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Story Codes: Female/Teen female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen female Masturbation, School, Sex Toys, Oral Sex, Voyeurism

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Steve Davies

I stared at the screen in shock.

My hand shook as I clutched my smartphone staring at the screen.

EDITED BY PLAYER TWO

My stomach twisted. My blood pumped through my veins. This sick writhe in my guts made my acids churn. Sweat burst across my forehead. I trembled as disbelief swept through me. I finally found what this other guy was doing, and he was messing around with a gun shop.

“You have to be fucking me,” I muttered. “A gun shop?”

“This is a contest,” said Anael. “There are no rules. No limits of what you and your opponent can do.”

“But…” I swallowed as I stared at it. This was insane. Why was he doing this?

I had to figure this out. I had to understand what was happening. I dug into the menu on the building, moving through its options.

• Bullseye Gun Shop
  • Physical Quality
  • Spiritual Quality

The first thing I checked was auras. That was located underneath the Spiritual Quality Sub-Menu. Had my opponent figured out about how to use auras to manipulate large groups of people? It was the fastest way around the limitation of the three edits a day.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I read the aura.

• Every person, except Steven Davies and Linda Davies and members of Law Enforcement, who pass by the Bullseye Gun Shop will find the idea of the gun sale to be appealing and will show up at some point on the day of the sale to purchase a gun.
• Every person, except Steven Davies and Linda Davies and members of Law Enforcement, who purchase a gun from Bullseye Gun Shop will wait to use the guns when “the signal” happens.

“Signal?” I muttered.

• Every person, except Steven Davies and Linda Davies and members of Law Enforcement, who purchase a gun from Bullseye Gun Shop will resist violently any attempt to have their gun taken from them by any representative of the government.
• Any members of a Law Enforcement Agency will feel compelled to avoid Bullseye Gun Shop at all cost. They will not be able to come within a block of Bullseye Gun Shop.

I shook my head as I read it. This was insane. “What is this guy doing, wanting to go to war with me?”

“Perhaps,” Anael said. “Ooh, this will be so much fun.”

I stared at her in horror. She was excited by this. A cold sweat rippled down my back. I was freaking out. What was this signal? What did it mean that they would wait until then? The sale was on the same day as my inauguration. Almost everyone in Rainier drove by Bullseye Gun Shop. My heart pounded.

I switched over to the owner’s menu. He was edited, too. He was offering deep discounts. He would lose money on this sale but didn’t care. He saw himself as being part of the resistance against the government.

The government was about to be me.

His employees were edited. They were all on board. Even the nebulous idea of his business, Bullseye Gun Shop, LLC was modified. It was made to exist in perpetuity. Anyone who succeeded the owner would continue his mission.

“This is bad,” I said, digging through the menus, looking for something that I could grab. My fingers flew over my phone. There were so many edits. Little things that this other player had done.

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Linda Davies

“Mmm, now let’s just check your temperature,” I purred to Hannah Crisp.

“Sure, Mrs. Davies,” the punkish girl said.

She had a bright smile on her face that was at odds with her look. Naked, she didn’t look at all like she belonged at a Christian high school. She had short, brown hair that was styled in a punkish way, looking almost spiky as the locks fell about her face. Her left nostril was pierced by a silver nose ring. Her breasts were round and perky, both nipples pierced by silver barbells. Her legs were spread, her shaved pussy on display.

Her labia were adorned with more piercings. Those looked like they had to hurt. Why would she do that to her poor pussy?

She was a sexy thing despite that. I would prefer her not to be pierced, but I was glad she was my playmate for the day. My nurse’s office was edited for girls to strip naked when they entered and for one girl a day to feel compelled to come for a visit so I could enjoy them.

They always left smiling.

She opened her mouth, ready for the glass thermometer I held in my hand. I giggled. “Oh, no, honey, it doesn’t go there. This is a basal thermometer.”

She blinked.

“It goes in your pussy,” I said and sauntered to her, my large, naked breasts swaying. It actually went in the rectum, but this was more fun.

She squirmed on the hospital bed. Her pussy lips, parted, glistened with her juices. Her cream adorned her rings. I smiled and pressed the thermometer into her underage pussy. She was sixteen and delicious. My tongue flicked across my lips.

She shuddered as the thermometer slid into her cunt. It wasn’t thick, slimmer than one of my fingers, but the girl whimpered in such delight. Her face twisted. Her breasts jiggled. I wanted to grab her pierced nipples and twist them.

