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It was late Friday afternoon, and Max Newman was ‘chilling’ on his bed.
'Awoooooooooooo!' His phone howled in the combined voices of the Bean Bag Boys. It had been a few months now since the Great Grounding (so unfair!) and he never let his phone out of arms reach. The Bean Bag Boys were spending less time together these days, but he wasn't likely to forget what his best friends sounded like with their goofy alert tone going off several times a day. After hastily scrubbing his hand on his jeans and finding his phone, he was disappointed that it wasn't one of the boys. 'Unknown number'. Huh. Max read it anyway, even though he wasn't supposed to text strangers. They could be pedophiles.
‘Hey Max, it’s Hannah...' the text began. Hannah... Why did that name sound familiar? Oh, of course. His next-door neighbor, the crazy nympho. Well, she wasn't a stranger, and she certainly wasn't a pedophile. He read on: '...and Lily.' Interesting; the last Max heard, Lily had been shipped off to a boarding school. Well, his spring break was approaching soon; maybe hers was already here. 'We have extremely important intel regarding Brixlee that you will not want to miss. Can you come over to Lily's tonight?’
Brixlee. Max's ex, Brixlee. His first love, his first loss... What a bitch. Anyway, Hannah had his curiosity piqued. He texted back. 'Sure wassup?'
‘Grand. We'll tell you live. Soren will invite you to a sleepover so this looks legit to your folks. See you. XOXO’
XOXO? Max shook his head. What a weirdo. 'Awoooooooooooo!' The next message was Soren’s formal invitation:
‘Yo dawg. Sleepover at my place 7pm sharp. Look dapper. Cool kids only. Sips forecast: probable.’
Max blinked at Soren's tiny face on his phone. Sips? "Idiot!" he muttered. Max's parents might read that, and mentioning sips was a great way to get the party shut down before it even started. Lucky Soren: he didn't get what strict parents could be like. That chill vibe made him so cool, despite being the smallest kid in their class. And also his cute beanie and dapper dress. "Sorry, dawg. I didn't mean it," Max whispered and mimed patting that little beanie with his finger. He would just have to come up with an explanation for what 'sips' could mean.
It wasn't the most pressing question either. What could be going on with Brixlee that Hannah needed all this cloak and dagger shit? Oh, fuck... maybe Brixlee wanted him back? That might be it! Fuck! What would he do about that? He was with Scout now. Although, if he was really honest with himself, being with Scout was a lot of work. He missed the old days with Brixlee, when everything felt so natural, so automatic. Maybe things weren't actually supposed to be so hard in a relationship.
He sent Hannah an elaborate reply. 'K.' Then Soren: 'Aw sick, thanks dawg.' He meant that. Even though the invitation was fake, it felt good. He wanted to spend more time with Soren now that he was un-grounded. Good backup plan if Hannah and Lily weren't as interesting as they were trying to seem.
Max zipped up and tromped down to the kitchen to ask Dad if he could go. Dad would certainly agree, since he already felt so bad for grounding Max. Mom, however, was all business.
“Do we know this Soren kid?” she asked. She was always suspicious. But that was fair. Max's parents weren't friends with Soren’s parents after all. "Let me see the text."
"Yeah, he's in my class," Max explained as he handed his phone, faking confidence well enough. He had years of practice lying through his teeth. "He's like, a crazy good student." Mom wasn't likely to be swayed by hearing that Soren was the coolest kid in sixth grade. A potential good influence, on the other hand, might help a lot. "And I didn't get to go to his last party..." Max pouted. This was, of course, a lie. That party had been the main event of his short lifetime; being grounded wasn't about to stop him from attending. It was where he'd first spoke to Brixlee, and first kissed her. He'd been so young, back then. So innocent.
“Oh,” Mom hesitated.
“He’s only trying to make friends…” Dad offered. Having stabbed Max's social life in the gut and left it to bleed out in a gutter this past month, Dad was trying extra hard to be chummy.
“Right. But what’s a ‘sip’”? Mom pressed on, suspicious and implacable.
Soren had been such a dumbass to include that, but Max was prepared. "Not a sip Mom, gawd," he rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh. "SIPS, S-I-P-S, cyber-integrated playstation. It's a new VR console, and he's the only kid in school who has one."
Max's parents exchanged a silent glance, and Max knew they knew he was bullshitting them. Mom was about to call out his bluff when Dad cut in.
“Well that’s great! Enjoy yourself, son.” He made a little shooing gesture with his hands. "Go get your stuff."
As Max left the room, his parents had a whispered argument behind his back. He pretended to walk up the stairs, pricking up his ears. "He might branch out from his loser friends at last," Dad said. "This party could make or break his swag at a key life stage! Let's not ruin that."
That fucking stung. Max appreciated his Dad having his back, even with the brutal honesty. Dad didn't know just how honest: how many guys Max's age had turned two girls gay? For each other? He was hopeless.
Max's parents prepared his backpack for him. So embarassing. So random. Mom put in his toothbrush, his toothpaste, his PJs, his second PJs, a change of underwear, a second change of underwear, and some allergy meds, even though Max didn't have allergies. Dad put in something discreetly, behind Mom’s back.
Once in the car, Max held the backpack in his lap, and surreptitiously checked what Dad had added. Ew. A porn magazine. Dad saw him checking and smirked. Good thing Mom wasn't in the car with them.
“I remember being your age and going to those ‘sleepovers’ like it was yesterday, son. Share with your friends, they’ll love it. It’s good stuff. Just be wary if they bring out the cookies.”
"Daaaad," Max blushed and buried his face in the backpack. He didn't need his dad knowing he was looking at porn. And with the cool kids at school, no less! Who would absolutely think Max was the coolest for having it... as long as he said he stole it. Sure, there was plenty on the internet, but stealing a magazine was retro cool.
Also, those boys from school weren't going to be there at all, because it was a fake sleepover, so there was that. Max extracted a bottle of lotion from the backpack and spread some on his hands; they were a little dry. "Wait, cookies?"
Dad chuckled. “Never heard of soggy biscuit? Eh, everyone has to learn one day, I guess.” He pulled over in front of Soren’s house. “Have fun, son. Just don’t burn down that house. And don’t end up in jail.”
"Whatever. You're so effing weird." Max hopped out of the car. "Thanks Dad, see you tomorrow."
“See you! Love you sweetie!” Dad yelled, way louder than seemed healthy for Max's swag, then he drove away.
Max rang the doorbell. Maybe after whatever the Brixlee thing was, he could just hang out with Soren, show him the magazine. They'd be friends for sure then. After a short wait, which Max spent fixing his hair and clothes so he would look dapperest, Atticus opened the door.
“Yo dawg. Come in.”
"Hey dawg," Max gave Atticus a funny look. What was he doing here?
After returning that look with one of his own, Atticus led Max towards the living room, where Soren was playing his beloved PS5.
“Sup’ dawg.” Soren didn't even look away from the huge TV screen. He was so cool.
"Yo dawg, sup. So... are sips for real, or is this just a ploy?"
“Sips after,” Soren replied, his eyes glued to Kratos slaying hordes of demonic ghouls, his little fingers mashing the buttons. “Girls are upstairs, doing their shady girl shit. They’re expecting you. Be cool. Don’t catch cooties.” Atticus snickered stupidly, but still in a cool way. The sleek haircut was doing all the job for him.
"A'ight," Max said. "Looking forward to it, uh, bro." He hiked up his backpack and headed upstairs. These bitches were always so shifty. Why was that? He followed the sound of giggling until he found them.
The room was violently pink, from the fluffy carpeting to the flowery wallpaper, not to mention the soft tassels of the over-comfy looking pillows. Man, what a fucking girly room. Weren't they supposed to be feminists?
Lily was sitting cross-legged on her large bed, while Hannah lay next to her on her belly. Both girls looked at Max and granted him their most genuine, most perfectly toothy smiles. “Hey Max!” they said in unison. They seemed very pleased to see him. Too pleased. Waaaaay too pleased. It creeped him out.
"Hey Hannah, hey Lily, huh... what's all this shady shit about? If you know something about my ex, why not just tell me like a normal fucking person?" He drummed his fingers on his backpack strap nervously. Something about them was seriously weird.
The girls giggled in sync at his bravado. “Oh my God, you’re so cute,” Hannah cooed.
“Too cute,” Lily added, giving Max the up and down stare.
“You see, this crucial kind of information can’t be exchanged over unsecured means of communication.”
“It can’t.”
“We have to discuss this in person.”
“We do.”
They were being so strange. Not exactly finishing each other's sentences, just agreeing with each other, like it was taking both of them teamed up to produce one coherent thought. ...Were they high? "OK, uh, well, I'm here now, so... W-what is it?"
Hannah rose from the bed and stepped closer to Max. She put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck, gently. Her pupils were huge, like the owl from a funny meme Thor shared in the Bean Bag Boys Whatsapp group yesterday. She did seem calm, as well.
“The truth is, we feel bad about the whole drone business.”
“So bad.”
“We put you and your friends in danger.”
"We did!”
“It’s bad for our karma.”
“My chakras are all fucking jammed!”
“So we wanted to make out with you."
"Make up with you."
"That, too.”
Lily slid up to Max's other side as they spoke. His backpack slipped away and the girls' hands competed for the best spot on his bony little shoulders.
