Oral Fixations

The sight of Lilly in that blue lingerie brought my cock to full attention instantly. She was so incredibly beautiful, and I could feel my brain and my resolve waining as she gestured to one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. I walked over to the chair and sat down. The sandwich looked delicious. Lilly's specialty - ham and turkey with swiss and provolone on sourdough with mayo, lettuce, and tomato. My mouth watered.

"Eat, baby!" She said. Her hand went to my thigh. I picked up half the sandwich and sank my teeth in. As I chewed, Lilly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She spit on it and stroked me slowly to coat my shaft in her saliva.

"How was the camping trip," She asked. " Did you fuck Blythe?"

I chewed my sandwich and moaned a little as she continued to stroke my dick.

"Yeah, it was great!" I said. I felt her squeeze my dick in her hand slightly, and then she resumed sucking me furiously with hollowed cheeks. I took another bite of the sandwich. She looked at me intensely as she worked my cock down her throat and gagged.

"Oh fuck, Lilly!"

She came off my cock and gasped for air, stroking me furiously while I chewed. "Good boy Jack, eating your sandwich and letting me suck this juicy dick. So, you fucked. She took the bait."

I swallow my sandwich bite and nod. "Yeah, I told her that you and I are fucking, that you're not really my Aunt. She didn't seem put off by it." I debated how much to disclose to Lilly. It seemed not such a good idea to let her know that I was falling for Blythe. That already I was thinking about how to get out of this situation with Lilly.

"Mmm good!" She said, licking my shaft from balls to tip. I finished my sandwich and came in her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" She mumbled, surprised to get my load in her mouth. "So fucking delicious!" She said, spitting some of my cum onto her tits and smearing it across her chest. "But Jack, baby, such a naughty boy cumming in my mouth before I got your cock in my pussy!"

She stood up and leaned over the counter, wiggling her ass seductively. "Leave the rest of the Blythe situation to your Aunt Lilly, sweet boy. She'll be ours soon enough. For now, get up and fuck me!"

The sex that night was rougher than usual. She was hyper aggressive, degrading at times, and insatiable. I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into some sort of altered state as I plowed her pussy over and over again. My cock never seemed to fatigue, never softened, and I came well past what I understood my bodily limits to be.

"Now, fuck my ass, Jack! Put it in my asshole you big dumb meat bag!"

"Lilly?"

"Shut the fuck up and shove that cock in my ass!" She screamed.

I was taken aback. She'd never been like that with me before. I hesitated and she turned around to slap my face, hard.

"Jesus, Lilly, what the fuck?" Her eyes stared at me like daggers.

"Put it. Fucking. Inside. My Ass!" She said, clearly meaning business. I felt that pulsing sensation, the sound that hurt my ears while I was spaced out at the Lake. I pushed my cock against her tight puckered asshole, and she pushed out against my head until I could fit the head of my penis in her anal canal. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her left breast, and she moaned as she backed her ass into me. "That's it, fuck your slutty aunt's shit hole!"

I thrust my cock into her as deep as it could go and she screamed with a mixture of pleasure and what seemed like rage.

"That's it! Fuck my holes. Don't you ever forget who that cock of yours fucking belongs to. You fucked Blythe because I made you do it. Your cock is ours, just like her tight holes will be ours too. Oh fuck, yes! Harder!" She slapped me repeatedly on the cheek as my dick drilled her butt with relentless fury. Her rage infused lust was affecting me. I could sense myself getting angry, and the desire I had to keep this going melded with an overwhelming desire to hate fuck her. To use my cock to punish her for corrupting me, for having this much sway over my actions and decisions. I pushed her down on the floor and pulled her legs up behind her head, bending her like a pretzel.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She said.

"Fucking you like the filthy slut you are." I said loudly, slapping her face as hard as I could. She winced but then began to giggle in an almost cruel tone. "That's it, Jack, hate me, use me, destroy me!"

I shoved my cock back into her gaping asshole, pile driving into her with my full length as hard as I could while my hand grabbed her throat and squeezed. She coughed violently.

"Oh fuck," she said hoarsely, "fucking rail me! Oh fuck that cock is so fucking big!"

I stared at her, furious that she'd pushed me to this place, to this darkness in our relationship. But somehow that rage and frustration just spurred me on, and before I knew it I was filling her ass to the brim with a giant load of cum.

