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Fantasy League

Super Bowl

Megan and Mary at The Big Easy

It was supposed to be a party or at least that’s what the invitation had said.

Megan wasn’t sure if she’d always liked parties but if she hadn’t liked them before, she knew she like totally liked them now. Parties were so cool because parties had two of her most favorite things. Parties had guys and parties had beer.

Having guys around was always a plus because guys couldn’t help but notice her tits. Of course, girls noticed them, too, but girls didn’t notice them the way guys noticed them. Guys liked to ogle her tits and she did so love it when people really noticed her tits.

Of course, having guys notice her tits was all well and good but if nothing else happened, that wasn’t so good. That’s where the beer came in. Beer made guys do things they wouldn’t normally do. Of course beer sometimes made her do things she wouldn’t normally do either, Megan thought but then on the other hand, sometimes it was like sometimes there were times when she wasn’t sure there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do. She knew she’d called a man Master before and she knew there was a part of her that longed to do it again.

But the main thing of course was her tits. It was sometimes hard to recall that they’d ever been as flat as they’d once been but she’d longed for bigger tits and now suddenly here she was with bigger tits, bra busting tits, tits that demanded attention, milk-filled tits.

Yes, milk-filled tits. Ever since she’d met that pregnant girl Michaela, she’d come to realize that her tits weren’t just jugs but they were milk jugs as well and she did so love that.

Even more recently though, she’d run into that schoolgirl Reina. She hadn’t realized how hot schoolgirls were until she’d met her. Of course the girl’s tits had been obscenely flat but the uniform she wore, schoolgirl pumps and a pleated schoolgirl skirt and of course a white blouse spread taut by an expansive pair of tits, now that was hot. In fact, she was thinking of wearing something exactly like that to the party and besides, she was making that outfit look even hotter nowadays.

That was because of her ass. The day after she’d squared off against that Marci girl, she’d found that she now had a bigger rump. Not obscenely large but large enough to at least give guys something to look at when they weren’t looking at her tits and bubblicious enough to have some real curves to it and when you added to that the fact that you were trying to pack an ass like that into a short, little schoolgirl’s skirt or when you added to that the fact that now that she had an ass like that, the only thing she wanted to wear underneath her skirt were thongs and g-strings because they reminded her just how nice her ass really was.

Did she want to go to a party? Hell yeah, she wanted to go to a party.

* * *

She didn’t want to go to the party.

That’s what Mary kept telling herself. She didn’t want to go to the party and yet ...

And yet something seemed to be pushing her in that direction.

When the invitation had come, she’d thrown it away because she just wasn’t interested. Parties were about people, lots of people, and that just wasn’t her thing. She liked to be controlled. No, she loved being controlled. There was just something so hot about being told what to do and there was something even hotter about complying with that order.

Order. That had to be the sexiest word ever. She knew other people didn’t get it like she got it but orders made her pussy wet.

Some people though kind of got it.

Like there was that girl Michaela. She kind of got it. Of course she was pregnant, too, so maybe there wasn’t as much order there as she’d thought there’d be but she’d told Mary to stop taking her birth control pills because when you were pregnant, you needed so much more and control was as much about what you needed someone to do to or for you.

And then there was that girl Heather. She seemed to get it, too. Of course, Heather was totally into girls but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She’d run into Heather twice and both times, the two of them had let themselves be controlled by another girl.

Michaela and Heather got it but maybe they didn’t understand it quite as well as she did but they at least got it. So she loved being controlled and parties were about people. Control was an intimate thing. Control was a personal thing. Control was the best when it was one person controlling her.

So she’d thrown the invitation away or at least she’d thought she had but the next day the invitation was back again.

Odd, she’d thought. She thought she’d thrown that away. Well this time, she would really throw it away.

And the next day, the invitation was back again.

No, she told herself. She didn’t want to go to any damned party so this time, she tore the invitation up. Surely, that would take care of that.

Except that the next day, the invitation was back again and in as pristine a condition as it had ever been.

Okay, now this was getting weird. She tried burning the invitation but the next day it was back again.

She tried throwing it in a dumpster at work but again, the next day it was back again.

This wasn’t weird anymore. This was scary weird and that was when it finally occurred to her. Maybe someone was trying to control her.

