The car ride.

I had never really enjoyed the company of Vanessa’s friends. Even in their half-hearted and frankly flaccid attempts at being cordial with me they wore their disingenuousness on their sleeves. When my sister wasn’t around, they were rude and cruel; at best generally apathetic to my existence. To some degree I understood why, we had virtually nothing in common, save for a shared gender, but I never believed that gave them sufficient reason to treat me like garbage.

As I sat in the back seat of Vanessa’s car between Cynthia and Amber, who were both currently groping and casually sliding their hands up and down my arms, torso, and legs I realized that I was truly going to enjoy getting payback.

“Where are we going again?” Cynthia asked from beside me.

“I already told you, dumbo!” Vanessa shot from the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, well I was busy breaking up with my boyfriend.” Cynthia replied.

“And I was doing my makeup.” Amber added, puckering her lips and smooching my cheek, probably leaving a bright pink lipstick mark.

“What, you can’t hear when you’re doing your makeup?” Vanessa asked.

Amber didn’t reply, but I wouldn’t be surprised to learn she couldn’t. Out of the four of them Amber was far and away the dumbest. She was perhaps the nicest to me out of all of them, but I was fully convinced she was only nice to me because she genuinely didn’t have enough brainpower to comprehend the concept of being mean.

“We’re going to my girlfriend’s place.” I said. “We’re going to have the orgy there.”

“Aren’t we your girlfriends?” Cynthia pouted.

“No.” I replied frankly. “To be honest, none of you are worthy of being my girlfriends. You are the dumbest, bitchiest, densest, and rudest group of sluts I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.” Their reactions to these comments were varied. Amber didn’t seem to comprehend most of the words I said, Cynthia was biting her lower lip almost like I was turning her on, and from the front seat Gwen was looking back at me with a slightly shocked expression. “The only redeeming quality you share between you is that you’re all hot, and that means the only thing you bitches are good for is being my personal fucktoys. You’re possessions for me to **** at my leisure.”

There was brief silence broken by Amber. “So, we are your girlfriends.” And then she smiled.

“No, you bimbo,” Gwen sighed, “we’re her sex slaves.”

“Ohhhh!” Amber grinned as realization seemed to dawn on her. “That’s hot too.”

I rolled my eyes just as Gwen’s phone began to ring from her seat at the front of the car. “Ugh, my ex is calling, one sec guys I gotta deal with this.”

I shrugged and looked at the other two girls on either side of me. “All right, number one, you’re going to call me either Mistress or Miss Fenrose from now on.” I said, reaching up my skirt and sliding down my panties as I spoke. “Secondly, I want you two to strip down to your underwear.” I pointed to either side of me at Cynthia and Amber in turn.

“Yes Mistress.” They both said in unison and began to strip down without complaint, Amber even looked like she was having fun. In the meantime, I unzipped my skirt and slid it down, revealing my half-hard cock.

“I don’t give a shit if you were happy,” Gwen said to her phone, “I’m happier now. Lucy is better than you’ll ever be.” She then turned to look at what was happening in the back seat and smirked when she saw my new lengthy cock. “She’s got a bigger dick than you too.”

I heard something akin to “what the fuck?” muffled on the other line, but I didn’t get much time to enjoy the satisfaction of her ex’s reaction as Cynthia wrapped her slender fingers around my length and began to stroke it casually.

Cynthia was a redhead with blonde highlights and bright green eyes. Of the three, she was the thinnest and tallest. It wasn’t by virtue of working out, since none of them could truly be bothered to do so, but because she frankly didn’t eat as often as she should have. She was one of those girls who was always self-conscious about how she looked, and always tried a little too hard to keep the weight off. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, and like me she apparently didn’t wear a bra since her small, red nipples were completely exposed. All she was wearing now was a pink thong.

“Damn, it really is huge.” Cynthia said, licking her lips as she glided her hand up and down the shaft.

“Can’t wait to taste it.” Amber added, her puffy lips open slightly as she panted.

Unlike Cynthia, Amber was much more voluptuous. Her tits were huge, F-cups I overheard her tell Vanessa once, and she had long, platinum blonde hair and wide hips with a round ass making her comfortably fill out the classic bimbo look perfectly. As it happened, her looks weren’t the only thing that filled it out. She was also an airhead and incredibly stupid. I had to admit, however, that I wasn’t sure whether or not her stupidity was an act. Sometimes she said things that just seemed too dumb for her to conceivably function properly in society. On the other hand, if she was truly faking it, she was a fantastic actress. Currently Amber was wearing a white lacy set of lingerie that even I had to admit was pretty cute.

Amber’s body looked extremely soft, and I was pretty determined to make an example out of someone at the moment.

“Amber, lean back against the door with your legs open.”

“Uh, okay.” She complied airily, doing as I asked with a curious expression on her face.

I swiftly lifted a hand and swatted her left breast. It wobbled and even visibly rippled from the impact of the slap.

“Ow!”

“When I give you an order, you say ‘yes Mistress’ or ‘yes Miss Fenrose’. Is that understood?” I leveled my finger at her as she rubbed the spot on her massive breast that I had smacked.

“Sorry…” she said.

I gave her other breast a swat this time.

“I mean, yes Mistress!” she corrected herself.

“Good girl.” I smiled and then scooted myself over, turning and leaning so that my back was resting on her. Amber was like softness incarnate, and she made an extremely comfortable cushion. Not just because of her huge pillowy breasts, but also because unlike Cynthia, Amber was slightly thicker-set, her natural curves made it still look very sexy, though. “Ahhh, very comfortable. Cynthia, please keep stroking me.”

