CHAPTER  48  (2/2)

We walked into the same trashy clothing shop that Vanessa had bought her panties from before.

"Oh my God, Vanessa, look at this lingerie!" Victoria announced excitedly as soon as we walked in the door. The blonde cheerleader was holding up a bright red, lace babydoll lingerie outfit. "You must make Milksop buy this for you!"

"I-I thought I was just getting her panties?" I whined to Victoria.

"Shut up, babydick." Victoria looked down at my crotch with disgust. "Don't be stupid. You knew what you'd be buying her."

"Yes, Miss Victoria," I answered solemnly.

"Don't worry, we'll have you buy actual panties for her, too! Haha!" Victoria then turned back to Vanessa, swaying the lingerie outfit. "And it's red! Brad's favorite colouurrr!" Victoria said temptingly.

Vanessa's smile widened and her eyes lit up, even though she was a little embarrassed. "It can't hurt if I just try it on," Vanessa agreed as she let go of my arm, leaving me standing there helplessly.

"You'll have to step out of the dressing area when she tries it on," Claire told me as Vanessa stepped into the dressing room. "This outfit much too sexy for you to see."

"But..."

"No buts! You're buying it, but that doesn't mean you get to see her in it! You're not allowed to see her in any sexy outfits until you learn to respect her more, remember? So you'll have to step out."

"Okay," I answered with disappointment.

"But we need a guys opinion on how hot it looks," Victoria added thoughtfully. "So, babydick, go get that employee that was stocking shirts. You know the one: that handsome black guy. Ask if he'll come into the dressing room and check out your girlfriend for you."

"But..."

"NO BUTS! Tell him your girlfriend wants a man's opinion so she sent you to ask him to check her out."

Claire grinned and crossed her arms. "And be polite!" I knew I had to obey.

I left the dressing area and walked shyly to the employee with my hands in my pockets. He looked quite a bit more grown up than me (he was probably in his mid-twenties) and was an entire head taller than I was. "Umm... Sir?"

"Yeah?" He asked, turning from stocking the boxes onto the wall.

"Uh... My girlfriend is trying on lingerie, and umm, she wants a man's opinion on how it looks..."

The employee seemed curious by the request and eyed me up and down before responding. "Your girlfriend... That Latina with the big cans?"

I was taken back by the response. I got the feeling that he didn't speak so vulgarly to most customers, but for some reason, he must have decided that he didn't have to bother with the courtesy he showed most customers.

"Uhh, yes sir," I answered nervously, being taken off guard from the unexpected response.

He sniffed and adjusted his crotch. "Sure, I wouldn't mind checking her out in Lingerie for ya." I could tell he felt disdain towards me and thought I was playing some sort of perverted fantasy, but he didn't care. A free chance to check out a big-titted slut in lingerie during his work hours seemed like a good deal to him.

He waltzed over to the dressing area curiously and gave it a hesitant knock. Chelsea pulled back the curtain and welcomed him generously. "Oh good, a real man is here to give his opinion," Victoria announced as Chelse closed the curtain behind him.

Vanessa had already stepped out of the changing room and was now standing in the private dressing area in the red, lacey, babydoll robe and panties. The little robe ended at Vanessa's hips, only covering the top half of her matching red lace panties. The adult black guy eyed her up and down. The girls had instructed Vanessa to keep her heels on.

"Damn!"

"You like it?" Victoria asked as she stepped behind Vanessa and placed her hands on the girls' shoulders. Vanessa felt shy and exposed but also a little proud of seeing the employee admiring her body in the skimpy outfit. With her long legs, curvy hips and naturally large breasts, she had a body that guys always seemed to like!

"Uh-huh, that looks fire," he answered as he stood in the entryway. He was obviously warming up to being there.

"Give him a little twirl," Victoria urged as she let go of her shoulders. Vanessa grabbed the hem of the little robe and twirled side to side, the dress swaying with her movements as the guy checked her out up and down. I could only clench my fists as I sat on the other side of the curtains, listening to this total stranger check out my girlfriend in intimate, sexy lingerie.

"Is that your shirt?" He asked as he nodded over to the dressing stall with the shirt hanging over the door.

"Yes," Victoria answered for her as she placed her hands back onto her shoulders. "Vanessa here just LOVES BBC, isn't that right?" Victoria gave the employee a little wink.

"Yes!" Vanessa answered proudly. She assumed one of the girls must have told the employee what 'BBC' meant earlier. I ground my teeth with anger as I heard them speaking.

"Well damn, we should get drinks! I'm Jamal," he said as he stepped closer. 'He must be a fan of the show, too,' Vanessa thought to herself excitedly. It made sense, lots of guys enjoyed BB's show after all. Why wouldn't they?

"Well, I'm not old enough to drink, but I'd love to hang out," Vanessa answered warmly.

"Psh," Victoria sighed dismissively. "You know that those rules don't apply to us!"

Chelsea crossed her arms and agreed. "Yea, if you want to be a popular cheerleader, you have to be cool enough to drink."

"Oh, uhh, I mean, of course, I drink sometimes," Vanessa answered, a bit befuddled.

"Don't worry, I know a place that won't ID you. I won't tell if you don't," Jamal said with a chuckle.

"Vanessa would love to have drinks with you," Victoria said as she gave the guy another wink. I was stewing with anger as I heard this total stranger hitting on my girlfriend, right in front of me. I could do nothing but listen as Vanessa gave him her phone number. "Sounds fun," Vanessa said, feeling more and more comfortable.

"You should wear that," Jamal said with a laugh as Victoria made Vanessa give the guy another twirl.

The employee seemed startled when he noticed someone sitting outside the dressing room, but then seemed to relax when he realized it was just me. "All done, dude. Even got her number!"

"Uhh... great..."I whispered as he walked past, ignoring my response. I really hoped Vanessa wasn't actually going to have drinks with that guy at some dive bar.

I was allowed back into the dressing room area once Vanessa was safely closed in the private stall, out of sight. The only thing I could see was her heels beneath the stall door as she slipped the sleek red lingerie off her feet.

"Good news, milksop!" Victoria announced excitedly, "Jamal LOVED the red lingerie. Vanessa looked so sexy in it, it hugged her body so tight! You should have seen it when she twerked for Jamal! So, you can go ahead and buy it for her now!"

"Oh... Great..."

"Did you girls see that huge bulge in Jamal's pants?" Victoria asked her friends purposely loud enough for Vanessa to hear.

"Of course, how could we miss it? He has a huge package! Maybe you should start drinking HIS medicine, Milksop!" The girls always found a way to make me the butt of the joke. I heard a little giggle from Vanessa's stall.

As we were standing in the line to check-out, I overheard Victoria whispering into Vanessa's ear. "You should wear this for Brad tomorrow, during his blowjob! He'd love that!"

"But... That's not really fair to Milksop if he buys it for me, and I wear it for Brad."

I smiled warmly. My girlfriend was so faithful and thoughtful!

Victoria grabbed my girlfriend's arm. "See, that's exactly the type of thought process we have to fix! You need to stop letting Milksop guilt you into things! He's buying this for you because he OWES you, remember? So it's all yours, and you need to try to make an effort to shrug off any guilt towards him."

"Well... That's true, I guess... But still, I can't wear this at school!"

"Sure you can! Just bring it in your gym bag and change in the bathroom! Nobody else has to see!" It was something, watching Victoria holding Vanessa's arm like they had been best friends since childhood. Her confidence really was overpowering. She flung her head back towards me standing behind them. "Milksop, don't you think Brad would like if Vanessa wore this for him?"

"Uhh, I mean, any guy would, of course, bu-" Victoria cut me off before I could say another word. "See? Milksop even thinks you should wear it for him!"

"Well... I guess I could change into it in the locker room after classes, and surprise him in it," Vanessa answered with a thoughtful smile on her face.

"He's going to love it! Red is his favorite color, ya know!" Victoria elbowed my girlfriend's arm as she reminded her.

Claire also grabbed my arm, but it was a stern, painful grab as she pulled my ear closer to her mouth. "Wow, so you're buying this for Vanessa, but she's wearing it for Brad... So it's kind of like... You're buying it for Brad?"

A pained look crossed my face as the realization set in. She was right. Claire smiled with delight as she watched my eyes begin to burn with jealousy while Vanessa held the lingerie up to her chest once again.

Chelsea found a pair of shiny golden handcuffs on one of the displays. "Look at these, Victoria," she remarked as she held up the real, functioning pair of cuffs.

"Oh my God, Vanessa, you have to get these," Victoria said excitedly as she grabbed the gold handcuffs.

"Why?" Vanessa asked curiously. I was also intrigued to hear the reason.

"You wear it as an awesome fashion accessory! Let me show you." Victoria reached down and clasped one of the handcuffs around Vanessa's ankle. It clicked locked. "You lock this one around your ankle, and leave the other one hanging free!" The other cuff dangled from the chain, resting even with her heel, just an inch off the floor.

"Oh yes, that suits you so well," Chelsea agreed readily.

"Really?" Vanessa was unsure, but also kind of intrigued. She'd never seen a pair of handcuffs hanging off someone's ankle as a fashion statement before.

"Definitely. Guys are going to think it's so hot when you walk around school with it. Try walking around with it now."

Vanessa took a few steps around the store. She couldn't help but grin as the gold handcuff clanked against her heel, dangling off her ankle. She kind of felt like a fashion runway model as the girls gushed over how good it fit her.

"Guys are going to think you're sooo adventurous," Victoria said, excitedly grabbing Vanessa's arm as she returned to the checkout line. She reached down with the little gold key and unlocked the pair of handcuffs, then held them up with a finger. "You HAVE to get them!"

"But... Milksop's only buying me underwear," Vanessa said hesitantly. Victoria shut me down before I could react.

"Milksop is your boyfriend, he should be buying you stuff all the time, not just what he HAS to buy you." The blonde turned back towards me, looking at me with her piercing blue eyes, dangling the handcuffs off a finger. "Besides, if he doesn't buy them for you, I bet Brad wouldn't mind buying them for you!"

Victoria knew how to play me like a fool. As soon as she said that, I pulled my cash out of my pocket. "I'll buy them for you, babe," I said as fast as I could.

"Aww, you would? Even though you don't have too?" Vanessa asked sweetly.

"Of course, I want to make you happy," I answered proudly. Vanessa leaned back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt so chuffed!

At the checkout counter, I had to pull out more of my summer savings to pay. Not only for the handcuffs and lingerie set - but I also had to pay for a big pile of panties they picked out. It was my first time seeing the types of panties Vanessa wore, and my eyes were wide open. Lots of skimpy, sexy panties with lace and frills. Lots of bright, multi-colored g-strings - black and pinks, red and white, eye-catching neon green. Lots with words on them, too: Bad girl, xxx babe, lucky you, slippery when wet, naughty girl, EZ Lay, Spank Me. I had no idea Vanessa wore such trashy, suggestive underwear!

"You can wear THESE for Milksop," Victoria said with a nudge as she held up a pair that read: 'All you can eat' across the front. Vanessa chuckled.

Claire slapped my hand when I tried to help unload the panties. "You're not allowed to look at her panties!" She shouted loud enough for the cashier to hear, and I quickly looked away with embarrassment and handed over my cash shyly. I didn't get much change back. My summer savings fund was quickly becoming depleted.

Meanwhile, my mom was having a little shopping experience of her own. She was at Jean’s Boutique, a women's clothing store that sold lots of fashionable dresses and outfits, as well as a nice selection of lingerie (most of it French style.)

One of the managers had struck up a conversation about my mom's shirt as she was shopping. "Oh, it's a play on words? And you said BBC stands for BB's Channel?" The man asked curiously.

"That's right! It's my new slogan!"

"Haha, funny! So you're that adult showgirl, on that one channel... The one named... What was it again? Oh, yea! Naughty Becky, right?"

"Umm, yes, that's me! Though I prefer the term news anchor," my mom corrected him gently. She cringed a bit from being referred to as an 'adult showgirl,' even though it was starting to sound more and more like an apt description of her.

"News Anchor?" He asked skeptically as he glanced down at her t-shirt once again, her large breasts breathing beneath the 'I (heart) BBC' slogan. "You're on the late-night channel though, right? The one where all those guys lined up to spank you, right?"

"Uhh, yes, that's the one, heh," my mom laughed nervously as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. The man changed the subject. He noticed that she was getting nervous, and he didn't want to scare her away.

"Right! Well, believe it or not, I'm actually the owner of this store," the well-dressed businessman said proudly. Becky's eyes lit up!

"Wow, the owner! What an honor to meet you! Are you Jean?"

