Abby stood. “Sit in the chair, Todd.”
He obeyed. She backed up and stroked Todd between her legs. Burner watched and Abby realized she liked it. Todd was getting soft so she stroked him harder and rubbed his head against her wet pussy lips. He fattened back up nicely. She slid him in slowly and breathed out as she sat in his lap.
Burner asked, “Which hole did he get?”
Abby laughed. “He gets pussy. You get mouth.”
Burner walked up. “Fine by me.”
Abby took him into her mouth. As she pumped up and down on Todd, she realized how turned on she was having two cocks. She started to wish she had reversed the options as she worked Burner’s length.
Beep. “Abby, whenever you hear that tone, one or both men switch holes. With each tone, tell them who and where to switch.”
Burner laughed and Abby’s eyes went wide.
Beep.
Burner pulled out of her mouth. “So, you want me to take the vacant spot or you want to do a double switch like in baseball?”
Abby didn’t watch baseball and didn’t know what Burner meant, but she did get her options.
She lifted off of Todd and stared at Burner for a moment. With a smile on her face, she slowly lowered back onto Todd.
He moaned. “Oh, Jesus.”
She felt him part her ass wide. She thought it might have been a mistake, but she took all of him. Burner smiled and stroked himself as he watched. She took hold of Burner’s balls and pulled his cock back into her mouth. Todd picked that moment to thrust harder. She relaxed and tried not to bite down on Burner as Todd pounded her ass from underneath.
Beep.
Abby took Burner out of her mouth. She leaned back against Todd’s chest so that Burner could see Todd’s cock buried between her ass cheeks. Her beautiful, sweaty tits bounced with each thrust.
Abby spread her pussy as she looked up at Burner. “Show me what you know how to do, Professor.”
He squatted down close to her face with sweat soaking through his shirt. He gripped the chair where he could find handholds and thrust inside her.
Abby spread her legs outside of Todd’s legs to give Burner better access. He thrust in balls deep and she felt his full length.
She moaned. “Fuck my brains out. Both of you.”
They pounded her in both holes in a staggered rhythm that she could not follow. One of them squeezed her breast, but she wasn’t sure who did it. She waited for the beep and planned to turn around to let Burner have her ass.
Before she could, he leaned back and tapped his phone twice. “Shit. I’m about to cum.”
Beep. “You have indicated you are about to cum. Professor Burner, cum inside. Todd, cum inside.”
Both men started pumping harder and faster.
“It’s fixed,” Abby said.
“We can play again.” Burner breathed. “If you want to see a different result.”
Burner’s face contorted and he drove into her hard enough to nearly flip the chair. She felt him blast hot and sticky inside her. He kept thrusting and kept cumming until she thought he would never finish. His slick enthusiasm sent her into an orgasm.
He pulled out and her muscles tightened. That did the trick because Todd bounced her as he shot cum up in her ass.
Burner turned off his phone and pulled on his pants as Todd finished. Cum dripped out of her over Todd’s balls. She wasn’t even sure whose it was.
She left Todd inside her ass as he held onto her breasts and she sat in his lap.
Burner tucked in his shirt as he said, “This never happened. Any of it. Abby, you fuck whoever you want. Just do it in their dorm and not in Bellmen Hall either. Your pussy is not my problem anymore. Got it?”
Abby licked her lips. “Got it.”
“And take that cartoon off your computer.”
He walked out closing her door.
“Should I go?” Todd asked.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together and he grunted.
“Shut up, Todd.”
***
Corbin Burner opened his e-mail in his apartment a couple months later. He stared at a message from Abby. He clicked it and up popped a photo of a positive pregnancy test in her hand. She was sticking out her middle finger as she held it. His eyes went wide and he read the message silently, “Look what I have. This is the third one. I guess you don’t get to cum that hard inside me and not get me pregnant. I would have Todd tested to see if he was the father, but we haven’t had sex since that night with you in my dorm. You freaked him out. And I think I learned enough in your biology class to rule Todd out from that night. This is the new background on my computer. Looks like my pussy is your problem again. We need to talk. And this time, in this game, you are going to do everything I say. Tell me when you are ready to play.”
He heard his wife walk behind him and he slammed his laptop closed. Burner buried his face in his hands and took deep breaths.