"W-w-well I appreciate the th-thought," Max stammered. What was happening? What were they doing? Did they know how horny their touches were making him? No, they couldn't know. They were just trying to be nice, to unjam their chalk, whatever that meant. "Um, what does that have to do with B-b-brixlee?" Max tried not to look at either of them, tried to subtly turn himself away from their touches.
Their smiles widened, growing creepier. Four hungry hands groped him, insistent: on his cheeks, on his chest, into his dense brown hair.
“We know why Brixlee left you,” Hannah replied. Or was it Lily?
“Same as all your other girlfriends, really.”
“Because you’re a pathetic lover.”
“Totes. Kissing is great and all, but that won’t get you far.”
"Wh-what are you... Stop that." Max whined. He pulled away more vehemently, slipping out of their grasp. "Wh-who said I was a pathetic lover? Brixlee said I was a fucking great kisser!" He teared up. "H-has she been talking about me?"
“D’awwww,” Hannah d’awwed with a pout, like Max was a cute little puppy. “Brixlee has been talking about you, yes. A lot!”
“Said you were a great kisser, but you had no game beyond that.”
“That’s why you get so many girls, but you can’t keep any.”
"Don't even get me started on Taylor."
"Or Scout. Scout's on her way out!"
“Soon all the rest’ll know you’ve got a limp little cock, and they should just skip you!”
“And pick a real boy instead, like Atticus or Soren.”
“That’s right. I’ve taught my little brother everything about girls.” That was Lily.
Hannah’s perfect smile widened. “We could teach you everything, too.”
Max backed away until his back hit the closed door. He tried to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. He didn't... He couldn't... He should run! Just fuck off home to Mommy and Daddy! And Scout, he couldn't betray Scout like this. He fumbled behind his back, trying to grasp the handle.
Ugh. He felt like a little baby for even thinking of running. He would never be cool again. Soren would think he was such a loser, and girls would never want to go out with him. Sounded like Scout was about to leave him, probably to go join a throuple (Max was pretty sure that's what that was called?) with Brixlee and Taylor or some shit like that. Unless he got some new skills. Fast.
And his dick... his dick was pulling him forward. He swallowed hard, and his voice was very small as he inched closer. "... kay."
Hannah loomed over him, beaming. She reached over his head to lock the door. “Good boy,” she praised, like she would her obedient dog. She grabbed Max's wrists, gently but firmly, and led him back to the bed. Lily sat down and patted the fluffy comforter next to her.
“First, always make your partner comfortable. Are you comfortable?”
Absolutely fucking not! Max shook his head quietly and lay down. He was breathing heavily. It almost felt like an asthma attack, and he didn't even have asthma! "I-I don't know. I can't think straight." It was probably the heat. The same heat when he looked at a pretty girl, or when he thought about sex, or... well, he felt it an awful lot these days, for no good reason, too. But it was so much more intense this time. It was filling him up, and he couldn't hear his thoughts over its roar.
“D’awww, poor little thing,” Hannah commiserated as she lay down next to him. The warmth of her tit pressed against Max's chest through her crop top .
“You’re so overdressed, of course you can’t feel comfy,” Lily added, lying on Max's opposite side, also pressing her breasts against him.
Soren did say to dress dapper. To Max that meant a blue button-down shirt and nice jeans. Overdressed indeed. “Let’s fix that.” Both girls started undoing the buttons of his shirt, from collar to navel, two by two.
"Fuck," Max gasped. His collar spread open, exposing the slender notch between his collarbones to the warm air. It twitched as he swallowed hard. This was happening. It was really happening. Their breasts... their breasts pressed against him, the way breasts sometimes did accidentally during a hug, but this was no accident. These girls wanted their breasts to touch him. He clutched the sheets to keep from shaking despite the warmth.
Their breath caressed his chest as it was bared down to his sternum. The narrow strip of pale flesh lengthened down, now past the line of his ribs, his rising and falling abs. His little belly button nestled among them, and Hannah poked at it with a cutesy giggle. The smooth beauty of his stomach belied the sour pit of dread that puckered his gut. He was out of his depth, at the mercy of the girls' sexual experience. What did they have planned?
Once they popped the last button, the girls peeled off the flaps of Max's shirt aside, exposing the entire expanse of his narrow, boyish chest. He stared at them with his widest, puppy-doggiest eyes, watching their faces as they reacted to his exposed body. Embarrassment warred with desire in his belly, and their reaction promised to tip the scales.
Lily whistled. “Well well, what do we have here…”
“Almost a man already,” Hannah complimented with a wide grin.
Max grinned, too, and though his chest still rose and fell quickly, relief spread through him. They were into it—into his body, into him. That was a weight off his skinny shoulders. But his subtle fear never quite faded.
The girls reached for Max's chest. Soon their four hands roamed everywhere on him, stroked his tummy, traced his ribs... Max whimpered, totally overstimulated. They squeezed his shoulders, poked his navel, tweaked his nipples. His dick pulsed inside his undies. He couldn't think about anything else.
His whining became more pained when the fingers on his nipples found purchase and twisted them, but the pain didn't dispel the fog of arousal; if anything, it only grew thicker. "Please," he managed to whisper, but he didn't know how that sentence ended. Stop? Don't stop? More?
“Yes?” Hannah asked. She kissed his cheek tenderly, squishing her tits harder against his bare side. “Please what?”
“I think he means, please help me out of these,” Lily chuckled, tugging at his waistband.
“Oh, of course. Is that right?”
"Nnnngh," Max whined. He couldn't tell if he wanted that. If they took off his pants, they would see his boner! Fuck, did he really want these weirdos to be the first girls seeing his boner?
Lily tugged at his pants' button, and a jolt of pleasure wiped all his worries away. "Uh huh, uh huh, fuck, please," he babbled.
“Yeah, sounds like he wants it,” Hannah teased.
Lily nodded and grinned as she leaned over Max's waist. She started working on the fly of his jeans with her nimble fingers, sending jolts of electricity in his loins each time she jostled his boner.
Meanwhile, Hannah positioned herself over his chest, her face looming above his, her gorgeous features and beautiful eyes filling his field of view. Wow.
“Now show me what a good kisser you are.”
She pressed her lips against Max's. At first he was too overwhelmed to even kiss back. His lips were slack against hers, only opening to pant and moan. His mind was two feet closer to the foot of the bed, in his crotch, where every move of Lily's threatened to overwhelm him. His fly was open, his pants were moving down. His boner could be seen clearly through the thin cotton of his boxers, as it fought to break free from them.
"Guh," he managed, before he pressed his lips into an appropriate kissing shape against Hannah's. Holy shit, she was a good kisser. Better than Brixlee, better than—"Mmmm-guh! FUCK!" he cried out into her mouth as he suddenly came. His body tensed and twitched, and a hot wetness flooded his boxers.
“Oh my,” Lily giggled. The soaked fabric became near-transparent around the outline of his penis. She licked her lips and stared. Fuck, so embarrassing.
Hannah broke the kiss and looked downwards as well. She laughed and stared until the pulsing stopped, then turned back and watched Max's face fondly. His cheeks shone crimson, nearly as hot as his rod. “Oh my indeed. Poor sweatheart…” She caressed his hair, weaving her fingers through his chestnut bangs.
Max went limp, his body all tingly with overwhelming pleasure. "S-sorry," he gasped, tearing up again.
“Don't be sorry. That’s to be expected. You boys all do that on your first time. At least you’ll be more relaxed now…”
He nodded and didn't quite let the tears fall. He felt so small and pathetic, just coming like that without even being touched. They didn't seem to mind, though. Maybe they liked that he was pathetic.
Lily pulled Max's pants all the way off his little legs, leaving him in his socks and cum-stained boxers. Max was a ragdoll for her. His eyes were glued to Hannah, who straightened up and pulled her crop top seductively above her head. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in long, wavy strands, framing her alluring lace bra that showed Max more than enough. Wow. She was incredible. Way hotter than any of the girls in his grade. Unlike most of them, she actually needed that bra. Her breasts were so full and mature, just beautiful. He could stare at them for hours, bra or no bra.
“We’ll go back to that tongue work later, Maxie. For now… time for your first lesson.” Hannah twisted her chest sideways, giving him a sight of her back, and the hook that kept her bra in place and her tits captive. “Open that if you want to see the goods.”
Max did want to see them. He reached out, first with one hand, then when that failed, with both. It was really small, and his fingers were still tingly from his orgasm. He fumbled around, becoming increasingly frustrated. "I-I can't! I-I don't know how!" He started to cry.
Hannah laced her arms around Max's bony chest and pulled him into a hug. “Shhhhh… there there…” She kissed his hair, stroked his back. His cheek pressed against the exposed part of her breasts. So squishy! “Opening that thing is actually fucking hard, especially for an excited little boy. Breathe in, breathe out… then try again.”
Lily crouched behind Max's back, the skin of her thighs brushing against his behind. She showed him her phone as she played a tutorial video on how to open a bra easily. “If that helps.” She sounded so kind.
Max rested his head on Hannah's breasts. They were so nice, like beautiful warm pillows. His sniffles stopped, and he followed her advice, taking a deep breath in and releasing it slowly. "Not a little boy," he said, petulant. "I'm a tween." He watched the video without lifting his head out of Hannah's bosom, and slid his hands around her back. So there was a catch he should be able to feel... there! He popped it and unhooked the bra. "Th-thanks."