"Haha, no, Jean’s Boutique is just the name of the store. I'm John."

"Well, it's such a pleasure to meet you, John! I love your store," She said excitedly.

"Oh, please! The pleasure is mine," the man said as my mom gushed with excitement. He noticed how giddy she was. "Say, how would you feel about getting a bit more exposure?"

Now Becky's eyes really lit up. A news reporter's entire career depended on being recognized and getting lots of exposure! "Oh wow, I'd tell you that I'm VERY interested," she answered excitedly. "Anything to help me gain more recognition!"

The manager smiled, pleased with her response. "That's excellent!" He could tell it was going to be very easy to exploit the big-titted MILF. "I've been looking for a model to showcase some of our clothing selections. And, seeing how you already shop here, you'd be a great choice!"

"A model!" My mom was practically eating out of the manager's hands.

"It'd be great exposure for you and could help your name become more familiar with new crowds," the manager said, enticing the blond more and more.

"Let me give you my number," my mom said in a hurry, pulling out a pen and notebook from her purse. "My cell, my personal, and here's my work number. My manager will answer if I'm filming when you call." She wrote down the numbers, then wrote down her name. She decided to write her name as 'Naughty Becky,' just to be sure the manager didn't forget who she was. She was sure a prestigious business owner like him must have gotten lots of models' numbers, so she had to be sure he didn't forget which Becky she was.

"I'll be in touch, I'm sure we can set something up for next week," he said as he took the paper from her.

"Thank you so much!" My mom continued gushing how much she loved the store and looked forward to the opportunity to model whatever outfits he wanted. She felt so lucky to have built a strong work connection! Little did she know she'd be expected to model the outfits live, standing in the display windows like some sort of living bimbo mannequin, posing for people shopping around the store.

After shopping, Vanessa and my mom had a hair and nail appointment while the cheerleaders took off. I was relieved to have the vicious girls gone, but also things got a little bit awkward with just myself, Vanessa and my mom walking around the mall. There were lots of catcalls (which both my mom and Vanessa were very flattered and flirtatious with the catcallers, giving them lots of waves and winks). When we walked into the salon - Vanessa on my left, my mom on my right, both wearing 'I (heart) BBC' shirts - all the girls in the salon looked me up and down, then burst out in a laugh.

"Here for our hair appointment," my mom said sweetly as we walked to the counter. Both girls were getting their hair touched up - Vanessa was getting her hair bleached blonde again, to make sure it stayed very blonde (even though it looked so obviously dyed with her tan Latina complexion) while my mom was just getting touch-ups.

"Sure thing! Will you be getting the head massage and your nails done, too?"

"Definitely," my mom answered, handing the hostess her credit card.

"Love your shirts, very fun," the hostess said as she waved my mom and Vanessa to the back. "And here you go, little guy. Have a seat. Your mommy and her friend will be back soon!" She handed me a coloring book that was obviously meant for little children. It felt so belittling, but I was too shy to say anything as I sat on the waiting area with my children's book that had already been scribbled on with crayons. I heard saw the girls whispering and giggling at me as I sat down. I felt really out of place. I couldn't wait to leave the mall.

While I sat there fiddling with the dumb book, Vanessa and my mom chatted together and enjoyed having their hair and nails done.

"It's so fun being able to do such girly stuff, even with Milksop," Vanessa said sweetly.

"Milksop enjoys girly activities," my mom said, trying to build me up in front of my girlfriend. She thought that having me show interest in Vanessa's activities would strengthen our relationship.

Vanessa looked over at me, sitting in the waiting area fumbling with the coloring book. "Ya, that's one thing I love about him! It's so nice having someone paint my nails and help me with my make-up before I go out," she said with a smile.

When we were finally finished at the mall, my mom dropped me off at home before driving to the last (and biggest) appointment of the night: the cosmetic clinic. The same one where my mom got her new, extra-large breast and ass implants just a few weeks prior. It was time for the girls to get their bimbo lip injections.

  CHAPTER  47  (2/2)


Milksop is to swallow a full load of Brad's cum every day. Milksop is to bond with Vanessa and join her during all of the blowjob sessions. Milksop is to support her unconditionally. Milksop is restricted to having any masturbation, and is to remain in chastity at all times." It was even signed by "Dr. Claire, couple's therapist."

Vanessa smiled and squeezed my shoulder as she read the piece of paper. "Babe, I think this is going to help us so much," she whispered into my ear.

In a weird way, it seems like Claire was right. Sure it was incredibly degrading, but I could tell how proud Vanessa was, and it made me happy. Maybe in some weird, cruel way, she actually was strengthening Vanessa and my relationship.

Claire was beaming. "I'm so happy to help! Now, we'll have to have follow-up sessions each week. If Babydick is not showing signs of improvement, we might have to up the dose."

"Yes, of course," Vanessa agreed excitedly.

"You'll also have to describe the situation to Brad, obviously. I know how helpful he is, so I'm sure he won't mind. Just explain how you need to eat his cum because you're not very manly. I'm sure he'll be okay with it once you explain how it will help your relationship."

"Yes Miss Claire," I answered obediently. I was completely whipped.

"Dr. Claire," she corrected.

"Uhh... Right. Dr. Claire."

"Good! Now, the girls and I will be joining you during your shopping trip to the mall this afternoon, to help keep eyes on you."

"Oh, yay! Victoria and Chelsea?" Vanessa asked excitedly.

"Yep! We need to do some afternoon shopping, and we have to make sure Milksop doesn't try to cheap-out on buying panties for you! Besides, we can't wait to see your big lip enhancements!"

"Haha, see? I have the best girlfriends! Always looking out for me!" Vanessa said as she rubbed my arm. The school bell rang for class. I couldn't believe what I had just agreed too. At least it seemed to make Vanessa happy knowing I was willing to do whatever it took to make our relationship last.

The next stop was explaining the new situation to Brad. I didn't have to try and find Brad - he found me. As I was walking down the hall, he and his buddy Josh came up behind me. Josh stepped on my shoelace as I was walking, causing me to lose my balance and stumble forward. I fell down onto my face, catching myself with my hands but sending my books flying forward down the hall.

"Careful, loser! Here, let me help you up," Brad said as he stepped forward and grabbed the back of my shirt, yanking it up and then pulling it over my face. I stumbled to my feet but couldn't see anything with the back of my shirt pulled over my face, caught under my chin. I stumbled around, hearing the other kids in the hall laughing as Brad and Josh began shoving me back and forward, then shoving me against the lockers. My body hit the metal with a bang.

Before I could get my bearings and undo my shirt blindfold (The whole hallway was laughing), Brad pressed on my shoulder and pinned my chest against the locker. "Your outfit is a little twisted up, here, let me help you out!"

"No, please," I tried to answer through my shirt as I felt Brad grab the back of my underwear. He yanked it upwards, causing it to pull against my asscheeks and giving me the worst wedgie I'd ever had in my entire life. I yelled, completely helpless, pinned against the locker as his buddy grabbed my underwear and began pulling up aswell. My hole was sore from the painful buttplugs, making the wedgie hurt that much more.

"Pleaaase!" I yelped, shoved against the locker as the boys finally let go. I scrambled to undo the painful wedgie (my underwear had tore pretty bad), digging my hands in my pants while they kept laughing. I finally pulled the shirt off my head, just in time to see Vanessa stepping down the hall. She had a sweet smile on her face and I said a silent prayer that she didn't witness my humiliating stumble.

I turned around to see Josh and Brad still standing beside me, laughing as I undid my wedgie.

"Heh, it's so fun how you boys rough-house and play together," Vanessa said as she stepped towards me. "I love that you get along so well!" She grabbed my arm, affectionately holding me. It was obvious that she was still feeling proud of me!

"It's great that you're here, Brad! Milksop has something he wants to ask you!"

"N-now?" I asked with embarrassment. Most of the kids in the hall had returned to their business now that the show was over, but it still felt way too public. "But Josh is here!"

"What'd you just call him?" Brad asked sternly.

"Babe!" Vanessa dug her fingers into my arm. "Josh is on the football team! You know you're supposed to say Mr. when speaking to your superiors!"

"Oh, uhh, sorry. I meant... Mr. Josh is here."

"So?" Vanessa released her grip and nodded towards the tallboys standing in front of us. "Remember, Claire said you're not supposed to concern yourself with what others think, only what I think. You should be proud to be doing this for our relationship!"

Brad raised an eyebrow. He was intrigued to hear what Claire had put me up to next. "Yea, anything you say in front of me you can say in front of Josh." He nudged his friend in the arm. I sighed.

Vanessa squeezed my arm tighter. "Go on, babe. Just like we rehearsed."

"Uhh, Mr. Brad, I umm..." I struggled to say the words that we'd rehearsed together after our therapy session. I lowered my voice so only the three of them could hear me speak. "I'm not... I'm not very manly, and, uhh, I was hoping it'd be okay if, umm... If you'd let me..." I was struggling to get the words out, it was so humiliating.

Brad crossed his arms impatiently, and Vanessa rubbed my back. "Go on, babe! Don't forget to say please!"

"Umm... Would you... Would you please let me lick up your cum after you're finished blowing your loads in Vanessa?"

The boys burst out with laughter! Josh looked like he was about to fall on the ground. "Haha! So, the little pussy-boy wants to clean-up my creampies after I spunk inside your girlfriend?"

I looked down with shame and continued saying our rehearsed lines. "Yes, sir. I'm too wimpy, and it would make me more manly if you let me... You know..." My voice got softer and softer. "Lick up your cum after you're finished using my girlfriend."

Vanessa snuggled against my arm and I could feel the pride beaming off her.

"Well, sure, little bitch-boy! If it will help your relationship, I guess I could let you swallow down my spunk after I'm done blowing into your girlfriend's dick-sucking lips." He gave Vanessa a wink which made her heartthrob and she squeezed my arm even tighter.

"It definitely can't make you any LESS manly, that's for sure!" Both boys laughed at Josh's joke.

"You're in luck, too," Brad added after they finished laughing. "I worked-out this morning, so I have a BIG load ready today!"

I felt Vanessa squeeze my arm even tighter. I could feel her heartbeat against my side and heard her let out a faint "Ooo," as he said that.

"Thank you, Mr. Brad." I wanted to die from shame. I looked over to see the three cheerleaders watching from the end of the hall, big, naughty smiles on their faces.

As we were walking away, Brad shouted "Surprise!" and grabbed my underwear, yanking it up once again to give me a second wedgie.

"No, PLEASE!" I yelped as I lurched forward, the underwear yanking up between my legs once again. The boys laughed loudly as they walked off, leaving me leaned up against the locker trying to pull my wedgie out of my pants. Vanessa couldn't help but chuckle. She found it so funny how we boys 'played' together.

It was 30 minutes before my mom picked me up from school to go shopping. Brad and Vanessa snuck into a tool shed near the parking lot, and I followed with my head down like a whipped dog.

*Slap!*  Brad spanked Vanessa's ass as she stepped into the shed, right in front of my face.

"Haha, bad boy!" She laughed as her ass jiggled from the spanking.

It was dark and grimy in the old shed. Brooms, weedeaters, and an old lawnmower filled the small space. "Now, no gay stuff. I don't want you kissing or licking her until I'm all finished, then you can have the sloppy seconds. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. I only get the sloppy seconds," I repeated with a sigh. I felt like a complete loser, standing there with my hands at my sides while Brad got ready to receive a blowjob from my girlfriend.

He leaned back against an old wooden table, eyeing the Latina up and down as she stepped in front of him with a big, sexy smile. "He's just going to stand there quietly to show he supports me," she said reassuringly. "He won't get in the way at all!"

Brad reached out and put both his hands on my girlfriend's tits without even asking. Vanessa let out a low, sexy purr as he did.

"So, Milksop, have you played with your girl's juicy tits yet?"

"No, he hasn't," Vanessa answered for me.

"Oh, I forgot, he isn't allowed to even see you naked. This broad has a great pair of funbags," he said as he slipped his hands up her shirt and under her bra.

"That's right," she turned towards me as Brad continued groping her. "You're gonna have to look away when I pull my tits out for Brad to play with."

"What? But, I've already seen you naked once!"

"Yes, but that was a privilege for you. Claire said you're not supposed to ogle me, because it's a reward you have to earn. Just because you saw me naked once doesn't mean you're entitled too whenever you want!"

Brad pinched her nipples, making her yelp. She kept talking.
"So, I expect you to respect me and look away when I pull my tits out for Brad to play with."

"Yes, Vanessa," I answered with disappointment. I hadn't looked at porn in weeks, and now I couldn't even see my girlfriend naked.

