The Ponytail Express

Chapter 9: Suite Dreams

“Big Re-ed, whoooa, nellllyyy! Wha… Haah… Yoooohhhh!” Oni’s mouth widened into an “O”, her eyes squinted in a mixture of both surprise and desire. Mia’s experienced tongue lashed into her pussy, eliciting ragged breathing. Fred had a wonderful vantage point from over Oni’s shoulder, as the raven-haired beauty rested up against his chest, left leg stretched out wide, while her right was up in the air, her ankle being held by Fred’s good arm as she accommodated both women between her legs.

Fred knew what was about to happen and wanted it permanently imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life. The day had been a mixture of frightening, exhausting, and exhilarating, and this was the best reward he could ever hope for; his girlfriend Deb, kissing the inside of Oni’s thigh while coming ever closer to both Mia’s face and Oni’s hothouse flower. The sexy blond was on all fours, muscular ass swaying sexily in the air, Mia’s hand attached to one firm globe. The redhead was on her stomach, noisily gobbling Oni’s freshly fucked pussy.

The smells in the room were fantastic. Each woman had their own signature scent, but the combination was greater than the sum of its parts. Smiling at Deb, he wanted to watch over Oni’s shoulder while the sexy athlete feasted on her friend’s pussy with Mia. His shoulder wound hurt when he pulled Oni against him, feeling her sinewy back on his chest.

“Sharing is caring, Mia.” Deb yearned to taste Oni, knowing full well Fred’s seed was in there as well. She stroked Mia’s hair affectionately.

Mia thought that was a splendid idea, slurping up an admixture of both Oni and Fred. The spicy-sweet taste surprised her; having imbibed her fair share of bodily fluids over the last couple of years, she’d tasted nothing like this. The only thing keeping her from gobbling it all was the request from Deb, whose mouth was inches away, lips parting, tongue extending. Deb looked at Mia with an intensity the tall amazon could feel in her loins. The sexy blond possessed an air of command that would not be denied. Her breath was on her face as Mia opened her mouth into hers, sloppily kissing as she shared Fred’s baby batter with Oni’s juices. Some ran down their chins, staining the bed; mostly, Mia and Deb got to share copious amounts of cum while passionately kissing each other. Deb, her lips saturated with jizz, kissed Mia’s face, leaving cum prints behind.

“mmm, geez, Deb.” Mia was nearly overwhelmed by Deb’s passion.

“mmmmmm, Mia you are so sexy.”

Mia grinned. “I do what I can.”

Deb swallowed more spunk. There was a pumpkin spice taste that had to be Oni; heady, but not overpowering. Deb felt like she could become a cum sommelier. Pulling a string of Fred’s gravy off her lower lip, she rubbed it into Mia’s blushing cheek.

“Deb, did you just rub semen into my cheek for no reason?”

“Uh huh.”

“Kinky,” she giggled.

Deb dove into Oni’s drenched pleasure palace, bathing her engorged petals with her saliva, sucking more of the combined juices out of it. Mia’s hand moved from Deb’s upturned ass to her pussy, prompting Deb’s hips to churn as the blond accommodated the sexy redhead. Mia’s strong fingers strummed a medley into her sopping muff as she kissed the blond’s neck. Deb rolled her tongue over Oni’s engorged clitoris as her friend’s hips oscillated, keeping rhythm with her face. While keeping Oni’s weeping mound in a vacuum seal with her mouth, she looked up to see Oni and Fred admiring her handiwork. Smacking and slurping noises filled the room alongside moans, grunts, and cries of pleasure.

“Aaaaaahhhh I can’t…” was all Oni could manage. Deb and Mia, with Fred caressing her chest and hair, were a stimulation overload with Oni metaphorically perched at the top of the rollercoaster ride. Shooting downwards, her orgasm crashed into her, Oni’s insides contracting from Deb’s tongue, sending out convulsions to the other muscles in her body, causing her to spasm from Fred’s hand. Her abdominal muscles cramped from Mia’s kiss against her thigh. Oni’s toes curled, her mouth open wide in an orgasmic “O” with her eyes scrunched shut, neither sound nor breath issuing from her full lips. Fred became concerned. “Just breathe, Oni,” he reminded.

Finally gulping air, she both sobbed and laughed, gradually returning from orbit as the women still worked on her over-stimulated undercarriage. “Fucking Vesuvius, Fred,” Oni reminded him before locking his lips up with her own, tongue kissing him intimately.

Deb felt Oni’s pussy convulse around her tongue; combined with Mia’s strong fingers working Deb’s own buttery crease, she had a mini orgasm of her own, holding on to her best friend-turned-lover, now bucking and twisting in orgasm. Mia had the other leg and chewed on the inside of Oni’s thigh.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good, Oni,” Deb said. She was glad the first pussy she ever tasted was Oni’s. This was a special moment for her and knew Oni felt the same way. Fred and Oni stopped kissing, and both looked down at the pair below.

“Hi, babe.”

“Hey, Deb. Looking good,” Fred whispered.

“You eat pussy almost as well as Mia, Deb.” that was cruel-to-be-kind Oni. Mia giggled in response.

“Who had their tongue in your ‘foo foo’ when you blasted off, I wonder?” Deb mused.

The sexy blond gazed up and Fred and realized there was one woman left for her man to fuck. It was time for her man to take their other new toy for a ride.

“Freddy, would you like to fuck Mia? You can unwrap her like a Christmas present.” Deb smacked Mia’s ass for emphasis.

“Hey!” the redhead responded, trying to look embarrassed but failing miserably.

Fred didn’t need to think about it long, extricating himself from an exhausted Oni, and rolling out of bed. “I suppose it’s only fair. Your thoughts, Mia?”

The redhead removed her fingers from Deb’s pussy as he came around.

“Because it’s you, Fred,” she smacked, licking her cum drenched lips.

The quartet shifted as Fred maneuvered around the bed. Oni lay in a heap on the bed, sexually sated for the moment. Deb moved behind Mia, who moved to a kneeling position on the bed. Fred stood at the edge of the bed, less than a foot away from the sexy pair.

“Looking good, Fred,” Mia drank in the sweat stained slender young man before her. While physically he didn’t look like much from a distance, up close there was some definition to him. That, and the scent of him, nearly made her eyelids flutter.

“Not as good as you, Mia,” Fred complimented.

Deb watched the two of them. There was a tiny voice in her mind that screamed Mia would take Freddy away from him, but she dismissed it easily. Mia was hers, and she was Freddy’s. She wanted to watch her man take their prize.

“You took a knife in the shoulder for my cousin tonight, Fred.”

“Glad she’s okay.”

“Will she be joining us as well?” Mia inquired.

“Oh gawd, no,” Fred’s eyes widened, “Given what she’s been through, fuck no. I’m not sure how profitable the businesses were out there or how much cash Mr. Terry had lying around, but a lot of it will go to his victims. That means your cousin, Mia.”

