Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Thirteen: Voyeuristic Discoveries

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Sam Davies

Confusion billowed through me. Daddy was talking to someone that wasn’t here as he stared at his phone, his cock throbbing as it thrust before him. Frowning, I wanted to understand all of this. I grabbed his cock, fresh from my ass, as I knelt.

“What’s going on, Daddy?” I purred then licked the tip, tasting the sour flavor of my asshole. It was such a naughty treat. My asshole ached from being fucked, his cum leaking out of me. We were in a side room in my Christian college’s office.

“I found Player Two,” he said, my tongue dancing around his cock.

“Who?”

“My opponent.”

I stroked his cock, frowning at him. “It’s a game? This editing power you have?”

“Sort of.”

I flicked his dick again, savoring more of my sour asshole. Did Daddy edit me to like the taste of my own ass on his cock, or was I just a kinky girl? “Are you winning?”

“I’m going to now that I know who I’m up against.” He laughed while my lips sucked on the tip of his cock. His precum spilled over my mouth. “He’s been manipulating me while I scrambled to find him. After tomorrow, once I’m mayor…”

I grinned at the way he smiled. I sucked and nursed on his cock. This was so hot. I loved games. I used to play them all the time with my brother. I kicked his ass in Street Fighter or Smash Bros or Mortal Kombat.

Daddy groaned, such a triumph in his expression. I was so glad to understand this. I was tricked into my emotional turmoil. While Daddy had edited me, he didn’t make me love him. My feelings for him were natural. He just made it so I could love him. That everyone who mattered accepted our incestuous love.

My lips sealed around his shaft. I bobbed my head. I sucked hard. His precum spilled over my tongue. I danced my tongue around his cock. The sour flavor of my asshole only spiced this wonderful delight. My pussy itched and ached as I loved my daddy.

“Damn, Sam,” he groaned. His hand slid through my short, fiery hair. He grabbed a fistful of my locks with a tight grip. “Fuck, you’re an amazing daughter.”

I shuddered in delight. My pussy cream dribbled down my thighs as I took more of his cock into my mouth.

I had to buff his dick clean of my ass. I had to take him all.

My lips slid farther down his shaft. He groaned, his handsome face contorting with pleasure as his cock pressed into the back of my throat. I swallowed him. I relaxed my throat and slid my lips down his shaft. The sour flavor of my ass filled my mouth as his dick reached down my gullet.

I deep-throated Daddy. My lips pressed into his dark pubic hair. I breathed in his manly musk. My throat swallowed, working against his shaft. I massaged him. I sucked hard. I moaned. My passion hummed around his dick. I gripped his hips, reveling in the flavor of my asshole.

I cleaned his cock.

I was such a loving daughter.

I slid my shaft up Daddy’s dick. I sucked the entire time. The sour flavor of my ass swelled for a moment. Drool ran down my chin. I sucked and slurped. This was so wonderful. My pussy itched. Cum dribbled out of my asshole and across my taint. The naughty spunk reached my pussy, coating me.

I swallowed his cock again. I slid his shaft down my throat. I polished the entire length of his cock. His chest rose. My right hand slid up his body and crossed his fit stomach to his chest. My fingernails scratched at him as I loved him.

“Damn, Sam,” he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s amazing. You’re such a loving daughter.”

Joy burst in my heart.

My head twisted from side to side. I sucked. Slurped. I loved him. Precum spilled over my tongue. The sour flavor of my ass faded as I cleansed him. My hand felt the strength of his body. I left red lines as my fingernails scratched.

He growled. I could tell he was close. I slid my mouth up to the tip of his cock. I sealed around just the tip of his dick. I fluttered my tongue around the crown. His dick twitched. He let out a loud groan of passion.

His incestuous cum fired into my mouth.

“Sam!”

His hot cum splashed against the back of my throat. It spilled over my mouth. It was amazing. I sucked it down. I gulped it. His amazing spunk felt delightful on my tongue. Thick and creamy, full of his seed. I gulped it down. I swallowed it all.

His face contorted. He grunted. Groaned. My pussy clenched. More cum dribbled out of my asshole. I whimpered as Daddy fired the last of his cum into my mouth. I savored it, letting it play across my tongue.

It was amazing.

I popped my mouth off his cock and swallowed the last load. “Oh, Daddy, you’re going to win!”

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James Davies

The college’s library felt so empty as I worked on the last drawing. I just didn’t have time to go anywhere else. I had to finish this drawing. It had been itching at me all day. My Copic marker finished drawing the line of the elegant girl.

