08-04-2020, 09:48 PM
I licked every pussy in the house at least twice that night, and every one of the guys got a blow-job and fucked my cunt. They also had Amy and I play with each other a couple more times. When they were done, they sent us home. Amy asked me to come over to her house so we could talk. That was going to be an interesting conversation - to say the least.
We stopped at the adult store on the way to Amy's house, so I could pick up the anal started hit and other accessories that I was ordered to buy. Amy, having visited the store on multiple occasions over the last couple of months, helped guide me to the correct isles and selecting the items. We eventually arrived, cleaned up, and relaxed in the living room with a bottle of wine wearing terrycloth robes. Jake had texted Amy that he was spending the night at another friend's house, so we would have the house to ourselves.
Amy:
Christ! Where do I start with this conversation? I briefly thought of that movie "Unstoppable" about a runaway freight train. Unfortunately, Denzel Washington was not going to suddenly appear to save the day for me. This train was barreling down the track and wouldn't stop until it derailed at the end of the line. Now, my best friend had just jumped on-board with me. Fuck!
"First off, not that it matters, but I wasn't the one who offered the deal. Jerome blackmailed me into accepting it." I began. Jessica just nodded in understanding. "Now, I'm really caught up in it. I'm pretty sure that it doesn't have to do with the blackmail anymore. I find that I am craving being their sex slave now. The orgasms I have with them are incredible, but you probably know that now. I am pretty much horney all the time, and I find myself looking forward to the next time. I can see what I am becoming. That's why I tried so hard to get you out of the house earlier. I didn't want you to end up turning into what I have become. Now, whenever I think of what happens after graduation, I get a feeling of dread. What happens when they throw me out? What will I do then?" I began sobbing softly.
I felt Jessica's hand touch my arm. It really felt nice. "Amy, it will be OK. We will deal with it when the time comes together." She spoke softly as she wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly as I sobbed.
My tears eventually stopped, and I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly with a soft look in her eyes. "I think that it's probably a good time for me to admit something to you." She said. "I'm bisexual. I've known that since my Junior year of high college. In fact, I actually lean more towards women than men. I was elated when I watched you eating out that girl before I was caught spying on you." She must have seen the confusion building on my face. "I was elated because I found out that you were not as straight as I always thought. I bet that you never realized how big a part you play in my masturbation sessions, did you? Truth is, I have had a huge crush on you since we first met, but never thought that I would get the chance. You have no idea how excited I was when Jerome 'forced' (yes, she did the little air quote thing) us to play with each other. That was actually a dream come true for me."
You would think that having my best friend tell me that she had a huge crush on me would take some processing. You would also think that her sudden revelation that my supposedly completely straight best friend had always been on the lesbian side of bisexual would require more getting used to as well. It didn't. Our bodies moved forward. Lips sought out lips. Tongues caressed tongues. Hands gently caressed bodies.
Sorry, dear readers. As much as I would love to describe our passionate lovemaking that night, it simply didn't happen. We were both exhausted from our day. We kissed, drank our wine, then went upstairs where we snuggled together naked under the blankets, and fell asleep together.
I woke up with the sun shining through the window. Jessica was snuggled up in front of me as we spooned. My arm was dbangd around her, and my hand was cupping one of her tits. It felt so good that I couldn't help myself from thumbing her stiff nipple and giving her a light kiss on her neck.
"Mmmmm. 'Morning beautiful." She breathed.
"Good morning Sweetie." I replied. "Damn bladder. Be right back." I whispered in her ear.
She was getting up as I returned after relieving myself and quickly brushing my teeth. Her minty breath tasted so good when she kissed me upon her return. Obviously, she had just used the new toothbrush that I had laid out for her.