“You’re welcome,” Lily cooed. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
Meanwhile, Hannah finished pulling her bra off her arms. She puffed her chest towards Max, baring everything. The first real boobs of his life were certainly gorgeous. They looked heavy, yet gravity didn't affect them. Not too big, not too small. Squishy yet firm. Their nipples puffy and pointing out.
“Touch my tits,” Hannah ordered, scrutinizing his face with a smirk. Lily’s hands rested on his shoulders, stroking his skin, pushing him forwards so gently.
She didn't need to tell him twice. Max returned his hands to her front and ran his fingers over her gently, then pressed his palms into her breasts and squeezed lightly. "Wow," he murmured, eyes wide. He kneaded them, feeling their soft firmness.
“He likes that,” Hannah teased. She moaned, biting her lower lip. It was obvious she enjoyed his touches too.
“Every boy likes that,” Lily added, stroking Max's back. Her hands moved down to his flanks, tracing the bumps of his small ribs with her fingertips. She planted a kiss in the crook of his neck.
Max did like this, he really did! He gasped under Lily's attentions, massaging Hannah harder and deeper. He couldn't believe this was actually happening to him! He must have been the luckiest boy in the world.
Hannah grabbed Max's hands and pressed them harder against her breasts. She massaged herself with his palms. “You see, if you’d touched Brixlee’s tits like that, she might still be with you… but there’s so much more you need to learn. Suck on them now. Gently.”
Hannah's reference to Brixlee was like a punch in the gut. Brixlee wouldn't even let him touch her tits over her clothes, let alone like this. He pouted up at Hannah. "Fuck Brixlee," he said with a defiant little squeak, before lowering his head to find Hannah's nipple.
Hannah grasped his cheeks in her hand and squished, moving his head away from her breasts. She held firmly. She was strong!
“I already told you to treat women with respect,” she admonished in a growl.
"Eeep!" Max squeaked. "Ow, you're hurting me!"
“She did tell you,” Lily confirmed, her breath hot against Max's neck. She pinched his shoulder, her nails biting into his soft skin.
“Now apologize, and start sucking my tits,” Hannah commanded.
He struggled, but there were two of them, and they were bigger than him, enough that they could overpower him easily. Holy fuck, what had he gotten himself into? He was shaking. "I'm sorry," he whined. "Sorry, I'll be good." He buried his face into Hannah's tits again, and began sucking.
“That’s better,” Hannah moaned. She nodded and Lily stopped hurting Max, returning to her soft caresses instead. “Don’t bite, and use your tongue more.”
Max ran his tongue around her in circles. He was relieved Lily wasn't hurting him anymore, but still scared. It was finally hitting home that he wasn't in control here. The mere thought made it a lot harder to enjoy having a nipple in his mouth.
Hannah’s moans rose in pitch and intensity. She put one hand behind Max's head to guide his sucking, pressing his face harder against her chest, or hinting him to switch from one tit to the other. Her other hand traveled down her belly, to the rim of her jean shorts… then she plunged inside. She massaged her groin while Max serviced her. “Good boy,” she moaned. “Such a good boy…”
Lily let go of Max's body. Her clothes rustled behind him, then her bra popped open with that distinctive sound. When she returned, her bare tits pressed against Max's shoulder blades. She laced her arms around his tummy and planted soft kisses into his hair, her breath hot on his skin. “Such a good boy indeed,” she whispered. “We’re gonna have so much fun with you.”
Max was full of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was getting sexed. Really sexed, by two gorgeous women. On the other hand, those women would hurt him if he did or said the wrong thing... but on the other other hand, Lily was calling him a good boy, and he really liked hearing that. He really liked it. He moaned and squirmed under her touches.
Hannah’s hand moved faster and faster inside her shorts. Her moans kept loudening. Once they reached their apex, she tensed and shuddered hard, pressing Max's face against her chest with an iron grip. She cooed and moaned and trembled for a long moment. Lily’s own grasp kept Max firmly in place. He did his best to keep sucking under their steely grip, and struggled to breathe through his nose. He tried to watch Hannah's hands, but her breasts were in the way, so he rolled his eyes up and watched her face all through her orgasm. At long last Hannah opened her eyes. She looked at Max with a glassy gaze, then at Lily, a stupid grin etched all over her face.
"Fuck," Max murmured when she finally let him go, in absolute awe of what he just saw. "Oh, fuck." His dick was hard again. He'd just seen a girl coom. It was so intense! He could almost forget that she held him there and he couldn't break free. Almost.
Lily looked at Hannah with awe. “You came? He’s really that good?”
Hannah nodded hard, breathless. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m… yeah.” She let Max go free, and when she stood up there was a very visible wet patch on her crotch.
“Guess it’s my turn then,” Lily cooed in Max's ear, and he could hear the smirk in her voice. “Ready for your next lesson?”
Max had almost forgotten, but Lily reminded him that he was not safe here. He took in a sharp, nervous breath. "Wh-what do you want?" he asked, looking over his shoulder with big, scared eyes. His cheek hit Lily’s breast. It made a little slapping noise, and she laughed.
“What do I want? No… it’s what you want…” She reached around Max's hip, grabbed his wet crotch through his underwear, and squeezed. “You want to see a naked girl… don’t you?”
"I... I..." He was a twelve year old boy, of course he wanted that. But Scout... "I-ahhh!" He squirmed around. She was touching him, she was touching him, she was touch—"FUCK!" he shouted and spasmed as he came again, panting.
The pleasure passed in a moment, and he slumped into her arms, Scout forgotten. "I doooo. But you hurt me before." Lily scared the bejeezus out of him.
“Oh my… you’re such a sensitive one, aren’t you,” Hannah teased. Lily let him lean against her bare and comfy bust, wrapping her arms around his skinny chest. She stroked his skin gently, and peppered his head with soft kisses.
“I’m sorry we scared you. We didn’t mean to.”
“Not really. Just wanted to make sure you learned your lesson.”
“It’s all about becoming a better lover, remember? If you’re a good boy, we won’t have to punish you.”
Max nodded to himself and nestled in Lily's lap. "I'm a good boy," he asserted. Their words did calm him down, mostly. There was still the lingering sense that something was wrong, but he pushed it away. He wanted to see a girl naked. No, he wanted to see a woman naked. A woman like Hannah and Lily.
It was going to be great.
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The threesome spent a few minutes cuddling and cooling down. Max rested his head on the soft cushions of Lily's bosom, 'coming' down from his orgasmic high, while Lily toyed with the strands of his chestnut hair. Meanwhile Hannah stroked his tummy and peppered his wiry thighs with kisses, avoiding his sensitive groin for now.
"Ha, to be twelve again," Lily mused. "You boys cum at the slightest provocation."
"And over and over and over again," Hannah added. "You're going to miss that when you're older."
"It's pronounced coom," Max corrected them. "And it's not my fault you keep touching me."
“Alright, ‘coomer’, you’re the boss,” Hannah laughed. They looked at him so fondly, like he was their cute fucking puppy and definitely not the boss. They allowed him to rest for a couple more minutes before Lily handed him over to Hannah, lifting his tiny body effortlessly by his armpits.
Hannah leaned back against the mound of fluffy pillows. She settled Max down between her spread legs, his back pressing against her soft breasts once more. “Can't blame you too much," she whispered in Max's ear. “Watch and learn. Lily is such a sexy slut.”
Grinning seductively, Lily stood from the bed, running her tongue over her lips and her hands down her sides, giving Max a naughty private show. She started slow, swaying and tossing her hair, cupping her breasts in feigned modesty. Max's breath caught, his jaw slack as he ogled her perfect curves to his heart's content. She dropped her hands and flashed her tits and he was instantly hard again, squirming in Hannah's grip.
Everything grew faster, harder, fiercer. Lily's breasts bounced as she swayed and twerked her hips for Max. She tossed her hair back and caressed her body in all the places where Max's horny imagination would have put his hands, were he not trapped in Hannah's arms. Finally she slowed and reached down between her legs, teasing him with her eyes. She zipped down the fly of her very short shorts, inch by inch, before taking her sweet time to pull the flimsy garment down her legs. A hint of wetness seeped through the front of her pink panties, captivating Max's gaze.
Max couldn't believe this was truly happening. Lily really was a slut. This was like something right out of a porno, but better. His mind drifted to the magazine in his backpack; it was entirely useless now. This new picture was burned into his mind forever. He would touch himself to this memory for years. He'd never really thought Lily was pretty before, but now... now she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on. Did Soren know his sister was hot like this? Lucky bastard.
“Tell me that you want me,” Lily teased, fingers sliding under her waistband, promising a revelation to come. “Tell me you wanna see a naked girl with your own eyes.”
"I want you!" Max squeaked without hesitation. He needed to see it all, right now. He needed to know. His throbbing dick urged him, desperately. "I really want to see you naked!"
Lily smirked at his sweet pleading. “Oh my, you're such a needy boy… you’re lucky to be so cute.” She slipped her panties down her legs, slowly, lasciviously, and Max got his first glimpse of a real girl’s pussy. She was completely bald down there, nothing to obscure the main attraction. Her lips were puffy, glistening wet, unbelievably arousing in their own right... but Max was pretty sure there was supposed to be a hole down there. Where did the penis go?
