Why not both?

"Cock! Cock, cock!" Skye once again calls out.

"Seems like your new toy is starting to get restless. You should probably go ahead and get your dick back out," Amy says with a hardy chuckle.

Well, it looks like Amy decided to make that choice for me. She certainly is blunt when it comes to this kind of stuff, isn't she? Though, I can't say I'm not curious to know what it feels like to be sucked off by a woman who can only think about sex. If Amy isn't bothered by it, I guess there's no reason to say no at this point. I unzip my pants and pull them down to reveal my cock, still painfully erect. Upon seeing it, Skye starts to go even crazier, desperately trying to get away from Amy so she can get to it.

"Ready?" Amy prompts me.

"Go for it," I tell her.

With that, Amy lets go of Skye, causing the girl to dart over to me as fast as she can. She instantly latches onto my dick and starts milking it like crazy. To say the feeling is intense is an understatement. I assume her obsession with sex translated into a cum addiction as well, since that's the only explanation I can come up with for why she's sucking on my rod like a vacuum. As she blows me, she also jams a hand up her pussy and begins rapidly fingering herself. The whole time this is going on, Amy watches the two of us in amusement. She's obviously getting a kick out of seeing just how far Skye has fallen.

It takes no time for me to approach the edge. And I really mean no time. I'm talking less than a minute. But with how worked up Skye **** me to get earlier, I'm honestly surprised I lasted even that long. I grab Skye's head and thrust my cock deep down her throat. As I do, I shoot out a thick load directly into her. Skye doesn't even flinch as I do, instead just swallowing down my cum the second it exits my body. If she had a gag reflex, it's clearly gone now. A moment later, I pull out of Skye's mouth. However, I didn't realize just how big of a load I had build up, as I'm hit by a second wave as soon as I'm done with the first. This causes me to completely cover Skye's face in my hot white seed as she just kneels there with her mouth open and tongue hanging out. As soon as I actually finish, she begins frantically scooping up all the semen she can get and shoveling it into her mouth.

"Damn. She's really going for it," Amy says.

"I know," I respond as I finally start to feel the tension in my crotch subside.

"And you weren't kidding about being backed up. You definitely gave her a lot to work with..."

We watch in amazement as Skye eats every bit of cum I shot out. By the time she's done, there's not a drop on her. She even got down and licked up any that landed on the floor. Once she's finished, she looks up at me.

"C-cock?" She says in an inquisitive tone.

"She wants more?! My god!" I exclaim.

"It really is all she can think about. Huh. Kinda makes me want to try her out for myself," Amy muses. "If you don't mind, of course."

"Knock yourself out," I tell her. Although now that I think about it, that might realistically happen if you tried to fully sate this new sex-obsessed Skye.

It isn't long before Amy has her shorts off and is forcefully shoving Skye's face into her pussy. Just like when she was with me, Skye seems to have no issue being handled roughly if it means she gets to taste between someone's legs. She eagerly laps at Amy's fold without hesitation.

Since Amy didn't just spend the past... thirty minutes? An hour? …Two hours? I just realized I still have no idea how long I've been down here. Anyway, since Amy didn't just spend an incredibly long time on the verge of cumming, she actually manages to last for a while as Skye eats her out. Because of that, I end up standing there in silence and watching. Don't get me wrong, it is a hot image, but still somewhat awkward. Especially since I haven't really gotten a chance to talk with Amy one-on-one since... you know... all of this happened.

"You alright? You haven't said anything in a bit," Amy notes as she looks up at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... I wanted to say thanks for saving everyone," I finally tell her.

"Pfft. Don't mention it. I did tell you that I'd beat up anyone who tried to mess with you, didn't I?" Amy replies jokingly.

"I'm being serious. There's no way we would have stood a chance without you. I mean it. Thank you."

"Oh... um... I..." Amy stutters as she looks away. I notice her cheeks start to become a little pink.

"Are you... blushing?" I ask with a slight smirk.