Mmm. Control. Now that was something she could understand. In fact, now that that thought was there, it was almost impossible to dislodge.

She was being controlled. Control was hot. Control was sexy. Someone wanted her to go to the party. It would be wrong then if she didn’t go. Not going was disobedience and disobedience wasn’t sexy.

Not that her mind turned that capriciously. She still wondered where the invitation had come from and who had sent it and just how the hell it was that the invitation kept coming back to her but in the end, she decided someone wanted her to go and if someone wanted her to go, she knew that was exactly what she was going to do.

* * *

Megan tugged at her schoolgirl’s skirt. She still wasn’t used to her bigger bottom and that meant that her skirt kept riding up on her but she had to admit she kind of liked the attention.

Like the two guys over by the punch bowl, the guys who were trying to pretend they weren’t looking at her when she knew damn well they were. That was the kind of attention she liked.

She gave her butt a little wiggle and she loved the way their eyes just seemed to home in on her. God, that was hot.

It was time to see if they wanted to see a little more. She sidled up to the two of them. “Hey, fellas,” she cooed. “What are your names?”

“Ivan,” said the taller of the two men. He had brown hair and a rugged face.

“Alec,” said the other man. He was shorter and stockier than his buddy.

“Ivan and Alec,” Megan cooed. “You know, I couldn’t help noticing that the two of you were watching me. Does that mean you see something you like?”

“I’ll say,” Ivan said. He was barely even bothering to make eye contact. It was clear where he was looking. He wanted to see down her top.

“What about you, Alec? You see something you like?”

It was clear where Alec’s attention was and that, Megan told herself, that was why you wore a tight, little skirt that was just a little bit too short and just a little bit too tight.

“Anyone ever tell you that you are totally hot?” Ivan asked.

“Who me?” Megan said as she decided to pay dumb.

“Yeah you. You’re the hottest thing around here.”

“Oh so what you’re saying is I’m a thing.”

“Girl,” Alec said as he hastily corrected his buddy. “Woman actually. You’re the hottest woman around here.”

“There are plenty of good looking women here.”

“Maybe, but none as well, um, as well endowed as you are.”

Megan smiled. Endowed. She liked that. She liked it a lot. Yeah, she was well endowed. She liked that. “So what’s your fellas game?”

“Huh?”

“Why’d you stop me?”

“Oh. We just thought maybe you’d like to hang out with us,” Alec said.

“Yeah,” his buddy chimed in. “We’re a couple of well endowed guys, too.”

It was like throwing cold water on her. It was one thing to talk about her “endowments” but even if they were kind of hot looking, it was a whole other thing for them to be talking about theirs. It left only one place where this could go and Megan didn’t want people getting the wrong idea. She wasn’t that easy. “I gotta go.”

“What?” asked Alec.

“I gotta go,” and even as Megan walked away, she could see Alec turning on his friend. It served them right, she told herself. Maybe if they’d played their cards right, maybe something might have happened but not now. Definitely not now.

* * *

“Hey.”

Mary had been at the party for almost fifteen minutes and as she stood by table loaded with refreshments, she’d already convinced herself that coming here had been a complete waste of time because as far as she could tell, she didn’t know anyone here and that’s when the stranger had approached her.

No, not stranger, she told herself because she was certain she knew this man. “Your name is Blake, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. My name’s Blake and your name is Mary.” The man picked up some nuts off of the table and he looked at Mary. “Are you enjoying yourself, Mary?”

“Not really.”

Blake popped a nut into his mouth. “And why do you suppose that is, Mary?”

Mary shrugged. “I suppose it’s because I don’t know anyone here.”

“Oh come now, Mary. You have to know that’s not exactly the case. You could have a good time here even if you didn’t know a single person here.”

“Yeah? How do you figure that?”

Blake just smiled. “You’re a good looking woman. How about you figure it out for yourself.”

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t. In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, I’m starting to think that maybe I should never have come here at all.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“In fact, I think maybe I’m going to leave.”

“Well now, we can’t have that, can we? It would spoil all the fun.”

What the hell was he talking about, Mary wondered but she was about to find out.

“How’d you get here?” Blake asked.

“I drove. Why?”

“So I imagine you have your keys with you.”

“Yeah. Right here in my purse. Why?”

