're a natural!" Alyssa squealed excitedly, knee-walking around behind Kelly and pulling her hair back from her face. "What do you think, David, does she deserve a reward for being such a good little cocksucker?" 

"Damn straight she does," I replied. My eyes had been mainly on Kelly, but now I directed my gaze to Alyssa. I gave her a smoldering look and added, "And so does her teacher." 

Alyssa shivered at that and said nothing, but her other hand disappeared between Kelly's legs from behind. Her mouth was stuffed with my cock, but I still heard Kelly's high-pitched moan when Alyssa's fingers found her dripping cunt. "God, you're tight," Alyssa said. "It's going to take some work to get his big thing in you." Kelly started bobbing her head faster, beginning to lose herself in sensation, as Alyssa kept talking. "He's going to stretch this little pussy out so good. I know my finger is making you feel wonderful—I can feel you juicing up for me. If one little finger does this, imagine what his fat pole will do to you."

Kelly's eyes closed and her sucking faltered; her hands were still moving, and her tongue was twitching, but her head went still. Alyssa kept going. I could see her shoulder moving rhythmically and her expert fingers worked their magic on the girl. "He'll get so much deeper than my tiny little fingers. And he's so much thicker. Your cunt is going to have to be reshaped to fit him. I know what that's like. He did it to me and my roommate one night." Kelly pulled herself off me then—her hands didn't stop, but she hung her head as Alyssa's digital stimulation overwhelmed her.

"He fucked us so good. Made us both his little sluts. Don't you want that?" Kelly made a noise, something between a sob and an ecstatic moan. "Answer your Mistress," she said, the words coming out in a hiss. "Do you want to be David's little slut? One of his fuck pets?" Kelly's hips were rolling now, and her breath was ragged. Still, she didn't answer. Then Alyssa must have brushed her thumb past Kelly's clit or something like that, because all of the sudden Kelly had this whole-body spasm that drove out all her breath in one tremendous expulsion.

Kelly took a deep breath, and screamed out one word, one I wouldn't have expected from her: "FUCK!" Alyssa seemed shocked as well, but didn't stop working the younger girl over with her skilled hands. "Not an answer, pet," she said. "Tell us how much you want to be one of his girls."

Kelly looked back at Alyssa, and with her lips trembling she said, "Yes." 

"Yes what?" Alyssa replied. I'd seen Alyssa do something like this before, when we played with her roommate—she liked to keep someone right on the edge of orgasm until they gave her what she wanted. She even did it with me on occasion, and I have to admit I could see the appeal. But it was much better watching her do it to someone else. Kelly was shaking like a leaf, desperate for relief, and almost completely unequipped to deal with the sensations coursing through her. But she knew what she needed to say to get what she craved.

"Yes, Mistress, I want to be one of his fuck pets!" she shrieked.

"Good girl!" Alyssa said, and then she pushed Kelly over the edge. I don't know exactly what she did, but I'm pretty sure it involved using her fingers Kelly's ultra-sensitive clit and on her g-spot as well, a devastatingly effective combination for many women but even more powerful against someone who'd never had any real expert stimulation before. Kelly almost fell, her grip on my shaft tightening almost painfully—luckily she had let go of my balls some minutes ago, or I'd probably have been screaming with her—and she let out a wordless scream that was almost deafening in the small room.

And Alyssa didn't stop. Her skilled fingers kept going; I could see her shoulder move as she put Kelly through the wringer, no doubt using all her tricks to make the visiting high school student cum her brains out. And Alyssa succeeded, too; Kelly let go of my cock and put both hands on the floor, her arms shaking, and then slowly slid down until her cheek was on the floor and her ass in the air, gyrating in tight little circles. It looked like she was almost trying to get away from Alyssa, but not really trying, if that makes sense. 

She screamed again as Alyssa expertly drove her to another climax, and then after a few seconds and a deep inhalation she let out a third ear-splitting scream. Alyssa looked up at me and smiled. "She's a loud one, isn't she?" she asked, mostly rhetorically. Once the third scream ended Kelly started trying desperately to get herself back under control, but with Alyssa still diligently working away inside her Kelly's efforts proved fruitless. She started to hyperventilate and beat on the floor with her fists; she tried to pull away, but Alyssa didn't let her escape—and in any case there was nowhere to go. Kelly's hand found my foot and she latched on, clinging to my leg and almost sobbing as another climax overtook her.

Finally Alyssa relented and let Kelly get herself together. Alyssa pulled her hand out from between Kelly's legs and held it up. It glistened with Kelly's juices, clear to the wrist. I don't know exactly how many times Kelly came, but it was more than enough. She was still trying weakly to push herself back up when Alyssa grabbed her hair with her clean (or at least cleaner) hand and pulled her back up onto her heels. 

Kelly's mouth hung open. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had just managed to start breathing steadily again, big deep breaths that made her chest rise and fall in a way I found fascinating. Without a word, Alyssa jammed her fingers into Kelly's mouth, making her lick off her juices. Kelly reacted on instant, and as soon as Alyssa's fingers had made it past her lips her mouth closed over them. She started to suckle on my girl's digits. If she didn't like the taste of her cunt-honey it didn't show on her face at all. Alyssa made her clean off each finger individually, and then had her lick the palm clean and the back of the hand too. Once her hand was spotless, Alyssa gave Kelly a deep kiss—and Alyssa was definitely the one taking the lead; Alyssa had one hand tangled up in Kelly's hair, and the other on one of her breasts as Alyssa's tongue forced its way into Kelly's mouth.

When the kiss ended Alyssa quickly and unceremoniously yanked Kelly back over to me before giving her more instructions. "If you want to be a good little pet for him, you'll have to prove you're worth his time. Suck him more. Make him cum and swallow up every drop." 

"Yes, Mistress," came Kelly's reply, and then she opened wide and engulfed the head of my prick—which, by now, was almost aching. I was unaccustomed to going so long without getting involved. Watching Alyssa dominate this young innocent girl was too good, though, too good to ruin. Kelly managed to get me a bit deeper this time, and she started bobbing her head, mimicking what she'd seen Alyssa doing earlier. Her hands came up and she gripped my shaft, down near the base, and as her spit starting running out past the tight seal made by her lips she started to stroke me in time with the up-and-down motions of her head.

Alyssa knelt beside her and held back Kelly's dirty blonde hair. "How is she, Sir?" she asked. "Does she suck your dick like a good little slut?"

"She needs more practice," I answered. "But she's trying so hard, and she has a talented tongue." That was true—even with my fat cockhead in her mouth, pressing her tongue down, she still was doing her best with it, curling it around, pressing it against that sensitive spot just under the head. I don't think she knew she was doing it, but she'd watched Alyssa earlier with extreme care, and now whenever she did something impressive I involuntarily rewarded her with a stream of precum. She was like an animal being trained; the precum that leaked into her mouth told her she was doing a good job, and so she did it again and again, each time getting me closer and closer to climax.

With a wry little smile, Alyssa decided to help Kelly out. She ducked underneath Kelly and took one of my balls into her mouth, rolling the heavy, cum-filled orb around on her tongue and emitting pleased little moans as she did. Kelly, for her part, shortened her strokes slightly to make things easier for Alyssa and to avoid bopping her in the head. And I just looked down on the pair of them as they serviced me. Kelly's blonde head was bobbing and she looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, desperately eager to please. Just beside and below her was Alyssa, whose vibrant green eyes revealed her confidence in her abilities and her sex appeal.

I reached down and put one hand on each girls' head, holding them in place and pushing them both just a bit closer—to each other and to me. Kelly coughed as my cock head punched against the back of her throat but she recovered gracefully, her steady sucking only interrupted for the briefest of moments. Alyssa just smiled as best she could (given that her lips were wrapped tight around my balls) and moaned, the vibrations coming up through my sack and making me shiver. 

Before long, the feeling of two sets of lips and tongues on me proved too much. I gave the girls a warning—mostly for Kelly's benefit, since her innocence and the fact that my cock was in her mouth made her the main recipient of my cum. The warning might not have been clear to her, though—I would have thought that yelling "FUCK!" was enough, but the naïve girl just looked up at me quizzically and was thus quite shocked when the first bolt of cum rocketed from me cock and smacked against the back of her throat.

Quick as lightning, Alyssa snaked out from her position and got behind Kelly just as she pulled away, letting my next shot splash against her face. Alyssa roughly shoved Kelly back down on my spurting shaft. "Keep sucking!" she ordered, holding Kelly in place as more cum spilled from me directly into her mouth. I felt her swallow once, twice, before the flow overwhelmed her. She coughed and the backed-up cum sprayed out past her lips. "Bad girl!" Alyssa shouted, pushing down harder as Kelly struggled to catch up and not to gag again.

Miraculously, she succeeded, finding her rhythm and swallowing regularly as my cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. She drank down almost everything I had to give her, leaving only the single stream that had landed on her face—closing one eye in a coquettish wink—and the remnants that had spilled out after her early troubles. 

Alyssa knew me very well, and she could tell when I'd stopped cumming (I asked her about it once, and apparently I always let out a bit of a sigh when I've just cum; I never noticed it, myself, but then I'm generally distracted when that's happening). When the moment came, Alyssa yanked Kelly up almost immediately and took her place, eager to lavish attention on me, something I always appreciated in those moments just after a good cum when everything's still all tingly. Kelly used her fingers to scoop the cum off her face—and right into her mouth, I noted approvingly—and watched attentively as Alyssa's almost worshipful display kept me stiff and ready for round three.




BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 02



That seemed to surprise Kelly. Some of her nervousness was still apparent in the way her voice quavered when she asked, "How is he still so hard? I thought boys needed a break after they... you know." I couldn't help but smile; the young thing in front of me had just given her first blowjob and drank down the cum, but she still wouldn't talk about it. 

Alyssa fielded the question for me. She gave me a nice hard suck as she pulled her head up, and once I had popped out of her mouth she said, "Boys usually do need a break. But David's not a boy." He lips wrapped around me again and she once again starting bobbing her head, looking up at me, her green eyes sparkling with some of Alyssa's innate naughtiness. 

Kelly started looking around for her clothes then, which had wound up scattered around the room. The first thing she found were her panties, and she picked them up and stood. That's when I stepped in—it was great having Alyssa on my side, but Kelly needed to learn that she was accountable to me as well. And besides, I wasn't going to let this innocent girl go without fucking her. Blowjobs were all well and good, but I wanted some nice, tight pussy, and there was some fresh new pussy available.

I tugged on Alyssa's hair and she obediently let me guide her up and off my cock. Then I stood and took two steps, bringing me very near to Kelly. She cringed a bit and moved to cover herself, folding one hand across her chest and concealing her cunt with the other. 

That, I thought, was unacceptable. 