"Now, put that mouth where it belongs," Brad instructed as he put his hand atop my girlfriend's head and pushed down. Vanessa dropped to her knees, and I immediately heard her fingers undoing Brad's belt as soon as her knees touched the ground.

I tried so hard to contain myself as the soft sound of sucking filled the room. I reminded myself I had to 'be a man' and bear it as I watched my girlfriend's lips sucking on Brad's big, flaccid cock, the shaft slowly beginning to harden in her mouth.

"How's your underwear doing? Need me to give you another wedgie?" Brad asked with a smirk as my girlfriend's head bobbed up and down on his stiffening erection.

"N-no, sir," I answered meekly, trying to control my emotions. The soft, sucking sound of lips and tongue bounced around the small shed.

Vanessa was focused on her task: sucking on the boy's cock and getting him hard. Without any prompting, she reached up and grabbed the top of her shirt and bra and pulled it down, stretching it under her breasts and causing both her large jugs to push out.

"Haha! Milksop, see how well I've trained your girlfriend? She doesn't need any reminding to pull her tits out while she services us men."

I knew I wasn't supposed to look at her tits, but I couldn't help myself. I hadn't seen any porn in weeks, and Vanessa's large, tan breasts looked so enticing, mashed out of her top. My little dicklette screamed to get out of the cage. Brad noticed my gaze staring at the love of my life, on her knees servicing my bully. A cruel smile crossed his face as he reminded me that my girlfriend's tits were off-limits for me to look at.

Vanessa popped the now fully hard cock out of her mouth and turned to look at me. "Babe! You're supposed to be turned around!"

"S-sorry," I answered as my emotions finally started to break and I began to sniffle.

"B-but how come he gets to play with your tits, it's not f-fair!" I was facing the corner of the shed, sniffling as I spoke.

I could hear the frustration in Vanessa's voice as she responded. "You know that he enjoys playing with my tits, and we have to keep Brad happy. You want your babydick to grow bigger, right?"

"Y-yes..."

"Good. So face the corner and try not to make any more noise. You'll be able to clean-up his cum soon!"

"Don't worry, Milksop. I'll take real good care of Vanessa's nice, soft tits." I could hear the sound of him squeezing and rubbing her breasts behind my back.

Ten long minutes passed as I stood in the corner of the tool shed listening to the awful sounds. Loud sucking and licking noises, the sound of her gagging and being throat-fucked, the sound of Brad slapping his dick on her tits.

"Oh yea, let's get this dick rubbed all over your face!"

"Mmm," Vanessa purred in response as Brad slid his big, slimy cock all over her cheeks and lips.

"I'm gonna make sure Milksop has a good mess to clean up! Now, get those lips on my balls."

"Mmm, yes babe!"

*Slurp!*

"Feel how nice and full they are? I have a big load for you today! Milksop's gonna be busy cleaning you up for a while, heh-heh."

Brad clenched the wooden desk as Vanessa gave his entire shaft a long, hard suck. "Your girlfriend's finally starting to learn her place," Brad said as I continued standing in the corner. "She's sucking my cock so hard, I'm about to blow my load!"

Vanessa quickly slid her mouth down Brad's shaft, closed her lips tightly around him and then began to slowly pull her head back, sucking hard on his shaft as she did.

"Fuck, that's good!" Brad began panting and Vanessa could feel his orgasm about to explode. He reached down and began caressing the side of Vanessa's cheek with his hand, guiding her to suck him up and down as he began to cum. She felt the warm spunk squirt into her mouth as her lips were clamped down around his shaft.

"Oh yea, keep sucking!" Brad continued gently guiding her head back and forward right over the sweet-spot of his cock as she sucked his orgasm straight out of his balls. The alpha stud let out a big, satisfied sigh as my girlfriend finished sucking him straight through the end of his orgasm.

"Let me see," he instructed as he pulled his cock out of her lips.

Vanessa smiled, opening her mouth which was now filled with the white, gooey cum, strands of it were sticking down from the top of her mouth.

"Oh yea, that's good!" He took the shaft of his wet, flaccid cock and wiped it off on Vanessa's face once again. "Don't forget to put away your tits, slut."

Vanessa tucked her large tits back into her bra, and Brad stuck his hand on her head and turned her to face me. "Time for your sloppy seconds!"

I turned around to see Vanessa still on her knees with Brad's hand on the top of her head. Hanging right beside her cheek was my bully's big, flaccid cock. Her mouth was filled with Brad's cum and there was even some of it on her lips and dripping down to her chin. It was a big load, indeed.

Vanessa was smiling with her mouth open and was calling me over with her fingers.

I stepped forward hesitantly.

"Come on, Milksop. You want your little dick to grow bigger like a real man, right?"

"Y-yes sir," I answered shamefully as I stepped closer to my girlfriend. Brad cocked my girlfriend's head back, turning her face towards me. His large dick bounced against her cheek. I lowered my face towards Vanessa's, and she slid her arms around my neck, pulling my face towards hers. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about the shame or humiliation, and opened my mouth.

*Kiss!"

She pulled my face against hers, shoving her mouth against mine and sliding creamy, goo-covered tongue into my lips. I sucked on her tongue as she french-kissed me, and she began to purr approvingly as I did. She brushed her hands through my hair, tilting my head back and coaxing me to open my mouth wider as the large, warm load of cum slid out of her mouth into mine.

"Haha, this is hilarious! Keep going! Eat down all that spunk, little loser babydick!" Brad laughed, leaning back against the desk and enjoying the show. Vanessa lovingly held my face as she shoveled more cum down my mouth with her tongue. It couldn't be any more official: I was Brad's bitch.

"Mmm, isn't that delicious?" Vanessa asked as she finally pulled her lips off mine.

I was gagging. It was so salty and humiliating. "No, so salty," I answered shamefully after swallowing down another gulp. I felt so disgusted.

"Babe, that's very disrespectful," she said as she slunk back on her knees with a disappointed look.

"I-I'm sorry!" I felt heartbroken as Vanessa pulled away from me. Even though the kiss was slimy and gross, filled with Brad's spunk, I still enjoyed kissing my girlfriend. It hurt my feelings as she pulled away.

"Don't apologize to me. It's Brad that you should be apologizing too."

I turned towards my bully who was still leaned against the wood desk, towering over me. He was just zipping his cock into his pants.

"S-sorry, Mr. Brad," I said shamefully.

"Now, tell him it was delicious, and you love eating it," my girlfriend whispered softly.

"Your cum is... D-d-delicious, I loved it. Thank you for letting me have your sloppy seconds."

"Haha! What a pathetic bitch. You're welcome, little bitch-boy!"

He lifted up his leg, stepping over us like and making us both duck beneath his crotch. "I'm heading home, Josh and a few guys are coming by my house. We're having some drinks and drafting up a fantasy football team. You have fun shopping with the girls," he said with a smirk as he stepped towards the exit. He stopped in the doorway and turned back towards us. "I think there's some more spunk on Vanessa's cheeks. It looks like you've got some more cleaning to do! Have fun! Haha!" Brad stepped out of the shed, leaving us on our knees together. Vanessa smiled as she leaned back closer towards me, turning her cheek so I could continue licking the rest of Brad's mess off her wet, dick-splattered face.

  CHAPTER  46  (2/2)

Ivan let go of my mom's breast and pulled out his laptop and put it on the small desk beside my mom's chair. Frank stepped behind the dumbfounded bimbo, sliding his other hand around her to grab her other breast. He began squeezing and kneading her large tits with both hands.

Ivan opened the laptop and turned it towards my mom who was still sitting in the chair having both her tits groped. Frank's fingers pinched her nipples and pulled on her large breasts as she looked at the screen with fearful curiosity. She winced as Frank pulled her nipples and then let them flop back down.

The two guys had found the website that Brad had put up, the one staring 'butthole Becky' and their eyes glowed when they saw the video of my mom fucking the producer. The title of the video had even been, 'Butthole Becky sleeps old fat boss for a raise at work.' When they joined the website chatroom and started mentioning they worked with her on the news channel and mentioned that it was a true story, the boards lit up.

Perverts who wanted to see the dumb blonde MILF get fucked up even harder told the camera crew to blackmail her, and both Frank and Ivan liked the idea - especially after she tried to get them fired. It was time to teach this blonde slut what 'Doubled Penetration' meant.

Brad had also read that particular conversation, and when he asked if the cameramen would record themselves fucking her and send him the video so he could upload it to the website, they said they'd do it for free. They wanted revenge on the little entitled starlet who tried to have them fired. "As long our faces don't show up on the video," they requested. Brad readily agreed.

My mom's eyes widened as Ivan started playing the video on the laptop directly in front of her face. She recognized the person in the video was herself but was stunned with disbelief. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your giant cock. I want it inside me!" She heard her own voice saying from the laptop.

Her mind was racing. How was there a video of this? How was it recorded? As she was trying to piece together how the video existed, Frank let go of her left tit and moved his hand down between her legs and began rubbing her pussy beneath her Daisy Duke shorts. His right hand remained firmly planted on her round breast, squeezing and pulling it.

My mom tried to piece together the situation as the man violated her sensitive privates, while Ivan stood there watching with a huge grin. Suddenly, it started to make sense. That was the night the producer only got 1 hotel room for them to share. He must have gone in early and set-up cameras in the room, then somehow the cameramen got their hands on it. She knew that if the video got out, the whole thing would come crashing down on her head.

"Oh my God, please," she muttered under her breath as she realized how bad the situation was.

She heard the producer's voice coming from the little laptop speakers: "I bet someone is hungry for some cum, isn't that right my little sugar doll?"

"Oh God, yes! I want your cum so bad!" She cringed as she heard her own voice, begging for dick in the video. She would be so humiliated - destroyed, even - if the video got out to the public. Her desperation was mounting.

"P... Please," she was whimpering, Frank's fingers slipped beneath her panties and were now rubbing against her pussy, wettening it. Both guys smiled at her desperation. They had her exactly where they wanted her, and now they were going to take full advantage of it.

My mom noticed the bulge starting to grow in Ivan's pants. She knew what she had to do. She had no choice. She was going to have to let the cameramen - the ones who were technically her subordinates - have their way with her body. She sighed, relenting as Frank shoved his fingers farther down her shorts, rubbing her pussy roughly.

Ivan smiled, adjusting the thick cock in his pants as he watched his friend molesting the hot MILF. My mom's eyes were glued to the laptop screen, watching the video of the producer sliding his cock into her pussy. Of course, what she didn't know was that she was looking directly into the built-in webcam which was currently sending a live stream to Brad's computer - and the naughty website.

The website lit up: "Live now" and sent a notification to over a thousand subscribers, enticing them all to log in and watch the live-stream titled: "Buttfuck-Becky gets tricked into rough DP sex to keep her job"

Of course, any subscribers who didn't log in to watch it live could always watch it anytime they wanted since the video would be saved to the website. Frank whispered into her ear, telling the blonde to repeat after him as she unwittingly stared directly into the webcam. He was careful not to let his face show to the webcam.

Bimbo Becky repeated his words aloud, trying not to moan as his fingers slipped further into her pussy. "I am a mother..." She took a pause, letting a little moan slip out, then continued repeating his words, "and a fuck-whore. I want a big dick shoved down my throat," she gasped as the man's fingertips slid over her clit. "And another shoved in my pussy!"

Ivan chuckled as my mom spoke directly into the camera. They wanted to completely humiliate her and teach her not to try and mess with their job again. "If you want a dick shoved in your holes so badly, I guess I could help you out," he said as he stepped forward, pushing his crotch out for her to touch. She scowled at him but knew that she had no choice. The guys had her completely over a barrel. She reached out and began to undo Ivan's pants while Frank undid the button on her Daisy Duke shorts.

"That's it. I want those mommy-lips slobbering all over my dick," Ivan said with a grin.

My mom scowled at him once again. "Gah, you are awful," she said as Frank squeezed handfuls of her ass.

"Now now, that's no way to talk to your superior." Ivan was rubbing it in even harder. The fact that she was his superior made it even better. "Really, you should be thanking me. You don't want that video to leak, do you?"

The scowl quickly wiped off her face and was replaced with one of humility. "No, sir," she answered softly.

"That's more like it. Now, why don't you get those mommy-lips where they belong." Ivan grabbed his dick and began to wave it, and my mom did what she had to do. Frank backed off, letting the MILF drop down to her knees, and she closed her lips around the fat, hard cock and began sucking. Ivan tilted the laptop down, causing the camera to stay centered in on the kneeling MILF.

"Oh yea, that's more like it! This bitch is great with her mouth, just like I thought! She's such a well-experienced slut!" Ivan reached down and grabbed a handful of my mom's hair, pulling him off his cock and forcing her to look up at him. "That was a compliment," he said firmly.

