New Options

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> More people are about to join Taylor's sexual orbit ...

As Emma sucked my cock, I arched my back in pleasure. _She really is very good at this._ Then I decided to add a little positive reinforcement; each time she sucked my cock in as far as it would go, I hummed a note. For Emma, this translated as a wash of pleasure from the back of her throat down to her breasts, then all the way down to her freshly-fucked pussy. With a muffled grunt, she started sucking me off in double time, doing her best to deep-throat my admittedly impressive endowment.

Don't blame me; Amy likes 'em big. About the only thing she enjoys doing more than bending over for my cock is bending over for Vicky's cock. Or maybe Dad's, but that's because Dad's just so damn good at fucking.

The other thing that Amy likes is lots of cum. She may have tweaked me and Vicky and Dad so that when we do cum, it's kind of a flood. This is no problem for me or Vicky (or Dad, for that matter); when we fuck, we know we're gonna end up as a sticky mess, no matter who fucks whom, and how. Newcomers to our little group may tend to be a little overwhelmed by how much we cum, and how often. Dinah hadn't been, but then she probably didn't know what to expect. I was, however, rather looking forward to teaching her all about sex in as many positions as possible.

That mental image pushed me over the edge, and I came. My balls (thoughtfully tucked inside by Panacea) clenched up, and I felt the searing pleasure as my … what was it? Sixth orgasm of the day? Well, whatever, as my cock spurted into her throat. Her eyes opened wide and I cheated a bit by giving her pussy another jolt as I came in her mouth, wad after wad of hot white girl-semen making her cheeks bulge.

My cock escaped from her mouth, the last few spurts painting her face and tits with my cum, even as she swallowed what was in there. For a few moments, she panted for breath, looking up at me. "Holy shit," she breathed. "That was the best time I've ever given head. Like, _ever._ It was like … like a religious experience. I swear I came when you did."

"It was pretty damn good for me too, Ems," I said, offering her a lecherous grin. "Come up here so I get a good look at you." It _had_ been a really good orgasm, so I decided to give her a reward. As she rose to her feet, looking up at me hopefully, I caressed her breasts, letting my palms brush her nipples. Just for fun, I added a little bit of a vibration to them, so that she gasped and her knees nearly buckled from the pleasure.

"Oh, Taylor," she murmured. "I'm a fucking idiot. I should've stayed with you." Standing all the way up, she pressed her body against mine. But when she went to kiss me, I put my hands on her shoulders and held her back. Just for an instant, I enjoyed the hurt in her eyes, the echo of every time she'd rejected me and made our previous friendship out to be one stupid girl pining after another. But then I relented.

"It's not that easy, Emma," I said softly. "I told you that I forgave you, not that I forgot what you've done to me. You have to earn that. You have to earn _me._ Do you understand?"

Her expression cleared. "I … I think so," she said softly, uncertainly. "Do you still want to—"

I surged forward, taking her by surprise. My lips clamped over hers and I kissed her hard, demandingly. Every erogenous zone she had lit up at once and her eyes rolled back in her head. She would've had to have been made of iron not to melt under my assault, and she wasn't made of iron. My tongue intruded into her mouth, and she let it, her body surrendering to me without a fight. I made sure to give her a good kiss though; in time, I would teach her how to kiss me properly.

By the time I lifted my lips away from hers, Emma was more liquid than solid. Her eyes, as they came into focus on me, were dreamy. My hands roamed over her body as I licked my cum off of her face; she shuddered with pleasure each time I touched her. I was strongly reminded of how I'd sent Lisa about ten orgasms past her limit, and what she'd done to me in return. Which reminded me; I did want to get back in touch with Lisa. I had an ass-fuck I wanted to treat her with. Along with a side order of 'world-shattering orgasm, to go'.

"Of course I'm going to fuck you," I said firmly. "Put your skirt and top on. Now." I wasn't really used to play-acting the dom, but a little bit of harmonic went a long way to making her less likely to argue. Of course, by this time she was so much in lust with me that she probably didn't need any nudging, but it was always good to keep in practice.

Obediently, she bent over to pick up her clothing. Emma being Emma, she added a bit of a bump and grind to her performance, which caused my erection to jerk noticeably. Her still-wet pussy drew my eyes like a magnet, along with the way her perfect ass cheeks drew apart as she leaned down. I had ambushed Amy more than once in that exact position, pushing her to the floor and taking her hard and fast. Amy hadn't objected in the slightest; in fact, bending over in front of me and Dad and Vicky had become something of a habit for her. One for which she had been amply punished. Or rewarded, depending on your perspective.

Despite my absolute certainty that Emma would welcome being taken by me in such a way—the lingering glance she sent me over her shoulder as she took her time about picking up her clothes sealed the deal for me—I controlled my impulses. After all, I wanted Emma coming back for more and more, and a quick fuck like that would be over almost before it began.