So I reached out and grabbed her by the throat. I didn't squeeze; it wasn't necessary, yet. I just held her in place and forced her to look up at me. "Put your hands behind your back," I ordered, and Kelly was quick to obey. I moved closer still, close enough for my stiff cock to poke her in the belly, making her flinch, and delivered my next order. "Don't move from this spot or speak until I give you permission." Kelly opened her mouth to reply, but a glare from me caught her short and instead she just nodded. I was pleased with her performance and I said so as I let go of her neck and stepped back. "Good girl." 

Alyssa came up beside me and leaned against me, pressing herself to my side and looking Kelly up and down. "She's so pretty," Alyssa murmured. "Are you going to fuck her?" That made Kelly's eyes go wide, as if she'd never considered the possibility despite everything that had happened.

I hemmed and hawed for a moment before answering. "I want to fuck her," I said. "But not unless she begs." I reached out one hand idly and gave one of her eraser-tip nipples a pinch. Kelly let out a whimper but didn't move or say anything, so I moved my hand lower, between her legs, cupping her cunt possessively and grinding the heel of my hand against her mound. She started to rub against me, a needy look coming over her as she sought pleasure from my touch, but still she said nothing as I had ordered.

My hand stayed where it was, and Kelly's hips started moving more quickly, until I withdrew it suddenly and left her gyrating, trying to grind against the air. Alyssa laughed briefly and said, "Look at her. She wants to get fucked." 

"She does. I don't know if she knows it, though. So we're going to show her what that means." That made Alyssa's face light up. I addressed Kelly one more time: "Here's the deal, you little bi slut—I'm going to show you what a good fuck is like. I want you to watch Alyssa here and see how much she enjoys letting me defile her. When I tell you that you can speak, you'll have a chance to beg for it. If you want to have the same experience she's going to have, then the first words out of your mouth will be 'Please, Sir, fuck my virgin cunt.' I want you to say it now. Get used to how it sounds."

Kelly's lip was quivering. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something—help, perhaps, or some reminder of why she shouldn't submit to me. But she didn't find anything, and after a moment of silence she said, quietly, "Please, Sir, f... fuck my virgin c...cunt."

I smiled. "Again. Louder."

"Please, Sir, fuck my virgin cunt."

"One more time. Scream it."

"PLEASE SIR FUCK MY VIRGIN CUNT!" 

I was glad we were in a mostly-soundproofed room. "Very good. Now be quiet until I give you permission. Watch us and remember what you're supposed to say—because I promise you'll want it once you see what getting fucked is like." I took one more step back and pulled Alyssa in front of me. 

Without instruction from me, the raven-haired dancer bent over, her hands going to Kelly's shoulders for support. Alyssa looked Kelly right in the eye and said, "Please, Sir, destroy my fucking pussy."

I lined myself up and fucked my whole length into her in one stroke, making Alyssa scream out some profane gibberish. Hey, she said she wanted to get destroyed. I watched Kelly, whose eyes were on Alyssa as I started to use her like a living sex toy.

My hands were on Alyssa's hips, holding her in place. I hammered home, driving myself deep inside her—I knew, from past experience, that when she was turned on there was no need to be gentle with Alyssa. She could take it. This time was no exception; my thrusts drove her up on her toes and made her brace herself against Kelly. Our bodies met, again and again, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh an animalistic cadence that filled the room. 

In less than a minute I felt Alyssa's viselike, velvety cunt convulsing around me. She let out a long moan and started pouring on the dirty talk. "Oh, god, Kelly... he's fucking me so good! I'm going to cum all over his godly cock. He's hitting everything on every stroke!" The younger girl flushed as Alyssa kept up the play-by-play. "Watch me... watch my face... look what he's doing to me." Kelly was transfixed. And as Alyssa's cunt squeezed me like a fist she closed her eyes, her mouth falling open, her breath quickening, her white-knuckled fingers digging into Kelly's shoulders. "Fuck... fuck... fuck... cumming!" she screamed, announcing it to the world. 

I fucked her through her orgasm and moments later my efforts led to a second climax. Hot on the heels of that one came a third. Kelly was amazed, watching Alyssa's face contort as the waves of ecstasy crashed and rolled over her. Alyssa wasn't able to keep talking for long once she'd started cumming, so I picked up the slack. "You dirty little slut," I said, talking to Kelly, "you like watching me fuck her like this? You want to be in her place? Standing in a classroom with a thick cock lodged in your cunt?" I saw her nod—unconsciously, I think—and I kept going, pounding Alyssa and spewing filth for Kelly. "Do you think you're as good a slut as her? Think you're worth fucking? Is your cunt as tight and wet and hot as hers?" 

Alyssa managed to get enough control of herself by now to join in again. "I bet it's not. You know I exercise mine for you so it's always the tightest one." It was true—Alyssa prided herself on it, in fact. "And she doesn't know how to milk your prick with hers, like I do." That's when Alyssa pulled Kelly closed, mashing their breasts together, Kelly's perky young C-cups pressing tight against Alyssa's smaller breasts. Alyssa had her face by Kelly's ear, and in a stage whisper she said, "Look at how he's splitting me open. See how long and thick he is? You'll never find another man like this." 

Her voice started to break as another climax crept up on her, but she held it together long enough to finish her thought. "When he tells you to talk, you better fucking beg. You better beg or you'll never get fucked for real. You'll never... you'll never... FUCK!" Her climax ripped through her. I felt a gush of juices run down my length, to my balls, some even soaking my thighs. Alyssa dug her fingers into Kelly's shoulders, her nails leaving crescent-shaped impressions in the younger girl's skin. "You're my God! You're my God!" Alyssa shrieked in Kelly's ear, making her wince.

And with that I pulled out and let go of Alyssa's hips. She sunk down to her knees, slumping against Kelly, her face only inches from Kelly's cunt. Alyssa was panting, and I gripped my iron-hard cock and angled it up, aiming it right at Kelly's face. The veins stood out on its surface, and Alyssa's juices literally dripped from the tip. "You know what I'm going to ask you, little slut," I said to Kelly. "And you know what your answer is."

For a heartbeat, Kelly said nothing, just looked down at the angry erect penis that confronted her. But then she answered my unspoken question, saying exactly what I expected. In a loud, clear voice, she said, "Please, Sir, fuck my virgin cunt." There was something in her voice that hadn't been there before. 

It was sexy as hell.

Kelly was looking me in the eye as she spoke, but I could still see the meekness in her despite her efforts to bury it. It struck me that she was trying to mimic Alyssa, to duplicate her sexy confidence, and she was doing a passable job of it. With Alyssa, there was a bit of a feedback loop that hadn't yet gotten started inside Kelly; Alyssa knew she was sexy, and that gave her confidence and let her put herself out there. And that, in turn, made her sexier. For Kelly, things were different, but I had high hopes. 

Of course, she'd need to learn quite a bit more before she could manage to pull off the vamp/sexpot thing that Alyssa had going on. For now, though, her innocence had an appeal all its own. Alyssa and I had already done quite a bit to tarnish her, but we were far from done. I took Alyssa by her long dark hair and pulled her away from Kelly as I stepped closer. "Hold out your hands," I ordered. Kelly obeyed, and I took her right hand—the one with the gold purity ring on her ring finger—in mine. 

I pointed to the ring and said, "This ring symbolizes your promise to stay pure until marriage. If you really want me to fuck you, to open your virgin cunt up and make you cum like Alyssa just did, you'll have to break that promise." Kelly just nodded, her mask of confidence starting to slip as trepidation crept into her eyes. "Here's what you need to do: take that ring off and give it to me. It's going to be one of my trophies."

This, more than anything, was the crucial moment. I let go of her hand, and she looked away, down at her ring, before closing her eyes and covering it with her other hand. She stayed there, frozen, one hand folded in another. It was a lovely tableau; this gorgeous, eighteen-year-old nymph was standing before me, completely naked, her stiff little nipples and the trickle of her juices running down her thigh giving clear evidence of her arousal as she contemplated throwing away her most cherished principles for a good fuck. 

Her hand trembled slightly as she made her decision. Slowly, Kelly slid the ring off, easing it over her knuckle. I held out my hand, palm up, and she dropped the gold band in it without a word. I closed my fingers over it, feeling the weight of it in my palm. The ring still carried some of her warmth. Alyssa stood up on shaky legs and said, "You made the right choice." Kelly seemed less than convinced.

I held onto the ring and closed with Kelly, making her step back until she ran into the bigger teacher's desk at the head of the classroom. "Lay back," I instructed her. "It's only right that you get to look me in the eyes during your first fuck." Kelly pushed herself up on the desk and sat there, until I gently put my hand on her shoulder and guided her down. My next instruction was for her to spread her legs, and she did, winding up with her feet waving in the air. Finally I had her reach up, back over her head and grab the edge of the desk. In this position, her back arched up off the desk just a bit, making her lovely young breasts stand out that much more "Don't let go," I said, not wanting to lose my view.

Once Kelly was in position, I lowered my head between her outstretched legs. I think she was expecting me to fuck her like I had Alyssa, because she had a perplexed look on her face when she craned her head up to watch what I was doing. I was going to fuck her just as hard as I had Alyssa, but not right away—I'm a bit of a sadist, to be sure, and I can be an asshole, but I want my partners to enjoy themselves. And if I just shoved my cock into Kelly's cunt she'd scream bloody murder, and not in a good way. 

Besides, I wanted her to get a bit more experience with foreplay—and I wanted to get a taste of that unused pussy before deflowering it. I looked up at Kelly as best I could as my lips touched hers and my tongue flickered out, just barely grazing her clit. Even that fleeting moment of contact made her breath catch in her throat and her lips to part just so. 

Alyssa circled around and knelt by the other end of the desk, near Kelly's head. She clasped her hands around the high school girl's, holding them in place. Then she and I went to work with our mouths—in my case by feasting on Kelly's virgin pussy, and in her case by letting flow with more obscenity designed to break down the last vestiges of Kelly's resistance.

"I never get tired of watching this," Alyssa said. "His tongue is almost as good as his dick, and he loves to make girls squirm using both." As Alyssa spoke I did my best to live up to the hype, focusing on Kelly's hypersensitive little bud, running my tongue the length of her slit before battering her button with quick licks. That made Kelly's hips start to move, rocking just a bit, getting more and more pronounced with every passing moment.

Alyssa kept talking to her charge. "I wish I could be in your place and have David take my virginity. It seems wrong now that anyone else has ever been inside me. You're such a lucky little slut to get your first fuck from him." That's all I heard clearly, because that's when Kelly's legs came together around my head. She crossed her legs at the ankles and squeezed her thighs tight around me, trapping me—and more to the point, trapping my tongue where it was, namely buried in her delicious little cunny.

