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Mean Girls Ch. 01

By: naivesluts



***Hello all! Please note the category as it might help you avoid this story before you start reading it if it's not within your tastes. On that note, this story also has elements of Mind Control, NonConsent/Reluctance and a little Exhibitionist & Voyeur. If these are things you might enjoy, then I really hope you like this story. The "juicy stuff" starts a little slower than with my other stories, but still quicker than most. Please enjoy this impossible fantasy.***



They were known as the Mean Girls.

It wasn't creative, but it was accurate. They attended a small college, but it was still impressive how well known each girl had become in their first years. But then again, after seeing their gorgeous appearances and horrible behavior, it wasn't such a mystery.

Crystal looked deceptively harmless. Her very short and very curvy frame coupled with her innocent-looking face made most people make the assumption she was endearingly dim. Despite her looks and name, however, Crystal was the smartest of the Mean Girls, and certainly capable of cruelty. In fact, she would abuse people's assumptions in order to gain their trust for no other reason but to enjoy their dismay when she would later betray them. Friends, lovers, it didn't matter. Crystal loved the look on people's faces when she crushed them.

Haley's jet black hair set in a bob around her pale face made her look exactly as sinister as she was, however. She was the tallest and thinnest of the Mean Girls and proudly carried around the implied "leader" title. Her face was the most stunning of the girls and with it she got both men and women to do her bidding.

Laura fell somewhere in the middle. As the only Mean Girl without a history of being a terrible person, the beautiful 19-year-old had been corrupted by her new friends over the course of the year. She didn't look as menacing as Haley nor as innocent as Crystal, but she exuded the most confidence. Her black hair wasn't as long as Crystal's, nor was it as straight, but her chocolate skin was more inviting, and her body more in proportion, she would tell herself. Really, she was just jealous of Crystal's chest. Despite her generous DD breasts, Laura often pined over Crystal's enormous chest. In fact, if she was truly honest with herself, she would realize her attraction to Crystal.

Still, whenever her jealousy got overwhelming, she just looked to the leader and Laura felt better. Haley was gorgeous, but certainly lacked the curves of her companions. Haley never said anything, but Laura had to wonder if Haley's flat chest gave her the same insecurities it brought out in Laura.

The girls would spend almost every weekend together. Laura and Haley would get other students to do their homework while Crystal had already finished hers. Their college was in a rural area and all three girls loved to explore the area around campus.

In fact, that was the reason they had found each other in the first place. All three happened to set off to go exploring the same day after the first week of classes. Haley and Crystal both tried to scare the others off using their finely tuned bullying skills while Laura had too much confidence to be pushed off just by some terrible words.

The three found respect for each other and while Laura had her doubts, it was the first time people had truly accepted her and not just been scared of her, so she stayed with her new friends, trying to ignore her awareness of how awful she was becoming.

Everybody was happy with Haley calling the shots. Laura wouldn't know what to do and Crystal didn't want the responsibility or spotlight and the role suited Haley perfectly.

It seemed to be a weekend like any other when it happened. The girls were all wearing tiny jean shorts and simple, differently coloured tank tops while roaming through the woods that they had deemed theirs.

In fact, after being annoyed the first time they found other students in the forest, they found that the privacy allowed for particularly cruel behavior.

One time they had stumbled on a pair of freshmen girls and pointed out their faults until they had run away leaving the Mean Girls to laugh until the other girls were out of sight.

Another time they taunted one poor student who was studying by himself until he cried, then they threatened to kick his ass unless he stripped naked. Although his penis was barely smaller than average and they knew it, the Mean Girls laughed at it, telling him no girl would ever want to fuck him and not be lying. Then they took his clothes and left him naked and alone.

"Don't follow us, or we'll fucking kill you!" Haley had yelled over her shoulder.

Soon they hoped to find others when they went exploring, but word of their actions spread and the Mean Girls found the forest increasingly abandoned.

This gave them a sense of pride, but it also made them a little bored.

"Let's go back to what we used to come in here for," suggested Crystal.

"What? Exploring? Seems less fun now," said Laura.

"Nah, she's right," said Haley, "we never got very deep."

And that's how the Mean Girls found the cave.

All three let an inescapable gasp loose from their perfectly formed lips. All three had childhood memories of exploring secret caves, and if somebody had seen them for just that moment, they wouldn't have believed the awful stories about them. 

"We have to go in there," whispered Crystal.

"No shit," said Haley. It was a favourite saying of hers, but the other two had never heard her say it with such wonder before.

Laura didn't say a word, but was first to take a step forward. The others followed her, marking the first time the group had ever been led by the beautiful black girl. Even Haley didn't seem to mind. They continued in silence into the cave, none of them daring to be the first to speak, just in case their words might break the magic.

Even as the light faded, the girls pressed forward without a word, all three instinctively raising their hands to trace the wall in order to find the way.

Five minutes passed. Ten. Laura suddenly thought of her cell phone as a light source. Why did it take her so long to think of that? Yet she didn't take it out of her pocket. Something about this cave made her not want to expose it to the digital glow of her phone. She had no idea it wouldn't have worked anyway.

Finally, the smallest of lights appeared ahead of the 19-year-olds.

"Look!" exclaimed Haley redundantly. Of course all three girls noticed it, but they didn't taunt her for the obvious remark like they normally would have. They just nodded, despite the darkness.

The light grew at a slow enough rate so that the girls' eyes had already adjusted by the time they arrived at the torches. There was a path forward, but all three stopped.

"Someone must live here. Who keeps these torches lit?" Asked Laura.

"Seems impractical," said Crystal.

"Shit, look at these markings," said Haley, who was on her bare knees, her face inches away from the cave wall.

The other two beauties followed her lead and examined their surroundings even closer. Indeed the small circular room they had arrived in was covered in tiny markings that only seemed visible from very close.

"Crystal?" Haley asked, implying that the blonde might have some idea about the origin of the markings.

"Nothing that I'm familiar with," the busty brainiac replied. 

"Aren't you fucking majoring in this cryptic shit?" Laura prodded.

"Yes, smartass, but it bares no similarities to any of it. Like. None."

"Yeah, it's weird. I don't think I could draw these symbols even while looking at them," said Haley.

The other girls were silent, but inside their heads they agreed with her. She was right, they seemed other-worldly. But since beginning to speak again, some of the mystique of the place had left, and the Mean Girls reverted slowly back to acting the way that gave them their name.

"Well fuck," started Laura, "let's take these torches and see what we can find, maybe somebody's hoarding loot down here or some shit."

Laura had already grabbed a torch and Crystal automatically stepped back to let Haley take the second one, which she did.

The Mean Girls gave each other looks that implied they were all ready to go deeper, and they did. But the moment they continued down the path, a voice came from behind them.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What the fuck?!" Crystal, the last in line, jolted around. "Where the hell did you come from, old man?"

Indeed there was now a man standing in the tiny room that the girls had just been occupying.

Haley stomped her way back from the head of the group and faced the old man. He just stood there, looking equal parts tired and smug. He looked at least 90-years-old and was hunched over a twisted walking stick.

"How did you follow us in here without us noticing, asshole?" She demanded.

"I didn't. I live in this room," was his tired reply.

"Bullshit, you old freak, we just spent 10 minutes studying this room. I don't care how many wars you've seen, but a pervert is a fucking pervert and you're not going to get to do any dirty old man shit to us just because you followed us down here. I have no problems hitting an old man."

The man just stared at Haley even after she finished her speech. Laura was next to push past Crystal.

"Even if you do live here, you creep, we're going to take whatever it is that you obviously don't want us to see."

"Fucking right," piped up Crystal from behind, "let's keep going, girls."

Haley grinned at the suggestion, her eyes still locked on the geezer in front of her. Her smile turned from excited to menacing before spitting on the old man.

"And don't you dare fucking follow us, you pervert. If you so much as look at my ass, I will take that cane from you and beat you with it."

Even Laura didn't wince at these words like she would have even a few months before. Instead, she just smirked and followed Crystal who had already continued down the path. Haley flashed a beautiful smile at the man before turning around and placing her hands over what she - and many others - considered to be her best physical attribute. The man didn't try to sneak a look, confident that he would get his chance shortly. Instead he just muttered to himself.

"I warned them. Did my job. Did my job just like I was told. Not going to miss out this time, are you, old man? Nono, these ones deserve what's coming to them. Yupyup, old Larry's going to get his this time. Even if she don't let me go, it might just be worth it, yes it might."

He continued this way long after the girls were out of earshot, but they hadn't been listening anyway. They were too excited now that there really did appear to be something of value in the cave.

"Shit, I wish we had brought water, I'm really fucking thirsty," Crystal complained.

"Who cares?" Laura replied. "We might be able to buy our own lakes of fresh water if there's enough kept down here."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, dumbass," said Haley, "Just because we dared disturb Methuselah's slumber doesn't mean this is the Cave of Wonders. Might just be where the creeper lives."

Maybe it was because Haley had just mentioned the imagery, but when the girls turned a corner and laid their eyes on the feast of riches in front of them, all the girls could think of was the memorable cave from Aladdin. In reality, the room was much smaller and didn't have any featured stone like in the popular cartoon. No such Pandora's Box. Just a room in a cave full of gold and jewels. 

Not one of the girls felt a chill up their spines. Not one had the old man's words echoing in their head. Not one felt guilt nor any sense of foreboding. They just crammed their pockets and bras with treasure. And when their limited space was filled, they took off their shoes and knee-socks and filled them all too.

They didn't speak to each other as they looted the place like it was old hat. Crystal got her brain back first.

"We'll leave and come back. We won't leave each other's sight. We'll bring bags and empty this place out."

Laura and Haley exchanged glances. It made the most sense. They didn't want to give every girl a fair share out of any altruistic motives, but rather because each girl was in the company of the only other people in the world they wouldn't mess with. Not out of love, but fear. The sort of fear that required respect. The only way the girls knew how to show respect.

