Ro3: A Full House

Sharon had never felt so humiliated in all her life! (Except maybe after that incident in 4th grade... children are brutal) She'd also never been quite this high on a post-orgasm endorphin rush so it kind of evened out, for the time being anyway. She just knew she was going to make that bastard Rick pay! And that she had to get the ring back to do it. Through a combination of overstimulation and willpower she was able to ignore her milf of a mom, prostrating herself on the stairs, and drag a dopily smiling Robin past as well.

She'd be running right now if her legs weren't made of jelly. Robin might not quite be hung like a horse but her cock was still huge. And it had just been fucking her ass for the last... she didn't even know how long. The stairs were a struggle to say the least.

When the two dickgirls arrived at the ground floor they found the room in chaos. Shannon was sprinting haphazardly around the room, searching for any glint of gold, while Rick moved methodically outwards from the stairs and appeared to be having a fairly heated argument with... a dog.

And the dog was arguing back.

"Why the fuck would you lose a goddamn magic wishing ring immediately after you proved it actually works!!?"

"I was surprised! People are not supposed to change like that and females are not supposed to have male bits. I have since adjusted."

"I fuckin bet you have! You're a freaking dog! What the fuck are you even doing?"

"Being polite! You should try it some time!" The dog in question was circling Hewie, in the age old dog greeting of smelling each others asses.

Sharon turned her gaze skyward and leaned on Robin for support. This place was a goddamn madhouse.

Suzanne pouted on the stairs feeling, for the first time in a long time, rather undesired. Why were all these kids so obsessed with that little ring? It was probably valuable but they'd find it eventually. She grudgingly admitted it was probably best to find it before the party though. Rising from the pool of lubricant she'd left on the stairs, she trudged down to see if she could help. And maybe pull Sharon away for an hour... maybe the whole night. She stopped as a gold gleam caught her eye.She chuckled, plucking the ring from the light fixture. She must have really flung it when Shannon surprised her. A low moan caught her attention back the way she came and she turned with a smirk, "I guess that's where that hotshot cheerleader and her little nerd ran off to. Maybe I can slip in for a bit before I track down Sharon."

Zoe was at a loss. On the one hand, she was still totally straight. Absolutely, 100%, no questions asked. On the other, she was getting reeeally close to cumming from Charisma's tongue buried in her snatch. "Just... Oh! Experimenting... all it is..." Charisma nipped her pleasure bud and Zoe squeaked, arching. The willful cheerleader met her gaze from between her legs, epitomizing the 'cat who ate the canary' expression."Remember Zoe, if you cum we'll be even. You'll have to milk me again sometime to get any other favors out of me." Zoe tried to sit up indignantly but her abdominals gave out and she flopped back on the bed instead, "That wasn't-(gasp)- that wasn't the deal! You're cheating!"

Charisma slipped her arms around the redheads slender thighs, pulling her flower further open for her mouth to ravish, "I clearly remember saying that I'd eat you out and give you a makeover. Well, here I am and your makeup looks great. Really captures that 'fucked out' look."

Zoe spasmed again, gritting her teeth against the building pleasure inside her, "You bitch!" Charisma grinned, dragging her teeth along the sensitive skin of Zoe's thigh. She fully intended to own up to her promise, she was just delighting in being so in-control.

Which was totally ruined by a woman's snide voice from behind her, "Well, hello girls. I'm glad you're enjoying the party."

Charisma was on her feet in a second, enormous tits bouncing painfully but her eyes full of rage and fire, "Get the fuck out!" Zoe was surprisingly just as fast but not as graceful. She tumbled over the other side of the bed, peering nervously over the edge.

Suzanne frowned, "First of all, you're in my room. Second, you're both guests I can throw out at any time. With or without your tops." Charisma's vengeful look stalled somewhat when she realized it was Suzanne and she was awkwardly covering herself by the time the naked milf finished speaking.

"Oh. Mrs. McCormick. I didn't realize it was you. Why are you naked?" Her attempt to shift the conversation failed miserably as Suzanne eyed her up and down, fingering the emerald encrusted ring.