We snuggled under the covers again, holding each other tight as our lips and tongues explored their counterparts. Our hands were not entirely idle either. We stroked and squeezed each other's butts. Hands roamed over tits, pinching, flicking, and gently twisting nipples. My juices flowed when her moans caused vibrations in my mouth when my finger grazed her clit. She counterattacked by sliding two fingers into my drenched cunt. She broke our kiss and moved down to nip and suckle my tits as her fingers continued their assault. I fell over onto my back in surrender. In an instant. Jessica had transported herself so her face was at my cunt. I could do nothing but moan her name as the victor claimed her prize.
"OH, FUCK YES, JESSICA!" I screamed as my body thrashed when the orgasm hit.
Jessica continued to lightly lick and suck my cunt as my orgasm passed. She moved up to hold and kiss me as my breathing returned to somewhat normal.
"Have I mentioned to you how wonderful you taste?" Jessica asked with a glint in her eyes.
"Hmmm. No, I don't think you have." I replied. "But, having tasted both of us, I do believe that you taste even better." I had let my hand move down her body and lightly stroke her folds.
Smiling, she challenged. "Perhaps you should have another taste test to be sure."
Didn't have to ask me twice. I followed her example. Besides, I REALLY wanted to play with those magnificent tits of hers. I continued my light touch on her lower lips as I kissed, sucked, and nipped at her tits and nipples. Back and forth, a couple of minutes each, then switch. My fingers became drenched, so I used her natural lube to stroke her clit. Her hips began undulating as her arousal rose. I let my tongue leave a trail od saliva as I moved down her torso. I heard as hitch in her breathing as my tongue made two laps around her cute little belly button.
I had finally reached my goal. Jessica's hairless pussy was staring me in the face. Goosebumps rose as I blew cool air on her overheated cunt. Her mound was so smooth as I ran my tongue around it.
"I've been wanting to ask since yesterday. How did you get it so smooth?"
"Lasor removal." She managed to huff out. "Years ago. Permanent." She grunted as I began long slow lapping of her outer lips.
I reached up and spread her open with my fingers, so I could access her inner treasures. I giggles as I thought about naming my tongue Dora. Nope, Laura Croft would be a better name. Laura explored caves. I also expected the cavern to flood once the trip was hit. Yep. I was looking for an action flick - not a cartoon - with this exploration. With that settled, I dove in. I licked. I lapped. I thrust in and out. I explored. I used my lips, teeth (VERY gently), and tongue. My tongue became a demon, striking at every weakness. My ears and touch were the guidance system. Every subtle sound and movement became stored data for further assault. I could feel her cresting. I held her there, denying her for a few minutes. She cursed me. Finally, I succumbed to her desires. Her release would have won the national bronc riding championship. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held on for dear life. My mouth clamped onto her cunt as I drank in the ambrosia of her spending. I released her when her bucking stopped, and I moved back up to hold her until the last of the tremors stopped.
Jake wasn't really expected home until the afternoon, but I couldn't be sure. Not wanting to risk his early return, Jessica and I showered together then got dressed. Yes, the shower was long. Yes, we did more than simply wash each other. I loaned Jessica some clothes the reasonably fit her, and she left for home after a few more kisses.
Life move forward. Jerome's crew were good on their word. April was much happier now that she wasn't constantly tormented by her bullies. She had no clue what really caused the turnaround. Tammy had told her that it was because she finally convinced Jerome to leave her alone since April was helping Tammy in college. Even a couple of the other girls in his crew joined in of the study sessions. This, of course mad sure that April was otherwise occupied so that Jessica would be free to entertain the guys at the clubhouse for a couple of hours.
Superbowl Sunday:
Jerome had fixed it so that Jake and April would be invited to a Superbowl Party at someone else's house. Jessica and I were the naked waitresses and halftime entertainment at The Clubhouse. The whole crew was there. As usual, they were dressed normally, and Jessica and I were wearing our collars, butt plugs, garter belts, Stockings, and 6-inch heels. Our job was to serve drinks, make sure the food trays were not empty, lick whatever pussy needed licking, and suck whatever cock needed to be sucked. Halftime had us perform a 69 with each other in the middle of the room for everyone's entertainment.
