Boathouse Pt.2

Back down at the boat house loud passionate moans echoed with a wet slapping. Fiora looked at the camera with a dazed smile winking at the red light before admiring her best friend who was on all fours taking Fiora's strap on like a pro. The brunette loved to put on a show and didn't hold back, hands on the blonde's wide hips and slamming ruthlessly into the hungry cunt smiling at the desperate groans from the blonde. Waves of pleasure hit Fiora keeping her is a lustful haze. The strap on was not only incredibly realistic but she could feel the sensations of Sarah's tight pussy grasping at the dildo as if it was part of her. No doubt this toy was another of the many strange objects this property seemed to have cursed and the brunette teen loved it. She was too busy and high on pleasure to question why the camera was now modern, being seventy years old before they began. Hell they didn't even notice the lighting and production was state of the art even for today's standards. The only hint of concern Fiora had was after she winked at the camera she swore she saw a blur of someone behind it watching, the lights far too bright to focus.

"FUCK ME! UGHH SO HOT!" Sarah screamed humping back aggressively to the rhythm, tongue hanging out in a giant jaw dropped smile. Droll fell down her cheek and her eyes twitched, rolled to the back of her head. Sarah's fingers dug violently into the carpet below them and her ragged breathing was loud enough to penetrate the sounds of her ass cheeks slapping on her best friend's thighs. "I love it! I love it so much! GGHHRRR UHH! FUCK ME!"

Fiora squealed herself arching her back and yelling to the roof in pleasure. It was her third orgasm already and each one she felt the strange fake balls of the strap on begin slapping her thighs more and more. After a few more minutes and the brunette groaning as another orgasm shattered through her the balls pressed against her thighs. Each orgasm was growing the balls! "Ohhhh yes...you like taking this thick cock bitch?" Fiora said lost in the moment.

"OAAHH YES! SO THICK!" Sarah was panting like a dog and squealing randomly with every few thrusts. Fiora was struggling to keep track of her own orgasms but she knew Sarah had twice as many. "Take me!"

"UUGHH you're so fucking tight..." Fiora grunted feeling her physical limit in this position. She wasn't as athletic as the others and had already fucked earlier that day. "Acting like my fucking pet aren't you?"

Sarah had a tear fall down her face, overwhelmed with intense sexual pleasure, "YES! I'm yours!"

Fiora pulled the long blonde mane and screamed in another climax, burying deep inside her best friend. Her idol. The very person she envied for years. "God I've been your little bitch for years following your every whim. Now you're mine." Sarah just nodded while moaning incoherently. A pressure felt built up and Fiora, heavily aroused by the turned tables felt the strap-on erupting. Not knowing what was happening the brunette panicked and fell backwards onto her ass and had pulled sarah ontop or her. The end result was her strap on being sandwiched between them erupting like a fountain over them, raining cum-like liquid down on them. Fiora was still coming down from her orgasm and pulled Sarah into a kiss, making a show of it for the camera.

After the longest seconds of their lives they fell back glazed by the sweet liquid of the toy. The lights and camera turned off and they collapsed gasping for air. The two teens weren't experienced enough to prepare for such pleasures and felt each movement and thought feel like molasses. Fiora's vision was blurred and she lazily felt the wet carpet below her to try and gain perspective of what was happening. Hearing a sound it took a few seconds for the brunette to realize it was her friend Sarah. Finally catching her breath she slowly rose onto her knees and looked around. She remembered a woman charging at her in the back room, then flashes to being wherever she was with a strap on. Then overwhelming lust. The two girls had fucked their brains silly just now, and what the clever teen was feeling must have been the aftermath. "Ughhh..." She tried to stand and fell forcefully to the floor, her legs feeling like gelatin. "OOOwwwww!" Rolling onto her back she noticed a fancy video camera, like a news crew would have.

Pulling herself across the floor in the now incredibly dark room she felt the sex toy at her crotch slide down her legs and she kicked it off, now at the camera stand. Using the nearby stool to crawl up and sit on she played the last recorded footage. Once again sounds of the two teens letting loose primal sounds of carnal pleasure echoed in the boathouse but quieter. Fiora was one of the 'actresses' moments ago but it was as if she was seeing it all with new eyes. She saw the face she wore while roughly fucking her friend and could easily see a domineering and sinister expression. Fiora wasn't just letting out her sexual frustration, she was letting out her emotional frustration in their friendship.

"Fio?" the blonde's voice weakly called followed by a gasp for air.

"....up here." the brunette timidly called back still watching. Sarah was broken on the video feed, showing no signs of anything going in her head besides the ruthless pounding she was receiving. The blonde was loving it, but the dynamic was frightening to Fiora. She never knew something could be so powerfully satisfying and scary. Fiora eventually began speeding through the footage, trying to gauge how much time they had lost and after nearly an hour she watched the cum fountain coat the two girls.

