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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 2

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Chapter 4

Three days later, the calendar claimed it was a Saturday,

but at that point, Andy wasn't sure any of them really knew. During the evening
after dinner every day for the past three days, Lily and Eric had retreated to
Eric's room immediately as soon as dishes were in the dishwasher, and Andy and
Aisling were in Andy's room not long after.

The walls between the two bedrooms were thankfully fairly

thick, and each room was generating enough noise to drown the other out if
there had been any spillover.

If anything, Andy actually felt a little sore. Aisling

hadn't been lying about fucking him thin. Each day had been a new and
interesting work out, and she'd been true to her word “ he hadn't gone to sleep
without giving her at least one load for the day.

They'd also spent a bunch of time all getting to know one

another. Andy knew within just a few minutes that Lily was a good match for
Eric “ she knew exactly how much to push him around and how much to let him get
his way. Aisling also seemed an ideal match for Andy, and they'd spent much of
the Saturday upstairs just in bed, cuddled up watching movies on the television
in his room.

Late in the afternoon, Andy had starting making dinner for

the four of them when a knock came at the door. Aisling was in the living room
talking with Lily while Eric has helping him by chopping vegetables. "Who
is it, Ash?"

Aisling picked through the peephole then opened the door.

"Looks like you should make that for five," she called back.

"Delivery for Andrew Rook?" a man inside a bio

hazard suit said, holding out a tablet. A woman stood next to him, dressed much
as Aisling and Lily had been when they'd showed up.

"I'm Aisling Blake, his partner," she said.

"It okay if I sign?"

The man glanced down at his tablet, frowned at it, clicked a

few things, then nodded. "Sure, looks like that's okay. Sign here."

Aisling took her fingertip and scrawled her name on it, as

the woman moved into the room and started heading up the stairs, carrying her
little roller suitcase with her. "The door on the left!" Aisling
called up. "I'll be up in just a second!" She turned back to the man
with a broad smile. "Anything else?"

"Nah, I'll be back again soon enough," he said,

and Aisling closed the door behind him, turning the deadbolt to lock it.

"I'm going to go up and talk to her, Andy, so just hang

out for a bit down here, okay?"

"I'm cooking anyway, Ash, it's fine." Andy hadn't

even gotten a glance at the new woman, but his curiosity was certainly getting
the better of him. Still, he also found himself more than a little nervous.

Aisling darted upstairs and then a few seconds later, he

heard his bedroom door close again.

"You've been kicked out of your own room again,"

Eric teased.

"Meh, it's not even my room anymore."

"Oh get over yourself," Lily said. They all knew

she was joking, even as dry as her humor was.

Ten minutes later, dinner was close to done, and Andy was

tempted to call upstairs to her when Aisling came down the stairs alone.
"Is she not joining us?" Andy asked.

Aisling shook her head, and Andy could hear the sound of the

shower turning on in his bathroom. "She's already eaten, so she's going to
take a shower. After dinner, I'll bring you up to the room."

"What's her name?"

"Lauren," Aisling said.

"You going to tell me anything else about her?"

"Nah," Aisling grinned.

"So how's the new girl?" Lily said as Aisling

moved to sit at the table while Andy went to dish out his cooking “ a spicy
chili over rice “ into four bowls before putting the fifth bowl back into the
cupboard.

"New," Aisling said.

"Oh come on, Ash," Eric said. "Surely you can

tell us more than that."

"Of course I can, but I'm not going to, and don't call

me Shirley." For the next few minutes, Lily and Eric peppered her with
questions, but Aisling dodged them before she finally just rolled her eyes and
stared at them. "You can make your own mind up about her tomorrow,
alright? Let her tell you about her rather than me. Now can we talk about
something else?"

After dinner, Lily and Eric had agreed to clear up the

dishes and get them into the dishwasher, so Andy could go upstairs and meet his
next partner. Andy was more than a little nervous as Aisling took him upstairs.
His own bedroom door was closed and as they stood outside of it, Aisling moved
to stand between him and it. "Look, Andy, do you trust me?"

He cocked his head to one side then nodded. "Of course,

Ash. Why?"

"Then just go with me on this, okay?" She reached

into her pocket and pulled out a blindfold. "Put this on."

"Are you serious?" Andy looked down at the

blindfold as she handed it to him. "Really?"

"Please trust me?"

Andy sighed, his shoulders slumped a little bit.

"Alright. Alright." He lifted the blindfold up and put it over his
eyes. "I feel a bit silly."

"It'll all make sense tomorrow, I promise," she

said as she made sure the blindfold was covering his eyes properly so he
couldn't see at all.

"Wait, tomorrow?"

"Daddy," she said again, this time a bit more

comfortingly. "Trust me."

"Ok, Ash. Don't let me regret it."

"You won't," she said, as Andy can hear her

opening the door to his bedroom. She pushes him gently into the room, stepping
with him, closing the door behind them. His room wasn't very empty, so he knew
he had to watch his step. Move too far forward and he'd his a bookcase, or his
armchair over in the corner next to his electric guitar and his arm.
"Okay, now step back and lean your back against the door."

Andy took a few steps back and felt his back press into the

door, as he felt a hand smoothing along his chest. He thought it was Aisling's,
but he couldn't be sure. "Hello, I'm Andy," he said, hoping there was
someone else in the room besides him and Aisling.

"Shhhh, don't say anything, Daddy," Aisling

whispered into his ear. "Just listen, and feel." He could hear the
sound of Aisling moving, and felt her hand on his waist, unbuttoning his jeans.
"You're going to learn to love this," he heard her say, although he
was fairly certain she wasn't talking to him.

He could hear the sound of Aisling getting down onto her

knees, but he thought he heard a second set of knees hitting the carpet, as he
felt a hand tugging his zipper down then reaching beneath his boxers to fish
out his cock. As soon as it sprung free, he heard a gasp and then Aisling
giggling.

"Go on, taste it," she said. "There's a

droplet there waiting just for you."

Andy felt a tongue lash against the tip of his cock for a

second before pulling back, an unfamiliar throaty moan erupting from somewhere
beneath him.

Aisling giggled again. "Give her just a second,

Andy."

"Take all the time you need."

After a minute or so, Aisling's voice cut through the

darkness again. "Well, if you're not going to,” And he felt Aisling's
mouth, or at least he thought it was Aisling's mouth, wrap around his cock once
more and push down until her lips were wrapped around the base of it, holding
there for a long moment before pulling back again. "At least one of us is
gonna be an eager little slut, and if you're not gonna "

She was in the middle of the word when Andy felt another

mouth pushing down hard onto his cock, lodging it right into the back of her
throat before coughing a little, drawing back, gasping for air. He started to
reach forward, but he felt a hand on his wrist. "No no, Daddy,"
Aisling's voice said. "Let your new slut work."

