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DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional. It contains elements that can be considered non-consensual. Please do not read if this subject matter is disturbing or offensive to you. All characters are over 18 years of age.
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Taylor wondered what the hell was wrong with her. She was just so… horny all of the time. It was completely ridiculous.
She’d never had much of a sex drive her entire life. She’d overhear people talking or rumors would come back to her that she was a “frigid bitch”, and, in her most private moments, Taylor would sometimes wonder if something really was wrong with her.
Mostly though, she’d just play it off. All the other girls hooking up around her were just a bunch of easy skanks. All they cared about were boys, boys boys. She, on the other hand, was free from such distractions. Free to… well, she didn’t exactly devote a lot of time to her schoolwork like that pathetic dork Tara. Or sports or anything. She’d done cheerleading in high school, but hadn’t bothered once she’d gotten to college. But anyway… one less distraction from… whatever.
At any rate, there was a reason that all of the guys were always hitting on her, all of the girls were always sucking up and trying to be her friend, like Reagan and Madison. It wasn’t just because she was some blue-eyed blonde with a smoking hot body. It was something else. Taylor was sure of that much, even if she couldn’t quite think of what it might be.
At the moment, it was increasingly difficult to think about anything, except for the large black rubber dildo sliding in and out of herself. She pulled it out, pouring copious amounts of lube all over it before inserting it back inside of her eager pussy, giving a small sigh of contentment as it slid back in. Something about it seemed to both sate and feed the urgent need.
It was so peculiar. She rarely masturbated more than once a month, which she had already gotten out of the way earlier in the week, more out of boredom than anything. Reagan and Madison were nowhere to be found, having not called or answered their phones in several days. There had been a few hurried disinterested responses to her texts and that was it. Completely ghosted.
Taylor was growing worried that something was seriously wrong with Tara and now Reagan and Madison were trying to distance themselves from her. But she couldn’t very well let any doubt or insecurity show (that would be weak and therefore pathetic) so Taylor just went with it, not showing any more interest than she was currently being shown. Experience said it would be a few days before they came sniveling back.
In the interim, boredom was not an issue any longer. Taylor had found herself spending more time than not in her bed, getting off, in what was an increasingly unfamiliar and frustrating experience – it seemed like the more she masturbated, the more she wanted to. That the need to get herself off was returning with less time between each session, growing in frequency and intensity.
Usually she might masturbate in the shower, or right before going to sleep at night, with a hand underneath the covers, her breath quickening slightly with her climax. Now, she was on her back, legs spread wide in the air, slamming her dildo inside of herself with both hands, completely discomposed, moaning loudly like all of the other dirty skanks she knew.
“Oh shiiiit…,” Taylor groaned, hips pumping, as she came for the fourth time that morning.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
***
Tara took another sip of wine as she waited for the three of them to come back to Reagan and Madison’s apartment. She’d never been much of a drinker, and the alcohol had crept up on her quicker than she’d realized. A little buzzed, she set the glass down, knowing that she would need to keep her wits about her and likely soon. Tara listened more carefully for sounds of them returning than to the cursorily watched movie on the television.
It was only a few minutes later that she heard the clicking of high heels out in the hallway and sounds of laughter as the approaching group stopped just outside the apartment, with a faint jingling of keys before the lock turned and the door opened.
Madison, Reagan and Taylor stumbled inside, in their clubbing clothes, laughing hard, plainly severely more intoxicated than Tara was herself.
“God, we did not need to go to that last bar,” Reagan said blearily, dressed in a skimpy short black skirt and silver halter top that showed off her toned abs nicely.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Madison replied, in her skin-tight, hot pink mini dress. “Taylor seemed to enjoy it. I’m surprised you didn’t go home with that guy. We were going to just leave you there.”
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Taylor slurred with a mixture of defiance and banter, still her characteristic self despite her drunkenness. She tossed her blonde mane as she shook her head, wearing shiny tight leather pants and an animal print crop top. “I can make out with whoever I want to…”
As if you being constantly çapa escort turned on doesn’t have anything to do with it, Tara thought from the couch, observing Taylor’s flushed face. She was willing to bet it wasn’t completely due to the alcohol. “It’s a free country,” she said aloud.
The defensive smile dropped from Taylor’s face as she realized she wasn’t alone with her friends. “What -?”
“Tara!!” Madison and Reagan shrieked as they tottered over in their tight outfits and towering heels, each taking a turn to give tight full bodied hugs and plant kisses on her cheeks.