Mia’s features changed little.

“Cool, Fred. Looks like you’ve got all the bases covered.”

Deb embraced the redhead from behind, putting a hand in her pelvic region over her lace panties. The other was on a freckled shoulder, caressing the tattoo of the green bat in barbed wire.

Fred held his hand out to Mia, and she took it. He moved her hand to his chest; she liked the way he felt. She felt his desire, and for some weird reason, was humbled, thrilled and embarrassed.

“Before we begin Fred, we should set a few ground rules.” Her tone was playful. In answer to that, Deb’s hand snaked beneath her black lace panties.

Mia brought her free hand down to grab Deb’s roving hand, trapping it in the tangled matt of her bush.

Fred stood on the edge of bed. He leaned forward, within inches of Mia’s face. Deb was also close by, on Mia’s right side, kissing the redhead’s neck. Deb wanted to be next to her ear, both to chew on the lobe and give her orders if need be. It was time for Mia to be tamed.

“What ground rules did you have in mind?” Fred leaned into Mia, intending to kiss her, but he sensed reluctance and kissed her cheek, near her mouth. He leaned further over to kiss Deb. They shared an intimate lip lock, her face hinting at carnal pleasures yet to come.

Mia’s eyes half lidded. It was maddening how turned on she was; hearing their kiss turned her on even more. Mia knew why she resisted; she knew it wasn’t entirely her free will, and it pissed her off because if it was, she’d be doing this, anyway.

“No kissing.”

Fred kissed her on the cheek again in response.

“Why no kissing, Mia?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

“I don’t want intimacy, Fred. I won’t make love to you. I will fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, though.”

Deb whispered into Mia’s ear while Fred’s other hand moved up the redhead’s belly to her rib cage, traveling north towards the swell of her ample bosom. Mia didn’t have Deb’s six pack, but her gut was still tight.

“Mia, here’s a counteroffer,” Deb began as she moved to unclasp Mia’s bra, “you’ll make an allowance for Freddy to kiss you however, and wherever he wants.”

Deb unclasped the lingerie, but it still clung to the Mia’s ample breasts. Fred moved his hand from Mia’s, which was still on his chest, to Mia’s.

Her breasts were teardrop shaped, the bottom swells noticeably fuller than the top. Fred leisurely palmed one as he observed both the large areolae and nipples made up a raised mound that swelled, rising with her excitement. He rolled a nipple in his fingers and felt it engorge. Mia whimpered, flushing deeply.

Deb moved Mia’s face to the side so she could maul her lovely lips. Mia’s eyes closed in bliss, giving herself over to the sensations. She’d engaged in group sex before, but it was always without intimacy.

Deb wetly broke the kiss, moving Mia’s face back to Fred.

“Okay,” Mia surrendered her lips to Fred’s with a shudder. When his tongue entered her mouth, she welcomed it, moaning into his. Her hand loosened on Deb’s arm and the redhead felt fingers massage her vulva, coaxing the folds of her labia to engorge.

Fred and Mia shared a soul kiss. Deb saw little deposits of lip gloss on Mia’s neck and shoulder, marking her territory. Fred pulled away from Mia’s lips.

“Any other ground rules?”

“Yes.”

Fred smiled. Deb’s lips smacked on her neck and ear.

“Can you fuck me in the ass?”

The odd request gave both Deb and Fred pause.

“May I ask why, specifically?” Fred asked, intrigued.

“Why the ass?” Deb was also curious.

“Call it intimacy issues. When you’ve been doing what I’ve been-doing, let’s just say I learned different ways to get off,” she admitted, “I was used-demeaned. They took a lot more than my pride. Upshot is now I pretty much only get off on being degraded. An ass-fuck would be a favor,” she admitted, blushing.

Fred kissed her again, tenderly. He pulled back, looking into her eyes. She was trying to look anywhere that wasn’t him.

“Hey, Mia,” Fred began. Mia could hold his stare only briefly, because in those pools of gray there was no judgement, just acceptance. Those eyes promised safety, and she knew that was an illusion.

“I want you to cum for me,” he ordered softly but insistently.

Mia shivered, licking her lips as her hips convulsed, her pussy contracting around Deb’s hand. While in the throes of an orgasm, Fred leaned over and kissed Deb again.

Deb held him close after the smooch.

“I want you to fuck her so hard her pussy molds to your cock, babe.”

“I intend to dear, but first I want you to cum for me, too.” Fred was deliberately more forceful about it. He wasn’t sure what his woman had planned, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to get to fuck her tonight, and he wanted to give her something. Deb spasmed hard in both shock and joy, causing both women to fall into a heap on the bed, arms and legs akimbo, joining Oni in orgasmic bliss.

Mia whimpered as Fred began mauling her tits with his mouth and hand. He licked and sucked the tender flesh.

“Bite them, please,” Mia requested through raspy breath. He chewed on her areola.

“Mm mmm, that’s good. Use your teeth, Fred. Get in there! That’s it!”

As he continued working her bountiful tit-flesh, his hand replaced Deb’s, stimulating her vulva.

He pulled off her spit-slicked tits, moving his stiff dick into the V of her thighs. Mia instinctively parted, wishing she’d taken her panties off.

“Leave your panties on, move them to the side so I can fuck that needy pussy.”

Mia did as she was told, still whimpering with desire. The panties felt like a second skin as she peeled them to the side.

“Done, now ffffooooh.” Mia’s breath escaped her as Fred’s cock slid into her oily treasure trove. She embraced him, hand on both ass and shoulder while he fucked her. The redhead worked her hips to get into the rhythm with Fred, keeping her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the sensations his body sent through her. For Mia, it had been a long time since she felt this way about sex. It was like getting reacquainted with an old friend.

“Please open your eyes, Mia,” she heard him say. His eyes bore a path straight into her soul when she obeyed him, causing her to avoid his gaze, instead looking down to see his shaft gleaming with her juices as it sawed in and out of her steamy love hole. Her toes curled as she looked to the side; Mia saw Deb watching them fuck with a mixture of both desire and awe as she felt Fred hammering her like a world-class carpenter. Arousal won out over embarrassment, and she looked at him. She felt his labored breath on her shoulder, forehead, and face. His scent was so unlike anything else she’d experienced in her life. As Fred kissed her again, she knew they weren’t fucking anymore; they were making love. Mia kissed him back with an aching need for him to cum inside her. Nothing else mattered.

“Please don’t stop fucking me,” she heard herself plead. His pace quickened in response.

“I won’t stop, Mia. I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Take my pussy, Fred. Defile me. Make me yours.”

“What-are you-Ah! Doing w-with your…” Fred tried to ask; he was nearing his own orgasm as he felt her insides suck him in even further; he’d felt nothing like it. When he refocused, Mia was looking at him with a sexy smile.