“Can I see them?”

Why did he want to see her keys, Mary wondered and yet at the same time she was taking her keys out of her purse.

“Give them to me.”

Again, Mary wondered why he was asking her to do what he was asking and yet even at the same time she was handing her keys over to the man.

Blake put the keys in his pocket. “Good. Now that that’s settled, you’re going to stay here at the party until it really is time to go but until then, you are going to mingle with the people here at the party unless of course you feel up to demanding me to give your keys back to you.”

What the heck?! No. That wasn’t the way things were supposed to work and yet when she looked at him, she suddenly felt subconscious.

“Well,” he demanded.

How dare he, Mary thought and yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a little surge of excitement at it. Sure it was wrong but he was telling her what to do and Mary did so like that.

“Now run along,” the man told her, “and Mary, while you’re here, look for the blue door.”

There was a part of Mary that didn’t want to do what he told her to do and after all, he still had her keys but in the end, she still did what she was told to do.

* * *

“I have to say you handled that well.”

“What?” Megan asked. She hadn’t noticed the man who was now standing beside her. “Handled what well?”

“Those two guys. Ivan and Alec. I have to say you handled that well.”

“You know them?” Megan asked warily.

“Never met them.”

“Then how—”

“I was watching you but then I’d imagine you have to be used to that by now.”

Megan was taking another look at the man. “I know you, don’t I. Your name’s—”

“Blake.”

“Yeah that’s right. Blake,” she said. “So how do you know those guys?”

“I told you. I don’t know them but I was watching them just the way they were watching you or should I say just the way they were watching your tits.”

Megan was about to say something except there was something about the way he said that last word, something that seemed to make her breasts go all tingly.

“I imagine that’s what you wanted though. You’ve always wanted bigger tits.”

There it was again. That word and her breasts were even hotter.

“But now you’ve got them. You must be so happy. Now you’ve got your bigger tits.”

There was that word again and she was happy and her happiness seemed to center around her ...

“Tits. It’s such a wonderful word. Such a happy word. Tits, tits, tits. But it’s a demanding word as well. Tits need to be taken care of.”

Yes indeed. Megan could see that. But more than that, her tits really needed to be taken care of.

“I’ll bet that’s what your tits need to,” Blake was saying. “I’ll bet your tits need to be taken care of.”

There That word was again. Twice actually. Such a happy word. Tits.

“Well I’ll let you get on with the rest of the party but like I said, good job with those too. Just remember though. Before you leave, look for the blue door.”

* * *

Mary was still wondering about the last part of what that guy Blake had said. Look for the blue door, he’d said. What the heck was that supposed to mean? What blue door? She was still thinking that very same thing when she ran into one of the very last people she’d expected to see.

At first, Mary wasn’t sure if the girl who was she thought she was. After all, she’d only met her once before but that one time was enough to leave a lasting impression. Still, she didn’t want to make a mistake in identification and certainly not with something like this.

Mary knew what her name was. She hadn’t known it at the the time but Carly had told her and Heather what the gang leader’s name was. Leila. Leila Stephenson. That’s what the girl’s name and she was out there dancing with another girl and Mary just couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her.

The music ended and the two girls went their different ways. “What are you looking at?” Leila asked as she moved towards Mary.

She had to be wrong, Mary thought. It wasn’t her at all. It was just a case of mistaken identification, she thought as she turned away.

“Hey,” the girl called out and then Mary felt a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

Mary turned back around. “To m-me,” she stammered.

“Yeah to you. I know you, don’t I?”

“I don’t know,” Mary muttered weekly.

“You may not know but I do. I met you that day at the mall. You were there with your friend. What was her name?”

“H-heather?”

“Yeah that’s it. That’s the bitch’s name. Heather. You two thought you were such hot shit. You thought you could hide out from me and my girls in that bathroom but we showed you, didn’t we?”

In spite of herself, Mary nodded.

“Maybe you’d like to give me a repeat performance.”

The answer wasn’t supposed to be yes but then the other girl really wasn’t giving Mary an opportunity to speak up for herself anyway. She just wrapped a hand around Mary’s wrist and the she was pulling on Mary. “Come on,” she said as she led the two of them into an empty bedroom.