When she stood up, still unmolested, I thought I saw a look of disappointment cross her face. I ignored it. "Put them on," I ordered her a second time. Arms crossed under my breasts—I wasn't going to hide my nipples just for a bit of play-acting—I watched sternly until the skirt was fastened and the top had been shrugged on over her shoulders. Stepping forward, I turned her around and pushed her to bend over the nearest desk. She submitted with a gratifyingly prompt gasp of excitement.

Running my hands up the backs of her thighs, I shoved her skirt up so that her ass was no longer covered. As Amy and Vicky had discovered long since, uncovering nakedness by force was quite often more exciting than being naked in the first place. Her accelerated panting was a sign that she found it that way as well. Slowly I cupped her ass cheeks, then squeezed hard, digging my nails in. She arched her back, crying out in pleasure rather than pain. "Oh god, Taylor! Yes!"

I slapped her ass, wringing another cry out of her, then pulled her top down from her shoulders. It wasn't a proper restraint, but it trapped her arms behind her back. She struggled against it uselessly, deliciously. Reaching forward under her with my erect cock pressing up against the cleft of her ass, I cupped and squeezed her breasts the same way. She cried out again, pressing herself back against me convulsively. I maintained the sound nullification; the last thing I wanted was a teacher coming to see what was going on, and wanting to join in.

"So, Emma," I purred, leaning forward so that my weight rested on her body, "what would you like me to ruin first? Pussy or ass?" To emphasise my words, I bucked against her ass, sliding my cock up ad down between her cheeks. Again, I squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples and feeling them swell and harden between my fingers.

Biting her lip, she whimpered in confusion. "I … I don't know. Both?"

I rolled my eyes and gave her a burst of pleasure in her nipples, ass, clit and pussy all at once. She arched under me, crying out as she climaxed heavily. "I'd need to go back to Panacea for that," I said, not unkindly, as she panted underneath me. I waited until she was lucid once more, then rubbed my cock against her pussy and ass again. "Which one do you want me to fuck first?"

She bit her lip and hesitated. "Please don't … fuck my ass?"

The ploy would've been obvious to a blind man. She wanted me to fuck her ass, but she wanted to pretend it wasn't her idea. That was fine to me. I really, really wanted to give her a good butt-fucking, and I was pretty sure only one or two of the guys in the bathroom had managed to cum inside her ass, so she'd still be nice and tight there.

It's amazing the perspective having a cock gives you; until Panacea made it so I could pee standing up—and fuck her into an _amazing_ series of orgasms—I'd never considered the tightness of my sex partner's butt to be a major selling point. Amy's ass was very tight when she wanted it to be, to the appreciation of all, especially her. So was Vicky's, for that matter. Dad and I enjoyed that, a _lot._

Deep in my throat, I began to hum, sending an intensely pleasurable sensation spreading between her pussy and ass. Emma squealed as I began to wedge my now rock-hard penis between her perfect ass-cheeks. "No, don't!" she babbled. "Please, don't fuck me in the ass!" Of course, the fact that she was spreading her legs as far as they would go and pushing back at me had nothing to do with her _real_ feelings in the matter. Inch by inch, I wedged my lubricated cock into her, groaning at the intense heat of her bowels. Abandoning all pretence, she bucked back against me, forcing herself on to my shaft. "Fuck me, Taylor! Oh, god, yes! Fuck my ass!"

Taking hold of her hips, I surged the rest of the way into her ass until my smooth belly rested against her equally smooth buttocks. Emma bucked under me, her ass clenching around my impaling cock as another orgasm blasted through what was left of her mind.

I kept up the harmonics, playing her body like a fiddle as I began to fuck her pliant asshole. Her butt was amazingly tight, so much so that it was almost an effort to fill her up with my cock. Well worth it, though; the sensations I felt when I was buried all the way inside her were _insane._

Emma grunted and writhed and climaxed under me as I drove my rock-hard erection deep inside her soft, tender ass, over and over again. With the harmonics I was giving her, I could probably have tickled her foot with a feather to the same end. But I wanted my satisfaction too; Emma had needed an in-depth ass-fucking from me for far too long, and now that I had a cock, I was determined to make it happen.

Between the tightness of Emma's ass and my slightly reckless pace, my penis was feeling like it had been skinned by the time I felt my own climax approaching. I didn't care; doubling down, I grasped her hips and began to up my tempo. Her litany of dirty words had ceased to be anything but babbling for some little time now, but this seemed to revive her. "Fuuuuck, Taylor. Oh, _FUUUUCK!"_

Driving myself to the hilt inside her yielding butt, I felt myself begin to cum. Throwing my head back, I lost myself to the sheer blind pleasure that cumming inside Emma's ass was affording me. As each spurt of cum blasted into her bowels, the waves of pure ecstasy whited out every other thought in my brain. I kept fucking her until every last drop of semen I had was inside her butt, then kept going for a little while after, just in case.