“I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in,” Tara said wryly, as if her presence upon their arrival wasn’t pre-planned.
“No, of course not,” Reagan exclaimed. “I was just saying to Taylor tonight how much we’ve been seeing you and how we should all hang out together!”
“I really don’t see why,” Taylor said, wavering by herself in the entranceway, her usual blunt cattiness only magnified by her inebriation.
“Oh, come on, Taylor,” Reagan said, taking her by the arm and dragging her to the couch, where they both plopped down next to Tara, Taylor with a slight frown on her face. Madison went into the kitchen and after rummaging around for a bit, came back with a tray holding a bottle of tequila, shot glasses, salt and slices of lime. She poured out four shots, slopping nearly as much tequila on the tray as she did into the glasses.
Reagan reached over and grabbed the salt shaker. “Here,” she said, taking up Taylor’s hand and giving the top of it a lick, perhaps a bit longer and slower than necessary, before pouring the salt on top. Tara was quite sure that she saw Taylor shiver slightly.
Reagan passed the salt to Madison, who applied it Tara’s hand in the same fashion, only she lapped at Tara’s hand even more thoroughly, languidly, as Taylor stared on blankly, drunk and confused. Then Madison helped herself to some salt as well before passing out the dripping shot glasses.
“What should we toast to,” Reagan asked, giggling.
“Boys!” Madison answered immediately.
“How about girls,” Reagan countered, still giddy.
“Let’s toast to science,” Tara said quietly, a small smile on her face.
“Yea!” Reagan and Madison agreed, laughing at the inside joke.
“Oh, gimme a break,” Taylor mumbled loudly, unfocused.
Ignoring that, the four of them clinked glasses and took their shots down, wincing slightly.
“Ugh,” Reagan grimaced, grabbing Taylor’s hand again, and this time she lapped the salt off with a deliberate, drawn out suck, her plump lips sliding across Taylor’s skin. As Reagan sucked on her lime slice, Taylor sat there looking perplexedly at the wet spot on her hand, where Reagan’s tongue had just been.
Tara and Madison also licked the salt off each other’s hands in affectionate, sensuous laps.
“Here, Taylor,” Reagan said, proffering her own salt covered hand to Taylor. “This will help take the edge off.”
Taylor hesitated for a moment, before taking Reagan’s hand in her own mouth, eyes sliding shut as she did so. “Ooh,” Reagan cooed, at the feeling of Taylor sucking on the top of her hand.
“God, this is weird,” Taylor murmured. “What the hell is going on…”
“Now, the lime,” Madison said, approaching. She sat on the other side of Taylor, holding the slice out in front of her. Taylor blearily leaned forward to bite it, but Madison pulled it away just at the last second, and Reagan drunkenly laughed.
Tara smiled bemusedly as Madison did it to Taylor again, leading the pretty blonde by the head like a horse following a carrot.
“Come on, Madison,” Taylor slurred irritably.
“Ok, ok,” Madison demurred, though her brown eyes held a glint of playfulness still. “This time for reals.”
Only when Taylor dizzily again leaned forward to take the lime from her fingertips, blue eyes half closed, mouth slightly parted, reaching, Madison pulled it away, and leaned in herself, pressing her full lips up against Taylor’s.
“Mmmm,” Madison purred, slipping her tongue into Taylor’s mouth. Taylor’s eyes slid shut, and she made a soft sighing noise, responding back, as Reagan and Tara avidly watched on.
Then Taylor suddenly became aware of herself, abruptly stumbling up from the couch, breaking the kiss.
“What the fuck, Madison?!” she exclaimed, a hand up to her mouth, where Madison’s own mouth had just been moments before.
“Oh, come off it, Taylor,” Madison replied dismissively. “You were totally into it.”
“No, I… I’m just… drunk…” Taylor whimpered indistinctly, unable to stand upright without swaying slightly, pushing her hand through her golden mane, disheveling it in the process. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me… I just… feel so… horny…
” I mean… weird…”
The three other girls exchanged a quick glance amongst themselves. Reagan popped up from the couch, again taking Taylor’s hand. “It’s OK, Taylor,” she comforted, drunkenly over-affectionate, hugging Taylor’s istanbul escort bayan arm to her own voluminous bust. “We’ve all been there… We know just how you feel.”
“You… you do..?” Taylor asked, brow furrowed, trying to comprehend in her intoxicated state.