After the silent agreement, Laura dumped her socks and shoes and replaced them on her feet.

"Since we're coming back," she said.

The others followed suit, but all three made no further effort to return any more gold. 

Eyeing each other, the stunning teenaged bullies slowly made their way out of the room, leaving behind the torches that had been snuffed out when Haley and Laura threw them to the ground in a greedy trance. Even Crystal hadn't questioned how the room had been lit after that happened.

The Mean Girls were all short of breath from excitement as they moved back through the cave, still eerily lit by unseen means.

"If that old asshole is still there, he's going to be really sorry about it," said Haley.

But sure enough, when the girls returned to the first room, he was still there, but now he was grinning wildly. His words became more clear as they got closer.

"-don't even remember what she looks like, so she can't haunt me anymore. Not in the same way. But here they come. Silly girls. Dumb stupid hotties. Idiot whores with their big mouths and young bodies. I think I was that young once. But years go faster and faster and faster. I wonder which one she'll let me fuck."

Haley was surprised she had let herself hear that much before breaking into a run toward the man. If he thought she was lying when she said she wouldn't hesitate to beat him, he had another thing coming. She roared and dashed full force at the ancient, hunched man, but he didn't flinch.

"HALT" came a voice from nothing.

"Heh heh heh," said the old man, "here she comes, girls."

Haley had indeed stopped. In mid-air. She was frozen with a face of rage, her body ready to strike. Only her eyes were able to move. Laura and Crystal had been watching Haley from the entrance, but their wicked smiles and aloof stances were unchanging as well.

Suddenly the air in the room grew thick. All three girls felt the treasure disappearing from their pockets and bras. Dense fog made it difficult to see and Haley found her body floating itself backwards until it was beside the other two frozen girls. They moved their eyes to look at each other as best they could, but soon the sight in from of them drew back their attention.

From the fog materialized a woman. If the girls could gasp, they would have, because excepting her completely white eyes, each girl saw herself slowly emerge from the fog. The figure did not need to open her mouth to speak.

"YOU WERE WARNED, WERE YOU NOT?"

The woman's words did not reverberate like most noises. There was no indication that actual sounds were being made, but to each girl, the voice was like screaming. There was no way to describe the silence that was also a scream, but it did not let up.

"NOW THAT YOU HAVE BROKEN INTO MY HOME AND BROKEN MY RULES, YOU ARE MINE TO DO WITH WHAT I WILL"

The old man could be heard chuckling somewhere.

"THIS ALSO MEANS I CAN SEE INTO YOUR HEARTS AND YOUR PAST"

Each girl felt like the woman was staring directly into their eyes.

"THERE IS SO MUCH DARKNESS. THERE IS SO MUCH HATE AND FEAR"

The girls, without noticing and including Haley, had sunken down to a seated position against the wall.

"THERE WILL BE PUNISHMENT"

It was Laura who first noticed she had regained the ability to speak.

"Who are you?"

"I AM LAURA ANNABELLE HAYES"

"Wa-wait, that's me. How do you know my name?"

"YOU'RE ASKING THE WOMAN WHO FROZE YOUR FRIEND IN MID-AIR AND MATERIALIZED OUT OF NOWHERE HOW SHE KNOWS YOUR NAME?"

Haley snickered.

"I AM NOW HALEY SMITH. NO MIDDLE NAME. I AM DARKNESS INCARNATE. I TORTURE UNTIL I FEEL LIKE I AM WORTH SOMETHING, BUT I AM NOT. I CANNOT DISOBEY ANYBODY"

"Wait, what?"

"THE FIRST PUNISHMENT HAS BEEN GIVEN"

Crystal felt a fire in her chest, but knew better than to speak against whomever this thing was.

"I AM A GODDESS, CRYSTAL MARGARET LEAH SIKES," the Goddess said, reading Crystal's mind.

"THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF THE WORLD ARE NOT LIKE ANYTHING WRITTEN. WE HAVE VERY GREAT, BUT VERY LOCAL POWER. YOU HAVE AWOKEN MINE"

"I did too," Old Man Larry said, still hidden by fog. The Goddess was apparently letting him speak. "Long ago. I was trying to find a way for me and my sister to survive. I found this cave and stole the gold, but I had no warning and so I was only sentenced to guard the room." His voice became giddy as he continued to speak, "The Goddess is even so kind as to let me be rewarded from time to time. I just stopped getting older when I hit this age, and I don't think I'm dying any time soon, so treats like these are all I have to live for."

Laura couldn't help herself.

"So then who did The Goddess appear as to you? Surely not as yourself?"

Old Man Larry laughed.

"Why would she appear as myself? She only ever appears as the most important woman in the beholder's life. I thought my sister had gone and got possessed. No idea what actually happened to her. Haven't seen outside this cave in more years than I can count."

All three girls finally started to feel the weight of what might happen to them.

"ALL THREE OF YOU WORRY, BUT YOU WILL BE RELEASED FROM THE CAVE. I ALREADY HAVE A GUARD."

Crystal couldn't take it anymore.

"Well come on now, Haley has her punishment, now what's ours?"

"SMART GIRL TO KNOW IT WILL BE DIFFERENT," said the Goddess. "I AM CRYSTAL MARGARET LEAH SIKES"

Crystal winced. She hated her full name and certainly never planned on ever letting Laura or Haley what it was.

"I AM CLEVER AND SLY. I LIKE TO PULL STRINGS. THERE IS NOBODY I WOULDN'T STAB IN THE BACK, AND THAT IS WHY I MAKE SURE TO NEVER BE IN THE FRONT."

Crystal shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of Haley's presence beside her.

"MY THIRST CAN NO LONGER BE SATISFIED BY WATER. IT WILL BE DRY ON MY LIPS. ONLY FRESH EJACULATE WILL SUSTAIN MY BODY"

As her stomach sank, Crystal mused that she never heard a less appealing description of a blowjob.

Haley couldn't help but react.

"What the fuck? What kind of sick perverted fuck are you? Who gave you ideas for these punishments? High school boys?"

"I THINK YOU'LL FIND I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH LESSONS TO GIVE," The Goddess replied. Then Old Man Larry laughed, as if The Goddess had said something to him.

"With pleasure, Gloria," he said. "Hey there now Haley, I think it's time you gave me a blowjob."

"Fuck that fucking shit!" The skinny teen shouted while standing up and moving toward Larry who had recently become visible through the fog. She got on her knees without hesitation in front of him.

"Oh fuck no, fucking shit no, there's no fuckin-mmmph," Haley's protests were silenced as she fished Larry's already hard penis out of his cloth pants and stuck it in her mouth.

"And no complainin', ya hear? I want you silent and eager like a good little whore, heh heh heh."

Crystal watched in horror as the leader of the Mean Girls instantly stopped making noise around Larry's dick and started dutifully bobbing her head up and down. But through her terror, she felt a small hint of sick pleasure. The Mean Girls had found strength in each other, but not strength of real friendship. Their interactions were plagued with resentment and malice and Crystal couldn't help but feel satisfied watching the usually unbreakable girl sucking on an old geezer's dick.

Laura, however, was too busy dreading her own punishment.


Mean Girls Ch. 01



"FINALLY," The Goddess started as Larry groaned from the teen's expert blowjob, "I AM LAURA ANNABELLE HAYES. I HAVE BEEN LED ASTRAY. BUT DO NOT TAKE TOO MUCH PITY IN ME. FOR NO MATTER MY PAST, MY PRESENT IS STILL DARK. ONLY OTHER PEOPLE CAN MAKE ME ORGASM. AND ONLY THROUGH BREAST AND NIPPLE STIMULATION. NOTHING ELSE WILL BRING ME SEXUAL PLEASURE. ALSO, MY BREASTS AND NIPPLES HAVE BECOME UNBEARABLY SENSITIVE. THE MORE I COVER THEM, THE MORE THEY WILL AROUSE ME. THE SMALLEST HUMAN TOUCH ON THEM WILL MAKE ME HORNY BEYOND WORDS."

Crystal shot a look to Haley, who appeared to be completely involved in her work on Larry's penis. But Crystal knew better. She knew Haley's mind was echoing her own in thinking that Laura got off easy from The Goddess' perverted punishments.. Maybe Laura's past DID make a difference. But Crystal didn't have time to muse on it much longer.

"IF I WERE YOU, CRYSTAL MARGARET, I WOULD SPEND LESS TIME FEELING JEALOUS AND MORE TIME DRINKING THE SPERM THAT IS ABOUT TO BE WASTED ON HALEY"

Suddenly Crystal knew The Goddess was right. She was just as thirsty as before, but it wasn't just the knowledge of her punishment that made her realize that it wasn't water she was thirsty for. Her body had changed. The blonde's huge 32G juggs bounced wildly as she shot up from her seated position and pushed Haley off the old man's dick.

"Get away!" She yelled, not connecting the fact that her words would be a command to Haley. Crystal locked her lips around Larry's wrinkled dick as Haley gratefully dashed out of the cave.

"IN ONE MONTH YOU WILL ALL BE SUMMONED BACK HERE," Haley heard as she ran, "AND YOU WILL BE GIVEN THE CHOICE TO HAVE YOUR PUNISHMENT REMOVED"

'Ha,' Haley thought, 'who would ever want to keep these horrible punishments? I'm getting the hell away from this school until that time is up. Nobody will ever know I have to obey them if Laura and Crystal don't know where I am.'

As Haley ripped out of the cave, Laura was ripping her t-shirt and bra off her body. She was writhing around from the torture of experiencing her new immense pleasure without any relief. She finally got herself topless, but the damage was done, she was blind with horniness. Her pussy was completely soaked, but The Goddess was right, touching her clit no longer brought herself any pleasure. It felt good to squeeze her own big chocolate breasts, but she couldn't bring herself over the edge.