Not being able to see was heightening his other senses,

putting them into overdrive. And yet, even as he felt her mouth sliding up and
down his cock, he couldn't tell anything about this new girl who had entered
his life. Anything other than the fact she loved his cock.

"She's thirsty, daddy," Aisling purred up at him.

"You can't see her, but I can, and she's giving you such sloppy head, I
think she's desperately trying to get you to cum for her."

"I'm not far off," Andy admitted.

"One second then," Aisling said as she pulled

Lauren back for a moment. She whispered something to the other girl, and then
they both moved for a second, and he could hear the sound of one of them
getting onto the bed. Then he felt a pair of hands on his hips, pulling him
forward. "C'mere, you're going to fuck her face, daddy."

"I'm going to what?" he said, as he slowly

shimmied forward until he felt like he was near the edge of his bed. He felt a
hand around the base of his cock, as Aisling stood behind him, and she moved
him around a bit, then her hips pushed forward against his ass, forcing him to
thrust into an open mouth that groaned eagerly around him.

He tried to pull back a bit, but Aisling pushed him forward

until he felt his balls brushing against what he thought was Lauren's nose.
That meant, he assumed, she was on her back, maybe with her head hanging just
off the edge of the bed. "That's it, daddy, feed her. Feed your newest
slut a hot load of your cum. Claim her. Let her taste you." Aisling moaned
into his ear. "This is so fucking hot, sir. But you gotta do it. She's
yearning for it," she said as her hips moving with his pressed his cock in
and out of the unseen girl's throat. "Make her your slut, daddy. Cum in
that fucking throat,”

Andy could feel Aisling's fingers closing around his balls

as they drew up, and before he knew it, he was spurting a hot load of jizz into
the throat of a woman he'd never even seen before. While his orgasm was strong,
he could feel Lauren trembling beneath him like they were in the middle of an
earthquake. The bed was jittering and he tried not to push forward or back
until he felt Aisling's hands pulling him back a little bit.

"God, this is such a fucking sexy image," Aisling

said. "Now just wait here a moment, okay?"

Andy nodded, and felt Aisling move around him before sliding

up onto the bed. He could hear the sound of Aisling moving Lauren around on the
bed. He also thought he could hear someone whispering the word
"imprinting" over and over again very quietly. He remembered Aisling
doing the same thing the first time she'd gotten a load of his cum inside of
her.

After a minute or two, Aisling slid off the bed again, and

giggled, leaning up to kiss him for a moment. "I think you've earned a
treat, Daddy, so give me just one minute more, okay?"

"You're driving, Ash," he laughed.

He could hear her opening the drawer she'd stored all her

clothes in, even as she was stripping out of what she was currently wearing,
tossing it into the clothes hamper. Then she pulled on whatever clothes she'd
pulled out. Then he heard the sound of what sounded like a lotion bottle
opening and then felt a cool liquid dripping onto his cock before the cap
snapped back on. He felt her fingers sliding up and down his shaft, smearing
the lotion onto his cock for a moment before her hands pulled away as she moved
up onto the bed once more.

"Okay, daddy, you can take off the blindfold now."

Andy reached up and pulled off the blindfold and let his

eyes adapt to his room, the lights set to low. On the far side of the bed,
there was a body entirely covered by a sheet, which he assumed had to be
Lauren. But his eyes only looked over there for a moment before turning to see
Aisling in a Hogwarts outfit, on her hands and knees on the corner of the bed.
"Let her rest, Andy. You've got to enjoy your treat now."

Andy licked his lips as he reached down and pushed his jeans

to his ankles before stepping out of them. "It's a hell of an outfit
you're rocking there, Ash."

She giggled again, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Oh, this is just for a laugh," she said. "No, your treat's
something else entirely."

"Oh is it?" he said pulling off his socks and his

shirt before pushing his boxers down to the floor, then scooping all his
clothes up to toss them into the hamper. "Then what is it?"

"I've had your cum down my throat and up my cunt, but

there's one hole that you haven't had a go at," she whispered. "That
nobody's had a go at, other than me, of course. I've had fingers and toys up
there, but I'm ready for the real thing." Her fingertips pulled on the
skirt, tugging it up higher and higher until it exposed her ass. "Claim all
of me, daddy."

"Are you sure, Ash?"

"Umm, am I not being explicit enough for you?" She

brought her shoulders down to the bed as both hands reached behind her and
pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. "I want you to take that thick cock of
yours and shove it right up my virgin asshole, daddy. I wanna feel you
butt-fucking my untouched hole until you toss a load up it and claim that last
bit of me that no man's ever had a go at. So you truly fucking own every
millimeter of me. I got it, and you, nice and slick. Just, just don't go too
fast to start, okay?"

"I'll stop the minute you tell me to."

"Oh, I won't tell you to stop," she moaned.

"Just pause for a second. Now let me fucking feel it already. Take my
freckled ass for a fucking hard ride."

Andy stepped up to the corner of the bed and rubbed the

mushroom head of his cock along that crack, pressing it against that rosebud
that she had indeed greased up well. "Don't hold your breath," Andy
said, and pushed the tip of his cock through that ring.

The moan that Aisling surged into the mattress was carnal,

intense and almost overwhelming. Andy kept his hips steady, not giving her any
more than that tip, even as he felt her asshole clenching a bit on his shaft,
butterfly spasms. "Fuck that's so fucking big, it feels like you've got a
telephone pole up me arse."

"Want me to "

"Give me more."

"Are you"

"Fucking more, goddamn it. It feels so fucking good, I

fucking need it. Take my virgin ass and stuff it full, you motherfucker."

Andy tried very hard not to laugh, and placed his hands on

her hips, holding her steady, as he leaned forward while pulling her back,
until his cock was nearly hilt deep in her ass. It felt ridiculously tight and
hot, like a grasp around his cock. He kept his hips still at that point, just
lodged up her as his hand smoothed along her back through the uniform. "In
your own time, Ash."

"So. Fucking. Full," she moaned. "Jaysis, I

feel like such a whore. I fuckin' love it. Now plow me, you bastard. Give it t'
me."

His hips drew back, sliding most of that shaft out before

thrusting forward again until his balls slapped against her cunt, feeling
exactly how soaked she was. He held motionless a moment again before he
repeated the motion.

"Harder," she groaned.

"What's that?"