Madison poured another shot, bringing it over to Taylor. She rubbed Taylor’s shoulders as the blonde drank the tequila down. “Yea, we totally know how it is… you’re just so turned on all the time…”
“It’s so frustrating,” Reagan agreed, stroking Taylor’s hand. “You just want to get off like… all the time…”
“But when you do, it just gets you hornier, and you just want to cum some more,” Madison slurred, a note of excitement edging into her voice.
“Oh yea,” Reagan said, nuzzling Taylor’s neck. “Each time feels better than the last…”
“Every climax is better than the last one…” Madison paused to take another shot before she resumed rubbing Taylor’s shoulders from behind.
“You cum harder every time,” Reagan breathed.
“—but each time is less satisfying, you just get horny again faster, ” Madison broke in.
“—soon you don’t stop being turned on, your snatch is just dripping wet all the time—”
Madison and Reagan were growing more and more excited, interrupting each other, finishing each other’s sentences.
“—yea, it’s like being a horny little bitch in heat—”
“—you just feel like something’s wrong with you, like you’re turning into a dirty nympho -“
As they spoke, one after the other, their voices grew higher, breathier, Tara could see Taylor too beginning to breathe rapidly.
“—a filthy little cock hungry whore—”
“—you try to fight it—”
“—but it feels so good to give in—”
Now, Reagan was giving Taylor’s neck little licks between nuzzles, and Madison was massaging Taylor in wider and wider swathes, running her hands over her shoulders, her arms, her back. The shot glass dropped from Taylor’s hand to the carpeted floor, unnoticed.
“—yea, you feel so guilty, so naughty—”
“—mmm yea… all nasty and raunchy—”
Tara watched in perverse fascination at the three drunken girls standing before her. She knew that Taylor’s exposure to her semen had left her perpetually, desperately aroused, and the lowered inhibitions from the alcohol left her incapable of resisting sexual gratification, unable to make even a token effort of stopping her friends from eagerly feeling her up all over.
Reagan was now openly sucking on Taylor’s neck, both of her hands intertwined with Taylor’s fingers, her massive bust pushed up against her arm, her voice muffled as she kept talking.
Madison stood behind Taylor, pressing herself against Taylor’s back, her roving hands reaching around to Taylor’s front now, wantonly groping her big tits. Taylor simply stood there getting fondled all over, face flushed, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, panting.
Reagan and Madison were saying less and less, devolving into mindless animal lust.
“Mmm yea… shit…”
“…nnnnnn…so fucking hot…”
Madison pulled Taylor’s head to the side by her blonde hair, making out with her heavily and this time Taylor didn’t protest, her own tongue sliding out to probe Madison’s mouth. Still sucking on Taylor’s neck, Reagan’s hand wandered down to Taylor’s slim waist, unbuttoning her shiny black leather pants, and then slipping inside of her panties and began fingering her wet slit.
Tara could feel herself leaking onto the couch cushions as Taylor gave a muffled moan as she furiously made out with Madison, writhing in between the two girls, hips twitching as she humped Reagan’s hand.
Reagan and Madison were rapidly losing all self control, driven mad with lust. They were both unabashedly pawing at Taylor, pushing her top up, exposing a black lacy bra supporting her big tits, the leather pants getting roughly shoved down around her ankles.
“Holy shit,” Madison said suddenly, a wicked grin on her face. “You nasty little slut..!”
Taylor’s matching black lace thong was pushed to the side, and a large rubber butt plug was inserted into her anus.
“I… I never did that… before,” Taylor panted, explaining helplessly. “I just.. I was so horny, I needed to do… something—ahhhh!”
She cried out as Madison pulled the plug out and tossed it to the ground, the sudden emptiness causing her asshole to contract pleasurably.
“Unnngh..!” Reagan, unbelievably turned on from this latest smutty development, grunted loudly into Taylor’s neck as her massive erection slid out from her clit, poking out from her brief skirt, shining and wet. Taylor looked down in shock, but was otherwise helpless to react, betrayed by her own depraved body.
“Oh, fuck yea,” Madison groaned loudly from behind, her own cock emerging, and began dry humping against Taylor’s bare ass, rubbing her shaft up against the black lace of Taylor’s thong.
“Both..? You..? All of you…” Taylor panted incoherently.
The three of them stumbled, güngören escort then fell into a pile on the floor, Reagan on her back, followed by Taylor, facing her, and then Madison on top, sandwiching Taylor between the two drunk, horny cock sluts.
Reagan twitched on the floor, her cock pinned up against Taylor’s taut thigh, as she pulled Taylor’s bra down around her trim waist and began sucking on her hard nipples. Madison and Taylor began making out again as Madison continued compulsively humping up against Taylor’s sculpted ass.
