Well, with Janet's one-track mind...

After the two women finally allowed Angie to recover from his pleasure high, the femboy was still feeling woozy and more than a little out of it. He was vaguely aware of stares and whispers, of pointing fingers, of Janet and Dinah talking and finally pulling Angie to his feet, manoeuvering him up to the boardwalk and into a car, sitting him down on a towel. Which was strange - Janet and her cockslut had arrived by foot, right? And as the car began to move, Angie stared out of the window with a dopey smile that slowly turned into a confused frown as the car drove along the boardwalk and finally onto the softly winding coastal road leading north out of town.

"Whuh...? We're... that's not the way home. Right?" Turning to his cousin, Angie saw her smirking at him, idly rubbing her enormous bulge. Dinah, sitting next to Janet, looked just as predatory - but where Janet looked like the equivalent of a bear charging at her prey, Dinah was the tigress prowling the underbrush. "Where are we going...?"

"Well, little Angie..." Janet began, grin growing wider as she put her arm around the femboy, pulling him against her and fondling one of his massive gazongas, "Dinah and I decided we didn't waste any more time. She's taking us to her house, and then we'll get to work."

That made Angie swallow. Hard. He had already changed so much as to be virtually unrecognizable, and not just in body. It was undeniable that Angie's mind had taken hits from him taking Janet's dicks, making him addicted to his cousin's very special kind of attention. And now she and Dinah were about to do even more?! The fact that the thought also made his swollen teats pucker and engorge and his tiny little boyclit swell was not even surprising at this point.

"I'm already having my people call around, see if they can get a hold of someone with the... specific idiosyncrasies, we're looking for," Dinah purred, putting her hand on Janet's to give the futa's cocks a squeeze through her pants. Angie stared as the two women shared a hungry, sloppy kiss - clearly, he'd missed some development here. "And if while they do that, I'm positive we will be able to find something to pass the time... Mmmh~... Simmons, I will close the passengers compartment off. Should we arrive before I open it again, no one is to open the rear doors. I do not want to be disturbed."

"Very well, ma'am!" Angie was still so out of it that the presence of an entire fourth person had not even reached his conscious mind.

As had the fact that the car they were in was a very much up-scale limo, with cream-colored leather interior and every bell and whistle the femboy could imagine, and then some. Like, for example, a tinted window between driver and rear seats that now rose as the side windows darkened automatically. It seemed that the car had been constructed with the exact development in mind that was right now taking place and involved a lot of heavy breathing and the sound of a zipper opening.

"Mmh, you really do have two..." Her slender hand dipping into Janet's shorts, Dinah began rubbing the dickgirl's cocks directly, cooing as she felt them throb under her fingers. "It feels... new and... exciting."

"Sure hope so," growled Janet softly as she planted soft kisses down Dinah's jaw and neck, sucking on the smooth skin while Dinah pulled out the cock she was slowly pumping. "Wouldn't want you to get bored of me so soon."

Angie looked on and fought conflicting emotions - lust, of course, as two very good-looking and well-endowed women were engaging in heavy foreplay right before him. Jealousy that it wasn't him playing with Janet's cocks. Embarassment at both of this and the fact that he was getting deliriously horny, body pulsing with need; a need he finally couldn't deny any longer when Janet made her way down towards Dinah's cleavage, who threw her head back in bliss and moaned throatily.

"S-sorry, I can't... I need..." One hand in his poor excuse for bikini bottoms, Angie leaned forwards and pushed against his cousin's back, tits mashed against the thin fabric of Janet's shirt as his other hand dove between the futa's thighs, finding the fat, engorged cock Dinah wasn't stroking, and began to service that poor, neglected pole as she pulled it free as well. "Suh-sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, cockslut," purred Janet as she freed one of Dinah's tits from her top and gave the erect tip a languid lick, staring up at the older woman, relishing her unabashedly lustful reaction. "I got enough for both of you, eh?"

At first, Dinah's and Angie's knuckles knocked into each other, sometimes rasping over each other slightly painfully, but soon they found a rhythm that avoided these issues and had Janet's cocks twitch and strain, precum bubbling from both her swollen glanses. The extra lubrication both aided in the stroking and made the process a lot louder, lewd squelching filling the passenger compartment together with breathless moans and gasps.

