Alice and Her Ongoing Phone Battery Troubles

“You... took your sweet time... to get here...” Greeting me at the door, panting with squinting, frustrated eyes, was an Alice found naked and uncaring for her state as the sun lit her skin.

I move closer as I start to ask, “Why didn't you call m-mm?!” Alice throws herself upon me, squeezing my body and sliding a hand into my pants as our lips lock. I grab her hair and tug her head back, causing her body to convulse and jolt so violently in my arms that I worry I somehow managed to hurt her… but her wailing, **** orgasm announces to Ms. Lia’s neighbors that all is well. I quickly pick her up in a hug and usher us deeper into the foyer before closing the door with my foot. My lips find her neck as I continue to pull her hair back and plant two small kisses there before I repeat, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

“I’ve… God, I really can’t come without you anymore, I tried… vibrating, and using Ms. Lia and… and nothing, it just never… hah… hah!” She comes again as I realize I need to relent on holding her hair. I bring her into a simple hug, there at the mouth of the living room, and sneak a glance about. No sign of Ms. Lia, but thanks to the app I know she’s nearby.

“I figured you must’ve been having a good time since you never called or came back,” I chuckle.

“Phones were dead... kept using them as vibrators... this stuck-up bitch doesn't own any fucking… sex toys...”

“You have to stop doing that… or at least write my number down so you can use a landline.” Lecturing Alice while her naked, moist body clutches mine feels oddly satisfying… but I’m not just here for her. “Where’s Ms. Lia?”

A moment later, we are all gathered in the teacher's bedroom: Alice, with a satisfied smile, crawls onto the bed and collapses into the still arm of Ms. Lia who was apparently barely permitted to sleep as she stirs awake with frustrated groans. Her eyes flutter open in shock and, once she sets them on me, mild fear as reality scrubs away whatever she was enjoying before I arrived. Her breasts are now nearly too absurd for her fit body, perhaps in part thanks to how fat with milk they must be; I’d say she needs nothing else in the tits department, but I wouldn't roll them back either. All that really remains to "fix" for Ms. Lia was her loyalty and discipline... and that was getting better every day.

“Please… she made me… no more…” Alice sighs as Sophia’s voice rings. I know it’s just because my teacher’s voice arouses people, but it comes off as her finding pleasure in Ms. Lia’s despair.

It’s weirdly hot. “But it’s my turn, Ms. Lia… and Hatts was pretty clear, wasn’t she?” Ms. Lia doesn’t offer a spoken response, instead whimpering as my voice arouses her in turn. I start to undress as I continue, “But you didn’t give Alice a single orgasm, huh? It seems like I’ll just have to have them all myself… which means you’ve got work to do.”

“Please… no more, I can’t even…”

I rush to her as my boxers come off, my hands pinning her arms to the bed as I dive for a kiss. Her mouth no longer resists or turns from me; she accepts my tongue with a moan and, once I know she’s stuck in place, I let my hands drift past those massive mounds that droop to either side of her, slide down to her hairless crotch, and pull her trigger. The ointment effects will persist for days, so she's still violently sensitive to my touch; she shivers and comes with barely a rough hooking of my middle finger across her clitoris and into her vagina. I keep her head pinned with my kiss as her back arches, and with my free hand I finally give her another relief: a squeeze of her left tit, causing a multi-directional barrage of squirting milk to stream in thick bands from engorged nipples. Again I sully her floor in her fluids, and no sooner than I squeeze do I feel her breast grow a tad firmer as her coming again instantly replaces the wasted milk.

Once I add interest to her debt to me... yeah, Sophia Lia will truly be "finished" then. This erotic teacher was my first work… and now appears to be nearly my finest work, not to mention the engine by which I gamed the gems economy. Should I make more videos with her? I keep thinking about exploring that, but little distractions keep-

Alice, with wide eyes and a greedy mouth, starts sucking on Sophia’s right tit while also sneaking her hand back onto my cock. Without my command or even a nudge, Alice snakes it out of my pants and, with a firm tug, guides me into Sophia who can only whimper and cry out as her magically-chained-together orgasms begin to ravage her mind. As our teacher whines, I realize I need to help Alice if she’s going to get any taste of the instructor’s cream; even now she suckles uselessly at the other tit. I squeeze slightly on the side of Sophia’s milk sack as I begin to rut into her, causing a wave of human milk to fill Alice’s mouth so fast she coughs once before she begins swallowing it all down. With a smile I join her on Sophia’s other tit, one hand on each to keep the flow going and to grip her by her tits as I thrust into her sopping hole. The hymen-regenerating functions of the Vita I leave on her nightstand doesn’t even cross my mind; Sophia is mine and moaning without any such gimmick, and Alice right behind her.

And now they know it. Sophia Lia, Harvard-trained and magic-cursed, just lays there in unending euphoria and chemical overload as the Haines siblings have their breakfast and fill her pussy with hers.