Becky was so distraught, her perfect red lips had a bit of drool from sucking on the man's cock. "Thank you, sir," she answered as she looked up at him.

"Haha!" Ivan shoved her head back onto his cock, and she began sucking. She knew that the sooner she could get him off, the sooner this would end.

"I want a turn," Frank said as he whipped out his own cock and stood beside her. Ivan pulled her head off his cock, then shoved her down onto Frank's. She didn't have time to catch her breath as the two men began passing her back and forward, using her blonde hair as a handle grip.

"Gag, gag, gag," the poor MILF choked on one cock, then the other. Her red lips were now coated with drool as the slid over each dick, one at a time. After sharing her mouth, passing her back and forward for a while, Ivan spoke up. "What was the whole you said you wanted stuffed, again?"

"I think she said she wanted a dick shoved in her pussy," Frank answered, both guys using a mocking tone. Poor Becky just froze, knowing she had no choice but to let the guys follow through. She'd hoped that if she got them off with her mouth, she wouldn't have to get fucked. She knew she was too late.

"Oh yea, well let's help the little slut out, then!" The picked up my mom and tossed her onto the pink couch, her face down into the cushions and her ass sticking up.

Ivan peeled back her Daisy Duke shorts, sliding them down to her knees. The tight shorts caused her knees to stay bound together and gave her ass a nice, heart-shaped view as it stuck up in the air. "Look at this, it looks like your ass is still a little red from all those spankings you got from those drunk guys earlier tonight," Frank said with a grin, humiliating the poor MILF even more. He then gave her juicy ass a spanking himself, adding to the pinkness of her cheeks.

The helpless blonde starlet yelped from the hard spanking, her face still planted against the pink cushion. She couldn't help but think about the fact that her face was pushed into the exact spot on the couch where her boss had fucked her just before the show that same night. Her pussy was quickly becoming the cum deposit slot for all the guys in the studio.

"Let's move the webcam so the video records a better view," Frank said with a huge smirk.

"V-video?" My mom asked, her voice ringing with the sound of desperation. The guys laughed as my mom's face twisted with horror as she realized they'd been recording the whole time. "How could I be so stupid, I fell for it again!" She thought to herself as Frank slid the laptop closer, angling it to get a full view of the MILF's body bent over on the couch.

"Of course we're recording it!" Ivan said with glee as he gave the MILF another hard slap across her asscheeks.

"But, but..."

"This is going to be so fun to watch later. I'd suggest you start being a very good girl, unless you want us to leak both videos?"

My mom practically screamed. "No! I-I mean, yes sir! I'll be a good girl!" Frank pushed his cock in front of her face and she began sucking violently on the man's dick, while Ivan gave her juicy ass another hard spanking, chuckling the entire time. The poor MILF's ass was had a pink handprint on it from the slapping, and Ivan picked up the laptop and held the webcam close so the viewers got a good, close look.

The only thing left was to shove his dick into her pussy. He held the laptop behind her ass as he slid her panties down her legs, revealing her pink, juicy cunt smooshed between her legs. It was still moist and sticky from the cum-load her boss had dumped in her before the show. The sound of her lips sucking on Frank's cock filled the room.

Without any further delay, Ivan grabbed the sides of my mom's hips and then shoved his cock into the pink slit between her legs.

"Mmf!" She moaned as Frank's cock pushed in and out of her lips while Ivan began fucking her pussy. The cameraman reached down and grabbed a handful of Becky's hair, pulling it and making her back arch. She was being proper fucked, spit-roasted like a pig with a cock sliding into her mouth and another in her pussy.

The guys were on each side of her on the couch, pulling her hair, slapping her ass, and talking down to her - all being broadcast live on the website. Her big, heavy jugs were hanging down off her chest, swinging as the men thrust into her body. "Damn, this pussy is wonderful! It's pretty loose and stretched out, but still feels great!"

"Mmfth thou," my mom grunted in response, her mouth filled with Frank's thick cock.

"You're welcome," Ivan answered as he smacked her round ass once again and continued thrusting his cock into her pussy.

Frank and Ivan both enjoyed my mom for a good while, going out of their way to disrespect and humiliate her the whole time. And of course, my mom had no choice but to obey them and kept sucking on their cocks whenever they put one near her mouth.

Half-way through fucking her, they switched places when Frank said he wanted to 'try out her pussy.' Ivan withdrew his cock (now drenched from my mom's pussy) and stepped over to the other side of the couch, holding his wet cock to her lips. She froze for a moment, realizing that the cock had just been in her dirty pussy and probably had a mixture of Mr. Richard's cum on it from earlier. Ivan pushed his cock against her lips and she cringed, trying not to think about her bosses cum as she slipped her lips around Ivan's dick and began sucking.

"You're going to delete the video when we're done, right?" She asked pitifully.

"Don't worry about that," Ivan answered, shoving his dick back into her mouth to shut her up. She felt the other cameraman grabbing her hips from behind and sliding his cock over her big, loose, sopping-wet pussy entrance. A second later the dick rammed inside her, thrusting into her pussy again and again.

"This broad really knows how to work that tongue! You're finally starting to learn your place," Ivan said with a grin, adjusting the laptop to make sure it captured both ends of the MILF's body as the two dicks slid in and out of her. "I can't wait to try out your mouth after you get those new lip injections tomorrow."

"No way I'm giving you another blowjob!" My mom thought to herself. She reminded herself that she wasn't dumb. She was certain that she'd be able to out-think the cameramen and get herself out of this mess wi- *Gag!* Her thoughts were interrupted as Ivan pushed his cock into Becky's throat, making her choke and sputter on the dick. She reminded herself that the sooner she got him off, the sooner this ended, and she continued sucking and sliding her tongue over the dirty shaft as he pushed it deeper into her throat.

"Her wet cunt is squeezing my dick so hard, I'm about to dump my load into this broad!" Frank squeezed her hips tight and continued thrusting his cock into my mom's pussy, making her moan. Ivan's orgasm was also fast approaching thanks to the MILF's expert dick-sucking skills.

Frank squeezed my mom's hips and shoved his cock into her pussy, holding it deep as his cum began squirting into her body. That was the second cum-load she'd received that night. Ivan withdrew his cock and pushed my mom's into the couch, holding the side of her face against the cushion. He held her mouth open with one hand and began jerking his cock in the other, holding the tip right against her open lips.

The cum began to shoot out of his dick, right into her open mouth. *Squirt, squirt, squirt!*

The helpless blond MILF gasped, feeling completely overwhelmed as the two men both deposited their cum into her holes.

"Mmm, that's a great pussy." Frank slapped the side of her smooth hips as he pulled his cock out.

"Ughn," she stuck her tongue out obediently and held it while Ivan emptied his entire load into her mouth. She knew that as much as she hated the cameramen, she had to try and keep them happy.

"You know, good office sluts always swallow. You want to be a good office slut, right?" Ivan was giving her a big, mischevious smirk as he spoke. The message couldn't be any clearer.

She withdrew her cum-covered tongue into her mouth, looking up at Ivan as she made a big gulp. Ivan's smirk grew wider as he watched my mom swallow down his entire load of cum.

She felt dirty and used as the two men zipped up their pants, collected up their laptop (making sure to hit save on the video) and then waltzed out of her office, leaving her bent over on the couch with her daisy duke shorts still tangled around her knees.

  CHAPTER  45  (2/2)


My mom made her way to the bull in the center of the pit. She paused for a moment, running her hand over the saddle. The light shone down from above. She felt a bit dirty and degraded as the drunk crowd laughed and cheered from all around her. The cameraman was in the entrance of the pit with the best view of all, sure to capture every second of the sexy bull rider.

Becky stepped up and slung her long, bare leg over the saddle (still wearing the rediculous, bright pink cowgirl boots). The crowd roared as she straddled the saddle, her short daisy dukes sliding into her round, silicone ass cheeks which were facing the camera.

The saddle came to a point at the front with a short round rope attached. My mom grabbed the rope between her legs. With her other hand, she grabbed her cowgirl hat and waved it at the crowd, brandishing a sharp, sexy smile with her red lips. The crowd cheered at the blonde Bimbo MILF and the game began.

Immediately, the bull tilted forward, causing my mom's body to slide forward in the saddle until her pussy was pressed against the little round handle. My mom gasped as she felt her pussy slide against the little nub at the front of the saddle, but maintained her composure and began rocking her body. The bull tilted even further forward, forcing my mom to arch her back as the handle slid even further into her daisy duke booty shorts.

The bull finally pulled back, allowing my mom a moment to twist and shimmy her body in a fun, seductive dance which the crowd loved. "I have to make it sexy," the 'news reporter' thought to herself as she arched her back and shook her chest for the crowd of drunk, cheering college boys. Every time the bull rotated, my mom was blinded by the spotlights shining down onto her from the ceiling.

The show went on for a few minutes - the bull was being operated by the owner of the bar who was in the control room. Of course, he was having a lot of fun with the blonde bimbo. He had noticed my mom's gasp as her pussy slid against the handle. As the show went on, he made sure to tilt the bull forward many more times, adding lots of vibration as my mom's spread legs had the handle shoved between them. The whole crowd watched and cheered as my mom's pussy vibrated against the handle and her back arched so she could stay upright. She was trying her hardest to maintain control as her pussy vibrated against the handle. She kept smiling and trying to look sexy as she the vibration between her legs got worse and worse.

As the show came closer to an end, the owner gave the bimbo MILF a grand finale for the ending. He tilted the bull back, so my mom's plump ass was visible for all to see - then he pressed a button on the controls, which caused the bull to begin shaking a few inches up and down. The up and down shaking caused the bimbo to bounce up and down, her plump ass and braless tits jiggling wildly. The little knot-tied top felt like it was barely going to hold together as her large fake tits bounced freely beneath the fabric. The crowd lost it - some of them were cheering, while others were laughing hilariously as my mom tried her hardest to maintain composure.

She wanted to grab the rope with both hands but remembered that wasn't allowed. She had to keep one hand off the rope at all times. The owner began to rotate the bull in a slow circle, giving all the patrons a 360-degree view as my mom's tits and ass jiggled wildly, the bull tilting from back to forward. Becky put her a hand on her hat to keep it from falling off as her legs squeezed around the bull to keep her from falling off. She saw the camera and remembered to give another smile as she heard the crowd laughing all around her.

Finally, the bull stopped it's awful up-and-down bouncing and leveled off, coming to a rest. The crowd roared with cheers as the bull came to a rest and the show ended, leaving my mom panting as she waved and tried her best to look sexy and appealing. The bull ride wasn't the only thing the crowd was cheering: during the long bouncing stretch at the end, Becky's left tit bounced its way over the knot that was holding her top together, and now her large jug was hanging freely out of her top. The entire crowd had a full view of her fake breast and pink nipple hanging out of her plaid shirt.

My mom was panting so heavily from the bull ride that she didn't even notice her top was loose. She waved, trying to catch her breath as the crowd cheered and flashes of cameras went off from all around her. She had no time to recover, either - as soon as the bull ride show ended, the cameraman was ushering my mom to the VIP area so she could answer her twitter questions. She slid off the bull and hurried to the back area, the padding on the floor making her stumble in her pink high-heel boots. Her pink nipple kept bouncing as she stepped towards the VIP area, the cameramen recording her entire walk.

They positioned her quickly into the already set-up filming area in the back of the bar. They shoved a mic in her hand and had her stand in front of the prompter so she could read the questions - and the answers.

My mom was still out of breath and barely had time to brush her hair behind her shoulder and straighten her hat when the director called out, "We're live in 4, 3, 2..."

My mom quickly stood up straight, putting on her best smile as the broadcast went live once again.

"Hi, guys! I hope you all enjoyed my cowgirl skills on the bull - I know I sure did! If there's one thing a cowgirl like me loves, it's going for a ride on a big strong bull!" She was giving a big charming smile as she spoke, unaware that her entire left tit was still hanging freely out of her loose top for the entire channel to see.

"Now it's time for my favorite part of the show: answering questions from the audience! Please go on Twitter and tag the show to get your questions answered. Oh, and you can also use the tag 'Naugty Becky' to get your questions in! I love answering your questions so much, I had to beg the producer to let me keep this part of the show, so please send in some questions!  And remember, I love Naughty questions the most!" She winked at the camera, feeling more degraded than ever. She kept brandishing a large, fake smile.

"Now, let's get started with the first question! Mar asks, 'What would a fan have to do to have a one night stand with you? Are you pretty easy?' Oh my!" She let out a laugh, trying her hardest to keep it light and fun as the degrading answer strolled onto the prompter for her to read.