"Mmmh... Not only are you doubly endowed, but you are also bigger than anyone I have ever been with... well, before at least," Dinah murmured as she swung her leg over Janet's, straddling the futa's lap with Dinah's free hand at the back of Janet's head. Her left was still pumping the swollen pole between them, both of Janet's heads pushing into the soft flesh of Angie's tits that filled much of the room between the two women. "My, the things I want to do to you... both of you... Oh, I might get addicted..."

Leaning forwards, Dinah kissed first Janet, long and deep, and then Angie, far more possessively, and the femboy melted under her attention without even thinking of putting up any resistance. His boyclit was leaking ever more heavily, and his by now bare breasts after the little slingshots that served as his bikini had slipped off tingled whenever they brushed over another hot body.

"Seeing sweet little Angie here... knowing he was an unremarkable boy only yesterday..."

"Well. My cum made Angie into this curvy little slut here." It was obvious the thought excited Dinah enormously, her face growing flush as she touched her cheek with one hand, jaw slack with arousal as she ground her pussy against Janet's lap. Angie, meanwhile, could only mewl and nuzzle against his cousin's side as he kept stroking the one shaft he had claimed for himself. "I'd be open to testing what it does with you."

"Oh, sweetheart. This was always about that. This was always about you fucking me, pounding me, until you fill me to the brim and more!" Dinah was talking herself into a frenzy, eyes wide as her blush deepened and her hand pumped faster and faster. "I want you to use me like your little maid slut, leave me dripping and sore and craving more, changing and swelling into a sexualised caricature of myself! I. Want. You. Now!"

As Dinah raised her hips until her reddened slit and her twitching asshole hovered just a fraction of an inch higher than Janet's twin cocks, Angie felt his face burning. What Dinah had just described... it was exactly what had happened to him, what was happening to him, how he felt every time Janet left him leaking thick cum, twitching in the aftermath of a savage fucking. And every time, part of him was mortified that he liked it. Now, hearing Dinah ramble on about wanting the same for herself...

"Do me a favor, little Angie, aim this magnificent rod you're stroking at my ass, will you?" Even panting with unrestrained lust, Dinah managed to keep her diction prim and proper, if a bit impatient. "I want Janet to fill me."

"Really? No preparation, nothing?" Janet raised an eyebrow at Dinah hovering above her as Angie fumbled to aim her cousin's pulsing shaft while the older woman used her free hand to spread her pussy juices between her legs. "If we're talking double penetration, shouldn't we--ngh!"

"My dear Janet, don't take me for an inexperienced debutante." Angling her hips, Dinah had taken the tip of her lover's upper dick inside her entrance, letting go of the pre-soaked rod to help the ineffectually prodding femboy next to her and finally have Janet's swolled glans prod her anus. "I was already taking multiple men up the ass when little Angie here was still fumbling around trying to find out how to jerk off!"

"Hnnhfuck, Dinah! Humiliating Angie and taking me like a champ?" As Janet talked, Dinah was lowering herself smoothly down on Janet's twin cocks, shuddering and sighing as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her full, perky breasts from her bra. "Careful, or I'm gonna fall in love with you!"

"That would be... most welcome, my dear." Breasts bared to the air and heaving with her deep breaths, Dinah put both hands on her lovers shoulders and gazed deep into Janet's eyes. "Because you're quickly becoming my favorite. Oh, and little Jamie? Do enjoy yourself, but you are no longer needed for now."

Angie swallowed and withdrew, bringing one hand to his enormous, soft breasts and one between his thick thighs to press into his boyclit - this was the first time Janet wasn't fucking him, and there was certainly jealousy rising within him. She was his mistress, he was her cockslut, and now... and now... now she was fucking someone else right in front of him, without even asking. But... then again, Angie was her fucktoy, not the other way around. He had to be ready whenever Janet wanted to fuck, but if she wanted to fuck someone else, he had no right to say anything. And besides, seeing how Janet's cocks were slowly reducing the prim and proper Dinah to a quivering, gasping mess was arousing in and of itself.

"Nnnh~..." Biting her lower lip as her hips touched Janet's, Dinah could barely suppress a heartfelt moan. "God, this feels... novel. Synchronous throbbing, and so big! Certainly one of the biggest I ever had. Now, let's see if I can make you explode before we arrive!"