“Please, David,” Sophia begs, now accustomed to the signs of my impending ejaculation, “I can hardly... think, haah! Just not inside again-!” Her words garble into orgasmic moans as I spunk into her twat, refreshing my effects on her...

... and in her eyes, wide and confused, she can tell something is different. “I told you, I'm not stopping until you give me your heart,” I sigh in satisfaction, “and... actually forget it, I won't stop then either.”

“This feeling... my whole body is on fire, what did you doooyyhyyyeh?!” The Ointment of Aphrodite, and all the effects that comes with, now shoots through her whole form thanks to Fast-Absorbing Tissue. I wonder... did I just technically, magically come in her brain just now? At the very least I must have reached her heart.

As her back arches with me thrusting the bases of our groins together, I lean up and whisper into her ear, “That's what it's going to feel like from now on... do you want another?”

Her head shakes violently in response, or maybe in mind-blanking orgasmic bliss... hmm. Hard to tell. I'll take it as a yes as Alice squeezes the base of me in encouragement, or perhaps as a gentle reminder to squeeze more breakfast into her mouth. But her thumb and forefinger squeezing the root of my cock encourages a very different response.

I pull out of Sophia, letting the massive flow of male and female ejaculate flow from her as proof that the "spreading" of Fast-Absorbing Tissue is just magical or metaphorical; clearly the whole ejaculation is still inside her twitching, squirting quim. Satisfied, I plug Alice's waiting birth canal and grip her hair in both hands, pulling on her reins and lifting her by her pussy and scalp with ease as I stand on the bed. The weight of her body pulling back towards the earth sends Alice into a frenzy of cursing and begging, “Fuck, yes, fuck, fuckaaaah, fuck, yes, FUCK-!”

Less articulate than our literature professor, but I guess that's a given. I hold her up at an angle to ensure her feet never touch the bed and to make every thrust just a bit stronger. The effect is her jolting deeper onto my cock in shallow thrusts as I bounce her up with my hips only to pull her back down by her locks of hair. The pain would be agony but for her customization to transform it into bliss, and now with my "perfect" technique... ah, but she's not using words anymore, just coming in perpetuity until I fill her with another generous load. No constructive criticism to be had, here.

Sophia, still coming down from her experience, looks up at me, my sister impaled on my cock and my eyes locking with hers, as she sees what a terror of lust I've become... and whimpers knowing I'm not done with either of them just yet.

Haines Residence, 3:54 P.M.

I deposited Alice into her bed; she had not slept since yesterday morning and my finishing touches on her and Sophia had taken from her the very last of her stamina. Her body was light, warm, and still smelled softly of arousal despite our shower together, but she'd recover; the Gem Health Program promised that much. Sophia, too, was left to her home, though her exhaustion was more from the paces Alice had put her through. All the same, I surrendered my exhausted Girls to their slumbers.

Left to my devices, I knocked out the latest slew of messages on the Vita after confirming I had no new texts.

EATER OF THOUGHTS:
Cause Custom Girls to come strongly enough to lose all rational thought for a collective total of twenty hours: COMPLETE! 50 GEMS AWARDED!
Cause Custom Girls to come strongly enough to lose all rational thought for a collective total of fifty hours: 22/50. 50-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 196/300

The gem avalanche from yesterday had slowed, but not enough that I shouldn't worry about hitting the limit before midnight. Besides, I have one more daily bounty to do... and plenty of candidates to do it with, if I can find them. Investing 50 gems into a Girl who has less than 50 gems now? The list is long enough that I grow more determined as I read it: Ms. Green, Ms. Hatts, Donna Chen, that writer from the diner, the hooker who's also from the diner, and Maria Chan. The diner picks are particularly useful since I can summon them both: Belle, the author, is within the ten miles her hotkey works in; Diwa, the suspected prostitute, has a hotkey that apparently doesn't have a range limit, and the last time I saw her customizations seemed to indicate I'd have to buy most of them just to get to fifty. I have no idea where Ms. Green or Ms. Hatts live, though maybe (a conscious) Ms. Lia could tell me. Donna is off-limits unless I want to also break my word to Wendy; just thinking about her makes Donna not an option, for now.

And then... Maria Chan. Literally a random pick. I've known her for some years--err, maybe more accurate to say I've known of her, we travel in some mutual, nerdy circles... circles I've kind of drifted from. I think somehow Alice is still friends with her? I don't even know what her options must look like by now... but I do know she lives in the neighborhood across the main road. It remains to be seen if she's the sort to stay home and ready for me to drive by.

Alright then... I think those are my options for this particular quest. There's also just getting another new Custom Girl--zero is less than fifty, after all--but I like the idea of improving on the projects I already started, first.

Diwa, a shapely lady of the night who could be turned into a really quick and easy sex toy with little expenditure.

Belle, a redheaded nerd who looked introverted as Hell and somehow gets more magic out of the app through writing than her own body.

Maria, another nerd, quieter but more sociable than she used to be, with a petite body that could mostly no longer grow hair thanks to me.

The hooker, the writer, or the distant classmate.