"What a Naughty question! I love it!" She knew it was important for her to maintain viewer interaction, and the tease that the viewers could sleep with her would, of course, keep her ratings up. She reminded that to herself as she read off the pre-written answer.

"While a girl doesn't like to kiss'n tell, I'll just say that I looove my fans so much, and have never said no when a fan offered to buy me a drink!" She gave the camera another suggestive wink before answering the second part of the question. "And, am I easy? Hmm, well... 'Easy' was my nickname in high-school!"

She let out a playful laugh and thanked the viewer for his question - her left tit jiggling as she laughed - and then moved on to the second question. "This question is from Anthony, He asks, 'What sex position makes you feel more like yourself, Becky?'"

My mom held back a sigh. They were no longer even trying to hide the fact that the questions were explicitly about sex. My mom did the only thing she knew to do: she kept reading off the prompter while giving a big, sexy smile.

"While of course, a cowgirl like me loves the cowgirl position, I'd have to say the one the sex position that makes me feel the most like myself, is..." She paused, praying that her neighbors weren't watching. "Doggy style!" She quickly moved onto the next question, trying to move past it as quickly as possible.

"Next. Oh, another question from Anthony. He asks, 'Does size matter to you? If so, big or small?' Oh my, you guys are asking such fun, naughty questions! To answer: Of course size matters! I like them BIG!" She then held the microphone between her hands, holding up the length for all to see. "Sorry boys, but you must be this big to ride Becky! Haha, I'm just playing!" She kissed her hand and blew it to the camera.

"Thank you so much for your question! Okay, we still have time for a few more. Next, Rahul asked, 'Have you ever been with a woman?'" She gave another pause before continuing. She felt so dirty and humiliated, but all she knew to do was keep reading, just like all her training had taught her.

"Oh absolutely! Obviously, I have more fun with guys. Cowgirls love bulls, ya know! But I've also been with women a few times! Thank you so much for the question! Next, Jeri W asked, 'Did you get your implants for someone special?' First of all, Jeri, thank you so much for noticing my implants! I got the implants for my fans, of course! It was one of the most asked requests, and I love to please my fans!"

The prompter instructed her to 'jiggle your tits towards the camera as you say the line,' and so she did. "These implants are all for you guys!" She leaned forward slightly and began to wiggle her chest back and forward. As she did (her loose tit swinging freely), she realized her wardrobe malfunction and panicked. Her whole face turned red as the realization hit that she'd been doing the entire Q&A session on live TV with her breast hanging out. And of course, none of the crew bothered to inform the dumb starlet that her tit had been hanging out the entire time.

"Oh my god, excuse me," she said as her face turned red and she began to fluster. She quickly fumbled with her top in a panic, trying to fix her top. However, the top had been so tied so snug that as she pulled to stretch it over her breast, she accidentally pulled the knot undone. In a snap, the little red and white plaid top flew open. The fans were really getting a good look at her new implants now!

"Shit not again," she muttered loud enough for the mic to hear as she fumbled to cover herself. None of the crew budged to help, and Becky stood there in the middle of the room, blushing red as she tried to tie the knot back around her breasts on live TV. With her panicky, fumbling fingers she wasn't able to tie the knot very well. Instead of being a snug fit that held her breasts together like a bra, it was loose and barely held 'anything' in place.

"There, so sorry! Haha, these happen on live TV," She said into the microphone, feeling incredibly humiliated. She brushed her hair behind her shoulder, trying so hard to grasp to any shred of decency she still had. The prompter was still sitting there on her next line. She regained her composure, trying not to panic under the pressure, and kept reading.

"Okay, last question. Tom asked, 'Hey Becky, when will us fans see you getting spanked for being such a naughty girl?'"

My gorgeous, blonde mom paused for another moment as she read ahead on the prompter, her red painted lips still shaped in a smile. "So happy you asked!" Her voice cracked as she read the next lines with hesitation. "Naughty girls definitely need to be spanked! I'll have to ask my director if..." She swallowed hard before continuing, "If we can get some volunteers in here to give me a spanking!"

She turned to the director, giving him a desperate, pleading, look. The director just shot her back a heartless smirk and gave her a thumbs-up before turning to open a velvet rope with a line of guys standing behind it. My mom turned back to continue reading the prompter. "Good news, guys! The director already has a few volunteers lined up!"

One of the crew quickly took the mic out of her hands and placed a chair in front of blonde TV bimbo so she could lean against it. My mom did her duty, placing her hands against the back of the chair and leaning forward. One of the crew was standing in front of her with his arm stretched out, holding the mic up to her mouth as the camera continued filming her bent over the chair.

The director led the line of men towards my mom. They had picked out five volunteers - athletic, handsome young men, varying in levels of intoxication. The guys smiled and chuckled as they approached the MILF with her large, daisy-dukes ass sticking out towards them.

They stood in a line behind her ass as she spoke into the microphone, still reading off the prompter. "Our stage director found five young hunks to help me out! Come on, boys! Naughty Becky needs her spankings!" The prompter was very clear: 'Shake your ass towards the volunteers.' My mom did exactly as the prompter said. She began shaking her ass towards the lines of men behind her, and the first guy stepped up.

*Smack!* The young drunk volunteer spanked his hand against my mom's daisy-dukes covered asscheeks. The set-up was fake, but the spanking was quite real. My mom yelped into the microphone from the painful spanking, and the words scrolled across the prompter: "Continue shaking your ass. Say: 'Naughty Becky needs more spankings.'"

The Bimbo starlet felt so humiliated, being bent over and spanked on live TV. But, the fans had asked for it, and she knew that keeping the viewers' attention was the only thing that mattered. She began wiggling her ass, the camera lowering down to focus on her big jiggling behind. "Naughty Becky needs more spankings!"

Even though the line was completely degrading, part of Becky felt like she did need a spanking after flashing her tits on TV like a harlot.

The next drunk college guy stepped up, eager to prove himself. He placed a hand on the Bimbo's lower back, reached his other hand far back and then let it slam. The hand slapping against her ass made a noise so loud the camera picked it up. *SMACK!*

"OUCH!" She yelped into the microphone. The crew member that was holding the microphone in front of her let out a little chuckle. "That was a good one," she read off the prompter. "I've been a really naughty girl and I need to be spanked more! Come give it to me, you sexy hunk!"

The next guy stepped up. He was quite built and handsome with a cheeky grin. Eager to out-do the guy before him, he stepped behind the MILF and put his hand on her ass, slowly rubbing it in a circle to 'warm-it up.' My mom remained bent over, trying to smile into the camera. She felt like a 2-dollar whore.

The young guy rubbed his hand over my mom's ass. "One, two," the young stud lifted his hand off her ass and pulled it back. "Three!" He smacked it with as much force as the previous guy, sending my mom jolted forward. Unfortunately, the make-shift knot that the starlet had tied in a hurry was not snug enough. As my mom's body jolted forward, still bent forward against the chair, both her jumbo-sized breasts swung out of the top, the knot slipping beneath her jugs.

"Oh, damn it," she whispered, the microphone picking up each word. The poor MILF struggled to tuck her breasts back into the top with one hand, while the other hand rested against the chair. The two guys still in line, however, did not bother to wait for my mom to fix her top. They'd been eagerly waiting to smack the hot MILF's sexy, twerking ass. As soon as the third guy stepped out of the way, the fourth took his place.

*Smack!*

My mom yelped from the unexpected smack, her tits popping right back out of the top she was finally squeezing them into. This particular guy was a bit more intoxicated than his fellow volunteers. After giving the MILF a good smack, he leaned down against her ass, giving a 'thumbs-up' to the camera as he posed next to her booty. Then he stood up and gave her ass another hard smack with his hand, slapping it downwards from the top this time before moving aside.

Poor Becky was distraught, struggling to maintain her dignity and hide her breasts while the drunk guys took turns squeezing and spanking her ass, the entire filming crew standing around without offering the slightest help.

The whole ordeal only lasted a few short minutes, but it felt to my mom like it had gone forever. When the segment was finally finished - and my mom had her tits tucked back into the loosely tied knot - she ended the show by thanking her fans and hinting that if they came to the show live, they might get a chance to spank her ass, too.

"I had so much! And if you didn't get your question answered on Twitter, don't worry! I will be answering your Naughty Twitter questions every show from now on, but also, you can get onto my brand new website profile to post questions there directly, as well as check out some pictures of me from the show!" The screen flashed a link to her profile as she finally finished the broadcast by blowing another kiss to her fans and waving goodbye.

  CHAPTER  44  (2/2)

I figured it would be a good time to bring up the 'slut-off' while she was in such a good mood. "Umm, mom? Brad and Vanessa were talking about the little get together we were planning to have this weekend, and..."
"Yea?" My mom asked, her mood improving even more with the mention of Brad. She brushed her long hair behind her ear and smiled.
"Brad said he wanted to host a little competition between you and Vanessa."
"Oh, what kind?" She asked, leaning forward across the table with curiosity. My mom's always had a spunky competitive streak.
"Umm... He said it'd be like a, uh, like a fashion contest." My mom's eyes really opened as I spoke. Fashion was right up her alley! I kept speaking. "Um, Brad and Vanessa called it a, uh, a 'slut-off.'" I was cringing as I said it, worried my mom would get upset.
"A slut-off! Haha, oh my goodness, highschoolers these days come up with the craziest names!" Becky was smiling widely as she spoke, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "And Brad will be the judge?"
"Yes..." I answered with disappointment at my mom's apparent willingness to participate in Brad's depraved competition. I knew that competitive look in her eyes. She wasn't just looking to compete - she was looking to win.
My mom's eyes lit up. "Mmm... I think I have some ideas! Okay, haha! Tell Brad that I'm not one to back down from a challenge! I'm in!"
"Yay..."I answered with complete disappointment. I hated seeing my mature, respectable mother giving in to such childish demands anytime that Brad waved his finger. She was jumping feet first into the degrading, immature competition just to try and impress the popular high school bully. First, she's giving him private webcam shows anytime he asks... Now she's agreeing to compete in a slut-off against my girlfriend to prove who's sexier for Brad.
After dinner, I had finished creating her website profile. After putting all her personal information, she made sure to turn off all the privacy options so that she was easier to find by any of her fans. She wanted to promote her profile as much as possible. Her full name, work location, and all her images were freely available to the public.
"Now, it wants you to set a profile picture. Want me to take one?" I asked.
"No, that's okay. I don't have time to get all modeled-up for pictures before work. But the studio gave me a flash drive with a few pictures from last night's broadcast, I will just use those."
She plugged in the flash drive and opened up the pictures folder. Five single images, all taken of her in her naughty devil outfit. The images had been carefully selected to be as appealing and sexy as possible: pictures of her leaning forward and blowing a kiss, leaning against the desk with a leg kicked up, pictures with her jumping around with her hands up in the air. And of course, the worst of all: the close-up picture of her devil tail, which was actually just an up-skirt picture of my mom's ass as she bent forward. "I better upload them all just to be safe," she said as she dragged the upskirt pic to the website.
The website didn't take long to gain traction. In fact, before she was even out the door to work, she'd already gotten a rating! She opened the app on her phone and saw that her new neighbor, Mr. Bernard, had rated her profile picture with five stars! My mom's stomach had butterflies. "How sweet!" She thought with giddy pride at getting her first rating. He must have gone home and searched for her name online, just like he'd said he would.
A few seconds later, and he'd rated another picture with 5-stars: the one of just her ass. "Less sweet..." She closed the app.
"Bye honey, I have to get going to work, I don't want to be late!" She left out the part where her boss would be waiting to empty his balls between her legs as soon as she got there.
My mom had a very unexpected surprise at work.
"My own office!" She said excitedly, breaking her professional attitude with giddy excitement. "That's great! Thank you so much, Mr. Richard!" Finally, it seemed like sleeping with her boss was paying off. She wasn't getting a promotion or a new title, but she was getting her own office!
Her boss led her to the room adjacent to the filming stage. On the front was a little brass plaque that read "Becky's office," and beneath that was a little calendar planner with different timeslots where people could write in appointments. Below the calendar were a few tear-away sheets which read, "Coffee orders."
"I thought it'd be convenient to have a sheet for coffee orders on your door, so that crew could fill it out and slip it under your door whenever they need refills."
"Uhh, yes, of course, that's very practical." My mom was still in charge of serving refreshments and drinks to everyone as part of her additional duties.
Inside the office, my mom was a little disappointed. It was small. The size of the room was something between a closet and an office. Not only that but the only furniture in the office was a tiny desk in the corner with a chair behind it - just room enough for her laptop and a notepad - and, against the wall opposite of the desk and taking up most of the space in the office was a large, pink, plush, couch.
My mom looked around the little florescent-lit office. She noticed on the ceiling directly above the couch was a large, 8-foot long mirror. It was very tacky and not my mom's style at all. In fact, it reminded her of one of those sleazy love-nest sex motels. She half expected the couch to vibrate! But, regardless, at least she had her own office!
"There's no lock on the door, so don't leave your laptop open," her boss told her as he showed her inside the 'office.' "But I've told the crew not to enter if the door is shut. Especially if someone has an appointment booked."
"Thank you, that's very respectful," she answered politely.
"I've forwarded my phone extension to ring in here during work hours. That will make it easier for you to schedule my appointments and handle my paperwork."
"Thank you, Mr. Richards," she answered respectfully. It seems she hadn't escaped her menial secretary duties at all.
"You should check the planner on your door each morning (err, I mean evening) when you get into work to see what tasks you are scheduled for the shift."
Her boss grabbed the hanging pen and wrote something init one of the timeslots right then: 'dressing room, Sarah. 9:00-10:30.'
The boss smiled and wrote something else in the slot just above it: 'Mr. Richards, 8:30 - 9:00.'  It was already 8:30.
"Oh, look at that, you have an appointment right now!" He said with a laugh as he finished writing it in. "After you!" He held out his arm, ushering her back into her little office.
She fought back a sigh. "Yes, sir," and stepped into her office. The man followed, closing the door behind them.
"Thirty minutes. I think you know what appointment this is," he said as he slid one hand around her lower hip and began loosening his tie with the other. She knew.
How convenient that her office had a big, plush couch for her to get fucked on. She obediently slipped off her panties and crawled onto the couch, arching her back as her boss moved in behind her with his cock in hand. She no longer offered any resistance or complaints. She'd learned that it was best if she just bent over and let her boss use her body whenever he was in the mood. She reminded herself that it was only a temporary situation. Soon, she'd be a real, full-time reporter and wouldn't have to-
Her thought was interrupted as she felt the painful slap on her asscheek, followed by the firm, erect, cock driving into her loose mom-pussy. "Uhn!" She moaned as the man began thrusting, fucking the blonde bimbo like she was a living fuckdoll. She had never imagined her job would come to this: being her bosses fucktoy. Then again, she knew she wouldn't be able to compete with the young, talented girls who were lining up to take her job and would be willing to do whatever it takes. She closed her eyes as her boss's prick continued pounding away between her legs. Looks like she'd be entering the filming set with another full load of creamy cum inside her snatch.
On the other side of the office door, the filming crew was setting up the stage for the show. Becky could only imagine the door to her closet-office wasn't very thick, and so she had to contain her moans as her bosses dick worked in and out of her pussy. She would be horrified if the filming crew heard her being fucked in her office by her boss every evening.
At 9 PM, Mr. Richards came walking out of Becky's office, a satisfied grin on his face. A minute later, my mom came walking out behind him: her skirt was a wrinkled mess, her top crooked, her hair matted and messy. The filming crew nodded and exchanged glances as the embarrassed blonde hurried past them, brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt as she stumbled towards Sarah's dressing room with her head down in shame.

