Chapter 11
by
allegedlyhuman
Any questions?
Yes, several!
As soon as Pastel finished talking, Jennifer put her thumb on Mary’s clit and started moving it in sync with the finger’s playing with her insides. The surge of pleasure caused the brown-haired beauty’s already loud moaning to reach new heights. It also kept her from thinking too hard about what she’d just heard, which was the effect Jen had been hoping to produce. She knew that if Mary stopped to dwell on what was happening she could shut down, and the high society girl could not afford for that to happen now that she wasn’t on top of the totem poll.
Angela, however, was no stranger to working her mind through sudden bursts of pleasure after putting up with Avery’s spontaneously deciding to toy with her—and half the other women in her neighborhood for that matter—whenever he felt like it for the past several weeks. She clumsily worked the words out of her mouth despite Jen’s fingers driving her closer to the edge. “WhaAat’s the FIELD TRIIP?” Ange managed to moan it out before she caught Jen staring daggers at her. Mary was able to twist her body a bit to look at her friends, the thoughts working their way through the lusty haze Jen was working hard to keep fogging up her mind.
“Good question. Won’t answer. Let’s just say for now it’s…” Pastel left an overtly intentional pause there, relishing her inferiors’ uncertainty. “… A bit of a work in progress. You’ll find out soon enough. Ok, warm-up’s over girls. Time to start picking! Jennifer, you pick first while Michigan and Angie see who gets second choice.”
*Click.*
Jennifer really didn’t want to stop. The haze of arousal would keep Mary calmer, and Jennifer didn’t want her friend to panic. It would ruin the game, and whatever ruining the game meant to her it would almost certainly piss off Pastel. That said… Jennifer didn’t want to lose either. And Mary would probably be easier to get off than Angela. Jennifer smiled as she pulled her fingers out of her friends and walked over to the bag. She knew exactly what to pick for Mary.
“Angie, Michigan, one of you gets to choose after this, and here’s how you’re going to earn your spot. Each of you will make me an offer of something you’ll do to add to the challenge of this game. The one I think is more fun wins and gets to go second. Pick something within ten seconds and tell me what you’ll do to make this game harder for yourselves.”
*Click.*
Ten. Mary had no idea how high the stakes could go here. Nine. Angela could pick anything, how crazy should she get with this? Eight. She didn’t have much time, what the fuck could she do? Seven. Profanities flew through her thoughts with unbelievable speed as she pondered her options. Six.
Angela spoke up, totally derailing Mary’s train of thought. “I’ll call my husband!” She nearly shouted, blushing bright red while looking down at the floor. “I’ll call my husband and keep him on the line until he hangs up on me or the game ends. If he figures out what’s happening, I’ll tell him it’s Jen’s doing and not yours.”
There was silence for a moment. Jen stopped rifling through the bag to look back at her friend with a look of shock. Mary was similarly slack-jawed. Pastel’s guffawing broke the silence. “Oh FUCK YEAH! You’re second, Angie. Sorry, Mary, nothing you could say can top that. You are definitely doing that, Angie.”
*Click.*
Angela lifted her eyes and looked into Mary’s. Mary mouthed, “was that for me?” Angela nodded.
Jen walked back to the center of the room and placed down a massive dildo that terrified both of her soon-to-be opponents. It was a huge, thick, pink piece of plastic bigger than any dick Mary had ever seen. The only penis of a comparable size Ange had ever seen was Avery’s, although she couldn’t help thinking that she wished she’d seen neither of them before. Jen giggled slightly, her tits bouncing as she did a little jump of excitement. “This one’s for you, Mary!” Mary’s eyes went wide at the sight.
Angela walked over and took her turn next. She picked out a much smaller option for Jennifer, although it did have a vibrating option that Pastel ordered her to use. It was finally Mary’s turn, and she selected another vibrating toy that was only slightly smaller for Angela.
“Ok then girls, lube up!”
*Click.*
“Now that’s an order I would’ve followed even without the click.” Angela joked, causing Jen to giggle as they prepared themselves and their toys for the experience ahead. Ange also got her phone ready, preparing to call Rod as soon as the three women were all full of their toys and ready to begin.
“Do just as we discussed, girls, and have fun! You can begin now.”
*Click.*
Jen slid onto her toy without a struggle, contentedly moaning as the vibrating silicone began buzzing inside her.

Angela, still a bit on edge from getting finger-fucked, was having a harder time maintaining composure. Despite all the attention it had received that day, her pussy still loved the stimulation.

She could feel her face flushing even more as she sank down further onto the shaking toy. She even smiled a bit as Pastel’s comment to “have fun” started worming its way down into her subconscious mind.
Mary, on the other hand, was having a bit harder of a time. Her dildo may have lacked a vibrating function, but it was significantly larger than either of her friends.

Just sinking down all the way onto it was a challenge. She couldn’t help but compare it to Mark. How it was bigger than him. Thicker than him. As she steadily made it down to the base she felt her insides bulging. She watched her friends mirror her speed, the three stacked women all slowly bouncing up and down on their toys while still adjusting to the sensations. Angela held her phone carefully in her hand as it rang, waiting for Rod to pick up.
While all of them were blushing furiously and moaning loudly as their toys hit their favorite places, it was clear to Jen and Angela that Mary would be the weak link. She was moaning the loudest, blushing the hardest, and was riding the biggest "dick" she had in her life. Jen smiled. She picked up their pace right as Rod picked up the phone.
Can Mary turn things around? Will Rod find out his wife is another couple's slut?
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A New Social Status
When Size Matters Most
Humanity is suddenly burdened with the pressures of a new social status. For better and for worse, the sorting factor that determines whether you stand at the top of society or are crushed at the bottom is dick size. For men, it's what you've got. For women, it's whose you last had. These are a few stories of people from all ranges of the hierarchy and the experiences that follow.
Updated on Sep 27, 2025
by allegedlyhuman
Created on Jan 19, 2023
by allegedlyhuman
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