Story 38
Caroline was a young lady, on the cusp of womanhood, with a passionate and fiery disposition. Even as a young child she was unruly and hard to say no to and her parents had found her incredibly difficult to maintain. As she got older she managed to hide her passions quite well but it certainly didn’t mean that they didn’t exist. Underneath her somewhat calm exterior bubbled emotions and convictions that were desperate to come out. She was born somewhere in-between middle class and upper class, and constantly found herself frustrated by it. The middle class believed in the stereotype of the women’s role – to clean the home, put food on the table and to raise the children. They had no control over anything else and certainly owned nothing for themselves. Property and money were all controlled by the husband, the man of the house, who basically took charge of everything. This meant even having control over his wife – who now became his property. This was incredibly difficult for a lady like Caroline, who had strong opinions of her own. At the same time feminism was spreading and many of the more educated women were starting to protest. These protests gave Caroline many ideas, to which she spent most of her time formulating plans in her mind. She was determined that one day she would be able to fend for herself. I don’t need a man to tell me what to do, she often mused.
It was on one of these days, a day in which she felt more determined than others, in which the letter arrived. The letter, delivered by hand to her parents, was offered over to her to read in private. Her parents knew that she was not the type of girl that needed help. If the letter was addressed to her than why should they be the ones to read it? She’d have to tell them what it said, of course, but she was allowed a bit of privacy first. What could it be? She thought excitedly. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in the house. Caroline had no brothers or sisters and she often found herself twiddling her thumbs in boredom. This was perhaps why she had so many grand ideas constantly brewing in her mind. She really had nothing else to do but think sometimes. It wasn’t often that she received letters, but when she did they were usually an invitation to a party. She was now old enough to attend parties alone and so it was not strange that she had received a letter and not her parents. She opened it up in excitement, but after reading it she threw it down to the floor in disgust.
The letter read, Dearest Caroline Bethany. We look forward to welcoming you to our Kingdom on the eve of 21 September. This betrothal has been arranged and your parents have agreed. We would like to meet you first before the ceremonies take place. We are looking forward to a wonderful evening with you. You do not stay too far from our Kingdom and so a carriage will be there to pick you up at 7pm. Yours, Patrick and Albert of Clamridge.
Caroline was fuming. Patrick and Albert of Clamridge? Who did they think they were? She looked at the invitation lying on the floor and wished that she had never read it. She wasn’t sure what she was more upset about. The fact that she was just being given over to someone (Patrick or Albert, she wasn’t quite sure which) without her consent, or the fact that her parents had readily agreed to this withou
t even telling her.
This meant that when they gave her the letter they knew full well what it was going to contain. They didn’t exactly seem bothered by it either. Caroline knew that she wasn’t the easiest child to have but they didn’t have to get rid of her so easily. The worst part was that she knew that she didn’t have a choice. She was going to have to go and meet these men and from there she was going to have to marry one of them.
The betrothal had already been arranged and just like that she felt her life was over. And why, she wondered over and over again, were there two men involved? Which was the one that was interested in her? She knew that some women would be thrilled by an invitation such as this. Some women spend their whole lives just waiting for a man to decide to marry them and trying desperately to always look their best in case they come across a man such as this. But not Caroline. She couldn’t care less.
She had no idea why she had been chosen. The more she stared at the letter, the more determined she became. Fine, she thought. She was going to go there tomorrow night but she wasn’t going to make it easy on them. She wasn’t going to try hard and she was going to make sure that by the end of the evening they had wished they had chosen another lady. Just because they were now betrothed doesn’t mean that they were married, and there was still time for them to change their minds.
***
As it turned out, Caroline’s father did some work at the Kingdom in Clamridge recently and mentioned that he had a young daughter ready for marriage. This part was not true; as Caroline had told him many times before that she was by no means ready to marry. She did not believe in all these young women rushing off to get married so quickly. Could they not think for themselves? Could they not survive on their own?
Caroline always wondered, angry that there was such a big divide between men and women. Her parents did well for themselves but they were not rich by any means and they would take any opportunity that they could if it meant seeing their daughter marry into such wealth. Her father hadn’t even tried to hide the fact that he was the one that had set the whole thing into motion. In fact, he seemed quite proud of it.
“But father,” Caroline had protested, “how did you get them to even agree to this? It’s not as if I’m the belle of the ball or anything. I’m just an ordinary girl.”
Her father had smiled, “Well your old man is obviously a lot better at negotiating then you might think. And anyway, all I had to do was describe how beautiful you were.” Caroline had blushed at first and then she had gotten angry. She was already annoyed at the fact that she had to go meet these men and now to add even more pressure she knew that they were expecting someone with great beauty to walk through the doors.
The truth, which Caroline knew but refused to admit, was that she was a lady with great beauty. She was slender without being too thing and her long hair went all the way town to her waist when it was out of braids. She had big beautiful brown eyes which had a tendency to look sorrowful and sultry at the same time and which she used to her advantage as much as she could. Her bottom was firm and her chest was full. The corsets that she wore only served to enhance her curves and no matter how much she tried to hide it she couldn’t stop her breasts from overflowing in some of her dresses. In fact, she knew precisely which dress she was going to wear the next day, because it was the one that stopped boys and men of all ages when she walked by. She may not have been born into the upper class society, but she was born with beautiful looks and perhaps that would help even more.
