Arc 2.9: Plan and Punishment

The words hung in the air, and slowly, painfully, the pieces started clicking into place. The weird behavior. The constant questions about Ulma.

He pushed her away, sitting up in bed. "What?"

Claire propped herself up on her elbows, her expression innocent. "What? You heard me. A threesome. With Professor Johansson. The Viking MILF."

"Claire." Kyle's voice was flat, his eyes narrowing. "Did you... did you plan this?"

"Plan what?" She blinked at him, all wide-eyed innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"This!" Kyle gestured at the bed, at her naked body, at the mess they'd made. "The whole thing! The edge play, the questions, the—" He stopped, his brain finally catching up. "You set me up."

"I have no idea what you mean." Claire crossed her arms, and turned her head to demonstrate the extent of the offense Kyle just brought her with his claim.

"You set me up!" Kyle was sitting up now, his heart pounding. "You've been playing me this whole time! Your hour and a half blowjobs, your weird questions about Ulma's milk-jugs, the—" He ran his hands through his hair, his mind racing. "You wanted me to claim your pussy. Just to make me lose—"

"Wanted you to?" Claire's voice was still innocent, but there was a glint in her eye now. "I'm just a stupid girl, Kyle. I don't know anything about plans or schemes. I'm not smart enough for that."

"No, you are!" Kyle spun to face her, his voice rising. "You set me up! You wanted me to lose control—" He stopped, the realization hitting him like a freight train. "So you could blackmail me into arranging a threesome with Ulma."

Claire's expression shifted. The innocent mask slipped, and something colder, sharper took its place. "Now why would I do that?"

"Because you want to fuck her!" Kyle shouted. "You've wanted to fuck her this whole time! You wanted to fuck her since I told about her milk-full tits for the first time!"

Claire sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around her waist. She looked less playful now. "Kyle," she said, her voice calm and kind. "You need to calm down." She brought her hand to his shoulder, moving it as if to stop a tantrum.

Kyle pushed her hand aside. "Don't tell me to calm down! You—" He pointed at her, his hand shaking. "You used my own fetish against me! The comparison thing! 'This is the best sex I've ever had,' 'You're so much bigger than him'—you played me like a goddamn fiddle!"

Claire's lips curved into a slow smile. She even bounced on her own ass as she said it. "And it worked, didn't it?"

Kyle did not let her bouncing tits distract him. "HOW DARE YOU!" Kyle's voice cracked, a mix of anger and genuine hurt. "I thought—I actually thought—"

"You thought what?" Claire stood, completely unashamed of her nakedness. "That I was just a horny girl who secretly dreamed about her fiancé's best friend stuffing her unsatisfied pussy?"

Kyle opened his mouth, closed it. "Well, aren't you?" Now he started to feel really sad.

Claire crawled toward him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. "Maybe a bit, fuck-boy." Her voice was still calm but now with a hint of warmth. "But, you have to admit that regardless of why, you fucked up. You touched my tits, and boy you touched them. And Mark—"

"Claire—"

"I will tell him exactly how it happened," she repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I will tell him you forced your hands on me. I will tell him you fucked me with your thick cock so I got distracted enough so you could get your stupid nimble fingers on my unclaimed nipples."

Kyle's blood ran cold. "You wouldn't."

Claire stared at him until Kyle realized he did not want to risk it. She'd trapped him, and he really fucked up anyway.

"So here's how this is going to work," Claire continued, her voice calm and businesslike. "You're going to arrange a threesome with Professor Johansson. Me, you, and her. Eric, if he wants to watch, oh and Mark wants to watch as well."

Kyle stared at her. "How is Mark going to watch? Maybe he doesn't want to watch?"

Claire looked at him with the all-familiar "are you stupid" expression. "Right, because me and a tall blond MILF with tits full of milk together on the same bed is not something boys want to see."

Kyle had to agree that Mark probably would not be against such an arrangement even if he had to tolerate watching Kyle squished between two beauties.

"Claire. Okay, I agree, but I can't just—"

"You can." Her voice was flat, final. "You have the power. You have the claims. You're the only one who can make this happen." She stepped closer, her hand coming up to cup his face. "And if you do this, my slim young body and tight pussy and her milk jugs, the fiancé of your best friend and your very hot and very married professor at the same time, look at you and beg for your cum. You will just be the luckiest motherfucker in the whole state. In fact, you should thank me for giving you motivation!"

Kyle's breath caught. The image she painted was—fuck. It was exactly what he wanted, now it was. "You could've just waited. I am a horny pervert, sooner or later—"

She cut him off. "I don't want her sooner or later. I want her now when her tits are full of milk. And knowing your lazy ass, sooner or later might as well be never."

Claire kissed him on the lips. "I believe in you, fuck boy! Oh, and don't be sad, I really missed your cock." She left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Kyle stared at the ceiling, his mind reeling. "I wonder if she would still blow me," he muttered to himself.