They were… interesting to stare at.

“Now,” I said, my own pussy on fire, “while we wait for your temp, you could busy yourself by licking my pussy. How does that sound?”

“Like a naughty way to pass the time,” purred Hannah. “Mmm, you do have a hot bod.”

“Oh, you like playing with girls?” I asked.

“I like playing with women.” Her eyes flicked up and down my body. “And you are one hot woman.”

I smiled. She was a kinky delight. I loved my new job. I was thankful Steve edited reality and gave me this opportunity. He was such a loving husband, wanting me to be happy. I mounted the bed, my pussy burning, soaking my bush. My auburn hair swayed about my shoulders while my breasts heaved and jiggled.

The girl’s hands grabbed my thighs. Her fingers were delightful. She gripped me and pulled me down to her mouth. Her breasts jiggled as I settled on her face. Then she thrust her tongue into my twat, jamming it deep into me.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my hands grabbing her breasts. I squeezed her plump, teenage titties. The schoolgirl was such a delicious treat. “Right there. Mmm, put that tongue to use, Ms. Crisp.”

Hannah purred as she licked. Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She definitely wasn’t a stranger to pussy licking. Her tongue had skill. She caressed my labia. My clit. She stroked me. I shuddered, my juices pouring into her mouth. My cream flowed out of me.

She drank it down and lapped up more.

I squeezed her breasts as my back arched. This wonderful pleasure shot through me. I whimpered, my hips wiggling back and forth as the punkish girl played with my pussy. Her tongue darted through her folds. My hands squeezed up to her nipples.

I felt her barbell piercings.

“Ooh, you are such a naughty girl,” I moaned as her tongue swirled around in my twat. “Yes, you are.”

She moaned as I twisted her nipples. I tweaked them. She shuddered on the table as my pussy cream spilled out of my mouth. My back arched. My hair swayed about my shoulders. It was incredible. I tugged on the nubs.

Hannah groaned and gasped. Her body undulated. Her tongue caressed me. She brushed my clit. She sucked and nibbled. My juices flowed out of her. I wiggled my hips from side to side, grinding on the girl’s mouth.

“Mrs. Davies,” she groaned, her fingers clenching on my thighs. “Ooh, you got a yummy pussy.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my fingers twisting her tits as I stared at her pussy, the thermometer thrusting out of her pierced twat. “You’re good at that. Just a little dyke, aren’t you?”

“Mmm, just a nasty carpet muncher!” She thrust her tongue deep in me.

I gasped and leaned over. I twisted her nipple with my left hand, making her gasp. My other hand grabbed the thermometer thrusting out of her twat. I pumped it in and out of her cunt. I stirred it around, making the girl squirm around on the bed beneath me.

She whimpered. She moaned. She panted into my snatch. It was just this wonderful delight to feel on my cuntlips. Her tongue lapped through me. I leaned over her, my breasts swaying. My nipples were hard. This was a delicious treat. My nipples brushed her stomach as I stared at her pierced pussy.

My hand playing with her nipple slid down her body to caress past her pubic mound. I snagged one of her labial piercings. I tweaked it and stretched out her pussy lip. She gasped into my cunt. Her tongue thrust into my twat, swirling around inside of me. She moaned into my cunt as I played with her.

“Mrs. Davies!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Davies.”

My breasts pillowed against her stomach. My nipples throbbed as I pumped the thermometer in and out of her cunt and tweaked her labial piercing. The silver ring, soaked with her juices, felt as warm as her twat beneath my fingers. Her sweet musk filled my nose.

“Yes, yes, Mrs. Davies!” the girl moaned, her hands sliding around my hips to grab my rump.

Her fingers dug into my ass. She kneaded my perky butt-cheeks. She pulled me down tight against her tongue. Her tongue fluttered through my cunt. She gripped me, loved me. Pleasure raced through me, tingling my nipples rubbing into her stomach.

My auburn hair swept around me as I lowered my head. Her sweet musk filled my nose. I licked my lips. Then I flicked my tongue against her clit. I brushed her underage vulva. I swirled it around her. She moaned into my twat as I played with her little bud.

“Mmm, you got such a cute clit,” I moaned.

She groaned into my twat.

“Just needing to be loved.” I flicked her clit again. I caressed it with my tongue, loving the feel of it against me. I sucked on it.