***
She spent the whole next day thinking about the evening that was to come and wondering what was going to happen. Her parents had assured her that she would be well taken care of and that a room had been set up for her for the night. Her father didn’t want to tell her much about the suitors but eventually conceded that there were two kings in Clambridge, both of them looking for a wife. They had both seemed intrigued by the lovely Caroline and wanted to meet her. After that they would decide which one of them would get her and which one would continue to look.
These details only served to make Caroline even angrier than before. Why couldn’t she decide which one she was going to marry? Why did she even have to marry them at all? Once again the thought she had no control over the situation infuriated her and she swore that she was not going to act like the supposed ‘lady’ her father had portrayed her as.
She spent the rest of the day moving between thinking the night might actually go okay, after all it was nice to get out and enjoy a meal and a night over in a fancy place, to getting angry and wanting to feign illness to stay at home. Her parents, completely oblivious to what she was going through, seemed excited and they couldn’t stop talking about the possibility of her marrying into the Kingdom. “Imagine,” her mother had sighed, “Oh darling imagine our daughter marries into richness.” Caroline couldn’t bare it anymore and shut herself in her bedroom, refusing to come out until the evening.
When the evening arrived she had managed to calm herself down. Looking in the mirror even she had to admit that she looked pretty. She always felt good in this dress. It was made by her mother, a very talented seamstress who was lucky enough to own one of the latest lock-stich sewing machine. An invention that had revolutionized the way that clothes were being made and allowed for a more creative and custom fit. This dress, in particular, seemed to fit Caroline in a way that was perfect for her body, accentuating all her best bits. The neckline was wide and low, with lace adornment and the silk of the dress was a deep blue. When she moved the dress moved with her, flowing around her in elegant grace. At least wearing this dress had cheered her up. She popped on light blue fabric hat and made her way to the carriage, barely looking at her parents as she walked past in stubborn defiance.
***
The trip was short and she arrived at the Kingdom in no time. She got out and smiled. Even she had to admit that the place was impressive, with its tall brick walls and large glass windows it was a far cry from the type of place she was used to living in. She decided that she might as well make the most of this evening and lap it up for all that it was worth. The driver escorted her to the front door to which the doorman took over, taking her inside and leading her to the dining room. The room was large but completely void of people and she assumed that this is where she would be meeting the elusive Patrick and Albert. She sat and enjoyed a glass of wine that had been poured for her and watched the door for someone to arrive. She was barely on her second sip when the two men entered at the same time. Both men were tall and exquisitely dressed. Each of their outfits were adorned with a tail coat, a waistcoat and a bow tie. The one had a blue bow tie, which she noticed matched the blue of her dress, while the other had gone for a more traditional white bow tie. They were both incredibly handsome and walked with an air of confidence.
“Caroline. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” said Mr Blue bow tie, flashing a cheeky smile at her and looking at her up and down in obvious delight. “My name is Patrick, and this gentlemen of no consequence is Albert.”
Albert punched Patrick on the arm and stood in front of him, looking Caroline straight in the eyes without blinking, “Oh don’t mind him. A charmer he tries to be, but a charmer he is not. Albert at your service. Although he was right about one thing, you really are beautiful.”
Caroline couldn’t help it – she instantly blushed. They really were charmers and even though she had promised herself not to get sucked in by their allures she had instantly fallen for it. Then she remembered why she was here and what type of woman she wanted to be and she immediately sat up straight and collected herself. “So the two of you run this place? How exactly does that work? Or are you both too weak to work alone?” Then she shot them a look that was unblinking and deadpan.
Patrick whistled, looking at Albert and grinning, “Oooh a feisty one. Well that makes a change from the normal girls we see around here.”
That was a surprise to Caroline, who was used to men that preferred their woman
to be as subservient as possible. “Look, I’ll be frank with you,” she began, “I do appreciate you inviting me over tonight and I am certainly impressed with your beautiful home. I’ll also admit that the two of you are far more handsome than I had been expecting, lucky for me as it gives me something to look at all night. However, what I don’t appreciate, is the fact that I am suddenly now betrothed to you. I mean, how does this work? There are two of you and one of me? What exactly is going on here?”
They looked at each other and then back at her, wide eyes and mouths gaping. Finally Patrick spoke, “Well Miss Caroline. First and foremost thank you for the compliments. We are both Kings of Clamridge. The story goes back to a feud between our parents. It’s a long story and if we had to get into it now you would be here all day. Let’s just say that the two of them finally came to a truce which ended in the two of us becoming Kings once they had passed on. I have been King for three years, and Albert has only been King for a year. We are both looking for a wife and we heard wonderful things about you.
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