Two for two

Early Sunday morning. It's a time for relaxation. Good little girls are getting dressed up for church. But you certainly aren't a good little girl.

Trish fell back to sleep a while ago - now she moans as you roll your tongue around her shaft. The blood begins to flow and the most important cock in the world begins to stir. It fills your mouth, angling toward your throat. Soon enough you'll get your fill. Even the cum left over from last night tastes special. Eager for more you stroke Trish's balls and hum, encouraging them to create some precum for you. Just a taste, a little taste!

Trish's manhood swells and swells, finally becoming rigid enough that you can sink down, popping the head past your tonsils. 'How the hell would I enjoy myself if I had a gag reflex?' you wonder. At last, a first taste! Yes, you pull back and lick at Trish's slit. You feel her balls shift. You're trembling.

And then a strong pair of hands grab your head and pull you off. "Good morning!" says Trish, panting as she blinks away some dust from her eyes. "Wow. That's such a nice way to wake up. Good plan, too. I'm almost there."

'Almost there - what does she mean?' You sit there confused as Trish grabs a glass from beside her, pulls off the plastic wrap that covers the top and jerks herself off into the container, her fresh load mixing with the batch from last night.

Only now does Trish see the look on your face. You can't help it. "Oh babe, I guess it's hitting you hard right now," Trish says as she reseals the glass to preserve her spunk.

You fight not to cry. That bitch on the phone is too cruel. 'But you are going to cry, aren't you? You're a weak willed little cumslut. Just admit it and beg your stud till she stuffs you day and night. You don't need to think, you don't need to do anything - just take in cum and pump out babies like you were meant to.' You shake your head, pushing back that voice, that self-loathing horrible side of yourself back into the recesses of your mind. You don't even know where that came from.

Before you can figure it out Trish shoves you onto your back and spreads your pussy. In moments her tongue makes sure you have other things to think about. Even so the nasty voice in your head tries to hang on. 'She won't do this anymore once you get fat. You're not worth it. She'll only want you when your womb is waiting for another one of her bastards'

Luckily Trish lifts her head and gives you a crooked smile. Her fingers take over the task of making your pulse race. "I love you so much. Stay with me Jane."

The voice retreats like shadows exposed to sunlight. Between your thighs it's like your clit suddenly catches up with all Trish's attention. Your legs tremble, you can't breathe. The orgasm crashes over you. Even as you start to recover you feel the second one building as Trish goes back to sucking and licking at the most sensitive nerves you have.

"You back with me?"

You look around and piece together when, where and who. "Yeah... yeah I think I'm okay."

Trish pulls you up and gets behind you. She locks her arms around you and kisses your shoulder while her fingers roam over your belly and your flanks.

Feeling relaxed and full of love you squeeze Trish's wrist and say "Thank you. I was in a weird place there."

"Yeah, no kidding. I'm going to have to keep an eye on you. You had this strange look in your eyes. I love you Jane and if you get like that again I'll tie you up and massage you till you pass out."

"Mmmm, sounds great."

"Well at least we got another load for the hangover helper. I honestly didn't think I had it in me."

"Wish I had it in me."

"Jane..."

"I know, I know, it's bad for me. But your cum is so good."

"Are you going to be okay mixing it?"

You think for a second, picturing yourself working with the glass of cum. "Yes. I feel better now, more in control. I think - mmmm, no that's silly."

"Tell me," says Trish. Her fingers run along the underside of your breasts, making you pant.

"It felt better when you said you loved me."

"You know I love you," Trish says. She reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear. She kisses along your ear before whispering "You're my special girl Jane. Nothing can change that. No other girl will ever get me like you do. You are the love of my life."

You've cum on Trish's cock, you've cum on Trish's fingers, you've even cum from her massages. But now you know you can cum from her words.

"Are you okay?" she asks worriedly. Somehow you've wound up in Trish's lap. She's holding your head, checking for a fever.

"I'm so okay" you say, giving her a huge grin.