Aoi wore a kimono in this inching. I pictured her short, indigo hair framing her graceful and loving face. She looked so graceful. A regal beauty from another age. She had this look in her eyes that she loved her man and supported him.

Orihime and Ruri kissed nearby. Every time I started drawing now, they would amuse themselves. They were happy. They weren’t bugging me any longer. They let me finish it. I just had to get Aoi drawn. She was the last one.

I drew the final line. I groaned, feeling the magic of my godhood tingle through the paper. Usually, they didn’t come alive here. They stayed on the page until needed. There was a sketchbook at Dreamgirl Delights just full of my drawings and girls to come to life. I had lost track of how many I drew.

I felt like I should summon her. It was right. Aoi blossomed. She stepped out of the page, color spilling over her, her kimono a wonderful purple wrapped about the Japanese girl’s body. She grew to her full size, her blue hair swaying short about her shoulders. It was an adorable style.

“Oh, my, she’s cute,” said Orihime, breaking the kiss.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back in the chair.

Aoi knelt down before me then bowed in the supplicating way of the Japanese. My heart rushed as she sat up. She had such a gentle smile on her face. “I’m the last one, James-sama.”

Sama… It was a Japanese honorific. It meant “lord” or “master.” A term of great respect.

“You have done well.” She straightened as she knelt. Her hands reached behind her, undoing the wide obi, the belt that held a kimono closed, and undid it. My heart felt tight as it slipped off. Her kimono slipped open. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Her breasts, while not as large as Orihime’s, swayed before her, her skin that pale-olive of a Japanese woman, nipples hard.

“Oh, my, she’s a friendly one,” said Ruri.

“You like friendly women,” Orihime said.

“Idiot, no I don’t!” Ruri gasped.

“Oh, then why is your hand in my panties?”

“You put my hand in your panties!” hissed Ruri.

“And it’s still there,” Orihime purred. “You love friendly women, you cute girl. And now your finger is wiggling inside of me. Oh, Ruri, I can return the favor.”

Ruri groaned.

Aoi slipped all the way out of her kimono, her short, blue hair framing the loving face. She cupped her soft breasts, kneading them in her hand. She shifted on her knees, moving closer to me. I swallowed, my heart beating faster. My women kissed behind me, loving each other.

I shot my hand down and unsnapped my jeans. How long had it been since I had sex? I had been so focused on drawing. I had to get all the girls finished. And I had. It was wonderful. I could relax now. Enjoy myself.

I pulled out my cock. It thrust hard out of my gray slacks. I loosened my tie as Aoi piled her lush tits around my dick. I groaned at the silky feel of her tits around my shaft. She smiled up at me with such loving delight in her eyes as she squeezed her tits around me.

I groaned as she worked her tits up my cock.

“Damn,” I panted.

“Ooh, she’s giving you a titty fuck,” purred Orihime. “Do her tits feel as good as mine?”

“Is there a safe way for me to answer that?” I groaned as Aoi worked her breasts up and down my cock. She massaged me, her nipples rubbing against my stomach through my dress shirt.

“No,” Ruri answered. “Orihime!”

I threw a look behind me and groaned. Ruri’s blouse was open. Her small breasts were out and Orihime was sucking on them. Ruri’s gray skirt was bunched around her waist, Orihime’s hand working in Ruri’s panties. She was returning the favor, Orihime’s blouse unbuttoned, her tie dangling between her tits along with her new gold cross my mother gave me to give to Orihime.

Both my women loved their new crosses.

I watched them as Aoi worshiped my cock. Her tits slid up and down me, my toes curling. It was so good to relax. All the tension of the last two weeks melted away. I smiled, my balls aching as those lush breasts caressed me. They swallowed my cock’s tip over and over again.

“Your women are affectionate, James-sama,” purred Aoi.

“Yes, they are,” I said, watching Ruri’s cute face twist in passion. Her blue-purple pigtails swayed around her shoulders. My nubile lover moaned as Orihime sucked on those fine, little titties.

Orihime’s orange hair spilled around her shoulders. Her hips wiggled back and forth, Ruri’s hand busy between her thighs. Ruri’s little moans echoed through the library. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her hand, the one not busy fingering Orihime, grabbed my busty lover’s shoulder, gripping her.