Max leaned forward without meaning to, as if bewitched by Lily's womanhood. He was intent on gobbling up every detail with his ravenous eyes. But Hannah's arm stopped him and clutched him back into her own bosom, wrapping around his chest and toying with his nipples. He squirmed even harder under the sensation, another amazing feeling he could not have imagined before he felt it. What's more, she squirmed with him, writhing beneath his back as she began touching herself again.
But Lily didn't stop at a mere glimpse. She crawled up the bed and straddled Max and Hannah together. With her knees on either side of Hannah's legs and her thighs hot and firm on Max's hips, she brought her hand to her crotch and spread her labia wide for him. Max saw what he'd been looking for, laid out before him like a map, down to the glistening entrance that, he knew by hearsay, all boys dreamed to slide into.
"Wow. It's so wet," he marveled, transfixed. "And so pink. Weeeeird." He bit his lip nervously. Shit, he shouldn't have said that. Like, it was hot, but it was also kinda gross, but he couldn't just say that! "Sorry, I just mean, you know, I've never seen one! I'm sure it's totally normal. Better than normal, I'm sure it's great." His nerves flared. He wasn't prepared for this! He sounded like a stupid little kid, and he felt like one too.
Lily chuckled. “Great? It’s only the best fucking place in the universe, as far as you’re concerned. Every boy is dying to get near a nice wet pussy. Here, get a feel.” She bucked her hips forwards, bringing her crotch well within Max's reach.
“Don’t be shy,” Hannah's hoarse voice whispered in his ear, urging him forwards as she kept fondling his nipple and herself at the same time.
"Unnnngh," Max groaned. It was getting hard to think again. Too many different sensations... Just the nipple stimulation alone could have kept his tween mind occupied; who knew that was a thing that felt good? But it paled in comparison to the pussy, silently promising him the most intense and adult of pleasures. Too intense. Too adult. "I-I-I-I don't know. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I'm just a kid."
The gentle circling about his nipple became a painful pinch. Max gasped in surprise and fear. Hannah's mouth approached his ear, her breath hot and raspy in his neck. "You weren't 'just a kid' when you spied on us, or stole our shit, or bought those drugs for us, all because you wanted to kiss your slut Brixlee. You're a tween, you said it yourself. I'd say you're more than ready. You're fucking ready."
Lily reached for his wrist and pulled his little hand towards her pussy. "Come on, loverboy. Don't make us get mean again."
"Ah! Stop it!" Max winced and tried to pull away. This was too much, too fast. It was already mean! "I d-don't give my consent!" He had learned in school that you always needed consent to do sex stuff. In fact, you needed it before you even got started with anything lewd! They didn't really ask that, did they? "No consent, no touching!" There. Now they had to let him go. It was like 'Simon says'.
Hannah sighed. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Oh my Gooooooooood... all the shit they teach to little kids these days..."
"Yeah. In our day, boys would kill to get anywhere near a pussy. Oh well. We weren't asking. Not really."
Hannah wrapped both her arms around Max's little chest to keep him locked in place, while Lily's grasp on his wrist became so tight it was painful. She positioned her waist above his captive hand and lowered her gaping pussy onto his wiggling fingers. "Don't worry. It feels even better for me if you squirm a little..."
If she wanted squirming, Max certainly delivered. Panic started to well up in him as he realized that he could never overpower the girls. They could do whatever they wanted to him, and they didn't care what he wanted. Probably because of that sex drug they were on. Max knew drugs made you crazy, but he didn't realize it was this bad!
Max felt Lily's warmth and wetness envelop his small hand. The same fluid that made this pussy 'good and wet' now trickled down his wrist and dripped onto his tummy. Pee, Max guessed, because he knew girls didn't make coom, but apparently it was sexy pee. Despite his disgust and fear, his dick was the hardest it had ever been. Traitor! He started to cry as Lily fucked his hand. Or fucked herself with his hand? Or maybe not fucked, but handjobbed herself. That was so confusing. Minutes before, he'd never imagined anything but a penis would go in there, and now his fingers were stuffed inside her, up to the knuckles.
"Stop," he gasped. "Stop." But they didn't stop. He whined and babbled, trying to think of anything more to say or do. "You'd b-b-b-better be planning on c-c-c-cleaning up," he said. Thor once told him that after a girl gave you a handjob, it was your job to clean up, so the reverse must apply here, didn't it?
Hannah chuckled. "Oh, no, you're not giving orders here. You're the one who's gonna be cleaning up our 'coom' after we're done using you." She leaned in close and licked his ear, making him screw up his face in protest. "And you'd better be ready, 'cause Lily's a squirter. I bet you don't even know what that means."
Given the context Max was pretty sure it didn't mean she was skilled with super-soakers, though Soren had such an ample collection that it wouldn't be a stretch.
Lily was in no position to talk, too far gone in her bliss. She moaned as she fucked herself on Max's little hand, her up-and-down movements quickening while her face contorted in all sorts of weird grimaces. She seemed in pain, but her vocalizations said otherwise. After all, she could stop at any time. Her juices streamed onto Max's tummy, forming a little puddle.
Max started sobbing uncontrollably. He tried to pull his hand away, straining as hard as he possibly could, but it only hurt his arm; that and perhaps made Lily even more enthusiastic. He didn't wanna clean up their weird girl-coom-pee stuff. He didn't want it on him. He didn't want his fingers in this gross, gooey hole. He was just a little boy, this was too adult for him. The only squirters he wanted was Soren's squirt-guns. "Pleeeeeease," he whined. "I wan'," he hiccuped mid-sentence. "Mommy."
"D'awwww, isn't that cute," Hannah taunted. She kissed Max's cheek while still clutching him firmly in her iron grip. "You'll get your Mommy later. Right now, we're your Mommies. You'd better remember that, or we'll have to hurt you again. Is that clear?"
"You're not mommies. You're bad *hic* people," Max protested. "You're... *hic* you're r-rapers." He stopped struggling. His muscles were too sore, too tired. He was being raped, or at least he thought that was the word. Maybe rapened? He didn't know for sure. All he knew was that he couldn't stop it, and he gave up on trying.
"Tssk tssk. You're the one who wanted to become a better lover. We're only giving you what you asked for," Hannah retorted, conveniently overlooking all the manipulation involved. Did he ask for this? Max didn't remember. It was all so hazy. He supposed he probably had. He definitely asked Lily to take her clothes off. Probably he did want this, it was every boy's dream, like Hannah said.
Meanwhile, Lily's self-stimulation reached its peak. On one particularly strong thrust, Max's whole hand slid inside her pussy, up to his wrist. She cried out in ecstasy, and then she really did squirt, watery juices flowing out like a waterfall. The flesh of her vagina pressed on Max's hand from all directions, twitching and squeezing him inside their slick and wet embrace, like he was being devoured by some horrible alien worm.
"Oh fuck," Lily breathed out, a dreamy look etched all over her face. "Oh fuck..."
"Look how happy you're making her," Hannah whispered while her tongue still probed around his ear. "You should focus on what's happening. You might enjoy it, you know. Every normal boy does. Straight boys, at least." She sucked lightly on his earlobe.
Maybe she was right, but then why was Max so scared? He didn't know. He was mostly confused. His hand was inside of Lily, completely inside, and she seemed to love it. He was scared, he didn't like this, and he didn't know what was going to happen. He balled his fists in fear, even the one deep inside her, stretching the walls of her vagina even further. Lily's mouth froze in a silent cry. She wrenched his hand out of her.
"Wow... too much," she breathed out.
"You good?" Hannah asked, sounding concerned.
"More than ever." A wicked grin spread on Lily's lips as she looked Max in the eye. With his wrist still inside her iron grip, she forcefully bent his arm to press his dripping wet hand against his own face. It smelled... weird. Unlike anything he'd ever smelled. Not like pee, at least. "You made this mess," she growled. "Now lick it clean!"
"Ew," Max whined automatically.
Hannah kissed his cheek, her demeanor changing again. "Brixlee would love if you did that for her. Don't you want her back?"
"Wha?" Max mumbled. Brixlee? His thoughts were scattered and confused, it took him a minute to put together what Hannah was saying. "Brixlee? Back?" He sounded like an absolute idiot. Felt that way, too. "I thought... um... dunno. Are you gonna tell Brixlee?"
"Oh, for sure. We're gonna tell her everything," Hannah cooed in his ear.
Lily was less gentle. "We're gonna tell her you rushed here at the first mention of her name, then you chickened out like a little pussy instead of manning up."
"In fact... I think we'll tell the whole school. Wouldn't want any other girl to waste their time with a little loser like you."
Lily waved her dripping hand in front of his face expectantly. "So what's it gonna be, little Maxie? Cum-licker, or eternal loser?"
Every word was like a stab in his heart. He teared up again. "No, please, don't tell everyone. Please, I'll---" He licked his own hand. Ew. "There, see? I'm doing it." He licked it again. It was so gross, it made his stomach roil. Not because of anything about the stuff itself, but because he knew where it came from and he didn't want it. "I'm not a loser. I can man up." He kept licking, and sucking, and the goo started to taste salty as his tears mixed up with it.
"That's better," Hannah praised, and she kissed his cheek again.