“Tricks of the trade,” she whimpered. He felt her fingernails on his back just then and her eyes scrunched shut as their lovemaking tempo reached its crescendo. Fred grunted; Mia brayed, gushing around his purple invader. Fred soon followed, unloading his molten load into her core. They melded their tongues together as they kissed.

After some seconds, Fred rolled off, but immediately looked at Mia. The pair exchanged looks. “Tricks of the trade, huh?” He gasped, still trying to get air into his lungs.

“Holy fuck, Fred,” Mia panted back.

He felt lips envelop his flagging erection and saw that it was Deb, cleaning his deflating member.

“That was so hot,” was what it sounded like Deb said. Her mouth was full of his balls.

“Deb, I want to bury my tongue in your pussy. Can you bring it over here, please?” Fred asked.

The blond slurped around Fred’s cock, moving her sculpted ass and dripping pussy above Fred’s face. His shoulder ached as he embraced her hips and lower back. Her breasts mashed against his stomach as she gobbled his prick with enthusiasm, moving her pussy in and around his tongue.

Mia saw the couple and was considering a way to fit herself in before the exotic Oni appeared above her.

“Hey Big Red,” she greeted her with a kiss on the lips. She was above and upside down from her as she licked and kissed the redhead. Mia returned her passion, getting to know her new lover.

“Hey, like the tattoo,” Mia complimented, seeing the “Vegan for Life” tattoo on her neck before sucking on her tongue. The pair smacked lips and dueled tongues for a bit before Oni moved lower down Mia’s body.

“Holy shit, Big Red, you’ve got some of the biggest tits I’ve seen. I might sprain my tongue!”

Mia responded by fastening her mouth around Oni’s tit-flesh, periodically moaning when the raven-haired woman bit into a nipple or areola. Oni was much better at sucking boob than Fred. After a few minutes, the raven-haired beauty moved down further until the two women were in a sixty-nine position. Oni scrutinized Mia’s bush.

“I’ll need a compass to find your pussy in this rust-colored forest, Big Red.”

“I didn’t say this before Oni, but your ‘foo foo’ looks like a little girl’s.”

It was good-natured ribbing, because moments later their mouths were occupied with wet cunt. Oni had the added reward of licking Fred’s seed out of Mia’s sex.

“One hundred thirty-eight,” Fred pulled out of Deb’s wet pussy long enough to declare the comment before returning to his feast.

Oni looked up from Mia’s bush. “Are you on drugs, Fred?”

Fred waited for a bit to answer, munching on Deb’s insides while she wiggled in appreciation, finally pulling out again to respond. “That’s sixty-nine times two.” He hoped everyone got the joke, immediately resuming his cunnilingus.

All the ladies began tittering and laughing, then moaning.

Sometime later, Deb went over the edge, followed by Oni, then Mia.

Deb switched before Fred ejaculated, riding him cowgirl style. Oni and Mia attached their mouths to Deb’s breasts. The blond showed her appreciation to each of her new harem sisters by drooling on both one and another of her breasts. Each “sister” eagerly licked her spittle. Fred finally painted Deb’s womb with his baby batter. The blond came yet again as both Mia and Oni ate the cum out of her drenched snatch.

Fred wanted to stay awake desperately, but every man has his limits, and he was well beyond his. He drifted off watching his women have sex together.

When he woke up, he was aware of someone snoring. Deb and Mia were melded together; the blond’s face rested on the redhead’s chest. It appeared she may have gone to sleep with Mia’s breast in her mouth. Regardless, Deb’s drool had formed a river that ran off an enormous boob, down Mia’s midriff, angling off her left hip. Oni was in Fred’s lap at an odd angle. She was murmuring in her sleep. Fred moved Oni’s head off his thigh.

“mmm, cock,” she murmured, making him smile. Fred had a notion she’d been sucking him off as he slept. He was sore all over, especially in his shoulder; Fred had to go to the campus medical center, bringing Niamh with them. He looked at the trio of sleeping women; they were his harem, his responsibility. He had to make sure they all had minds of their own. He fished his cellphone out of his pocket and caught up on his contacts, especially Rick. Fred reinforced loyalty and respect through text message. He wanted to know what the fallout would be from the casino thing. Rick had been contacted by Edward Terry’s legal team and Fred was very interested in trying to have Rick meet with them in person for his own defense.

Fred sent off a few more texts to his growing contacts while taking care of his hygiene in the bathroom. He was going to shower then, though differently. For the past few days, Deb had woken him up with sex. Now that he’d woken up before her, he decided paying her back was the least he could do. Just the thought of driving into her while she slept made him semi hard.

Having taken care of everything else, he returned to the girls. Mia still snored lightly, but other than that, they hadn’t budged. Suddenly, one of them farted; Fred knew which one and covered his mouth. He laughed so hard it took him a few minutes to recover, but he had to harden back up again, so he strolled over to where Oni was laying. Fred inched his cock to her mouth, lightly tapping his crown against her lips. He held it there, watching to see what she would do. Her lips instinctually wrapped around him, and he leaned in, watching his dick slide into her mouth. After about a dozen slow strokes while she slept, Fred was hard enough for what he wanted to do. He moved down next to Oni’s ear.

“Thank you, Oni,” he spoke.

Oni moved a bit, slightly smiling in her sleep.

“My Fred,” she murmured.

He moved over to where Deb lay in Mia’s arms, still drooling around a large breast while she slept. Fred wondered if moving her would wake her up, and moved Mia instead, sliding her out of Deb’s reach so that his woman was lying on her stomach. He moved in behind her, admiring her firm ass; his both hands grabbed an ass cheek before he plunged his cock into the molten depths of her pussy. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, feeling her insides contract as he built a slow but steady rhythm. He lightly smacked her firm bottom, burying his fingers into the flesh. Her hips began responding to him as her breath became more rapid.

“Freddy,” she groaned. He changed the angle of his thrusts, laying over her so he could get near her ear and still fuck her. He moved his hands under and around her breasts, palming her tits, feeling his own erection swell.

“Morning, Deb.”

“Mmmm, morning you fucking magnificent beast.”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Deb.”

“My pussy fucking belongs to you, Freddy.”

“That’s a good girl.”

“You know what else belongs to me, Deb?”

“My tits?”

“They certainly are, but I was thinking about this fine ass.” He moved a hand from supple boob down to a firm ass globe and slapped, eliciting a moan.

“It belongs to you too, Freddy.” it drove him wild to hear her say it with her high-pitched voice.

“And I can do what I want with it.”

“Anything, please just keep fucking me,” she pleaded.

Fred pulled out; his shaft coated with Deb’s juices. He rubbed his cock around her puckered anus, sticking his index finger into her pussy, getting it lubed with her juices.

“What did I just get done saying? Please don’t stop fucking me,” Deb begged, “stick your cock inside your favorite pussy.”