Not that I was upset. I was exactly where I wanted to be. I gave her my best efforts. My tongue probed her, exploring, finding those spots that made her squirm when they were touched. It was something that never failed to excite me, the process of learning about a new toy. Every woman is different—and while there are some tricks and techniques that are old standbys, they're not magic, and they need to be adapted to each new partner. And that was something I loved doing, carrying out that process of discovery.

For Kelly, it seemed like everything worked. Her only experiences came from her fumbling explorations of her body, and her religion and her culture had taught her that it was wrong for her to seek the pleasures of her flesh and made her feel guilt and shame when she did. That meant that she wasn't used to the sorts of sensations that Alyssa and I kept subjecting her to. Everything was new to her, and the constant barrage of novel kinds of euphoria was breaking through all those ridiculous outmoded rules.

Or maybe she was just cumming like an animal while I ate her out and Alyssa kept whispering terribly naughty things to her. Either way, it was a lot of fun for all of us.

But the fun had to end. I wanted her wet and ready, turned on, but I also wanted her conscious and not over-stimulated. So I ate her out, my tongue doing its work, until she came once, twice, maybe three times, in rapid succession. And then I pried her legs apart and stood up straight while she writhed on the desktop, her arms held over her head and her legs spread wide. 

Kelly's eyes were closed, her hair damp with sweat and sticking to her forehead. I didn't want to give her time to recover, or to think too much about what was going on. Alyssa was looking at me, an evil little smile on her face. I flashed her one of my own and nodded toward Kelly. Alyssa took my meaning. "Open your eyes, little one," she said. "Look at him. Look at him when he pops your cherry."

When she opened them, her eyes were shining. That sight sent a charge through me—and yes, I know that makes me a terrible person in many different ways. But in the moment it was just exciting. I lined myself up with her dripping slit and eased the head into her. Kelly gasped as she felt her first ever genuine penetration, at least by anything bigger than a brush handle. 

"Doesn't it feel good?" Alyssa asked. "It hurts a bit, I know, but that's what makes it so good. He reshapes women, makes them take him in, molds them to fit. It's so amazing." While she was talking I was slowly introducing Kelly to my shaft, gradually feeding more of my length into her and taking care not to hurt her. Taking it slow wasn't something I did often, but it was worth it. Kelly's pussy was among the tightest I'd ever felt, and all that foreplay had left her downright drenched. She was so aroused I might have been able to get my hand up in her—not that I wanted to; stretching her out with my weapon was more my speed. 

Thankfully, it seemed that Kelly had already broken her hymen, or maybe she never had one to begin with, because I didn't find any resistance as I entered her, going deeper and deeper, filling her up bit by bit. By the time I got about three inches in her, she was breathing hard, and her cunt was rippling around me. By the time I was six inches in, she was biting her lip, and her face and chest were flushed.

Through it all Alyssa kept talking to Kelly, telling her what a lucky girl she was, how she should be thanking me for fucking her, that she was going to make such a good little fuck-slave for me. Her wicked words were having an effect on Kelly, and on me as well. I think Alyssa wanted to see me go wild on the once-virginal teen, wanted me to tear her apart and leave her fucked senseless. That's what I wanted as well, but we had all night and there was plenty of time for that later. But I did have to struggle to contain myself, slowly working each inch into her, taking my time. I was thrusting, but gently, each thrust pushing a fraction of an inch further into her cunt while that tight, gripping hole tried to squeeze the life out of me.

I made it about three quarters of the way in before Kelly spoke up. "So much..." she whispered. I don't know if she realized she had said it. But I caught it, and so did Alyssa, who prompted her to speak up. "It's so much!" Kelly said again, more clearly this time. "I didn't know! I didn't know!

"What didn't you know?" Alyssa asked.

"How good this is!" Kelly cried in response, her back arching off the desk. I felt her spasm around me as she had her first climax from being penetrated. Not all women could manage it—but Kelly could, and from the looks of it it was intense. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body locked up, and her legs wrapped around my hips and squeezed, like she was trying to crush me between her thighs. And I wasn't even in all the way yet.

I figured it was a good a time as any to show her just how much she could take. So while she was laying there, rigid and trembling, I took the opportunity to bury the rest of my cock in her. And that sent her off again as the tip kissed the entrance to her womb and the thick shaft pressed and rubbed against her g-spot. Her mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, but no sound came out except a thin, high-pitched noise, something between a squeal and a whine.

Now that I'd gotten every last inch inside her, I let Kelly come down from her orgasmic high before I started to fuck her for real. Alyssa stroked her hair and cooed gently in her ear about how Kelly was a good girl, cumming for me like that, and just generally saying all the things that made my cock throb. 

In less than a minute Kelly relaxed, all the tension flowing out of her as her eyes focused on me. I gave her a victorious smile and then pulled away from her, sliding about half my length out of her, and I swear she was so tight it was like trying to escape quicksand. She just sucked me back inside her—and I was happy to let her. Slowly (at least at first) I eased back into her, then out, then in, letting her feel the slow thrusts and get acclimated to the sensation.




BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 02



I gradually built up speed and lengthened my strokes. My cock was thoroughly coated in her juices and other slick fluids from all the other activities that had filled the evening, which made things easier. But the truth is I probably wouldn't have been able to fuck her if Kelly weren't somewhere beyond mere arousal, floating in some Platonic realm of pure stimulus. And even so, her cunt was still one of the tightest things I've ever fucked. I swear I could feel every minute variation in the texture of her as I filled her. 

And she made the most delicious little noises as she started to get into it. Kelly had been overwhelmed, for the most part, by all the things Alyssa and I had done to her. But her first fuck went on long enough for her to get a sense of what was happening, to get used to being fucked and filled, and that meant she could genuinely recognize what was going on. And that meant her brain was getting involved—and it's true what they say; the brain is the biggest erogenous zone. Once she was really present, instead of half-gone with pleasure, that's when I started to fuck her for real.

Alyssa whispered something to Kelly as I plowed her. I didn't catch it, but it made the younger girl look at me hungrily. "Do you like fucking me?" she asked, as Alyssa kept talking to her quietly. I knew my girl was feeding Kelly lines, but my God it was working for me. "Your dick is so big. You're going to ruin me. Does that make you feel guilty?" Fuck—my cock surged. "You're wrecking my little pussy. You're destroying it." Alyssa was looking up at me as she kept instructing Kelly, a wicked gleam in her eye as I fucked into her harder and faster, spurred on by what I was hearing.

And Kelly was getting into it as well. "Please don't break me, mister," she said in a breathy voice, prompted by Alyssa. "Please. My boyfriend back home never got to feel my pussy and now it'll be ruined for him. Please pull out before it's too late." But even as she spoke she dug her heels into my back, drawing me in, putting the lie to her words.

I leaned in and sought out of her breasts with my mouth. My lips closed around one of her stiff little nipples and I gave it a small suck before letting go and doing the same to its twin. That made her moan, breaking up the flow of filth spilling past her lips—but not for long. Alyssa whispered something else to her and Kelly piped back up. "Do you like my titties, mister? I see boys looking at them. They all want to touch them and kiss them." Her words were interrupted by gasps and small, quiet whimpers as my cock stretched her out and opened her up.

Alyssa gave Kelly one last instruction and then stopped acting as the devil on her shoulder. She rose, letting go of her wrists. Kelly kept her hands outstretched overhead and her back arched while Alyssa circled the desk, coming to stand by my side and giving my ass a playful squeeze. Her hand moved down to cradle my balls. I hadn't cum when I fucked Alyssa earlier, and Kelly's impossibly tight hole was getting me ever-closed to the inevitable. Alyssa noted this instantly, as soon as my swollen sack came to rest in her palm. "Are you going to cum in her, mister?" she asked, pitching her voice higher than her normal contralto. "You popped her cherry—are you going to fill her up too? Your balls are so full and heavy."

That got a bit of a reaction from Kelly. Her hands went to my shoulders and she pushed against me. I yielded a bit, letting her perky teenage tit fall from my mouth. She looked at me, a bit scared, but whatever Alyssa told her before she came over to my side was still in effect. Kelly's lower lip trembled and her voice quavered as she said, "Cum in me, mister. Make me your fuck pet. Please."

Oh, god—that did it. I don't know how long my climax lasted. I just know that I came so hard I thought my heart was going to explode. Kelly's cunt wrapped around me and squeezed, like a snake trying to crush its prey. She was cumming too, her walls contracting arrhythmically. Each time she spasmed it drew out my climax, and each time I fired off another spurt it seemed to set her off anew. My hips were pumping, long and deep strokes, fucking my load deep into her. And through it all Alyssa maintained her light touch, her soft hand on my balls, almost imperceptibly massaging them to heighten my pleasure.

As Kelly and I both came down, Alyssa (still using her little-girl-voice) said, "Don't pull out yet, mister. You'll make a mess." If I hadn't still been recovering from my mind-blowing climax I would have laughed; the room was already a mess. The desks were scattered, our clothes had been thrown around haphazardly, and there were streaks and puddles of cum and cunt juice all over the place from everything we'd done. But that wasn't really what Alyssa wanted—she just wanted to get her mouth back on Kelly's pussy now that I'd added my own flavor to it.

She knelt behind me, turning and craning her neck a bit so she could get underneath me. She puckered her lips and planted a kiss on one of my balls, and then the other. I started to pull out, slowly and more than a little reluctantly, and I felt her tongue on my shaft as it left Kelly's cunt. I didn't hear it, but I felt the vibrations as she moaned once the mixed flavors hit her taste buds.

Kelly was looking up at me with adoration in her eyes. Maybe it was an outgrowth of her belief that she'd give her virginity to the man she loved; since I took it, I must be that man. Or maybe it was just that she'd spent an hour or two being teased and tormented and made to cum over and over. Whatever it was, she was looking up at me like I was the only man in the world for her—which was just fine with me. In any case I was pretty sure Alyssa and I had convinced her to come here in the fall instead of whatever other colleges she might have been considering.

Seeing her looking at me all starry-eyed was enough to make me want to reward her a bit. I leaned in, and she looked away, shyly. So I turned her face back to mine and kissed her, deeply, slowly, but gently, wanting her to see that her newfound devotion was not misplaced. I think it worked; she practically melted into the kiss, letting me take the lead and doing her best to go along with what I was doing. She was a surprisingly good kisser; her lips were soft, and she was yielding without being passive. All the while, Alyssa was beneath me, eagerly licking Kelly and I where we were joined.

When the kiss ended, Kelly dropped back onto the desk, her eyes closed, looking content, as if there was nothing else in the world she wanted. I eased out of her, moving slowly so Alyssa wasn't overwhelmed in her self-assigned cleanup duty. As soon as the last bit of cock left Kelly's grasping cunt, Alyssa was there, locking her lips over her freshly de-virginized hole and doing her level best to get at the large load of cum I'd left there. Kelly didn't open her eyes, but her expression changed a bit—her brow furrowed and she started to pout—and she exhaled, slowly, through her nose. Within a few moments her legs closed slowly around Alyssa's head and she started to grind against the older girl.

