Getting to know Carly

For a long moment, the trio remained entwined, panting heavily as the aftershocks of their shared climax rippled through them. Carly was the first to break the spell, slowly lifting her hips to allow Matthew's head to emerge from between her plush cheeks. His head dropped to mat, his face coated in drool, tears, and snot from his **** by the girl's brutal bottom, but also a healthy glaze of her own juices. Carly checked him over. He was flushed and sweaty, but his breathing was evening out.

"Holy shit," Carly breathed, a proud smirk the corners of her mouth. "We really did a number on him, didn't we?" She ran a hand through Matthew's disheveled hair almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the brutal domination of moments before.

Anna could only nod, her own body still trembling with the intensity of her release. Her legs were shaking from the exertion of her thighs using Matthew's hard body like a chew toy, on top of having one of the greatest orgasms of her life. As she caught her breath, she looked down at the boy she liked for so long, beaten and helpless. The boy was still breathing, albeit lightly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Anna felt a pang of guilt at how they had used him.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," Carly assured Anna, noticing her concerned expression. "Just needs a minute to recover. I've knocked him out plenty of times. He always comes back for more."

Anna couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the **** boy sprawled out beneath them, his muscular body glistening with his own sweat and the young women's fluids. Despite the intensity of what she had experienced, a part of her felt guilty for participating in such a degrading act.

Humiliating Billy was one thing, but this was the guy she had liked for years. She wasn't sure if she could look Matthew in the eye after this, knowing what she had done to him.

"I... I'm not sure about this, Carly," Anna said hesitantly, biting her lower lip. "What if he gets mad? I mean, he was begging for mercy, and we just used him..."

Carly snorted, a mischievous glint in her eye as she helped Anna crawl off Matthew's prone form. "Trust me, he won't be mad. If anything, he'll be grateful. The begging? All part of the show..."

When the younger girl looked more confused, she gestured to Matthew's rock-hard cock straining against his shorts, proof of his twisted enjoyment. Anna's jaw dropped at the tent his erection had made, nearly drooling at the sight. She was so transfixed that she didn't notice Carly leaning in, whispering low and lustful in the younger girl's ear. "Dommy Mommy is our favorite game~"

Anna shuddered at Carly's sultry words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. The older girl's hot breath tickled her neck, sending goosebumps racing across her skin. She swallowed hard, trying to process everything that had just happened...and everything it might imply.

"You... you really think he likes this?" Anna asked softly, her voice tinged with disbelief and **** excitement. She couldn't deny the thrill that had shot through her during their rough play, the power and pleasure of dominating such a strong man. It was like when she had beaten her brother, but the idea that Matthew might actually crave this treatment made her head spin and pussy drip.

Carly's laugh was low and seductive as she pressed her toned body against Anna's back. "Like it? Oh sweetie, he fucking LOVES it~ Trust me, I've known Mattie for years. Our fights stopped being real a loooong time ago."

She traced a finger along Anna's neck and down between the huge swell of cleavage her tank top showed off. "He gets off on being overpowered by strong, confident women. He told me once that he was a fighter, so surrendering to a beautiful woman should go against everything he stands for, but that's what makes it so hot! It's his ultimate kink. And you, shortstack, are a natural at it."

Carly's other hand drifted drifted to Matt's bulge, teasing the tip through his shorts and taking great pleasure as Anna's breath began to quicken. "The way you squeezed him, were grinding on him... Fuck, you were born to dominate. It's in your blood, just like it is in mine..."

Anna's mind reeled as Carly's words sank in, a new understanding dawning. The guilt she had felt began to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of empowerment and excitement. If Matthew truly enjoyed this, then there was no shame in indulging, right?

A soft moan escaped her lips as Carly teased his bulge, the sight and knowledge of his obvious arousal from what she had helped do to him fanning the flames of her own desire. She found herself leaning into Carly's touch, craving more, but still buzzing with the need to know more. "S...so... are you two are d-dating...?"

Carly smiled and pulled away, a softer expression replacing her earlier dominant smirk. "More like "friends with benefits". We used to date, back before Billy and the other airheads **** me out of the club. I made Matt choose between me and them. He didn't choose me..."

