FFF - Ch84

Annette clears her throat.

Three tense, irritable people look at her.

The blonde sort of tries to smile. “Ladies,” she says in the manner of someone who knows she is taking a risk. It’s not lost on her that it’s a miracle nobody has punched her in the face yet.

“I understand that you’re going through a difficult change,” she says kindly to Shell. “I also know the effects that change will have on the libido at this stage. You all seem on edge. I can help you with those things. Both of those things. If you like,” Annette adds innocently.

Several paces away from Annette, who waits eagerly at the table, Shell, Jane, and Curio convene. They don’t see eye to eye on everything at the moment, but everyone’s on the same page about Annette.

“We knew she was crazy, but she’s horny already?” Shell can’t believe it.

“Look around you. This is how passionate she is about all this.”

Shell grimaces. “She’s right. It’s affecting me.”

Jane is sympathetic. “She does realize that we’re all mad at her, right? When she offers to help us with frustration?”

“She will welcome anything you do to her,” Curio assures her.

“Good. I wouldn’t be able to do it otherwise,” Jane retorts.

Curio holds her gaze for a moment, then shrugs. “I calculate that we can spare the time.”

“I’m still pissed at her,” Shell notes. “This won’t change that.”

“Nor should it. Shall we all agree to deny her what she wants?” Curio asks.

Jane and Shell nod.

FFF

One of the many rooms that have been unsealed by Curio’s intervention is what was clearly meant to be Annette’s bedroom. It has more amenities and a larger bed than the normal living quarters.

Here, naked, Annette kneels on the metal floor, gagging on Curio’s cock as she pulls on Jane’s and Shell’s. Ruthlessly, Curio grips Annette’s head and fucks her throat with a vigor that almost makes Jane feel bad for the blonde.

Curio just lets out a little snort through her nose and her belly tightens. Annette gags louder, turning redder and redder before Curio finally pulls out. Annette coughs, cum spilling out onto her chin and the floor. Shell pulls her to her feet and spins her around, slipping her cock between Annette’s thighs. Still coughing, Annette squirms; her legs are soaked and Shell’s hot shaft rubs teasingly along her slit.

Jane pulls Annette’s hair, forcing her to bend forward at the waist. That changes the angle of the rubbing and she lets out a shrill cry, trying to move, but Shell has her held tight.

Jane looks down at Annette’s blonde hair, enjoying Annette’s tongue all over her dick. She’s too big for Annette’s mouth, so this is the best she can do. She pulls Annette’s hair and grasps her wet cock, slapping and rubbing it around Annette’s face. Open-mouthed, Annette sticks her tongue out needily, and Jane gives her the head. Annette suckles at it, whimpering as Shell fucks her thighs faster.

“OK,” Shell announces. She pulls free and forces Annette to her knees, taking Jane’s place in front. She grunts and jerks her load out all over Annette’s face.