“Wish granted, Deb,” Fred grinned, reinserting his cock into her wet snatch. She rotated her hips, trying to get as much of him inside her as she could. As she found her rhythm, Fred began inserting his index finger into her sphincter. Deb arched her back, which raised her ass up.

“My ass. Your finger is in my asshole,” she was letting out high-pitched whining noises. Mia began waking up while Deb impaled herself on Fred’s hard cock with his finger up her ass.

“I’m going to cum soon, Deb!”

“Cum inside your filthy cunt, Freddy!”

Fred grabbed her oscillating hips weakly with his throbbing shoulder, then positioned himself and started hammering into her, while burying his finger to the knuckle into Deb’s asshole, causing her to emit a high-pitched yip. He smacked her ass hard with his other hand and her pussy contracted, sending him over the edge as he shot a molten load into her wet depths over and over. As soon as Fred’s groin gravy painted her vaginal walls, Deb gushed, spasming hard around him. He extricated his finger from her rectum with a slurping pop. The pair collapsed onto the bed, momentarily sated.

“Your cunt’s not filthy, Deb. It should be bronzed. It’s fucking amazing,” Fred wheezed.

She chuckled. “The filthier, the better.”

“Oh, she’s filthy alright,” Mia’s gravelly voice was extra husky because she’d just woken up, and she could smell the arousal in the air.

“Mia, why don’t you bring that pussy over here so I can taste it again?” Deb asked but framed it like an order.

“I thought about it from the moment I woke up, cheerleader, but I have to see to Niamh. How long do we have to stay here?”

Fred kissed Deb’s back as she lay there, scooping a bit of Fred’s cum out of her pussy with a finger, and putting it into her mouth, savoring the flavor.

“You’re here for a month if you want to be,” Fred answered. “Should we find you a better situation we can move you into, we will.”

Deb was disappointed Mia didn’t take her up on her offer. There was a part of her that wanted to order the redhead to eat her out, but she thought Freddy might veto that. She also thought Freddy was going to take her anal virginity this morning. She wasn’t surprised, just disappointed he didn’t.

“Dibs on the shower,” Mia announced.

Deb sat up, stretching and yawning.

Fred explained, “Wanted to be your alarm clock today, dear.”

She giggled. “That was incredible, babe. Only problem is, now I just want to keep fucking you. But we’ve got some things to do today. We’ve got the meet and greet at four.”

“And how do you feel about last night?” He asked.

She smiled. “I’m more than okay with it, Freddy.” For emphasis, she crawled over to Oni seductively, parted her friend’s thighs and licked her slit from bottom to top. Oni cooed; she wasn’t quite awake, even with all the activity, but she soon would be. Deb looked over her shoulder at Fred, who watched appreciatively.

“She’s a talented cocksucker,” Fred spoke.

Deb nodded, her eyes going over Oni’s lean, athletic body. “One of her tricks she used to deter guys looking to fuck her. She turned into quite the cock connoisseur.” She kissed her way noisily up Oni’s body as the raven-haired woman groggily moaned, trying to wake up while being aroused.

“You like sucking cock, don’t you Oni,” Deb asked, her tone husky.

Deb’s lips drew a moan, but her question drew an enthusiastic nod.

“I’m also into pussy now, thanks to you and Fred,” Oni admitted. “Fred ruined me for any other dick, I think.” Their lips met, former friends now eager lovers. They stared at each other while their tongues played an erotic game of tag. Oni’s was longer, but Deb was all steely determination. Fred noted the pair were still competitive as ever.

“I ordered some food from room service, so try not to take too long,” Fred smiled. “I’m hitting the shower.”

Mia had gone to the adjoining suite, which was smaller, but still impressive. He heard humming from the bathroom, but no running water.

“Mia, it’s Fred.”

A few beats passed.

“Are you alone?”

“10-4.”

Mia’s low octave chuckle emanated from the bathroom.

“Is that a Texas sized 10-4?” she asked.

Fred entered the bathroom.

“Greenland,” he answered, grinning. He’d put on shorts, but Mia was delectably naked. The bathroom was enormous, and the shower alone could fit all four of them and maybe even a fifth. Mia was looking at herself in the mirror, but her eyes switched from the bruise on her eye to him. Fred noted traces of lip gloss in and around her breasts, cheek, and neck. The three girls had gotten busy last night, indeed. That thought must have enhanced Fred’s grin as Mia cocked her head, intrigued by it.

“Something funny, Fred?” she turned, heading towards the shower, giving Fred an unintentional show as her tits jiggled enticingly. Her round ass was still firm, and one girl had obviously given her a hickey on the right buttock. Fred guessed it was Oni.

“Given last night, I should grin this way for, I don’t know, the rest of my life, maybe.” Fred thought that was a good enough answer as he walked into the room, grabbing a towel and washcloth.

“True enough,” Mia agreed with a titter.

She started the shower, figuring out the knobs while Fred took his clothes off. She was getting used to the temperature as he stepped in. He couldn’t help himself and gave her ass a gentle squeeze.

“Morning to you, too,” Mia responded, grinning but looking a little concerned. “You sure you want to shower with the bandage? It could hurt.”

“We’re going to the hospital this morning, so I’m good,” he said.

“Alright, then. Hot or cold?”

“Pardon?”

“Would you like your shower hot or cold, sir?”

“I like the way you have it,” he answered. “Can I wash your hair?”

She grinned, giving him the “Oh, shucks” look.

“Yes, you may, sir.”

“You call me sir I think I’m a teacher, not some hapless first-year student.”

“How old are you, Fred?”

Her body glimmered with water; she squirted an overly generous amount of shampoo into Fred’s cupped hands. Stepping up into him, she put a hand around his slim waist under his rib cage with both hands. Fred felt good; Mia admired his sinuous shoulders and well-built chest. He had the kind of nipples she wanted to feast on. She could barely smell the shampoo because his scent overrode almost everything else.

“Nineteen.”

“Hey Fred, can I have that activation code thing that makes me not want to fuck you senseless?” she was vibrating, and pulled him in even closer so she could feel his stirring erection up against her tummy.

“Aversive Olfactory,” he announced. Although she still wanted to take him down sexually, she found herself able to refrain from it.

“Thanks.” She lessened her grip on Fred, and he stepped back cautiously. His hands were still full of shampoo.

“Think of it like an on-off switch. If you say it again, it will make you able to smell me again. Turn around and I’ll shampoo you,” Fred suggested.

Mia shrugged. “Can’t you just order me to do it instead of getting all cutesy?”

Fred thought about it. “Like a ‘less is more thing’?”

“Shortest distance between two points,” Mia agreed.

“Didn’t think it worked before, but I’ll try it out the way you say.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer my front or is my breath that bad?” she grinned for effect, unsure if her deadpan delivery would be seen as an insult or her just giving him a hard time.

Fred tried to sound reassuring. “Whatever you want, you’re in charge.”

