One for the Road

“You can be a real cunt sometimes, you know that?” Tess harrumphs, pouting sexily toward her BFF now bitchy seat-snatcher as she sits spread legged in defeat on the sidewalk pavement.

“Oh my, such language!” Brandy sarcastically mocks, pressing fanned fingers to her lips in a faux-shocked expression. You swear you hear a suppressed moan seep through her giggle gloating while she continues to stroke her surprisingly firm derrière along your rapidly inflating member.

Only after several moments of Brandy energetically bouncing on your crotch to savor her victory, arms folded and head raised in triumph, did the two classmates pick up where they left off before becoming your latest puppets for amusement.

Your mind wanders as the two young women begin rambling on about a party this weekend, or something or another, while you enjoy the pleasant sensation of Brandy’s choreographed rumpus romping.

“I wonder how long it’s been since I gained this power” you wonder aloud. You idly nod towards the still pouting Tess, prompting a squeal of delight from the dark haired beauty.

Your clothing suddenly fades, then vanishes, leaving your rigid member in direct contact with Brandy’s bouncing capri-clad arse. You wince slightly from the rough texture now stroking your exposed cock before her clothing follows suit, evaporating with an audible ‘poof’. Your now unobstructed member slides easily between the crevice separating each pillowy cheek into her waiting sphincter.

“Eeep!” Brandy looses a wide eyed squeak of approval. Her rapid shallow breathing begins to steady as your brunette tressed cock jockey adjust her jouncing to best stimulate your pleasure.

You’ve seen unimaginable things; lived the lives of kings as well as peasants, all in attempt to fulfill your whims. You’ve witnessed both the creation, and destruction of this planet we call Earth, watching as it was consumed by a dying sun. Hell, you’ve created the spark of life from nothingness, merely out of random curiosity.

You chuckle to yourself, not sure if in response to your ‘chicken-egg’ contemplation, or the now naked Tess’ fumbling attempts to remove Brandy’s tight sweater while vigorously lapping her tongue along the bouncing girls lips. Their arms a tangled knot of flesh and fabric, Brandy continues her gyrations on your lap, making it difficult for Tess’s eager lips to reach their intended prize.

“If I witnessed something that hasn’t happed yet, was it in the past?” You ask, raising your arms to stretch along the bench back and lolling your head with pleasure.

“I Loooooooooooove PUSSY!” Tess suddenly cries, the abrupt announcement scattering a gaggle of sparrows nesting in the tree branches above. Her relentless tongue bath continues its descent from Brandy’s arched neck to the jiggling of perky teen titflesh bouncing in rhythm with each of your pelvic thrusts.

“Vagina, Puss-Puss, Clit and Cunny!” The suddenly cunt starved teen queen sings aloud between your legs, her slow tongue drags leaving a shining trail of saliva down Brandy’s exposed abdomen. “I think they’re just so goddamn......” She suddenly pauses, pursed lips hovering only inches from Brandy’s quivering pussy. You feel Tess’s warm breath tickle the exposed skin of your half impaled member between Brandy’s enthusiastic bouncing. “Yuuuuu-meeee!” Tess proclaims, eyes twinkling with purpose before assaulting her best friends treasure box.

Your mind continues to wander as your body slowly succumbs to the depraved duos erotic ministrations. You idly wonder why, with the limitless power you possess, you so often find yourself returning to this particular place. Perhaps it’s got something to do with this moment in space and time as being a convergence point, for some reason drawing you to the advent of when you first obtained this power.

“Why Brandy, and Tessa, how are you young ladies doing this morning?” A pleasant voice pulls you from your thoughts.

The two slits of your lazy sex strained eyes open to reveal a petite blond jogger running in place several paces before your improvised threesome. Her soft skin reflects the morning sunlight through a thin sheen of perspiration from the aerobic excursion, which must be quite regular judging from the fit frame tightly packaged into the form fitting ensemble of gray yoga pants and matching sports bra trimmed in neon pink accent. She beams a friendly smile towards the two fornicating teens before checking her pulse against the fashionable smart watch on left wrist.