By the time I pulled out of her butt, Emma was slumped bonelessly over the desk. I felt much the same way; fucking her had taken more out of me than taking all the guys in the bathrooms had. Slowly, I pulled her top up until she could move her arms again. At the same time, I pulled her skirt back down. Not without copping another feel, of course; some things would never change.

By the time I located my cargo shorts and pulled them up, she was standing by the desk, leaning against it in an unsteady fashion. Wide-eyed, she stared at me. "Holy shit, Taylor. How did you … fuck, how …?"

I smiled at her, then stepped close and kissed her tenderly. I could do that now that I'd butt-fucked her into a quivering puddle. "It's a secret technique that Panacea and Glory Girl taught me. You want to have any more, come on over sometime. I'm sure everyone will be pleased to see you." Dad and Vicky especially. I looked forward to gangbanging her with their help. And, of course, bending over for her once Amy grew a cock on her.

"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Holy fuck, that was … that just took all the sex I ever had and made it look like a middle-schooler using her first training dildo." I saw her pupils dilate and she licked her lips. "So … you can do that again?"

I had to laugh. "I've fucked Dad, Glory Girl and Panacea to a standstill, all at the same time. You have no _idea_ what I can do."

She let out a tiny whimper, and I suspected she'd just cum a little bit at the thought. "So … I can come over?"

Leaning in, I kissed her again, tasting my cum on her mouth. "Any time."

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**The Next Morning**

**Coil**

Thomas Calvert coughed up blood and instantly regretted it as the sludgy mass stuck to the inside of his mask. From the feel of it, several important organs had ruptured, and the warmth spreading up his stomach was probably blood from his exploded testicles. Being able to feel nothing below the waist was probably a blessing, right now.

If so, it was one of very few. His men were either dead or decamped, and the base was in ruins. Worse still, he had no idea where Harmonic might be. If he could be certain that she was dead, and that he might survive the day, he might have opted to save this timeline. But as it was, there was nothing to save. Grimacing, he discarded the timeline and reverted to the one where he'd made no move on the newest Ward.

Three times he'd tried to get a line on her. First he'd attempted persuasion. Then he'd gone with bribery. Lastly, he'd employed brute force. All three attempts had failed, with varying levels of fallout, all centred on him. There was nothing for it but subterfuge. Picking up his desk phone, he made a call.

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**Lisa**

"Up for a fuck?"

Lisa looked over at Brian, who had his more than half-hard erection in hand. Normally the sight of his cock, and the memory of what it could do to her, would've had her agreeing immediately. But since her encounters with Taylor, she had a whole new set of standards. So while she did want to get laid, and soon, the idea of Brian's BDSM gear just didn't do it for her any more.

"Sorry, Brian," she said regretfully. "Rache, you want to fuck him?"

"Sure," Rachel agreed at once. "If Alec wants to stick his dick in me too, we can make it a threesome." Getting up off the couch, she went to her hands and knees on the rug. "Just remember, I like it rough."

Lisa saw Brian's cock jump at that. "Alec, get the lube," he directed. "And the blindfold, and the choke collar. Also, the paddle."

Lisa was still deciding whether to watch Rachel get comprehensively fucked by the guys or go to her room when her phone rang. Picking it up, she checked the number. _Shit, what does he want **now**?_

As Brian grabbed Rachel by the hair and pushed his erection into her mouth, Lisa stood up. She had no doubt that between them, Brian and Alec could treat Rachel as roughly as she wanted, but she didn't really want to watch right now. Heading down the corridor to the kitchen, she sat down at the table and swiped the phone to answer it. "Yeah, boss?"

" _I have a job for you,"_ Coil's too-smooth voice answered. _"It regards the Ward called Harmonic."_

There was no accusation in his voice, but that meant nothing. _He knows I've been in contact with her. Wants to take advantage of that._

There was a heavy grunt from the lounge. _Brian just shoved his cock into Rachel's pussy. It's a bit big even for her, but she's enjoying it._ "Uh, yeah. What about her?" She found her own pussy tingling in sympathy with the pounding that Rachel's delicate folds were about to get.

" _Now, let's not be coy."_ Coil sounded amused. _"I know you've had direct contact with her."_ Lisa felt a sudden surge of panic. Did he know about her and Taylor and the afternoon of ass-fucking? Or the meet-and-fuck that they'd staged? Or about her abortive plans to abduct Taylor for a sex dungeon? Over the phone, he chuckled. _"I believe nearly everyone in New England has seen the footage of her giving you a spectacular orgasm without ever touching you. What I want you to do is get back in contact with her."_

More grunting came from the lounge. It was a little muffled, but was unmistakeably the sound of Rachel having her vagina being royally reamed out by Brian's monster endowment. _She's sucking Alec's cock at the same time. Wondering why she never did this before._ That last one was a guess, but it felt right. "I, uh, I can try. What do you need me to do once I've contacted her?"