"You know, The Superbowl isn't as much fun without a stake in the outcome." Jerome said just before the kickoff for the second half. "I think that we need a wager to make things more exciting."
For some reason, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I had a bad feeling about that statement.
"What do you have in mind?" Tanya asked. The smile on her face indicated to me that this had already been discussed beforehand.
Jerome smiled as he spoke. "I know that I told both of our sluts that I would not permanently mark them, and I never go back on my word. How about a little bet on the second half? It's up to them if they accept the bet, so this would be their choice. I'm not going to force them into it. What do you say, sluts?"
Fuck. What are we getting into now? I thought. "What's the bet?" How much farther could I fall now?
"The Seahawks are up by seven right now. How about if the Seahawks win, you two are free. We will honor our agreement and continue to not torment Jake and April. Everything stays the same as now, except the two of you are no longer our slaves."
"And if the Patriots win?" I asked. This could get really bad.
Jerome's grin got even wider. "If the Patriots win, the two of you get your nipples and clits pierced. You will go in and get 1-inch gold rings in both nipples and your clits."
Jessica and I looked at each other for a few minutes. Freedom vs. being pierced.
"Look. The Seahawks are already 7 points up, and the odds right now are in their favor. I'm giving you the odds here." Jerome pleaded.
"May we go into the other room and discuss this for a few minutes, please?" Jessica asked.
Permission granted, Jessica and I went into the bedroom and closed the door.
As soon as the door had closed, I wrapped Jessica up and kissed her with everything I had. She returned the kiss passionately. We had been spending every available moment that we could together. Of course, we kept it a secret between ourselves. We unwillingly broke the kiss and moved over to sit down. We seriously needed to discuss this.
"Well, here it is. Freedom vs. getting pierced." I said.
"Quite honestly, I think you would look awesome with rings in your nipples." Jessica replied.
"Yeah, and having that ring in your clit for my tongue to play with would also be really hot." I countered.
"Seriously, though," Time to discuss this. "What do you think? We need to decide together. It has to be unanimous yes, or the answer needs to be no."
Jessica suddenly blushed and looked down at the floor.
"What is it?" I asked.
She just sat there for a minute before looking up at me.
"I want to do it." She said. "No. I HAVE to do it."
"OK. I want to get out of this too..." I started before she interrupted.
"NO. It isn't that." She forcefully exclaimed. "I just..."
She didn't finish before her face fell into her hands and she began to sob. I pulled her into my arms and held her. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me back a bit and looked into my eyes as she continued.
"I'm sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry." She began. "I love you so much. This past month, I have fallen in love with you, but I can't help this. I need this. It isn't that I want to be free. It's that I want do go deeper. I need what Jerome and the crew do to me. Fuck! I am craving it. I don't want to give it up. This bet is a win-win for me. Should we win, we are free, but that means that I am free to have a relationship with you completely. If we lose, I continue with this situation that I absolutely love, and even go deeper into it. Either way, I win. Besides, everyone knows that the Patriots are going to win. They were 7-point favorites going in. They have been a second half team all year. Nobody makes better halftime adjustments than Belichick."
We went back out into the Livingroom and agreed to the terms. Jessica and I had to watch the last second interception at the goal line on replay, since our asses were facing the television as we were giving blow-jobs as the game ended. The guys were somewhat disappointed three days later on hearing our cunts were unavailable for the next 6-weeks until the piercings healed. They consoled themselves with the fact that our asses and mouths were still open for business.
The days, weeks, and months passed. Jessica and I fell deeper and deeper in love. I was becoming harder and harder to hide it from our kids. Jake and April also seemed to become more and more serious. They were both planning on attending the local university and living at home. Jessica and I thought that it might have been better if they left home, so that it would give us more time together. We had even discussed the pros and cons of moving in together. All this time, we were still getting our brains fucked out by Jerome's crew several times a week. I'm not really sure how successful Jessica and I were in hiding our love for each other from Jake and April. I would occasionally see a weird glint in their eyes when they came into one or the other's house and found us sitting together drinking a glass of wine and watching a movie. There were a couple of times that they came back early and almost caught us in bed. Of course, hiding it from Jerome and his crew was not even thought about. They picked up on it almost from the start. After several long discussions, Jessica and I decided that we would wait until after we were free from Jerome to discuss it with the kids. They needed to know, but we didn't want the added distraction of serving their bully. Best wait until it was over and pretend it never happened first.