“I’m glad I ran into you Tessa, please remind your mother that she needs to submit her dish to the PTA board for approval before the bake sale next week.” The well maintained MILF continues, briefly pausing her jog to tighten the laces on matching gray and pink trainers. “If we end up with three tables full of Rice Crispy treats, like last year......” having tightened the ankle straps on the four inch cherry red stilettos caressing her feet, the blonde’s manicured nails lovingly press against the sleek white nylon encasing her calves. “........You ladies will be wearing last years cheer uniforms due to lack of funding.” the blonde jogger admonishes. The steady click click click of her towering heels resonate from the concrete sidewalk as she resumes her in-place jogging. Her nimble fingers rise further to mid thigh, pausing to snap the white lace garter straps connecting shimmering ivory knee-highs to the matching belt slightly visible beneath the minuscule gray and pink tartan schoolgirl skirt tightly clinging to wide hips beneath pearl studded navel.

The air around you suddenly pulses outward like a pebble dropped in water; the now familiar sign that a large scale alteration to the fabric of reality has been bent to your preference. The world now knows that all women, when reaching the age of sixteen, are required to ALWAYS wear heels of at least two inches or greater; with the heel height a direct reflection of their social stature.

“Oh, and that reminds me!” MILFy’s eyes shine with focus as her fingers skillfully adjust her kilt to best display the white lace thong peeking daringly above the waistband. Her deep red lacquered nails matching her towering footwear work to adjust the large knot below the swell of heavy breasts. You notice the short sleeved crisp white blouse adorning her trim torso appears to be failing in its task of containing her D-cup assets.

“Would you ladies mind if I took a picture of your anal cock riding cunt munching antics, so I can use it as masterbation material later?” She chirps while hefting each tit to fit them snugly in their sheer white hammock of her transparent blouse. She straightens the diagonal striped pink and gray parody tie nestled between her cleavage and runs her fingers through each waist length pigtail before retrieving her smart phone from the sequined pink purse at her shoulder.

“AbsoluleMsJamseson.....” Tess mumbles in response through Brandy’s slick labia, her face thoroughly painted by her brunette friends arousal.

“Oh....OH....OHVCOURSE!” Brandy howls through clenched teeth, body dripping with sweat and desire.

“Thank you, dears!” Ms. Jameson smiles gleefully, her large erect nipples, quite evident of her stimulation, poking proudly beneath the sheer material of her blouse as she preps the camera on her phone.

“All right,” The blonde jogger announces with a fist pump while clenching her thighs in an attempt to suppress the growing dampness in her own crotch. “I suck COCK for beer money, ON THE COUNT OF THREE!” She enthuses, after removing the large cherry red lolly from between puckered lips.

“ONE!”

Your cock pulses as Brandy accelerates her pace. The skin on skin slaps echoing as she gyrates with abandonment on your steeled cock.

“TWO!”

You hear a guttural moan leak from Tess’ muff-stuffed lips accompanied by high pitched squealing from Brandy.

“I suck COCK for BEER MONEY!” The blonde MILF announces. A sharp click accompanied by a quick bright flash precedes simultaneous shrieks as all three women climax in a synchronized crescendo.

Brandy takes one last gulp of breath before her body stiffens on your rod. Eyes rolling back to white, she collapses forward against your chest; her soft rapid breaths and blissful smile a clear indication of over stimulation causing her to pass out.

Smiling slightly, you crane your neck to see Tess at your feet, curled peacefully in the fetal position and softly slumbering with the thumb of her right hand planted between sated lips. Judging from the copious amount of sticky fluid steadily dripping from her peaceful face and cum matted hair, Brandy must be quite a squirter.

“Well, that was just LOVELY,” Ms. Jameson gushes “this will keep me JILLING for WEEKS!” She again resumes jogging in place, her impossibly tall heels steadily tapping the sidewalk. “I’ve got to refresh my **** supply” she returns to ‘jogging’, taking mincing steps severely restricted by fuck me heels and the belt of a skirt making a poor attempt at concealing her modesty.

“And those COCKS won’t suck themselves!”

“Toodles!” The blonde MILF gives a final red lacquered finger wave before popping the large lolly back between succulent lips and strutting off in some porn film variation of a jog.

Leaving you to your thoughts on what to do next.