As Dinah began to move up and down slowly, Janet wasn't just leaning back and taking it, of course. Grabbing both of Dinah's perfect pair, she leaned forwards to lavish her attention on them, kissing, licking, sucking... everything but her lover's puckered little nipples. Obviously, the building anticipation made the sensation running through Dinah's body all the more delicious, her self-control eroding slowly - even the helplessly moaning femboy fingering his throbbing boyclit next to them could tell from Dinah's deepening breathing, her shaking thighs, her low whimpering. And as if to show her up, Angie lifted one of his oversized breasts and slurped the giant nipple between his lips to let his tongue play over it.

"Please, Janet." Shivering lustfully, Dinah rolled her hips against her partner's twin rods as she arched her back to push both her breasts into Janet's hands. "Don't... tease me like thisss~."

"Oh, but it's so much fun to see you wriggle." Pushing Dinah's tits into each other, Janet kissed her on the breasts again, right to the left and right of her areolas. "I want to make you twitch and shiver and beg. Simple as that."

"I wont't do you that little favor, my dear," Dinah breathed, regaining control over her voice which was nevertheless still shaky with lust as she began to ride Janet's shafts again, her partner's hands gently massaging her soft breasts. "As good as your members are, I have never begged anyone. I take what I want. Much like this."

Taking Janet's face between her hands, Dinah leaned forwards and pressed her lips onto the dickgirl's own, the kiss turning ever more hungry as she gyrated her hips in circles. Angie stared at them from half-lidded eyes, palm grinding against his straining boyclit as his left hand sunk into his own soft breastflesh, muffled moans rising from his throat as hot breath washed from his nose. He could barely process what was going on, how his mistress had met someone just as dominant as herself.

"Don't think your shafts are enough to just break me." Ending the kiss, Dinah kept her face inches from her partner's, ass once again rising and spearing itself on both Janet's rods. "It takes more than some of the best double penetration I ever had to do that."

"I'll have to try harder, then." With a cocky smirk that made Angie immediately swoon, breast slipping from his lips to slap against his body as his jaw went slack, Janet pushed her shoulders against the car seat and began to thrust, meeting the motions of Dinah's hips perfectly. "Don't think this is all I am able to do!"

"That's what I want to hear. That's what I want to... feel..." Straightening and bracing herself against the ceiling of the car with both arms, Dinah slammed her hips down again and again, gasping as Janet's twin pistons drove the breath from her. "God, Janet, you're just perfect. And to think, a week ago I thought these rumors were just fabrications."

"I'm glad... they're not..." Janet ground out between gritted teeth - clearly Dinah wasn't the only one slowly getting overwhelmed by lust. "We wouldn't have my little... cockslut. And we wouldn't have... met."

"Yes. Yes! God, I want to meet whoever is responsible for all of this..." Blushing deeply as her lust rose ever higher, Dinah ground her hips against Janet. "And add them to my little collection. Surely they must be... an exemplary specimen... Mmnnh~..."

"Is that what I am? A specimen?" Grinning up at Dinah, Janet leaned forwards, planted one more kiss each right at the edge of Dinah's areolas... "I hope I'll be more than that."

... and finally sucked one of her lover's pulsing pleasure nubs between her soft lips. The result was the first proper, unabashed moan Dinah had produced. It wasn't the last, and Janet stopped holding back her own sounds of pleasure now that her partner had done it first. Angie, on the other hand, hadn't ever done so, mewling and gasping in unison with the other two now as he bucked his hips, precum squirting from his boyclit as a climax rolled through him that seemed to come entirely without actual jizz. Maybe his worthless little nuts had finally ceased production... The thought alone made his heart race.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Where did you learn that? Nnngh~..." Thrusts slow and jerky, Janet groaned needily as she pressed her face into Dinah's ample cleavage, kissing the soft flesh as her eyes fell half-closed. "God, you have... incredible muscle control..."

"Years and--ooh! Years of experience, my dear." One hand grabbing the back of Janet's head gently, legs twitching as her toes curled where they hung off the seat. "I might not... look it, but... mmnnnh~... This blessing gave me back at least... 10 years."

"I'm sure you loo--ugh! Looked great befo--oh--oooooh!"

"Charmeaaaannh~!"

As Angie watched on in a post-climactic stupor, the two lovers twitched and writhed, limbs entangled, bodies hugging tightly as one pumped out glob after glob of the thick swimmers Angie knew so well himself and the other gladly took them inside of herself. Again and again, Janet's hips bucked, making Dinah writhe in pleasure, the sight alone enough to make the femboy's body tingle, nipples puckered and boyclit still as erect as it would ever get.

It almost made him miss the fact that the car was no longer moving.