My dick twitched and throbbed in the embrace of Aoi’s tits. My precum spilled out, coating her inner flesh. I sucked in a deep breath. My balls tightened as my load of cum built and built. I had so much to give her.

“Oh, James-sama, release all your passion upon me,” Aoi moaned. She squeezed her tits tight around my cock. “Just spurt your spunk on me.”

“Yes, yes, do it, James,” moaned Ruri. Her fingers gripped Orihime’s shoulder. “You deserve it.”

Orihime moaned her agreement around Ruri’s little nub.

“Yes, I do,” I panted, staring back down at Aoi.

Her indigo eyes stared up at me. She had such a loving smile on her lips. She worked her tits faster and faster. She massaged me. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. The building pressure tensed the crown of my cock. Precum spilled around me.

My chest rose and fell. My shirt fell so tight. Aoi wanted it. I could see it in her eyes. She just wanted to please me. To make me happy. Ruri squealed in the background as my balls tightened. My cum came to a boil.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

My cum erupted from my dick. It splashed up and splattered Aoi’s sweet face. She kept smiling at me as my pearly jizz splashed over her. It coated her lips. Her tongue darted out, gathering up the salty spunk. I painted her features. It dripped down onto her breasts.

“Oh, yes, James-sama!” she moaned as she worked her tits up and down my cock, massaging me.

My cum spilled over her breasts. It splattered those lush mounds. The pleasure shot through me again and again. Rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst before me. I groaned out my ecstasy. My chair creaked as the last spurt of cum dribbled over the edge and coated her inner slopes.

“Yes, yes, yes, Orihime!” Ruri moaned behind me.

“Oh, James-sama, you were so backed up,” moaned Aoi. She sank back from me, pulling her tits from my dick. Her large breasts swayed. They were coated in my spunk.

“Let’s go lick her clean, Ruri!” Orihime moaned.

“What?” Ruri gasped, sounding dazed, lost in an orgasmic fog.

Orihime pulled Ruri off the table and dragged her past my chair. Ruri stumbled, her small titties jiggling, her cheeks flushed and lips glistening. I smiled as Orihime fell to her knees and darted her head down, licking up my cum off Aoi’s tits.

“Oh, Orihime-sama,” moaned Aoi. “Ooh, you are such an affectionate woman.”

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

Ruri squirmed, still holding Orihime’s hand. Her other was coated in pussy juices. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her fingers to my mouth. Ruri shuddered as I sucked Orihime’s sweet pussy cream from her digits. My cheeks hollowed.

“Come lick her clean, Ruri,” Orihime said.

“Idiot, I’m not—” Ruri’s words broke off in a squeak as Orihime tugged her down to her feet. My cute lover landed on her knees, her pigtails bouncing. Then she was jerked down. She squirmed and then licked up cum off Aoi’s other tit.

“Damn,” I groaned, watching my women work, Aoi beaming the entire time. “We should continue this at Dreamgirl Delights.”

“Nope,” Orihime said. “It’s Friday. It’s date night. You’re done with your drawing. Rei and Asuka can run the club just fine.” Rei was the third girl I made. I created her for Seth to be his girlfriend. Then Asuka joined had joined Rei as Seth’s second lover.

“It’ll be fine, James-sama,” Aoi said. “I will aide them, too. Your girlfriends deserve to have some special time with you.”

Without that pressure to draw, I nodded my head. “Sure. Going out and doing something sounds great.”

“Too much drawing is bad for you,” Ruri said as she lifted her head and glanced at me over her shoulder, a bit of my cum on her chin. “You can be such an idiot, James.”

“Good thing I have you to look out for me,” I said, stroking her head.

Her cheeks went crimson with a blush and her expression softened.

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Steve Davies

Unlike usual, Linda drove me home. I was staring at my phone, watching Seth Myers through the app.

Sam was in the backseat, not heading home with her friends. She had avoided any punishment for the outburst. Linda’s seduction of Rosemary Blum had worked out well. Sam would have to deliver an apology to her class and would be on her best behavior for a few weeks. If she did anything else, she’d be suspended.

“What does he want?” asked Linda.

“No idea,” I said, watching Seth. “He’s been quiet so far. Nothing about him seems out of the ordinary.”

“Well, what’s he doing now?” my wife asked.

“The same thing he’s been doing,” I said. “He’s beating Becky in a game of chess and teaching her about the mistake she just made. How to read opponents and be better.”

“Well, why is she doing that?” my wife muttered. “You know how Becky was acting weird earlier this week.”