Then she spotted Crystal just as Larry exclaimed in pleasure. She saw the busty blonde's eyes widen with disgust at the taste, but also saw her throat make the unmistakable motion of swallowing. Larry continued to moan and spurt his built-up seed into the teen's young mouth as Laura came up beside them. She grabbed Crystal's hand and tried to place it on her breast, but Crystal protested onto Larry's dick and pulled away, leaving the last two spurts to land in her hair and on one of her massive breasts that was spilling out of her tank top.

"Fuck, Laura! What's your fucking problem? I needed that jizz! I'm really thirsty and that wasn't close to a glass-full."

Larry laughed and Laura barely understood was Crystal was saying. She could only think about getting off. Everything else was irrelevant. She moved toward Crystal again.

"Fuck you!" Crystal yelled and kicked Laura in the stomach, sending her flying backward. Then the short blonde ran out of the cave, desperately trying to scrape any leftover cum off her body and hair and into her mouth.

'I can't believe it's the same fucking ratio,' she thought, 'I thought at least one load would equal one cup or something. I'm so fucking fucked."

Laura's head was still spinning. She barely knew where she was, much less what was happening. She saw Larry standing above her. Wasn't there a woman here before? It didn't matter, she needed to get off. It was the only thing that was important.

"Please," she yelled to Larry, "Please play with my boobs. I really really need you to knead my big fucking tits. Fuck them, slap them, I don't care, I need you to get me off with my boobs."

Larry just grinned.

"Lemme fuck you first, you bitch."

That sort of language would have never ever gone over with Laura before, but all she heard was somebody willing to strike a deal with her.

"Yes, yes of course, whatever you want, just make me cum, oh please please, fuck!"

Larry chuckled to himself again as he guided the gorgeous and busty black teen onto her hands and knees and removed her jean shorts. It was an easy task as Laura had already unzipped them earlier when she had played with her own pussy in vain. He groaned in pleasure as he entered the tight girl, then started muttering to himself.

"Seesee, yes, it paid off, Larry. You did good by the Goddess and maybe she'll bring you back your Gloria. Too bad she had to show up and make you remember what she looked like, dratdrat. At least she's letting me get back up again, nice Goddess. Being so good to her lowly guard."

Laura, who usually loved sex was getting no pleasure from the old man's cock which had grown two inches since he received a blowjob from Haley. She loved the feeling of her heavy breasts swaying as he pounded away, but she almost passed out from the lack of release.

"Pleeeasse! Please squeeze my titties!"

"Unh, unh," Larry grunted, "Only if you talk dirty, slut!"

"Squeeze my slutty tits, old man! Make this teen cum on your dick! I'll cum so fucking much if you just grope my fat boobs. They're double Ds, you know. Boys fucking love my tits and you can abuse them any way you want, just please fucking touch my tits!"

Larry was close anyway - he couldn't remember the last time he had struck jackpot with such a tight woman - and reached forward the moment he felt his balls boil.

"SHIIIIIIT!" The unlikely pair screamed in unison. Laura had never spasmed so much during an orgasm. Her entire body shook and her knees got bloody hitting up against the cave floor, but she felt too good to notice yet. Larry - despite his Goddess-gifted vitality - almost passed out from cumming again so hard after already unloading just minutes before.

Soon Larry was empty, but Laura continued to shake and scream, her orgasm unrelenting on her exhausted body. Larry pulled out to save himself injury and Laura didn't even notice. She continued to spasm even as she finally rolled on her back, her large breasts rolling around the top of her chest. She didn't notice Larry disappear, and she didn't remember passing out.



***In the next chapter, we find out if Haley gets away, and what Crystal and Laura do to cope with their punishments. Thanks for reading, and I welcome all thoughtful feedback, positive or negative.***



Mean Girls Ch. 02



***Hello all! Please note the category as it might help you avoid this story before you start reading it if it's not within your tastes. On that note, this story also has elements of Mind Control, Anal, NonConsent/Reluctance and a little Exhibitionist & Voyeur with foreshadowing of Incest/Taboo. If these are things you might enjoy or have an open mind to, then I really hope you like this story.***

***In the last chapter, Haley, Crystal, and Laura - three college freshmen known as the "Mean Girls" - stole from a cave that they were warned not to. They found out the hard way that the world is actually governed by gods and goddesses with great but local power. The goddess of the cave gave each girl an unique but equally perverted punishment. Haley become incapable of saying no, Crystal's body required fresh cum to survive instead of water, and Laura's breasts became unbearably sensitive; the slightest touch or failing to wear revealing clothing now sending her into a blinding lust. She also became only able to orgasm via breast stimulation and not through her own touch. When we last left our "heroes", Haley had been able to escape the cave a few minutes ahead of Crystal; both of them leaving Laura passed out inside. Please read Chapter 1 if you'd like further details!*** 

Crystal cursed herself for not wearing a sports bra as she held her extremely generous chest in place. Then again, she didn't know she'd be running like this today. She cursed again when she finally reached the exit and Haley was nowhere in sight. Haley was too smart to stay anywhere near the college and certainly anywhere near herself or Laura. And even if Crystal didn't have to deal with her super-sized boobs, Haley was way more in shape. With a headstart, there's no way Crystal could catch up to Haley. No, she would have to forget about Haley and consider her own problems. She had just swallowed the disgusting seed of an old man and was still thirsty. Unfortunately, it appeared as though the curse made it such that she needed as much cum as she would normally need water. How was she supposed to get that much if she wasn't allowed to store it up? Not that that would have appealed to her any more. It just would have been a bit more convenient.

It wasn't like Crystal didn't give blowjobs. She had her pick of terrified boys to bring back to her place whenever she felt horny, and giving head made her feel in charge; as strange as that sounded to some. But that was why she hated the idea now. She didn't want to need it. She wanted to make all the rules. She would just have to pretend that she was doing it for the reasons she normally did. The boys rarely asked questions and unlike Haley, Crystal wasn't required to honestly answer under the wrong circumstances.

Crystal had been right about Haley who had made a beeline for the farmland on the other side of the college. She had to cut straight through campus to get there, but her reputation served her well enough that nobody dared speak to her. They had no idea that she would be required to comply with anything they told her to do. Haley didn't even bother stopping by her dormroom. Too big of a risk. She tried to keep her cool and walk at an even pace, but even the most casual observers would have said that the leader of the Mean Girl's short black bob was bouncing more than usual that afternoon.

Haley couldn't remember the last time she felt so relieved as when she got to the wooden fence signifying the start of private property. She wasted no time in hopping the short barrier and breaking into a run across the field. Haley had done track in high school, but despite her still toned body, she was more out of shape than she was used to. Despite her aching muscles, she pushed herself farther. She would tell herself to run just one more property every time she reached the next one. Finally her legs screamed too loudly to ignore and she snuck into the closest barn. She climbed up into the loft and found a patch of hay that was out of sight from below. She had run all afternoon and although the sun was only just beginning to set, Haley passed instantly into a deep sleep.

Hours later and back in the cave, Laura was just coming to. She groaned as the memories came back to her. She was so desperate for release that she had let that old creep Larry fuck her on the hard cave floor. Her knees were bruised and she was still naked. The only upside seemed to be that she was alone.

Laura had thought she got the easy end of the punishments at the time, but she didn't know the extent to which her horniness would go. It had taken over her to the point where nothing else mattered. Her head was clear now, but she had a feeling that no matter how hard she tried to keep in control, if something triggered that lust, she would be helpless. 

She began to feel resentful of the other Mean Girls. Sure, she had been pretty awful this year, but it was their influence. She was a nice girl before that. Surely she didn't deserve this like Haley and Crystal did.

Crystal. Laura figured that Haley was halfway across the state by now, but Crystal had no reason to leave campus. In fact, with so many willing virile boys, it made way more sense for her to stay. Laura resolved to avoid her. It would only serve as a reminder of what put her in this position in the first place. Maybe she could have her punishment lifted sooner for good behavior. Not that a month was very long, but still. Best to avoid Crystal. Especially because Laura had molested her in a fit of lustful desperation.

Laura looked down at those chocolate giants. She was always proud of her DD tits ever since they grew out of nowhere in tenth grade. It was only when she compared them to Crystal's massive boobs and this very moment when she felt anything but positive things toward her young mounds of flesh.

The Goddess told her that the more clothing she wore, the more horny she would get and her escapades last night proved that. Wait, last night? Yesterday? Two days ago? With only torchlight to go off of, Laura had no idea how much time had passed. She wasn't as crazy about school as Crystal, but she still wanted to pass and if she missed a day, it means she hadn't bullied anybody to taking notes and doing work for her.

She found her clothes that were thankfully still in the small cave room. She tentatively slipped her thong and jean shorts back on, and lifted her bra off the ground and looked at it. It wasn't the most revealing bra she had, but it was still a bra for fuck's sake. That wouldn't set off the curse, would it? She had given up hope of putting her t-shirt back on in any form, but a bra seemed reasonable. It would be embarrassing enough to walk around like that, and that's if it didn't get her in trouble with faculty.

She did up the clasp in front of her and twisted the bra around.

"Here goes nothing," she said out loud and pulled the straps up around her shoulders, letting her big boobs nestle into the slightly larger cups. Laura felt nothing at first but didn't claim victory yet. Sure enough, she started to feel a faint tingling sensation between her legs.

"Not so bad," she reassured herself, "I can manage this."

She picked up her t-shirt and stuffed it in her pocket. She wasn't about to let that old man do who-knows-what with her clothing even if she couldn't wear it herself. She slowly walked toward the exit and her stomach sank as the heat between her legs grew more intense. She propped herself against the wall and closed her eyes, waiting and dreading how intense the lust would grow. It swelled, but didn't reach the point of losing control. Laura waited for a minute, trying to get used to that level of horniness. When she finally felt ready, she let her hand off the wall and almost fell over.