"What?! N-no! It's just... uh... that I'm getting close to cumming!" Amy insists.

I watch as she grabs the back of Skye's head and guides it up and down on her slit. She tries as quickly as possible to build up to an orgasm before making show of squirting all over Skye's face. Skye immediately gets to work cleaning up the mess with her tongue again. About halfway through, she finally reaches a climax of her own as her finger continue to plunge in and out of her cunt. At that point, she collapses as she takes a moment to catch her breath.

"C... cunt... cock..." she mumble from her position on the ground.

Now that our attention is no longer on Skye, Amy and I fully focus on one another. She seems... very flustered right now. Like, more than she's been in quite some time. She kind of reminds me of the old Amy. Maybe not quite as bad, but definitely closer to the shy, anxious girl I used to know. It's honestly a little strange seeing her like this again. I've gotten so used to her new confidence. I wonder what's up with her right now.

"Are you okay?" I ask with genuine concern.

"Y-yeah, I'm... uh... goddammit..." Amy says quietly.

Something's going on, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

"What happened to the headstrong woman who walked in here and stood up to Skye earlier? You know, the one who was all like 'Get your fuckin' hands off my man, you bitch!'" I attempt to imitate Amy's voice. I look over at her to see her face is even more red now. "Hey... don't be like that. You've been doing such a good job standing up for yourself these past few weeks. If there's something bothering you, you can tell me."

"I'm sorry. It's just... well..." Amy take a deep breath and does her best to compose herself. She then looks me directly in the eye. "I'm in love with you."

"What?" I can't say that's what I was expecting.

"I... I can't believe I actually said it..." Amy whispers as I can see her shake slightly. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I've always been too scared to actually go through with it. I thought once I started going to the gym and becoming more self-confident, I would finally be able to work up the nerve to tell you how I feel, but every time we saw each other, I just... couldn't get the words to come out..."

"Hold on. You felt this way before you started working out? How long ago are we talking?"

It takes Amy a moment to respond, as if she's embarrassed by her answer.

"...since our freshman year of high school..."

Wait, what?! Is she serious?! We barely even knew each other in high school! Or at least I barely knew her. That entire time, she had a crush on me? I can't believe it. I always thought she was just that awkward, quiet girl who sat in the back of some of my classes. I mean, she was that, but to think that she liked me all the way back then...

"Listen," Amy continues, "I know you and Violet are dating now, and I don't want to come in between you two. You seem really happy together. But... I had to tell you the truth."

Wow. I don't know what to say. I was not expecting to have someone confess their love to me right now. And for it to be Amy of all people... It almost feels unreal. I also now realize that she doesn't understand much of what's been going on in my life right now. Well, this seems like about the best opportunity I'm going to get to tell her.

"About me and Violet... There's something I should probably tell you. We don't exactly have the most... normal relationship..."

"What do you mean?" Amy asks.

I explain to Amy all about the harem. She listens careful and mostly stays silent the entire time. I also give her a bit more context about everything that happened with Skye, since I feel like she deserves to know something. I don't go into too much detail about the remote (and she doesn't seem all that interested in it anyway), but I at least give her enough information to help her understand what exactly was going on when she got here. At the end of my speech, I pause to give her a chance to speak.

"Huh. Guess that does make sense. Explains why you always seem to be hanging around so many women. And to be fair, Violet did approve of you throat fucking that bitch. Which I now realize I had no issue watching..." Amy talks through her thought process.

"If this makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to be a part of it. But I'd be happy if you did join us. I'm honestly flattered you feel the way you do about, but I can't be with just you. I've already committed myself to all of these other people. I hope you can understand that," I say.

"Yeah, I get that. You know, if you had told me about this a month ago, there's no way I'd be able to handle it. But now, none of it really bothers me. If anything, it actually sounds kinda fun. And like I said, I did just watch you get blown by another woman, who I then had eat my pussy, so there's that."