Coil chuckled. _"Why, I want you to seduce her, dear Tattletale. Become her best friend. If she's open to the idea of having sex with you, do that too. And find out all of her secrets for me, if it's not too much trouble. Having someone who can one-shot Lung running around the city could put a serious crimp in my plans if I don't have something I can use to keep her in check, if necessary."_

Which meant that he wanted something he could blackmail Taylor with, and which he would not hesitate before using. For Coil, 'if necessary' meant 'as often as possible'. She swallowed the bile rising into the back of her throat. "Uh, that's a little extreme, isn't it? And a lot skeevy. I mean, casual sex is fine, but using that to get information on her? Plus, I'm not great at sex with strangers, if you hadn't noticed."

He sighed. _"Ah, Tattletale. So very predictable. Raising objections before I even set a price. So shall we say, a hundred thousand? Does that answer your objections?"_ Implicit in his tone was the belief that a hundred thousand should make her abandon all principles.

While there was quite a lot that Lisa would do for a hundred thousand dollars—including bending over for Coil and pretending to enjoy it—betraying a friend was not one of them. And despite the extremely odd turns their relationship had taken, and the fact that she'd very nearly set up a sex dungeon in which to imprison Taylor, she still considered the girl a friend. After all, friends helped friends get laid, right? Also, friends let friends fuck them in the ass with dildos, to make them feel better. _Actually, I kinda want a return engagement there. I bet she'd be a fuck-load better at it now._

"Yeah," she replied with a sigh that wasn't entirely feigned. "It does. You want me to find out her civilian identity too?" _Well, I already know it, but he doesn't know **that.**_

" _Yes,"_ he snapped. _"Or did you mistake the meaning of 'all' when I said 'all of her secrets'? Not one of your little band of miscreants has the wherewithal to oppose her, so it's better that you find out what **will** stop her, ahead of time."_

"Yup, got that," she replied. "Find her, fuck her, learn all her secrets. Piece of cake. Anything else?" She did her best to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. In this specific instance, she wanted Coil to believe that she was actually going to do what he said. Which she would, up to a point.

" _I couldn't have put it better myself. I'll want a report back by the end of the week."_ He hung up before she could reply; she sagged back against the chair, feeling dirty. She wasn't feeling horny any more, which was somewhat of a bonus, considering the sounds of sex filtering through from the lounge.

Standing up, Lisa went to her bedroom to find her ankle holder and a pair of clean panties.

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**Taylor**

The mornings were becoming warmer now; I didn't have to put on a jacket for my morning run. Thankfully, Amy had made sure that my breasts didn't bounce too much when I jogged; I had the sneaking suspicion that she didn't want me wearing a sports bra, or anything else that would come between her and my nipples.

My suspicion was borne out when I awoke in Dad's bed; Amy was kneeling over me, suckling contentedly on my left nipple as Dad took her from behind. Amy and Dad had really hit it off; Vicky and I were sure that Dad liked rough sex, even though he was gentle with us, and Amy provided him with that release.

I ran my fingers through Amy's hair, lifting her face so that I could kiss her. She clung to me tightly as Dad's cock rammed into her tight ass over and over again. I could hear her whimpering with the force of his thrusts, but she never asked him to be more gentle. If anything, she always tried to goad him into being rougher with her.

With a groan, Dad came hard; I could feel the tremors of orgasm through Amy's body at the same time. My kiss turned forceful and I reached down to pinch her clit; she cried out, her eyes opening wide, as she came spectacularly. Dad groaned loudly, which meant that she must have clenched her ass-cheeks in the process.

I couldn't really complain about Dad fucking my girlfriend while I was asleep; my pussy and ass still had dried semen from where Dad and Vicky had held me down and double-teamed me the previous night. After Vicky went home, Amy had grown me a penis so that Dad and I could double-penetrate her in turn. She really did enjoy that. Mind you, I loved every second of whatever we did.

Nor would I say it out loud, but I was kind of glad that Vicky was off with her actual boyfriend and girlfriend. Who'd been _my_ girlfriend and boyfriend not so long ago. And, of course, probably would be again, if we decided to swap partners again. Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy fucking Vicky and being fucked by her, in every way possible – and watching her screwing Amy's ass off was almost as hot as doing it myself – but her not being present meant that Dad and I could focus our attention on Amy. Who kind of lapped it up.

Who am I kidding? She dived in and paddled around in it. Which, given how often she could make Dad and me cum inside and over her, was almost not a metaphor.