Stepping out of the shower stream towards him, she didn’t turn around. He took the cue and began massaging her scalp, rubbing the soap in everywhere. Her hair absorbed the floral-fruity syrup that promised to both revitalize and moisturize.

“But that’s not really true, is it,” Mia claimed, her eyes challenging him. Fred stared back, processing what was said.

“Touche,” he agreed, “but not completely accurate.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, tell me you want out and I can make you and Niamh go away.” Fred sensed Mia tense immediately.

“That was a poor choice of words. I meant you can leave here today or tomorrow with a pocket of cash, and I’ll make sure no one remembers you.” He kept working the shampoo into her hair, moving in closer to wash the back of her neck. Deliberately, she soaped herself up, massaging her tits while he continued to shampoo her. Her nipples bounced up against his chest, causing his cock to harden to where it knocked up against her pelvis. The corners of her mouth turned up, giving the barest hint of a smile.

“Why would you do that, Fred?”

“Because you asked.”

“I haven’t asked for anything like that.”

“You just gotten out of shit situation and you’re trying to figure out if you’re in an even worse one,” Fred remarked.

“Touche,” she agreed with a grin, “but not totally accurate.” She stepped back into the jet of water to rinse her hair off, and Fred followed.

“For the record,” he stated, watching her rinse her hair, “I hope you’ll stick around. Consider it a probationary period.”

“You mean I’m on parole again?”

“No, I’ll be the one on parole, you be my officer.”

Mia thought about it. She grabbed the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount onto her hand.

“Your turn. You didn’t even soap up, Fred.”

“I was too busy watching you,” that was no lie.

“I can tell.” She glanced at his hard-on with a grin. Here was a guy who could move into someone’s mind, rearrange the furniture, raid the fridge, and leave anytime he wanted. She realized something then, relieved that Fred was too occupied with keeping his eyes closed, too busy rinsing his hair to see her realization.

“So,” she stepped in to massage the suds into her scalp, enjoying the sensation whenever his hard-on tapped her body, “how long have you and Deborah been an item?”

“Today is Saturday,” he explained, “since Monday. So not quite a week.”

Mia nodded, almost scowling.

“I take it that was after you got your-what do you call it-ScSc?”

Fred grinned under the water.

“Yep.”

Mia was intent on chasing down a notion.

“So why haven’t you enslaved Deb?”

“Same reason I haven’t enslaved you, or Oni.”

“Yeah, but why do I have an impulse to worship her every time Deb wants me to do something?”

Fred stepped back into the shower, rinsing the shampoo off.

“We gave you those impulses Wednesday night when we first met. Let me know if you want me to take those out.”

Once he could give Mia his full attention, the redhead answered.

“Consider this me letting you know.”

“You know Deb is harmless, right?” Fred looked at her.

Mia grinned coldly. “Fred, did you know nearly half of all women in the world get off on letting their better half control them during sex?”

“Nope.”

“Deb isn’t one of those women, is she?”

“She is not, Mia.” Fred wondered where the redhead was headed.

“I mean no disrespect by saying this,” she began, thinking she was treading on thin ice. Fred didn’t look ill at ease or suspicious; he looked intrigued.

“I know a control freak when I see one, Fred. Seems like you’ve been accommodating, vis-à-vis her being able to order me around. Does Oni have the same leash?”

“They were friends in high school,” he explained.

“Look Fred, you sold me regardless. I’ll stick around for the softball season, give Niamh a chance to heal, then make my decision about whether to stay. I’ll show up to this cookout you’ve got this afternoon, and I’d like to bring Niamh, provided they don’t keep her in the hospital. But I’m going to need a ride back if they do that.”

She nudged his now almost flaccid cock.

He seemed lost in thought. Mia liked Fred; He was both laid back and unassuming as hell, and while most women let those types of guys fall by the wayside, she liked them.

“I’ll take those commands out,” Fred spoke.

She was about to thank him before her eyes seemed to close.

When her eyes opened, she was lying on her bed, dressed in a pair of old olive drab athletic shorts and a black t-shirt with an enormous set of full female white lips emblazoned on the chest. Feeling her free-flowing boobs underneath, she gently reminded herself to buy more bras. Niamh rolled over, still sound asleep. A glance at the clock told her fifteen minutes had passed. Mia got up, hair still wet, realizing she felt more refreshed than she had in a long time, and moved into the bathroom. Voices murmured through the door to the suite; it sounded like conversation, not sex for a change.

Fred knew enough to know his orders were stronger the deeper they were ingrained. In Mia’s case, he wanted to put her under a few levels so insure her own free will would be able to assert itself. He wanted Mia to resist both his own scent and any other hypnotic commands as possible. He concentrated on any hypnotic commands she had been programmed with, meaning to include any others he didn’t know about, just in case. Given the nightmare she managed to endure for the last however many years, Fred felt good doing it. Mia hadn’t minded being a part of last night’s sexathon which was a plus, since he wanted to spend more quality time with the buxom redhead.

She was also right about how using the shower was a bad idea for his shoulder, which now throbbed with pain. If Mia really felt that way about Deb, there was no helping it. He hoped everyone should be able to get along, eventually. He didn’t want to have to use the “ScSc” to reduce any dramatic tension. Fred decided he would talk to Deb later tonight about being overly controlling.

They also needed to talk about Kelly Loeffler. As he remembered it, Deb had wanted her for some odd reason, and Fred had come up with the bright idea to break up a couple engaged to be married so they could each add another sexual conquest to their belts. Maybe he’d talk to Edward to see where he was at with Kelly. Fred could adjust things where Kelly and Edward were still engaged but had an open relationship. They could reunite, Deb would still have that access to Kelly, everyone wins. He checked his cell and sent a text to Kelly’s ex-fiancé. Within moments, a meeting was scheduled for Sunday morning at the Node.

When he returned, Deb and Oni were in the bathroom. Fred didn’t need to peek to know they were both in the shower and up to some sexual shenanigans; they were quite the vocal pair. He fielded a text from Thalina telling him to call her. She picked up on the first ring.

“Fred, how’s things!”

“Not bad, Thalina, happy Saturday.”

“I’ve been trying to call you guys. Hey, I got a text from your guy Rick. He sounds old.”

“Because he is,” Fred chuckled. “He’s currently in charge out at the Casino. Have you heard anything about that?”

“Both Mr. Terry and Sheriff Mackey are in jail,” she responded. “I’m guessing your boy Rick is going to jail too, Fred.”

“Unless Mr. Terry omits his name from his confession,” Fred added, “then Rick would have time to dig up any, let’s say, offline items of importance. And any he doesn’t know about, I’ll find out about, eventually. Are you in your office?”

“You know I am, Fred!”

“Have you heard anything else?” he asked. After finishing at the medical center, it would be a short walk to her “office”. Once there, he and Deb were going to have sex with the upbeat computer nerd. We would also erase a lot of her hypnotic commands and just straight give her orders, while keeping her own personality intact. She was to his plans for both keeping and expanding his influence.