Alyssa was making muffled, but pleased, noises as her questing tongue sought out the cum I'd deposited in Kelly. I stepped back and let her work, enjoying the relative peace. I wasn't done with Kelly, not by a long shot, and I'm sure Alyssa wasn't either. At the very least, we had to teach Kelly to eat pussy, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to take her anal virginity as well. But it was probably not a good idea to do that in the classroom. The rooms in this building were almost soundproof, and the building was probably empty, but all it would take is one campus security guard or wandering student to come by and there would be plenty of embarrassment to go around. 

But that said, watching Alyssa enjoying the cum and cunt juice cocktail from between Kelly's legs had me wanting one more good cum before we left.

I pried Kelly's legs apart so Alyssa could hear when I told her what was going on. "We're going back to your room, Alyssa," I explained. "We need to give our new slut a crash course in fucking like a porn star—and maybe we can bring out the toy box."

Alyssa stopped sucking the cum out of Kelly's cunt at that. "Ooooh," she said, "can we use the wand?" She didn't wait for my answer, but instead went right back between the former virgin's legs. Kelly seemed a bit confused again, not sure what we were discussing.

"Of course, love," I said. "But we're not leaving just yet. Get up on the desk. I'm going to fuck both of you at once." Alyssa knew what I meant—I'd done it with her and her roommate before. But Kelly was completely at sea. 

"Wh... what?" she asked. "How can you do that?" Alyssa shushed her with a finger on her lips and crawled up on the desk, swaying her ass from side to side. She kept her mouth shut tight as she settled into position, her legs on either side of Kelly's hips, her own hips dropping down into position until their pussies were almost touching, Kelly's teenage tits pressed firmly against Alyssa's own. 

And that's when she darted in and gave Kelly a messy, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss—messy and sloppy because she'd kept a mouthful of cum and passed it to Kelly unexpectedly. Some spilled out from between their lips, and Alyssa was quick to lick it up and spit it into Kelly's open mouth. "Don't swallow, pet," she said. "Give it back." Alyssa opened her mouth wide and Kelly gave it her best shot, spitting the cum and saliva back up at Alyssa. Some hit the mark, but some fell back. Alyssa used her fingers to shovel the stringy mess into Kelly's mouth, and Kelly made another attempt. They passed the cum back and forth like this while I watched, staring into each other's eyes and getting increasingly messy.

After watching their nasty cum play for a while I stepped into position. I lined my cock up, aiming not for any of their holes but for the space between them and sliding between. Alyssa dropped her hips lower, pushing her weight down on me and trapping my shaft between their sopping cunts. My cock was sandwiched between them, Kelly's cunt lips on the underside and Alyssa's on the top. Alyssa ground her button against me, sliding back and forth, and her weight pushed my cock against Kelly's clit as well. 

I started slow, thrusting in between the two girls and letting my heavy, veiny cock run across both of their slits. Within a few moments, though, I was fucking them forcefully. "Look down," Alyssa whispered to Kelly. "Watch him fuck up both. Watch how his cock gets all shiny when from our juices glazing it." She shuddered, and I felt her quivering against my cock—and so did Kelly. In fact, every time one of them pressed herself harder against me it meant I wound up pressed harder against the other one, too, a vicious cycle that left both girls on the verge of cumming in mere minutes.

It was amazing for me as well. The gap between Alyssa and Kelly was warm and wet; my cock was trapped between their flat firm stomachs, and their copious cunt-honey made the whole passage slippery. I always loved making women feel good, as well, and pleasuring two at once—well, I won't lie. It made me feel like a stud, a genuine alpha male. The girls were making out; the cum they had shared was gone, either swallowed or spilled onto their faces and the desk below, but they didn't care. Whenever their lips parted one or the other would take the opportunity to speak. 

"Fuck us, mister."

"Make us cum."

"Please."

"Please fuck our wet pussies until they explode."

"Mister, my cunny feels so good. Your cock is so hard against it."

"Do you want to cum on us, mister? We'll get so messy."

"We'll play with it if you want, mister."

The back-and-forth filth had an effect. Alyssa kept looking at me over her shoulder, her emerald green eyes sparkling mischievously, and when she could Kelly caught my eye as well. Sometimes, Alyssa had to feed Kelly a line, but she managed some on her own, taking inspiration from the older girl. 

Kelly wound up being the first to cum. Frankly I was surprised she lasted as long as she did, given how sensitive her little clitty was, but overstimulation can be desensitizing, so I guess we'd hit that point. Not that you'd know it, given how she soaked me, and how she nearly deafened Alyssa when she screamed her head off. Her hips started bucking, and she writhed around, grinding her clit against me. Her fingers dug into Alyssa's shoulders, her knuckles white, her heels digging into my back.

Kelly was still cumming when Alyssa went off. My cock was being soaked from both sides, as the girls rubbed themselves against me, using the friction to get themselves off. It was indescribable, feeling their cunts slip and slide over me as I thrust in and out of the slick gap between them. And hearing Alyssa and Kelly both moaning and screaming, well, I'm not ashamed to say that it was only seconds before I came too.

With my cock lodged between the two madly climaxing girls, my load shot out, drenching both of their flat stomachs. Some made it up between Kelly's breasts, forming a silvery river running down and pooling in her navel. Alyssa had plenty on her as well, and it dripped down and added to the mess on Kelly. 

"So much," Alyssa said.

"So much," echoed Kelly, "and it's so hot."

I pulled out from between the girls, but they kept moving, rubbing their pussies against each other and smearing the cum on them all over their bodies. They didn't seem to notice I wasn't there; they just kept kissing each other, running their hands over each other. Alyssa's dark hair had fallen forward and it obscured their faces, even when they rolled over onto their sides, their legs intertwined and my cum forming a spider web between them.

As much as I hated to do it, I had to break them up before we got started again. I clapped my hands and said, "All right, ladies. Time to get dressed. We're heading back to the room so we can train Kelly-slut." 

The girls looked up at me, both smiling, and in unison they said, "Yes, mister."



BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 03



This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. 

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As I dressed, Alyssa busied herself cleaning up Kelly. Both of them were deeply in need of it. I'd just fucked both girls at one, sliding my cock in between their slippery wet pussies until all three of us came, and as a result they were both pretty thoroughly drenched with cum and cunt juice. We were planning on leaving the classroom we'd occupied in favor of Alyssa's dorm room, but neither girl would go until they were squeaky clean. And since they didn't have a shower, or any towels, or really much of anything at all the only option was for them to use their tongues.

Kelly had been on the bottom during our three-way fuck, so she'd come off the worse when I came. She was a young blonde, just eighteen years old, and until just a little while ago she'd been a virgin. She'd been visiting our college as a prospective student and wound up staying with Alyssa. Kelly was cute, with dirty blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, and a lithe young body that must have gotten her plenty of attention from the boys back home. She was also a Christian, who'd made a purity pledge at some point, promising to remain unsullied until marriage. But unfortunately for her—or at least for her pledge—Alyssa was one of my women, and more than little bi, so when she saw the fresh-faced high schooler Alyssa had to have her. She enlisted my aid, and together we seduced poor little Kelly, introducing her to carnal pleasures that the girl could never have imagined. Now, Kelly had given her first hand job, her first blow job, and had her first fuck. What's more, I had her promise ring as a trophy. 

And the night was still young.

The nasty double-fuck had made me cum hard, and Alyssa wasn't really making much progress trying to lap up all the pearlescent goo that was covering the younger girl's body. I'd left lines of cum all over her, with a veritable river ending up between her tits and spilling into a small lake in her navel. Plenty had hit Alyssa too, and it was steadily dripping off, making a new mess on Kelly just as fast as she could clean up the old one. 

Kelly, for her part, was trying to help, scooping up some of the spunk with her fingers and licking them clean. Even so, by the time I was dressed, the main thing they'd accomplished was spreading the mess around. Kelly's tan skin was now covered in a thin sheen of sperm. "You made too much of a mess, mister," Alyssa said. "We'll never get clean now."

"You'll just have to get dressed and go home dirty, then," I replied. "And don't bother with your underwear."

Alyssa slid off the desk and offered Kelly her hand to pull her to her feet. It took them a moment to find their clothes. Kelly had been wearing a yellow sundress, and she found it first. When she pulled it over her head, the sweat and cum and cunt juice that covered her made the light, floaty fabric cling to her curves, leaving very little about her shape to the imagination. Kelly saw my eyes on her and blushed and looked away. It was a cute mannerism. Alyssa had found her top, but was still looking for her jeans until Kelly spotted them. The young blonde went over to pick them up, kneeling down until I told her to stop. "Bend at the waist," I instructed, and Kelly did just that, the damp dress riding up and revealing a little hint of her freshly fucked pussy. It was a little thing, but little things count for a lot, and more importantly it served as a demonstration of my control over her.

Kelly handed Alyssa her pants, and she shimmied into them, turning away from me as she did so I could watch her cute little ass shake. She didn't bother putting any underwear back on, and when she turned back around it was clear she'd just been fucked—her nipples stood out proudly under her tank top, and slowly spreading dark spots marked it where my cum was soaking through the fabric. Alyssa went to stand by Kelly, and together the two of them made for quite a sight—one blonde All-American girl, one dark and lovely dancer, both bearing the signs of our vigorous sexual activity.

Once we were all ready, we left. I had Kelly's promise ring in my pocket, and we took her Bible as well, though we left all their underwear and more than a little cum. The cleanup wasn't our problem, but the Bible had her name in it, so leaving it would have been a mistake. The trip back to Alyssa's dorm room was brief and uneventful. Kelly was jittery, looking around nervously the whole time and keeping to shadows where she could, but we didn't see a soul up close. Alyssa, meanwhile, walked proudly by my side. I think she'd have done the walk naked with cum leaking from every hole if I'd asked her.

Kelly was at her most nervous while we waited to get into Alyssa's dorm. Alyssa took her time getting her keys out, and that left Kelly standing with us in a pool of light by the door, her dress clinging wetly to her skin, her hair askew, her lips red and swollen from giving her first blowjob—and out in public without underwear for, I suspected, the first time in her life. An errant breeze might have flipped up her dress, or an errant hand from yours truly. Which is exactly what I did, lifting the back of her yellow sun dress and cupping her ass while Alyssa dug out her keys to open the door and let us in.

But no one came along to witness her state, and soon enough we were safe inside Alyssa's room. Like most of the dorms on campus, it was made for two. There were two desks, two chairs, two dressers, two built-in closets. There used to be two beds, but Alyssa and Melanie had become very close and nowadays shared one bed (at least, when one or both of them wasn't busy with me). Getting rid of the second bed gave them space for a cheap wood-frame futon and a footlocker. The futon was nothing special, but the footlocker was their toy box. Kelly's small overnight bag was on the floor by the futon. Melanie was away for a few days, sadly; I would have loved a foursome, but c'est la vie.