"Goddamn," she said out loud.

"Heh heh, don't you mean 'damn the Goddess'?"

Shit. It was Larry.

"Go away, old man."

"Tsk tsk, I thought you would be a little nicer after your punishment. Or after our little session, heh heh heh, yesyes."

Laura tried to soften. "Look, you had your fun. You helped me out with my, er, problem. But I need to get back to my life and survive a month of embarrassment, so if you don't mind."

"Oh I wouldn't mind helpin' you out again, young lady. You're the prettiest gal I've stuck my willy inside since I last saw my beautiful Gloria."

"Wasn't Gloria your sis-" Laura started but then thought better than to probe, "never mind. I think you've helped enough, thank you."

"Are you sure?" The ancient man said, hobbling his way over to the beautiful and busty black teen. Laura couldn't help but remember that he seemed far more able-bodied when he had fucked her earlier. "'Cause you seem to be havin' a hard time walking," he continued, "I'm sure you'll get used to it, but a little release wouldn't hurt, hehheh."

Laura clenched her muscles and tried to ignore the unscratchable itch between her legs. Based on her experience yesterday, it was too late to try and disrobe to undo the sensation. She didn't want to give Larry the pleasure of her bare breasts again either. She gathered all her strength and stood up straight without the support of the wall, hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt. Larry grinned and said nothing until he was right beside her.

"I was there too when you got your punishment, my chesty pretty," he said, then he lifted a wrinkled hand to Laura's snug cleavage.

"Don't you dar-ohhhhhh," moaned Laura the moment Larry's skin made contact. His touch on her tit worked instantly. It filled her body with warmth but also made her shiver. The resilient voice in her head shrunk away. She tried to bring it back, but Larry had begun squeezing her breast aggressively, wriggling his hand under the fabric of her bra and pinching her rock hard nipples between two knuckles. She knew she would be lost to the lust soon, but resisted until the very last second to give herself the illusion of control. When her last resistant thought passed through her mind, the pleasure became too much too take and her knees gave out and she fell on her ass on the cave floor. She was now lost to the lust.

"Oh please, Larry, you got me so close to cumming, play with my titties some more please Larry!" Laura had scrambled to a kneeling position and had pushed her bra back down to her stomach and was now cupping her young, large breasts together. Not that the young flesh needed much help staying high on her chest, but her eager cupping did make them somehow appear larger, one fleshy mound crashing into another, creating willing and slutty waves on her skin.

"I don't know," the old man teased, "you didn't seem so eager before."

"What do you want? I'll do whatever you want. Whatever you want!" Laura was writhing around on her knees, oblivious to the further damage she was doing to them. Larry grinned down at the teen and he dropped his cane and appeared to grow almost a foot as he straightened his back.

"I want you to talk about how beautiful you think I am. I want you to compliment me and beg me to fuck you in the ass."

"Then you'll play with my big boobies?"

"If you do a good job."

"Oh thank you!" Laura exclaimed, as if Larry was doing her an incredible favour. She kneeled as upright as she could and continued to knead her own abundant titflesh; the only method she had to cling to any semblence of sanity. "You are so beautiful, Larry. You're not just hot for an old man, you're the hottest hunk I've ever seen. I've had all sorts of chisled men fuck my pretty asshole, but if you did, you'd be the best. I can't believe how I didn't notice how fucking hot you were before."

Larry expected more resistance, considering that Laura wasn't technically under any mind control, but he wasn't complaining. He dropped his canvas pants. "Now compliment my cock, you slut."

Laura's inner voice had come back, if only barely. It was shocked at all the words coming out of her mouth, and definitely reacted to Larry's crude words. But the inner voice was nothing compared to the volcano between her legs, so she complied. Plus, she had to admit, it was a beautiful cock. Must have been help from the Goddess.

"Larry, I didn't know old men could have such giant cocks! I want it to split me open, I want you to put it wherever you want. I want that dick to be my master. I've never had such a big and beautiful dick before. Holy shit, is it growing?"

It was. Larry silently thanked the Goddess. Laura's further punishment was his reward. Laura wanted to turn around and pull open her asscheeks for Larry, but she was too scared of what would happen if she stopped playing with her own breasts. It didn't look like Larry would be able to hold out much longer, so she gave a final push.

"Please, you gorgeous stud, ram that giant dick into my little teen asshole. Fuck your whore," Laura begged to the great dismay of her inner voice. Her pussy had completely soaked through her jean shorts and so Laura took the risk of removing her hands from her fleshy funbags to rip off her bottoms as quickly as possible. The lack of breast stimulation almost knocked her out, so she couldn't even get her shorts and panties off her ankles before needing to return her hands to her needy tits. She twirled on one knee and let her head rest against the cave wall, presenting her shapely butt to the geezer while being able to still squeeze her own boobs.

It was too much for Larry, who couldn't believe his luck. The Goddess had given him a few gifts over the many decades he had spent as her guardian, but this past day had been the most fun he could remember in a while. He didn't want to admit it to the teen, but it was Larry's first time trying anal sex and the sight of the 19-year-old's tight ass sticking up for him didn't let him hesitate. He didn't bother lubbing up his now 11-inch dick on the girl's pussy juice and just started pushing into Laura's ass. 

Laura loved sex but had always been lukewarm on anal. She got into it if the guy was really into it, but mostly she did it for the guy's pleasure and not for hers. And the fact that the curse only allowed her sexual pleasure through her breasts combined with Larry's huge prick made the experience very unpleasant. Yet, because she was so turned on from the previous titplay, she felt a very strange mix of pain and pleasure which she had not felt before. She bit her lip and made no noise, but Larry didn't seem to care. He had plenty of precum that was slowly starting to lube the tight passage and he was thrusting more forcefully.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight! Tell me you're a whore, girl!"

Laura said nothing.

"Girl! I told you to say something! Do you want me to touch your slutty tits after this or not?"

"Yes, yes please I want you to touch them," she managed.

"Then tell me what you are!" Larry grunted, barely able to hold back his orgasm.

"I'm, uh, a whore."

"WHOSE whore?!" Larry yelled.

"Your whore! Your slutty busty whore!" She yelled, mostly in frustration, but that was good enough for Larry who began spurting wildly inside the girl's ass. Laura bit her lip and pressed her head harder against the wall to stop from further bumping. Her hands still grabbed furiously at her own chest.

"Oohhhh shit! Shitshitshit! Sorry Gloria! Oh fuck! This is the hottest slut I've ever fucked! Shit!" And with that, Larry blasted his final burst of cum from his large load into the tight teen and then passed out backwards.

It took Laura a second to realize what happened, her asshole still burned with pain and she felt dirty all over while somehow maintaining an almost unbearable level of horniness.

"Fuck!" She yelled, and scrambled over to the man. He had a habit of appearing and disappearing without warning, so Laura did the only thing she could think of doing. She grabbed Larry's hand and brought it up to one of her round globes. She pressed both her hands over his and forced the passed out man to grope her fleshy tit. Laura's inner voice got in one small self-deprecating jab about how pathetic she must have looked before she shuddered into a massive orgasm. It wasn't satisfying as much as it was necessary. Her hips shook violently as she knelt before the ancient passed out man, his hand still held to her young breast. Laura was well aware that the first orgasm she had under the curse had been strong enough to make her pass out. And while this one was less pleasurable, it was even stronger, so Laura did her best to maintain her conciousness as she rode out the final wave of spasms. To her credit, she lasted much longer than the first time, but her willpower still wasn't enough, and the naked busty teen collapsed on top of the man who she figured was at least four times her age.

At that exact moment, Crystal was gulping down the load of a boy named Robbie. He was two years older than Crystal, but he was still one of the many boys she had wrapped around her finger, and she knew from the past that he produced exceptionally large loads. Although now that her body required it, the amount felt underwhelming. It had been over 12 hours since she escaped the cave and staying alive via blowjobs was already starting to feel like a full-time job. 

"W-wow," said Robbie, "you didn't swallow last time."

"Shut up," the innocent-looking blonde said, "did I say you could talk?"

"U-uh, no I guess," Robbie stammered.

"Then shut the fuck up. I just sucked your dick, so you don't get to say anything," she said. Then Crystal wrapped her cushiony lips around the boy's thick cockhead one last time and sucked as hard as she could. Robbie bit his tongue. It was sensitive so soon after cumming, but he was terrified of the tiny, stacked blonde. She stood up after deciding he was completely spent and wrapped her sweater tightly over her chest. It covered her cleavage, but with 32G breasts on a slim figure not much taller than 5 feet, there was no way to hide how busty she was. "Now get out of my room, you perv. I can't believe you agreed to get a blowjob before 8am."

"But you-" Robbie couldn't help but protest.

"I was just proving how pathetic you are. Get the fuck out of my room, you ugly piece of shit."

Robbie's face drained and he pulled up his pants and dashed out of the room as fast as he could. Crystal felt no remorse. After all, she was the victim of this stupid curse. Plus, Robbie was a stud. Her petty insults wouldn't cut deep. It was because he was so good-looking that she had to cut him down to size.

"I guess that's my new morning glass of water," she resigned to herself. She was still thirsty, but she had to ration. Despite the power she had over both men and women, college students would still gossip and it wouldn't be long before a few things became obvious. Two of them would be devastating to Crystal's reputation and she knew it. The first was the separation of the Mean Girls. Haley was gone - maybe for good - and Crystal had no interest in seeing Laura again until the month was up. She had left the girl alone in that awful cave with a dirty old man, for god's sake. The second was the now inordinate number of blowjobs she was going to have to perform just to survive. Crystal knew there were other ways to coax out a load of cum, but since it was going down her throat anyway, a blowjob was the most efficient. Especially because the cruel and busty blonde was very good at giving head and she knew it.