"Holy shit, that was an orgasm?" Trish starts smiling too. "You bucked all of a sudden, smacked your head into the wall and went rigid. Then you passed out." She thumps your shoulder. "Don't scare me like that!"

From outside you hear footsteps. Trish quickly turns on the lights, fan and shower.

"Shit" you hear from outside. From the voice either Danielle or Mina just came to use the bathroom and is now searching for a different one.

"Hope that was Danielle," you whisper to Trish. "Mina needs a bit more time to marinate."

Trish just laughs and pulls you into the shower.

Scrubbed and clean the two of you are ready for anything the day brings. You spend a few hair raising seconds dashing outside the bathroom to get some towels, something neither of you thought you needed when you holed up in here last night. When you get back you realize the silliness of the situation: there's only one man in the house who could see you naked and you fucked him last night.

Once dressed you both head upstairs to collect a few missing items. Trish quickly takes care of your makeup before sending you downstairs with a certain glass. The funny thing is that less than an hour ago you would have happily drained the glass if you had only remembered it was there. Now you feel stronger, more in control. You still want it, but you are going to use it instead to try and bring more girls under Trish's sway.

Down at the bar you get out several ingredients and bring them up to the kitchen. You decide on rum, rye, bitters, tabasco sauce, a few raw eggs, salt and pepper. You've never made a hangover cure before but it sounds about right. The salt is for show - Trish's contribution will be more than enough.

Your timing seems perfect as Mina walks in from the living room, bleary eyed and sour looking. "How do you look so happy?" she asks, holding her head.

"I had one of these earlier," you lie.

"Oh, like some hangover stuff?"

"Yeah."

She walks into a beam of light from the window and staggers. "I... sure."

Heh, convenient that Mina just assumes you're offering to make one for her. 'A nice girl would say pretty please' you think as you pour in half of the cum and add the other ingredients. The yellow, amber and brown concoction ends up in a glass and Mina stares suspiciously at the floating bits of pepper and swirls of bitters.

"Best if you don't think about it," you tell her.

Mina is no stranger to shots. She downs the whole glass in one gulp, looks sick and then fights it down. "Blagrgh!" she says before chugging some milk from the fridge.

"That was fucking awful," she says.

"Yeah. But take a shower and it will kick in by the time you're done."

"Meh, yeah. Kay, thanks."

Yeah, really nice girl. She really meant that "thanks" - the way she almost spat the word tells you so much about her. Straightening her life out with a baby is for the best.

An hour goes by and you begin to worry about the potency of the cum you're keeping hidden in the fridge. Luckily Trish comes in and hands you another glass worth of her seed, fresh and warm. "I overheard you and Mina," she whispers. "That was enough - I had to do it, otherwise I would have had a tent to explain."

You aren't sure whether to be happy at the fresh semen or put out that Trish went and beat her meat alone rather than letting you do it.

Mina returns from the shower, looking a lot better than she did before. The makeup helps, but she also seems livelier. At almost the same time Danielle shuffles in from the living room, looking groggy.

"Finally awake?" asks Mina.

"Not so loud" mumbles Danielle.

"Come on, got to get moving" Mina tells her.

"Fuuuck," is all Danielle can manage in reply. She barely acknowledges you and starts looking around the kitchen, probably for something to drink. You're trying to think of the best way to entice her when she spots the pile of bottles on the counter. "Are you making, uh, hair of the dog?"

"Yeah, she and I already had some," says Mina.

At least Danielle is able to pretend friendliness. "Would you mind making me one too, please?"

Trish fights to keep a grin off her face as you start mixing the ingredients. You didn't even have to work for it, Mina did it all for you.

When the mixture is put in her hands Danielle goes to take a sip, sniffs it and thinks better of it. She steadies herself and then slugs it back. After pounding the table a few times she drinks the offered milk, gargles with it a few times and complains aloud that she should have known better. Mina, meanwhile, is laughing her head off.