Kyle had done it. Somehow, against all odds and reason, he'd actually pulled it off.

The space was crowded in a way it had never been before. Kyle's room, usually just big enough for his bed and a desk, now contained five people: himself, Ulma, Claire, Eric, and Mark. The air was thick with tension and the faint scents of ladies’ perfume.

Ulma stood by the door, her arms crossed over her heavy, veined breasts. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she looked like she was about to bolt at any moment.

"I can't believe I'm here," she said, her voice flat. "I could be so fired for this. And I am just a good year or two away from tenure."

Eric put a hand on her shoulder. "Then don't think about that. Just enjoy yourself."

"Enjoy myself," Ulma repeated, shaking her head. "I'm about to have a threesome with my student, a student, and another one is going to watch!"

Meanwhile, Claire was staring at Ulma's chest with an intensity that bordered on hypnotic. Her eyes kept drifting to the outline of Ulma's breasts beneath the thin fabric, and she kept licking her lips unconsciously.

"Are you sure about this?" Ulma asked Eric one last time, her voice a whisper. "Once we start, there's no going back."

Eric kissed her forehead. "I'm sure. Go have fun."

Before Ulma could respond, Claire lunged forward, her hands finding Ulma's face, her lips pressing against the older woman's mouth. Ulma made a surprised sound, then softened into the kiss.

Claire pulled back just enough to breathe, "Your tits. I need to taste them."

She tugged at Ulma's blouse, pulling it open. Ulma's heavy breasts spilled out, their pale skin mapped with delicate blue veins, her nipples dark and stiff. Claire's mouth found them immediately, her tongue laving at the stiff peaks, her hands cupping the heavy weight.

"Fuck," Claire moaned against Ulma's skin. "They're so big. So full."

Ulma looked down at the young girl sucking her tits, then shrugged. She reached out, grabbing Kyle by the back of the neck and pulling him into a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue sliding against his.

"Get on the bed," Ulma commanded, her voice husky. "Both of you."

Claire practically bounced onto the mattress, her eyes still fixed on Ulma's tits. Kyle followed, positioning himself between Claire's spread legs. Ulma climbed onto the bed, straddling Claire's face, her heavy thighs framing the younger woman's head.

Kyle slid into Claire's wet heat in one smooth motion. She was already soaked, her pussy clenching around him as Ulma lowered herself onto her face.

Claire was quite explicit on what sort of arrangement she wanted, in fact so explicit she drew a scheme which she showed Kyle couple of days after the dreaded incident.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Claire's muffled moans vibrated against Ulma's cunt as she licked and sucked at the professor's folds. Kyle fucked her in a steady rhythm, his hands finding Ulma's heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he thrust into Claire.

"This is insane," Kyle muttered, his voice strained. "This is the most insane thing I've ever done."

Ulma leaned down, her lips finding his for another deep kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft. "Don't talk," she murmured against his lips. "Just fuck."

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Eric and Mark stood by the door, watching the scene unfold. Their pants were already tenting, their hands unconsciously moving to their crotches.

"I can't believe this is happening," Mark whispered, his eyes wide.

Eric nodded, his gaze fixed on his wife. "Neither can I. But I'm not going to complain."

They watched as Claire's body arched beneath Kyle, as Ulma ground her hips against Claire's face, as Kyle's hands roamed over Ulma's tits. The sounds of sex filled the room—wet, rhythmic, obscene.

"We should... we should probably..." Mark gestured vaguely at their pants.

Eric nodded, already unbuckling his belt. "Yeah. Might as well enjoy the show."

They both dropped their pants, their hands wrapping around their own cocks, and started to stroke. They did their best to block Kyle out of the frame, focusing on the girls instead.

Kyle noticed their efforts and, despite everything, felt a pang of sympathy. He shifted positions, angling himself so that Mark and Eric could see their partners better. He moved Claire's leg, exposing her slick folds as he thrust into her. And turned Ulma to a side, showing off her heavy milk-gushing tits to the rest of the male audience.

"Thanks, man," Mark muttered, his hand moving faster.

Kyle nodded, his rhythm never faltering.

Claire came first, her body convulsing beneath Kyle, her muffled scream vibrating against Ulma's cunt. Ulma followed a moment later, her thighs clenching around Claire's head as she shuddered through her own orgasm.

Kyle finished soon after, pumping his release into Claire's spasming pussy. He pulled out, stroking himself a few more times, and painted thick white stripes across Ulma's no longer pregnant but still super sexy belly.

Ulma smiled watching her student catch his breath. Soon she lifted on her hips, and reached between her legs and hold Calire’s face in her hand like a guilty kid. “Dear, do you want me to give the favor back?” Claire blushed and nodded eagerly.