I nodded.

“Well, she suddenly found herself attracted to him.” My wife shook her head. “I thought it was normal. You know, some infatuation. I told her she had a choice, to be faithful to you. Those feelings didn’t matter, they were normal, and so long as she didn’t act on them, there was nothing wrong about it.”

“Interesting,” I said. I opened the screen and opened Becky’s profile. I headed to her Spiritual Menu.

Spiritual

• Sexuality

• Faith

• Morality

• Social

I tapped on her Social Sub-Menu and then her Relationships Sub-Menu. Seth was climbing up on her list. I was at the top, followed by her friend, Tonya, then my wife, Sam, and then there was Seth. My skin tightened as I tapped Seth, opening up her feelings for him.

• Becky has an infatuation with Seth Meyers, finding him cute. However, she is committed to her father and wishes just to be friends with Seth.

• Becky finds Seth to be intelligent and patient, a good teacher. She wants to become a better chess player partly because of her infatuation.

• Becky is jealous that Tonya Alberts is in a relationship with Seth, envious of both parties. However, she isn’t willing to let that control her because she wants her friend to be happy and to limit her attraction to Seth.

• Becky trusts Seth.

I frowned. I felt uncomfortable reading this. Her feelings seemed normal, though. I found women attractive all the time. I knew that rush of lust for a new beauty. I felt it with my daughters. Becky was committed. She wasn’t wanting to cheat. Still…

“He can’t have edited her,” I said.

“There are other ways to influence a person,” said my wife.

“True,” I said. I switched over to the view of the room. Tonya was sitting beside Seth, their dots almost merging together. She was another girl that couldn’t be edited. I wondered if there was something he was wearing. I touched his shirt.

Nothing.

His vest. His slacks. His shoes. His tie…

EDITED BY PLAYER TWO

I frowned at that. I opened the tie’s menu.

Light Gray Tie, 2.5” x 58”, School Uniform Supplier, LLC

• Physical Quality

• Spiritual Quality

I tapped the Spiritual Quality Menu.

Spiritual Quality

• History

• Meaning

• Aura

I hit Auras. If he had done anything to make it affect people.

• Becky Davies will trust Seth Meyers, seeing him as someone she can rely on.

• Becky Davies will feel attracted to Seth Meyers and desire to pursue a relationship with him.

• Tonya Alberts will feel attracted to Seth Meyers and be open to a sexual relationship. She will fall in love with him.

• Tonya Alberts desires to be Seth Meyers girlfriend because she has fallen in love with him.

• Tonya Alberts will want to have a threesome with her lover Becky Davies and her lover Seth Meyers.

• Steve Davies will think he has checked Seth Meyers to see if he was edited when searching for PLAYER TWO.

“That little creep,” I muttered. “He’s used his aura to date Tonya.”

“You do the same thing,” Linda said. “My nurse’s office.”

I shifted. “I don’t make the girls fall in love with me. And… he didn’t make Becky fall in love with her. He just… made her attracted to him. But Tonya… Why?”

“I don’t know,” Mom said.

“What’s Seth’s feelings on Becky?” Sam asked.

I switched to Seth. I navigated through his menus to find his Relationships Sub-Menu. Becky Davies was at the top of the list. A pair of girls named Rei and Asuka were next, then his mother, Tonya, my son, various other students. I was farther down. I clicked on Becky.

• Seth Meyers desires nothing more than to have Becky Davies.

• Seth Meyers has long loved Becky Davies and desired her but was never noticed by her.

• Seth Meyer was only friends with Becky Davies’s brother to be around her and hope that something would happen.

• Seth Meyers would do anything to have her as a lover.

• Seth Meyers is jealous that Becky Davies has found love with her father.

“This is all about Becky?” I muttered. “What he plans. He wants her.”

“He can’t hurt her,” Linda muttered. “Right?”

“Yeah, the aura on her necklace is strong. It’ll protect her.” I swallowed, leaning back. “What are we going to do about this? He’s going to arm half the town tomorrow. If not more. I can’t pass any sort of gun laws before Monday.”

“You have the cops under your control, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, but there’ll be consequences. Lawsuits. People could get hurt.” I bit my lip. “I don’t have any spare edits. Not until Sunday. Not unless we want us to be open.”

“You could always not be mayor,” said Sam. “Why did Seth even make you into mayor?”

“No idea,” I said. I clicked on my name in his Relationship Sub-Menu.