  CHAPTER  43

Chapter 43: Custom Birth Control

Brad grabbed the phone out of my hands and checked to make sure it was still recording. "Haha, great! That's gonna be a fun video to rewatch!" He slapped the back of my head as he stepped past me. Vanessa's body was so weak that she collapsed back down on the toilet immediately after Brad stepped away, her legs sliding open as she slinked back against the toilet, panting. The fresh, gooey creampie began oozing out of her messy pink pussy. It was wet and sloppy looking, with a little gape visible where Brad's cock had stretched it open.

"H-he..." I wiped my tears with my sleeve, "he came inside you!"

Vanessa just smiled, a satisfied look on her face from cumming so hard and being so well used by the big, masculine stud. Even her tits were a mess, covered with drool.

"Haha, that's right I did, little buddy!" Brad said as he finished washing his hands and then stepped beside me, putting a big wet hand my shoulder. I froze. This was NOT a friendly gesture. "Your girlfriend's one hell of a fuck! She's got quite a mouth on her once she gets going, doesn't she?"

Vanessa smiled, feeling a little shy but also proud that she 'spoke dirty' as the girls told her too.

"Porking your mom is pretty fun, but it's sometimes it's nice to fuck a young, perky bitch instead. Ya know what I mean?" I did not know what he meant, but I could imagine... He gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, digging his fingernails into my skin with a sadistic smile. "I guess we'll have to find out which one is a better fuck this weekend, won't we? Haha!"

"Mmm that was amazing, you made me cum so many times, you big stud," she purred to my bully as she rested back against the toilet.

"B-but... He came inside you... And you're not on birth control..." The tears tried to return as I spoke, but I fought them back. The thought of that awful bully getting my girlfriend pregnant made my heart scream.

"But that's not his fault, babe!" Vanessa quickly interrupted, defending my bully.

Brad's sadistic smile grew even wider. He squeezed my shoulder and turned towards my ear. "You know, if you don't want her to get pregnant..." His voice trailed off, quiet and sinister sounding.

"Yea?" I asked, feeling a shudder run down my spine.

"I read on the internet..." His smile grew wider with cruel intentions. "If you eat all cum out of her pussy after a creampie, she can't get pregnant."

"R-really?" I asked thoughtfully as I stared at the creampie slowly oozing out between my girlfriend's legs. I didn't know if he was pulling another mean prank, or if he was telling the truth. The thought of Vanessa pregnant with Brad's baby made my stomach churn. I was willing to do anything to prevent that from happening.

"Yea, I read it's the best way to stop her from getting knocked up. But, you have to make sure you get really deep in there to get it all out." He was practically snickering under his breath as he spoke. I didn't know if I should trust him or not, but it did make sense...

"Oh, babe, you better try!" Vanessa encouraged, spreading her legs a bit wider. "We only half 20 mins until next class!"

"Hehe... Better get down there, Babydick!" Brad chuckled as he slapped my back.

Of course, I hated him. But, I also couldn't bear the thought of Vanessa getting pregnant because of my fault (I was the one that got her into this mess by being forgetful, after all!) Maybe, just maybe, Brad was telling the truth. It seemed really gross and degrading, but I knew I had to do it. It was time to swallow my pride and 'step up, and be a man.'

I took a shy, timid step closer between my girlfriend's legs. I could hear Brad snickering behind my back, texting something on his phone.

"Hurry, babe! Brad came really deep inside," Vanessa urged.

I got down on my knees between her thick, sexy Latina thighs. Her slimy, well-used pussy inches in front of my face. I'd always dreamt about going down on a girl, but never like this... Never with a big load of my arch-rival's cum oozing out, still warm from their recent sex. "Hurry, babe," Vanessa repeated. I opened my mouth and pushed my face forward.

My tongue slid between her legs first, lapping up the warm mixture of Brad's cum and Vanessa's pussy juice. I couldn't tell which was which as I began licking it up, the salty, tangy taste sliding into my mouth and down my throat. "That's it, lick it all up, babe," Vanessa urged as she sat back against the toilet. She rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasurable sensation.

I put my lips against the opening of her vagina and let my tongue slide into her crevice. "Ooo yea, that actually feels nice," Vanessa purred as my tongue slid inside her slimy vagina.

"Haha, oh my God, I can't believe he's actually doing it!" I heard Brad laugh behind me, filming it on his phone. He was live-streaming it to the cheerleaders.

Victoria gasped, pushing her salad away from her. "Eww, gross! I don't want to see that while I'm eating lunch!"

Claire chuckled, enjoying every second of the stream. "What a little bitch," she chuckled to herself.

Vanessa was leaned back against the wall, getting very used to the feeling of having her pussy gently eaten out after receiving such a good dicking. "That's it, babe! Brad came really deep inside, so get your tongue way up there!"

She ran her fingers through the back of my hair and shoved my head harder against her pussy. "Good boy. Swallow down alllll that cum."

"Mfth ma'am" I muttered, my tongue shoved halfway up Vanessa's vagina canal The warm, gooey cream slid past my tongue and down my throat. I could still hear Brad chuckling behind me, saying what a pathetic cuck loser I was.

His words were getting to me, making me grunt as I licked my girlfriend's creamy cunt.

"Shh, shh," she purred sweetly. "Don't listen to Brad. I think it's so big and manly of you to get down there and eat out his creampie after he finished. None of my other boyfriends would ever be big enough men to do such a degrading, humiliating thing. That's why you're so special!" She pulled on the back of my head, mashing my lips deeper into the pink folds of her pussy. I kept working my tongue deep into her gaping pussy canal, working all the creamy spunk into my mouth. "Not even Brad would ever go down on my pussy with his mouth."

"You're right as fuck I wouldn't," Brad agreed readily. "That dirty hole is for taking dicks only!"

"Just keep swallowing it down, babe. Don't think about the fact that Brad's dick was just in there, ok?"

"Mmthay," I muffled out in response as best I could. Brad let out another snicker. "You girls still watching the stream, seeing what a pathetic wimp he is? First she wacks his balls, then he cleans up my creampie out of her snatch! Haha, what a sucker!"

Vanessa pulled on my head once again, trying to soothe me and help me ignore Brad's taunts. "None of my boyfriends ever, ever went down on me in the past. You're the first one! Doesn't that make you feel special?" She asked sweetly. It was working - her words were starting to make me feel better. "Mm-hmm!" I answered proudly, shoving my tongue to a new depth inside her pussy. The inside of her vagina was tighter this deep up her canal, but there was still tons of creamy spunk sliding down. Brad had really shot a big load deep up inside my girl's belly.

"Mmm, it really does feel good, too," she purred softly. "I've always wanted to know what it felt to be eaten out!" I swelled with pride - this was the first time I'd really been so intimate with Vanessa, and I loved the feeling of giving her satisfaction. Even if it was just with my tongue instead of my dick.

"Mmm, yes, work your tongue around nice and deep in there. Focus on french-kissing my hole, try not to think about all the dicks that have been in there." I closed my eyes, trying not to imagine all the previous football players and athletes that had shoved their cocks into her hole; the volumes of cum that had been dumped in there over the years. I swallowed down mouthful after mouthful. I felt Vanessa's legs slide over my shoulders, her calves hooked around my back. I swallowed down another mouthful of cum and pussy juice, then worked my tongue in deeper.

"Oh, and Vanessa, don't forget," Brad boasted loudly, "you still owe me a blowjob today!"

"Mmff!?" I answered in shock. I tried to pull my mouth away to protest, but Vanessa locked her legs tight around my back. She put her hand behind my head and shoved my mouth back into her honeypot so she could talk to Brad in peace.

"Oh, yeah... I guess that is true," she answered thoughtfully. "Brad is right, I still owe him one. Sex doesn't really count as a blowjob, after all, does it?" She looked up at the cruel bully. "Would you like your blowjob now?"

"Na, I have to get to class in a minute. But, I will take a little dick-cleaning. There's still pussy juice from earlier." He unzipped his pants and stepped over me, his legs straddled above my body.

"Okay," Vanessa answered obediently. I looked up - my tongue still lodged in her pussy - and watched as she leaned forward and took Brad's flaccid, hanging cock into her mouth, closed her lips around it and gave it a couple of good sucks, circling her tongue around it to get all the nasty remnants of sex off of his dick.

"Good." He stepped back, tucking away his clean cock and zipping up his pants. "I don't know if I'll have enough time to get my blowjob today." I felt a pang of relief as he said that. It was the least he could do, really. He'd just fucked her, after all!

"So, I think I trade it to Josh for today. I owe him back from earlier."

My heart stopped beating, and I began to panic. Did I really hear that right? I withdrew my tongue from Vanessa's sperm-filled honeypot. My lips made a wet sloshing sound as I pulled them out of the folds of her vagina. "Y-you're going to give Josh a blowjob?" I asked, looking up at my girlfriend with pleading, pitiful eyes.

"Well... These are HIS blowjobs, so he can trade it if he wants..." She let out a sigh. "Sorry, babe. That's just how things go." She reached a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth back against her pussy, dismissing all my objections completely.

"Should I give Josh his blowjob now?" I heard her ask as I slid my tongue back into her gooey vagina. I continued to eat her out, but my heart wasn't in it. I was stricken with jealousy as I listened to her make plans to blow Josh, my other school bully.

Brad finally stepped out, leaving me on my knees cleaning his creampie out from between my girlfriend's legs. As soon as he stepped out, Vanessa let out a soft sight. "It feels so lovely having your soft tongue sliding around my pussy. It's so soothing and relaxing feeling your gentle tongue after Brad made me cum so hard! You probably heard me when I came, didn't you?"

