Bred by his Bully

The three of them went upstairs to the master bath. Grace followed along since they seemed to know where they were going. She was completely filthy and desperately wanted that shower, even if she knew that she'd probably never feel clean again. Right now, she had to walk with one hand on her pussy just to make sure she didn't drip residual cum all over the beautiful home's nice carpets.

When they reached the master bath, she found an oasis of cleanliness that she was not expecting. The shower was one of those giant glass enclosures with four shower heads, all lined in gleaming white travertine tiles.

I've died and gone to heaven, she thought as Samantha turned the array of different knobs, and the glassed-in stall began to steam. She gave second thoughts about whether she'd be able to feel clean after all of this, as the other girls shed their masks and then climbed into the luxurious shower, one after the other.

Grace followed along without a word, and it was only after she wet her hair and felt the warm spray on her body that she finally started to feel human again. "So, how was your first orgy?" Cynthia asked out of nowhere, completely blindsiding her.

"I... Amazing..." Grace said, finally. "I was a little surprised that Jay didn't fuck me because he wanted you girls more. To be honest, I didn't even know there were going to be other girls here."

Samantha laughed at that. "Your first time, and you wanted them all to yourself? That many guys would kill you!"

They all agreed with that before Cynthia added. "Oh, Jay never joins in when everyone is there. Those parties are for his crew. Sometimes he comes up here afterward with us, but... well, if he wants to fuck it's usually somewhere fucked up--"

"Like school, or the park, or the mall..." Samantha chimed in.

"Yeah, somewhere as public as possible, or sometimes on weekends at his house if his parents aren't home. He's invited me over a couple of times to a couple of intimate get-togethers to watch, well... you know... have you ever been fucked while you watched yourself get fucked on a big flatscreen?"

As Cynthia asked her that question, she started to soap Grace's breasts with a loofah. She didn't even ask for permission or anything, which was pretty reasonable considering the way that they'd made out earlier. Still, despite how oversexualized she'd been over the last couple of hours, that delicate touch still managed to turn her on, and her nipples hardened immediately.

"I, uh... To be honest--" Grace started to say before Samantha answered.

"Oh, I love watch parties!" the brunette interrupted. "There's nothing hotter than getting fucked while you watch how hot you are when you're getting fucked."

Grace was about to comment and reveal just how inexperienced she really was, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the door opened up to reveal a very naked Jay. She hadn't seen him before that moment because of how fogged up the glass was, but as he joined them in the shower, it was hard not to stare.

"Well, if you love them so much, I'll make sure to invite you to the next one," he said smoothly as he pushed past Grace until he was surrounded by all three of the women. Indeed, he seemed to have picked his spot beneath the largest of the shower heads just because, right there, all of their breasts were pressing against him.

She'd never been interested in sharing one of her lovers before, but given how much she'd just been shared, suddenly, the idea seemed more intriguing than ever. For those first few seconds, he just ignored her as he groped Samantha's breasts.

Of the three girls, she was definitely the biggest. She probably had a large D-cup, which were nearly twice the size of Grace's large B-cup breasts.

They were almost, but not quite as large as Cynthia's. It was enough to make her self-conscious for a moment, as her mind noted that she was no longer the shiny toy and that she'd been passed over by the man she wanted to notice her for other women with bigger tits. Still, there was nothing she could do about it but try to be even sluttier in a bid to catch his eye.

Nothing unless you got knocked up today, her traitorous brain reminded her. Then they're going to get huge and fill with milk. Even as she tried to push that terrible thought from her mind, for a moment, she imagined what she would look like if her breasts doubled in size and Jay was suckling at them while he ignored the other two girls.

She only had a moment to feel neglected. She hadn't even fully processed the crazy images that had gone through her brain before he turned to her and said, "What's the matter? My dick ain't going to wash itself."

Grace flushed then and wordlessly fell to her knees to obey. Embarrassingly, she'd actually been planning to wash his dick, but when Cynthia beat her by a moment and started sucking his cock instead, she finally understood.