“Yes Mistress.” She hadn’t actually stopped stroking me, but I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t for the rest of the car ride. Despite how petite and thin her hands were, they were very soft and Cynthia was really good at what she was doing. She probably had a lot of practice.

“Well fuck you, asshole!” Gwen yelled from the passenger seat. “I kinda felt bad for dumping you before, but now I’m glad to do it. Get bent you meathead!” I then heard an exasperated sigh. “Mistress, can I just block his number? He’s not gonna get over it anytime soon.”

“Please do, it sounds like he’s going to be a problem.”

“Not anymore.” Gwen replied, icily. “You having fun back there, girls?”

“Mm, yeah.” Cynthia bit her lip again as her hand slid up and down my stiff shaft and replied as though she only half-heard the question. She was good enough at what she was doing that I wasn’t sure I was going to last much longer.

“I’m a pillow.” Amber said from behind me sounding absolutely delighted with herself. “I’m super jealous though, Mistress’ cock looks amazing. I wanna play with it, too.”

“Once we get to my girlfriend’s place, you’ll get first dibs on sucking it.” I announced, doing my own share of lip-biting from the amazing handjob I was getting.

Both Cynthia and Gwen made sounds of disappointment in unison. I was about to punish them for it, but the idea that they were doing so because they wanted to give me a blowjob so badly was very hot, so I let it slide this time.

“And then Gwen will be next, because I’m going to cum soon and Cynthia will get to drink it. She’s been very obedient and well-behaved.”

“T-thank you, Mistress.” Cynthia replied.

“Aww so I’m last?” Gwen asked from the front seat.

“Actually,” I began, “Vanessa was going to be last, but since you complained, yes, you are last now.”

“Yay!” Vanessa exclaimed from the front seat. “I think we’re almost there now. What’s your girlfriend’s name by the way? I wanna make a good first impression.”

The memory of what happened in the store earlier came rushing back. Seeing Elizabeth’s confident, almost intimidating expression. The way she sucked my cock with total control and without a hint of losing herself. Her massive valley of cleavage. Before answering, I suddenly grabbed Cynthia’s head and shoved it down onto my meat-pole. Her lips immediately wrapped around it and slid all the way down to the base just in time for me to unload my ejaculation right down her tight throat.

“Mm!” She hummed in surprise before beginning to loudly and intensely swallow my spunk. “Gulp, gulp, gulp…”

“El.” I finally replied in a strained voice and through closed eyes thanks to my current state of ejaculation. “Her name is El. But let me ask you something, if you sluts are beneath me, and El is my lover, what does that make you all to her?”

“Our friend?” Vanessa wondered.

“Our girlfriend!” Amber exclaimed.

“Gulp, gulp…” Cynthia was busy.

“No, you dumb whores,” Gwen began icily again, “we’re her slaves too, right Mistress?” She finished sweetly. She did certainly seem to like swapping her tone from cruel to sweet on a dime.

“That’s correct.” I nodded and finally let go of Cynthia as my ejaculation waned.

She slid off my rod making a loud popping noise as the tip left her soft lips. There was still a large amount of cum inside her mouth when she finished, and she opened it wide for me to see before giving one last swallow and showing me again. Cynthia then panted and leaned sideways, resting on car’s back seat. “So…” she said between heavy breaths, “we should call her mistress too. Right?”

“You can call her Miss El, just to keep things clear.”

“Yes, Mistress!” They all replied in unison, and there was a lull in the conversation in the car for a brief moment.

It was Amber who finally broke the silence. “Mistress, am I comfy?”

I wiggled myself in place, pressing my back into her soft breasts even more, and my hands, which were resting on her thighs, groped the tender flesh. “Yes, you make an excellent seat, Amber.”

“It isn’t just my boobs, all of me is soft.” She said. “My legs, my butt, my hands,” she reached around to start lazily stroking my cock with her hands, “even my lips are like dick-pillows. And they’re all yours Mistress! I’m so happy.” She giggled, making her breasts wobble behind me and her grip on my dick get slightly tighter.

“See, sluts? Amber is doing a good job showing you exactly how you should act toward me.”

Cynthia was the first to speak up. “Your cum was so yummy, Mistress.”

“I can’t wait to have some too, I’ll do anything for it.” Gwen said, sounding excited.

“I’ll swallow it all like the perfect big sister!” Vanessa added, turning her head back toward me to show a big, bright smile.

“That’s more like it.” I sighed and relaxed into place, enjoying the feeling of Amber’s body and her fingers crawling up and down my length, not in an effort to make me cum again, seemingly just because it gave her hands something to do.

It wasn’t long before we rolled up to Elizabet’s house. I had never actually been there before, so I was pretty shocked to see how nice it looked. Nikki and I were friends, but more school friends than anything else, not like Amy who was my best friend. The house was huge and modern-looking. The outside was sleek and angled stylishly, the lawn was neatly trimmed, and a garden full of violets and roses wrapped around the eastern side of the building.

“Whoa, is Miss El loaded?” Gwen asked.

“It would seem so.” I replied, sitting up again and sliding my skirt back on. I decided to leave my panties in the car, I wasn’t going to need them anyway.

“Her house is so pretty!” Amber said, excitedly.

“I agree. It will be a good place to have this orgy.” I smiled.