Alicia

Cory stopped by a fence. He slung an arm over it as he called out to a girl watering the grass.

"Hey Alicia!"

"Cory, what up." She went over to the pipe to turn off the water. "How you doin'?"

"I'm good."

"So I heard you're owner of the world, now. Must be some pretty crazy shit, huh?"

Cory laughed. He always liked Alicia. She was cool. And pretty, with curly hair that she reigned into cute balls along her ears, against a pretty face, despite her coolness.

Also, she was an ace at beatboxing.

"Yeah, it is. For example, I could tell you to fuck yourself with that hose right now, and you'd do it."

"Oh hell nah."

"Hell yeah," Cory grinned. "Fuck yourself with that hose, Alicia."

"Son of a bitch," Alicia snapped in defeat as she proceeded to tug her sweatpants down, loosening them until they fell to her feet. She brought the hose underneath her pussy, moved her panties to the side, and violently shoved the head of the hose up her vagina. It went in without a single scratch. The outline of the hose can be seen snaking up her chute through her skin as she moved it up and down inside of her.

Cory winked, eyes gleaming. "Told ya so."

"You crazy bastard. Power changes y'all, you know." Alicia laughed with a roll of her eyes as she started moving her hand faster and faster before she came, drenching the grass with her pussy juices. "Hoo, that hurt. Hey, wanna come inside for a bit? We got some brownies and I'm telling you they're fire. My grandma made 'em herself."

The two entered Alicia's house. When they did, Cory snapped his fingers and her panties poofed away. She looked down to her backside, glanced up at Cory, and rolled her eyes.

"Mom! Cory's here."

"Cory?" came a voice from upstairs.

"Yeah."

A moment later, they were chewing on brownies when Alicia's mom came down. She was still a bombshell at 40-something, her hips ready to get swinging and with skin as chocolatey smooth as a Hershey's bar. A sharp nose and delicate face topped her off.

"Cory, come in here!" Gesturing for a hug, she got it. Cory went in, motorboating her breasts. She laughed, encouraging the boy with a helpful shove by her hand, sticking his face into her juggers. "Being Owner of the World, I'm not surprised the first thing you do is make women your fucktoys, young man. I had no idea you were such a pervert, but now it's clear that you are, I'm very glad for you, mister. It was so smart of you to make us all accept this so happily, since you know I would be spanking your backside all the way up to Hillview if this were just a few days ago!"

The three laughed at that, Cory sitting back down at the kitchen table. His hand was rubbing his cock as he checked out Mrs. Carter's body.

"But now," the MILF winked, turning around and bending over, "it is my ass that you're free to spank! Go ahead, baby! Try me!"

Alicia scoffed. "Smack her hard, man. She made me clean up both me and Terry's room yesterday."

"Don't be funny, young lady," warned Alicia's mom, "there was a REASON WHY--OH! Ow! Agh, my LORD!"

Her words were interrupted by Cory's bottom smacking hand, hitting the flesh beneath her dress with unrelenting aplomb as she stood there and took it, clasping her hands around the ledge of the nearest countertop. Alicia took out her phone, and pressed record. You didn't see your friend spanking your mom's ass every day.