"Much better," Lily confirmed. She let go of his wrist once she was satisfied his hand was sufficiently clean. "Now your fingers," she commanded. "Suck on them."
Max obeyed, sticking them all in his mouth. But then there was more goo between them, so he had to do it one at a time, too. And even after that he needed to run his tongue down between each pair to really get the last of the stuff out. It was such a weird feeling. Almost felt like someone else's hand, or someone else's mouth. Hannah and Lily watched him suck pussy juice from his own fingers with growing smiles. After he'd finished he left his thumb in his mouth, like a baby.
"See? That wasn't so difficult," Hannah teased as she relaxed her painful grip on Max's chest.
"It's a bit of an acquired taste," Lily added. "But men get addicted to that shit. You're lucky to start so young."
Max nodded. He didn't feel so lucky right now, but he supposed they knew their stuff. He caught his breath, finally, and lay limp in Hannah's embrace. At least he was done. Right? "Kay, done. Can I go play with Soren now? Please?"
"You'll play with Soren in just a bit. We still have a couple lessons to cover."
Hannah handed Max over to Lily. He got his first cuddle from a completely naked girl, though he was too stunned to appreciate it at all. Meanwhile, Hannah got rid of her shorts and panties, exposing herself to his not-so-innocent eyes. Unlike Lily, she had a little bush of brown hairs crowning her glistening slit, which was much narrower and less puffy than Lily's.
Max stared at the hair. Girls got pubes, too! He didn't know that could happen! Or that pussies could be so different from one to the next. Way more than dicks, apparently. Except for Thor's dick with its weird extra skin, which Max had totally not been staring at that one time they pissed on the same tree at summer camp.
"I'm going to teach you what a girl loves most," Hannah announced with a smirk that didn't bode anything good. She spread her legs wide for Max, baring everything. "Don't you want to know what that is? Girls will grovel at your feet when they learn you can do it right."
Max pouted. "I know what it is." He gnawed on his lip. Actually, he wasn't so sure he did. He knew that girls wanted their boyfriend to sex good. "You should tell me, though. Just in case." He clung to Lily as he spoke. Not for comfort, exactly; she was terrifying. But if he held onto her, she might not hold onto him.
Hannah smiled at him. "So cute. Come here, then." She brought her fingers to her pussy and spread her lips for him, exposing the private part of her privates parts. She was so pink and wet down there; that much was just like Lily. As for Lily, she ushered Max forwards, pushing onto his bony shoulders. Max let her guide him, afraid of what would happen to him if he complained. Hannah's smell filled his nostrils, very different from Lily's. Not better or worse, just different.
"Girls get crazy when you lick their pussies," Hannah said with glee. "Come on, give it a try. I'll guide you."
"Please," Max whimpered in a tiny, defeated voice. "Do I really have to?"
"If you want to become a real man someday, you have to," Lily replied. Her fingers wrapped around Max's shoulders, pressing him forwards. "Imagine it's Brixlee. Don't you want to make her happy?"
"If you knew how to do that, maybe she wouldn't have dumped you like a little shit."
Max teared up and whined. "But I don't like Brixlee! She broke my heart. I don't want it to be hers." He looked up at Hannah. Even if he did still like Brixlee, would he really be able to go back to little girls after doing this with a real woman? He didn't like Hannah either, but he couldn't actually think of another girl right now. Her presence had driven all of them out of his head.
Hannah and Lily exchanged a glance. Hannah's smile widened. "Fine. It can be any girl you like. It can even be me."
"Or me," Lily cut in.
"Or both of us. Two real women at only twelve years old, what a little stud you are, eh? All it takes to win our hearts is a few licks of your tongue." She spread her labia wider, pressing her point.
Max leaned in and very slowly stuck out his tongue. It came in light contact with her skin. It was so weird! So so so weird. He wiggled his tongue around before pulling away and looking up. "I'm imagining it's you," he said quietly.
"G-good boy," Hannah uttered. She shuddered, hard. "Oh shit. You're so cute. Keep going." She reached for Max's head and weaved her fingers through his silky brown bangs. Lily's tits pressed against his back again, her hands roaming all over his skinny little chest, stroking his skin.
"Nnnngh," Max moaned and squirmed. He gave her a few more licks, and then he looked up, trying to make eye contact. Her body lied before him like a lush landscape of supple skin and rolling curves. Her face just barely peaked between the mountains of her breasts. "H-how long do I gotta do it?" he whined. He give her his best brown puppy eyes. He knew he was lucky to get the chance, but he was also scared, and wanted it to be over.
"Until I cum!" Hannah cried. Her body roiled and squirmed under Max's efforts. She fondled her tits as she made eye contact with him, her gaze bearing into his. It was intense, but at least no one was forcing him, for now.
"You'll know when," Lily whispered in his ear. She pointed at a little fleshy knob above Hannah's wet slit, surrounded by her forest of hairs. "Suck on this if you want to get it done faster. Gently."
Max shifted forwards and licked the spot. It was so weird and bumpy, and the hairs tickled his nose. "'ike 'at?" he asked, a bit garbled. He ran his tongue around it experimentally.
Hannah's moaning redoubled in strength. She yanked her head backwards, her chest heaving. "Oh fuck, oh f—fuck," she moaned.
"That's your answer," Lily teased with a naughty smile in her voice. Hannah hadn't lied. Only a few licks, and she belonged to Max now. He could do whatever he wanted with her, as long as that little squishy tongue of his kept working its magic on her special woman place. Wow. Oh, wow. Was he really making her feel that good? Him? Just with his tongue? He could hardly believe it.
Lily's hand reached down his chest, his tummy, all the way down to his crotch. She prodded his penis through the wet fabric of his boxers. "What do we have here?" she teased.
Max's little dick throbbed in his underwear. Her touch triggered an involuntary spasm in his body. That was sensitive! "Guh!" he grunted into Hannah's crotch. "N-n-no," he squirmed away from Lily's hands, even as he tried to keep his attention focused on licking Hannah's little nub.
Surprisingly, Lily let go of Max's genitals without getting mean for once. "Oh, really? Well, your loss." Her hands roamed further down his body, coping a good feel of his boyish thighs and calves.
"Hnk." It was supposed to sound like a 'thank you' to Lily for not rapening him more, but it didn't really come out of Max's mouth. Instead he slowly slid his own hand down and slipped it into his boxers, more comfortable doing it himself.
"No. Either you keep that for later, or you let me do it. No playing solo in here," Lily snapped as she snatched Max's hand out of his boxers, with the tone of a mother chastising her unruly child. Max squeaked and went limp, terrified of what would happen if he disobeyed.
Meanwhile, Hannah was having a field trip. Her hand grasping Max's hair grew more insistent, pressing his face into her dripping folds. "C-close," she uttered, breathless.
Max teased slowly and whined into Hannah's pussy. His jaw was beginning to ache, but with her grip on his hair, he couldn't stop even if he wanted, and he had no idea what he wanted anyway. When his tongue was too tired, he started to shake his head back and forth, stimulating her with his lips instead.
That did the trick. Hannah cried, her whole body trembling. Her thin cum squirted out of her folds, splashing Max in the face. It went on and on until she settled down, her chest heaving, her limbs twitching randomly. "Oh, fuck me... that was really good, Maxie."
Max smiled vacantly and slowly raised his head from her lap. He wiped his gooey face on his forearm. There was something in his mouth. He reached up with his shaky hand and found a single hair, short and curly. Huh. "Thanks Hannah," he finally managed. It seemed like the right reply to her compliment. He rested his head back on her thigh and closed his eyes.
Hannah stroked Max's hair like a good little pet. "Good boy," she praised, driving the point home.
"Such a good boy," Lily added before she planted a soft kiss into his neck while her soft hands roamed all over his back. "Now, are you ready for your last lesson?"
Hannah's smile widened. "Are you ready to become a real man?"
Max's eyes fluttered open. "Y-you mean..." He knew the word, of course: intercoitus. But it was way too embarrassing to actually say it out loud, and he wasn't quite sure how it was pronounced. He ended up making a little circle with two fingers and pushed a third finger in and out, blushing furiously.
Hannah chuckled. She stroked his rosy cheek. "Yes, I mean that."
"Technically, you're still a virgin."
"We can solve that."
"Right away."
"You'll be the coolest boy in school!"
"Two women on your first time... wow."
Despite everything, Max was tempted. He really was. They were right! Two women at once, what a dream! But... he always thought his first time would be with someone he loved. Like Brixlee, when he still loved her, or Taylor. "I... I dunno..." He shook his head. "I want my first time to be special, you know? Romantic and stuff." His throat went dry, and he was suddenly terrified that they would just do it anyway. "Maybe I can t-take you out first?" he squeaked. Maybe that would buy him some time. Or maybe he just wanted to take them out. He was so confused.
The girls stared at each other, and laughed.
"D'awwwwwwww, what a sweetheart you are," Hannah teased.
"You want us to go out together, one hot girlfriend at each arm? That's... that's precious."
Hannah petted his hair and smiled at him. "The thing is, you're not a romantic, Maxie."
"Certainly not," Lily agreed as she wrapped her arms against his skinny chest once more. She kissed his shoulder, then his neck.