In any case, as far as I knew, Vicky and Missy were a threesome with Dean. Vicky had a pussy, Missy had a cock, and the last I'd heard, they were experimenting to see just how many ways they could enjoy that situation.

It wasn't even so weird anymore that Missy had a penis. I'd had the opportunity to test it out for myself, and yes, oh my god, it worked. Missy had a certain amount of _enthusiasm_ about how she used it, which I didn't mind in the slightest. Nor did Amy, Denise, Vicky, Carla (who was currently in a threesome with Chris, who had his cock back but still had tits, and Denise, who was undeniably female, and loving it), Crystal, Lady Photon, Brandish and none other than Parian.

There were also rumours that she'd squished tits with Faultline, Spitfire, Rune and Squealer, though she denied that last one. I was pretty sure that she was bending over for Chris, Eric, Velocity and maybe Flashbang too, along with any of her boy fans she met while out and about. And some of her girl fans were undoubtedly getting some close and personal attention too.

Which was perfectly fine. She was a growing girl, and so long as she matched Age Cards and only had sex when and where she wanted to, then there wasn't any real problem with it. I wondered if she wanted to try matching with Dad; there might be some serious chemistry there. She was into daddy fantasies in a big way, after all, so I was pretty sure that she hadn't fucked her own parents yet. I was equally sure that Dad could scratch that itch for her in a nice safe environment.

Of course, once she found out just how good Dad was with his cock, we'd have five people in one bed (including Vicky), which I figured might be a bit crowded. Fun, but crowded. Though crowded could be fun; I had a fantasy where I was shoved into a phone booth with half a dozen guys, all naked and erect. Being held so tightly, with cocks forcing their way into my slippery orifices …

"Are you okay, Taylor?" Guiltily, I opened my eyes, to see Amy smiling at me from just a few inches away. She was still on her hands and knees, but Dad was gone from behind her. I could hear the shower running, so I knew where he was. "I was just wondering. You were moaning slightly."

"Just a fantasy I'd like to try out someday," I explained, then leaned forward and kissed her. Because that's what her lips were _for_ , after all.

She seemed to think so as well, the kiss went a little longer than I had anticipated, and it devolved into a cuddle and caressing session. Which I didn't object to.

"So, what was your fantasy?" she murmured, two fingers lightly stroking my labia.

Between kisses, I told her about it; she groaned in appreciation. "Oh, yeah. That's what I want, all right. Being made to _suck_ on a cock, almost _choking_ on it, and a cock is _ramming_ into my pussy, and another one is _forcing_ its way into my ass, and then they spread my legs even _wider_ and push _another_ cock into my pussy, and I'm so _stretched_ …"

"Whoa, wow." I blinked. "Okay, that's more than kinda hot, and I really wanna see that happen, but you were asking me about my fantasy, remember?"

She giggled and kissed me. I kissed her right back. "Yeah, I guess. I kinda hijacked your fantasy for a bit there." Slowly, she licked her lips. "Maybe you should punish me for it."

My nipples were all the way erect now. She knew for a _fact_ that I wanted her badly. All she needed was for me to give the word, and I would have a penis, and I'd be holding her down on the bed and fucking her as hard as she wanted me to.

_But no._ I had other plans. Plans which she didn't know about, but which I had to not think about, or she would get an idea that something was up. She was no Lisa, but she could still read me like a book.

"Later," I purred, with that heavy-lidded look that turned her on so hard. "Right now, we need to go for a run."

"I can think of _other_ ways to get our exercise." She pouted, which looked adorable, and stretched out on the bed … which looked _fucking sexy._ I nearly jumped her bones right then and there.

"Up you get, lazybones," I ordered her. She tried to pull me into an embrace, which would have scuttled the whole 'morning run' thing then and there, but I scooted off the other side of the bed. "Let's get out on the run, then if you want to fuck me, you're gonna have to catch me."

Fortunately for my cunning plan, I knew exactly where my running shoes were. While Amy searched for hers, I had the chance to make a single phone call. "Forty-five minutes," I said. "Be ready."

As I had already noted, it was nice running weather, even this (relatively) early in the morning. All I had on were my shoes and an ankle-wallet, the latter containing my Age Card. Amy didn't even have the wallet; from the ankles up, she was delectably nude.

Her breasts were a bit larger than mine, and bounced a little when she ran, which I enjoyed watching immensely. Her butt also bounced, which was equally arousing for me. She could feel my eyes roving over her body, and I saw her nipples hardening beyond what the cool morning breeze should have managed. I swallowed as I saw her burning gaze devouring my own naked body.

We paused at the halfway mark of the run. I was breathing hard, but not overly so. Amy was getting by; we had been running more often than not, and our marathon sex sessions were actually good for the endurance.

"There's a park over there," she said.