My vision whited out in that moment again, and I was back on the island in the middle of the river by the Beauregard Overpass. Naked Lilly and three other women were gathered around me taking turns sucking my cock. I heard harp music intermingled with the flowing water of the stream. Everything had that strange, moonlit glow to it, and the women all glowed with alabaster white skin.

"Where the fuck am I?" I asked.

"Moicane, silly." One of the women I did not recognize said as she came up for air off my dick.

"Moicane?"

"This place, it's forever, time holds no sway here. You have served us well. You served your mistress well. She sent you forth to find an acolyte. The dangers were real for you and for our world. Now, we welcome you back into the fold."

All of this should have absolutely freaked me out, made me run screaming through the night. Made me run to the phone to call Blythe. But I seemed to be forgetting all of that right now. My vision narrowing, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of well being.

Lilly walked up behind the ladies ministering to my dick. Her gorgeous tits swaying as she walked. The other women parted for her to come and kneel between my thighs. She took my cock in her hands and smiled at me.

"You've served us well. Now give me that cum, Daddy." She opened up her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I could feel my load surging through my cock, and then I awoke back in Lilly's kitchen, where my cock was leaking jizz onto Lilly's slick pussy lips, her ass still oozing my cream pie.

"Lilly, what the fuck is going on?"

"I just missed you, I'm sorry I got a little rough. It's just hard going a full day and a half without your cock around. I'm sorry."

"No, not that, although we'll circle back to that subject in a moment. What is going on with this place? I fuck you and I lose my sense of time. I have visions."

Lilly put a finger to my lips. "Shhh," she whispered. She kissed me deeply, and blackness overtook me.

I slept as though I was dead to the world. My alarm went off at 6:00 the next morning.

"Time for work!" Lilly said, spanking me playfully. I moaned, glancing around the room to get my bearings. Lilly's blue lingerie was hanging from the bed posts. My boxers were no where to be seen, and I was vaguely aware that I was caked in dried cum and pussy juice.

"Lilly, what the fuck happened last night? I think I blacked out. Did I take something?"

"Take something? Don't be ridiculous. You were just worn out from the camping trip. Now come on, get dressed. We've got to open the shop, and Blythe will be in for her shift soon!" She winked at me and ducked into the bathroom to change.

"No, Lilly, explain. What's going on?" My voice almost broke as the anxiety swelled in my chest. She turned and looked at me, he face was calm, but serious.

"Look, sweetie, can you hang with your Aunt Lilly or not?" I thought about the question for a long moment. Part me of, the part Blythe had resurrected from me at the lake, wanted to tell Lilly that no, I couldn't hang. But the intensity of her eyes, and the heave of her chest as she waited for my reply seized hold.

"Of course, I can hang with you." I said.

"That's what I thought. Stop questioning a good time and ride this out with me."

I waited for Lilly to get dressed before venturing into the shower to clean off the evidence of our decadence the night before. I stayed under the water breathing the steam for a long while, trying to reconstruct the evening's events. Hell, trying to make sense of the entire summer thus far. All the gaps in memory, time distortions, weird coincidences. That digital clock in Cassie's Subaru yesterday. I couldn't make heads or tails about it. I tried to shrug it off, and I gently stroked myself day dreaming about seeing Blythe later.

I made my way down to the coffee shop, and tied on my apron hanging by the register.

"My man!" I heard George shout from the kitchen. I went through the double swinging doors.

"Hey George!" I said.

"Did you bag that pussy like I told ya to?"

"Man, George, that's personal."

"Personal? Personal my ass, boy! Shit!" He stared me up and down and grinned. "I knew it, my boy Jack got his dick wet!"

"George, man, come on."

George chuckled. "Is she as tight as she looks?"

I flipped George the bird and walked back out into the shop. Lilly stood over by the window, putting the napkin dispensers and sugar trays on the tables. Her tight round ass strained against her jean shorts as she leaned forward. It was, as always, mesmerizing. I swallowed hard, not having the slightest clue what was happening to me. 'Was I going crazy?' I thought. 'Do I even care if I'm going crazy?'

The morning shift went by kind of slowly. A trickle of customers kept the cash register and the espresso machine humming, but in between there were long lulls. Blythe had texted me an emoji of a smiley face blowing a kiss, and I'd reciprocated. But she had classes until the early afternoon, and my phone was silent for most of the day. Lilly had left to pick up a restocking order, and the place just felt, empty.

I saw Lilly's car pull up out front at about 11:45, and I ran out to help her unload.