"So that's a yes?" I ask.

"Why not? I don't mind sharing if it means I get to be with you... which I still can't believe I'm saying..."

"That's great to hear! Welcome to the harem, Amy!"

I pull her in for a hug. At first, she seems unsure of what to do, but eventually, she manages to wrap her arms around me and return the gesture. When we break, I notice she seems conflicted again.

"Oh, and Matt? Can I admit something else to you?" She eventually asks.

"Of course. What is it?" I ask.

"About the whole 'Amy' thing. I... I fuckin' hate that nickname," she says.

"What?! But isn't that what everyone used to call you back in school?"

"Yeah, I couldn't stand it back then either. No one ever asked if I liked that nickname, they just started calling me it. But the thought of asking people to stop gave me so much anxiety back then that I never wanted to correct anyone," she explains.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I had no idea."

"I thought that maybe I would like it if only you called me 'Amy.' Like a cute pet name or something. But I was wrong. I still hate it. Makes me feel sick. It's like every time I hear it, I'm reminded of that weak little girl I used to be. I don't want to be her anymore. My name is Amelia, and that's what I want people to call me."

I had no idea she felt that strongly about this. If I had, I never would have called her by her nickname for all these years. Now that I think about it, it does seem like she's been introducing herself to people as "Amelia" for a little while now. Both Violet and Helen always call her that when they talk about her. Now I feel a bit bad. I assure her that I'll do my best to use her real name in the future.

As Amelia and I are wrapping up our conversation, Helen comes back downstairs.

"Alright. Violet and Bianca just headed out. Michelle rounded up the rest of your family and they're going to get your mother's car and bring it around to the entrance of the building. It should be ready for you by the time you're out there," she tell me.

"Thanks, Helen," I respond.

"So... what are we going to do about her?" Amy- I mean Amelia (that's going to be a hard habit to break) asks as she points to Skye, who seems to once again be ready for some action.

"I'll take her with me for now," Helen volunteers. "I have one just like her at home. Although this one's a bit more..."

"Broken?" Amelia fills in Helen's thought.

"Yes, I suppose that is the most apt way to put it. But I'm sure the two of them can keep each other company for the time being."

The thought of Mindbroken Skye and the machoistic slut together is both intriguing and somewhat terrifying. Still, I'm grateful at Helen's willingness to hold onto another one of our toys until we have a better place for both of them.

"I owe you one, Helen," I respond. I then remember something else. "And Angela?"

"Oh, don't worry. I already have an idea about what to do with her. Also, I can assure you that you don't owe me anything. I'm just doing my job," Helen insists.

"And what about Ms. Military over there?" Amelia adds.

Oh yeah. I actually forgot Maria was even here. She's still completely knocked out. I feel a bit bad about forgetting her, but in my defense, a lot has been going on. I can only keep track of so many women at a time. I walk over to her and make sure she's okay. She's got a couple minor bruises, but nothing too serious, which I'm thankful for. I have to say though, I am really impressed by just how tough Maria is.

"If you'll help me carry her to my car, I can drive her home," Helen tells Amelia.

"You got it," the young blonde responds.

And just like that, everyone clears out of the basement. With Amelia and Helen carrying Maria, I end up being the one who has to find some way to corral Skye up the stairs. That proves to be an incredibly difficult task, as every time I get close, she jumps to try and get my dick again. Somehow, miraculously, I end up getting her out of the building with my dick in one piece. And thankfully, no one is around when I actually make it out of the basement, which saves me from having to explain anything.

Once I get out the door, I find that both Helen and Liz's cars are both waiting outside. After Helen has Maria in the car, we get Skye in as well before letting Helen take off. Not long after, Amelia says that she's going to head home too, leaving just me and my family. Looking into the car, everyone is already ready to go. Michelle is in the driver's seat, with Julia, Liz, and Rose all in the back. As they all look at me with smiles through the windows, I can't help but tear up a little. God, it's good to see all of them again...