I was last in the room, and I closed to door behind us. Kelly was standing in the center of the room, looking down at the floor, her hands clasped shyly behind her back. Alyssa mimicked her stance and said, "I know you probably want to do more to us, mister, but you made us too messy. We need to get clean so you can make us dirty girls again." She took one of Kelly's hands and placed it on my crotch. I was, of course, hard, and it was obvious that I was even without touching it. "I think he likes that," Alyssa said. "Come on. Let's go take a shower. Mister, there are some videos on my computer if you want to watch something while we get clean. They're... they're dirty videos, mister. But I think you'll like them." God, did my cock throb as Alyssa talked. 

She told me to turn around and pulled some clothing out of her closet and her dresser. I assumed—rightly, as it eventually turned out—that she was grabbing some slutty little costumes for herself and her guest, and she wanted them to be a surprise. I heard the bathroom door open as she put the clothes in there and came back. Taking Kelly by the hand, she said, "We're going to go get clean for you, mister. Please wait for us." 

I nodded—you could have run a heard of bulls through the building and it wouldn't have gotten me out of that room. They left, Alyssa leading Kelly into the bathroom, and within a few moments I heard the water running. I turned my attention to Alyssa's computer. I knew full well that there was porn there; I was in most of it. Alyssa, it turned out, liked watching me fuck, and so we'd filmed ourselves numerous times, as well as encounters with other women. Sometimes Alyssa joined in, sometimes she filmed, and sometimes she wasn't even there. There were also some other videos, short little things about ten minutes long, in which Alyssa played with herself and talked dirty to the camera. I fired up one of those, a newer one that looked less than a week old, one with an unfamiliar filename.

Alyssa's familiar visage popped up on the screen. It was a close-up, her face filling most of the frame. Normally, she wore little to no makeup, but in this video she'd gone all-out; she had on mascara eyeliner, and possibly a bit of blush, and her lips were painted a pale pink. Her dark hair was loose, framing her face. I was struck again by how beautiful she really was. Her eyes may have been her best feature. They were brilliant, verdant green and they sparkled with life. She was smiling, smirking really, and it called attention to her delicate lips and her high cheekbones. Her expression showed her confidence, her bone-deep knowledge that she was smart, funny, sexy, and a whole host of other things. All this was conveyed in just the first few seconds of her staring silently into the camera. 

Hey, Alyssa has an expressive face. And maybe I was reading into things a bit.

Video-Alyssa started to speak. "Hello, Sir," she said. "I wanted to show you something." The camera pulled back slowly, first revealing that Alyssa was completely naked, and second that she was holding a truly enormous dildo at waist level. "I bought this, Sir, because it reminded me of you. It's almost as long as your cock and almost as thick." She paused and licked her lips. "It's the biggest one I could find."

Her hand stroked the plastic cock, fingernails grazing its surface. "I want you to imagine that this is your cock. I certainly am." Her voice was measured, steady, but there was an undercurrent of raw desire in it as well. She let a long string of drool spill from her mouth onto the dildo and started to work it in with one hand, then continued. "I haven't seen you in two days," she said, "and I needed something. I made Melanie lick my pretty little pussy and eat my asshole but it didn't work." Melanie was Alyssa's roommate; since our first threesome, Alyssa had made Melanie into, well, her bitch. She'd hinted to me that some nights, she made Melanie sleep on the floor of the foot of the bed, like a dog, and I knew she made Melanie service her at least once a day.

On screen, Alyssa kept talking, her strokes of the dildo growing faster. "So I bought this toy. It's not as good as you but I need to be filled. And maybe someday you'll see this and then you can fill me better than this fucking toy." She lifted her legs and spread them wide, making a V shape that drew my eye right to her pussy. It was, as she had said, a pretty pussy; she kept herself waxed or shaved, and its lips were just a bit puffy. Her skin was pale, but right now she looked a bit pink—due to arousal and her roommate's attentions, no doubt.

"I wish you were here, Sir. You could beat my pussy to punish it for being so greedy." She started to smack herself with the dildo, and I actually winced—she was hitting herself pretty damn hard, and the heavy plastic cock had just enough flexibility in it to get a bit of a whipping action going. Each smack made her twitch, but she kept going, hitting herself at least a dozen times. By the sixth I had my cock out and was—very slowly—stroking myself. I didn't want to cum. Well, I did want to cum, because shit, cumming is great, but I didn't want to cum right there and then. So I kept things slow, a nice, steady, constant amount of pleasure, while I watched Alyssa use her toys and talk filth.

Once Alyssa thought she'd punished her pussy enough she brought the fake dick up and smacked it against her chest, hitting her sternum, her breasts, her nipples. She wasn't hitting herself as hard now, but it was still enough to make her pale skin turn pink. "Beat me with your cock, Sir," she said, her voice husky. "Punish me for thinking a toy could replace you. Show me... ggk" She cut herself off there, shoving the toy down her throat until she gagged. I knew Alyssa could suppress her gag reflex; she could deep throat me, and the toy was smaller. But this was for my benefit, and she knew that sometimes I liked to see a woman gagging. So she jammed the dildo into her mouth and coughed and choked and gagged and generally made a mess of herself. There was spit running out of the corners of her mouth, and her eyes filled with tears as her face turned red.

Suddenly, from the bathroom there came a stream of profanity. Alyssa was yelling at the top of her lungs: "Fuck! Shit! God-damned cunt-licking bitch! Fucking get your tongue in there!" I smiled. I'd been expecting to hear something like that. Alyssa probably knew I wasn't going to leave them alone tonight, and while she'd objected earlier she genuinely loved getting other girls to go down on her. She didn't often return the favor, and I figured she didn't want me realizing just how much she liked making other women service her. In any case, I had suspected that Alyssa was going to give Kelly some extra training in the shower, and the cries coming from the bathroom showed I was right.

Her yells diminished in volume and transformed into satisfied moans, and I looked back at the screen. In the video, Alyssa had finished stuffing her throat, and she looked a mess. The camera was once again centered on her face. Her mascara and eyeliner had run, leaving black trails down her cheeks. Her lipstick was ruined, smeared badly, and I was confident there was plenty left on the dildo as well. Some of her hair had fallen in front of her face, partially obscuring one eye. She was talking, and while I'd missed the first part of what she said I did catch this: "... and I want you to do this to me. Make me look like this and then go to work on all my other holes. Destroy me. Even if I beg you to stop. I deserve it for being such a fucking filthy girl." Then she stopped talking, and fixed a steady stare on the camera again. For a few moments, there was nothing but the soft sound of her breathing, and then it ended.

The moans coming from the bathroom reached a crescendo. I didn't dare start another video; Alyssa knew just how long to keep me waiting, and I was going to be ready for them to return. I stripped and laid down on the bed, by cock stiff as a board thanks to the video I'd seen and the sounds coming from the bathroom. It laid on my stomach as I folded my hands behind my head and waited.

I didn't have to wait long. Soon enough the water turned off, and I could just make out some quiet conversation between the girls. I was sure that Alyssa was giving Kelly instructions as they dried off and, I suspected, got dressed in something sexy. And a few minutes later I was proven right again.

The bathroom door opened. Warm, wet air billowed out, and in the doorway stood two visions of loveliness. Alyssa had indeed chosen some costumes for them, and they both had dressed up as schoolgirls.

Alyssa had her own costume. She once told me it was actually her old high-school uniform, but with some substantial, ahem, modifications made. There was a navy blue pleated skirt that perhaps had once come down to her knees, but now it ended just below her ass. As she moved, in fact, I could see point where her firm little bubble-butt started. She also had on an untucked short-sleeved crisp white button-down shirt, unbuttoned just enough so I could see the lacy fringe of whatever bra she'd decided to wear underneath. A few of the bottom buttons were undone as well, showing off some of her midriff and her navel. A loose tie dangled from her neck, navy blue like the skirt. She'd put her hair in pigtails, and put on just a bit of makeup. I don't know if she guessed what I was watching, or she heard, or if she just knew me well enough to guess what I wanted, but she had put on some blood red lipstick and some black eyeliner and mascara. 

Kelly had on a uniform as well. She didn't have one of her own, of course, but Alyssa had dressed her in Melanie's. Mel didn't go to a high school that required uniforms, so hers was a costume, and it was a bit less authentic than Alyssa's but every bit as sexy. On Kelly, it looked good. Melanie was taller and broader than Kelly, so the skirt came down to mid-thigh and the shirt was a bit loose, but Alyssa had done wonders with it. The shirt had been left unbuttoned except for a single one, just under her breasts, and it looked like she'd put a clip on the back to pull it tight. The bra underneath must have been one of Alyssa's, because it was too small, and it made Kelly's C-cups bulge out and up. There may have been some other tricks at work there—I've heard you can use makeup to make cleavage seem more impressive—but I didn't really care, because it all made Kelly look like a busty schoolgirl slut straight out of a porno. Her makeup matched Alyssa's, and her hair fell loose around her face. She still had on her cross on the gold chain around her neck.

The two girls stood in the doorway, backlit by the lights from the bathroom. Alyssa had her hip cocked and one hand resting on it. She'd fixed me with a cool, confident stare as soon as the door opened. Kelly, in contrast, seemed a bit shy. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her head was down. She too was looking at me, expectantly. 

I sat up in bed. "Ladies," I said. 

Alyssa reached over, took one of Kelly's hands, and her led her to me. They stopped by the bed. "Excuse me mister," Alyssa said, once again pitching her voice higher than normal. "My friend here has something to ask you." I looked at Kelly. She blushed and refused to meet my eyes. "Come on, Kelly," Alyssa said. "You said you wanted it."

Nervously, Kelly spoke up. "Mister, I want to be a sl... a slut." She stuttered a bit but forced the words out. "Alyssa told me sluts have more fun, so I want to be one. And she said you are the best at teaching girls to be sluts." I saw her throat move as she swallowed nervously. "Can you teach me to be a good slut, mister?"

Well, how could I say no?

Watching Alyssa's little video had given me some nasty ideas. I stood up. "Of course, Kelly. By the time you go back home you're going to be a fantastic little slut." I pushed both girls to their knees, my cock bobbing in the air between their faces, and continued. "You'll be able to teach all your friends if you want." She nodded, her chin bobbing in time with my dick.

I grabbed Alyssa by the pigtails and pulled her in front of me. "For now, Kelly, just watch. I'm going to show you some of the things sluts do. Watch this dirty slut and see how she acts." I gave Alyssa's pigtails a sharp tug and she immediately and automatically opened her mouth wide. Hey, she'd been well trained. Her eyes were bright and clear, challenging me to use her the way we both wanted. I slid my cock in past her painted lips and let it rest on her tongue, just for a moment, and then my grip tightened on Alyssa's hair and I started fucking her face, just like she'd done to herself on her video.