Grace started making out with Cynthia for the second time that day, only this time, instead of wrestling with saliva and pre-cum, there was a thick, uncut dick between their lips. The head thrust forward now and then at random. Sometimes, it would enter her mouth, and sometimes, it would go into Cynthia's instead, but mostly, it lingered somewhere between them so that they could both attack it with their tongue.

Grace spent half that time wishing he'd fucked her today, but Jay ignored them both. Instead, as they devoured his dick, he mauled Samantha's breasts as he alternated between sucking her nipples and telling the three of them how slutty they'd all been at the party earlier.

"I'm not sure I've ever seen anything as hot as when Cynthia fed Grace cum like a baby bird," he explained in the most deranged compliment of her entire life. "You girls are fucked up. I love it."

Grace blushed hard at that, but that didn't stop her from sucking. Instead, she reached over and started to molest Cynthia's beautiful breasts. If they were going to take turns being hopelessly slutty for him, then she was going to do her best to get more of his attention. Still, as much as her partner moaned theatrically, it wasn't until Samantha finally got on her knees to join them that he really noticed her.

"You know, I never would have thought of Grace as a lesbian before today, but there's just something about naked women that gets her in the mood, isn't there?" he teased.

She tried to meet his eyes, but she couldn't come up with a clever comeback. So instead, she just nodded before she retreated and started to suck on his balls so she could hide how much he was making her blush. That was a new experience for her, and she enjoyed the way he cursed and his dick throbbed as he started to get close.

She'd never imagined she'd suck a dick with another girl, but there was something playful about it, and she enjoyed it a lot more than she thought she would. Partway through their triple blowjob, he turned off the water, complaining, "When you sluts finally make me cum, you can have your hot water back, and not before. The last thing I want to see when I give you bitched a facial is to see the water undo all my hard work."

Jay might talk a big game, but she could see that he was buckling. He'd lasted a long time, but as pent-up as he had to be after watching her getting used earlier, it was only a matter of time. After that, each of them took turns deep-throating him, just to make resisting that much harder.

Grace made sure to gag theatrically on his dick when her turn came. She had no talent for deep-throating, but after this, she wanted to. She was jealous enough of the way the other girls were showing off that she'd practice on Ryan if she had to.

All good things eventually come to an end, though, and when she felt his balls tighten in her mouth, she knew he was about to explode. Despite all his efforts to make the moment last as long as possible, he finally erupted all over the three of them. "Oh fuck..." he growled as he let the first shot go across Cynthia's chest.

The girls held each other close, then, as he let loose with shot after shot of warm pearlescent cum. In so many ways, she realized that this was like the orgy she'd experienced before, but in reverse. She couldn't think too much about that after his third shot covered her mouth and cheek. After that, her brain short-circuited.

Even considering she'd taken two dozen loads today, the amount of cum that he sprayed across the three of them was impressive. While none of them were completely glazed, all of them were close, and for a moment, she was taken back to that day in school where he'd erupted all over her once before.

This time, she didn't hesitate. She moved immediately to Samantha's tits and started to lick them clean, one salty drop at a time.

Of course, the other girl wouldn't let her do that by herself. Soon, she was kissing the drops of cum off of Grace's face one by one. Cynthia busied herself licking Jay's cock clean, but as soon as she was done, she joined them.

For a few minutes, the three of them became a ball of lust as they sought not just to taste their lover's cum, but to do so in as provocative a way as possible to steal as much of his attention as they could.

When they'd finished licking and kissing each other clean, Samantha said, "Well, at least now we've got that out of your system. Maybe we can finally wash up now."

"Oh, you thought I was just good for the one time?" he smiled as he jerked his already half-hard cock back to full mast. "I could still put a load in all of you, that is, if we had the time."

"Oh, I can make the time," Cynthia said, pressing against him. She was obviously as eager for one more ride as Grace was. "No one will mind if I miss curfew just this once..."