Out of desperation, Crystal had attempted to drink water the night before. It was beyond strange to have water dry out her mouth and fill her stomach without refreshing her in any way. She had never loved the taste of cum before, so she hated the way she craved it now. The taste still wasn't pleasant - although Robbie had tasted better than Ted the night before and certainly better than Larry in the cave - but it was refreshing on her tongue and in her stomach. It was still heavier than water, and still lingered on her tongue and in her throat, but she now felt rejuvenated by it. She figured that was the Goddess' plan: to rewire her brain, but Crystal knew she only had to last a month. She could do that.




Mean Girls Ch. 02



The student body would never figure out that she literally needed cum, but after enough blowjobs they would be able to figure out she wanted them for some reason. Even if they just figured she had turned into a cockwhore with no explanation. But that wouldn't be enough to get boys to turn her down, would it? Then it suddenly dawned on her. It was just one month. She'd find a guy who came buckets, pretend to be into him for that time, blow him to kingdom come for thirty days, dump the stupid curse then dump the stupid guy. People would be skeptical, sure, but a lifetime of manipulation made Crystal feel confident in her acting abilities. 

"I'll have to make sure it's an open relationship too," she mused out loud, "can't be too safe."

Then she and her massive boobs bounced off to class, satisfied with her plan. 

Just then, miles off, Haley woke up to the sound of two loud voices.

"I tells ya, Jim, I saw something come in here last night!"

"Then why didn'tsyou check it out then, Hank?"

"Oh c'mon now," whined Hank, "you know I'm scared of the dark, Jim. Yous know that!"

"I ain't never heard of a farmer boy scared of no darkness before. Hank, yer a pansy."

Haley had to shake her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She knew she had chosen a college in the middle of nowhere, but she didn't think anybody actually talked the way these two talked.

"Well I'm telling you, Jim, I saw somebody come in here! A stowaway or summat"

The one apparantly named Jim laughed loudly. "Hank, fella, there ain't nobody in these parts but you, me, Papa, and Bessy-Mae. See now, listen. Hey there! Anybody in here?!"

Haley froze, completely unsure if she would involuntarily answer. But no words came, and she exhaled her relief as quietly as possible. It wasn't a direct command, just a question. And nobody had told her to answer honestly.

"See, Hank!" Laughed Jim, "You were always the stupid little brother. Get back to work!" Then Haley heard Jim leave the barn, but Hank wasn't satisfied. She closed her eyes, as if it would make Hank go away.

"I know you're here, vermin! I saw you! Come on out now!"

Shit. A command. Haley felt her heart sink and her legs move. Her mind protested violently, but within a matter of seconds, she had made her way down from the loft and stood in front of Hank. He was younger than she expected, but he was a walking cliché otherwise. He wore a straw hat and overalls and was unshaven. Haley figured he may have been a handsome guy if he knew the first thing about fashion or hygiene. He looked completely shocked at the sight of such a thin and beautiful girl. Haley figured she had to act fast.

"Sorry to scare you, handsome, just needed to crash the night. I'll be out of your hair now!" Flashing a big fake smile, Haley kissed the young man on the cheek, desperately holding back a wince, then jogged her way out of the barn, praying to nobody that Hank would be stunned enough to not react in time.

"Wait!" He said, just as she was about to turn the corner out of the barn. She instantly stopped moving. "What's a pretty lady like you doin' in a place like this? You in some kinda trouble or somethin'?"

Haley tried to move, not entirely sure what all the rules of her curse were, but stayed in place. She said nothing.

"It's okay now," said Hank softly, misinterpreting Haley's still silence for fear, "you can tell me. Hank's not gunna hurt you. Be honest now, why are you here?"

"I'm running away from school," Haley heard herself say, her heart sinking deeper by the second.

"What's that? Turn around so I can hear you."

Haley did as she was told.

"I'm running away from school," Haley repeated.

"You mean the college down yonder?" Asked Frank. "Jeez, that's a long way, girl! Everything alright?"

"No," Haley answered honestly.

"Well can I help?"

"I don't think so," Haley answered honestly.

"Let me at least make you some food. Are you hungry?"

"Yes," Haley answered honestly.

"Well that settles it! I'll make you some good ol' bacon and eggs, how does that sound?"

"Fattening," said Haley.

"Hey now," said Hank," it's not like you couldn't do with a little fattening up! You're a skinny little thing and flat as a board!"

"Fuck you!" Haley snapped, "do you always comment on strange girls' bodies like that, you stupid hick?" Haley felt satisfied knowing her requirement to answer honestly didn't mean she had to be kind. Her victory was short-lived, however.

"Woah, be nice now," said Hank, "I meant no offense. Sorry 'bout that, sometimes I talk without thinking. Jim tells me that all the time. Just wait here and I'll bring you breakfast. Sorry again, miss."

"Not at all," she said sweetly, "thank you!"

Hank grinned and ran off. If Haley wasn't so used to putting down everybody she came in contact with, she may have found Hank to be sweet aside from his rude comment. But as it was, she felt nothing but pure hatred for the young farmer and certainly didn't appreciate now having to be nice to him. She found herself able to move, but unable to leave the barn. Her body simply didn't let her. It was like a normal person attempting to fly. No matter how badly she wished or wanted it, she simply couldn't do it. She sat on the ground and felt sorry for herself instead.

Soon she heard footsteps.

"My, that was fast!" Haley said so kindly that even she didn't recognize her own voice. But it wasn't Hank who turned the corner. It was an older fatter version of Hank that Haley assumed was Jim. Haley was almost relieved that now she could be mean again. Or so she thought.

"Well you must be Jim!" The raven-haired beauty almost sang, "You're just as handsome as your brother."

Haley's mind went haywire as it dawned on her that Hank had told her to be nice as a blanket statement.

"And yer just as pretty as Hankyboy said you was. Not a liar for once in his life!"

"Oh well thank you!" Haley said before wondering if puking in her mouth would be considered not nice. Jim patted his sizable belly while Haley looked sweetly at him, wondering why a farmer wasn't more fit. This fatass probably made Hank do all the work. Hank seemed stupid, but he at least looked to be in shape. Jim started running his eyes up and down Haley's body and she tried more desperately than ever to will herself free of the curse. Jim would be bloody and face down by now if he tried looking at Haley like that if it wasn't for Hank's order to be nice. Haley was an angry girl, but she couldn't remember the last time she was more angry as she felt her face smiling vapidly at the disgusting leering man in front of her.

"Like what you see, huh?" Jim asked.

"Oh yes," said Haley, nodding like an idiot. She figured answering honestly was out the window now. Did the nice thing override that? The least the Goddess could have done was given her a rulebook on the stupid curse. Just a day ago, she had been the strong leader of a gang of Mean Girls who ran a small college in just their freshman year. Now it looked like this gross farmer was going to be able to do things that Haley would have put him in the hospital for trying before.

"Well c'mon now," Jim said, "my stupid little brother is making you some food, so the least you can do is be nice to yer kindly hosts! Take off that shirt and shorts. Lemme see if yous one of them sluts with matching underwear."

Haley, screaming internally the entire time, did as Jim said and did it with a smile on her face. Jim couldn't believe his eyes.

"That's more like it! A gal who knows how to be grateful! Nice and skinny unlike stupid ol' Bessie Mae. Papa likes her big ol' tits, but I don't need 'em. I got enough fat for the both of us!" Jim guffawed as Haley completed her strip. She was indeed wearing a black thong with a matching lacy bra. Haley was hating every second, but there was a small part inside of her that felt vindicated that this farmer liked her tiny chest. She knew better than to ever let Crystal or Laura know, but she was always incredibly jealous of their heaving racks.

"Thank you, Jim," she said, "you're so sweet!"

"Oh mercy," said Jim, licking his lips, "you're just ready to go, aren't ya? I gotta say that I've been gettin' pretty sick of just fuckin' stupid Bessie." The man then unceremoniously unhooked his overalls and pulled down his underwear, revealing a huge dick already at full-mast. "D'you like big dicks, girlie?"

"The bigger the better," said Haley, being both nice and honest at once. She found Jim revolting, and hated the way he talked and the nickname 'girlie', but she couldn't deny that he had a beautiful cock. It was thick and long and had just the right curve to it. Haley, like Laura, was close to being a sex-addict but in all the dicks she had seen and sucked and fucked, Jim's had to be in the top ten. As loathe as she was to admit it to herself, she felt a growing desire to fuck the gross man in front of her.

"Har har! That's what I like to hear! Bend over and take off the slutty thong, whore. I'm gunna pound you into tomorrow!"

Unlike Laura, Haley actually had a predisposition to dirty talk, although she usually preferred doing the talking. She hated herself for it, but she felt her shaved pussy start to moisten. Either way, she had no choice but to do what the man said. Jim looked to be 40, but considering how young Hank looked, Haley assumed he was actually closer to 30. Haley had the most beautiful face of the Mean Girls and was almost always 'the hottest girl I've ever fucked' in stories told by the men involved in her one night stands. She always had her pick, and her pick was always young. Whether he was in his 30s or 40s, Jim was likely the oldest guy to enter the tight teen.

"Here goes, slut!" Jim roared before plunging his massive rod into Haley's tiny snatch.

"Oh shiiiit!" Yelled Haley.

"Yer damn right 'shit', you hot babe," Jim said, latching his thick hands around the sides of Haley's ass like a vice and beginning to pump furiously.

"Fuck that feels gooooood!" Haley cooed.

"Damn straight!" Replied Jim, "fucking whore!"

"Mmm yeah," Haley let escape.

"So you agree?" Jim said enthusiastically, "Tell me more."