Her pigtails made great handles for me, letting me hold her more-or-less in place as I put her mouth to good use. Alyssa knelt there and took it, keeping her lips locked to me as I stuffed her full of cock. This wasn't the first time we'd done this, and when she felt the tip of my spear pressing on the back of her throat she swallowed, opening herself to me and letting me plunge deep into her.

Wet, sloppy choking noises soon filled the room as I battered against Alyssa's gag reflex. She might have been a deepthroat artist, but that didn't help much given how I was using her. Her eyes fluttered; Alyssa was trying to keep them open, but involuntary reflexes kept forcing her to blink. Soon enough tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and drool started to spill past her lips. My shaft was stained with streaks of blood-red lipstick. Kelly watched, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. 

"Your job is to please men," I told her. "If they want to fuck your throat you should learn to love it like your friend here." She nodded. "Look down," I said, "between her legs. See her fingers? See how she's rubbing her cunt while I use her?" And sure enough, Alyssa was doing just that. One hand had slipped into her shirt and was pinching and twisting her nipple, but the other was underneath her skirt. I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties, but if she was they weren't stopping her; her fingers were rubbing her clit in small tight circles. 




BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 03



I let go of one of Alyssa's pigtails, moving my hand to the back of her head, and then I took hold of Kelly as well. I pulled her in close so she could get a good view of me violating Alyssa's throat, plunging in past her lips and forcing her to gag and cough and choke and generally make a mess of herself. Alyssa was crying now, or at least her eyes had watered enough to make it look like she was, and black trails had started to form on her cheeks where her makeup ran. I was a bit messy myself; long strings of spittle clung to my cock and dangled off it, and her lipstick had left dark red smears all along my length.

It was glorious. 

"Help her out," I told Kelly. That earned me a confused look from the young blonde. "Help her feel good," I explained. That she understood, and she gently moved Alyssa's hand away from where it was furiously at work in between her legs—making Alyssa whine ever so slightly, almost inaudible over the sound of her throat getting abused. Kelly replaced Alyssa's hand with her own, and with some more gentle prodding from me she pressed herself up next to the older woman, ending up cheek-to-cheek with her as I used Alyssa's throat like a pussy.

I now had two girls looking up at me, one with her mouth stuffed with cock, the other just dazed at the proceedings. And I won't lie, it felt pretty damn good. For the most part Alyssa was letting me abuse her to my heart's content, but when she could she'd swirl her tongue around my cock or give me a moment of especially hard suction.

Time to show Kelly what a well-trained slut can do, I thought. I pulled Kelly away from Alyssa again, and with no other warning I shoved my tool all the way down Alyssa's throat—and held it there. Alyssa made a *glug* noise as I forced my cock down, and her eyes went wide, but she made no effort to pull back. I savored the feeling for a moment, rocking my hips gently as Alyssa looked up at me in submissive adoration. Kelly's eyes were on Alyssa's lips, which were stretched thinly around the base of my shaft. She seemed stunned, as if she was seeing something impossible, and I couldn't blame her. It was certainly an impressive disappearing act.

I kept hold of Alyssa's head and resumed my abuse of Alyssa's throat. But this time I went deep, over and over again. Lipstick wound up smeared all over my cock, mainly near the base, and spit and throat slime kept getting forced out of her gullet. Long strands dangled from my cock and draped my balls, and still more had soaked her chest and left her little top translucent. Her eyes were watering constantly, making her makeup run down her cheeks and giving her the look of a well-used slut. Alyssa's face was starting to turn red, as well; she snatched quick breaths when she could but I rarely gave her the chance. 

"Are you hurting her, mister?" Kelly asked, in a small voice. Her hand was still between Alyssa's pale thighs, and while I couldn't see exactly what she was doing it was clear she was doing something, and whatever it was Alyssa seemed to be enjoying it. At least, it looked that way given how Alyssa was rolling her hips.

I yanked Alyssa's head to my groin particularly savagely and then held her in place again. "I am," I answered, simply. "And she's loving every second of it. Is her pussy wet? I bet your fingers are drenched." Kelly nodded in confirmation. As I was speaking, Alyssa started struggling in my grasp. It was an odd feeling—she was trying to hold herself still, trying to fight her natural need for air, and I could feel her shaking as she fought to stay down even though her lungs were crying out. I waited a few more moments and then pulled her back. She came free, gasping desperately, but I had to restrain her as she tried desperately to get her mouth back on my cock. She wound up leaning forward, hair pulled taut, mouth open wide, panting and chasing the tip of my cock around and trying hard to swallow me up once more. "See?" I said to Kelly. "She's a cock-crazy little bitch. And so are you, even if you don't know it yet."

That made her blush a bit, but she didn't object. Alyssa managed to get her breathing under control, or at least managed to get close enough to say something: "More." Her voice was a bit harsh and raspy, and all the more sexy for it. I gave Kelly a pointed look and then crammed my cock back down Alyssa's gullet. 

There was almost no resistance as I fucked myself balls-deep in her throat. She was trying to keep her eyes open; Alyssa knew how much I liked looking down at her lovely emerald eyes when I facefucked her. But she wasn't having much luck, this time, as I drove every inch home again and again. Her nose touched my stomach on every thrust, my balls slapped her chin, and she just took it gratefully. Kelly was still playing with Alyssa's cunt, and as my thrusts sped up and grew more aggressive so too did Kelly. Alyssa started moaning, as best she could with a fat cock plunging down her throat. 

I wasn't going to last long once that started, so I wanted to make the last few seconds count. I put both hands on Alyssa's head and started giving her my all. I don't know if it was the video, or Kelly's presence, or something else altogether, but I fucked her mouth harder than I ever had before. I could see Alyssa's brow furrowing as she tried to cope, each thrust bringing guttural grunts from her and making copious amounts of drool slop from her mouth.

"Oh my..." breathed Kelly. I almost cracked up at that. She was witnessing another girl's throat getting destroyed not a foot from her and that's what she says? Don't get me wrong, it was pretty awe-inspiring, and I was kicking myself for not setting up the camera to have a more permanent record of it. But really, that was the best she could do? Oh well; not everyone is a wordsmith.

Kelly just watched in silence after that, her eyes wide as I got closer and closer to climax. Alyssa's eyes started rolling back in her head as the lack of oxygen and the apparently fairly skilled work Kelly was doing with her fingers started to overwhelm her. She tried to scream—all that came out was a sort of croak—and I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm hit simultaneously.

The first shots went right down her throat, bypassing her mouth entirely; it seemed like I pumped my cum right into her stomach. As she started to go limp I pulled out, filling her mouth with my next spurts. The thick cream spilled from her slack jaw as I despoiled her face further. She already looked a mess, with her makeup destroyed, her eyes and face both red, her hair in disarray. But I could make her much messier, and I did. Kelly got to watch as I fired off a veritable barrage of cum onto Alyssa at point-blank range. Some splashed back, spattering Kelly with a few ivory droplets, but most clung tenaciously to Alyssa's visage, thick white ropes that pasted her eyes shut and hung from her nose, her chin, even her ears. A few strands connected her lips, until she licked her lips clean—I think it was a reflex action, because she barely moved otherwise, just trembled and panted as the aftershocks of her rough use rolled over her. The last drops landed on her shirt, which was already soaked and stained with spit.

I turned to Kelly, my cock smacking into the side of her face. "Clean her up," I ordered, and she knew exactly what that meant. I'd have been disappointed if she hadn't, since she'd already done it once before. Last time, though, Kelly had been nervous and tentative; this time there was only the faintest hint of that as she stuck out her tongue and went to work. She went from the top down, cleaning the jizz off Alyssa's forehead first, then gently using her fingers to clear her eyes. Kelly swallowed down everything she licked up, but the cum on her fingers she fed to Alyssa.

Kelly's efforts got most of the spunk, but they didn't help much with the ruined makeup; in fact, they made things worse. Alyssa's lipstick was basically gone. Some was still visible on my cock, but even that had mostly gotten removed by her tongue and throat. By the time Kelly got done and Alyssa was mostly sperm-free, the younger girl's fingers and tongue had smeared her mascara even more. Alyssa wound up looking like a crying raccoon, with dark circles around her eyes and messy black trails down her cheeks.

Yes, I know raccoons don't get trails down their cheeks when the cry. It's a simile.

Alyssa joined in the cleanup efforts midway through, shoveling some of the frankly excessive amount of sperm I'd doused her with into her own mouth and into Kelly's. Before long the cleanup wound up looking more like a makeout session, with the two girls kissing, swapping mouthfuls of cum and spit, sucking on each other's fingers, and whispering things to one another, things I couldn't quite hear. Alyssa especially seemed to like sucking on the fingers that had been lodged inside her cunt. She'd always liked her own taste.

I had to break up their little love-fest, and I did it by main force, grabbing their hair and pulling them apart. Both girls whined a bit in disappointment; I'd yanked them away from each other mid-kiss and a mouthful of cum spilled out of Kelly's mouth onto her tits. Kelly was quick to scoop it up before it dirtied up her still mostly-clean top.

"All right, Kelly. I have one more thing to show you and then it will be your turn," I said.

"What is it, mister?"

"You still have one virgin hole, don't you?" God, I thought I'd seen her wide-eyed before, but this really did the trick. I could see white all the way around her pale blue eyes. The phrase "deer in the headlights" seemed apt. "What, did you think you would go home before I'd fucked your ass?" 

"I... I didn't think you could do that. You're too big."

"Oh, little slut, you're going to get such an education here. Alyssa, why don't you get in position? I'll show her that it will fit." I released Alyssa's hair and she scrambled over to the bed and crawled onto it. She put her head down and lifted her ass as high as she could get it and flipped her skirt up. Not that she needed to; it was too short to cover anything with her bent over like this. Finally, she started wiggling that perfect peach of an ass back and forth, clearly ready to get ass-fucked. 

I walked over to the bed myself, pulling Kelly along by her hair and positioning her where I wanted, with her head resting on Alyssa's ass (cheek to cheek, if you'll pardon the terrible wordplay). "Are you just going to stick it in, mister?" she asked. "Won't that hurt her?"

It was a fair question, and of course I wasn't going to just shove my pole into Alyssa's back end without making sure she was ready for it. I grabbed my cock and held it up by Kelly's face. It had dried a bit while the girls ate up all the cum I'd left on Alyssa, but it still glistened with spit. "My cock's wet," I told her. "And once her asshole is wet she'll be ready." 

"How will you get it wet, mister?" Ah, what an innocent question.

"I won't," I answered. "You will." Then I used that handful of her hair to push her face into Alyssa's ass. Kelly, caught by surprise, tried to protest, but all that came out was some muffled and unintelligible cry. 