He looked past Cynthia and right into Grace's eyes with real hunger. For a moment, she thought he was going to start fucking them right there, but then he said, "Alright, ladies, time to get dressed and get out. I will not be held responsible if mommy or daddy grounds you for life because you've stayed out too late. That will not be an acceptable excuse for why my dick isn't getting properly moisturized, do you understand?"

All three of the girls gave a different answer then. Grace said, "Yes, Jay," Samantha answered, "Yes, Daddy," and Cynthia answered, "Yes, Master."

They all giggled at that for a moment, but as Grace left the shower first and wrapped herself in a towel, she wondered how many different lovers this prick had. How can they put up with his ego? She thought. That was hypocritical, of course. The same question applied to her, and the answer was that it was very much a part of his charm.

She pondered that question for half a minute before she noticed how late it had gotten. She'd expected to be in and out of the shower in less than ten minutes, but as it morphed from a place to scrub, to a place to gossip, and finally a place to suck dick, nearly half an hour had passed.

As much as she wanted to linger and see if she could get him to fuck her on the big master bed, she reluctantly started to dry off. She considered washing her face one more time, but decided that Samantha's saliva and the lingering scent of Jay's cum were much hotter, so she left it as it was. Then she started to do her make-up and blow-dry her hair.

The other girls eventually did likewise, leaving Jay to strut around the bathroom like they were his own personal harem. He moved from one to the other, offering them compliments that were both normal and cruel in equal measure. She did her best to ignore him then, but only because he told her, "You know, for a girl with small tits, you've got some real breeding hips..."

After Grace finished blow-drying her hair, she started to change into the skirt and blouse she'd brought with her. She'd brought a bra and panty set with her, but at the last minute, for the perverse thrill, she decided not to wear either. She didn't have to. She was just going home, and a little cool air might well soothe her overheated cunt.

When all of that was done, she checked her purse and saw that she had like ten missed messages from Ryan. For a moment, her heart stopped as she feared that someone had sent him a picture or video of what she'd done. For a moment, her life was over.

Then, when she opened it, she saw that it was nothing of the sort. He'd just sent her a few messages and a couple of memes. Some of them were sweet, even. Mostly, he just seemed to want to let her know that he missed her, which was nice, but after everything she'd been through tonight, it felt clingy, and it was pretty much the least sexy thing she'd ever seen him do.

Still, she would probably send him a few sexy snaps when she got home. Everyone else had seen her looking like a whore today, so he might as well, too.

It will give him something to jerk off to, she thought, feeling terrible about herself for a moment.

For now, though, she turned to Jay and said, "Well, I hope this holds up my end of the deal, and my brother--" she started to say, but he quickly interrupted her.

"Oh, you've still got plenty of time left as my sex slave, dear Grace. Don't forget about that part," he said with a threatening look that seemed almost possessive to her.

"I-I, know, I just meant sharing me with you boys," she said, forcing herself to smile.

"Oh, yeah, well, I ain't going to force you to come to these things every week," he answered. "Really, I'd prefer if you didn't come, but it's a free country, so I won't stop you if you really want to."

"Why's that?" she asked as her mind swirled with those new facts. They do this every week? How?

"We'll, when you get knocked up, I want to know that it's mine," he explained, stepping just a little too close to her for comfort and making her breathing instantly fast and shallow. "I'm possessive that way..."

As he spoke, his fingers drifted beneath her skirt and rubbed lightly against her clit. Grace suppressed the gasp, but couldn't do anything about how flustered it made her feel.

"I'm not sure if that's a healthy..." she started to say before she became too flustered. "We're too young to have kids anyway, even if we were--"

He laughed then, before she could embrace herself even more, and pulled his hand away. "Don't worry. There's almost a month left to go until graduation. That's plenty of time for me to knock you up," he answered with a wicked grin, "After that - well, you aren't my problem anymore, are you?"

Grace's mind froze at that, but before she could say anything she would regret, she turned and headed downstairs to the front door. She quickly decided it was for the best if she just pretended she hadn't heard that. She knew he wasn't joking, but she also knew that there was no way this was the last time he fucked her. She wanted more, and she was just going to have to take that risk.