She squealed.

Her lips locked onto my own clit while her fingers dipped into my butt-crack. Her naughty fingers knew just where to go. I thrust the thermometer deep into her twat as her digits found my asshole. She circled my sphincter as I groaned. I twisted her labia piercing, my body trembling.

Hannah thrust her finger into my asshole.

“Miss Crisp!” I moaned as her digit plunged into my anal depths. This amazing delight burned in my bowels.

My asshole gripped her digit. She reamed it in and out of my bowels. I fucked her pussy with the thermometer. I swirled my tongue around her clit. She shuddered beneath me, her stomach massaging my nipples.

My orgasm built in me. This naughty girl’s touches were driving me toward my climax. Her finger plunged in and out of my asshole. The friction burned down to my pussy. My bowels squeezed around her digit. The stimulation was incredible. Heat swelled.

My juices flowed.

Her tongue dug through my folds. She pumped in and out of me. I moaned. I trembled. My hips wiggled back and forth. I ground my cunt on her face. I sucked hard on her clit. I played with her piercing. She whimpered. She moaned.

She brushed my clit with her tongue.

Sparks burst inside of me.

“Miss Crisp!” I howled as my cunt spasmed.

Juices gushed out of my pussy. My cream bathed her hungry mouth. I trembled atop her on the hospital bed. It creaked beneath me. My nipples ached. I moaned around her clit. I swirled the thermometer through her twat as she licked at my snatch.

“Mrs. Davies!” the girl moaned as I trembled atop her. “Oh, yes, yes! That’s it… Ooh, I love having my temperature taken this way.”

I tugged on her labia, stretching out the teenager’s pussy lip.

“Yes!”

Her juices gushed out around the thermometer. That sweet delight bathed my face. My nose. Her scent filled my nostrils. This delight shot through me. Waves of rapture washed out of my convulsing pussy. The underage cutie trembled beneath me.

My asshole convulsed around her finger. She jammed it in deep as she moaned into my twat. Stars burst across my vision as this wonderful rapture shot out of my cunt. I whimpered and groaned, squirming my hips

“Oh, yes, Miss Crisp!” I moaned as my door burst open.

My husband appeared, his face looking pale, his hand clutching his phone. He marched towards me, his dress shirt untucked. He wasn’t wearing his tie. I struggled to parse that as my orgasm surged to its peak.

“Oh, yes, honey,” I moaned, ripping the thermometer out of the girl’s cunt. 98.3 degrees. “Miss Crisp needs your cock in her. She needs it to make her feel better.”

“Yes!” the cumming girl groaned into my twat.

“I found player two’s activities,” my husband said, his voice tight.

My eyes widened as my orgasm died. This cold chill shot through me. I shuddered atop Hannah, then moaned, “Your temperature’s fine. You can get dressed and go, Miss Crisp.”

“But…” the girl moaned. Her tongue licked at my pussy.

I shuddered and then slipped off the bed, my stomach twisting. Player two… What was his goal? Whatever it was, it freaked out my husband. Just the ashen look on his face was enough to make me tremble.

“You have to go, Miss Crisp,” I said. “I’m sorry. You’re fine. Time to get back to class.”

“Fine, Mrs. Davies,” the panting teenager said, her face soaked with my juices. It glistened on her nose ring. She licked her lips. “I do feel better. That was a great orgasm.”

I nodded, struggling to keep control of myself as the girl rose and dressed. It seemed to take forever for her to dawn her school uniform, hiding most of her piercings. My husband just stared at me, breathing heavily. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes wild.

The moment the door closed, I gasped, “What? What is going on?”

“We need to think about defenses,” I said. “That gun sale on Saturday…”

My jaw dropped as he explained what he had learned. I whirled. I hated guns. They just caused death. I didn’t believe in the second amendment at all. Things had changed. They weren’t needed any longer. They should be banned.

“So shut it down,” she said. “Edited things.”

“How?” my husband asked. “I can’t touch the business, the owner, or the building. No cops can get near it. We need to start thinking about defenses. The gun sale is on Saturday. I have fifteen edits between now and then. I can waste them on fifteen guns I can render useless, but the guy has hundreds of guns, or I can figure out how to protect us.”

I leaned back. “No cops.” I swallowed. “And anyone but me and you will want to buy a gun.” She swallowed. “Why doesn’t he mess with me?”