“Looking forward to the meeting this afternoon.

Room service arrived when Deb and Oni came out of the bathroom looking gorgeous, of course. The pair hadn’t packed many extra clothes, so they elected to eat in their underwear. Fred shook his head and kept himself dressed in a pair of shorts and short-sleeved shirt.

“I was going to wear your shirt from yesterday babe, but it has blood on it.”

Fred grinned, then grimaced in pain as his shoulder started protesting. Happiness became concern at the drop of a hat for both lovely ladies. Deb approached, kneeling before him, hand on his knee. Oni stood on his other side, wanting to help.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I showered with the bandage on from last night. Probably not smart.”

“I’ll whip up a dry bandage,” Oni proclaimed, loping to the bathroom like a sexy panther.

“Where’s Mia?”

“She’s sleeping.” Fred leaned down to kiss Deb, but she rose instead, kissing him instead.

“Take it easy, Freddy.”

Oni came back with both a hand towel and a bottle of soapy water.

“Okay my Fred,” she began in that silky smooth voice of hers, “we’ll clean the wound first, then dry it, then apply a new bandage.”

“Would rubbing alcohol work better?” Fred asked.

Both women giggled before Oni took the cue. “That’s an old wives’ tale, Fred.”

“Yeah, silly,” Deb added, “soap and water are much better.” the women took his shirt off, then the old bloody bandage. It was slow going and they both were tender as could be. Fred was obviously in pain but tried to make light of things with a few off-hand remarks. Deb was concerned, but neither saw nor smelled an infection. Mia came in while they came to the end of dressing Fred’s wound.

“Hey, how’re you guys doing?” she floated into the room, following the scent of sausage and eggs. Mia almost immediately read the subdued mood in the room, noting Fred’s old bandage had been replaced. Deb was seated beside Fred, feeding him herself.

“Pretty good, Mia. We’re going to grab a bite to eat, then head to Health Services,” Oni answered around a mouthful of banana pancakes.

“Cool as hell, because I’m famished. We’ll eat, then head over to your campus hospital.”

UCF Student Health Services was a two-building affair nestled near the sports park, which was next to the athletic center. Saturday morning saw little activity, so Niamh’s situation proved interesting. The medical staff involved the campus police, who informed CFPD. Niamh was one of a growing list of witnesses in an ongoing investigation as police descended on both the casino, cathouse, and underground facility where the fights took place.

Fred discovered a few other things about his ability, some he already suspected. The first was that his women were crawling with his pheromones, and all of them together seemed to increase the speed at which he could directly influence others. However, the sexual effectiveness seemed to lose some of its effectiveness. There were still uncomfortable bulges and flushed cheeks and even some lower lip biting but particularly his own ladies were able to control themselves well.

Of course, Mia showed no signs of being affected which was natural considering. Fred hadn’t commanded Oni to be immune to him at all and instead of being in a heightened state of arousal, she seemed more euphoric instead. Deb had received a steady diet of “Fred’s Own Special Sauce” since Thursday night and she was as composed as Mia. About the only thing that Fred had noticed with Deb is that maybe it was the nature of their relationship, and she was still dealing with her own feelings towards the other girls, maybe she was just a touch more subservient, but it was more a slight concern than a worry.

Fred found himself capable of ordering other people around, sometimes within seconds. The unassuming former loner now had campus police and campus health services eating out of the palm of his hand. The second thing he discovered was that ammonia and similar chemicals could cut his ability. Fred conferred with his team, wielding his influence along with their opinions.

He took down the contact information for Keila Denny, an alabaster complexioned medical staffer with steel-blue eyes. Her hair was the shade of iced chocolate that made her stand out and caused Fred’s cock to stand at attention. He ordered her to obey anything he told her to do. When he looked at Deb afterwards, she looked at him with pure lust.

“When can we fuck her?” she asked, whispering in his ear.

“Soon. Should I see if she wants to come to the party?”

Deb wet her lips with her tongue. “Absolutely, babe.”

“That reminds me. We need to go meet with Thalina and fuck her brains out.”

Deb smiled. “I second that notion, but I need to change into other clothes and get ready for the party.”

Oni walked up. “Who are we fucking?” she asked in her silvery voice, bouncing up and down.

Deb shook her head, punching Oni on the shoulder. The exotic beauty weaved away from the jab, chuckling.

“Hey, no horseplay yet, you two.” Fred joked. He was surprised and a little concerned when both women obeyed.

“You got it, Fred,” Oni said, looking at him with hungry eyes.

“Frederick Markinson,” a short severe dumpling of a nurse came out to get him.

“Wish me luck, girls,” Fred requested, strolling back to get his shoulder looked at. Deb hugged him.

Mia came over, sitting down. All three women were in an area where they could talk.

Deb looked at Mia. “How many clothes do you and Niamh have?”

The redhead shrugged noncommittally. “Not enough, probably. I want a hog.”

“A pig?” Oni blurted.

“No, a motorcycle. Like a Harley or a Zero SR. That’s one of those electronic ones. I think there’s a Harley Livewire model, but it doesn’t have the range of the Zero.”

“I didn’t know you were into motorcycles, Mia,” Deb spoke.

“Big Red, you just getting cooler and cooler. Wanna wrestle?” Oni was lively today.

Mia regarded her with an amused grin but looked around at the hustle and bustle of the facility.

“Maybe later, Slinky.”

Oni pouted. “Did you just call me Slinky?”

“I did.”

“Why, may I ask?”

“Because,” the redhead answered. “you’re one of the most flexible women I’ve had my tongue inside.”

Oni caught the inference and blushed. Deb smiled.

Mia shot Deb an appraising look. “So, how’s this party thing going to go, cheerleader?”

Deb volleyed with a raised eyebrow. “Fred will be on grill duty unless Benji shows up. I introduce you, Kelly, and Thalina to the group.”

“Lina’s going to be there?” Oni perked up.

“Affirmative,” Deb said.

“Is she going to be one of us?”

“Affirmative,” Deb answered, prompting a squeal of delight.

Mia and Deb exchanged looks.

“She’s your friend,” Mia drawled.

Deb looked at Oni. “Are you ok? You’re bouncier than usual today. Should I be concerned?”

Oni looked at both women, smiling, but suddenly getting deadly serious.

“I feel like-I feel like I can do anything.” The exotic beauty’s usually silky voice quivered with emotion.

“Euphoric,” Mia offered. Oni looked at her, nodding. A tear suddenly rolled down her cheek.

“What happened today was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. And I mean anything.”

Deb hugged Oni, getting close to her ear. Oni melded her body into Deb; both fought the urge to ravish each other.

“Oni, I’m ordering you to calm down.” Deb felt the raven-haired beauty finally start to calm down.