"Sure I am," Max pouted. "That's what my mommy said when I was sad about Brixlee and Taylor." He looked back and forth between the two of them and blushed, still thinking about their offer. He would be the coolest kid in town. But his thoughts were interrupted by the pricks of electricity that rippled from Lily's lips. "Hannnngh," he groaned, and his pout dissolved as his mouth went slack.
"I'm sure your Mommy says many good things about you."
"That's because she doesn't know you. Not really."
"She doesn't know you were using a drone to spy on us kissing."
"Or that you said you got a boner talking to us over the phone."
"Or that you tried to get me in trouble by screaming I was a pedophile who wanted to touch your penis. Which was actually true, by the way."
Hannah stroked Max's ear and cheek while Lily rubbed his tummy, her hand dangerously close to his crotch, her breast squeezed against his back.
"Admit it, you're a little perv, Maxie."
"Nnngh... noooo..." Max squirmed and gasped.
"Yes, you are. And we know exactly what little pervs like you want more than anything else."
Their touches and their words overwhelmed Max's mind and body. Were they right? Was he a perv? "I'm a... h-h-healthy... tween..." He looked up at Hannah with pleading eyes. His hips moved involuntarily, pressing against her hand. His dick knew what it wanted better than he did. "I wanna d-d-date."
Hannah sighed. "Alright, help me get him on his back," she told Lily. The girls manhandled him again, their four arms much stronger than his tween strength. They forced him on his back, Hannah stretching his arms over his head while Hannah locked his legs in place, holding him by the calves. His little penis strained against the confines of his boxers, the fabric almost see-through now that it had soaked up his immature semen.
"Ah! St-stop!" Max struggled, but it was no use.
"Now look at you Maxie. Take a good look at your hard little dick."
"Does it look like it wants to date?"
"Looks to me like it wants to fuck. Stop lying to us. And stop lying to yourself."
"N-not lying! I want to..." He did wanna fuck. He did wanna fuck so bad. He just... not like this. "I want to d-d-d-date, an' then I wanna fuck! Not like this. Please, not like this."
"Fine," Lily sighed. "Not like this. Have it your way." She turned to Hannah. "Hold him down while I get the molly."
Hannah pounced at Max like a mountain cat, pinning him under the combined weight of her luscious body and her firm tits. She looked at Lily with a worried frown. "You're sure about this? He's just a kid. Couldn't that, like... kill him?"
"What?" Max squeaked. "Who's Molly?" Then he remembered their misadventures last month. "Molly is a drug! No, I don't wanna be a sex maniac! Or die!"
"Haaaaa stop being such crybabies, both of you!" Lily groaned. "I'll only give him half a pill, he won't die."
"But he's like... twenty pounds."
"Hmmm," Lily pondered. "A quarter then."
"Nononono," Max sobbed, kicking his little legs uselessly. His voice rose into a piercing wail. "Please, let me go! Aiiieee! I'll do whatever you want! I take it back!"
Hannah positioned her shins firmly over Max's, her forearms on his biceps, locking him into place. She was four times his weight, her body toned and athletic. Max wasn't going anywhere. Lily disappeared in the bathroom, heedless of his protests.
"Don't worry," Hannah told him. "Lily was probably going to find an excuse whatever you did. After you take this, you'll want to be a sex maniac. And you'll want to fuck the both of us until you pass out. Then tomorrow morning, you'll thank us for giving you the best night in your life!" She kissed his wet cheek almost affectionately. "Besides, you can scream all you want. If anyone asks we'll just say we were watching a horror movie. There's a new one called Doctor Sleep, where a boy keeps screaming his lungs out like that. He kinda looks like you, now that I think of it. Same puppy face with sad eyes."
Max didn't care. He kept crying and screaming for his life. These two psychos were about to kill him! Or worse!
Lily returned from the bathroom with a fragment of some pill between her powdery fingers. "I couldn't split it nicely, but that'll do." She pinched Max's little nose. "Open up for Mommy!"
The screaming stopped as Max jammed his mouth shut and held it tight, but Lily's grip on his nose was denying him air. His lungs started to burn. Lily pressed her hand on Max's cheek to pin his head into place against the mattress. She was as strong as Hannah, if not stronger, keeping Max's skull in an iron vice with ease. He kept struggling, whimpering, pushing in vain against Hannah's weight, trying to shake his head back and forth to get air in. His muscles strained and popped out of his skinny limbs. Eventually the pain in his chest and the swimming in his head became too much, and he gasped.
Lily pushed the pill into his mouth, then used both her hands to cover his mouth and nose until he swallowed. "That's it baby. No need to make this harder than it needs to be."
"It's for your own good, remember that. You'll be the coolest kid in school after we're done with you."
"Ahuahuah," Max sobbed and panted. The pill was gone. It went down his throat, doing whatever weird stuff it was going to do to him. He would become a sex-crazed junkie like Hannah and Lily. He should never have trusted them. "Muh-muh-mooooommmmmyyyyy..." he cried.
But she wasn't here.
"Shhhhh, Mommy is here baby," Hannah shushed.
No, she wasn't.
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"Yeah, you've got both your mommies. What a lucky boy you are," Lily insisted. She peered deep into Max's eyes, observing, waiting for some sick shit to happen. She licked her powdery fingers clean. What a psycho.
Max didn't want to think of them as his moms. That was so gross. His dick was still really hard, so it clearly didn't mind, the little traitor that always got hard when it really shouldn't. He managed to get his breathing under control, at least. "What... what happens now?"
Hannah gave him her big pervy smile. "Now you're going to feel better than ever. More grown-up than ever. You'll forget about your little kid worries. All you're going to want is sex. Lots of sex. And we'll be happy to provide!"
"Yeah. In a few minutes you won't be a virgin anymore! How cool is that?"
"And on ecstasy! You're really lucky. How many kids your age have had that experience?"
"Man, imagine if we had access to this stuff at twelve," Lily giggled. "We'd have been unstoppable."
Hannah gave an exaggerated wince. "Imagine the chafing." They both laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world. "Grooming little Atticus would've gone way faster, though."
"I kinda miss doing it the old-fashioned way. Don't you?"
"Nah, it's more fun when he knows it's fucked up." Hannah wiped a tear from the corner of Max's eye and rubbed it between her fingers before licking it, staring at him all the while with her fucked up pedophile stare.
"Can you let me up, at least?" Max sniffled.
The girls shared a glance and shrugged. Hannah released the pressure on Max's body and knelt on the bed, observing him. "Sure. Just don't do anything stupid. You won't be able to stand in a minute or two."
For now, Max didn't feel any different. Just nervous. What if they had given him too much and he died? What if his parents found out he had done drugs? One of his hands was getting all tingly. Was that because of the drugs, or was it just falling asleep?
"In the meantime, how about we release the monster?" Lily cooed. She gave Max's tented boxer briefs a meaningful glance, licking her lips.
Max's hands rushed towards his crotch to cover himself. He scrambled backwards against the headboard, away from the girls. He looked back and forth between them. So beautiful, but so nasty. "Why are you doing this to me?" he screwed his face up, holding back fresh tears.
The girls shared a thoughtful glance, then nodded. "We've come this far after all..."
"Might as well be honest..."
They crawled closer. Hannah reached for Max's chin and stroked it gently. Her fingers were soft, but they made Max's skin crawl, made him want to puke.
"It's never been about teaching you all that gentleman bullshit."
"Duh," Max pouted.
"Certainly not."
"In fact, I've already told you why, when you barged into my house crying for your stupid drone."
"She did. But your stupid friends were also there, sooooo..."
"It's not like we could grab you and molest you then. But now, we can do anything we want with you."
"We own you."
Hannah smiled warmly. "You see, it's about teaching you another kind of lesson. And you're going to learn, no matter if you want it or not." She leaned and kissed Max's cheek. "You're going to learn what happens when you disrespect women, Maxie."
Max jerked away from her kiss and wiped his cheek, like a little kid wiping away a gross grandma smooch. "That's bullshit," he whined. "I respect women. I love women! And sex isn't a punishment anyway, you're fucking lying again!" He looked at Lily. "You were telling the truth before, you just want to touch my dick. You're pedophiles!"
Hannah and Lily laughed. "Oh you sweet little thing. What a big mouth you have."
"If we're pedophiles, then you're in big trouble, you understand that?"
Max was expecting them to deny it. He blinked at her stupidly. "M-more trouble than being drugged and r-rapened?"
Hannah nodded. "Oh yeah. We're barely getting started, and we don't know where we'll stop. So right now would be a great time to stop being an annoying little brat."
"She's right. Now take off those boy panties, or we'll make you."
"You don't even actually like me, do you?" Max whined. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. It was getting really warm in here. Warm and bright.
Hannah and Lily frowned. "What?
"You think we'd go through all the trouble for a kid who doesn't turn us on?"
"We've wanted to diddle you from the moment you've shown up on our doorstep."
"You're very cute, Maxie. That's not a lie."
Max had mixed feelings about that. It still made him weirdly happy that they thought he was cute. But also, it felt gross to know that they'd been thinking of him like that, for so long.
He didn't have much choice in any case. Max bit his lip, slipped his thumbs under his waistband and slowly pushed his underwear down his hips. His dick sprung out, twitching. "There. Happy?" They'd better be fucking happy. He had never shown his dick to a girl before. It was still a kid's dick, only a few inches long, and skinny. But right now it was swollen and pulsing, its bare tip leaking in a decidedly un-kidlike way. His balls dangled below it in their hairless sack, fleeing the heat of his body.