“I don’t know,” I said, my heart beating faster. Blood pumped through my chest.

“So… there have to be other ways to stop it. Make a… a roadblock. Keep people from getting to it?”

“They could walk around any barrier unless you want me to, what, create a rift around it.” Steve shook his head. “How much editing would that take?”

“Okay, then destroy the building.” She bit her lip. “Burn it down.”

“Jesus,” he said, staring at me.

I shifted. I wasn’t going to apologize for thinking of ways to keep us safe. “This isn’t time for niceties.”

“But it won’t because it’s fireproof,” he said. “And earthquake proof. Any force I could use to get past what player two edited into it would cause a lot of collateral damage.”

I bit my lower lip. I had another idea, but… “What if something happened to the owner.”

“His successor or employees would run the gun sale.”

“Then we have to… bunker up. Our house. The mayor’s office. If this is going to be used to attack us…”

“I’ve been thinking about that. Bulletproof windows, walls, and doors. An aura to keep people away who want to hurt us. At our home, at city hall, and here at the school.”

“You can edit an entire building?” I asked.

“Yeah. I can edit an entire building or just a room of it, or a single object. Think of… the exterior walls of a building as one object, and interior rooms as separate. It’s not a cohesive unit like a living creature. There’s no flow of blood or cells or something. I don’t know. Anael doesn’t necessarily understand the details about how this stuff works.”

His gaze locked onto my computer. He headed to it. I trailed after, wondering what he was doing. He sat down and brought up the web browser. I stood behind him, my hand on his shoulder, watching as he found the blueprints of City Hall. I blinked at that.

“It’s public records,” he said when I asked. “City hall is large. We can’t just edit it for anyone who bought a gun to approach. I have a feeling a lot of people, vital people, are going to buy a gun. So what we have to do is edit it so people can’t approach if they mean to harm us. Harm anyone.”

I nodded. “Right, right. If they’re sent to fight us or something, then they’ll stay away. Our house, the school. What about our children?”

“I can’t edit them,” Steve said, his eyes distant like he was thinking of something. “Okay, we need to make a list. Our home, school, and city hall is one day. Then… what if I made, I don’t know, make something that’s on us. Like… a necklace or something that does the same.”

I frowned. “You could do that? A little object?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Damn, I haven’t been thinking of it like that, but I could. I could make little objects that do things. Have their own auras. Mobile ones. I mean, I gave that woman at the airport her own aura. Why not your wedding ring. I could make something for our kids well. Make it so they always have to wear it. They won’t even think anything of it. Just a necklace or something they want to wear.”

“Okay,” I said. “That’s seven more edits.”

“Seven?” he asked.

“Orihime and Ruri.” I arched an eyebrow. “You made them for our son. They are around him all the time.”

“That leaves five edits,” he said. “What about Sam’s friends and Tonya? They’re around our daughters all the time.”

“That would leave only one more edit,” I said. “I think you need to do more. Those girls aren’t part of our family. They’re great, but our enemy might not want to target them.”

“We need to make sure the police are on our side.” My husband stared at the blueprints of the city hall. “I was planning on editing Chief Markov. He has a thing for his daughter. I could make them happy, then I could put an aura on the police station so the cops would be on our side no matter what.”

“That leaves two edits.” I massaged his shoulders. “The King County Sheriffs and maybe the State Police, too. Whatever their closest precincts to us.”

“That’s all of them,” I said. “I’ll have to do the last ones right after midnight on Saturday, but…”

My husband studied the blueprints, nodding his head. “Maybe not the State Troopers. Look at this tunnel. It runs from City Hall to the Public Works building across the street. This might be an escape path just in case. If we have that building protected, too.”

“Okay, the sheriffs,” I said, my heart racing. This was so insane. Things were escalating so fast. “And you still have no idea who it is?”

“I’ve checked everyone in our lives.”

“Okay, let’s start outlining this.” I squeezed my husband’s shoulders. “Let’s make sure we have all our I’s dotted and T’s crossed.”

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Sam Davies

I was in the library. Willingly.

I stared down at the book that Seth suggested I check out, struggling to understand how my father could know I was pregnant. This book was all about how paranormal abilities could pass through bloodlines. Somehow, my brother had created not only those two girlfriends of his, but all those cuties at that bordello he was running with Seth.