"Fuck my virgin ass harder, you beautiful boy,"

she whimpered. "Fuckin' use your bitch."

He reached forward and his fingertips grasped a handful of

her copper mane right by the root so he could pull her back up onto her hands,
and he heard her squeal and felt her shiver as he did. "A bitch should be
on all fours."

"Fuck yes. Hammer me, daddy. Rail your slut in her

virgin shit pipe until you've carved your fuckin' name into it."

He started to piston pump in and out of her, knowing he

wasn't going to last long. She was mercilessly tight, but after four or five
thrusts, she was leaning back into him with as much force as he was drilling
into her.

"Do it, daddy," she moaned. "Give me my load,

your slut needs it, she fucking needs it, daddy. Give her your cum so she knows
who she belongs to, claim that fucking ass, oh god, jaysis jaysis jaysis., do
it daddy, do it, do it, do it, do it, cum in my ass, cum!"

At her coaxing, he relented and when his cock was slammed

down to the base inside of her ass, his balls drew up and he started to spurt a
hot load into her ass. The minute he did, he felt a splash of wetness against
his balls and it took him half a second to realize she was squirting, a stream
of liquid splattering against his nutsack and the corner of the bed.

Her shoulders slumped back down against the sheets and she

started to laugh, much more frantically than her normal giggle. "Omi god
omi god omi fucking god, I fuckin' squirted," she said, gasping for air
between shots of laughter. "I've never squirted before in me life. That
was so fuckin' intense." Andy slipped his softening cock from her ass
gingerly, as she rolled over and sat up on her knees, her hands grabbing his
face so she could kiss him harder than he'd ever been kissed in his life. She
held him there for a long minute before she pulled back just enough for their
lips to part. "Thank you so fuckin' much, Andy," she purred at him.
"Now let's hop through a quick shower and get to bed. You can meet Lauren
tomorrow."

"You okay?" he said, brushing a few rogue strands

of her hair out of her face for her. "I wasn't too rough?"

"I." Kiss. "Fucking." Kiss.

"Loved." Kiss. "It." Kiss. "If it's ever too much I'll
tell it, but I loved it. I fucking loved it." She blushed a little bit,
her eyes closing before they opened again. "I love you, Andy."

"I love you too, Ash," he said with a smile.

"But let's get that shower. And you're the one who's sleeping with her
feet in the wet spot."

"Meanie," she giggled, as they headed towards the

bathroom.

Chapter 5

Not looking under the sheet was harder than it seemed, but

after their shower, Aisling had made sure to put herself between him and the
body concealed on the far side of the bed. She snuggled up firmly against him
and made sure he didn't move too far over.

At some point in the night, he must've been accidentally

tugging on the blanket because he felt Aisling's fingers pulling his hand up
and placing it back over her tits, a tiny little giggle burbling from her
half-conscious lips.

Andy drifted back off to sleep and slept through the night.

In the morning, he was half awake when he heard two voices

talking from the foot of the bed.

"Does he always crack such a fat in the morning?"

an unfamiliar voice said.

"A lot of men often wake up hard," Aisling's voice

said. "You want to touch him, don't you?"

"God help me, I do," the other voice said again.

"I really, really, really do."

"Then go ahead."

"I can hear you, you know," Andy said, reaching up

to rub at his eyes.

"Ah. Well good day Andy," the voice said.

"I'm Lauren."

He opened his eyes and sat up a little bit, looking down at

the foot of his bed. To the right of his feet stood Aisling, completely naked.
She had a huge smile on her face, her freckled hair hanging loose over her
shoulders and down across her perky tits.

To the left of his feet stood a huge woman. She wasn't

heavy, but she was sizable, far taller than Aisling was, and more muscular. Not
overly so, but fit, like an athlete. Statuesque. It was hard to gauge how big
she was, but from his vantage point, and using Aisling as reference, Lauren had
to be over six and a half feet tall. She was blonde, a long dark golden mane
that hung over plump tits down to her waist. They were large full tits with
very obvious tan lines. In fact, he could also see tan lines forming a mark
where he imagined a bikini bottom normally was. She had a small triangle of
dark blonde hair over her cunt, with her toned thighs pressed firmly together.
One of her nipples had a barbell through it, a simple silver adornment. She
also had a silver hoop through her navel.

"Hope ya like the view," she said after what Andy

felt like was far too long of him being silent. She was gorgeous, but she also
looked nervous, maybe even shy, as her striking blue eyes looked down towards
his feet. She was older than Aisling, maybe around Andy's age, in her mid-thirties.
The accent implied she was Australian or from New Zealand, although it felt
like it had faded a bit.

"Don't just sit there silently, Andy," Aisling

said, slapping one of his feet. "Say something."

"You're absolutely stunning, Lauren." He pulled

his legs back to sit up, making room for the two girls to get onto the bed.
"Far too lovely to be saddled with a wreck like me."

Lauren blushed a little as she moved to sit down. "Now

don't say that. You're right handsome."

"What was yesterday all about?" Andy said, as

Aisling slid up further onto the bed.

"I'm, uh,”

"Go on, honey," Aisling said. "You can tell

him."

Lauren looked down, placing a hand on his thigh, before she

drew in a deep breath and lifted her other hand up to push waves of blonde hair
from her face, lifting her face to look up at him. "I've always identified
as bisexual, but I've never been with a fella before, Andy. So while I told
myself this is what I wanted, I was so afraid when I got here that I froze
up."

Andy frowned a little bit. "Lauren, if you don't want

"

Her fingers gripped firmly on his thigh, as she looked up at

him, her eyes almost ablaze. "No. No, Andy. I do want. I so want. I'm
just, I'm just nervous that I'll be bad at it. Or that you won't want me. I'm
certainly not as young and pretty as Aisling is. I mean, just look at her. She
goes alright, but I'm worried that I'm just a bit of a prawn."

"Prawn?"

"Y'know, a dog."

Aisling shook her head. "She thinks she's what American

cockheads call a butter face."

"Oh god, Lauren," Andy said, putting his hand over

hers on his thigh, squeezing it tenderly. "You're beautiful. Whatever man
told you that you were ugly was out of his fucking mind, stupid and
blind."

Lauren smiled shyly, licking her lips a little bit.

"You think?"

"Jesus, Lauren," Andy laughed. "You're out of

my league on the best of my days. I wouldn't blame you at all if you didn't
want me."

"I told Aisling I was nervous when I got here

yesterday. I mean, I'd never gone a gobbie in me life, so I was worried that
I'd damage yer tackle when I tried, but she told me,” Lauren trailed off for a
moment. "She told me that I'd cum my brains out when I got me first load
from ya, but I thought she was having a right laugh. And I didn't want you to
see me all fidgety, so she said she'd blindfold you and I could take me time.
She's a right keeper, that one is."