• Seth Meyers hates Steve Davies and will see him destroyed for soiling his daughter, Becky Davies.

That was it. Nothing else. It was so focused. So one-track. I shuddered at the force of it. He hated me. I had to do something about him. How could I deal with someone who could edit reality? I’d have to wait until he was out of edits. How could I even know that?

I’d have to force him to use his edits. Then I could sick the police on him. Arrest him. Have his phone confiscated. Once he was disarmed, I’d have to find some excuse to keep him imprisoned for the rest of his life. It was terrible. He was a kid, but I didn’t want him hurting my family.

“Is everything ready?” my wife asked.

“Only edits left are the final protection to city hall and to my wedding ring,” I said.

My wife glanced at me. “I wished you’d protected yourself earlier.”

“Our family’s protection was more important,” I muttered. “We’re heading home. It’ll give the same protection until midnight.”

Tomorrow, I would have one final edit left. One chance to counter whatever it was that Seth planned. City hall, our college, and our home would all be safe. My family, including James and his girls, had their protection. Seth couldn’t hurt us. I just needed to figure out how to use my edits to trap him. I had to put roadblocks up.

Three of them.

If I used my Sunday edits and unleashed the consequences of them upon him on Monday, I would have three uses while he was forced to use his to get out of trouble. I smiled, liking this plan.

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Becky Davies

“Have fun on your date,” I said as I gathered up my stuff, chess club over.

“I will,” said Tonya. She had a bright smile on her face. “Sorry to cancel our sleepover. Mom was bummed. I think she likes it when you come over.”

Definitely.

“I think she wanted to have a girl’s weekend,” she said. “But we can get together tomorrow. My brother and dad will still be on their camping trip.”

This was supposed to be the weekend that Mrs. Alberts and I were going to seduce Tonya into lesbian incest. I wanted Tonya to have as much fun with her mother as I had with mine. But she was wrapped up in her new relationship with Seth.

Maybe that was why I felt that tingle of attraction for him. I was jealous that Tonya was into him and part of me wanted to break them up. It was petty. She was happy. She deserved to find a guy to love. I wished it could have been my father, but…

At least we were still lovers. Seth didn’t know, I hoped, but maybe tomorrow… “I have the inauguration tomorrow. It’ll probably take all day.”

“Well, you can sleepover Saturday night,” Tonya said. “That’s okay, right, Seth.”

“Sure,” Seth said, grinning at me. He had a friendly smile. A flutter of heat washed through me. I returned his smile with one of my own. I just had to keep thinking of him as a friend.

A friend.

“Okay, it’s a date,” my friend said and hugged me. She kissed my cheek then broke away, her platinum-blonde hair flying about her. She latched onto Seth’s arm and the pair swept out.

I slunk down the hall and headed out a side door. Mrs. Alberts waited in her car. I hurried to it and climbed in before anyone saw us. I could see the disappointment on her face. She drew in a deep breath. “So… she’s dating Seth tonight?”

“Yeah,” I said, biting my lip. “He’ll be a perfect gentleman.” I didn’t want her to know her daughter was fucking a guy and not just me. “He’s a good guy.”

“I know, it’s just…” She wanted her daughter badly.

“Well, she’ll come home eventually,” I said. “Maybe she’ll be horny, and we can… play with her.”

“Ooh, I like how you think,” Mrs. Alberts said. Then, with this wild look in her eyes, she leaned over and kissed me right there in the parking lot. I moaned into the lips of my older lover, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

My heart beat fast. I loved being with older women. My mother was my favorite, but Mrs. Alberts was exciting. Our tongues dueled as her hand rested on my thigh. It was so exciting. Someone could see us. Recognize us.

It was a wild risk.

Mrs. Alberts broke the kiss, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about her flushed face. Her large breasts rose and fell in the tight, purple sweater she wore. They weren’t as big as mine, but they were such delicious tits to play with.

“I had to badger my son to get him to go with his father on their weekend camping trip,” muttered Mrs. Alberts. “I hope this isn’t a waste.”

“Well, we’re going to have some fun at the very least,” I said, stroking her thigh.

Mrs. Alberts grinned. She put her car into drive than darted her hand between my thighs. Her hand shot up beneath my skirt as she pulled away from the college. I gasped as the older, married woman’s fingers pressed into the satin crotch of my panties. Then she hooked her fingers through the leg hole and slid through my bush to find my wet pussy lips.