“Bending reality,” I read beneath my breath, my lips moving as my eyes scanned the page, “is one of the most powerful psychic abilities that can be inherited. It can come in different strengths, from transforming an object into another to bringing to life drawings or the words from a page. The most powerful user can change the people around him. For instance, a man might suddenly become popular with women. He will have a wide variety of lovers, including family members. Women will be eager to make love to him, even thinking they love him. Harems are common.”

I frowned, leaning back. Girls think they loved him…

My friends, my mom, students at my school, and probably others were all banging my dad. If my brother had these powers, and he did, then my dad could have passed them to him and…

A pit formed in my stomach. I squirmed on my seat. This cold sweat rippled down my body. My heart beat faster and faster. Did this mean that I didn’t love Daddy? That he had edited me. It wasn’t normal for a daughter to want to have sex with her father.

I glance down at the book. “The editing is so complete, the person’s entire memory of their life will change. They won’t realize that the circumstances that molded them from infancy had been shifted, essentially remaking them to love and lust for the editor.”

I swallowed. What did this mean? Did Daddy edit me to be pregnant? Is that how he already knew?

“Hey!”

I jumped and squeaked, my hair flying around my face as I bucked in my seat.

My friend, Rita, was leaning over the other side of the library table from me. The Black girl had a big smile on her lips. “Wow, you must have been into it.”

“Huh?” I asked, my heart racing. I felt so off-balanced.

“What are you doing? Studying?” Amusement played in Rita’s tone. “That’s not like you.”

“I guess,” I said, biting my lip. Daddy was the only guy I liked. I was really into girls. There were so many that made me wet, but the only man who excited me was Daddy. What if I was gay, and he… edited me to like him.

I shoved the book away so hard it flew off the table and thumped to the floor.

“Wow, that bad?” my friend asked.

“Yeah,” I said, my heart racing. “It was a bunch of bullshit.” I loved my daddy. He didn’t edit me. Not at all. “You want to eat some pussy? I’m horny. I need to relieve some stress.”

Rita grinned at me. “I was hoping you had that itch.”

I needed a good, hard cum to forget about that dumb book. That S. Ethmyer didn’t know crap. My daddy didn’t make me love him. I loved him. I had his baby in me.

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Becky Davies

I frowned when Tonya darted up to me as I headed through the hallway. My blonde friend hooked her arm in mine. “Going to chess club?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t you have a debate?”

“I dropped it,” she said. “I’m joining the chess club, too.”

I blinked in surprise. “Really.”

“I thought I would join, too.” Spots of color dotted her cheeks. “Seth talked to me. It sounded neat.”

“Oh, sure,” I said, this warmth rushing through me. Seth was making me feel so bubbly. That way I felt around Daddy. I knew it wasn’t wrong to have an attraction for another, but it would be cheating on Daddy if I acted on it.

And I wouldn’t do that.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to… maybe… have a threesome with him,” Tonya whispered as we walked through the hall.

“What?” I gasped, almost missing a step. “With Seth?”

“He’s cute,” she said. “I mean, the things we do is just for fun. Ultimately, we have to find a man to share our lives. Maybe Seth’s that man.”

“And you want to have sex with him?” I asked, shocked. “Before marriage?” Had I eroded her morals that much by having sex with her?

“Sure,” she said. “We’ve had threesomes.”

“With women,” I said.

“Oh, are you saving yourself for marriage?” she asked. “I didn’t think about you doing that, but it would be hot to share a guy, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, glancing at her. Studying her. She was acting so different. Light glinted. She had a gold cross dangling down the front of her gray vest. “That’s new. When did you get it? You didn’t have it earlier, did you”

“I must have,” she said. “I’ve been wearing it all day. I dug it out of my jewelry box. My grandmother gave it to me when I was ten. I just felt like wearing it today. It’s pretty, right?”

“Yeah,” I said as we entered the classroom.

Seth was sitting behind a chess board, a big grin on his face. He leaned back in the chair and smiled at us. “Hey, Becky! And you decided to come, Tonya! Excellent.”

I felt a warmth burning up my cheeks. I shivered and nodded my head. “Hi, Seth.”

“Hey!” Tonya said, darting forward from me. “I’m really glad you invited me.”

“Well, I figured I’d try something bold like a Morra Gambit.”

Tonya giggled like he told a funny joke and didn’t reference an opening in chess. My friend sat down across from him. “I’m not that great at the game, but I’m sure you can help me.”