Yeah, like that was going to work. By that time, Jessica and I were both so fully indoctrinated into being sex slaves to Jerome's crew that we simply couldn't imagine not doing it. We would talk long into the night about what we would do after graduation. We actually asked Jerome if he would keep us. It became an addiction for both of us. Regardless of our pleading, Jerome declined our request. He and his crew were leaving, and they simply could not take us with them. We were stuck.
I realize, dear readers, that this may be difficult for you to understand. How do two well-adjusted women crave sexual slavery after being basically blackmailed into it? What is wrong with us, that we would actually mourn our freedom? Tell you what. How about you enter into a similar situation, have about a dozen massive orgasms every other night at the hands of your masters and mistresses, then get back to me on that. Yes, I was in love with Jessica, and she was in love with me. When we were with Jerome's crew, we did not have to think. They told us everything that we were supposed to do. We were serving eight 18-year olds with high libidos and quick recovery times. Being fucked constantly and orgasming non-stop for hours on end has a very high appeal. It becomes addictive. Jessica and I were addicted to it.
That is the mindset that Jessica and I had that fateful day in early June.
Jerome:
Now, you may think that I'm an asshole. That's fine. I really don't care. The truth of the matter is that I would do anything for my friends. Also, my parents taught me from a young age that a man's word meant something. That's why I always followed through on whatever I gave my word to. Give me a break. I was a horney 18-year old kid. I saw an opportunity, and I took it. Don't tell me that if you had the chance to fuck a couple of hot women that you would have passed that up. Sure, a little blackmail was involved. Yes, I took advantage of them. Of course, I set Amy up to be the Clubhouse slut. I had to give my girlfriend and my crew an incentive to do what I wanted. Jessica turned out to be a nice unexpected bonus. As it turned out, Jake and April actually turned out to be pretty cool. I kind of wished that I had seen it earlier, but then again, that would have denied me from getting to know their moms as I did.
So, that brings us back to Amy and Jessica. Contrary to how I usually treated them, I really felt affection for the two of them. I was really happy that they ended up falling in love with each other. I kind of felt like cupid. I hoped that they would stay together and take it to another level after I released them when I graduated. They seemed so happy together. I guess I'm a romantic deep down. I truly hoped that they would make it together. Not what you expected from a complete asshole, is it?
I think that it was in March that I realized it. Amy and Jessica were actually addicted to the treatment that me and my crew were giving them. Yes, I know that they were having multiple huge orgasms when they were serving us. Seriously, I was one of the ones that were giving them the orgasms. Of course, I noticed. It was something more subtle. It was the look in their eyes when they arrived and when they left. It was the tone of their voice when I told them that they would or wouldn't be coming over. I figured out that they needed what I was doing to them. Crap. I really liked them. How was I supposed to just dump them? Yeah, I had gotten fond of them, and, well, it was kind of my fault that they got into this position. I realized that I had a responsibility to try and make sure that they didn't get into a bad situation from this. Contrary to what you may think of me, my parents are good people, and they taught me that being a man meant that I had to own up to my responsibilities. Now, I just needed to figure out what I could do.
I was sitting on the couch with Tanya in late May. We were taking a break from the action as Amy was being triple-teamed by the guys, and Jessica was likewise involved with the girls. I had discussed the situation with Tanya previously, and we had been trying to figure out what to go with them after we graduated. I couldn't just abandon them and have them fall into a bad situation with the wrong people. I knew that their addiction would come up, and they would likely try and find another group of kids to abuse them. That could get really ugly for them if the new group didn't care about them or had no sense of responsibility towards them. No, Tanya and I had figured out that we needed to hand them off to someone that we personally select who would take care of them. The question was who.