"I'm your tight whore, Jim! Fuck this teen slut!" Haley didn't know what was a command or not anymore. She was now lost in the pleasure of being impaled on the farmer's huge prick.

"Yous a freshman? Shit!" Panted Jim, railing the short-haired slut quickly yet clumsily, "Can't believe I'm fucking me a hot college freshman!"

Haley couldn't believe it either, and her pleasure was disturbed by the feeling of Jim's gut slapping against her ass. She wanted to tell him that it felt fucking disgusting, but found herself unable to. She was angry, resentful, grossed out, and in esctasy all at once. She tried to focus all her attention on the perfect dick as it thrust into her. She pushed her face into the hay that her arms were resting on and tried to forget who it was that was screwing her brains out. Her mind settled on Mike, a gorgeous black man she met at a small club in town. Jim's dick was bigger, but Haley could pretend. She pictured Mike's handsome face and screamed into the hay as the cock continued to stretch her teen cunt.

"Gunna cum, whore! Beg for my cum, whore!"

Haley was broken from her fantasy just before reaching orgasm herself and she was crudely reminded of the man who was actually pounding her as she obeyed the command.

"Please please load me up with your hot farmer cum! Clog this whore with your thick jizz! Fill my little pussy up and make it explode with the sperm from your huge fucking cock!"

Jim let out a disgusting yell and let loose inside the teen. Haley had had her fair share of big loads blasted into her pussy, but this was one of the biggest she could remember. She actually felt the pressure against her insides and could feel the farmer's cream quickly fill the tight walls. Jim grabbed her sides and rammed her body into his dick one last time and let out a final holler. Haley pressed her face even harder into the hay, unable to tell if she was horrified or satisfied. Well, no, she couldn't be satisfied, she figured. The ugly bastard hadn't let her cum.

Jim put his hands on Haley's ass and pushed, allowing his shrinking but still oversized dick to be slowly unwedged from Haley's tiny pussy.

"Well sheeet!" He exclaimed, "I was gunna cum on yer back, but I gave ya what you asked fer!" Haley just collapsed on the ground, cursing her own dirty talk, but saying nothing. "Hope you stay for a good while!" He added, "see ya!"

Haley was allowed a groan, and flopped over to her back, taking in the insane events of the morning. After a few minutes, Hank timidly stepped into the barn with a tray containing a large breakfast. He looked completely disheartened.

"Um, here's your breakfast, miss," he said, placing it on the ground in front of her, "sorry again." Then he ran out. If Haley remembered what it was like to have normal feelings, she probably would have felt bad. As it was, she groaned again and slowly made her way to the food.

***In the next chapter, we find out how Crystal's plan starts to work out, how Haley deals with her new home, if Laura ever escapes the cave, and if any of the Mean Girls attempt to contact each other. Thanks for reading, and I welcome all thoughtful feedback, positive or negative.*** 



Mean Girls Ch. 03



Laura woke up to the smell of chicken noodle soup so delicious that for a moment she believed she was back at her grandmother's house, staying at home sick. She smiled and tried to pull the covers over her, but that's when she realized that there were no covers. There wasn't even a bed. Her eyes shot open and everything horrible came rushing back to her. She was still on the cold hard floor of that awful cave where she and her friends received their perverted curses.

Laura scoffed. Friends. As if. They had all abandoned each other without a second thought, and even worse - in Laura's opinion anyway - is that she wasn't surprised by it. She had been corrupted over the course of the semester. She was once a sweet and confident girl, able to go after what she wanted without pushing people out of her way to get there. She knew she had to stop blaming Haley and Crystal for her transformation. The choices she had made were her own and she had been paying for it in the extreme for as long as she had been in the cave.

"It's been a week, dear girl," a voice came from the dark, causing Laura to sit up straight despite her extremely stiff and bruised body.

"Goddammit, Larry, give me a break, will you?"

The old man wobbled his way into the light and sat down, looking more tired and feeble than Laura had ever seen him.

"I'm not gunna fuck you again, my pretty, not today," he said. Laura tried not too gag at the thought, remembering how her curse had caused her lust to overtake her when she either wore too much clothing or had her sizeable DD bust touched by somebody else. She had begged the old man to get her off and he had abused her cursed lust to have his way with her twice, including in her ass. Laura knew the man was cursed too, but no amount of sympathy could console her. He seemed sincere, however, and she let her guard down enough to talk to him.

"Is the soup from you?" The beautiful teen inquired.

"Sorta," said Larry, "I wish for stuff all the time down here, but I never know when it's gunna come true."

"Okay," Laura started, confused, but not particularly interested in getting too deep into conversation with Larry in case he changed his mind.

"It'll be safe to eat," he said anyway, "and likely tasty as shit, y'know. You've been eatin' her food all week. Out like a light for much of it," he continued, looking guilty as he said it.

"Yeah. Thanks," Laura said, avoiding the old man's eye and suddenly deciding to grab the soup and gulp it down, not even testing the temperature first. It was perfect, hwoever, and she felt inordinately refreshed afterward. Not even caring that she was still naked in front of Larry, Laura made her way over to one of the cave walls and sat up against it, deciding to take advantage of her mind that was finally both conscious and clear of lust. Larry didn't move, but kept his gaze on her. She ignroed him, but found it hard to concentrate as he continued to stare.

"Yer starting to look like her," Larry said, his old man eyes growing wider as he admired the young woman's attractive features and curvy body, "I know it don't make much sense, 'cause Gloria wasn't a, y'know..."

"A black girl?" Laura snapped, amazed that even in a magical cave, she came across people who just had to point out her skin colour.

"Yeah!" Said Larry, obliviously, happy that she seemed to be noticing his presence again. 

"I'm not your sister, Larry. I'm a college student who was an unbelievable bitch for a semester and because of that, I'm now stuck in a cave with an old man who abused the curse placed on me so that he could use me to get himself off. Unless that is somehow also a description of your precious Gloria."

Larry was quiet for a moment. "Y'know, I don't really remember."

Laura pushed down the drop of sympathy she felt by remembering the way Larry forced her to dirty talk his way to blowing an old man load deep in her asshole.

"Tough shit, Larry," she said instead, "I think I'm just going to go back to my dorm."

"Aren't you forgetting somethin'?" He cackled, sounding much more like the pervert she had first met. Laura rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm naked and cursed, I know. I'll sneak back into my room at night. Plus, better to have to fuck a hot guy at school because of my curse than your old man dick again."

"Best be careful, girl," Larry snarled, "I'm not a man you want to upset,"

"Yeah, so what? Didn't you say you were going to lay off today? Can't I be mad because of this shitty situation?"

"How do you think I feel?" Larry roared, standing up, and gaining height and strength as he spoke, "you try losing the only person you love to live in a cave for hundreds of years with practically no human contact!"

"Sorry," Laura mumbled, "still doesn't stop you from being a sick pervert."

"I guess not," the old man chuckled, hunching back over and looking his age again. Although did he say hundreds? Laura shuddered as she thought about the way he fucked her. He had had such strength and virility, more youthful than some of the guys her age that she fucked. She pushed the thoughts down. She needed to get out of the cave.

"I'm leaving now," is all she said.

"Heh heh heh, okay," Larry replied, "but you've got a friend in me, my pretty. Don't forget that you've got a lot in common with this old man."

"Sure sure," Laura said, barely listening as the thought of the outside world had brought back some of her life. "See ya in three weeks, old man," she said, referring to when the goddess of the cave said she would gather the three girls again, allowing them the choice to remove their punishments. She stood up, her heavy tits bouncing and swinging with her swift movements, and found her way to the exit, remembering that the path away from the torches was the way out. She could swear she heard Larry crying as she left the cavern room.

*************

Haley poked her head into the house. Jim had usually woken her up by this time to plow her with his monster cock and she was suspicious. She had been stuck at this farmhouse and living in the barn for the whole week she had been cursed so far, although they still didn't know that it was their commands that had been keeping her there. The goddess of the cave had ordered Haley to be unable to say no, and she was learning the details of what that meant during her forced stay. She had already grown to look forward to Jim's visits, however. He was out of shape and stupid and lazy, but he was somehow an amazing fuck, and not just because of his giant dick. Haley knew it was dangerous to enjoy anything that was a result of her punishment, but she still had plenty of hatred to go around, so she saw nothing wrong with enjoying getting regularly fucked. This morning, however, Jim hadn't woken her up with his usual crude dick slap and she went sneaking into the farm house to find him, forgetting to see if she could escape first, still not entirely aware of what commands had a hold over her.

"Hello?" she called, her silky voice misrepresenting her murky personality. She could hear voices upstairs and let herself in, closing the door behind her. She had actually yet to go in the house and fully believed that Jim was keeping her a secret from his father and a girl named Bessie Mae that he always referred to disdainfully. Haley figured she was Jim's stepmother, although it sounded like Hank and Jim were free to have their way with her. There was Hank too, but Jim seemed to have full control over him. Haley smirked at this. She could appreciate somebody who used fear to control others. Hank was weak and Haley had learned to hate him far more than his older brother. Jim was uglier, lazier, and stupider, but he was obviously in control. Hank was spineless and soft, and he was the one to accidentally trap her here in the first place to boot. 

Haley padded her way up the stairs, noticing the cliched farmhouse decor with pastel colours and homey decorations, her ears perking up at the sound of Jim's drawling voice. Haley was so disconnected from her emotions that she didn't even recognize the butterflies in her stomach as she thought about fat ugly Jim and his amazing cock. She followed her ears and as she got closer, she was definitely able to make out both Jim and Hank arguing in their usual way.

"Dad's gotta know sometime there, Jim," Hank stammered.

"Does he? The ol' coot jus' lazes around these days, let us have our fun."

"But aren't ya doin' that right now?"

"Aw, ol' Bessie Mae doesn't count, ain't dat right, slut?"