Aisling placed her hand on Andy's other thigh and leaned

over his legs, lifting her free hand up to Lauren's face, tipping her head up
so she could press her lips against the giant beauty in a tender kiss, which
started soft for just a second, then got heated quickly before pulling back.
"And I was right, wasn't I? Wasn't the taste overwhelming?"

"Crikey," Lauren whispered. "When he came in

my mouth, I seized up like an ol' Buick. It was like every nerve in my body was
lit on fire. I woke up this morning ready for my next fix." She glanced
over at Aisling and smiled before looking back at Andy. "You don't mind me
snogging your girl, do you?" Aisling reached over and poked Lauren on the
thigh, as if prompting her for something. "Sorry, you don't mind, do you,
sir?"

The shiver that ran up Andy's spine had to be visible to

both women. Their shared kiss only a foot or two over his cock had been one of
the hottest things he'd ever seen. The word at the end only redoubled the
sensation.

"Ah, you two want to have a go at each other and I can

leave you to it?"

Lauren giggled, a mature laugh from a mature woman, as her

hand moved a bit more up his thigh. "We had a bit of fun this morning before
you woke up, sir, an' I don't imagine it'll be the last time, but I'm ready for
the main course, if ya follow me."

"He likes girls on top, so maybe you should just hop

on," Aisling prompted.

"That true, sir?" Lauren asked, sliding a little

forward on the bed, one of her thighs moving across his thighs, straddling
them, rubbing his cock with one hand near one of her thighs. "You want me
on top?"

"If you've never been with a man before, it might be

best, so you can set the tempo and depth," Andy said.

"I've been fucked before," Lauren said. "A

rubber cock can't be that different than the real thing."

Aisling started giggling furiously. "Oh, bless. You

sweet, naive child. Let me help you to the new world." The redhead moved
up on the bed behind Lauren, one hand reaching to grab her hip, the other
reaching beneath her to grab Andy's cock, getting it lined up with the other
woman's cunt. "Ready?"

"It's not going to be that "

With a sudden push of her hand, Aisling shoved Lauren's

snatch down onto Andy's cock with one fluid motion. Lauren's head shot back,
looking up at the ceiling, letting out a filthy, carnal moan, falling back
against Aisling, who kept her propped up, her tits pressed against the taller
woman's back while Lauren quaked like she was being electrocuted. The moan
carried on for a long moment until Lauren sounded out of breath, and suddenly
she gasped in another sudden inhale, one hand reaching behind her to grab a
handful of Aisling's hair, the other smoothing across her own stomach.

"Oh Fuck," Lauren babbled, "I was wrong, I

was so bloody wrong, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I think I'm still fucking
cumming,”

"That's it" Aisling said, one of her hands still

holding onto Lauren's hip, the other moving up to cup one of the woman's heavy
tits in her slender fingertips. "I told you just putting it in was going
to set you off."

"It's not right, it's not fucking supposed to be like

this," Lauren whimpered. "I'm Still fucking cumming shit,”

Aisling smirked at Andy who was watching on with awe,

feeling Lauren's snatch fluttering around his cock. "And to think, once
you cum inside of her, it's going to hit her even harder, daddy."

"Fuckin' hell, Ash," Lauren whined, "I don't

think I can handle it. It's too much, it's too fucking much."

The redhead pressed a kiss against the blonde's neck.

"Either you're getting that load or I am," she whispered to her.
"Because I'm not letting' it go to waste."

"I'm not sure," she mumbled.

"Then get off." Aisling started to pull up on

Lauren's hips before Lauren grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand off
her hip and brought it to her belly. "Changed your mind?"

"I'm scared," Lauren said, "but I'm excited

too. It gets better than that?"

"So much better," Aisling giggled. "Daddy

knows how to reward his sluts."

"Is that what I am?"

"Do you want to be?" Andy asked her. "You

could just be one of my partners."

Lauren's eyes finally rolled back down the back of her

skull, turning those blue orbs down to look at him. "I want what you
want."

"No," Andy shook his head. "This is a decision

you make yourself."

The tall blonde bit her bottom lip nervously, looking down

at Andy's chest before looking up at his eyes. "Say it. I want to see how
it makes me feel."

"Say what?"

"That I'm, you know."

Andy smirked a little bit. "If you can't say it, why

should I?"

She licked her lips, swallowing awkwardly. "Call me

your slut."

"Is that what you want, Lauren?"

She paused then nodded. "I want to hear you say

it."

"Does it turn you on?" He reached a hand up to her

face, lifting her chin a little. "The idea of being my slut?"

Her body shivered hard for a long moment before she nodded

again. "Say it again."

"You're my slut, Lauren."

It was almost like waves of pleasure ran through her at the

sound of the words. "More."

"No," Andy said. "Say it back to me."

"Andy.,” she whined, like a child trying to get their

parent to buy them a toy.

"You say it, and I'll say it again."

Lauren mumbled the words so low even Aisling couldn't hear

them.

"If I can't hear you, you daffy bitch, how do you

expect Daddy to?" the redhead said.

"I'm your slut," Lauren whispered.

"Again," Aisling said, giving the piercing in

Lauren's nipple a little turn.

"God, I'm his slut."

"Who's slut?"

"Daddy's."

"All together now."

"God, daddy, I'm such a little slut for you,"

Lauren said, the dam finally breaking in her. "I'm your slut, sir. All
yours. Can I be your slut?"

"Of course you can, Lauren," Andy said with a soft

smile. "You're my good girl, my surfer slut."

Aisling's hand slid down and started to rub against Lauren's

clit tenderly. Those fingertips brushed across that flesh as the blonde writhed
on Andy's lap. "How good, keep doing that," Lauren pleaded. One of
her hands smoothed along Andy's chest, while the other reached behind her to
get lost in Aisling's coppery locks.

"You can't wait to feel it, can you?" the redhead

laughed. "I remember my first day., my first time, sitting where you're
sitting, praying to get a load up inside of me. Thinking it couldn't possibly
be as good as they were promising it would be." She leaned in to whispering
into her ear. "But you know what? It is. And it's even better."

Lauren was rolling her hips back and forth in his lap,

trying to thrust down on him even harder. "I want it. I do want it. I need
it. God, I must sound like a little junkie in need of a fix."

, In a way, you are. We both are," Aisling said,

kissing at Lauren's neck. "But if you want it, you've got to ask him for
it."