“Now as I remember it,” Leila said, “when last we’d left off, you and your little girlfriend were on your knees. Isn’t that right, and since it seems to me as if you’re the type of girl who would be right at home on her knees, how about we get you down on your knees right now.”

Mary might have argued the point if it weren’t for the fact that she was already falling to her knees.

“There you go. I had the feeling that you’d be right at home on your knees.”

She was right, Mary realized. She was right at home on her knees.

“Look up here,” Leila said.

Mary looked up at the woman standing over her.

“I’ll bet this is what you really like,” Leila taunted her. “I’ll bet you like it when you’re there on your knees.”

Well yes, Mary thought, but was it that obvious?

Leila was pulling her dress up and then she slid her panties down far enough so that she could slide one foe her legs free of the garment but she was still holding her panties as she straddled Mary’s face. “There you go, Bitch. Go on. Do it. Eat that pussy.”

Mary couldn’t help herself. She even tried to tell herself that she didn’t even have a choice in the matter what with the way that wet pussy was being pressed up against her face or with the smell of sex in her nostrils but deep down inside Mary knew that the real reason she didn’t have a choice was that she would have licked that pussy even if Leila hadn’t forced it on her. It was simply enough that she be told to do it.

So she licked that pussy and she licked it some more.

“Oh yeah,” Leila moaned. “That’s it. Good girl. Lick that pussy.”

Yes, Mary told herself. Yes. That was what she had to do.

And now Leila’s breathing was coming a little bit more raggedly. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes. Lick me.”

Mary couldn’t help but work her tongue against the other woman’s clit.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck. That’s it,” Leila panted raggedly. “That’s it. Keep doing that. Oh my God. Don’t you dare stop.”

Mary wasn’t stopping and she continued what she was doing even after it was clear that Leila was cumming on her face.

“Fuck yeah,” Leila moaned “fuck ... yeah!”

Leila just laughed at her as Mary finally pulled herself free and then hurriedly got to her feet. “Go on. Run girl but anytime you want to slide your tongue up inside another pussy, you know who to come to get what you want.”

Mary staggered into the hallway and she kept right on moving. It wasn’t that she didn’t like what Leila had made her do. In point of fact, she actually had liked it. In fact, she’d loved it. It was just that she knew she wasn’t supposed to like it and the only way to keep from showing that was to move.

And then suddenly there it was right there in front of her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it before but there it was, the blue door.

* * *

What the hell was the matter with her? That’s what Megan wanted to know.

Sure, she’d given those two guys Ivan and Alec a hard time but they’d pretty much deserved what she’d given them but then she ran into that Blake guy and it was tits this and tits that and every time he said the word tits, she could feel herself getting hotter and hotter until ...

Until it had led to something like this.

By the time that Blake guy had turned her loose, everything seemed to revolve around her tits and she’d run into this guy. He was just some ordinary looking guy. In fact, there was nothing special about him really until he’d said those magic words. “Hey,” he said. “Nice tits.”

“You think so,” Megan had gushed. “You really like them?”

“Yeah, I like them. Who wouldn’t like them?”

Megan was practically shivering with sexual need. She shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself. “You really like them?” she asked again just to make sure.

“Yeah, I said I liked them.”

“You want to fuck them?”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. You want to fuck them?”

He wasn’t really looking at her. He was in fact staring at her tits instead. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Yeah, I’d like to fuck them.”

“Let’s go find a place where you can do that then.”

It hadn’t taken them long to find an empty room and then Megan was pulling the guy inside. God, she loved the way he was staring at her as she opened her blouse. She didn’t even bother pushing her blouse off her shoulders. Instead, she just went to work on his jeans.

“Nice cock,” she said as she stroked him.

“Thanks.”

She knelt down in front of him and she sucked his cock and when she thought he was ready, she pushed her tits together. “Come on,” she said. “Do it. Fuck them.”

The guy wasn’t wasting any time as he slid his cock between Megan’s substantial tits and Megan couldn’t help but moan when he did it. Oh my God, yes, she wanted to say. Yes. Fuck my tits.

But the boy didn’t really need any encouragement she realized as she looked up at him. All it had taken was for him to get his cock between her tits and he’d fuck them until ...

Oh my god. He was going to cum on her tits.