Haley's stoamch sunk as she heard a muffled moan of agreement. She had reached the door and planned on listening in on the conversation, but she burst into the room without thinking at that moment.

"What the fuck?!" she shouted at the sight in front of her. Hank was sitting contritely on a chair across from Jim who was seated on a bed. On her knees in front of him was what Haley assumed to be Bessie Mae. She was fully naked, and didn't take her round face off of Jim's giant dick, even with the noise. Bessie Mae was a very large girl, but even Haley was struck by her. Of course the former leader of the mean girls had a thousand insults flood into her mind at the sight of the girl's rolls of fat, but deep down, Haley knew that this girl was hot. Some girls, like Haley, were meant to be twigs and some girls, like Bessie Mae, were meant to be massive. What also surprised Haley was that Bessie Mae looked to be not much older than her. Her young face was bright and clear as it bobbed up and down gratefully on Jim's stiff cock, his legs smothered by the girl's unbelievably giant breasts.

"Oh hey there, girlie," Jim said, grinning up at Haley, "missin' my big dick already? Bessie Mae here unnerstands that."

Haley's eyes grew huge as Bessie Mae moaned in agreement, unable to come to terms with how upset the sight made her. Hank averted his eyes.

"No you dumb hick," Haley snarled, suddenly realizing in horror that if she had the ability to talk back, then she probably had had the ability to escape before she snuck in the house, "I was just about to leave."

She knew it was a mistake the moment she said it.

"Aw hell no," Jim said, "not affer all we done fer ya! Don't tell me yer mad jus' 'cause I got ol' Bessie Mae hooked back on my cock."

"You said you didn't like her!" Haley screamed, telling herself that her reaction was just a cause of extreme stress.

"Hell, I'll say anythin' when I'm horny, ain't that right, Bessie?" Jim said as Bessie gave out a gutteral moan and impressively sunk her face right into Jim's crotch, making his entire monster cock disappear. "Don't tell me ya thought I'd be happy wit jus' yer li'l boy body," the fat man laughed, his gut resting on Bessie Mae's head. Haley felt like crying and she didn't know why.

"You fucking prick," she said, "if you think I'm not going to tear your eyes out in two seconds, you got another thing coming."

"Jus' shut up and suck my brother's dick, won't cha?" Jim said, "the poor fuck's been so sad that you ain't taken a shine to 'im. No complainin', ya hear?"

But Haley had already sunken to her knees in front of Hank and was in the process of removing his pants, the command taking full control of her body, while her mind roared in protest. She just wanted Jim's monster cock. No, she just wanted to escape. No, she wanted to find that cave goddess and rip her to pieces. Wait, was that really the size of Hank's dick? How was he related to Jim and his perfect man meat? Hank was rock hard, but couldn't have been longer than three inches and it wasn't very thick to make up for it either. Still, she had been commanded to shut up and suck it, so she had no choice. The gorgeous angry teen stuffed the whole thing in her beautiful mouth and started to perform one of her expert blowjobs.

"She good, ain't she?" Jim said as Hank seemed to have no idea what to do. He was in obvious pleasure, but he also seemed terrified of Haley, not wanting his first sexual contact with her to be this way. "She gets all mad an' shit, but she knows her place. I bet she'd do anything ya tell her to."

Haley cursed Jim's words although strangely seemed opposed to getting too angry at him. She desperately hoped Hank would be too meek to try it out. She silently continued to suck on his tiny penis, hoping to make it quick. She found she couldn't make any noise, however, and tried to make up for it by playing with the man's dirty balls.

"Harhar!" Jim roared from behind her "See how easy that was, ya pussy! Ya coulda had this slut suckin' yer tiny dick days ago if ya jus-oooo, that's right, Bessie Mae, yeah, just like that you fat whore, ooo you're the best fucking cocksucker in the world."

Haley's cheeks flushed at Jim's words, wanting so badly to get her chance to make Jim say that to her. Instead, Hank just moaned awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable taking the sort of control that came naturally to Jim. 

Cum! Haley thought. Just give me your awful cum already so I can get this over with. 

Instead, she was subjected to the sound of Jim treating Bessie Mae to one of his signature loads. Haley remembered the first time he had made her drink his cum. It was only her second day there, but she already knew that she was lucky to have it. Why had she pretended to be so disgusted? This curse had already taught Haley something important. She had been wasting her time with those sluts Laura and Crystal. Jim was her true partner in crime. He truly knew what it took to make people follow him around. Not like that pussy Laura or that backstabber Crystal. 

"That's right, Bessie, you lucky girl, drink it all up like the good cowgirl you are, huh?" Jim growled to the beautiful fat girl servicing him. Haley scowled in her mind although she continued massaging Hank's dirty tiny dick with her teen tongue.

"How's the flat girlie?" Jim called to his brother while Bessie Mae loudly cleaned off Jim's cock.

"Um..." is all Hank said.

"C'mon now, ya pussy, ya gotta treat her like the whore she is, ya hear? This li'l girlie loves it when yer the dirty motherfucker ya truly are!" Jim roared in between moans indicating that Bessie knew how to bring a man down from an orgasm.

"You, uh, you like that?" Hank managed, his voice trembling. Haley was still under command to shut up and not complain, so she said nothing, only thinking about how she'd sooner roll around in her own vomit than blow this small-pricked whimp for another second.

"Nah, ya stupid fuck," Jim laughed, "tell her ta do somethin'! Say it forcefully! The stupid bitch won't be able to say no!"

Haley's heart skipped a beat although she knew that Jim only meant it as a figure of speech.

"I-I can't!" He said, "she's too pretty!"

"Bessie Mae's the prettiest girl I've ever seen," yelled Jim to Haley's dismay, "and I know ya think so too, so don't bullshit me, brother."

"I like her, I mean," said Hank. Haley felt like she could puke any second. She wished she could take this wimpy asshole's tiny cock out of her mouth.

"Fer fuck's sake," Jim said, "stop blowin' him already." Haley popped her mouth off the younger, more handsome hick faster than even she could have thought possible. She looked up at Jim gratefully. "Looks like she don't feel that way at all. Dumb girlies like her need a big cock and a firm hand. Yer'll always be a pussy, Hank," Jim said.

"C'mon, girlie, I'll give ya that fuck ya want so bad. Come here."

Haley gave Hank a smug smirk as his eyes welled up and she turned to Jim. Bessie Mae was lying on the floor, looking stunning and satisfied as she rolled softly back and forth, savouring the delicious load she had just received. Haley hated her and hated Hank and knew those facts would make this fuck even better. Jim was already starting to reraise his glorious prick as she made her way toward him, her black bob framing her sharp and gorgeous face, her boylike body still oozing sex. Hank cried softly.

"You wanna real dick, don't cha?" Jim said, and Haley only grinned. "You want a real daddy dick to stuff up that tiny snatch, don't cha?" Haley knew her pussy was soaked, but found that she still couldn't answer.

"Answer me, slut!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Haley moaned instantly, "I wanna be ripped open by your giant daddy dick. I wanna bounce on my daddy's cock like a good li'l slut."

While Haley had always loved dirty talk, it was Jim's influence that had made her incorporate the "daddy" stuff. She had never been able to understand the appeal, but nothing mattered when it came to Jim's perfect cock. If he wanted it, she would do it for him. She vaguely realized this could be the curse's influence, but she figured that anything that made her feel this good couldn't be a curse. She stripped unceremoniously for Jim, letting him know that she didn't want to waste time. He just grinned and leaned back on his hands, his giant cock as impressive as his gut. Haley shivered with desire for the unwashed man twice her age in front of her. She turned around and lowered herself onto his lap, gasping wildly as his engorged prick sunk into her teen pussy.

"I ferget jus' how tight ya are, ya whore," Jim growled as she continued to lowered herself down, looking to Hank like she might split in two. "Ya like what ya see, little brother?" Jim laughed, "this is how you fuck this little girlie, ain't that right?"

"Oh yes, daddy, oh yes. Oh yes, this is a real cock, daddy, not like Hank's pathetic little prick. It was so small and gross, Daddy," Haley moaned, the formerly socially invincible girl now at the whim of this hick's oversized dick. Hank was obviously crushed, but also wasn't able to look away. He had a huge crush on Haley, figuring that her attitude was just a result of being angry and scared. He thought she was so gorgeous and he just wanted to help her and make her feel safe. He was giving her too much credit, however, but he didn't know that. He felt horrible for watching, but he lusted after her too, and he had to admit that his brother knew how to make women look sexy. Bessie Mae never looked as hot as she did when Jim had his way with her. Well, excepting of course when-

"Oh FUCK!" Haley screamed, interrupting Hank's line of thought, and causing him to stare in awe at the writhing teen in front of him. She was doing all the work as Jim just sat there, her athletic tight young body worked in circles as she continued to get herself off on Jim's massive prick.

"You fuck her real good, Jimmy," Bessie Mae said, Haley hearing her sweet voice make a full sentence for the first time. Haley hated that even Bessie Mae's voice was hot, and she hated that it made her even more horny. Her mind conjured an image of Bessie Mae with a strap-on, the huge gorgeous girl taking her from behind as she sucked on Jim's delicious prick.

"Heh heh, that's right, Bessie," Jim replied, "this good girlie knows what's good fer her."

"Yes, Daddy, I dooo!" Haley moaned, letting her jealousy for Bessie and anger at Hank transform into lust for Jim. "I'm your little good girl slut! I'll ride your big dick any time you want, Daddy. I'll even suck on Hank's disgusting little prick again if you want me too. I'll do anything you say, Daddy! I promise!"

Haley didn't even care anymore. The curse was for another three weeks, but where else would she go? She had never been fucked so good in her life and if somebody as beautiful as Bessie Mae was made so happy by Jim's monster dick, then she knew she wasn't crazy. Or at least didn't care if she was. And this way she could still be on top like she was with the mean girls. The only difference was that she'd have to be her daddy's perfect slut to keep the power, and she knew that if anything, the curse would help her.

