“She also has a sister named Carrie”

“No shit!” Carrie has a big smile on her face. “I don’t even know why that makes me so fucking horny.” You can tell by how vigorously she’s rubbing your crotch. She adds to that by rubbing her own thighs.

“Well don’t be shy around me, hon.” Pamela smiles.

Carrie gives you an intense look. She bites her lip. You’d suspect she’s debating whether she wants to be naughty. But the Carrie you know never has mental debates about such things.

“In fact, let’s give him some practice.” Pamela gets up and walks over. You’re not entirely sure what she means. You don’t care.

Carrie undoes your belt, button, and pulls your zipper down. Pamela helps, tugging at your pants pulling them down.

And for the first time ever, your cock comes out in front of two lovely ladies. They both look at it with lust. And just being here makes it throb and twitch.

Carrie dives in, opening wide and taking your member in her throat down to the hilt.

Pamela kneels next to her, grabs her hair and begins to furiously pound her face on your cock. Within seconds her throat is bouncing on your cock as if it was her cunt. And the sensation is fantastic, feeling the tightness between her tonsils squeeze your head and releasing.

Spit flings from her mouth. But Carrie, being the perfect cock sucker that she is, never gags.

Pamela makes it all happen as she watches with admiration.

And it’s amazing watching your girlfriend, the most sexually omnivorous girl you’ve ever known, be at the mercy of this friend of hers, who does not relent, even as tears begin to roll down Carrie’s face.

Finally she stops Carrie’s thrust so she can pull her head close and say something. “You’re such a great slut. I love watching it” She says to you’re girl, then spitting in her face and pushing it back down onto your meat.

You skull fuck her for another minute or so. Not much time but it seems like forever without a rest for Carrie’s quickly degrading face.

You feel yourself ready to explode already. You hiss and Pamela can tell. “Ready to cum, hon?” She asks you, placing a hand on your knee.

You nod.

She holds Carrie’s face deep down on your cock. And you know what you need to do. You feel your jizz release into her throat.

And still she doesn’t gag. In face she doesn’t relent at all, even as your cock softens a bit. She still bobs on it.

“Now for the chaser.” Pamela says. And you get what she means by ‘practice.’ Pam the golden queen wants to make sure you’re up for the coming depravity. And you want to show her that you are.

It’s not long before you have to go. And without warning you do just that, releasing your piss deep down Carrie’s throat.

She coughs. Well, at least she’s human. And Pamela squeals with delight watching the golden juice spray out of Carrie’s coughing lips and onto your body.

But Carrie does her part, leaning down and licking up the mess she’s made.

Pamela looks at you with pride, her fingers still buried in Carrie’s sweaty hair. “This is fun,” She says “but let’s not go so easy on Millie, okay?”

You can’t imagine the plans she has in store.

You get to find out a week later. When there’s a knock at Pamela’s door.

She opens it and, indeed, one of the most beautiful 18 year olds you’ve ever seen, stands there.

But she seems surprised to see you. “Oh, I thought you said I could come over and talk about...”

“It’s okay” Pamela says, placing her hand on Millie and leading her into the apartment “my friends stopped over unexpectedly. But they might be able to help with your advice.”

Millie seems unsure. But she takes a seat. Pamela pours her some tea. She gets a little more comfy. You make small talk. She gets a little more comfy.

“So why does Dylan think you’re the most desirable woman in the world?” Finally she asks.

Pam answers casually. “Probably because when we’re fucking, I’ll do anything he...”

“Wait...” Millie pops up in her seat. “You’re what?”

Pamela, again like no big deal “when we have sex I’m willing to be a total dumb fuck slut.”

Millie’s eyes are wild. It’s like she’s just entered a whole new reality. “You have sex with him? But he’s your student.”

“So?” Pamela answers “you don’t pay attention to little things like that when someone has such a nice cock.”

“Oh is it nice?” Carrie chimes in

“Like a fucking work of art.” Pam answers before turning her attention back to Millie, whose eyes are now welling up. “Look hon, girls your age think boys want them to be sexually aggressive. So they dress like sluts and send nude pics then get all shy when things turn kinky. Trust me, that’s not what they want.”

“It’s not?”

“No. They want to be the aggressive ones and they want us to lie back and say ‘I and a dumb fucking cunt and I exist for you to use and **** and mistreat.’”

Millie just can’t believe what had become of this conversation. “I don’t...”

“And no one is going to tell you this. Especially you.” Carrie adds

“Especially me?”

“Because of who your Dad is, they need you to be sweet and keep your thighs shut.”

Millie’s head spins. You can tell.

“Look you don’t have to believe me.” Pam says.

“I don’t” Millie half asks and half states.

“Who would you trust more than anyone in the world? To give you sex advice. Who do you admire?”

Millie thinks for a moment.