"Oh, you remembered!" squealed Alyssa. And indeed I had—Alyssa had sent me a text, hours ago, saying she wanted to make this innocent visiting student eat her asshole, and now she was going to get just that. "Remember what I taught you in the shower," Alyssa said, speaking to Kelly now. "You're just working on a different hole."

I looked down at Alyssa. She had her head down on the mattress, but her face was turned to the side, and she looked back at me with a wicked expression on her face. "What?" she asked. "Did you think I wasn't going to get something from her when we were in the shower?" 

"Do I look surprised?" I replied. "Hell, I'm more shocked you didn't make her do this already."

"We didn't want to keep you waiting." Anything else Alyssa might have wanted to say was cut off when she let out a contented moan. I was still holding Kelly in place, and she must have been doing her job, working her tongue around and inside Alyssa's rosebud. She seemed to be doing a good job, to judge from Alyssa's reaction. Alyssa moaned again, and started to grind against Kelly's face. Knowing her, though, her reaction probably owed just as much to the depravity of the situation as it did to Kelly's innate talents. Hell, even if Kelly had been completely incompetent, I bet Alyssa would be getting off just from knowing that she was corrupting a sweet and innocent thing.

If I haven't said it yet, I really should: Alyssa's a hell of a woman.

I held Kelly in place for another minute or so, then let go. She'd picked up on what we wanted from her, and when I removed my hand she stayed in place. Kelly even put her hands on Alyssa's ass and spread her open so she could get in even deeper, and from the way her head dipped I suspect she wasn't confining herself to rimming my lovely dancer.

"Use that tongue, you dirty little bitch," Alyssa said. "You make a good ass-licker. Such a good bi slut." Kelly mewled but obeyed, and I just watched for a few more minutes as Alyssa kept berating Kelly, ordering her around in various ways to make her improve. She had Kelly trying to plunge her tongue as deep as she could into both of Alyssa's holes, and then she changed course and had the younger girl lapping away at her. And she kept calling her names, too—my favorites were "twat-munching bitch" and "my personal cunt-cleaner." Kelly's eyes teared up a bit at the constant abuse—but when I put my hand between under her skirt, she was fucking drenched. 

As it had done before, the slightest touch of my fingers on Kelly's clit sent her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her hips jerked and twitched, but she didn't stop her oral efforts. In fact she seemed to want to pass it on; she moved forward, and I could see her straining to plunge her tongue deeper into Alyssa's ass. "Good girl," I murmured, slipping a finger into her at the same time. Kelly whimpered, and her eyes closed; Alyssa wound up doing the same as Kelly found a sensitive spot.

It was quite a sight: Alyssa's pale, lithe form was up on her bed, her face resting on the mattress, her perfectly formed ass in the air and framed by her navy-blue skirt. Kneeling behind her was Kelly, this high school girl-next-door whose innocence was being stripped away from her. Kelly's tan, All-American body contrasted nicely with Alyssa's. Individually, each girl was a vision of loveliness, but together they were a wet dream made flesh. Evidence of hard use could be seen on each girl; Alyssa's ruined makeup, Kelly's flushed face and chest, the faint sheen of cum and spit and sweat that clung to their skin in places. But they were still going strong.

I kept my hand where it was and just watched for a bit longer; Kelly's hips bucked spasmodically, grinding against my forearm and my hand, but she didn't pull away from Alyssa. Instead she did her best to make sure that the older woman was relaxed and wet and ready for her upcoming anal violation. And her best, it turned out, was pretty damn good.

Eventually, though, I decided it was time to get involved more directly. "OK, girls. Kelly's had enough fun for the moment." I pulled her from Alyssa, using her hair to drag her back on her heels. As an aside, can I just say how great it is when women have enough hair to do that? Don't get me wrong; some girls look smoking hot with short hair, even pixie cuts, and hell, I've even seen a few who could pull off complete baldness. But there's something primal and satisfying about grabbing a fistful of hair and hauling back on it while you're balls-deep in her.

But I'm getting distracted. Kelly resisted for a moment but then acquiesced, letting me pull her away and off to the side. I took her place behind Alyssa. "Spread," I commanded, and she grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, baring her pretty little pussy—still a bit red and swollen from our brief fuck in the classroom and Kelly's recent attention—but more importantly her tight rosebud. Kelly had been thorough; it was drenched with spit, and I don't think Alyssa could have been more ready to accept me into her.

"Watch close, Kelly," I said, and the young blonde sidled around to the side so she could get a good view of Alyssa's upcoming anal assault. I didn't want to terrify Kelly, so while I could have been rough with Alyssa and just shoved my dick into her, I didn't. Heaven knows she'd had it up there enough to know what was coming. I also didn't want Kelly to think that popping her last cherry would be painless, so I didn't exactly ease into her either. 

Instead I opted for the middle road—a single long slow push that didn't stop until every last inch of my shaft was embedded in Alyssa's spit-soaked ass. As soon as she felt me stretching her ass wide, Alyssa started letting her breath out in a drawn-out f-sound. She kept it up the whole time I was burying myself in her, and when it ended and my balls made contact with her dripping-wet pussy, it turned into a single word: ...fffffuck."

I stopped there for a moment. "See what a good fucktoy she is? Her ass just opens up for me. Even if it hurts, she loves it." I slapped Alyssa's ass once and directed my next order to her. "Give me your arms, fucktoy." She obeyed immediately, lifting her arms from the mattress and putting them behind her back, her wrists crossed near her tailbone. I withdrew from her ass (somewhat reluctantly; Alyssa was squeezing and releasing me, like she wanted to milk me of my cum even without thrusting) and grabbed her wrists.

When I said I didn't want to terrify Kelly, that was a bit of a lie.

"Here's what a well-trained toy can do," I said, and a moment later I hauled back on her arms and slammed forward. This time Alyssa screamed something unprintable, a wordless cry that made Kelly flinch away. I'd done this to Alyssa many times before, and I knew it hurt her some. Hell, it sometimes hurt me a bit; her ass was just that tight. But she was playing up the pain, too, acting like it was far more agonizing for the benefit of our audience.

After her scream, Alyssa gulped in a deep breath and then said in a raspy whisper: "Again."

Kelly's eyes were wide as she watched me repeat the whole process, the slow withdrawal followed by the sudden lunge. Alyssa screamed again, not as loud or long as the first one, and once more she begged me to do it again. I, of course, obliged her. Let it never be said that I don't know how to give a lady what she wants. We continued in this vein for a little while, with Alyssa alternating between loud shrill cries of pleasure and pleading for more of my rough handling. But soon enough Alyssa lost the ability to ask anything, because she was screaming and cumming wildly around my rampant prick.

I looked down at Kelly. Her eyes were wide, white showing all around her irises, and her lips were parted. She licked her lips as I watched. I don't know if she realized I was looking at her; she seemed completely enthralled by the sight of my cock splitting open Alyssa's tight asshole. I don't know if she realized that one of her hands had found its way between her legs and that she was slowly rubbing her mound. Whether she knew it or not, it was exactly the reaction I wanted to see from her.

Alyssa managed to come back to herself enough to say, between gasps and groans, "See, slut? See how good it is to be a three-hole whore?" I hilted myself in her again and she squealed, and then said, "Oh god, you fuck my asshole so good, mister. Break it open. Fuck it like you own it—because you do. You own all my holes, mister." It wasn't the first time I'd heard her say something like that, but it never failed to make me shudder. And hearing her say it in the little-girl voice she'd used, mimicking Kelly's innocence, well, it was almost enough to make me cum then and there.




BMOC: The Innocent Ch. 03



But that wouldn't have been a good show for Kelly. After all, Alyssa and I were responsible for initiating her into her new role as a full-blown fucktoy for me, and if it looked like I'd cum on a hair trigger that would set a bad example. I wanted Kelly to learn that I was in charge, and that I determined who got to cum and when. She already had ample evidence that I could make Alyssa cum with ease, and both Alyssa and I had rendered Kelly insensible earlier after overloading her young mind with too much euphoria. All that, though, was external control, and I wanted her to realize that I could exercise control over myself as well.

So I pulled back on Alyssa's arms, yanking her head up off the mattress, adjusting my grip as I did until I had a hand on each of her shoulders. Then I really got down to business, speeding up and spearing Alyssa again and again. Soon my dark-haired dancer degenerated into a seemingly mindless fucktoy, babbling incoherently as she came over and over—or maybe it was just one long climax, one incredible continuous orgasm that left her barely able to breathe, much less speak or cry out.

Kelly was watching with rapt interest. Her hand was busy under her skirt, and as my thrusts grew more vigorous so had her efforts. I think she wanted to feel like Alyssa was feeling, and with good reason. Alyssa wasn't just putting on a show; she was getting railed and loving it. As Kelly watched, her breath quickened, and her chest—her magnificent chest that was so wonderfully presented in her tiny top and too-small bra—grew flushed. "Don't make yourself cum, slut," I told her. "For the rest of the night your orgasms come from Alyssa or from me." 

She didn't acknowledge my instruction at all; all her attention was focused on Alyssa's pert ass as I reamed it. It seemed to me that a small corrective measure was required. So I let go of Alyssa's shoulders, and she fell face-first back onto the bed where her constant cries were muffled by a pillow. That didn't shake Kelly out of her daze, but when I stopped thrusting long enough to lean over and slap her across the cheek, well, that did the trick. She looked up at me, eyes shining with tears, mouth hanging open, still too shocked to really feel the pain. Her hand was still in between her legs, but she'd stopped moving.

"Are you listening now, slut?" I asked. "I expect to be acknowledged when I give you instructions."

"Wha... what?" was her reply.

Another quick slap from me put a pink handprint on her cheek. "Say, 'yes, mister.'" What can I say, being called mister was doing it for me. "Do you understand?" I asked again.

Kelly touched her cheek where I'd struck her, but she gave the right answer. Her voice quavered as she said, "Yes, mister."

"Good girl. Do you remember what I told you about cumming?"

"No, I don't. I'm sorry mister."

I already knew she hadn't been listening before, but it was good she could acknowledge her mistake properly. For her benefit, I repeated myself. "You can play with your pussy, but don't fucking cum. I can make you cum. Alyssa can make you cum. But you're not allowed to do it yourself."

A moment later, though, she made another error. She asked, "Why?"

I hadn't been fucking Alyssa while I was dealing with Kelly, although I was still lodged halfway in her. But the momentary reprieve had let her recover enough to realize what was going on. She laughed, tiredly. "Uh oh. Mister, don't be too mean with her. She's a new slut." The slaps had shocked Kelly, and I was sure they'd stung, but Alyssa's words terrified her. I swear I could see her heart beating through her chest, and her lip quivered. She was otherwise frozen, deer in the headlights style. Kelly didn't move as I pushed away from Alyssa and stood over her.