The brunette jumped almost a foot when Sarah dropped next to her, "Was that...real?"

Fiora frowned, "What do you mean?"

The busty brunette groaned in pain still laying on the floor, "I don't know I went to run away and then all of a sudden the camera was on me and I felt like a star. I wanted to do whatever the camera wanted and the camera knew me. Like really knew me. As a person I'm scared and confused. As an animal I'm frustrated and pent up. All of that frustration over the past while hit me at once and then....I guess we..."

Fiora nodded, not knowing if her friend saw. She understood what Sarah meant by the camera. She too went out of her way to please the camera, to make a show. But the camera must have known her inner frustrations and let them out too. "So we didn't find any tools. Just a porn set with a theatre and a camera that can unleash someone's frustration."

Sarah weakly chuckled, "Probably the last thing this household needs right now."

"No kidding. We really messed each other up. Pete would be smothered by us." Fiora sighed. "You think we can make it back to the house?"

Sarah groaned, "I mean we are in tattered fetish clothes covered in goo. My legs feel like jelly. But I could crawl. We should at least get out of here before whatever happened happens again."

Fiora nodded again and quietly uploaded the footage to Pete's phone before following. Something deep down told the teen that the dynamic between the two had changed. These past two days Sarah had all the social power in the world, but now she seemed much more quiet and submissive. Did she remember their dirty talk? The door opened after moments of blindly feeling their way around the room and they left noticing the sunset. "Shit, let's try and stand and support each other? They'll be worried sick if we take much longer." The wet skin of the girls pressed tight together as they slowly limped up the hill to the mansion.

Pete dried himself off, the smell of sausage and garlic reaching the pool. Mary must have been almost done and as lazy and anti-housewife the teen was, she was a killer in the kitchen. He was excited to finally be able to enjoy her cooking again. Turning to hang his towel he saw two girls, wet and limping towards him. "What the hell?" Running to them he picked the almost collapsed Sarah and tried to support Fiora who had dropped to her knees panting. He tried to focus on the danger of the situation but Sarah was pornogrified and in tight leather and Fiora was in a ripped up fishnet outfit with her breasts popped out. "What happened?"

Fiora took a moment to catch her breath, "Boathouse is....kinda fucked." She weakly laughed before holding Pete for support, slowly walking to the pool chairs. Pete laid Sarah down on one and pulled another to the girls. "We made it."

"I'm glad you did. I was about to go down...I should have checked sooner!" Pete swore. "I'm sorry. We should have gone as a group."

Fiora shook her head, laying down completely. "Lissa was freaked out and needed company. It made sense." Taking a moment to compose herself she remembered the video and pulled his phone from the fishnets under her clevage and dropped it on the table beside her. "Turns out it was less for boats and more for porn."

"And the outfits?" Pete asked then motioned at Sarah's very new body, "And all that?"

Sarah smiled weakly, "The camera wanted it."

Pete shot the brunette a quizzical look and only got a sigh. Fiora blushed and accepted a towel from him to cover up. "We found old films back when this place was poppin, they were filming impressionable cute girls and turning them into sexual deviants for famous people or rich people at least. Guess the camera is like cursed or something because when we tried to leave it made us act out frustrations. Sarah asked to be a star and then she transformed and went crazy and one second I was alone in a room the next I was...." Fiora looked away from Pete embarrassed, "I was going to town on Sarah."

"Was gooood." Sarah weakly giggled. "My brains still fuzzy."

Pete frowned, "And your clothes?"

Fiora shrugged, "Dunno. Was too consumed by wanting to get us off to think much about it."

"And this slime?"

Sarah looked down and groaned, remembering the mess for the first time. "Fiora came all over us!"

"I didn't! The dick did!"

"It was your dick..." Sarah muttered uncharacteristically backing down.

Pete pulled back his hair and breathed out slowly, "You had a dick...."

Fiora panicked, she didn't want to tell him this part worried he might lose interest, "Not real! It was a toy! Cursed maybe with the load it had. Was a lot."

"I can see that." Pete looked back at the house in thought. "I'll go in and stall dinner when you too are feeling up to it just wash yourself off in the pool take a towel and run to your room to change. They don't know you lost your swimsuits. We can talk about this later if you two are okay."

"Yeah," Fiora nodded, "Embarassed and fucking tired, but it was just sex."

He turned to Sarah who made eye contact briefly before looking at the ground, "Yes, sir."

Pete handed another towel and walked inside, leaving the two girls alone. Fiora slowly turned to her friend, "Sir?"

Sarah blushed and looked back angrily, "I dunno! It slipped out! He was all like 'I'm taking charge and taking care of the girls. I'm a big strong sentimental hero here to comfort two dumb teens who fucked themselves stupid!' and I was just....wow for a moment."

Fiora groaned, "So you do like him!"

Sarah flipped her friend off in response. "He's still a dick."

"A big one."

"I hope."