“Ok, D. I want to taste you so bad right now.” She gave Deb puppy dog eyes.

“That will not work.” Deb clucked.

Mia interjected. “Grab her ass and squeeze, that’ll work.”

With Oni calmed down and even giggling, Deb explained the plan, which was to have a grill ready to go by the pool. Swim trunks were required, and they were the only group slotted from 4 to 7pm. The others would bring food as well, but Fred and Deb needed to talk to Thalina to arrange a bit more for the event.

“So, Lina is short for Thalina; I dig the name. Who else is showing up?”

“I texted you the list.”

Mia looked at all the names on her cell. It read, “Alexandra, director of Ops. Mia, Caslyn, Iris, Bailey, Sarah, core.”

She supposed those were the best players. Reading further, “Imani, Daliliah, Kelly, Martha and Mary (Boltzman twins), Kayleigh, Jessica, Thalina, Oni.”

The last line had a P.S. for her; it read, “PS Mia, I want you to wear this tonight,” and then a link to what was a hot little two-piece bikini that seemed stylish without being slutty. It made Mia smile, because the cheerleader was in for a surprise when the redhead showed up in her leather pants and a badass tank top on over a comfortable bra.

Another text shot in from Fred. It read, “Waiting for the doctor. Seriously, I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight. I hope I won’t be too exhausted to enjoy it. I don’t know what Deb has planned for the meeting, but I’m giving her carte blanche. I know you figure prominently in her plans not for this afternoon but for the team in general.

If you were still under my control, I would order you to behave yourself this afternoon. I’d also tell you that Deb will be with me tonight so include her into your plans. I’d order you to get a strap-on from Thalina and at some time in this evening’s lovemaking to use it to fuck Deb up the ass. I’d also order you to come for me in public right now.

You’re welcome.”

Mia laughed, not because of the timing, but because she felt no impulse to do anything that Fred ordered her to do. He’d been true to his word; she knew what she wanted to do.

Of course, Mia assumed Deb would be around. Her plans included her as well. Unless things took a hard right turn over the next twelve hours, the current plan wasn’t too special, just a concession of sorts, to smooth things over.

Deb was intrigued, watching Mia. Fred had to have sent her something. Was it an order to tell her to be happy? Maybe a joke? Mia didn’t seem like the type. She would have to ask Fred about it when he came out. Regardless, Mia was the happiest she’d ever seen her.

Mia looked at Deb and got up to come over to sit beside the blond. Her hand was rough and callused as she took Deb’s equally rough hands.

“Deb, would it be okay if I hugged Fred first when he comes out?”

The blond-haired coed was beyond intrigued at this point.

“Sure, you can, Mia. Just don’t manhandle him, we’re going to see Thalina after he gets out.”

Mia tried to be as covert as possible with all the people around. The trio were getting a few stares in the waiting room.

“Alright. Got a question for you, Deb.”

“I have about ten for you as well.”

Mia whispered, “Can I take you into the bathroom and eat your pussy?”

Fred remembered weekends with his dad fondly. The activity of choice they bonded over was the shooting range. His father taught him the importance of gun safety and not to touch his dad’s guns. “If any friend of yours tries to convince you to borrow or use any gun, anywhere at any time,” his father said once, “they are not your friend.” From safety came proper maintenance and care. Before he’d fired his first round, Fred could field strip several of his dad’s weapons with relative ease. There were a lot of great memories of quality wrapped up into firearms, which is why Fred was suspicious of Dr. Cavanaugh, who smelled suspiciously like gun oil. He supposed the good doctor was a gun aficionado, but that was highly unlikely. Plus, the smell of his hands, even washed, was evident.

The doctor also had a respirator on, and as such would possess a natural immunity to Fred’s pheromones, which was red flag #2. A surgical mask wouldn’t have been a big deal, but you wore a respirator when there were other things going on than simply a gash on the arm. The nurse who asked all the prep questions didn’t have a respirator, so why did he?

“Mr. Markinson,” Dr. Cavanaugh began, “it would appear your wound has become infected. I’m going to disinfect then stitch up the wound.”

Strike three motherfucker, Fred thought.

“Crap, I’d like to let my girlfriend know, doctor.” Fred asked, taking out his cell out of his pocket with his other arm, trying not to move too much.

“Try not to use your cell, Mr. Markinson,” the fake as fuck doctor suggested. Fred did indeed try not to use his cell but decided he should fail miserably at that task. He turned down the volume.

“Will do, doc.” Fred decided if they wanted to kidnap him, they could’ve done it a hundred times the last week. Maybe this was an opportunity to put surveillance on him. They’d find a way to put a bug on him.

“No worries. I’ll apply a spray that should numb the area before I begin.” Immediately, Fred felt a cold spray on his back shoulder. He suddenly realized a great way to bug someone would be to put it into their body. His wound was literally a perfect target. Cancelling his text, instead he decided to hit record, both audio and video, then minimize the feed so it couldn’t be easily seen. By the time he had rigged that, the good doctor was starting to clean the wound he had lied about being infected.

Fred guessed if his bug theory was correct it would have to be tiny enough so the body wouldn’t reject it, maybe something that eventually dissolved. That would mean state of the art hardware, so that meant one of the three letter agencies, like FBI. That made a lot of sense to Fred. After last night, they’d gotten wind of him. Maybe even had an agent on the inside, like the driver or even Rick.

Holy fuck, what if it was Rick or the woman, Minka. Fred suddenly had a laundry list of things he needed to do this next week, none of them having anything to do with college or expanding his harem. He needed more influence over the local police. His control was finite; not everyone was susceptible to the ScSc. He needed to hire an attorney and wanted to use the firm who was defending Mr. Terry. Yull, Petechons, and Graham as he recalled. He needed someone like a journalist on his side.

“Finished, Mr. Markinson. Just let me clean the area a bit more and we’ll wrap this up.”

Dr Cavanaugh’s scent was getting ingrained into Fred’s memory banks. His soap, aftershave, minor heartburn, every detail he could garner. Fred held his cell as nonchalantly as he could, angling it so the camera might get the man’s face a few times. Thalina could track him down.

Nothing else happened. The doctor finished up and left the room, giving him a decent line about taking care of the bandage, how to clean it, and prescribing some painkillers from the local pharmacy. Fred offered a handshake before he went, and the man took it hesitantly.

“Thanks again, doc.”

“You’re welcome, Mr Markinson.”

Before Fred came out, he sent the file to Thalina with an urgent request to see if there was a Dr. Cavanaugh at the medical center that looked like the guy in the recording. By the time Fred strolled out, she’d already responded to his text. “On it.”

The girls saw him at once, and it was strange watching their reactions. He was never that popular, so things like fanfare and adoration were still foreign to him. Seeing people like Oni reject him was the reality he had been used to. Seeing Oni was ready to run to him before Deb put an arm on her to stop her. Mia got up and strode over more quickly than usual. Usually, he’d be ready to dodge an attack, but as she neared it was obvious, she wanted a hug.