"Please, Andy, daddy, master, whatever the fuck you

want to be called," Lauren begged. "I'll say anything, do anything,
but you need to give it to me. Fill me up. Let me feel a man, my man, coming
inside of my cunt for the first time. I want it, more than anything I've ever
wanted in my life. Please? I need to know I'm yours. Cum in me. Cum."

On that last word, all the resistance Andy had simply melted

away, and his body let loose, spurting a load of hot jizz up inside of Lauren's
throbbing cunt. She began to spasm and quake atop of him as she felt it before
Aisling let the tall Aussie slump forward, laying atop Andy.

It was at least a minute before Lauren made any noise at

all, before an almost mouse squeak of a giggle purred from her throat against
his neck, her face buried in the crook of it.

"You okay, Lauren?" Andy said, his hand reaching

up to stroke her hair as Aisling laid down next to them, nuzzling in against
the other side of Andy's neck.

"Oh my god, it's just like being mounted," Lauren

said. "I feel warm from the inside out, and kinda dizzy. But it feels
amazing."

"Right?" Aisling said. "Was I right or was I

right?"

"Girl, I'm gonna be an addict for this man,"

Lauren purred.

"You and me both, sister."

After fifteen minutes or so, the three of them got up and

took a shower together. Lauren was indeed taller than Andy was by several
inches, not that he minded. He did think, however, he was going to need a
bigger shower.

Later that day he found out that Lauren was thirty five and

she was originally from Sydney, having moving to the Bay Area about seven years
ago for a job working for the '49ers as a personal trainer. Aisling and Lauren
immediately hit it off, although they made it a point to ensure Andy didn't
feel left out. Late in the afternoon, the two of them had retired upstairs to
have a little bit of fun together while Andy continued working on his next
novel downstairs.

"Y'know, when I first saw Lauren," Lily said to

him on her way into the kitchen to get a soda, "all I could think of was
that Eddie Murphy line."

Andy arched an eyebrow at her, not catching the reference.

"What Eddie Murphy line?"

"You know, in Beverly Hills Cop 2, when he sees

Bridgette Nielsen for the first time." Lily looked at him, waiting for the
spark of recognition, rolling her eyes when she didn't see it. "You know,
'God damn, that's a big bitch.' You sure you can handle her?"

He blushed a little bit. "Not in the least. I'm in way

over my head, but I'm thankful for it at least."

Lily nodded, closing the fridge. "That's good. Stay

humble, stay thankful. But I'll tell you one thing,”

"What's that?"

"Two down and two to go, but so far you have a Limey

and an Aussie, so you damn well better get some American pussy, and you damn
well better get some cunt that's at least as dark as I am." She smirked at
him. "If the next bitch who walks through that door is French, German,
Russian, anything like that, I'ma cuntpunt her ass right outta here, you
follow?"

"Letting you answer the door for the next few weeks,

got it."

"Smart man," she said. "You wouldn't like me

when I'm angry."

She started to walk back to the living room, but Andy just

couldn't help himself. "Cuntpunt? Really?"

"It's when you,”

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's just what it sounds

like."

"So keep in mind, I'm watching you."

"Watch the door!" Andy laughed. "You can

decide who to let in or not!"

Lily would get the opportunity to decide very soon.

Chapter 6

The next few days around the house were mostly spent with

everyone getting to know one another. Lauren, in addition to being a personal
trainer, turned out to be an excellent cook. A few days after she arrived, it
was decided that a grocery run was needed, but Andy felt strongly that he
wanted to go as well. It wasn't advised, but it wasn't strictly forbidden any
more either. The news had been quite clear about what he needed to do if he
wanted to go out “ not only was he required to wear a P95 mask, he also had to
wear goggles protecting his eyes and latex gloves covering his hands. It felt
burdensome, but he direly needed to get out of the house for a least a short
period of time, so he, Aisling and Lauren resolved to make the grocery store run.

"I feel like Mad Max in this get up," Andy

grumbled as he got out of the car in the Safeway parking lot. "Except for
the fact that I'm unarmed."

"They won't let us in the shop if you're sporting an

axe, love," Aisling said, comforting him. The girls were dressed up in
their gear as well, although both of the girls were wearing his t shirts.
They'd taken to just going through his shirts each morning and tossing one on,
not that he minded. Andy owned a lot of t shirts. It was practically a uniform.
"And we're going through supplies much faster these days with more mouths
to feed."

"An' you need to let me get a bunch more healthy things

in addition to your junk food," Lauren said. "And with five people
instead of two, we're going through food a lot quicker these days. So you'd
better get used to one of us going out for supplies every few days."

"Also, you're the one who wanted to come along,

Andy," Aisling said. "You could've just stayed home and let us do all
the work."

"I had to get out of the house before I went stir

crazy. You know I haven't been more a hundred feet out of the condo since
April. We were told we were in a very high risk area, so we completely
quarantined and just had food delivered, but it was starting to rack up quite
the bill that way."

The trio headed into Safeway, keeping a good distance from

everyone else. At the beginning of the year, if Andy had come into this
particular Safeway on a Saturday, it would've been a madhouse. Instead, it felt
like a ghost town. Some of the aisles were still desperately barren, with
supplies like toilet paper down to only a few options, if that. Thankfully,
Eric had been smart enough to set up a recurring order from their local CostCo
to get toilet paper delivered when they had it in stock. Andy had been tempted
to do a CostCo run as well, but as his first real outing in months, he wanted
to stick to something where he felt like he at least had a little control.
Their local Safeway was located up in the hills a little bit, so it didn't
always get as much traffic as grocery stores closer to the freeways.

Andy started to move over to grab a shopping cart, only to

get the mom armbar move from Lauren, who pushed him back a good step. "Oh
no, Andy," she laughed. "We'll push the cart. You just pick things up
and put them into the cart with your gloves."

"I don't understand what the difference is," Andy

sighed. "But okay, okay, I do remember them saying that men weren't
supposed to touch shared objects in public spaces, so I'll keep my hands
off."

"It's like you haven't been trained properly,"

Aisling giggled.

"You watch it, Ash, or I'll bend you over my

knee," he teased back.

"She'd only enjoy it, Andy," Lauren said, rolling

her bright blue eyes as they headed into the vegetable section. Andy mostly let
the girls pick up things and put them into the cart, but every so often he
would insist on something and would pick it up himself, like garlic. Both
Lauren and Aisling questioned the amount of garlic he bagged up and dropped
into the cart, but he was insistent that they would use it all before they were
back to the grocery store again.