"Such a good boy, Jack," she said, spanking my butt when I was back in the storeroom out of sight.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

"Don't take that attitude with me, young man." She said, her lips curling into a possessive grin. She turned to check that no one was standing behind her and she approached me, lowering my head to her cleavage and pressing my face against her tits. She rubbed my hair and giggled.

"Excited to see Blythe today, I'd imagine?" She asked, looking mischievous.

"Yeah, absolutely." I said, smiling.

"Good. You just keep that lover boy vibe going. Good for our cover story," she said. "Blythe and I will have a little heart to heart this afternoon."

"What are you going to say?" I asked.

"Don't you worry about that, nephew." She said. "If you used that cock on Blythe with half the skill you use on me, it won't take much convincing."

I finished stocking the back shelves and went back out into the coffee shop. I walked past the consignment oil paintings on the back wall and paused, noticing that the painting of the overpass I'd noticed last week was missing. In its place was a painting of a tree on the banks of a river. It looked suspiciously like the tree I'd seen Lilly lounging under in my visions. 'What the fuck?' I thought.

A couple of college girls stepped into the shop and took a seat next to one of the plate glass windows. I walked over to take their order. A blond woman with short hair and a redheaded woman with long curly hair and freckles.

"I'll have a caramel macchiato," the blond woman said.

"A non-fat latte, please." Said the redhead.

"Sure thing ladies, coming right up!"

"Hey, are you Jack?" the redhead asked.

I turned back around to face them. "Yeah, that's me." I said, smiling, but with a hint of confusion on my face.

"We're Blythe's friends," the blond said. "We saw her in class and she was telling us about her new boyfriend that works at the coffee shop. We just thought we'd stop in and check you out."

"You definitely seem like Blythe's type," the redhead said, smiling. "Take care of her, we all love Blythe." She said.

I smiled at them. I wasn't expecting the news to spread that quickly, but Martin was a very, very small town. The thought of being labeled as Blythe's boyfriend actually made me feel a little prideful. I liked the sound of it.

"Don't worry, I will." I said confidently. I turned to go make their coffee orders. Lilly came up next to me by the espresso machine.

"Boyfriend?" She asked, incredulously.

"Things just kind of moved faster than expected at the lake, Lil."

"Looks that way." She said. "As long as we're still on the same page about this. It was part of the plan after all." Her brow was slightly furrowed. As though she suddenly sensed her plan was working a little too well. "Jack, sweetie, I need a boy toy, not a roommate who's someone else's boy toy. Just." She paused, thinking about her words carefully. "Just don't forget your responsibilities, Jack."

I nodded. The thought of Blythe and Lilly's "girl talk" this afternoon sent a shiver up my spine. 'There's a reason these sorts of romantic situations almost always end in disaster,' I thought. I started to panic a little, and decided to step outside on my break for a couple puffs of a joint to calm my nerves. I ducked out to the alley and took a long drag. As I exhaled the smoke, I tried to remind myself that this was all a giant cherry on top of the sundae of my life. Time to recover. To smell the roses. Whatever happened, it would happen that way for a reason. And that the important thing was to kick back and enjoy the ride. Maybe I was going crazy. But I didn't see much that I could do about it.

I looked at my watch. 1:45 pm. 'Blythe should already be here by now,' I thought. I went back inside through the alley service entrance. From there a narrow hallway connected the alley exit to the Strand's storeroom and to the clothing shop next door that shared the building with us. I opened the storeroom door and remembered that we were running low on the caramel syrup after the two shots I'd just pumped in the blond girl's drink out front. I turned down a row of shelves to find another bottle when I heard the front door of the storeroom click open and the sound of footsteps.

"Hey, Blythe, come here for a second, would you please?"

It was Lilly's voice. I panicked, realizing this was absolutely not the right place to be right now, and I ducked behind a produce crate.

"Sure Lilly, what's up?"

"Just wanted to catch up. How was the lake? Jack seems to have a new glow about him since he got back."

"Oh my gosh, Lilly! It was wonderful. Jack is amazing!"

"Aw," Lilly said, "Did you go and catch the feels for Jack?"

"Absolutely, haha!" Blythe said.

"That's great to hear, Blythe." Lilly replied. "But I bet it wasn't just his charm and good looks that got you all hot and bothered."

Blythe snorted a little giggle.

"How was his cock?" Lilly asked, her tone direct and slightly aroused.

"Lilly!" Blythe said.

"What? You fucked, right?"