“I’ll turn you from a pawn into a queen,” he said. “I’ll get you across the board and get you a promotion.”

Tonya laughed again. He wasn’t telling a joke. It was that sort of breathless giggle a girl had when she was really into a guy, so excited to be around him she would laugh at anything and feign interest. I shifted, staring at my friend.

She was bi. I wasn’t surprised she wanted a guy. That had never changed, I just never thought it would be Seth. My heart beat faster as this weird jealousy surged through me. Not at Seth because of her interest, but at Tonya for showing interest in him.

Why was I thinking these thoughts? What was it about Seth that had my heart pounding in my chest. Where did this attraction come from? I still loved Daddy so much. I was so happy when I made love to him, but…

I wouldn’t cheat on him. I could control my lusts. Maybe it was good if Tonya and Seth did hook up and…

Tonya was leaning over, staring at the chess board. Seth took her hand, stroking it. The nerd had a big grin on his face. My friend giggled, her cheeks scarlet. Then Seth flicked his eyes to me. His grin grew broader.

“You could join us, Becky,” he said. “Play some three-way chess with us.”

“Mmm, yes,” said Tonya. “That sounds fun. Right?”

“I… uh… I just remember there’s something I have to do.” I had to get out of here. I couldn’t think. It would be so hot to join them. I needed to see my parents. Daddy. Maybe he was still at school.

I backed out of the classroom, my heart racing. I cast a gaze around, struggling to remember where Daddy’s classroom was. My mind was fogged by all these strange emotions. I shook my head, my braid dancing down my back. Clarity struck me. I remembered.

I raced to his class.

My big boobs bounced. My bra didn’t give enough support. They were sore by the time I reached Daddy’s classroom. I burst into it, instantly peeling off my gray vest as I came across my parents sitting at his desk across from each other. Mom was naked because she should be. Just like I should be naked. It felt right in this room.

“Daddy,” I gasped, my fingers loosening my school tie. It joined my vest in the cubby to the right. It was there for us girls to put our clothes in. “I need you so badly.”

“I’m sorry, Becky,” Dad said, looking up at me as I worked at the buttons of my blouse, my nipples hard. “Your mother and I need to get ready for the inauguration.”

“It’s a big deal,” Mom said. They had several notepads before them. Mom turned one around and tapped what she wrote there. “I think this is important to do.”

“But…” I said. “I’m really horny.”

“I’m sorry,” Daddy said, not looking up. “I am. I want you badly, but your mother and I have to figure this out. It’s important. Later, okay.”

“Go find Sam and her friends,” Mom said. “They’re probably home eating each other’s pussies. You could join them. Or Tonya… I’m sure the pair of you could have a wild time.”

“Maybe she’s ready to sleep with her mother,” Daddy added.

I sighed, my pussy on fire. I wanted to have that threesome with Tonya. Me, her, and her mother. An incestuous evening of delight. Or the two of us and my daddy.

“Okay,” I said. “Later.”

Daddy looked up. “After dinner, I will make such sweet love to you. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said and buttoned up my blouse. I grabbed my tie and vest and walked out of the classroom.

I didn’t bother putting them on. School was out. I didn’t need to be in my full uniform. Besides, plenty of girls got away without wearing their vest and ties, especially hot ones like Kyleigh. I bet she would be fun to make love to. I focused on her curves but…

Seth slipped into my imagination. Handsome, slender Seth. He was like a young version of Daddy. A bit of a nerd, but I bet he could be an amazing lover and…

I shoved those thoughts out of me as I stumbled down the hallway. I moved in a daze. I didn’t even realize where I was until I found myself at the chess classroom. I was about to open the door when I heard a moan.

I peered in through the rectangular window in the door to see Tonya sitting on the table, her back arched. She had her blouse open, her thighs spread wide. She shrugged her shoulders, slipping out of her white blouse. She wore her pink bra today, the band wrapped about her torso, the straps over her shoulders. I could just make out the side profile of her boob.

“Oh, Seth, yes,” she moaned.

I frowned. Where was Seth and…?

A warm heat washed through me as I noticed her gray skirt moving. He was beneath it eating her pussy. I was shocked by how fast it was happening. I had awakened Tonya to her sexuality, and now she was exploring it in new directions.