They'd gotten close to a full cart's worth of groceries and

were standing in the frozen food section, mostly looking for ice cream truth be
told, when a familiar voice called to him from a little bit away. "Andy,
that you under all that mess?"

Sure enough, it was his friend Phil, standing next to a

curvy Hispanic woman. Andy might not have been able to recognize Phil at first
glance with the mask and the goggles, but the jacket was a one of a kind
letterman jacket from a fighting game tournament Phil had won almost a decade
ago. "How did you recognize me, Phil?"

"I was taking a wild guess, but I don't know anyone

else here in the States who would be wearing a Nautilus Pompilus t shirt. Russian
alternative rock band t shirts aren't exactly a dime a dozen."

Andy paused for a second, and then realized, he wasn't

wearing his Nautilus Pompilus t shirt, but Aisling was. He nodded with a slight
smile. "Fair enough. We can't exactly talk here, but let's meet up at the
base of Mount Diablo, in the park. We can stand far apart enough to talk and
still be safe. We've got to drop groceries off, so let's say we meet up in a
couple of hours?"

Phil looked down at his watch. "Three o'clock? Sure,

we'll see you there."

They didn't say anything else to each other, just finished

up shopping, paying and taking their groceries home. On the way home, Andy
explained to Aisling and Lauren that Phil was one of his oldest friends, and
that he was one of the people Andy had talked to over voice chat during the
days since the quarantine had started, although Phil had been radio silent for
a few weeks now.

On the way to the park, Aisling and Lauren were peppering

him with questions about Phil. They'd talked to a few of Andy's friends on
video chat, but they'd only heard stories about Phil. Of course, they'd heard
quite a lot of those stories.

They pulled into the parking lot at the park and Andy could

see Phil's car on the other side. Sitting on the hood was Phil with the woman
he'd seen him with in the Safeway. Andy hopped out of his car, along with
Aisling and Lauren. They were out in the open and so far from each other that
they felt safe not wearing masks and goggles. Andy walked forward, not towards
Phil, but towards the wooden fencing. "So Phil, where the hell ya
been?" Andy laughed.

Phil was a slender enough Filipino but he looked thinner

than Andy remembered. He was clean shaven, and while Andy expected him to have
a shaggy head of hair, it looked trimmed and coiffed. Phil had an easy going
way about him, a casual grace that Andy had always envied. He smiled up at
Andy, shrugging a little bit. "So, Andy, this is Audrey, she's my
partner."

To the right of Phil stood the woman he'd seen her with

earlier in the day, but now he could get a better look at her. She was curvy,
almost plump, but had a rosy demeanor to her. She was wearing a Street Fighter
t shirt that clearly couldn't be Phil's. She was a bit younger than Phil was,
but not unbearably so. "Hi Andy!" she said, giving him a big wave.
"Sorry I've kept him off the group Discord, but I didn't want to share him
until I felt like we were established."

"Oh, love," Aisling giggled. "We're all doing

that."

"Phil, this is Aisling, Ash for short, and this is

Lauren," Andy said, rubbing the back of his own neck sheepishly.
"Frankly, I'm a little embarrassed they're stuck with me, but they both
seem happy enough, so maybe I'm doing okay by them."

Lauren nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "Andy's

the most humble feller I've met. I think me an' Ash are just a couple'a lucky
gals."

After a minute or so of silence, Andy spoke again. "So

Phil, what do you know?"

It was a question designed to cut right through the

bullshit. Andy and Phil had been good friends long enough that they'd developed
a sort of shorthand, particular words and phrases that they could use whenever
and wherever and people wouldn't know exactly what was being said. There was a
good reason for it.

Phil clicked his tongue. "Okay, here's what I

know." Phil had worked for a number of tech companies over the years he'd
known him, but for the last four years, he'd worked for Boeing up in
Pleasanton. Everything he worked on was classified, but he was known to share
nonspecific things from time to time, especially if it affected their gang of
friends. "What I can tell you without either of us getting our kiesters
thrown in the hooscow, anyway,”

"That sounds best."

"It's bad, Andy," Phil sighed. "It's very

bad. They're downplaying the body count for the media, but truth be told we're
looking at over a million so far, probably a lot more. And it's only going to
get worse. The internal projections are that we're looking at five million dead
Americans before all of this is done."

"Jesus," Andy muttered. "One million people dead?

Seriously? How are they keeping all this quiet?"

"Lots and lots of work," Phil replied. "It's

not as bad outside of the US, but that's because other countries started taking
it serious long before we did."

"Are the rules true?"

"I wouldn't be talking to you like this if I didn't

think it was safe, Andy. But it's going to get worse. A whole lot worse. People
here still aren't taking it seriously. You see the news the other day?"

"People crowded into churches, shoulder to shoulder,

demanding their faith will keep them safe. Idiots in city hall meetings,
claiming the right to not wear a mask if they don't want to."

Phil nodded. "It's madness. Half of those people will

be dead before year's end, and I don't think we're going to have a lid on this
until next year. We're living through Spanish Flu Part 2: Electric
Bugaloo."

"Five million dead? That's like one percent of the

country. How the hell are they going to keep it all quiet?"

"As much smoke as possible," Phil grumbled.

"Keep the cover going until it's untenable. People are going to notice
eventually, but the lockdowns are going to keep things contained for a while.
But guys like you and me, we need to stay as safe as possible. Because we're
high risk."

Aisling scowled at him. "How so? I thought the elderly

and immuno compromised were the most at risk."

"They are," Phil said, nodding again, "but

beyond that, it's men between the ages of thirty and forty five. That's where
the majority of casualties have been so far. Thankfully, you and me, we're
buffered pretty well."

"What do you mean, buffered?"

Phil smirked, giving a tiny shrug. "Let's just say

we've been doing some vaccine testing in rather unusual and unorthodox ways.
Did your libido used to be this high all the time, Ash?"

She blanched for a moment. "I thought it was just the

cabin fever, but now you mention it, I've had a slight buzzing of sexual need
since they gave me those shots. What the hell did they do to me?"

He raised a hand to calm her down. "Relax, it'll even

out eventually. But it's designed so that you're protecting your partner,
swapping fluids, giving him regular dosages of the natural antibodies you're
building up inside."

"Why not just give men the shots directly?" Lauren

asked.

"Because when we've tried it, it's been fatal."

Phil took out a vape pen and inhaled a drag off of it before blowing the vapor
back out. He'd been a smoker when they'd first met, but Andy had convinced him
to quit. The legalization of pot in California had helped some, naturally.
"But if a woman with the vaccine is having regular sexual activity with a
man, he's getting a nontoxic dose, and both parties have about 70% resistance
to the virus. I wouldn't have put Andy down as polyamorous, but it's going to
strengthen your armor even more, my man."