I peered out from behind the crate and watched Blythe's beet red face lower as she gazed at her shoes. Her cute bottom lip bit between her teeth.

"We fucked, alright." Blythe said, a wicked smile growing across her face. "It was everything I hoped it would be and more! He's hung like a horse, Lilly. Stamina for days. I'm still seeing stars."

Lilly licked her lips as she listened to Blythe's account. "Mmm fuck, it sounds delicious."

"He told me all about you two." Blythe said.

"Did he now?" Lilly asked.

"He explained that y'all aren't really related, and that you've been fucking him all summer in exchange for room and board."

Lilly chuckled. "God, he makes it sound so transactional. It's not really like that, Blythe. I'm just a libertine slut trapped in an uptight, conservative small town. And I needed to be dicked down in the worst possible way. You've experienced his cock now, you can understand the temptation."

"Oh I definitely understand, no judgment here." Blythe said. "I just wanted to mention it, I didn't want to step on your toes, but he gave me the impression that you'd be ok with it. That you'd even sort of encouraged it."

"Good manners would have dictated that you talk to me before you started fucking my boy toy, Blythe."

Blythe's eyes grew wide, and her mouth dropped. "Oh, Gosh, Lilly, I didn't think about it like that, I'm so sorry."

Lilly laughed. "Relax, I'm just messing with you." She brought her hand to rest on Blythe's shoulder. "But, you should know, I'm not just interested in sharing Jack with you."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever been with a woman, Blythe?" She asked.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"Those eyes are pretty, but they're not innocent, sweetie." Lilly said, running her hand down Blythe's arm. "Jack's a hungry boy. Insatiable. But I have other needs. And unless those eyes are lying to me, you're just the pretty slut to fill them."

"Oh yeah?" Blythe asked, defiantly but flirtatiously. I was stunned to hear her talk like that.

"Yeah," Lilly said. She lifter her hand to Blythe's chin and held her face steady for a long moment. Then she leaned over and kissed Blythe on the lips. Blythe recoiled instantly, but didn't say anything. Lilly's hand continued to cradle her chin. Then Blythe leaned toward Lilly and kissed her back. Soon, their lips melted together in wet, sensual kisses. Lilly sucked on Blythe's bottom lip and she moaned.

"You're a great kisser, Blythe."

"Mmm, you are too, Lilly" Blythe whispered.

Lilly's hand fell from Blythe's jaw onto her round ass, and she began to caress her butt as they kissed. Blythe lifted up a hand to Lilly's perky fake tits and squeezed. Lilly pushed Blythe up against the wall of the storeroom and groped her, her movements now tinged with a thin veil of dominance. I could feel my cock growing stiff at the sight of it. 'Was Blythe actually getting into this?' I wondered. 'Or is this just an act, like she was talking about at the lake.' The line between playing out the role and succumbing to it was blurring before my eyes.

Lilly sat down on a large crate next to the wall and pulled Blythe down to her knees. She unzipped her jean shorts and slid them and her panties down around her ankles. She held Blythe's head in both her hands and gently guided her down to her crotch.

"Judging by the look on Jack's face last night, I know that you can suck cock like a proper whore. But let's see how you handle eating pussy."

Blythe buried her face in Lilly's pussy. Lilly groaned with pleasure and squirmed in her seat.

"Mmmm fuck. Yes. Yes. Just like that, pet. Lick my clit just like that. Oh fuck!"

Lilly slid her fingers into Blythe's hair to press her even closer. It wasn't long before she was a whimpering and trembling mess.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming!" She squealed, trying to keep her voice down. She stood up and guided Blythe to stand as well. She resumed kissing Blythe, licking her juices from Blythe's lips and sliding a hand down Blythe's pants.

"Oh god!" Blythe whispered.

Lilly's hand made circular motions beneath the fabric, and Blythe cooed in Lilly's mouth as the motion became faster and faster. Then Blythe gasped - ostensibly because Lilly had slipped a finder into her cunt.

"You like that, don't you sweetie?" Lilly whispered in Blythe's ear.

"Mmmhmm." Blythe managed to mutter.

"You understand your place here now?" Lilly asked.

"Mmhm." Blythe said, her face tensing as that spring in her stomach coiled tighter and tighter under Lilly's command.

"You fuck my boy toy, and I get to fuck you. Get it?"

"Mmmhmm" Blythe nodded.

"Say it."

"Yes, Lilly."

"Say it so I know you mean it." Lilly demanded, her motions in Blythe's pants becoming more and more frantic.