"Very happy," the girls replied in unison, their gazes locked onto Max's little cock and balls, drinking in the pretty sight.
"Now lie down, and let us make you a man," Hannah teased. She positioned herself behind Max's back, and guided his shoulders down to rest his head comfortably in her lap. She was so soft, and so warm.
Meanwhile, Lily nudged Max to spread his legs wide. She lay down between them on her belly, her breath tickling Max's cocklet. "Ready for the ride of your life?"
"I th-th-thought the drugs were supposed to..." To what? Make him want it? Make him a horny monster? He didn't know. He just felt all tingly. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. "Please, wait. I'm scared." He pulled back from Lily, into Hannah's embrace. Despite the circumstances, the feeling of her skin on his was soothing, almost ecstatic. But that didn't relieve the overwhelming anxiety that was growing in his gut. He took a rapid inhalation, then another, and soon he was hyperventilating in Hannah's lap. "Please. Please, I'm scared."
Hannah shushed Max, cradled him, petted his hair and face like he was a cute wee baby having a temper tantrum. She wove her fingers through his tufty hair while she cupped his bare butt with the other. She pressed his head against her firm tits. She felt like a warm, squishy pillow.
"The molly takes a while to act," she explained. "In the meantime, we're going to get you ready. There's nothing to be scared of." She reached for Max's crotch and took his penis between her delicate fingers. "You prefer I do it? Lily was going to suck you off, and she's really good at it. You should let her. But if you want my fingers first, be my guest."
"Hahhh," Max's eyes rolled back as Hannah fondled his dick. "I-I-I don't know," he squirmed, still panicking. He grabbed both of her arms, not to resist her, but to cling to her for comfort. "Suck me off? What's... I don't know." He was so confused, and that scared him even more. Why was he so angry at these girls a minute ago? Right now he was just glad they were here. "Whatever you think is good," he gasped in between breaths. "Just don't let go. Scared."
Hannah smiled at him. "I won't let go, Maxie. I'll make the fear go away." She sucked on her fingers, looking down at him seductively, then she started stroking his little length. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
"Ohhhh..." he mewled. Soon his shaft was coated in a fine layer of slobber, making the soft friction all the more enjoyable. Then Hannah wrapped her hand all around his dick and circled his glans with her thumb, sending jolts of electricity throughout his body.
"Lucky girl," Lily commented as she observed the scene from the sidelines, seeming annoyed.
Hannah giggled. "Come on here, he's as much yours as mine."
Max let go of Hannah long enough to stretch out his arms toward Lily, like a small child asking for a hug.
Lily chuckled, smiling at him fondly. "He's just so darn cute when he's not whining." She scooted over closer, and Max grabbed onto her, too. Two pair of breasts pressed on Max's body from either side, forming a lovely cocoon. More hands touched his skin, stroked his back, squeezed his ass, twiddled his little balls, while Hannah continued to stroke his penis with expertise.
Max tried to calm down, but his heart was full of dread, fear of nothing and everything. "You won't tell my parents I took drugs, will you?" he pleaded. "A-and you won't tell people I have a little dick? Please, Mommy," he started to cry again. "I want to be good."
"D'awwww," Lily cooed, reaching for Max's face to wipe his tears. "Precious little Maxie. Don't you worry, we won't tell anyone... if you don't tell anyone we molested you. Deal?"
"Kayyyy."
"Good boy. As for your dick, I don't think it's that small. What do you think Hannah?"
"Hmmmm," she pondered. "Might be bigger than Soren's. We'll check later, when you play together."
That's reassuring! Max grinned a loopy grin. The implications sailed right over his addled little head.
Hannah's stroking of Max's little penis quickened. She slobbered her fingers again and focused her efforts on his glans, twirling her digits around it in magical circular motions.
"Ahhhhh!" Max squealed. His head was spinning. He felt every touch so intensely. Every gentle murmur sunk into his consciousness and disappeared, and with it went some of his fear, until he was drifting in a haze of breasts and fingers. Abruptly his body jerked. "Ha!" he squeaked, and his cock began spilling his sperms across his belly.
Hannah stroked Max's boyhood all throughout his climax, milking the last drops out, only stopping when his orgasm subsided. Sharing a gleeful smile with Lily, she scooped the immature goo off of Max's tummy and licked her fingers clean. Then Lily did the same, moaning as if she enjoyed the taste of Max's gooey coom. The girls took turns eating the boy's semen until his dick and tummy were squeaky clean.
"You really are precious Maxie," Hannah praised. "But that was just the beginning."
Just the beginning. Poor Max, drifting in a blissful post-climactic haze, was at a loss to imagine what could come next. He was past the point of resistance, trapped as he was between Hannah's thighs, her arms tight around his chest. His eyelids fluttered as he craned his head up to stare at her through swollen black pupils.
It could almost have been a pleasant cuddle were Lily not moving in, straddling his legs and Hannah's together, looming over him. He cried out and squirmed as she wrapped her fingers around his limp, oversensitive little pinprick.
Hannah, too, began to tease him more intently, stroking his chest and circling his nipples with probing fingers. His nipples hardened beneath her fingers in a way he'd never felt with his body so warm. And overwhelming though her heavy strokes were, Lily forced his cock to do the same. Soon, Max craved her touch. The feeling of skin on skin made his heart swell, but so much of his body was cruelly exposed to the loveless air.
Max writhed around. The blood rushed back to his cock, pressing out against Lily's hand in tingly delight. He threw his arms around her neck and stroked her back. He needed touches, he needed them everywhere. He needed them so bad he might cry.
"It's kicking in," Lily cooed, her hand leaving his reinvigorated erection. She and Hannah pulled him down onto the bed, lying on either side of him. He gazed up at the roiling ceiling in a daze. Purposeful fingers stroked his back, his front, his neck, his nipples, his navel, his butt, his balls, and of course, his penis. There were so many strokes aimed at his penis. Soon he couldn't tell which hand belonged to which girl.
Lips pressed against his mouth, then a puffy nipple. Max suckled it, and he whined like a baby when it was taken away from him. Next, a finger sought entry past his lips. Max let it slide past with a soft gasp and started to suck on it. He hadn't sucked his own thumb in years, but this was so much better.
Moans and coos surrounded him, like music to his ears. He was surrounded by warm and smooth skin. It was comfy. It was safe. Some of those moans came from Max but sounded distant, like he was someone else. Soft sounds of satisfaction and need accompanied his every breath. His eyes were sometimes open, sometimes closed, but he couldn't make sense of what he was seeing either way. It was all skin, just skin, lovely skin, and pleasure.
It took longer, and more effort, to bring Max to orgasm this time, but it happened. His body grew increasingly tense, his noises increasingly breathy, and finally he spasmed and cried out softly. Only a dribble came out, almost nothing, but that was no concern of his. He went limp.
The girls cuddled him, and kissed his hair, and stroked his skin. For a while the soft touches continued, more comforting than sexual. Then Max felt a cold draft as Lily left his side. He grumbled quietly at the loss of her warmth.
Hannah hugged him closer. "Just a moment sweetie," she whispered in his ear, peppering his face and hair with loving kisses in Lily's absence. Her touches and words kept him calm and happy. He loved them both so much. He loved everyone! But especially them.
Max felt firm hands prying his legs apart, soon growing more insistent. A hot breath tickled his boy parts. Then a sweet, moist warmth engulfed his whole penis in one go, from tip to balls.
"Oh!" he cried out as his little dick experienced a cuddle like none it had known before. Lily's tongue swirled all around it, coaxing it upright yet again. His eyes snapped wide open, and he even managed to choke out a word. "Mommy!" He buried his face in the crook of Hannah's neck, shaking.
"Mommy's here, sweetheart," Hannah whispered into Max's hair, her breath so warm and so reassuring on his skin, her cuddles so soft and so comfy around his chest. "Mommy's here for you. You're so sweet. So romantic."
Max giggled. This Mommy was way touchier than his normal one.
Meanwhile, Lily's sucking grew more passionate, more impatient. Lily's tongue and lips were all over his naughty bits, hungry, ravenous even. She sucked on each of his little balls in turn, licked the length of his shaft, then took his whole package inside her mouth, her nimble tongue doing most of the work. She moaned and groaned around his dick, those vibrations adding to the delicious sensations.
"Gaaaahhhhh, Mommy!" Max mewled. He kissed Mommy's neck. His body was going haywire, responding to the intensity of the stimulation by twitching and spasming uncontrollably. He fed that intensity through his lips, making out with Hannah's neck like it was the sexiest CPR doll in the world. His balls ached as they tried to feed his oncoming orgasm. "Mommyyyyyyyy!"
Hannah silenced Max's cry by tugging his head back and pressing her lips against his. Max tried to kiss back, but Lily's relentless sucking left his mouth hanging slack for Hannah's tongue to slither inside. Lily sucked on his dick so hard, she might have been trying to suck his sperms right out of his balls. And all the while their hands roamed everywhere on his body, from his thighs to his face. His skin tingled in the wake of every delicious touch.