And why shouldn’t he? That was so hot. She wanted that. “I want you to cum on my tits,” she told the boy. “Don’t hold back. Just come on my tits.”

The boy groaned.

Megan knew he was close. “Come on. Do it. Cum on my tits.”

That was all it took. The boy groaned and in the next instant, she could feel it getting even wetter between her tits and then cum started ooze out and when the guy pulled out and jerked the rest of his cock out on her tits, well that was great, too.

So what the hell was the matter with her? She’d used the boy’s shirt to wipe off her tits before she buttoned up her blouse and staggered out into the hall and that’s when she saw it. A blue door. Funny that she hadn’t noticed that before she thought as she lurched toward the door.

* * *

Inside the room was Blake and another woman. The woman had her back to her but Blake looked up as Megan entered. “Ah, Megan,” he said. “How nice of you to join us. As it so happens, Mary just got here, too.”

“Where’s here?”

“All of that will be explained in a moment but for now, I’d like the two of you to kneel in front of me.”

Megan couldn’t help but notice just how easily the other woman seemed to take to Blake’s orders. Well, she wasn’t like that. She wasn’t some girl that Blake could just push around however he wanted.

Of course there was probably a reason he wanted her to kneel and it made perfect sense as well. He probably wanted a better look at her tits and that was something that Megan could totally understand because she totally loved it when guys loved her tits so without giving it another thought, she knelt down next to the other girl.

The music and noise of the party was suddenly quiet.

“You two make an interesting contrast,” Blake said.

Both women looked at him.

“You,” he said with a nod towards Megan, “you’ve always wanted to have bigger breasts. No, don’t interrupt me. You know it’s true. You’ve always wished your body was better and now you have a body that’s built for sex.”

A body that was built for sex. Megan couldn’t help but preen at those words even if she knew she shouldn’t. It was just that she liked the way that sounded.

“And you,” Blake said as he turned towards Mary, “you didn’t want physical transformation. What you wanted was something else. You wanted to be controlled and so you were and as you’ve let yourself be led down that path, you’ve seen yourself become more and more submissive.”

Mary might have interjected something if it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t want to seem argumentative. Sure, she wanted to be controlled and sure, she did want to please but just because he wanted those things, it didn’t mean those things ruled her body.

“So I suppose the question must be asked. On the one hand we have physical transformation and on the other a mental transformation but which one makes you the easier lay.”

Blake held up a hand before either one could respond. “No please. I’m not looking for an answer or maybe I am but I’m not looking for an answer from either one of you.”

Both women looked on but said nothing.

In a moment, the two of you will leave this room. “Your goal will be to leave this party before this party consumes you. Both of you will be subject to the whims of your various fantasies and of the fantasies you have inherited. If you leave, you will have proven yourself the master of your own fantasies and they will be yours to do with as you see fit. If on the other hand, you are unable to make it out, you will instead become a slave to your fantasies and you will forever more become more and more what your fantasies want you to be. Do you understand?”

Both women looked at the man and then both in turn nodded at him.

“Excellent. Then we begin now.”

The noise of the party which had been muted before suddenly became palpable again causing each woman to look over her shoulder at the door behind them. It was only a momentary glance but when they turned back round, Blake was gone.

“Where is he?” Megan asked.

Mary shrugged.

“Didn’t you see him go?”

“Nuh uh. Didn’t you?”

“No,” Megan said irritably.

“So what are we supposed to do?”

“You heard him. He said we’re supposed to try and get out of here.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think we will?”

“I don’t know about you but I know I will,” and with that, Megan got up and she walked back out through the blue door.

For all of her intent to show that she wasn’t what that Blake fellow said she was, Megan never really got that far. In fact, she only got as far as Ivan and Alec.

“Would you look who’s here,” Ivan said.

“You ran off in such a hurry that we didn’t have a chance to say good bye.”

“Not that we really wanted to say that,” Alec added. “You just never gave us a chance.”

God damn, she was getting hot, Megan told herself and what with the way that Ivan was staring at her tits and with the way that Alec was looking at her ass, well heck, if eyes were hands, she’d have their paw prints all over her by now.

And just what was wrong with that?

Megan shook her head. There was something wrong with it. There was something she was supposed to do but fuck, she loved it when guys loved her body.

But there was something she was supposed to do.

