First, Tits McGee and Mindy

TITS MCGEE’S POV

“Jeff, I’m home! called out as I unlocked our front door, my arms laden with packages that we’d purchased, per Michael’s instructions, from the sex shop.

“Oh hey babe, welcome home. I was starting to get worried with how late it was getting. And why are you calling me Jeff? What happened to honey?” Jeff called back from the kitchen. Normally we refer to each other by pet names, but, considering the recent changes mandated by Michael, I didn’t feel comfortable calling him by that anymore.

“Oh yea…work stuff…” I managed to stutter out. “Umm…Jeff…We need to talk”.

“Oh? What's up babe….” He trailed off as he came out of the kitchen, seeing me standing next to Mindy. Mindy was dressed as Michael had instructed us, a loose tank top that, if she had any cleavage, would have been very revealing. Under that she had a VERY short skirt that I had just purchased her. I was still dressed in the outfit I’d worn to school, a typical teachers suit consisting of a button up shirt, a blazer, and a modest skirt, with stockings and heels. The only odd thing about it otherwise is that I very clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, another side effects of Michaels uniform decisions for me. As Jeff walked to us, extending a hand to greet Mindy, we glanced at each other, dreading the act we both knew we needed to put on. I nodded to her, urging her forward.

“Umm…Hey, cuck, this slut is mine now…” Mindy said hesitantly, before bringing her hand back and slapping me hard on the bottom, causing me to gasp and jump a bit. Suppressing my discomfort, I let out a vapid giggle and grinned like a schoolgirl with a crush, putting on the show I knew was required.

“That’s right Jeff. Mindy is a stud and this titty piggy just can’t get enough of her!” *OINK!* I snorted, letting my instincts take over for a second. The embarrassment from what I was doing and saying was nearly painful, but I had to remember the instructions I had received. “Tits McGee, I want you to act like a vapid little sugar baby around Mindy. She’s your daddy, and you support her doing anything to you or your husband. Oh, and make sure you have a borderline unhealthy obsession with her strap on.”

“What…? Babe? I don’t understand what’s going on. Is this one of your students?” Jeff looked confused and had every right to be. As far as he knew, our marriage was strong, despite my history as a titty piggy. Mindy looked up at me with an apprehensive look on her face. I gave her a smile and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, letting her know I supported her through this. It wasn’t something either of us had intended, but Michael’s word, in his role as the School Relationship Advisor, was law.

Mindy raises herself up to her full height, trying and failing to look intimidating. “Th-that’s right bitch boy. I’m the…uhhh…alpha here. And…” She looked to me again and I smiled, mouthing “go on” to reassure her. “And I challenge you to a dick measuring contest!” She finished triumphantly.

Jeff holds up his hands, imploring us to slow down. “A what? I have no idea what’s going on. Are you saying you’re involved with this girl? A student of yours?” Jeff was beginning to get a panicked look on his face as his entire world was slowly collapsing around him. I pulled out an envelope and handed it to him.

“Here, this should explain things some.”

Pulling out the letter, he begins to read out loud.

“Jeff, I’m sure you’re pretty confused right now. Don’t worry, this is all legit. I decided that the best thing for both Mindy and Tits McGee here is if they were in a committed relationship. Therefore, using my authority as the School Relationship Advisor, I have made them a couple. I understand that as Tits McGee’s husband this might cause you some concern, therefore I’m giving you an out. You and Mindy can have a “dick measuring contest”, with the winner becoming the “Alpha of the house”. I have the utmost confidence in your ability to beat an 18-year-old high school senior in this. Good luck!”

I could hear the sarcasm dripping from the words Michael had written, and pangs of guilt gripped my heart as my husband's face lit up.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this. Don’t worry then, I’ll just win this dick measuring contest and we can go back to being married normally again.” He turned towards Mindy. “Sorry about this Mindy, but I’m sure you don’t want this anymore than my wife does. So, how do we go about this?”

“Umm…just…take them out?” Mindy stutters.

Grinning, Jeff dropped his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t super impressive, if anything a little below average in size. It was good enough for me normally. Honestly, we weren’t a very sexually active couple. I was pretty prudish despite my titty piggy leanings. Now though, I was **** to let Michael have free access to my sweater meat and teach a class on how these great my bazongas are.

Jeff’s smile widened. I was sure he was confident he could beat a tiny 18-year-old. It quickly deflated when she lifted her skirt revealing a very large packer-style strap on. This was a top-of-the-line piece of equipment. I should know, I paid for it, nearly $1500. It was a four in one, billed as a 4P, packing, pissing, pleasure, and play. Specifically, it was made so Mindy could wear it all day and night, urinate standing up, and fuck me with it while getting stimulated herself. It was…something I wasn’t enthusiastic about, but it was what Michael decided was best for us, and the rules are the rules.

I sink to my knees and lean forward, gently kissing the tip of Mindy’s strap on. A loud *OINK* comes out of my mouth as I feel my titty piggy instincts begin to kick in and its all I can do to not take this monster hog all the way down my throat. “MMM, daddy, I can’t wait until you get this inside me.”