“Mrs. Alberts!” I gasped, my large breasts swelling the front of my gray vest and blouse. Her fingers plunged into my pussy.

“Mmm, you’re just juicy for tonight,” she purred, fingering me as she headed through the parking lot for the exit.

I groaned as we left Rainier Christian College with a huge smile on my face. My pussy clenched on her plunging fingers. She thrust them in and out of me, stirring me up. It was an incredible delight. My eyes fluttered. My legs straightened, my feet pressing on the floorboard. My seat creaked.

“Mrs. Alberts, yes!” I gasped.

Her thumb rubbed at my clit. My naughty pussy clenched around her fingers. Sparks flared through my twat as she pumped them in and out of me. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. The back of my head thudded into the headrest.

“Mrs. Alberts! Oh, you’re so naughty!”

“Mmm, you made me this way,” groaned the MILF. “If you weren’t a lesbian, I’d take you into bed with my husband. I think about sharing girls with him all the time.”

“Not… lesbian but… but…” I shuddered. “I love my daddy! He’s the only man for me!”

“How hot!” the MILF groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you want your daddy to fuck my daughter, don’t you?”

“And my mother!” I moaned. I wanted to share Tonya with both my parents. “Yes, yes, that’s incredible. Oh, Mrs. Alberts, yes! When Tonya comes home tonight, we’re going to pounce on her!”

“Ooh, that will be so wild!” the MILF groaned, thrusting her fingers deep into my cunt as she drove one-handed. “I can’t wait! I want her so bad and—”

She slammed on her brakes. The car screeched to a halt, almost rear-ending the vehicle waiting at the light. I glanced to my right and groaned at the sight of the gun shop. They had a sale going on. Maybe I should buy a gun after the inauguration ceremony.

“Ooh, yes, yes, we’re going to make my daughter explode,” Mrs. Alberts panted, her fingers churning my cunt up to a hot froth.

“We are!” I gasped, squirming. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my gray vest swelling with them. “Mrs. Alberts!”

Traffic flowed on. I whimpered and groaned as she drove us into the residential part of Rainier. Traffic flashed by as her fingers plundered my pussy again and again. She brought me closer and closer to my orgasm. That wonderful, gasping, shuddering delight. I groaned, my heart screaming in my chest.

Her thumb massaged my clit, rubbing it in fast circles. My body spasmed. It was happening so fast. We were driving through our neighborhood. We lived so close together. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched about her fingers as we passed people I knew.

If they had any idea that Mrs. Alberts was fingering me…

“Oh, my god, yes!” I howled and came on her fingers.

My pussy convulsed hard. Juices gushed out and bathed her hand. I felt them soaking my bush and panties. Her digits plunged deep into me. Her thumb massaged my clit as my head tossed. My feet pressed on the floorboard as I squirmed. My seatbelt dug into my tits.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Alberts purred, turning into her driveway. “This is what we’re going to do to my daughter.”

“We are!” I howled as rapture surged through my body.

Ecstasy drowned my mind. It inundated me in a wash of passion. I groaned, my eyes blinking. Stars burst across my vision. I loved every bit of this. I bucked and groaned. My heart beat with such excitement.

The garage door closed behind her car, plunging us into darkness. I turned my head and kissed my older lover. Her lips melted to mine as my orgasm peaked. My pussy spasmed a final time about her naughty fingers.

Tonight would be amazing.

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Linda Davies

“What’s he up to?” I asked.

We’d eaten dinner with just Sam. Becky was with her lover, Mrs. Alberts, and James was, surprisingly, not drawing. He was out at dinner with Ruri and Orihime. I was surprised that he was taking them to such a nice restaurant. Samurai was a delicious Japanese steakhouse.

My husband glanced at his phone. “Still at the movie with Tonya and… Damn.”

“What?” I asked, sitting down on the couch. Sam was upstairs doing her makeup homework to get out of her trouble.

“Tonya’s giving him a blowjob in the middle of the theater.

“So they’re being normal young people,” I said, glancing at the screen. It was dark, but you could see Tonya’s platinum-blonde hair swaying as she bobbed her head. The light from the playing movie shifted and danced, painting Seth’s weaselly face as she sucked.

A warm tingle raced up through my body. It mixed with my nervous energy for tomorrow. I just wanted this all to be over. For Seth to be defanged, for my family to be safe, and yet… I was watching these two youths doing the sort of naughty things I did when I was there age.

And older.

“I never did blow you in a movie, did I?” I said, sliding my hand up and down his cock.