Her breast jiggled in her bra. She whimpered while I watched in shock. My pussy grew molten. I stared transfixed, my thighs rubbing together. My panties grew sodden, my bush soaked by my cream. I licked my lips, my breasts suddenly feeling constrained in my bra.

I couldn’t look away. I was jealous. I wanted to be in there, getting my pussy licked by Seth. He feasted on her, his head moving back and forth beneath her skirt. My friend’s whimpers echoed through the room. She humped against him, her neck arched. Her mouth parted. Her tongue flicked out across her lips.

“Oh, yes, yes, Seth,” she moaned, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. “Ooh, you’re pretty good.”

I wanted to shout out, “Is he as good as me?”

“Mmm, it’s different from Becky,” Tonya continued. “You’re more… aggressive. I think… I think I like both.”

“I like you,” groaned Seth.

She gasped. “Ooh, Seth, yes, yes, work that tongue in and out of me.”

She slipped off her bra, squirming. I watched the side profile of her small breast jiggling. Her nipples thrust out pink before her. It was a wonderful sight to witness. She groaned, leaning back on her hands braced behind her. She arched her neck, her platinum-blonde hair sweeping about her shoulders.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I watched her squirming, gasping. He drove her towards her orgasm. I licked my lips, my skirt rustling about my thighs. My breath fogged up the window. I wanted to just plunge my fingers into my pussy.

I couldn’t do that here. I was in the hallway.

My cunt grew more and more molten. The heat swelled. I wasn’t sure who I was more jealous of. That Tonya was getting eaten out by Seth instead of me, or that Seth was eating out my friend. I bit my lip, quivering.

I shouldn’t be jealous. I should leave. It was okay. They could have their relationship. She needed to find a man to love. I had Daddy. I didn’t need Seth. I kept repeating that over and over as my panties absorbed the excitement flowing out of my twat.

“Seth!” squealed Tonya. She gasped. Her right hand darted down, grabbing at his head through her skirt. “Oh, my gosh. Yes, yes, right there. Oh, yes! Seth!”

I watched my friend orgasm. Her head tossed back and forth. Her flush swept down her neck to her breasts. She fell back on the table, her back arching. Her tits jiggled as she writhed in rapture. I groaned, licking my lips.

My hands rubbed at my thighs through my skirt.

My pussy begged to be touched. I couldn’t look away as my friend shuddered through her orgasm. Her blue eyes squeezed shut as his head kept moving beneath her skirt. He was licking up her tangy cream. I knew that flavor so well.

“Oh, Seth, I have to suck you!” she moaned. “I’ve never sucked a cock before.”

“Just my dildos,” I whispered, fingers digging into my thighs.

“I’m not going to say no to a blowjob,” Seth groaned. His head appeared from beneath her skirt, pussy juices dripping down his face.

“Ooh, I soaked you,” Tonya said as he sank down in a chair. “So… I just kneel down?”

“You do it however you want,” he said.

I swallowed as my friend—my lover!—sank down before Seth. I could see her head lowering. He shifted. A zipper rasped. Then Seth groaned. Her shoulder moved as she leaned down farther. I could only see the crown of her head.

She bobbed.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Seth’s face twisted in pleasure. He groaned and gasped. He shifted on the chair. Then something atavistic flashed across his face. His hand grabbed her head, holding her as he thrust his hips.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Oh, damn, you’re more excited for it than I thought. Mmm, work that mouth up and down my dick. You’re definitely a queen, Tonya. Fuck, that’s good.”

I quivered, watching the pleasure cross his face as my friend blew him. My hands slid down my skirt, brushing my bare thighs. I rubbed sweaty palms into my flesh, my heart racing. Blood pumped through me.

The hallway sounded so quiet around me. Only Seth’s moans and Tonya’s sucking echoed from the classroom. I was all alone. Everyone had gone home for the day. I shuddered, my hands sliding up beneath my skirt.

“Wow, Tonya,” Seth groaned. “You’re amazing. You’re sucking so hard.”

I licked my lips, wanting to wrap my mouth around a cock. I squeezed my eyes shut, hissing, “Daddy’s cock.”

My hands swept up beneath my skirt. I caressed my thighs. My sticky palms crept higher and higher. I groaned at the heat bursting through me. My fingers caressed my silky flesh as I came nearer and nearer. This wonderful delight sent shivers up through me. I sucked in a deep breath.