Jim grunted in pleasure, obviously struggling with being hard again so soon, but loving Haley's dirty talk, "I know ya will, whore," he managed. "heh, I bet ya'll even cum if I tell you too."




Mean Girls Ch. 03



"I will! I will, Daddy!" Haley screamed.

"Cum, slut," Jim growled, and Haley did, gushing out her hot teen juices onto Jim's long, fat prick, throwing her head back and convulsing at the same time.

"Oh shit!" Jim yelled, not expecting her to actually cum exactly on cue, and Haley's intense orgasm was enough for him to let out a second load, although with far less volume and force. "Oh yeah! Oh shit! Oh fuck, you're such a good little girlie," he said, clutching the bed, seeming to be in a little bit of pain along with his pleasure.

Haley collapsed onto the floor after Jim finished unloading, filling the room with a loud pop as his shrinking dick pulled out of her tiny pussy. She couldn't beleive she had thought about escaping earlier. She should have gone with her gut. Jim would provide the happiest and safest place for her for the duration of the curse. She turned her head to Hank who was crying despite his tiny dick still being hard. She laughed unabashedly, even going so far as to point at him.

"You're pathetic!" She said through her fits of laughter, causing Jim to join. Bessie Mae smiled at us, but moved over to Hank to comfort him. She sunk his face into her incredibly massive bossom and stroked his little cock with two fingers. It didn't take more than thirty seconds for Hank's little prick to start spurting out a load. Haley laughed more and thought about curling up beside Jim, but he had already begun to get dressed, and she felt her heart sink.

"Best get back to yer barn there, girlie," he said, "can't have dad knowin' 'bout you." Haley noticed Bessie Mae moaning and biting her bottom lip at the mention of Jim's father. Hank whimpered into her mountainous breasts.

"Yes sir," Haley said, happy to please Jim even if she was forced to. 

*************

"But you're already doing extremely well, Crystal, I don't understand wh-"

"Look, professor, I'm offering to suck your dick here. That's it. We're both adults. I'm guessing that with your looks, you don't get the offer very often, so what's the big deal? I catch your pervy glances all the time."

Professor Giles stiffened up at her accusation. Of course she was right. He tried his best, but some of his female students had bodies that he had never dreamed of, and Crystal's petite figure, short height, blonde hair, and porceline face combined with her gigantic 32G tits made it nearly impossible for him to keep his eyeline professional. Plus, the other professors seemed to constantly talk about all the blowjob bribes they receieved and Crystal was right, he rarely got any. He didn't really understand it either. He wasn't that old and wasn't terribly ugly. Jenkins certainly shouldn't be getting more offers than he did. He wondered if it was his timid personality. He knew he would decline, but his ego hurt at the lack of offers. 

However, he never considered the possibility that he would have to decline an offer from Crystal Sikes.

"I don't want a better grade, professor, I just want your dick," she said, and decided to take a different approach. "Look, my boyfriend doesn't think it's proper for a girl to give a blowjob, but it's my very favourite thing, and I just always thought you were so sexy. So please? You can call me names, even, I just want to taste some semen again."

Professor Giles was not prepared for this, and Crystal's face made her story sound so sincere. She looked adorable in her plaid skirt and button-up shirt that her big tits made look so lewd. She bit her bottom lip softly and twisted back and forth.

"Well okay, if it'll make you happy," he said, and Crystal beamed at him, almost instantly dropping to her knees.

"Wait, here?" He said.

"Give me your fucking dick, professor," she said, unable to hide her thirst, and her passion was too much for him to resist anymore, and he dropped his pants for the busty freshman. She got right to work, her already impressive blowjobs skills now a fine art after this week of necessity. Water had become dry on Crystal's lips after the cave goddess' curse, and only fresh semen could quench her thirst. She had been trying to find ways to make her new neceesary obsession descrete, but she had become desperate, finding a verile boyfriend to pretend to love for a steady stream of cum while she continued to suck off any other man she could.

Luckily her reputation from the previous semester had made her feared across the campus, and her looks had made her lusted after, so it wasn't difficult to get men to agree and Professor Giles was as pent up as she hoped. It was the perfect combination for her. It make the job quick work, but usually also provided her with lots of cum. She moaned on her professor's dick as she ditifully bobbed her round pretty face up and down, up and down, coaxing out the cum. He let out a cry before even a minute passed, and let loose stream after stream into Crystal's face, and she gratefully swallowed it up, loving the taste of a man's creamy hot sperm, knowing it was a result of the curse, but deciding to indulge in it, one of the few points of pleasure in her life now. The cum felt like pure life in her mouth, throat, and stomach, and Crystal giggled and moaned as it trickled down her throat, looking up at her shocked professor with big grateful eyes. 

The moment didn't last long, however, and Crystal was quickly disgusted with herself for being that indulgent. She couldn't let the goddess win that easily. It had only been a week. Her tongue circled her professor's cockhead one more time to scoop up all the cum and then she quickly stood up. She raised one eyebrow.

"Perv," she said.

"What? No, but you!"

"It's fine, you pervert," she said again, "I won't tell anybody, but you have to keep letting me blow you whenever I want, is that clear? Girls my age are obsessed with cock now, and I want yours to belong to me."

"Um, uh, so..."

"Look," Crystal started, rolling her eyes, "it's simple. The deal is that you get constant blowjobs from a busty student, and I get to feel like a whore. Nobody finds out, and we're both happy. Deal?"

"Ye-yeah, of course," Professor Giles said, sounding like an idiot in front of his star student.

"Good," said the buxom blonde, and left without hesitation. He had given her a big tasty load, but she needed more. She wondered if Gary's classes were done. He had been the perfect mark for her "boyfriend". He was crazy about her, came quickly, came lots, and didn't mind when she said she wanted them to fool around with other people. It WAS college after all. She went into her dormroom and found him on her bed, with a girl beside him, jerking off his sizeable cock. She was a pretty little thing, already naked, with brown bushy hair and perky little tits. She smiled at Crystal as she jerked off her boyfriend and he moaned louder when he saw her.

"Good timing, babe," he said, "Carrie's just about to, unh, just about to-"

Crystal had been in shock at the sight and how neither seemed to care about her entrance, but when she figured out that he was about to cum, she lost herself and ran to his cock, latching her puffy lips over the head just as Carrie coaxed out his load. Gary moaned his ugly moan as he shot his young hot load into her mouth, the generous cleavage of her big tits on display for Carrie who giggled at the sight.

"Wow, you're right, Gare! She really IS obsessed with your cum. And she's got, like, aMAZing tits. Think you could fuck me sometime, Crystal?"

Crystal made sure to gobble up every drop of her boyfriend's cum, but wasn't able to enjoy the incredible taste because of what was being said. She wiped Gary clean with her tongue then stood up again and looked Carrie right in the eyes. The brunette hesitated, obviously expecting Crystal to have a more enthusiastic reaction. Then Crystal opened her mouth and moved forward, breathing her cum breath right into Carrie's nose.

"Fuck that," she said.

"Woah!" Said Gary.

"Hey what the fuck?" Said Carrie, scrambling to get dressed, now obviously uncomfortable, "You said she was cool now that the other girls were gone."

"She is!" said Gary as Crystal folded her arms under her massive teen tits, glaring at Carrie.

"Make up your mind, slut," Carrie said to Crystal, heading for the door. "Call me later, Gary, but let's go to my place next time, kay?"

And with that, they were alone.

"What the fuck, Crystal?" Gary said, "You said it was cool."

Crystal's mind was racing. She had been so used to nobody standing up to her for so long that she wasn't as sharp at this as she used to be. She didn't expect Gary to actually get so comfortable in the arrangement. She certainly wasn't jealous, but she couldn't afford to lose the cum, and she definitely didn't want people spreading the idea that she had become obsesssed with it, even if it was true.

"Sorry," she said, "it is cool. I guess I just wasn't clear enough. Or honest enough. Because the truth is that I really do adore your cum, Gary. Like, so much. I just don't want to come home and not be able to swallow down one of your tasty loads. And it's embarrassing! I don't want you telling other people that!"

Crystal was impressed at her improvisation, although she hated how much of it was true. Thankfully, it did seem to make him soften. He walked over to her and drew her into a hug, Crystal did her best to not show how much she hated it. She made sure that her big tits pressed into him, her most reliable distraction.

"Oh I'm sorry baby," he said, causing Crystal to wince into his chest, "I didn't know that. It's hard to fool around with cumming, y'know."

"I know," she replied, her mind racing, "I guess just make sure you're ready for me when I'm back from classes, kay? And you can have girls over, just make them wait until I get back. They're just the appetizers before the main course, okay?"

He hugged her tighter at those words, and it made Crystal both more uncomfortable and more pleased, hating the affection, but loving that what she was saying seemed to be working.

"Aww, is that what it's like for you too? Am I the main course?"

"Oh! Yeah! Of course baby," Crystal said, loving the thrill of lying, loving knowing that this stupid boy's heart was in her cold hands. "No cock compares to yours."

Gary moaned and shifted in that way that boys do when they're about to make a move.

"Well, I bet that with that attitude, you could get me hard again..."

Crystal grinned up at him and pushed him onto the bed, stripping her busty body for her boyfriend's horny delight. She made a show of shaking her 32G tits as she pulled off her skirt and thong, bending over to show how low they would hang. Gary was already naked from before and his cock was indeed showing signs of life. Crystal crawled her sexpot body toward him and crushed her huge tits onto the bed, lowering her head onto his half-hard penis, moaning at the familiar taste.

"You gomma cum for me?" she mumbled around his cock.

"You bet, slut," he said, leaning back as she began her masterful work, looking forward to another tasty drink of cum.