“You ran off so quickly,” Alec said and even as he did, he was running a hand over Megan’s ass and ooh, that hand felt good. “You ran off so quickly that we couldn’t help but wonder why.”

Ivan was quick to pick up on the fact that Megan wasn’t running away anymore. “Maybe she wants to show us her tits.”

There was that word agin. Tits! Damn that word made her hot and that’s when she realized that Ivan was in fact stroking her tits.

“Then on the other hand,” Alec said, “maybe she wants to show us this.”

Mmm. He was lifting up her skirt and now she could feel his hand on her cheeks.

“I don’t know. This is pretty good, too,” Ivan said as he started to unbutton her blouse.

Oh my God. They were practically undressing her in front of everyone and the weird thing about it was that she seemed powerless to stop them.

“We should go somewhere a little more private,” Ivan said as if he were almost reading her mind.

“Yeah,” his buddy agreed. “Somewhere private.”

It wasn’t long before the two men were leading Megan into a secluded room and it wasn’t longer before the two of them had stripped her of the rest of her clothes.

“We’ve got something for you,” Ivan told her.

“Yeah, we’ve got something for you,” his friend agreed and it wasn’t long before both men had removed their clothes and then they were showing her their cocks.

Megan didn’t bother to resist as the men pushed her down and even as she sucked on Ivan’s cock, there was his buddy with his hands on her ass even as he fucked her from behind and it wasn’t long before he’d cum in her pussy but they were only just getting started. Even as Megan rolled over onto her back, there was Ivan to fuck her pussy and even then, even after Ivan had cum inside her, even then she wasn’t done because she just had to let the two men cum on her tits.

There it was again. That word. Tits! Such a magical word. Just thinking the word made her so hot that she knew she just had to cum again and again and again.

* * *

“Hey, where are you going so fast?”

It was a woman’s voice. Don’t stop, Mary told herself. Don’t stop, but in spite of herself she did stop.

“Turn around.”

Mary turned and she had to admit that it felt really good to do what she was told to do.

The girl, Mary had no other way to think of her because she looked so diminutive but the girl was a blond with red streaks in her hair. “Where are you going so fast?” the girl asked.

“I was just leaving.”

“Nonsense. You can’t leave now. You’ve got to stay with me and my boyfriend.”

No, Mary thought. No. She had to get away. That’s what that man Blake had told her but ...

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Come here.”

It was an order and Mary not only wanted to do what she was told to do but she got a rush from it as well so she came.

“Why were you going to leave?”

It wasn’t exactly an order except that the girl’s tone left little doubt as to what it was she wanted so Mary felt compelled to answer and besides, it was so hot to answer and the more she said, the more eager she was to tell the girl everything that the girl wanted to know so Mary old her about Blake and about her fantasy of being controlled and how she’d loved it every time she’d let someone use her and how now she had a choice as to whether she wanted to own her fantasy or whether in the end, she would let it consume her.

“You don’t believe that, do you? No, don’t answer that. What do you say we put it to a test. This here is my boyfriend George and I’m Cheryl. Say hi to George.”

Mary looked at George. “Hi, George.”

“George here has a big cock. I’ll bet you didn’t know that but why don’t you feel his cock through his pants.”

The words weren’t exactly an order but the tone left little doubt as to what it was. Mary felt a little self-conscious doing that with all these people around but an order was an order and besides it was just so hot to do what she was told to do so she ran her hand over the front of George’s pants.

“Squeeze it.”

Mary squeezed George’s cock.

“Doesn’t it make you hot?”

Mary wasn’t sure anymore. Was it the fact that she was being ordered around that was making her hot or was it George’s cock. Then on the other hand, did it really matter what was making her hot.

“Doesn’t it make you hot,” Cheryl said again.

“Yes. It makes me hot.”

“Don’t just tell me. Tell George. Tell him his dick makes you hot.”

Mary was still teasing George’s cock through his pants because she knew that was what Cheryl wanted her to do but now she looked up from George’s dick and she looked up at George. “Your dick makes me hot.”

“Tell George you want to suck his dick.”

“I want to suck your dick.”

“Tell George that after you suck his dick, you’re going to want him to fuck your pussy.”

“After I suck your dick, I want you to fuck my pussy.”