Andy smirked, looking at his feet. "I actually put no

preference, so it looks like I'm going to get a full slate."

"Nah, you'll probably stay where you are. Unless you

got rated something ridiculous."

"Me and Eric got rated level 5s."

Phil nearly dropped his vape pen, his eyebrows raising.

"Are you shitting me?"

Andy laughed and shrugged a little.

"How the fuck did that happen?"

"The guy coming to test us was a fan of the books, so I

gave him an ARC of the new one that's been delayed a few months. As a way of
saying thank you, he rated me and Eric as level 5s."

Phil chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "You son of a

bitch. I'm not even rated a level 5 and I work for the goddamn military on
goddamn black ops shit."

"Allegedly," Andy added, grinning back.

Phil nodded. "Allegedly." He dragged the word out

before he looked up then shook his head. "You're gonna get two more, huh?
Good lord, I'm both jealous and terrified for you all at once. How are you
going to keep all those personalities from conflicting?"

"I'm going to do my best to stay the hell out of their

way, mostly."

"That's not going to work forever, luv," Aisling

said to him. "It's not like we're going anywhere, even when this virus
recedes."

"You say that now, but,”

"No, they're always going to say that. Isn't that part

of the public facing info about the pairing system?" Phil said.

It was Andy's turn to raise his eyebrows. "No, whatever

you're implying, it isn't public knowledge. But you're already in for a
penny.."

"Might as well be in for a pound, I guess," Phil

answered, nodding in agreement. "Alright, but keep this just between us,
okay?"

"Well, I'll tell Eric, Eric's partner, and my other two

partners when they show up, but other than that,”

"Yeah, well, that's what I meant by us, alright? Okay,

so here's the deal. Do you remember the first time they got a bit of you in
them?"

"You mean,” Lauren started.

"I think you know what I mean."

Both Aisling and Lauren blushed and grinned widely.

"Most intense thing that's ever happened to us," they both said.

"What do you remember right after though, Andy? Just

you. They'll both have been passed out."

Andy stroked his goatee for a second then snapped his

fingers. "They kept mumbling a word over and over, so quiet I could barely
make it out, something like, imaging?"

Phil shook his head, taking another drag off his vape pen.

"Not imaging, imprinting. You're bonded now. Mated for life, like
walruses."

"You mean penguins," Andy corrected. "It's

penguins that mate for life. And what does that mean here, mated for
life?"

"You're intertwined on a chemical, biological and

physiological level in a way we can't even begin to comprehend," Phil
said, exhaling another cloud of mist. "If you go away from one another for
more than a couple of days, you'll start to feel nervous, anxious, fidgety.
After that, it'll be panic attacks, cold sweats. Past that, nervous breakdown.
Unless, of course, the other person is dead, in which case that doesn't seem to
happen." He shrugged a little bit. "We're kids playing with the
building blocks of life here, man. We don't even know what we don't know. But
you, Lauren and Ash, you're a unit now. And anyone else you add into that will
be as well. I mean, why do you think that questionnaire is so damn long? We
don't want to screw up anybody's lives trying to help them. Besides, another of
the side effects is that being in each other’s company will produce natural
dopamine to keep things relatively smoothed out, helps you get past the small
stuff, and let's face it, it's all small stuff at this point."

"And this is happening all over the country?"

"Shit, no," Phil sighed. "We've barely gotten

this off the ground in the Bay Area, and all the tech for this shit is here.
There are governors all across the country absolutely in arms against this
plan, saying they'll fight it tooth and nail, keep people from getting the
vaccine until it doesn't have any of these crazy side effects."

"I assume you're still working on that."

"Of course we're still working on that," Phil

said, rolling his eyes. "I'm just baffled by how many goddamn Republicans
insist a semi viable solution isn't a solution at all. Even if we were just
hitting high risk areas, we could manufacture enough of this current formula to
inoculate sixty or seventy million people in this country, all of whom would be
70% resistant to it."

"They claiming it's a sin against god or

something?"

"Worse. But, I guess, more honest." Phil had a

slightly bitter laugh filling the air. "They're angry they can't make a
buck off of it. Now, of course, there are factions that are just going ahead
and doing it anyway. Front line medical workers, emergency services, and a few
branches of the armed forces, and their associated contractors. Of course, the
whole Bay Area is taking part in it as well, so I guess I would've gotten
treated either way."

"So we're resistant but not immune?"

"Fuck, man," Phil groaned, "I'm not promising

you won't get the virus at all, but even if you do, it won't be life
threatening. That said, you still shouldn't go out of your way to expose
yourself to this shit. It's a mean as fuck virus under the best of conditions,
and this ain't those."

"You think they're going to start testing this vaccine

in wider areas, Phil?" Aisling asked him.

He shook his head. "I wish to god they would, but the

Moron In Chief is still calling it Kung Flu and the Chinese Virus, like he can
spin blame onto other countries instead of admitted what a fucked up job he and
his have done with this."

Andy felt his phone in his pocket vibrate at the same time

as his Apple Watch buzzed at him. Phil was fishing out his phone as well,
clearly having felt the buzz.

There on his wrist, Andy read a news blast from the

Associated Press. "President contracts Covid 19, collapses in Oval Office.
25th Amendment being invoked."

"Well, shit, looks like you report to somebody new now,

Phil."

Half an hour later, the trio had returned to the condo,

where Eric and Lily had the television tuned to CNN. "Can you believe this
shit?" Eric said. "The President dropped into a coma this morning,
apparently, and already they're moving Milquetoast into his job."

"Anything's better than the orange goomba, don't you

think?" Andy said as he moved to sit down on the couch on the other side
of Eric and Lily. "I mean, this guy's "

On the television screen, the former Vice President was

being sworn in, but as soon as he placed his hand on the bible being held by
the Chief Justice, he collapsed onto the floor as the news anchors covering the
story intently.

"Out before he even got in, it looks like," Eric

laughed.

"That puts a woman in charge, thank god," Lily

said.

"Assuming they hold to the rules of law at this

point," Aisling said. "And at this point, that's anyone's game."

The next few hours, the news was a flurry of chaos, as

people argued what was legal and what wasn't. When they went to bed, no
decision had been reached. In the wee hours of morning, Andy's phone beeped
with an AP news blast “ the Speaker of the House was, in fact, now the first
woman to be acting as President of the United States.

The world turned upside down.

It was that same day there came another knock on the door.