"Needs to be someone that will be around for a while. Someone local that will be close and watch over them." Tanya said.
We stopped at the adult store on the way to Amy's house, so I could pick up the anal started hit and other accessories that I was ordered to buy. Amy, having visited the store on multiple occasions over the last couple of months, helped guide me to the correct isles and selecting the items. We eventually arrived, cleaned up, and relaxed in the living room with a bottle of wine wearing terrycloth robes. Jake had texted Amy that he was spending the night at another friend's house, so we would have the house to ourselves.
Amy:
Christ! Where do I start with this conversation? I briefly thought of that movie "Unstoppable" about a runaway freight train. Unfortunately, Denzel Washington was not going to suddenly appear to save the day for me. This train was barreling down the track and wouldn't stop until it derailed at the end of the line. Now, my best friend had just jumped on-board with me. Fuck!
"First off, not that it matters, but I wasn't the one who offered the deal. Jerome blackmailed me into accepting it." I began. Jessica just nodded in understanding. "Now, I'm really caught up in it. I'm pretty sure that it doesn't have to do with the blackmail anymore. I find that I am craving being their sex slave now. The orgasms I have with them are incredible, but you probably know that now. I am pretty much horney all the time, and I find myself looking forward to the next time. I can see what I am becoming. That's why I tried so hard to get you out of the house earlier. I didn't want you to end up turning into what I have become. Now, whenever I think of what happens after graduation, I get a feeling of dread. What happens when they throw me out? What will I do then?" I began sobbing softly.
I felt Jessica's hand touch my arm. It really felt nice. "Amy, it will be OK. We will deal with it when the time comes together." She spoke softly as she wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly as I sobbed.
My tears eventually stopped, and I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly with a soft look in her eyes. "I think that it's probably a good time for me to admit something to you." She said. "I'm bisexual. I've known that since my Junior year of high college. In fact, I actually lean more towards women than men. I was elated when I watched you eating out that girl before I was caught spying on you." She must have seen the confusion building on my face. "I was elated because I found out that you were not as straight as I always thought. I bet that you never realized how big a part you play in my masturbation sessions, did you? Truth is, I have had a huge crush on you since we first met, but never thought that I would get the chance. You have no idea how excited I was when Jerome 'forced' (yes, she did the little air quote thing) us to play with each other. That was actually a dream come true for me."
You would think that having my best friend tell me that she had a huge crush on me would take some processing. You would also think that her sudden revelation that my supposedly completely straight best friend had always been on the lesbian side of bisexual would require more getting used to as well. It didn't. Our bodies moved forward. Lips sought out lips. Tongues caressed tongues. Hands gently caressed bodies.
Sorry, dear readers. As much as I would love to describe our passionate lovemaking that night, it simply didn't happen. We were both exhausted from our day. We kissed, drank our wine, then went upstairs where we snuggled together naked under the blankets, and fell asleep together.
I woke up with the sun shining through the window. Jessica was snuggled up in front of me as we spooned. My arm was dbangd around her, and my hand was cupping one of her tits. It felt so good that I couldn't help myself from thumbing her stiff nipple and giving her a light kiss on her neck.
"Mmmmm. 'Morning beautiful." She breathed.
"Good morning Sweetie." I replied. "Damn bladder. Be right back." I whispered in her ear.
She was getting up as I returned after relieving myself and quickly brushing my teeth. Her minty breath tasted so good when she kissed me upon her return. Obviously, she had just used the new toothbrush that I had laid out for her.
We snuggled under the covers again, holding each other tight as our lips and tongues explored their counterparts. Our hands were not entirely idle either. We stroked and squeezed each other's butts. Hands roamed over tits, pinching, flicking, and gently twisting nipples. My juices flowed when her moans caused vibrations in my mouth when my finger grazed her clit. She counterattacked by sliding two fingers into my drenched cunt. She broke our kiss and moved down to nip and suckle my tits as her fingers continued their assault. I fell over onto my back in surrender. In an instant. Jessica had transported herself so her face was at my cunt. I could do nothing but moan her name as the victor claimed her prize.