The pang of jealousy hit me hard. Vanessa didn't feel like there was any reason to hide it - I had just heard the entire session, after all. In fact, it was a relief that she could share those intimate feelings with me. She felt like we were bonding. I continued dutifully lapping between her legs as she spoke. She looked down at me with concern, suddenly worried that she was making me jealous. "You don't mind hearing this, do you?"

"Mm-mm," I answered, shaking my head and trying not to sound jealous. Of course, it hurt to hear those details, but my jealous drove me to hear more. I had to know all the details.

Vanessa smiled with happiness. "I knew it! I love that I can share all these things with you! You're such a great boyfriend! Mmm, get your tongue in there even deeper!"

She closed her eyes and started speaking dreamfully. "He made me cum so many times. I couldn't help myself. You saw how big his cock is! I came almost the second I felt it inside me!" Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked down at me with pity. "Oh... But, of course, size isn't that important! Even a small dick can make a girl feel satisfied! It's all about how they use it!" She reached down and patted me on the head as if everything was fine now that she said that. I had never felt so small and inadequate. At least she seemed to be enjoying my tongue as I cleaned up the creampie. That gave me some reassurance.

By the time the bell rang, I had spent a good 15 minutes cleaning out Vanessa's vagina with my tongue. I pulled my mouth away from her cunt - my lips and chin were covered with juice. Of course, she couldn't kiss me - she hadn't given Josh his blowjob yet, yet - so she patted me on the head. "Looks like you got lunch after all," she said smiling.

I did eventually get a kiss, though! Later in the day, after our next class break, I saw Josh walking out of a craft supply closet, zipping up his pants. A moment later, Vanessa stepped out behind him, adjusting her top. Her tits were still jiggling freely without a bra, and now she didn't have on any panties, either. "There you are," I said with relief after looking all over for her. She had a big smile on her face, and instead of answering me, she walked up, grabbed the sides of my head and mashed her lips against mine, shoving her tongue into my mouth.

I didn't even think about the creamy taste - I had come to expect that every time we kissed. now. When she finally broke off the deep kiss, I asked what she was doing in there with Josh. Of course, I kind of already figured the answer, but I was hoping she would prove me wrong. She didn't.

"Don't worry about that, babe. At least we can kiss now!" She pushed her lips against mine a second time, and I welcomed her tongue back into my mouth.

  CHAPTER  42   (1/2)

Chapter 42: Riding the Bull

Vanessa was surprised when I met her in the hallway to walk her to the restroom. "Aww, so sweet, he wants to escort me to his friend," Vanessa thought to herself as she grabbed my arm and walked beside me. She was so excitedly looking towards the bathrooms that she didn't notice how dreary and upset I must have looked.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Oh no," Vanessa answered sternly, the cheerleaders' words coming out of her mouth: "I would never insult a guy like Brad by asking him to wear a condom! Men like him deserve to enjoy it all-natural!"

The rest of the kids were pushing past us in the hall, heading towards the cafeteria, while we headed towards the men's room, the look of doom on my face grew as we approached the door. The cheerleaders watched from the end of the hall, laughing and snickering as the two of us entered the men's room together. Vanessa squeezed my arm, her eyes large and bright with anticipation.

Inside the bathroom, the stall door was open, and we could see Brad's legs underneath the walls. He must have been sitting on the toilet, waiting. I sighed.

"You should go have lunch now, babe! I think I can handle things from here!" She gave me a big wink.

"Uhh..." I was afraid it would sound pathetic if I told her that Brad was making me stay, so I decided to lie and say it was my idea. I thought it would make me sound noble. "No, it's okay - I'll stay here and guard the door so nobody accidentally walks in."

'Shit,' Vanessa thought to herself. She did not want to say all those lewd, degrading things in front of me. "No no, babe, it's okay! You should go get some lunch!"

I felt so pathetic, having to convince my girlfriend I wanted to stay in the room while Brad fucked her. But, I was in too deep to back out now.

"I... Uhh... I better stay, so nobody walks in. I want to support you." I felt like the biggest bitch on earth, supporting my girlfriend while she rode another man's cock - my bullies, no less!

Vanessa smiled warmly. She decided that if I really wanted to support her in doing this that badly, she shouldn't have anything to worry about. "Okay! Just... Don't pay attention to anything you hear, okay?"

"Uhh... Okay, sure," I agreed reluctantly, worried about what noises I would be hearing. After all the coaching that the cheerleaders had given her, it was going to be so much worse than I imagined.

"Remember, I love YOU!" She pulled down on my arm and gave me a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the stall alone. "Now, ignore everything else you hear!"

As she stepped in front of the stall and looked inside, she saw her bull sitting on the toilet, looking up from his phone with a big, cocky grin. The smirk he gave her made her pussy tingle. "Mmm, hello big boy," she said, returning his smile.

"It's about time," Brad answered, sitting back on the toilet and dropping his phone into his bag beside his feet. Vanessa's eyes glanced down at his crotch, the large package straining against pants as he spread his legs.

She knew she had to recite the lines that the cheerleaders had given her. After all, she didn't want to let anyone down, least of all Brad. "Mmm," she purred seductively, "I've been waiting soooo (she really drew out the o sound) long to feel that big, thick cock between my legs again!"

My heart split. I knew she was just trying to be a good girl and fulfill the promise I'd made, but it hurt so bad watching her gush over Brad.

"You gonna let me hop on right away? Please?" She bit her fingernail as she stared at his crotch, her body rocking suggestively.

Brad grabbed his dick, adjusting it through his pants as it started growing. Vanessa flustered at the reaction.

"Not so fast. What about my payment?" Brad asked with a smirk.

She knew what he meant. She slipped her hands under her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs, careful not to let her pussy show. My eyes were bulging with intrigue as I watched the white panties slip so smoothly down her legs. My peepee strained against his cage as she slipped the panties off her high heels, held them up - displaying the front, then the back to the bully in the stall - then, she put the panties on one finger, pulled them back with the other hand and released, shooting them at Brad like a rubber band. She kept her fingers pointed at him and gave him a wink as he caught the panties.

He examined the panties, gave her a satisfied smile, then raised an eyebrow towards her chest. She knew what was next.

She glanced over to see me standing in the doorway, staring at her longingly. My heart was simultaneously breaking and also beating hard as I was getting turned by her naughty behavior. I had never seen her act so tantalizing!

"Turn around, babe! Remember, this is just for Brad! And no peeking!" I turned around and faced the doorway dishearteningly. As soon as my back was turned, she focused her attention back to the stud in the stall.

Her hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly began lifting up her top as she spoke. "Pleeease let me ride your big, delicious cock? I'm soooo (her tits flop out of her shirt) desperate!"

"Mmm, I like my girls desperate," my bully scoffed as he sat back against the toilet, his cock visibly straining against his pants. Vanessa's eyes widened and she bit her lower lip, staring at his crotch. "Why don't you come over here and let me have a squeeze on those juicy titties?"

Vanessa's hungry mouth curved to a smile as she stepped closer to the bully, her heels clicking against the bathroom tile. "Yes sir!" I was completely forgotten about. Out of sight, and now out of mind, too.

My awful bully who was shoving my head into a piss-filled toilet an hour earlier was now getting to enjoy my girlfriend's breasts all to himself. She leaned forward, presenting her wonderful rack in front of my bullies face, who reached out and began rubbing her tits together with both hands.

"Mmm, I love the way you handle my tits!" She almost used the word 'breasts' but remembered better. 'Ladies have breasts, I have tits!'

The young high school student got to squeeze my girlfriends tits in his hands, each breast completely filling his palms. He smooshed her tits against each other, jiggling them back and forward as they hung down off her chest while she leaned forward. "Mmm these tits are nice and juicy, just how I like'em!" He pulled a hand back and slapped it against the side of her breast, making a loud 'slap' sound and causing Vanessa to squeal.

"Has your wussy boyfriend even gotten to play with these big melons yet?" He asked as he pulled his hand back and gave the tit another slap.

She winced, both from the pain and also from the reminder that I was still in the room. "No, he has never gotten to touch them," she answered with guilt. Brad lapped it up. With a devilish grin, he decided to push her humiliation even further.

"Here, why don't you have a seat in my lap like a good slut!" He leaned back against the toilet and Vanessa spun around and lowered her ass against the stud's lap. Immediately, she felt the thick cock beneath her buns. The boy's hands reached around her body and wrapped themselves back around her tits, squeezing and pushing them forward with his fingers. "That's a good bitch," he said in a deep, cruel voice.

Brad's words brought back painful memories, as I stared at the bathroom wall.

'And lastly, there are the breeding mares...' I heard Claire's voice in my head. It was so clear, it was like she was standing right beside me. 'You know that Brad is a real high-quality stud, right? And you know what he's going to be doing with your little breeding mare of a girlfriend, right?' I plugged my ears to block out the sound, but Claire kept speaking in my head. 'Dumb breeding mares don't need much attention. They have one purpose, and that is to be fucked. They are bred over and over by the prized stud!'

I uncovered my ears just in time to hear Vanessa's breathy moaning as Brad pinched her nipples, her ass grinding against Brad's cock like she was trying to fuck it through his pants.

"Mmm, that's a really good bitch," I heard Brad moaning once again. "Why don't you apologize to your wimpy boyfriend that his classmate gets to enjoy your tits instead of him."

She felt a pang of guilt, but it was no longer enough to stop her. She was consumed by her carnal lust as she slid her ass around and around over the thickest cock she'd felt in her entire life. "Sorry, Babydick, but you know the deal. Once again, Brad gets to enjoy my tits instead of you! You have to keep being a very good boy before you're allowed to enjoy my tits."

"That's *sniff* okay, I un- *sniff* understand," I answered as bravely as I could, fighting back the tears. I heard another loud slap as he smacked her tit once again - the other one, this time - and Vanessa's subsequent squeal. "This is what you wanted though, right?" She asked, trying hard to subdue her guilt.

"Of course this is what he wants," Brad said with a loud laugh as he gave my girlfriend's breasts a good, hard squeeeeeeeze - hard enough to make her moan and suck her teeth. "Mmm, your girlfriend's tits are soooo nice and juicy, she really has a great pair of melons!"

Vanessa's hand was already between her legs, rubbing her clit while she grinded her ass in Brad's lap.

"Mmm, I think your girlfriend's tits might even be better than your moms! Although your mom's big fake tits are fun, too. I think I'll have to get your mom and Vanessa together and take turns feeling them up to see which one has the best rack."

"Uhnnn!" Was all Vanessa could respond. She had turned to putty in the controlling, confident bull's grasp. She was already reaching her hand between her legs, trying to work the thick anaconda out of the boy's pants.

"They could even have a slut-off to see which one can turn me on more. How does that sound, wimp? Maybe this weekend?"

"Y-yes, sir," was all I could answer as the tears streamed down my cheeks. I was staring at the bottom of the stall - all I could see was my bully's tennis shoes, with my girlfriend's white high heels an inch in front of his shoes, her knees obviously spread apart.

"Great, it's a date! You hear that, Vanessa? You and BB are going to have a slut-off this weekend at Milksop's house."

  CHAPTER   40 

Chapter 40: Just Another Tuesday
Vanessa took her time choosing her outfit for the day. She'd promised Brad that she wouldn't be wearing a bra, and that was limiting her options. Anything too loose and her tits would flop around freely for all the boys to see - or maybe pop free from her shirt. Anything too tight, and her nipples would poke through. Anything too light colored, and the pink outline of her tits would be noticeable. To make the whole decision even harder, she felt like she had to wear something that showed cleavage, too. She was afraid it would send the wrong impression to the cheerleaders if she wore a top cover the very day after they told her that she should try to get guys to look at her.

She finally decided on a black tank top. It showed a nice glimpse of cleavage but still covered enough that she didn't feel like her tits would accidentally fall out. Unfortunately, the top was thin enough that the indention from her nipples barely poked out, but she decided that the black color would make it hard for anyone to notice. She matched the black top with a pink miniskirt - ensuring it was well above the half-way mark of her thigh - and a pair of cute white high heels. She had a naughty feeling that Brad would be making her hand over her panties again today, so she picked out a fun pair of white panties with the words 'Thank u cum again' written in red across the back.

Finally, to finish off her outfit, she decided today would be a good day to wear her special gift from Brad: the gold choker collar with the letters BF engraved on the front. Vanessa smiled as the choker caught and reflected the light across her room. She brushed her hair, applied her make-up, then held out her phone and took a selfie to send to Brad: "See you soon, big boy!"