He received her embrace. She hugged him tightly, and he knew why; it made him grin. It was also obvious from her smell that her mouth had been on Deb’s pussy less than around 15 minutes ago.

“I can’t thank you enough, Fred. I’ve got a present for you, it’s sexual, and let me know when you have time so I can properly give it to you.” Mia kissed him lightly on the lips, but he pulled her closer so he could linger since she tasted like Deb.

“You deserve a break, Mia. You and Deb had some fun before I came back.”

Deb sashayed up, kissing him on the lips, not caring about stares. Fred could tell that Mia’s finger or fingers stained with Deb’s insides had also been inside her mouth.

“Ready for our appointment with Thalina, babe?”

He nodded, grinning.

Oni wanted to get in on the action, kissing Fred as well.

“When can I suck your dick?” she asked, silken voice dripping with desire.

“Soon, Oni,” Fred hugged her, looking at Mia. “How’s Niamh doing?”

“They’re keeping her overnight for observation. I know you and Deb need to run some errands, so I’ll hang out here. If I get bored, I’ll walk the campus.”

Fred nodded. “Oni, stay with Mia.” He leaned closer to the exotic beauty. “I order you to obey her. I’m going to send you girls a recording of the doctor who operated on my shoulder. If you see him, let me know.”

She nodded, smiling. “Okay, Fred.”

Saying his goodbyes to both Oni and Mia, the pair left. It felt good to walk over to Tremodien Library. Fred and Deb held hands, making small talk. Deb was having such a good time she forgot she was going to change clothes. Texting Thalina for an assist, the cute computer nerd said she was on the case and would have something sent over within an hour.

Saturday before finals week, there were students at the library, but none in the labyrinthian depths where Lina stayed. As the couple came in, the light was off, but some candles were lit. Her webcam was on, and Lina was dressed in a black floral half buttoned midi tea dress. Her sandals were off. She stood up from her comfortable seat, smiling as they came in; Deb was disheveled but gorgeous as usual; Fred was his usual unassuming self. He strolled confidently over to her. He could smell her excitement, and he felt particularly lucky such a pretty woman was so adept at moving through the deepest parts of the internet.

“Hello, Thalina,” he spoke, taking her into his arms. She melted into him, and when he kissed her, she responded, parting her lips to take his tongue inside. It was interesting with Lina’s braces, but she had full lips and knew how to use them. After a bit, he pulled his mouth off hers with a smacking noise.

“Nice dress, Lina,” Deb said, coming around behind the mocha skinned beauty, kissing her neck and embracing her.

“Oh god this is so nice,” Thalina purred before Deb’s tongue sought refuge inside her mouth. Their tongues dueled while Fred undressed her. The sexy nerd wasn’t idle, undoing Fred’s shorts from the front.

The trio disrobed quickly, wanting to get to it; foreplay was a foregone conclusion. Thalina had a graceful body and wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was trimmed to a thin landing strip. Small, conical breasts with prominent, light nipples were appetizing and Fred partook for a time. Lina focused on his hard cock, keeping one hand on it, stroking, while her other pawed at Deb.

Deb’s breasts pressed up against Lina’s back, while her fingers embedded themselves into the sexy hacker’s lady garden.

“Your fingers feel so good, Deb,” she complimented as Fred moved to sit in her chair, his erection pointed angrily upwards.

“Mouth or pussy, Lina.”

“Fred, I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you,” she admitted, turning to kiss Deb before moving to straddle Fred, facing him. Deb leaned back against the wall, masturbating while the sexy hacker fucked Fred for all she was worth, her square shaped ass gyrating erotically, pussy contracting around his man meat.

“Give me the monster fuck of my life sir,” Lina requested, voice dripping with lust. She kissed Fred, keeping up her pace, which was slower than he wanted. Fred grabbed her haunches, turning her around, reverse cowgirl style. Deb took the cue, sashaying in front of Thalina, bending down to tongue wrestle her before moving to her breasts. As Fred pounded Lina, she had a front-row seat to the under-boob tattoo she’d dreamt of. The hacker worshiped it, tonguing the inked flesh before sucking on the swells of Deb’s rack, kissing and fondling the supple flesh, bathing them in her saliva, grazing them with her teeth. Deb could feel the metal from her braces, a delicious blend of some pain and much pleasure. Her tits had never been munched on the same way; Deb liked it.

“Please spank my ass, Fred!” Lina wailed.

Fred moved Lina to the floor, hammering into her from behind while she devoured Deb’s pussy. He honored her request, spanking her bottom.

“Lick my yummy cunt, Lina,” Deb purred, pressing the hacker’s face further into her wet crevice.

Fred kept up his assault on both Lina’s soaked honeypot and smacking her ass. Soon, the bespectacled cutie began trembling in the throes of an intense orgasm. Deb went over the falls next, her high-pitched cries reverberating in the small room as she cracked her marbles around Lina’s mouth and three fingers.

Feeling his impending orgasm, Fred pulled Deb in for a soul kiss, exploding into Lina’s eager muff as he moaned into his lover’s mouth. He gave the sexy submissive one more smack on the ass for good measure, eliciting a yelp and giggle. She looked over her shoulder at Fred, lips and chin glistening with Deb’s juices.

“Thank you, sir,” she cried. The trio reoriented as they came down from their love set. After a long, three-way kiss, Fred regarded Thalina.

“Hey Lina, how’s it going?” The two women giggled.

Lina sighed. “That was amazing, Fred. Please tell me this isn’t a one-off.”

He looked at Deb, who planted a nice, long, wet kiss on Lina’s lips.

“Consider it a full-time thing, Lina. You’re part of the Ponytail Express and a member of Freddy’s harem. Can you be available for him whenever he needs this succulent ass?” Deb pinched Lina’s sexy bottom.

“He can have my ass and anything else.” the cute geek promised, smiling shyly before capturing Fred’s lips in her own.

The trio came down from their lovemaking, got dressed, then went over the situation.

“Thanks again for smacking the salmon with me, guys. That was amazing.” Lina cleared her throat. “It was also out of range of the webcam.”

“What have you found out so far, Lina?” Deb inquired.

“Yes, well, a status report on Mr. Terry’s bank accounts. Most of them have been seized by the police already, but there is one that I got ahold of. There’s reason to believe he has more, Fred. You’ll have to get it out of him.”

Lina sat in her chair; Deb sat on the arm; her hips nestled into Lina’s shoulder. Fred sat in a chair next to Deb. They were all clothed.

She sighed. “I just texted each of you how much money the fund got and how much money the PE fund received.”

Deb rubbed Lina’s shoulder. “The plan is to use Mr. Terry’s money to set up an account in the Ponytail Express name for uniforms and travel expenses. The rest goes to the victims.”