"OH, FUCK YES, JESSICA!" I screamed as my body thrashed when the orgasm hit.
Jessica continued to lightly lick and suck my cunt as my orgasm passed. She moved up to hold and kiss me as my breathing returned to somewhat normal.
"Have I mentioned to you how wonderful you taste?" Jessica asked with a glint in her eyes.
"Hmmm. No, I don't think you have." I replied. "But, having tasted both of us, I do believe that you taste even better." I had let my hand move down her body and lightly stroke her folds.
Smiling, she challenged. "Perhaps you should have another taste test to be sure."
Didn't have to ask me twice. I followed her example. Besides, I REALLY wanted to play with those magnificent tits of hers. I continued my light touch on her lower lips as I kissed, sucked, and nipped at her tits and nipples. Back and forth, a couple of minutes each, then switch. My fingers became drenched, so I used her natural lube to stroke her clit. Her hips began undulating as her arousal rose. I let my tongue leave a trail od saliva as I moved down her torso. I heard as hitch in her breathing as my tongue made two laps around her cute little belly button.
I had finally reached my goal. Jessica's hairless pussy was staring me in the face. Goosebumps rose as I blew cool air on her overheated cunt. Her mound was so smooth as I ran my tongue around it.
"I've been wanting to ask since yesterday. How did you get it so smooth?"
"Lasor removal." She managed to huff out. "Years ago. Permanent." She grunted as I began long slow lapping of her outer lips.
I reached up and spread her open with my fingers, so I could access her inner treasures. I giggles as I thought about naming my tongue Dora. Nope, Laura Croft would be a better name. Laura explored caves. I also expected the cavern to flood once the trip was hit. Yep. I was looking for an action flick - not a cartoon - with this exploration. With that settled, I dove in. I licked. I lapped. I thrust in and out. I explored. I used my lips, teeth (VERY gently), and tongue. My tongue became a demon, striking at every weakness. My ears and touch were the guidance system. Every subtle sound and movement became stored data for further assault. I could feel her cresting. I held her there, denying her for a few minutes. She cursed me. Finally, I succumbed to her desires. Her release would have won the national bronc riding championship. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held on for dear life. My mouth clamped onto her cunt as I drank in the ambrosia of her spending. I released her when her bucking stopped, and I moved back up to hold her until the last of the tremors stopped.
Jake wasn't really expected home until the afternoon, but I couldn't be sure. Not wanting to risk his early return, Jessica and I showered together then got dressed. Yes, the shower was long. Yes, we did more than simply wash each other. I loaned Jessica some clothes the reasonably fit her, and she left for home after a few more kisses.
Life move forward. Jerome's crew were good on their word. April was much happier now that she wasn't constantly tormented by her bullies. She had no clue what really caused the turnaround. Tammy had told her that it was because she finally convinced Jerome to leave her alone since April was helping Tammy in college. Even a couple of the other girls in his crew joined in of the study sessions. This, of course mad sure that April was otherwise occupied so that Jessica would be free to entertain the guys at the clubhouse for a couple of hours.
Superbowl Sunday:
Jerome had fixed it so that Jake and April would be invited to a Superbowl Party at someone else's house. Jessica and I were the naked waitresses and halftime entertainment at The Clubhouse. The whole crew was there. As usual, they were dressed normally, and Jessica and I were wearing our collars, butt plugs, garter belts, Stockings, and 6-inch heels. Our job was to serve drinks, make sure the food trays were not empty, lick whatever pussy needed licking, and suck whatever cock needed to be sucked. Halftime had us perform a 69 with each other in the middle of the room for everyone's entertainment.
"You know, The Superbowl isn't as much fun without a stake in the outcome." Jerome said just before the kickoff for the second half. "I think that we need a wager to make things more exciting."
For some reason, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I had a bad feeling about that statement.