I looked in that direction. "I see it. What about it?"

"I've never had sex on a playground swing." Her voice sounded a little wistful. "We could go over there right now …"

I was so very, very tempted. Especially if I used the swing chains to 'tie' her arms over her head. _But no._ I shook my head. "Maybe later. We can always come back."

"Okay." She smiled and caressed my breast. "Oh, and my seventeenth birthday's coming up. You're invited, of course."

Leaning in, I kissed her. "Thanks. Dad too?"

"Oh, yes." Her voice was kind of breathy. "I'm going to make it an Amy's ass party. Everyone who shows up has to fuck my ass at least once."

I giggled. "I can't see that being much of a problem."

"Me neither." She joined in with my giggles. "More than once is perfectly okay. Trust me on this. Maybe I'll make it a bondage thing. Let them tie me up and then let everyone do whatever they want to me." She bit her lip, shivering slightly. I was pretty sure it wasn't from the cold. "I can't wait."

"And then on your eighteenth, do it all over again, but in public?" I suggested lightly.

"For my eighteenth," she declared, "I'm going to spend the day as a wall girl."

I blinked. "Wall girl?"

"Locked into a box so that only my lower half is showing," she explained. "So that anyone can touch me or finger me or fuck me, and I won't know who's doing it. Maybe in the Market somewhere. Or in front of the Forsberg Gallery."

"Hmm." I felt a shiver of arousal at the thought. "I might just show up with a strap-on. Or with a cock, if you want."

She grabbed me, kissing me hard. "Please. It would mean so much to me."

I returned the kiss. "Okay, I will. And in the meantime, we might just … practice. Lock you into the box and then get some random stranger to come in and fuck you."

She let out a happy little moan and her knees went wobbly. "I just came, thinking about it." Grabbing my hand, she began tugging me toward the park. "Come _on._ I want you to fuck me really hard, right now."

I shook my head. "Later," I insisted. "When we're back at home. We'll drag Dad back into bed, you can grow a cock on me, and we'll fuck you silly."

She bit her lip, still eyeing the park. " … okay."

_Finally._ We started back toward home, following the second part of our course. Amy was starting to tire just a little, but me running in front of her seemed to give her sufficient motivation to keep up. Until, of course, we were running down the right street, not far from home. The front door of a particular house opened, and a naked man stepped out. He was fully erect, and it was a very impressive erection indeed. I trotted to a halt, and turned to face him. Almost instinctively, I cocked my hip out, letting him see my swollen labia. _Oh yeah, I am so turned on right now._

Amy came up beside me, face flushed from the running and from her arousal—why yes, I _had_ been giving her erogenous zones a little tweak every now and again, why do you ask?—and stared at him. As if drawn by a magnet, her eyes dropped to his thick endowment, and she licked her lips.

"Hi, Joe," I greeted him, stepping forward to kiss him. He returned the favour, his hands cupping and squeezing first my breasts and then my ass cheeks.

"Hi, Taylor," he replied; his cock was even more erect than before. "Who's your friend?"

He knew, of course, but this was part of the charade.

"Oh, this is my friend Amy," I said. "Amy, Joe. Joe, Amy."

"Hi, Amy," he said politely. "Would you like to come in for … refreshments?"

Her eyes jerked to his face, then back down to his throbbing member. I could see her breathing in tiny jerky pants that had nothing to do with how tired she was. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes. Oh, _yes."_

"Come on in then," he invited. Turning, he led the way into the house. I gestured Amy forward with a slap on her bare ass – she giggled as she trotted forward – then I followed on.

"Amy," I said, as we entered the house.

"Yes?" Her eyes had not moved from his butt.

" _Copacetic."_

It was our safe word. The one word we did not utter in sex play, unless we wanted the other to stop right now. But I was using it in a different sense now; it took her a couple of seconds to get it.

During which time, as she entered the house, a black bag went over her head, blocking out all sight.

She screamed then, and struggled; two other men, equally naked except for long gloves, grabbed her hands and fastened them behind her back with soft restraints.

Abruptly, she stopped struggling, realising what I'd meant. Then she started again, but this time it was play-struggling. The jerks were just as hard, but her harsh breathing meant that she was getting more and more aroused by the second.

The two men—one tall and black and bald, the other shorter and white but both with thick erections—held her between them. One squeezed her breasts, pulling painfully on her nipples. The other rubbed his fingers between her legs; when he felt her wetness, he pushed his digits inside her, making her arch her back and moan loudly.

Joe came up to me, and we kissed again, more slowly and arousingly than before. His fingers sought my labia, and my legs more or less fell open of their own accord. "Pussy or ass?" he murmured in my ear.

"Ass. Please." I nipped at his ear in return. "Do me hard, then come in my pussy."