"Tell me, slut. Do you think I need a reason?" I asked. Kelly looked over toward Alyssa for assistance, but found none. Alyssa just rolled over onto her side and propped herself up on one arm so she could watch the show. I slapped Kelly again, a bit harder than before, and barked out, "Answer me."

The young blonde bitch was a quick study. "No, mister," she said, in a small quiet voice.

I took her by the chin and made her turn to face me. "Good answer." For just a moment she smiled, a brief flash. It was good to see; Kelly did have a lovely smile, and it brought out her dimples. It didn't last, though. I think she realized that I was still going to punish her. 

Earlier I had taken away her purity ring, and her purity as well. But she was still holding on to a few trappings of her old life as a virginal innocent. One of those was around her neck, dangling a few inches above her cleavage. I snagged the chain with one finger and lifted the cross up, until it was in front of her eyes. "What is this?" I asked.

"It... it's a cross, mister."

"And whose is it?"

"It's mine."

My hand closed around the cross. It wasn't very big, but I gripped it tightly. The corners dug into my palm. "Wrong," I said, with one sharp pull ripped the chain from her neck. She yelped as the thin gold chain broke. "Alyssa. Get the ring from my pocket." Alyssa scrambled to her feet and did as I told her. I took the ring from her and threaded it onto the chain, then held it up by its broken ends, the ring and the cross dangling together over Kelly's upturned face.

"These used to be yours. They were symbols of your old life, your old beliefs. But now you belong to me, and so these belong to me too." A tear formed and rolled down Kelly's cheek. "Say it. Say you belong to me."

She took a deep breath. Her voice was small and weak. "I... I can't. I can't say it." 

Alyssa knelt down beside her, very close. She stroked Kelly's hair and spoke soothingly into her ear. "Of course you can, baby." Her hand crept down between Kelly's legs (a low blow in more ways than one) and lingered there, brushing up against Kelly's pussy. Only her sopping wet panties prevented skin-on-skin contact. Not that it mattered much; Alyssa was an expert in manipulating pussies, and it wasn't long until Kelly's eyes fluttered and her lips parted and she let out a long shuddering breath.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at those little baubles. They used to be so important to you. But you're a dirty little slut now, aren't you? And that's so much better, isn't it?" Her voice was low, hypnotic, and the effect was magnified by the way the cross and the ring rocked back and forth like a pendulum. Kelly's hips rolled in time with the sway of the golden symbols dangling in front of her face, and Alyssa kept speaking to her, weaving a web of words to snare her and draw her deeper into depravity. "Your old god never touched you like this, did he?" And at that she ran the edge of her fingernail along Kelly's slit. The girl gasped. "Don't cum, you greedy little bitch," Alyssa hissed. "Your new God hasn't given you permission."

Kelly whined and bit her lip, but she mastered herself and held off her climax. It took a valiant effort, and it was clear that soon enough no amount of willpower would do the trick; Kelly was going to cum, soon, and it was just a matter of when. "I bet if you're good and you tell him you belong to him, he'll let you cum. He'll let you cum over and over. He'll do to you everything he did to me, and then some. He'll show you new pleasures, things you've never let yourself imagine, even when you're touching yourself at night."

By this point I had practically forgotten everything else that was going on. I wouldn't have surprised to see Alyssa transform into a literal succubus. She slipped two fingers under Kelly's sodden panties and eased them into her. "You'll let her cum, right mister?" she asked, looking up at me. "If she says she belongs to you?"

Fuck. I was stunned by her nasty little performance, and I'm sad to say I missed my cue. It took me a second before I could get my brain back in operation and respond. "Yes, I will. Say it and you can cum as much as you want." 

"See, babygirl? Just a few words and you can feel so good." Alyssa had Kelly riding the edge; the younger girl could barely keep her eyes open, and her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. Her hips were rolling, fucking the air. "How will you make her cum, mister?" Alyssa asked me. "Will you stick that big angry cock in her cunny and fuck it again? Or do you want to pop her last cherry and take her ass?" She ran her tongue around Kelly's earlobe and whispered to her. "I bet he wants to do both. You saw how good it was when he fucked my ass—it still feels all tingly."

I could see the last vestiges of Kelly's resistance crumbling. Her eyes were wet with tears, and her lower lip quivered. "I... I belong..." she sobbed and let out her breath in a short, shuddering exhalation "Oh, God, I belong to you."

"Good girl," I said. "Alyssa, stop."

Kelly cried out. "No! You said you'd let me cum!" I grabbed her under her arms and roughly pulled her to her feet, then tossed her on the bed. She kept pleading with me as I tore open her shirt. "Please, please, please, I need it!" Her panties came off next; I ripped them off her and tossed them aside. "I belong to you! I'm yours!" I took her by the throat. "Make me cum, please... I'll do anythooooooooh my god yes!" She lost the thread at the end, because I slammed my cock into her cunt, and she came like a fucking demon as soon as I started to enter her. Her long-denied climax made her back arch off the bed and her legs squeeze tight around my waist. Fucking Alyssa had already left a wet spot, but Kelly made a fucking puddle. 

Kelly gasped out her thanks. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you..." She didn't get much further before she degenerated into incoherent babbling. I fucked her just as hard as I had done to Alyssa, earlier that night, and she came over and over again. Each climax built on the last, until her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to hyperventilate.

Alyssa came over to me and draped her arms over my shoulders. She ran her hands over my chest and pressed herself against my back, rocking with me, keeping in constant contact, as if she wanted to fuck Kelly herself through me. I was pretty sure that with a word from me she'd grab one of her strap-ons and take my place plundering Kelly's almost-virginal hole.

"Are you going to cum in her again, mister?" Alyssa asked. "I'll clean her up again if that's what you want." 

Kelly, writhing beneath me, gasped out, "Yes! Please! Please cum in me!" But I was feeling contrary—and besides, I hadn't really punished Kelly for being a less-than-perfect plaything. Hey, I have high standards. If you could do what I do, you'd have high standards too. 

"You don't deserve it, slut," I said. Kelly let out a little whine—at least, that's what I think it was; the way she was moaning as she came and came from getting fucked made it hard to tell for sure. "Besides, Alyssa did most of the work. She gets the reward." One thing I learned with Dr. Carrington—it was good to get them accustomed to thinking that making me cum was a reward for them.

Alyssa made pleased sounds in my ear while Kelly looked disappointed. But not too disappointed; she was trying to pout, but it's hard to do that when you're getting filled with a foot or so of wrist-thick cock and an orgasm hits you every few seconds, especially if you're an eighteen-year-old with basically no prior experience that could prepare you for those sorts of feelings. So what really happened was that Kelly kept trying to purse her lips, but then another climax washed over her and she gasped, or groaned, or screamed, and she just ended up opening and closing her mouth like a landed fish.

I decided to give Alyssa another treat. "Where do you want it, love?" I asked. 

She didn't miss my word choice. "Love?" she asked in a whisper that I barely heard over Kelly's cries. "I like the sound of that." Out loud, she said, "My ass feels so empty without you in it, mister. But maybe if you came in it I'd get to keep you inside forever." I don't mind telling you I almost came right there.

"Lay down beside this greedy little slut," I said. "Do it fast. I've got a nice big load for you." Alyssa was in the bed in an instant, right by Kelly, legs spread as wide as she could get them. For Alyssa, that meant a full split, so one of her legs wound up laying across Kelly's stomach. Both girls looked up at me. Kelly was silently begging me not to pull out and take away the thing that was making her feel so good. Alyssa wanted me to empty out everything I could into her ass. I couldn't give both girls what they wanted—but Kelly was due for some punishment anyway. So I waited until I felt her quiver and start to clamp down on me, and then I withdrew quickly and completely, leaving her rolling her hips and trying to fuck the air.

"No!" she cried. 

I took one little step to the side and slammed my cock into Alyssa's welcoming ass.

"Yes!" she cried.

Alyssa must have been edging as well, like Kelly had been, because she started cumming almost as soon as I touched her. I had barely gotten my head into her when she clamped down and I was reminded of one of the reasons why I spent so much time with her—Alyssa had, hands down, the tightest holes I'd ever felt. Hell, Kelly had been a virgin before I got to her, and Alyssa was still tighter.

And yes, I know that tightness isn't a function of sexual experience. The reason Alyssa's cunt could grip me like a vise was because the girl fucking practiced. The same went for her ass. So, girls, do your Kegels if you want to blow your man's mind.

Anyway, Alyssa started cumming like a bitch in heat almost instantly. I was coming in hard, and there was plenty of lubrication, so even though her ass was sealed up tighter than a drum I was able to bury myself in her. The real trouble was the way she moved. Her back arched, her hands clawed at the sheets, she whipped her head back and forth, she writhed, she wriggled; I had to pin her shoulders to the mattress before she squirmed away entirely. "Fuck! God! Fuck!" she chanted—if something can count as a chant if it's screamed at the top of your lungs. Each thrust from me seemed to set her off anew.

Kelly rolled onto her side and trapped one of Alyssa's legs between hers. As Alyssa jerked and twitched, Kelly started grinding against Alyssa's shin, and soon both girls were cumming like mad, Alyssa from my powerful anal assault and Kelly from the pressure of Alyssa's shin bone against her clit. Where Alyssa was a screaming fiend, though, Kelly was quiet, cowed into submission by my earlier abuse. Her climax was marked by flushed cheeks, small shudders, and hidden moans.

It didn't take long before I was ready to join them. All of us had put off cumming for too long, and even at my best I simply couldn't last too long in Alyssa's ass, not with her and another girl undergoing paroxysms of pleasure in front of me. I didn't want to pull out, but I didn't slam it in deep either. After all, Kelly was going to have to go after it soon enough.

"Cumming!" I roared, and Alyssa cried out too as she felt the first hot surge of semen erupt into her.

"Yes, yes, please, fill me, fill my ass..." she babbled as I pumped and pumped into her. Her ass milked me as I continued to fuck her, both of us exploding together. As she requested, I emptied everything into her, everything I could give, painting her innards white. It went on long enough to make me a little dizzy, and for her to be on the verge of passing out entirely, but eventually it stopped. I pulled out, drawing a sizable dollop of cum with me, and stumbled back over to her desk chair. 

I plopped down heavily into the chair, breathing hard. "Fuck me, Alyssa. That was good." She didn't answer, but Kelly seemed somewhat more attentive. "See, Kelly? Good girls get rewarded like that," I said. Kelly inched off the bed, onto the floor, and stared at Alyssa's ass. It showed signs of its rough use, but her attention mainly seemed to be on the steady stream of white flowing out of Alyssa's asshole and pooling on the bed underneath her. 

"So much..." she said, dazedly. 

I smiled as I caught my breath. "That's right, girl," I said. "And guess who's going to have to clean it up?"