My morning was not quite as pleasant. My poor balls ached with soreness, my dicklette still strained inside the cage (for over a week!) and my butt was sore and bruised - both the as cheeks from the whipping with the ruler, and my asshole from wearing the stupid butt plug all day. To make it all worse, I had to butter-up and apply the even larger plug before going to school yet again. I didn't even want to imagine what Claire would do to me when she checked my ass and found I wasn't wearing one. I clenched my fists and shoved the larger, bulbous buttplug back into my hole. Thankfully, it wasn't 'two-times as thick' as the previous one like Chelsea had threatened, but it was definitely wider than the previous one.

When I got on the school bus, I noticed several of the boys with their faces pressed against the window looking towards my house. "Darn, she's not coming out," I heard one say as I took my seat near the back of the bus. I cringed with pain from the buttplug as I took my seat, but my ears perked up curiously.

"Did she really get a boob job?" Another boy asked, looking curiously towards the front door of my house.

"Yes! You should have seen her on the TV last night! Her boobies are soooo much bigger now!" The first kid answered excitedly. All the boy's pressed their faces back to the window, desperately watching as the front door disappeared around a corner.

"So her boobies are even bigger than before?" One asked, finally sitting back from the window.

"Yes, and her butt, too!" The kids were speaking loud and boisterously, obviously giving no care to the fact that I had to hear their entire conversation. "She looks like a big dumb blowup doll!"

Another boy jeered in with excitement. "Her boobies are very bouncy, too! She jumped up and down a lot during the TV show!"

Each word stung. I didn't want to listen, but I couldn't help from taking in each cutting word. I thought about my sweet, loving mom, being so caring and caring and perfect to me for all those years - now dancing around on stage for attention with her ballooned up tits and plasticky round ass.

Brad noticed me clenching my fists and a smile crossed his face. "Yea, this is her third boob job ya know. They told her that her tits needed to be a few sizes bigger before they'll sign her up to be a pornstar."

"Wow," the first boy said with an imaginative look in his eye. "Darn. I wish I'd seen the TV boardcast!" He flopped back into his chair disappointedly.

"Well, why don't you stay up and watch it tonight? Don't you have a TV or computer in your room?"

"Yea, but my parents block all the naughty channels!"

"So? It's a news channel, so they probably didn't block it. You should be able to watch it no problem."

"Oh my gosh!" He perked up excitedly. "I'm going to stay up and watch it tonight!"

Brad smirked in my direction as he sat back with a cruel smile. "I'll let BB know, she'll love to hear that. She loves when Milksop's 'friends' check her out."

I wanted to cry. To make it worse, each bump the bus hit made my whole body ring with pain from the buttplug.

"What does BB stand for again?" One of his buddies asked.

Brad answered with a grin, speaking well loud enough for me to hear each painful word. "It stands for Becky Buttfuck - she goes by that because all her friends ram her up the butthole on the weekends."

"Ram her?" Asked another boy.

"Yea. You know - she bends over the bed and guys shove their dicks into her butthole and fuck her up the ass. I've done it a few times. It's fun! She moans really loud and begs for more. Isn't that right, milksop?" Brad asked loudly as he leaned forward and smacked the back of my head.

"Yes, sir," I answered quietly.

"Brad really fucks your mom up the butt?" One of the other boys asked, sitting across the aisle from me.

"Uhh... Y-yes," I answered shamefully. I hated that it was the truth.

"Wow! Brad, you're so cool! Becky Buttfuck, what a funny name!"

Brad sat back with arms crossed proudly as the boys on the bus kept asking him more questions about boning my mom, and saying how cool it was. A few of them had been staying up at night to watch her perform on TV. Others would record it and watch it the next day. Either way, they all got to watch her degrading performance on TV. Not just Brad and his buddies, either - all the kids all across the school knew about her naughty late-night TV show, and when word got around that she got new breast implants, all the students were curious to see it.

Just to make my humiliation that much worse, Brad said in front of everyone, "Hey loser, why don't you send your girlfriend over during first break? I'll be ready for my blowjob around then."

"Yes, sir..." I was struggling not to cry as the bus hit a big bump on the road.

As usual, Vanessa was there waiting for me as I got off the bus, smiling like a beautiful ray of sunshine. "Hi sweetie," she said as she greeted me with a hug. "How are your... You know..." She whispered quietly, "How are your balls feeling? I feel so bad about hitting them last night."

It was so easy to forgive her. I told her that they were sore but would be okay, and she reminded me that it was for the good fo the relationship. Of course, I agreed with her and forgave her. I knew that she didn't do anything wrong intentionally, she was just trying to do what was best. It was all Clarie's fault for manipulating us so hard! I loved how sweet Vanessa was as she smiled and held me. However... I couldn't help but commenting on the gold choker. "Oh... You're wearing the necklace from Brad?"

"Yes!" She answered enthusiastically, putting both her hands behind her back and rocking her body side to side while she looked up at me with a smile. "Doesn't it really bring out my eyes?"

That's when I noticed the outline of her nipples poking out of her top and my eyes quickly wandered down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra!

"Hey!" She said as she stopped rocking her body and crossed her arms. "Just because I feel bad about last night doesn't mean you can ogle my body!"

I averted my eyes from her breasts immediately, looking like a guilty child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I was talking to Claire on the drive home, and she told me it's not okay for you to check me out. She said it's disrespectful for you to do that and makes you think of me as a sex object, and I agree with her."

"I-I'm sorry," I answered pitifully. I definitely did NOT want to be disrespectful towards my girlfriend!

Of course, that's right when Brad stepped off the bus and stepped over. "What did the loser do this time?"

"He was checking me out inappropriately," Vanessa answered.

"Oh, you shouldn't be checking out your girlfriend, that's disrespectful. You should be looking at her eyes, not her body," Brad said as he stood beside my sweet girlfriend.

"Yes exactly!" Vanessa agreed with a pleased smile.

"By the way Vanessa, you are looking really fine in that outfit," he said as he stared blatantly down at her cleavage.

"Aww, thank you Brad," she answered sweetly as she rocked her body side to side.

"Wha-but... He gets to check you out?" I asked jealously.

"Of course. I can't control what other guys do, honey."

Brad was glaring at me with a big, cheeky grin and he slid his hand down my girlfriends back. "Yea - she can ask us all she wants, but none of us are gonna stop checking her out. It's a national pastime for football players to check out the cheerleaders, after all!"

His hand slid lower down her back until it was resting on her ass, and he gave her a naughty little squeeze. She smiled, enjoying the harmless attention Brad was giving her by feeling up her ass. He got to squeeze her ass and play with her tits when she gave him a blowjob, it only seemed fair to let him do it at other times during the day, too.

Morning classes came and went, but at the end of the first break, something terrible happened. I'd forgotten to tell Vanessa to go give Brad his blowjob! My heartbeat began racing and I knew I was going to be in huge trouble! I was in a panic as the next class began and I had no idea what to do. Maybe if I could find Vanessa and have her go meet up with him as soon as possible, I wouldn't be in so much trouble. Or maybe I could make up an excuse that she was too busy, or, or, or... I couldn't even focus on the teacher.

Later, as I was walking down the hall searching in fear to try and find Vanessa, Brad and his buddy Josh came walking up behind me. "Hey, bitchboy," Brad said as he reached up and grabbed my ear from behind.

"Oww," I cried out as he pulled on my ear right just as Josh grabbed hold of my other ear. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I started crying, knowing that I'd fucked up. It didn't matter. The bullies kept pulling on my ears and dragged me into the nearby bathroom then threw me down onto the floor.

"I was waiting for your girlfriend during first break, and guess what? She never came by."

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, I f-forgot," I answered, blubbering through tears. I was terrified. Brad was bad enough when I didn't make him angry, I couldn't imagine what he was going to do now.

"Oh my gosh, look at him crying! What a pathetic bitch," Josh said with a laugh.

"I've had to go ALL morning without my blowjob from your girlfriend. Sorry isn't good enough." Brad stepped forward and lifted me by the shirt collar, tearing it and making the buttons fly off. "I'm going to make you REALLY sorry now!" He shoved me into the bathroom stall, the door flying open and slamming against the wall. I was hunched against the toilet, too scared to move.

"Haha, look at this," Brad said as he and Josh closed in behind me. "Just like old times, right Josh?"

"Yea," Josh laughed in agreement.

"You remember what toilet water tastes like, don't you Milksop?" Brad asked as he grabbed a handful of my hair and held my face over the toilet bowl.

"Please, don't," I begged helplessly.

"Hope you're thirsty," Brad said as he dunked my head into the toilet, completely submerging it under the water. I panicked, unable to breathe, thrashing against his grip. Brad lifted my head out of the water for a few seconds - I was gasping, mouth open, toilet water dripping down my face. Without warning, he shoved my head back into the toilet bowl. He held me under longer this time, then yanked me back out.

"How's it taste, loser?"

I couldn't answer - I was gasping for air as he shoved my head back under. I heard Josh laughing in the background. "Are you still sorry?" He asked as he lifted my head out of the water, letting me breathe. "Y-yes, sir," I said after gasping for air.

"Definitely not sorry enough. Hey Josh, what did we say would happen to Milksop if he didn't play along, all those weeks ago?"

"I think you said that if he didn't play along he'd be getting more piss baths."

"No... Please..." I whimpered, my face still held over the toilet bowl.

"Oh yeah, that's right! Well, I'm no liar!" I heard Brad and Josh unzipping their pants behind me. I could only cry and beg, but it was useless.

"Now, let's hear your apology again, starting from the beginning. Nice and thorough."

I began sprouting off my apology: "Mr. Brad, I am-" the stream of hot piss hit my face, followed by a second. This was hell. It was just like the first day, all over again. I realized it was never going to get better.

"Let's see who can get more in his mouth," Brad laughed as I kept apologizing, spitting out mouthfuls of my bullies urine as I spoke. "I'm so *spit* sorry that I didn't *gag* send Vanessa over to *spit* give you your blowjob *swallow* this morning."

"Now that's a much better apology," Brad said as the two boys shook the last drops of their piss onto me. "Now, let's talk about how you're going to make it up to me."

Was he serious? I'd just been beaten and dunked in the toilet, and now I had to make it up to him? I wanted to cry even more.

"Seeing how I didn't get my blowjob this morning, my dick still needs to be taken care of. I think the only way to make it up to me now is to let me fuck your girlfriend again.

"Y-you mean..."

"I think you need to talk to her and convince her to spread her legs and ride my cock like it's her job!"

"Damn, and I thought getting a blowjob from her was good," Josh said with a whistle.

"Yea, she's great with her tongue. She's gotten really good at deepthroating. Tell you what, after I'm done fucking her, I'll send her over to give you another blowjob," Brad offered with a grin.

"Fuck yeah, I wouldn't mind giving her sweet mouth another dicking!"

"A-another?" I asked, the tears still slowly rolling down my drenched cheeks.

"Sure, don't mention it, buddy," Brad said to his friend, the two of them ignoring me. "That's what friends are for."

"See? Brad's such a nice guy," Josh said, laughing at me kneeling on the floor, leaned against the toilet, drenched in toilet water and piss.

"So," Brad said, turning towards me. "Go find Vanessa. Tell her you lost a bet against me, and you promised I could fuck her again if I won."

"You can tell her you made a bet for how much piss you could drink," Josh said as both boys laughed.

"She probably won't take too much convincing, but don't leave until she agrees. Then, during lunch, have her meet me right here in this very stall. Tell her I'm going to be extra-horny so I'm really going to ride her hard."

I was no longer holding back the tears anymore. I was full-on sniffing and crying, just an inch away from sobbing. Brad looked down scornfully. "In fact, I think any time you fuck up from now on, you're going to ask your girlfriend to spread her pussy for me and let me fuck her to make up for it." My tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Apparently, I didn't answer quick enough, because Brad's foot came crashing down against my chest. "Understand?"

"Ack! Y-yes sir!" I shouted in response.

"That's more like it," he said with a laugh. The boys turned to walk out but just before leaving, Brad turned back to me thoughtfully. "Hmm, and you know what? You will be joining her here."

"Wh-what?"

"You're going to be standing in the doorway, making sure nobody else enters the bathroom while your girlfriend rides me in the stall."

"Haha, you're so bad," Josh said with even more chuckling.

"Well, someone has to guard the door, and Milksop's the one that fucked up so he's the one that should have to give up his lunch and do it."

"True! That seems very fair," Josh agreed as the two boys washed their hands and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me a blubbering, piss-drenched, clothes-torn mess. The only thought going through my head was, "What did Josh mean... Another?"