This was the first time that Joe was going to be doing me anally; I was looking forward to it. Amy, restrained as she was, cried out over and over again as she was brutally molested by the two men. From what I could tell, she was cumming a river, and they hadn't even put their cocks in her yet.

Joe fetched lube from the sideboard; I bent over the end of the velour couch, biting my lip as he prodded the cold slippery liquid into my tight young butt.

At the same time, Amy was also bent over the couch; her legs were pushed far apart and the black man's cock ploughed into her tender pussy. She cried out again and again, broken profanity and wordless shrieks taking the place of anything coherent. He rammed it all the way inside her, then started fucking her like a machine. In the meantime, the white man moved around to her head; he lifted the bag slightly, to give her lips access to his own erection. She pretended reluctance, then began to suck on it avidly.

I groaned softly as Joe eased his thick cock between my well-lubed buttocks. I'd had many cocks, including Armsmaster's, in my ass before now, but a nice thick cock always made me feel like I was being opened up in new and interesting ways.

I _liked_ that feeling.

Amy's muffled cries changed pitch, and I saw that the black man had shifted his cock from her pussy to her ass. My careful instructions had paid off; he was being just as rough with her as I'd told Joe. From my experience with her, she was going off like a string of firecrackers; the white guy had his eyes rolled back in his head as she sucked on him like there was no tomorrow.

Joe pushed harder and I grunted as I felt his pubic hair come to rest against my tender ass cheeks. He gripped me by the hips and began to fuck my ass; I braced myself and pushed back against him, feeling the waves of pleasure hitting me harder and harder, especially as I could see Amy being so thoroughly ravished in front of me. Her breasts were wobbling all over the place, and the guy behind her didn't have long to go before he emptied out.

The moment came; he let out a strangled grunt before burying his entire length between her tender young buttocks. She arched her back and froze as he came inside her, no doubt filling her bowels with his hot cum. White Guy pulled his cock from her mouth, and she whimpered from the loss as Black Guy slid his softening erection from her ass.

She wasn't long in waiting, however; White Guy grabbed her hips and placed his cock at her slowly-closing ass, then rammed it home. She cried out in mixed pain and pleasure, pushing back at him as he began to fuck her as hard as his partner had. In the meantime, Black Guy had wiped his cock off—I made a mental note to thank him for his thoughtfulness—and was pressing the tip against her mouth. Again, there was the briefest play of reluctance, then she was suckling on it, drawing as much of it into her mouth as she could.

Joe fucked my ass hard, as I had asked him to. I came over and over again, partly from his cock inside me, partly due to my hand on my pussy, but mostly due to watching Amy being fucked like a stuffed dummy and loving every second of it.

I was taken by surprise when Joe slid out of my ass and pushed his cock into my sopping-wet vagina. I was so aroused right then that I could've taken Manpower without too much trouble, which allowed Joe to take me all the way in one smooth stroke.

I came, right there, so hard that I nearly levitated off the couch. By this time, White Guy was hard again. He pulled his cock out of Amy's mouth, then sat on the couch. Black Guy moved Amy around, mainly by tugging on her hair—which, if I was any judge, she enjoyed immensely—and made her straddle White Guy. Her well-fucked pussy ended up on top of his cock; before she had a chance to react, he pulled her down on to it, filling her up hard and fast. As his cock impaled her thoroughly, she arched her back and came violently. Black Guy, who had never removed his cock from her ass, went back to driving it into her as deeply as he could manage, and mauling her tits while he was at it.

When Joe came inside me, I felt my eyes cross with the intensity of my orgasm. He pounded my hips almost as hard as his friends were servicing Amy, and I cried out with my climax. Pleasure wiped everything from my mind for a few minutes.

When I came to, Black Guy was pulling out of Amy's over-stretched ass, cum seeping around the edges of the seal. White Guy was still pumping into her soft tender pussy, but from the look on his face, he was just about finished.

Dropping to my knees, I suckled on Joe's cock. Predictably, although he had just cum inside me, the action with Amy had him almost hard once more. It didn't take long to get him aroused again, and I sat on the couch, butt forward and legs spread.

Amy, whimpering softly in the aftermath of repeated orgasms, was guided down to where her uncovered mouth found my exposed—and cum-filled—pussy. She immediately began to lap and lick and suckle at it, making me arch my back as yet more orgasms loomed. In the meantime, Joe got down behind her; she stiffened slightly as he slid into her, but did not pause one instant in her ministrations.

I kind of lost count of the orgasms she caused to blast through my body; at one point, I realised that I had pulled the bag from her head, but she had her eyes tightly shut as she single-mindedly ate my pussy, with a tongue that felt far too agile for its own good. Behind her, Joe fucked her steadily through a series of her own orgasms, first in her pussy and then in her ass. While initially reluctant to be overly rough with her, he soon warmed to the role, especially as she responded harder and harder to his thrusting.