"What do you have in mind?" Tanya asked. The smile on her face indicated to me that this had already been discussed beforehand.
Jerome smiled as he spoke. "I know that I told both of our sluts that I would not permanently mark them, and I never go back on my word. How about a little bet on the second half? It's up to them if they accept the bet, so this would be their choice. I'm not going to force them into it. What do you say, sluts?"
Fuck. What are we getting into now? I thought. "What's the bet?" How much farther could I fall now?
"The Seahawks are up by seven right now. How about if the Seahawks win, you two are free. We will honor our agreement and continue to not torment Jake and April. Everything stays the same as now, except the two of you are no longer our slaves."
"And if the Patriots win?" I asked. This could get really bad.
Jerome's grin got even wider. "If the Patriots win, the two of you get your nipples and clits pierced. You will go in and get 1-inch gold rings in both nipples and your clits."
Jessica and I looked at each other for a few minutes. Freedom vs. being pierced.
"Look. The Seahawks are already 7 points up, and the odds right now are in their favor. I'm giving you the odds here." Jerome pleaded.
"May we go into the other room and discuss this for a few minutes, please?" Jessica asked.
Permission granted, Jessica and I went into the bedroom and closed the door.
As soon as the door had closed, I wrapped Jessica up and kissed her with everything I had. She returned the kiss passionately. We had been spending every available moment that we could together. Of course, we kept it a secret between ourselves. We unwillingly broke the kiss and moved over to sit down. We seriously needed to discuss this.
"Well, here it is. Freedom vs. getting pierced." I said.
"Quite honestly, I think you would look awesome with rings in your nipples." Jessica replied.
"Yeah, and having that ring in your clit for my tongue to play with would also be really hot." I countered.
"Seriously, though," Time to discuss this. "What do you think? We need to decide together. It has to be unanimous yes, or the answer needs to be no."
Jessica suddenly blushed and looked down at the floor.
"What is it?" I asked.
She just sat there for a minute before looking up at me.
"I want to do it." She said. "No. I HAVE to do it."
"OK. I want to get out of this too..." I started before she interrupted.
"NO. It isn't that." She forcefully exclaimed. "I just..."
She didn't finish before her face fell into her hands and she began to sob. I pulled her into my arms and held her. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me back a bit and looked into my eyes as she continued.
"I'm sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry." She began. "I love you so much. This past month, I have fallen in love with you, but I can't help this. I need this. It isn't that I want to be free. It's that I want do go deeper. I need what Jerome and the crew do to me. Fuck! I am craving it. I don't want to give it up. This bet is a win-win for me. Should we win, we are free, but that means that I am free to have a relationship with you completely. If we lose, I continue with this situation that I absolutely love, and even go deeper into it. Either way, I win. Besides, everyone knows that the Patriots are going to win. They were 7-point favorites going in. They have been a second half team all year. Nobody makes better halftime adjustments than Belichick."
We went back out into the Livingroom and agreed to the terms. Jessica and I had to watch the last second interception at the goal line on replay, since our asses were facing the television as we were giving blow-jobs as the game ended. The guys were somewhat disappointed three days later on hearing our cunts were unavailable for the next 6-weeks until the piercings healed. They consoled themselves with the fact that our asses and mouths were still open for business.
The days, weeks, and months passed. Jessica and I fell deeper and deeper in love. I was becoming harder and harder to hide it from our kids. Jake and April also seemed to become more and more serious. They were both planning on attending the local university and living at home. Jessica and I thought that it might have been better if they left home, so that it would give us more time together. We had even discussed the pros and cons of moving in together. All this time, we were still getting our brains fucked out by Jerome's crew several times a week. I'm not really sure how successful Jessica and I were in hiding our love for each other from Jake and April. I would occasionally see a weird glint in their eyes when they came into one or the other's house and found us sitting together drinking a glass of wine and watching a movie. There were a couple of times that they came back early and almost caught us in bed. Of course, hiding it from Jerome and his crew was not even thought about. They picked up on it almost from the start. After several long discussions, Jessica and I decided that we would wait until after we were free from Jerome to discuss it with the kids. They needed to know, but we didn't want the added distraction of serving their bully. Best wait until it was over and pretend it never happened first.