Andy remembered the warning Lily had given him, so he glanced from his desk and
nodded to Aisling. "I think you and Lily had better go answer that, don't
you?"

"Are you scared of Lily, luv?"

"Scared, no," Andy chuckled. "But I respect

her opinion. And frankly, I don't know how to tell those government folks no,
so if someone's got to do it, it ought to be you and her."

The knock at the door came a second time, and Aisling moved

to her feet, putting her hand on Lily's shoulder, as she closed her laptop and
set it on the couch. "Alright then, let's see if I need to get my punting
boots on," Lily said, taking a break from her coding.

When Aisling opened the door, on the other side stood Dave,

the man who'd set up Andy and Eric at the start. Standing next to him was a
woman in a camouflage jumpsuit, a scarf over her mouth, goggles over her eyes,
a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. She had a military cap atop of her head.

"Hey Eric," Dave said, giving him a wave.

"Brought another girl for Andy."

"We'll see about that," Lily said, taking the

tablet from him. She looked down at the form, a strange smile crossing her
lips, before she looked up at the woman in uniform. "That really your
name?"

The woman squirmed a little, but nodded. "Yes

ma'am," she said. "Is that okay?"

Lily handed the tablet over to Aisling. "I'm not one of

Andy's partners, but Ash here is, so she can sign."

As Aisling started to sign, the woman in camo moved into the

condo. She set her duffel bag down just inside of the door as she started to
walk over towards Eric. Lily stepped back, and shook her head. "That's
Eric. He's mine. Andy's over there," she said, pointing into the other
room at Andy who was looking on from his desk, "but if you want to go
upstairs "

"Thanks again for the book, Andy!" Dave called

out, just before Aisling closed the door on him.

The woman was already walking over towards Andy. Lauren was

in the kitchen, working on dinner. She pulled her hat off and tossed it onto
the dining room table next to Aisling's computer, revealing a tight black
ponytail. When she pulled the goggles off, Andy could see her brown eyes, and
got a sign of her skin, deep golden, looking somewhat Asian but also somewhat
distinctly not.

"Andy," Aisling said, "meet 2nd Lieutenant

Niko Red Wolf."

Niko was pulling off the scarf and tossed it onto the table.

Andy started to stand up, but Niko shoved him back down suddenly.
"Sit," Niko said to him.

Andy's head cocked to one side. "Shouldn't we go upstairs,

Niko?"

"No time," she growled. "Can't think

straight." She dropped down to her knees in front of him, pushing his legs
apart as she moved up and in between them, nuzzling her face against his crotch
through the jeans. "Need this now."

"I really think "

Niko reached her hands up and pulled her top open quickly, a

feverish yank down on the zipper to expose her tits beneath the camo jumpsuit.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her skin was all that deep tan, with brown
nipples that looked as hard as rocks. She looked up at Andy for approval as her
hands moved to his waist, popping the button on his jeans before unzipping them
quickly. Her tongue was wetting her lips, an almost feral look to her eyes
which kept darting between his face and her hands.

"This is new," Aisling said as she moved to sit

down at her seat at the dining room table, a straight eye line to Niko and
Andy.

"We ought to get her to the bedroom," Andy said to

Aisling almost imploringly.

"I don't think you have a choice, luv."

Lily walked in just as Niko fished Andy's cock out, although

she barely had any chance to even register it as Niko pushed her mouth down on
it suddenly, trying to stuff it all the way into her throat. There must have
been a droplet of precum there on the tip, because Niko began to tremble, but
refused to lift her head up.

"Niko's a Japanese name," Lily said, "but

RedWolf is definitely Native American. She's going to town on you, isn't
she?"

"I feel very awkward with you watching, Lily,"

Andy said.

Lily laughed, shaking her head. "Fine fine, I won't

take advantage of this poor girl in the state she's in. I'll just go back to my
coding." Lily walked back into the living room as Aisling moved over to
get a little closer, a wry grin on her lips.

"She's fucking voracious, isn't she?"

Niko pulled her head up, gasping for breath, her eyes

looking up at Andy. "Good. Hard now."

"Niko, shouldn't we,

She shook her head, standing up before spinning around,

pushing the jump suit down even further, down to her thighs. "No, now.
Need now." The inside of her thighs was damp, glistening with wetness that
had clearly seeped down her legs from her snatch, which was soaked.

Andy's hand moved onto her bare hip, but Niko took his hand

and pulled it away, as she backed up and reached between her legs to grab his
cock, moving to sit back, settling into his lap as she guided his cock right
into her cunt. There was something desperate and sudden about it, as he felt
his cock slip inside of her, feeling exactly how soaked she was. Her cunt was
hot and molten, the wettest he'd ever felt any woman.

"Good," Niko moaned, tossing her head back, that

short black ponytail flicking him in the face. "Dick good. Want cum. Give
cum."

"But I "

Niko reached behind her head to curl one strong arm behind

Andy's head, pulling his face forward as she turned her head to kiss him hard,
sloppy, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth as she pulled her hips
forward and then pushed them back into him once more.

Andy had never fucked anyone this way before, but there was

something intense about, as she bounced in his lap. Lauren had turned the heat
down from the food and walked over towards them a bit, cocking her head to one
side. "Gonna have to try that one meself some point."

"You and me both, sister."

Lauren reached forward and smoothed her hand along Niko's

thigh before pulling her fingertips up, holding her hand out to Aisling.
"She's fucking sodden, Ash."

"Andy, don't hold out on the poor girl," Aisling

said.

"I'm not doing it intentionally, Ash," Andy

moaned, "but I don't want to take advantage of her."

Niko shook her head frantically. "Not advantage. Need

cum. Give cum. Please." Her voice was breathy, whimpering, as she tried
again. "Please. Give bitch cum. Your bitch." She swallowed a breath,
as if trying to put together words into some logical order. "Belong to you
now. Need. Need. Give cum. Claim. Fucking do it, man. I'm fucking begging you
already. I need to be your slut so fucking bad it hurts." A wounded cry
limped from her throat. "Please? Give."

It wasn't an intense orgasm on his part, but Andy felt his

body give away as his balls drew up and his cock blasted a shotgun spatter of
jism against the back of Niko's snatch, as her body spasmed, her spine arching,
her ass grinding against his stomach, the trembling lasting for longer than
anyone he'd ever seen shake before, until it finally ended and she slumped back
against him, drool dripping from the corner of her lips as she mumbled that oh
so familiar word “ "imprinting" “ over and over again, her body covered
in goosebumps.

"Lauren? Ash? Help me get her upstairs, will you?"

To be continued in part 3, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

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