It took him a while to finish the second time around, by which time I was a drooling puddle on the couch. Black Guy and White Guy offered their cocks to me, so I sucked on them each in turn; it was only polite. When Joe came inside Amy, she crashed, as did he. I still had some left, so I let the guys fuck me, one at a time. They were good fucks, and knew how to use their cocks properly. White Guy—he said his name was Gavin—came in my pussy, then asked if he could see me again. Black Guy—Liam—talked me into letting him fuck my ass. It wasn't usually my policy, but he'd certainly given Amy a good few orgasms so I got up and bent over the couch again.

Well. Wow. I was lucky that Joe had extra lube on hand. We managed it, but only just. By the time he came inside my well-fucked asshole, my knees were about to give out.

I helped Amy up, and Joe got the restraints off of her. She was still wobbly around the knees herself, but her eyes were bright and her colour was high.

"Are you sure you're all right?" asked Liam, in a concerned voice. "I don't usually get that rough with _anyone."_

"Oh … yeah," she breathed. "Oh, man. Joe, is it?"

"Yeah, that's me," Joe said. "Taylor did say to be that rough with you."

"Oh, god, yes," she murmured. "That was exactly what I needed. I want to do that again. Soon."

I grinned, thinking of Grue and the Undersiders. "I might just be able to help you out there."

She kissed each of the guys in turn, making it so long and lingering that I wondered if she just wanted to stay and be tied up again. Then I stopped wondering; I _knew_ that she wanted to stay and be tied up again. "C'mon, Amy," I reminded her. "Dad'll be wondering where we are."

"Aww." She knelt and suckled briefly on Joe's cock. "Mm. Yum. Go on without me. I'll be along shortly."

"Well, actually, we have to be at work soon," Gavin told her apologetically. Joe looked as though he wanted to skip work altogether. Gavin looked pointedly at him. _"All_ of us."

"Okay, fine." Amy sighed in mild disappointment. "Mind you, I'm gonna be a bit sore for a while. So I suppose we _should_ get going."

I kissed her and fondled her ass. "When we get home, you can describe it to Dad, then we can go for a replay."

Her eyes lit up. "Oooh."

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**Emma**

Standing on the sidewalk outside the Hebert house, Emma swallowed hard and doubled-down on her resolve. Stepping out of her designer-brand panties, she tucked them into the small satchel hanging from her left wrist, leaving her clad in just sandals and the aforementioned satchel. _Last chance to walk away._ She'd never imagined herself doing what she was about to do in a million years, but something deep within her said that it was the right thing. Besides, it would put her in close proximity to Taylor. _And she might even agree to fuck me again._

Before she could chicken out, she strode up to the front door of Taylor's house. Tears filled her eyes as she remembered every time she'd come up this same path and entered the house as a welcome guest. It had been her own choice that had steered her away from Taylor; a choice that was endorsed and abetted by Sophia, but still her own choice. Closing her eyes for a moment, she recalled that afternoon in the alley, the gang members holding her down and making her choose. Choose between being fucked by all the men there, or being fucked by her own dad. She'd only been fourteen, still a virgin in every way that counted.

She didn't know what was worse, the tears in her father's eyes as he prepared to violate her body with his own, or the knowledge that she'd had a screaming orgasm when he filled her pussy with his cum. He'd drawn the line at fucking her in the ass, so the gang members had prepared to do the job for him. Right up until Sophia had attacked. Emma had watched the slim dark-skinned figure dispatch the ABB thugs, her naked body moving with speed and precision. By the time the fight was over, Shadow Stalker had replaced Taylor in her mind as the girl she wanted to give her body to.

That moment had led to many bad decisions. She felt regret for all of them, except the ones that had led her to this very spot. When Taylor had led her into that classroom and fucked her into a higher plane of existence, she'd come out of it with a single burning thought. _I was wrong._ Taylor had not been the nonentity Sophia had claimed her to be. Now, all she wanted to do was redeem her wrongs. And, if possible, persuade Taylor to fuck her again. Somehow.

Stepping over the lower step, she climbed the stairs to the front door. This close, she thought she could hear muffled grunts and cries of pleasure from within. This made her pussy moisten up slightly, but did not reduce her resolve. From the satchel she drew one other item, and carefully fastened it into place around her neck. Then she reached up and pressed the doorbell.

The sex noises paused. Emma waited, belatedly hoping that she wasn't interrupting something special between Taylor and one of her other friends. Then the front door opened, revealing a naked Danny Hebert. His long penis was fully erect, and shiny with sex juices.

"Emma?" he said, as if not believing his own eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, Emma held out the end of the leash attached to the collar she was wearing. "Hello, Mr Hebert. I am your Pet for the weekend, if you will have me. Is Taylor home?"

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