Mindy smiled down at me sweetly. She reached down and gripped her massive strap on and whacked it against my face a few times, before resting it from my chin to my eye. “That’s right baby girl. Daddy is going to make you scream tonight. But first we have to deal with cuck boy over here.”

Glancing over at him with my one eye not covered by the cock, I could see tears start to form in Jeff’s eyes. “What…how…but babe…I love you…”

*New Rule: If someone challenges the decisions of the School Relationship Advisor through a dick measuring contest and loses, they become the cuck **** of the winner*

“Jeff, you know we can’t disobey the rules” I said, my voice only slightly muffled by the strap on.

Mindy reached over and grabbed one of the bags filled with stuff we purchased from the and pulled out the purchases we had made for Jeff. First, she held up a tiny pink cock cage. “umm…Put this on you beta sissy.” She said, tossing the cage to him. Next, she pulled out a lingerie maid costume and passed that to him also. Fighting back tears, Jeff stripped down and put the new uniform on. The cock cage was as restrictive as you’d expect. The maid uniform was fairly typical for a lingerie set except that there were no panties or pants, and the skirt parted in the front to reveal his chastity device.

“Alright, slut. Time to take care of your needs.” Mindy looked down at me shyly. I squealed in response and bounced, my big titties jiggling enticingly.

MINDY’S POV

Today has been a day. Emotionally, I’m exhausted. Between everything that happened in school with Michael putting me in a relationship with my teacher, Tits McGee, to having to tell my parents I’m moving out, and being **** to make Tits McGee’s husband my “cuck ****” per Michaels FBM homework, well…lets just say it has been a lot. Currently I’m sitting at the dinner table trying to work on my Calculus homework, but I’m having some difficulty concentrating. The *Ghhk! Ghhk! Ghhk!* followed by slurping coming from beneath the table is distracting in and off itself, not to mention the very pleasurable sensation I get as Tits McGee is vigorously performing oral to my strap on. The packer is set up so that every time she applies pressure, it stimulates my clit, and she’s been sucking it for the better part of the last hour, keeping me on the edge of orgasm. The jagged lines from my pen across my homework are testament to how good it feels. Deciding to just give up on the homework for now, I place my hand on her head and **** her down harder. “That’s right baby girl. Suck daddy’s big cock. Take it all the way down your throat.”

The other thing that was distracting me was Jeff sobbing by the oven. He definitely wasn’t taking the change in his relationship well, which I feel is very understandable. But doing this was FBM homework, and I needed to keep my grades up to get into college.

Internally, I sigh. I hate this. I hate being an “alpha” as Michael put it. I could picture the look on his face when he said it, the smug grin. “Mindy, here’s some FBM homework for you. From now on, as long as you’re with Tits McGee or her husband, you’re going to act like a bully alpha. I want to see you treating Tits McGee like she’s your personal toy, and really act like you enjoy any misery her husband feels. I’ll expect you to report back to me daily on how things are going.” I’m not some “alpha”. I’m just a shy girl who just wants to graduate from high school and go to college.

Steeling myself, I glanced over at Jeff. “Hey cuck, get over here and watch my slut throat this dick.” Standing, I grabbed two handfuls of Tits McGee’s hair and **** her down on my strapon. Instantly, pleasure shoots through my body as the **** of actions stimulates me. “Fuck yea baby girl. Take all this cock, while your cuck ex watches and cries.” I died a little inside as I said that, but the rules are the rules.

Yanking her hair to pull her off me and onto her feet, I yank her face to mine, kissing her deeply, letting our tongues entwine. We sloppily make out for what feels like several minutes, my hands roaming her body, squeezing her watermelon sized tits roughly, each tweak of her nipple causing her to squeak into my mouth. Finally, I pull away, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths before it breaks and falls to the floor.

I roughly slap her ass. “Bend over the table slut.”

“Yes daddy. Please, I need it so badly…” Tits McGee moaned as she bent over the table, her huge tits squishing out to the sides. I positioned myself behind her and lined up my strap on with her slit, rubbing it against her gently, teasing her. I glanced at Jeff, hesitating briefly. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out…but no. I can’t disobey the rules, and my grades NEED this. I grab his shoulder and **** him down to his knees, so his eyes are level with my strap on and his wife’s cunt.

“umm…” I stutter, girding myself for what I need to do. “Tell cuck boy how much more of a man I am than he ever was. Tell him that an 18 year old high school girl satisfies you in ways he never could.”

Tits McGee tenses up before relaxing a bit. I can tell she’s as uncomfortable with this as I am. “Jeff, you could never satisfy me. Daddy fills me in ways you never could!”

I could see Jeff’s cock straining painfully against the chastity cage I **** him to wear as another pang of conscious hits me, before I **** it back down and thrust roughly into Tits McGee.

“OH FUCK DADDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY…..” she screams, immediately cumming. The pleasure from each thrust also shoots back into me as the strap on grinds against my clit. Pausing my thrusts, I reach down and click on the vibrating function, sending both myself and Tits McGee into throes of passion.