She trailed off, her face turning wistful as she looked down at Matthew's prone form. "I wasn't being fair to him. He was stuck in a no-win situation, and I was too angry to accept it. By the time I pulled my head out of my ass, it wasn't the same. The spark was there, but none of the romance. But we seem to have reached a mutual...understanding..."

Anna glanced between Carly and Matthew, a thousand questions running through her mind. The dynamics of their relationship were complex and intriguing, far different from anything she had expected or experienced before. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be part of something so intense, so consuming.

Carly shook herself off and smirked at Anna. Once again, the older girl seemed to read her mind. "So... wanna take him for a ride?~"

Anna's face burned crimson at the suggestion, her pulse quickening as she imagined riding Matthew while he was still dazed from their earlier encounter. The thought of having such complete control over him, of using his muscular, beaten, cum drenched body for her own pleasure, sent a fresh wave of arousal straight to her core.

"W-w-we can't take advantage of him like that!" Anna squeaked, scandalized at the idea, as well as trying to hide how appealing it actually sounded to her. "H-he's not even conscious! What would your parents think? This is their house, right? What if they walk in?!"

Carly burst out laughing. She stood up and walked over to a shelf, her ample booty bouncing deliciously with each step. She started digging through a box, swaying her mesmerizing cheeks as she did. "Oh, babe, my parents know what Mattie and I do in here. As long as we are safe about it and clean up any mess, they don't care."

When she turned back around, Anna's eyes widened to see the girl holding a condom.

Carly winked suggestively at her blushing guest, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, who says we're taking advantage? Trust me, Matt loves waking up with a hot girl on his dick after a knockout. Just look at how hard he is, even now!"

To emphasize her point, Carly reached out and palmed Matthew's straining erection through his shorts, giving it a firm squeeze. The boy let out a low groan, his hips thrusting upward into her touch.

Anna watched, transfixed, as Carly handled Matthew's manhood with ease and familiarity. The way his body responded to her, especially in his near comatose state, was undeniably hot as hell! She felt her own resolve weakening, the urge to experience something so obviously wrong proving almost irresistible.

Despite her temptation, there was still a barrier from the shy, nerdy girl that had known and yearned after Matt all these years. "I... I can't. Matt doesn't even like me that way..."

Carly saw Anna's hesitation and placed a hand on Anna's shoulder, her touch warm and soothing. "You know, I know for a fact that the only reason Matt has never asked you out is because he heard you were only into girls..." Her eyes glittered with mischief as she spoke, giggling when Anna's jaw dropped incredulously. "Don't act like it's much of a stretch. Your relationship with Kristen? The way I've seen you eye up girls at meetings? Myself included~"

Anna sputtered indignantly, her face turning beet red as Carly called her out. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, searching for a denial, but no words came out. Deep down, she knew Carly was right. Hell, she hadn't been able to remember the kickboxer's name, but she had sure remembered those legs...

Carly just smiled knowingly, rubbing small circles on Anna's shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie. No judgment here. Based on the way you keep eyeing up Mattie's meat, I'd say you are more like me and swing both ways?"

Anna bit her lip, afraid to trust the words she had never said aloud, even though she knew the answer. Instead, she just nodded sheepishly.

Carly's smile softened into something warmer, almost affectionate. She cupped Anna's cheek, tilting the shy girl's face up to meet her gaze. "Hey, it's alright. You don't have to hide who you are. Not from me. Not from Matt."

Her thumb brushed over Anna's bottom lip, the touch feather-light and electric. "We're more alike than you realize, babe. Strong women who know what we want and aren't afraid to take it. And right now, I think we both want the same thing..."

Carly moved down to Matt and yanked his shorts to his ankles in one quick motion. Anna gaped as his thick member sprang free, swaying to and fro like a hypnotic gem before standing straight and tall. Carly smirked and wiped the drool from Anna's lip.

The older girl leaned in close, her lips barely a hairsbreadth from Anna's ear. "Let me show you how good it can feel to embrace every part of yourself..."