“Not in the timeline I remember,” he said. “Didn’t see any memories like that when I do look at the differences.”

“Oh,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “I did blow you in a car.”

“I remember that.”

“I’m glad the old me did that much,” I said, unzipping his jeans. He’d changed out of his school clothes. I was wearing just a robe, nothing underneath, but he was in his weekend clothing, comfortable, worn jeans and a sweater from our Alma matter Washington State University, the cougar snarling on the front.

“Feeling frisky?” he asked, glancing from the screen. You could just hear Tonya’s sucks and slurps in a lull in the movie’s action. It sounded like one of those superhero films. Those Marvelous or Amazing or whatever. Sam and James loved them.

“Maybe,” I said, drawing out his cock. “You just watch Seth and Tonya, and I’ll take care of you.”

I leaned over, feeling so wild and wanton. Even young. It was such a strange sensation. My hand gripped my husband’s cock. It made me happy that in all timelines I loved his dick. I might have been repressing half my sexuality in this other life I couldn’t remember, but I had done naughty things for Steve.

My lips slid over his cock. He groaned, shifting on the couch. I sucked hard on him, loving the flavor of his precum spilling in my mouth. I groaned as I worked my mouth up and down his dick. My lips sealed tight, my tongue dancing.

“Damn, Linda,” he groaned. “He has no idea we’re on to him. He’s so relaxed. Just enjoying his blowjob. Tonya’s bobbing her head. She’s really working it.”

I popped my mouth off his dick. “Mmm, just enjoy the show while I love you.”

He moaned as I engulfed his cock again.

I loved it. I knew this dick. I had one boyfriend before Steve. I wish I hadn’t given him my virginity, shame Steve didn’t adjust things so he got that treat, but his cock was never as good as this one. I loved sucking my husband. Feeling him in my mouth, giving him this pleasure.

Maybe it was my conservative, Christian upbringing. The woman should submit to her husband and support him. I was. Submitting. Supporting. Loving. I sucked so hard. It made me so wet to blow him. I was so juicy between my thighs.

I wanted to finger myself, to thrust my digits deep into my twat, but it was more fun holding off. I let my pussy simmer. I knew I would cum so hard on his dick. I would explode with delight on him. It would be one amazing moment of rapture.

My cheeks hollowed as I fisted his dick with one hand and played with his balls with the other. My brassy-brown hair fell about his cock as I bobbed my head. My lips sealed tight, drawing out more and more of his precum.

A preview for what his nuts held.

I massaged his balls as I loved him. I kneaded them with care. I knew this man so well. The sounds he made. The taste of him. There was something to being naughty with the person you’d shared your life with, maintaining that intimacy, sharing wicked pleasures.

“Damn, Linda,” he groaned, his hand seizing my hair. He held me tight. He gripped me as my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. “Oh, yes, that’s good.”

My tongue darted around his crown. I stimulated him. I drew out his precum. He growled, his balls twitching. He was coming closer and closer as he watched the screen. I sucked as hard as I could, wanting his jizz.

“She’s lifting her head,” Steve groaned. “I think she’s going to fuck him right there in the theater. Yes, yes, she’s wiggling her hips. She’s pulling her panties out from beneath her skirt. She’s handing them to him… Fuck, he’s sniffing them.”

Steve’s dick twitched in my mouth. He should have edited Tonya to be into him. Then he could have fucked her. I had enjoyed the girl once. Last week, she came to visit my nurse’s office. I took her temperature rectally while feasting on her delicious twat. I sent her back to class feeling so much better.

“Damn!” Steve groaned. Then his cock erupted into my mouth.

I groaned in delight, gulping down his cum. It spurted hot into my mouth. The thick spunk spilled over my tongue. I swallowed it down with hunger. It slid down my throat to my stomach. It was such a rush. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping excitement through my body.

My molten pussy clenched, aching to be filled.

My eyes fluttered as he groaned with each eruption. His cum flowed down my throat, warming my belly, making my pussy simmer. I fisted his cock, massaging out every drop while his balls twitched a final time in my hand.

“Linda!” he groaned.

My mouth popped off, I rose, throwing open my robe and letting it fall off my body. His dark eyes flicked from the phone to my large breasts. I fell on him, straddling him, my pussy burning for his cock. Liquid delight spilled down my thighs, my spicy musk filling the air.