“Tell George that you want to feel his cum in your pussy.”

Mary couldn’t help herself and did it really matter why it was that she wanted what she wanted but damn, she did know what she wanted. “I want to feel your cum in my pussy,” she purred.

“Tell George that when he does that, you’re going to cum so hard all over his big, fat cock.”

“When you do that, I’m going to cum all over your cock.”

“Nuh uh. You’re going to cum all over his big ... fat ... cock.”

“I’m going to cum all over your big, fat cock.”

“What do you say to that, George.”

Finally, George spoke. “It sounds good to me,” he said.

“It seems George here likes your proposal. Why don’t we go find a room somewhere where the two of you can fuck.”

It didn’t even matter anymore why he was feeling like she was feeling, Mary told herself. What mattered was the next order. Fuck. She’d fuck a hundred Georges if that was what someone would tell her to do.

They found a bedroom where Mary and George could fuck and as Cheryl closed the door behind the three of them, the noise from the party faded away. “Take off your clothes,” Cheryl ordered. “Let’s let George see your body.”

That was all that Cheryl had to say to get Mary to remove her clothes.

“Now take his clothes off.”

Once more, Mary did what she was told to knowing that all the while if the way Cheryl was playing with herself was any indication, she was getting just as turned on as Mary was.

“Kneel down in front of him and take hold of his cock and look up at him and tell him you really want to suck his cock.”

Yes, she could do that and she did do that.

“Now you know what to do.”

Indeed she did. Mary took George’s cock into her mouth and she sucked him. Forward and backward her mouth went. Forward and backward.

“That’s it,” Cheryl cooed even as one hand was pushed down inside her panties and as the other one squeezed her breasts. “That’s it. Suck his cock.”

She was, Mary wanted to say but that would have meant stopping what she was doing and she was sure she wasn’t supposed to do that.

“Keep sucking.”

She was.

“I think George wants to get his cock in that pussy of yours. What do you say to that?”

As much as it might have sounded like a question, Mary knew what it was. It was an order and she loved it so she just nodded her assent.

“How do you want her George?”

“I think I want her on top.”

Even if Mary couldn’t see it, Cheryl was smiling. “George always wants the girl on top, isn’t that right, Baby? I think he likes it when they drive themselves down on his pole but don’t get used to it, Honey, because it’s about the only time you’re going to be up on top.”

Mary did as she was told and it wasn’t long before she was bouncing up and down on George’s cock.

“Fuck, that’s good,” the man groaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”

It was more than that, Mary knew because she could feel him cumming inside her and even as she felt that, she could feel herself cumming on George’s dick.

* * *

It was morning and the party was over and Mary was naked. She had no idea where her clothes were but since the party had left her and not the other way around, they were probably still here somewhere. Mary pulled herself reluctantly to her feet.

“I see you didn’t make it out either.”

Mary whirled to find Megan looking at her. She wasn’t quite as naked as Mary was because she still had the skirt she’d been wearing the night before but it was now bunched up around her waist and as big as her tits and her ass were and as short as the skirt was, it seemed obscenely small. “I see you didn’t make it either,” Mary observed.

“I know,” Megan said and she was quiet for a moment. “God, I can’t help myself. I love my tits. Do you love my tits?”

Mary nodded noncommitally.

“I heard you liked girls.”

Again, Mary nodded.

“Do you like me?”

Again, Mary nodded.

“I love my tits,” Megan said again. “I love everything about them but do you know what I love most about them?”

Mary shook her head.

“It’s my nipples. I mean look at them. They’re so big and puffy and ... oh fuck ... they’re so sensitive. Sometimes I think I can get off just by having someone suck on my nipples. You know what I mean?”

Mary shook her head. She didn’t know.

“I heard you liked girls,” Megan said again, “so I was wondering if you’d do me a favor. Would you suck on my nipples?”

It wasn’t exactly an order but then it didn’t exactly have to be. As much as she wanted to do whatever someone told her to do, even the hint of a suggestion was enough to get Mary moving so without further ado, she began to suck on Megan’s tits.

“Oh yes,” Megan moaned even as she stroked Mary’s hair. “Oh yes. That’s it. Oh yes. Oh my,” she moaned as Mary continued to suck. “You know, I think you and I are going to be real good friends.”