My hands reached the edge of my panties. I felt the fabric. My finger stroked it, caressing it. This wicked heat shot through me. I groaned, my hips wiggling back and forth as my finger pressed the fabric into the groove of my pussy.

My juices bled through, soaking my fingers.

“Damn, Tonya!” Seth groaned, throwing back his head. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Drink it all down.’
My eyes widened. He was cumming in my friend’s mouth. He was pumping his jizz into her. I shuddered, my fingers pressing deeper into my twat. I rubbed back and forth. The heat swept through me. This dizzying passion that had me shuddering.

Tonya sucked and slurped. She moaned as he groaned. She was enjoying it. I loved the taste of Daddy’s cum. I hungered for it right now. His cock in my mouth. His seed spurting hot into me. I loved my father’s spunk.

“I have to fuck you, Tonya!” groaned Seth. “Can I fuck you!”

Tonya’s mouth popped off his dick. “Yes!”

I shuddered as my friend rose. He grabbed her, pressing her down on the table. He was over her so fast. She gasped as he thrust his cock into her hard. He buried his dick to the depths of her twat in a single plunge.

I whimpered, my lusts surging.

I wrenched the gusset of my panties to the side and stroked through my bush to touch my flesh directly. I thrust three fingers into my twat, gasping as they stretched me open like Daddy’s dick did. I quivered in the hallway, a wave of pleasure through me.

“Seth!” My friend moaned, trembling beneath him, her skirt bunched around her waist. He thrust hard into her, still wearing his dress shirt. His tie brushed her small breasts as he hammered her. “Oh, Seth, I love you!”

I shuddered at her declaration. Love? Already?

This wicked heat rippled through me. My head tossed back and forth. I shuddered and groaned. My fingers plundered my pussy. Tonya writhed beneath him. She clutched him, her thighs locked around his waist. He pumped fast into her, his slacks slipping off his hips. I caught a glimpse of his ass.

Tonya grabbed his rump, pulling on him. The table creaked beneath them. I whimpered, my heart pounding. My fingers thrust in and out of my twat. I stirred myself up. My juices dribbled down my thighs. I groaned and gasped.

“Tonya!” Seth groaned. “Damn, you’re tight and juicy. Oh, wow.”

“You’re big! You’re so nice! Ooh, yes, yes! I love you!”

They kissed.

Their lips melted together as he drove his cock into her. My fingers thrust into my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. My orgasm swelled faster and faster. Every thrust sent me closer to it. My silky pussy gripped my fingers, the friction burning inside of me.

My spicy musk filled my nose. I shuddered, leaning against the door as I watched them. Tonya’s cute breasts quivered when he broke their kiss. He rose over her. He braced himself on his hands, slamming his cock into her hard.

“I’m going to cum on your cock!” moaned my friend. “Oh, I love cumming!”

“Yes, yes!” he groaned, thrusting into her depths. “Tonya!”

“Cum in her!” I hissed, my lust about to boil over. I pressed my face against the glass, the metal frame brushing my temples. “Do it!”

Seth slammed into her. Groaned. His face twisted in rapture. He stopped thrusting and I knew he was unloading in her. My pussy squeezed down on my fingers. I thrust them deep into my twat as I gasped out in delight.

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Seth!” my friend gasped. Her body quivered and shuddered on the table. I knew she had joined him in ecstasy. Right now, her little pussy was going wild about his cock, milking out all the jizz from his balls.

My orgasm exploded through me.

Powerful waves of rapture shot through me. My eyes fluttered. The passion swelled through me. Wave after wave of rapture burned through my body. I groaned and gasped. This heat was incredible. I bucked as I watched them, my shoes creaking as they shifted on the waxed floors.

My heart hammered in my chest. Passion rippled through me as my pussy convulsed around my fingers. Stars burst across my vision. Seth and Tonya moaned their passion together as cream poured down my thighs.

My mind melted in rapture.

“Oh, yes, Seth,” Tonya moaned as my orgasm carried me to such heights of rapture. “I wish Becky was here. Then she could lick you out of me.”

“That would be hot,” groaned Seth. “I could fuck her from behind while she did that. I could love her.”

“Uh-huh,” my friend whimpered.

As my orgasm hit that peak of ecstasy, the urge to go in there swelled through me. I wanted to join them. I quivered, my pussy convulsing around my fingers as my free hand grabbed the doorknob. I felt the polished brass cool against my burning palm.

What was I doing?

To be continued…

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