I straddled him, my hand seizing his dick. He groaned as I skillfully guided him to my twat. I had done this so many times. I knew his body and my own. How we fit together. I slammed my cunt down his cock.

“Steve!” I groaned as he filled me. My hungry pussy gripped him. His dick throbbed inside of me. His face twisted with passion. “Oh, damn, Steve, you’re hung.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. “Damn, Linda, you’re so hot for it.”

“I am!” I moaned. “Show me the screen. Let’s see what Tonya’s up to. Let’s see her riding that little weasel’s cock.”

He turned the screen. There she was, her back to the theater, working her pussy up and down his cock. They were so bold. Her hair danced around her shoulders. Her hands gripped his chest. She threw back her head, delight twisting on her face.

The same delight I had seen when I’d eaten her out.

My pussy clenched on my husband’s cock. I shuddered, working my twat up and down his dick. I whimpered, my heart racing. This wicked heat surged through me. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring his dick around in my cunt.

“Seth!” Tonya whimpered.

“Ooh, you can do better,” I groaned. “My husband is such a better man than Seth! He’s got a cock!”

“Damn,” Steve groaned.

My hips worked faster. I pumped my pussy up and down his cock, gripping him. The friction was incredible. The pleasure spilled through me. My heart raced. My tits bounced before me. Steve kept his hand gripped on the phone as his face pressed into my tits.

“Yes, Anael, my wife’s on fire tonight.”

“I am,” I moaned, not seeing the angel but knowing she was around. “Ooh, yes, yes, I love your cock, Steve!”

My pussy clenched around him. I slammed down his cock, taking him to the hilt. It was incredible. My twat savored it. This wicked pleasure surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest. I wiggled from side to side, stirring him up.

This wanton delight built and built in me. My pussy clenched around his cock. It was such a treat. He filled me to the hilt. His big dick felt incredible in me. I whimpered and groaned. My heart pounded faster and faster.

I slammed down his cock. I gripped him. This wicked heat shuddered through me. My hips danced from side to side. I pressed my cunt down into my husband’s crotch. I loved the feel of him. It made me shudder. This was incredible. A wicked passion that had me trembling. Aching.

“Ooh, Tonya, honey,” I moaned at the phone. “You should be riding this cock. That would make Becky so happy.”

“So fucking happy,” Steve groaned. “I should have edited her to be attracted to me.”

“You’re too good of a man,” I moaned. “Every woman you edit should have the hots for us.”

My pussy clenched at those words. At the power we had. I shuddered as I slammed down his cock. I took him to the hilt. It was incredible. A delicious treat. My back arched. My breasts heaved and bounced, brushing my husband’s face.

Tonya worked her pussy faster, too. She was moaning, groaning, approaching her orgasm. The two were so wild. I bet that little weasel had an aura around him. Letting him get away having sex in public.

My pussy squeezed around my husband’s cock as I slid down his girth. I ground my clit into his pubic bone. Sparks flew. I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. I whimpered, my eyes locked on the screen.

On Tonya’s dancing hair as she gasped out in delight.

“She’s cumming on his cock!” I moaned, my husband’s free hand squeezing my rump hard. “She should be cumming on yours!”

“Yes!” Steve groaned.

I slammed down my husband’s cock. I took him to the hilt. My clit burst with pleasure. I gasped as my back arched. My breasts pressed into my husband’s face, smothering him as my pussy convulsed around his cock.

My orgasm swept through my body.

“Tonya, you should be cumming on my husband’s cock like I am!” I howled, my pussy writhing, sucking at Steve’s dick.

“Becky!” Seth groaned as it was clear he was cumming in that girl.

“My husband wouldn’t howl another girl’s name when erupting in you!” I hissed, anger swelling through the rapture bursting inside of me.

“Yes!” growled Steve. He dropped his phone, the app instantly dying, the sounds of the fucking cutting off before the device even hit the cushion. “Linda!”

My husband’s cum spurted into me.

Hot and thick. He flooded my cunt. I shuddered, squirming on him as I milked him. Waves of rapture slammed through my body. I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as this rapture blazed across my thoughts.

Such a wonderful delight to enjoy. A blessing. I loved it. I savored it as his cum spilled into me. So much jizz pumped into my cunt. I groaned, my pussy milking him dry. I whimpered into his mouth as he spurted a final blast of his spunk into me.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “Steve, we’re going to beat that little weasel.”

“Yes, we are,” he said, a smile growing. “I’m forming a plan.”

To be continued…

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