Leave her behind

"I'm with you, bud. April deserves our full attention," you say as you wash up your dishes. "Sorry, Anne, but the new toy gets priority."

"Mmno probem," she mumbles from beneath the table, somehow managing somewhat comprehensible speech even with a cock stuffed down her throat. "I gotta wor' anway, I gotta teft—mmmf!" Her muffled speech cuts off abruptly as Mike begins to cum, holding her head tightly between his legs. After just a few seconds, he pulls out his chair, letting his wet cock fall from her lips.

"Thanks, Anne. You can study here or whatever, just lock up if you leave before we get back, okay?" Moving out from under the table, she nods at him, still visibly gulping down his load. "Hey, John, it's pretty warm out today. You wanna just au naturale?"

His request startles you, but on reflection it makes a lot of sense; if women can walk around in completely indecent outfits, why shouldn't men be able to as well? "Sure thing," you reply. "I didn't bring a change of clothes... And besides, I'm sure we'll be whipping it out again the moment we see your mom."

"Damn straight," he says with a laugh. "Come on, we'll take Mom's car." With a final wave to Anne, you follow him out of the kitchen.

As you make your way towards the driveway by the side of the house, a peaceful morning in the suburbia of this altered reality greets you. At the home directly across from Michael's, an aged brunette woman with sizable breasts attentively tends to her garden in nothing but a white tank top—her bare behind is being speared by a younger man who more than likely holds absolutely no relation to her whatsoever. From the front door of the same home exits a busty girl who appears to be her in early twenties. She's equipped with nothing but black thigh high stockings and red heels along with oversized sunglasses and a ridiculous looking purse around her shoulder. Aside from this, her cum-covered body is exposed for all to see. With a semen-stained chest as robust as hers, her status as a cumdumpster is already verified, completely justifying her outfit...if you could call stockings and heels an outfit.

"I'm heading out, Mom," the young lady calls out to the woman gardening. "I should be back in time for dinner."

"Have a good day, honey!" the woman says aloud with a smile as she's pounded from behind. Unfortunately, her daughter doesn't make it much farther than a few steps before a man from the neighboring house barrels through his front door in a hurry, cock already in hand. Upon seeing this, the sunglasses-clad girl instantly falls to her knees and opens her mouth, remaining like that as the man approaches her—this must be a common occurrence for her.

With a visible rush of pleasure, he spurts out a large load all over her face, some of the lesser shots falling into her mouth which she swallows. Her face and sunglasses now stained with a fresh load, she gets up and smiles towards the gentleman who used her. "Right on time as always, Mr. Henderson."

"Of course," he says with his own smile, cupping the girl's breasts and giving them a light squeeze. "I could never let you leave home without my cum on your face, Alexandria."

"I think it goes well with my complexion, so thank you as always," the curvaceous Alexandria responds with appreciation. "I should be home by 5:00 P.M. to give you the usual footjob while I handle some paperwork. Will you be fucking my ass again afterwards, or...?"

"Ah, we'll see," Mr. Henderson answers with a smile. "Whatever I'm in the mood for. Though your ass is very tempting with how tight it is and everything, haha."

"With how much you cum after pounding it, I'm sure," Alexandria agrees with a relaxed laugh. "I'll see you then, Mr. Henderson."

"Take care, dear," the man politely expresses as she walks off, not even wiping the cum off her sunglasses. You're wondering how she can even see properly, but judging by how she quickly sidesteps for an incoming nude woman on a bike, you figure it to be an acquired skill like many other unconventional things in this reality.

"Alexandria's a great fuck," you hear Michael speak up as you both near April's car. "I don't really use her often, but when I do...it's something else, man."

Your mind ponders her briefly as you and Michael get in the car and start it up, buckling your seatbelts. Alexandria...a fine-looking slut who seems to be a very busy woman. She might be worth looking into at some point....

As your imagination continues to wander, Michael sets off for the clinic.