Yeah, like that was going to work. By that time, Jessica and I were both so fully indoctrinated into being sex slaves to Jerome's crew that we simply couldn't imagine not doing it. We would talk long into the night about what we would do after graduation. We actually asked Jerome if he would keep us. It became an addiction for both of us. Regardless of our pleading, Jerome declined our request. He and his crew were leaving, and they simply could not take us with them. We were stuck.
I realize, dear readers, that this may be difficult for you to understand. How do two well-adjusted women crave sexual slavery after being basically blackmailed into it? What is wrong with us, that we would actually mourn our freedom? Tell you what. How about you enter into a similar situation, have about a dozen massive orgasms every other night at the hands of your masters and mistresses, then get back to me on that. Yes, I was in love with Jessica, and she was in love with me. When we were with Jerome's crew, we did not have to think. They told us everything that we were supposed to do. We were serving eight 18-year olds with high libidos and quick recovery times. Being fucked constantly and orgasming non-stop for hours on end has a very high appeal. It becomes addictive. Jessica and I were addicted to it.
That is the mindset that Jessica and I had that fateful day in early June.
Jerome:
Now, you may think that I'm an asshole. That's fine. I really don't care. The truth of the matter is that I would do anything for my friends. Also, my parents taught me from a young age that a man's word meant something. That's why I always followed through on whatever I gave my word to. Give me a break. I was a horney 18-year old kid. I saw an opportunity, and I took it. Don't tell me that if you had the chance to fuck a couple of hot women that you would have passed that up. Sure, a little blackmail was involved. Yes, I took advantage of them. Of course, I set Amy up to be the Clubhouse slut. I had to give my girlfriend and my crew an incentive to do what I wanted. Jessica turned out to be a nice unexpected bonus. As it turned out, Jake and April actually turned out to be pretty cool. I kind of wished that I had seen it earlier, but then again, that would have denied me from getting to know their moms as I did.
So, that brings us back to Amy and Jessica. Contrary to how I usually treated them, I really felt affection for the two of them. I was really happy that they ended up falling in love with each other. I kind of felt like cupid. I hoped that they would stay together and take it to another level after I released them when I graduated. They seemed so happy together. I guess I'm a romantic deep down. I truly hoped that they would make it together. Not what you expected from a complete asshole, is it?
I think that it was in March that I realized it. Amy and Jessica were actually addicted to the treatment that me and my crew were giving them. Yes, I know that they were having multiple huge orgasms when they were serving us. Seriously, I was one of the ones that were giving them the orgasms. Of course, I noticed. It was something more subtle. It was the look in their eyes when they arrived and when they left. It was the tone of their voice when I told them that they would or wouldn't be coming over. I figured out that they needed what I was doing to them. Crap. I really liked them. How was I supposed to just dump them? Yeah, I had gotten fond of them, and, well, it was kind of my fault that they got into this position. I realized that I had a responsibility to try and make sure that they didn't get into a bad situation from this. Contrary to what you may think of me, my parents are good people, and they taught me that being a man meant that I had to own up to my responsibilities. Now, I just needed to figure out what I could do.
I was sitting on the couch with Tanya in late May. We were taking a break from the action as Amy was being triple-teamed by the guys, and Jessica was likewise involved with the girls. I had discussed the situation with Tanya previously, and we had been trying to figure out what to go with them after we graduated. I couldn't just abandon them and have them fall into a bad situation with the wrong people. I knew that their addiction would come up, and they would likely try and find another group of kids to abuse them. That could get really ugly for them if the new group didn't care about them or had no sense of responsibility towards them. No, Tanya and I had figured out that we needed to hand them off to someone that we personally select who would take care of them. The question was who.
"Needs to be someone that will be around for a while. Someone local that will be close and watch over them." Tanya said.
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