Tara couldn’t resist herself another moment. She reached under own skirt, thumbing her swollen clit and with barely any stimulation at all, it swelled into a massive throbbing cock, filling her hand. She poured herself another shot and took it down as she stroked herself.
Reagan had now pulled Taylor’s leg to the side so Taylor was straddling her, and Reagan had her cock in hand, probing, blindly guiding it toward Taylor’s dripping snatch as she continued sucking on her tits. Taylor broke away from Madison’s mouth as she realized what was happening, a long string of saliva hanging between them. “No, Reagan, wait—”
But even as she spoke, Reagan was pulling her panties to the side with one hand, the other on her thick shaft, guiding it in, filling Taylor’s sopping cunt.
“Nnnnngh!” Taylor groaned as she felt Reagan’s girth entering, stretching her out, penetrating deep inside. Reagan moaned herself around a mouthful of Taylor’s tits, her hands going to Taylor’s slim waist, holding her in place as she bucked her hips off the ground, thrusting into her.
“My turn,” Madison breathed heavily, her beautiful face filled with uncontrollable lust. Taylor knew what was coming next, and she looked back over her shoulder, blue eyes wide.
“No, Madison… No, wait…
“…don’t do that!
“Not while… I’ve never…”
But Madison was equally heedless. She too roughly pulled Taylor’s panties to the side, exposing her asshole, and pressed her swollen head up against it.
“Noooo,” Taylor half protested, half moaned, looking back, even as she pumped her hips up and down, fucking Reagan with involuntary mindless lust. “Don’t…
“Nooo…”
“Noooo…”
Madison, eyes locked with Taylor’s, hands gripping her tiny waist, gave a small grunt as she pressed her cock inside, sliding deep into Taylor’s rear.
“Noooooooooo.. oh.
“Oh.
“Oh.
Ohhhh…”
Taylor’s mouth was frozen in a surprised circle, as obscene noises of pleasure escaped her throat, her body thrashing around as Reagan and Madison used her with reckless abandon, moaning and panting, fucking her holes eagerly.
Tara got her to feet and tottered slightly. Despite herself, she was pretty trashed too. Oh, who gives a fuck anyway, she thought. She already knew how her experiment was going to end.
She stood next to the trio, copulating at a frenetic pace, groans and pants of pleasure and wet suckling sounds of sex organs engaged filling the room.
“Mmm fuck!”
“Yea… oh yea, you fucking slut…”
“Uh! Uh! Uh!”
“Taylor,” Tara said softly, standing before her, jacking herself off slowly. Precum was copiously dripping from the tip, running down her hand.
“Nnnngh! Nnngh yea!”
“Give it to me!”
“Taylorrrrrr…” Tara sang softly. Taylor managed to open her eyes and look over, still making animal noises of pleasure, mouth hanging open.
“Even as good as it feels,” Tara said, “Getting fucked in both holes like a dirty skank…
“Something is still missing… isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer, but Tara could see that through all the debauchery, she had at least some of Taylor’s attention.
“It’s my cum,” Tara stated simply. “You need my cum. That’s what your body’s been craving. See?”
She held out her sticky precum covered hand close to Taylor’s face, and she saw Taylor’s nostrils flare, and nearly immediately, her tongue darted out, trying to lick it, taste it, eat it.
“Ah, ah, ” Tara said, whipping her hand away. “There’s some things I need to explain to you first.
“We put my cum in your lube to expose you… I’m sure you’ve gotten plenty of it in your pussy by now.
“I’m a bit surprised, and disappointed too, I suppose,” Tara acknowledged, resuming stroking herself, “to know you’ve had some in your ass already.
“Try and pay attention, please.”
Taylor’s head had fallen back, face towards the ceiling, eyes shut as Reagan and Madison thrust in and out of her, themselves oblivious to the ongoing conversation.
“We know now that you have to be exposed to it vaginally, anally… and orally… in order for the full exposure threshold to be surpassed.
“Do you know what that means, Taylor?
“It means if you swallow my cum, you’ll become just like us.”
Tara felt her cock twitch in her hand as she said it. “Your tits will grow even larger than your big hot jugs already are.
“Your body will re-sculpt itself to sheer perfection, the perfect balance of fat and lean, toned muscle.
“And then your clit will pulse and swell and grow and then transform into a long, thick, hard dick like this one,” she said, teeth gritted, hand moving up and down in rising tempo. “And you’ll be obsessed with it…
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