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Half an hour later, Claire was still bouncing on Kyle’s cock, this time she was standing up showing her naked body to her Mark as Kyle pounded her pussy from behind. Her body trembled from unending streak of orgasms and her mind hazed from pleasure. Ulma’s hands squeezed and kneaded her tits just like she liked, making her gasp every time her nipples got pinched.

But then she opened her eyes.

Ulma was standing by the door, her hands raised high, while her husband's hands caressed her body carefully avoiding areas claimed by Kyle. His face was pressed to her belly collecting every single bit of sweat and cum left by herself and Kyle.

Claire wished she and Mark had it the same way in 20 years. But if Ulma is in the hall, and Mark is right in front of her… Whose hands are on her tits?

Claire looked back at Kyle, down on her tits pressed between Kyle’s hands, stroking her nipples like some car keys, then at Mark, who was still standing by the door, his hand still wrapped around his cock, still stroking. Her eyes went wide.

"Wait," she said, her voice sharp. "Wait, stop. What are you doing?"

Kyle didn't stop. His hands kept moving, his fingers rolling her nipples with firm pressure. "Relax, Claire. Just enjoy it."

"No, no, no." Instead of pushing him away, her hands held his tighter to her tits. "You didn't claim my tits. You didn't claim them. How are you—"

"I'm not claiming them," Kyle said, his voice calm. "I'm just touching them. Because you're letting me."

Claire stared at him, her mind racing. He was right. She was letting him. She was naked, her tits in his hands, and she was just squeezing them more to get him to crush her nipple. “Ughhhhh,” He did, and she hated herself for what she said next, “Please more!”

But then her eyes darted to Mark. He was still watching, still stroking himself, and he wasn't angry. He wasn't jealous. He was just...

"YOU CUCK!" Claire screamed, her voice cracking with emotion.

Mark's hand faltered, but he didn't stop. Claire’s face changed from angry to putting to crying.

"I am so sorry, honey!" Claire sobbed, tears already streaming down her face. "I just really wanted to taste those tits! I couldn't help myself!"

"Hey!" Eric interrupted, his voice sharp. "That's my wife you're talking about!"

Claire's face crumpled. "Sorry, Ulma! I'm sorry for only seeing you as a pair of giant milk-jugs! I'm just so jealous! I wanted to be like you so bad, I wanted those tits, I wanted—"

Ulma moved away from Eric, crossing the room, her hand coming up to cup the younger woman's face. "Shh," Ulma said softly. "It's okay."

"It's not okay!" Claire sobbed. "I used Kyle! I blackmailed him! I—"

Ulma leaned in, pressing her lips to Claire's. The kiss was soft, gentle, forgiving. When she pulled back, there was a smile on her face.

"You want to know a secret?" Ulma whispered. "I'm jealous of you too. You're young, you're beautiful, you have your whole life ahead of you. And my tits are too heavy that my back hurts." She laughed softly. "We all want what we don't have."

Claire stared at her, tears still streaming down her face. "You're not mad?"

"I'm not mad," Ulma said. "And I promise you, one day you'll have tits just as full as mine."

Claire let out a watery laugh. "I don't want to wait. I want them now."

Ulma's smile widened. "Then you'll have to make do with mine. For now."

She guided Claire's head to her chest, and Claire latched onto her nipple. The younger woman's sobs slowly quieted as she suckled, her body relaxed to Kyle’s touch.

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Kyle watched the scene unfold, still buried inside Claire, still moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He wasn't sure if he should stop or keep going, but Claire's hips were rocking against him, her body clearly still responding even as she cried. Kyle looked at his friend, and mark shrugged.

"Claire," Kyle said softly. "Mark needs to tell you something."

She pulled back from Ulma's breast, resting her head on MILF’ chest. "What?"

"I know about everything," Mark said. "Kyle told me."

"I know you set him up. I know he touched your tits, and I know you made him arranging this." He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup her face. "And I forgive you. Because I love you."

Claire stared at him, her lip trembling. "You... you forgive me?"

"I forgive you." Mark leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead. "You wanted something, and you went after it. I can't blame you for that. I just wish you'd talked to me first."

Claire sobbed, her body shaking with the force of her emotions. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I know." Mark kissed her forehead again. "I know. Just... tell me next time. Okay?"

Claire nodded, tears still streaming down her face. "Okay. I promise. I will never hide anything from you." They almost kissed each other lips, before Mark gave his fiancé a very sensual forehead kiss.

As she spoke, Kyle was still inside her, still moving in that slow, steady rhythm. And Claire's body was still responding, her hips rocking against him.

"Kyle," she gasped. "You're still—"

"I know," Kyle said. "But you haven't told me to stop."

Claire stared at him, her eyes wide. And then, despite everything, she started to laugh.

"God," she gasped in typical snarky tone. "Didn’t know my fiancé is such a cuck."

"Hey! That’s my friend you are talking about!" Kyle slapped her ass to get the point across.