Hannah's tongue had free reign to fuck his mouth, mixing their salivas. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside Max's sluggish mind, he realized that he was getting exactly what he had always wanted, what had started him on the path to this room in the first place. But the thought was quickly washed away when another orgasm ripped through him. His boner twitched and swelled in Lily's mouth, but nothing came out. He had been molested, touched, and sucked dry.
Lily suckled on Max's spent cock, not quite giving him time to rest. Her tongue soon wandered downwards, down his shaft, over his balls, tracing the line that linked his cock to his anus. Her tongue rested there for a short while, then it started pushing against Max's puckered hole, seeking entry. It tickled, and made him squeal into Hannah's mouth.
On some level, Max was aware it was gross, but he couldn't seem to connect that knowledge to the act, whatever it was. It just tickled, and then it started to feel weirdly nice. So he let it happen.
Lily put her hands on Max's thighs, spreading them further apart, as far as they would go. Setting her thumbs on his buttcheeks, she pried the rosebud of his asshole open, before she pressed her tongue against the pinkish entrance. Her squishy organ slipped inside, squirming and wiggling its way into Max's hole like a lusty snake.
"Whaaaa?" Max managed through the tongue invading his mouth. He clung to Hannah for comfort as something entered him, slick and sinuous. His cock, exhausted but kept half-hard by Lily's ministrations, sprung to attention again. Without thinking, he reached down and closed his hand around it.
Hannah chuckled. "Don't worry Maxie, it's a thing lovers do. Just another lesson." She thrust her tongue in Max's mouth again to silence him for good. Spit dribbled down his chin and onto his chest. Max calmed down, his mind put at ease by Mommy's reassurances. He stroked himself absently.
After much probing and wriggling, Lily's tongue left Max's backdoor. It was soon replaced by two fingers that plunged deep inside of him. "Nuuuuhhhhh!" Max half-whined, half-squealed.
Lily wiggled her fingers inside his butt, making him feel all sorts of new sensations mixed with a bit of pain. The protest turned into moaning. "Muh. Muh. Muhhhhh." Then she found a special spot deep inside Max's butt that made him see sparkles. This was scary, intense. Lily pressed that magic button intently, repeatedly, making Max's mind go blank with pleasure. Her hand chased Max's away from his hard cock before she took his whole length back inside her mouth, sucking hard on it once more. His whole body was hot and tingly. His hand rested on Lily's head as it bobbed up and down.
The two girls joined their efforts to push Max towards yet another orgasm, pressing all the right buttons, playing him like their instrument. The boy could feel their tongues and hands all over him, their eagerness, their hunger even. Hannah sucked on his tongue so hard it was pulled into her mouth, as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Lily's fingers hammered Max's little prostate with wild abandon, forcing some precum to ooze out of his little cock before he even climaxed.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Max couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything but cling to the girls and make a long, high-pitched squealing noise. All his muscles were taut. His stomach clenched and his back arched, thrusting his chest and rib cage into the air.
"FUUUUUUCK!" The tsunami of pleasure hit everywhere at once, and Max's body spasmed sharply. His fingers dug painfully into Hannah's arm, and he nearly headbutted her in the face as he thrashed around.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" The shriek came from the deepest part of him. His vision went white.
Max floated in an ocean of bliss for a long time, not quite making sense of his surroundings. He felt many soft hands stroking every square inch of his skin. When he emerged, somewhat, still high but at least able to hear and see properly, he was resting comfortably against Hannah's chest, her breasts all soft and squishy under his neck, like a fleshy pillow. She was planting many loving kisses in his hair while her arms hugged his chest close, making him feel all warm and fluffy.
Meanwhile, Max felt fingers busying themselves in his crotch, focused mostly on his cock. There was a strange new tightness surrounding his boy bits, squeezing them.
"There you go," Lily announced, sounding pleased with herself. Way too pleased.
"Huh?" Max wasn't very coherent, still. He felt so good, so happy. It didn't occur to him to be suspicious. His floppy arms slowly worked their way down his body to investigate exactly what he was feeling there. When he reached his groin, he felt plastic under his fingers. There was plastic instead of the soft and familiar flesh of his cock.
Lily and Hannah giggled.
They had turned his dick into a dildo! No, wait. That didn't make sense. Max groaned and lifted his head to look down. He felt so weird, like the long, slender body laid out under his gaze wasn't totally his. And underneath its toned tummy, between its soft thighs, was a pink plastic thingy that encased his penis tightly, keeping it small. It was attached to a plastic ring that circled his ballsack, squeezing it tightly, making his nuts stick out from his body.
"You like it?" Lily asked with a stupid grin and dilated pupils. She tugged on the cage, making sure it was safely locked into place. It was. "I hope you do, because it's not coming off until we're satisfied with your new behavior."
"That's right," Hannah added, stroking Max's shoulders. "It's for your own good. It'll teach you to respect women."
"But I doooooo respect women," Max whined and nuzzled Hannah's arm. "I do!" The boy looked up at Hannah with big sad puppy-dog eyes. He was pretty sure he should have been much more upset about his cock being thrown into detention than he was. But he loved Hannah and Lily. He loved everyone right now. But that wasn't going to stop him from whining. "And that's my favorite toooooooy."
"We know," Hannah replied with a sorry pout, stroking his cheek. "And no, you don't respect women. Not yet. You're a sixth-grade womanizer who needs to be taught better. You'll be happier when we're done teaching you."
Max pouted. He was happy before they put the cage on him, too. "You're really confusing. You were gonna f-f-fuck me, but now you can't with this on me. Is that gonna happen when you're done teaching?" Now that he said it, the funny plastic prison might not be such a bad thing. He had been trying to save his virginity for a special time, and now it would be a lot easier.
The girls looked at each other, and broke out laughing.
"Oh you poor little thing," Hannah chuckled, wiping the corner of her eye.
"Seems like you misunderstood, just a little bit," Lily giggled.
"We said we were going to take your virginity, yes."
"And also that you would get the ride of your life."
Hannah leaned in and kissed Max's cheek tenderly. "But we never said anything about putting your pathetic little thing inside either of us."
"What good would it be anyway? It's so tiny. We'd feel nothing. You have no idea how difficult it was to find a cock cage that would fit you."
"This one is meant for micropenises. We're lucky those are a thing, really."
"It's not that small..." Max muttered. Though he couldn't help but giggle along with them. Things were just so funny right now. He wasn't following very well. He certainly did just have the ride of my life. But everything he knew about sexing told him that his penis had to go in their butts for him to not be a virgin anymore. No, wait, not their butts, their pussies.
Yet Max's butt was sore already... oh, he suddenly remembered there had been something in there. He looked at Lily, wide-eyed. "Oh! You put your dick in my butt! You... you made me do gay sex!" Did that mean he was gay, now? He didn't feel gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
Lily shook her head, looking at Max with a weird grin. "Not my dick. Just my fingers." She showed him the two fingers that had brought him to orgasm before he had passed out, drunk on pleasure. "But you're on the right track. Maybe you're not so stupid after all..."
"Go, I'll get him ready," Hannah told Lily.
Lily nodded and walked into the bathroom. Hannah repositionned Max onto his back, her hands never leaving his body. She kissed her way down the boy's chest, his navel, the plastic shell that squeezed his cock, and even though Max couldn't feel that, the gesture still made him moan and squirm.
Then Hannah lubed two fingers with her spit, and slowly pushed them up Max's butthole.
"How does that feel, sweetheart?"
"Nnngh," he groaned. "S'okay, Mommy. Little tight." Had he just called her Mommy? He was so confused. But happy. He thought? He was at the very least trying to be happy. His mouth felt super dry though, and he was all sweaty. "Can I have a drink, too?"
"You'll have that, but later. You're doing great sweetie," Hannah praised, landing little soft pecks all over his spread thighs. "Really great. Just relax, and push out. It'll hurt less." She put three fingers inside her mouth, coated them with her slobber, then spit on Max's little hole. She pushed all three fingers into him at once, gentle, but relentless.
"Guhhhhh!" Three fingers was so much. Max tried to breathe, tried to relax, but it was so hard. He grabbed at her shoulders for reassurance. "Hurts. Hurts." Breathe. He needed to breathe. He took a deep breath and relaxed, and her fingers slid in deeper. Now there was pleasure mixed with the pain. He squeezed her shoulders. "...Fuck," He whispered.
Hannah smiled at him. "That's right sweetie. Just relax, and let me enter you." Her fingers slipped deep into him, in and out, in and out, widening his hole. There were few flares of pain, but it passed as she finger-fucked him open.
Lily walked out of the bathroom, her gaze landing on him. "Oh that's fucking hot," she moaned. "Is he ready?"
"Nearly," Hannah replied, smiling at Max, working her fingers into him.
Lily was holding a strange device in her hand, some kind of leather harness with two dildos sprouting out of the middle in opposite directions. One small, one big. They were both glistening and wet, just like her pussy. She stroked her pink flesh, and a dribble of juice ran down her thigh.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
"Are you gonna..." Max didn't know how to finish the sentence. Fuck him? Obviously. Hurt him? Very likely. "Are you gonna put that in me?" His voice was high and squeaky. He felt scared even through the warm blanket of the drugs. "Please..." Please don't, he wanted to say, but at the same time Hannah's fingers ware starting to feel good, and part of him began to wonder.
"Oh you bet that's going inside of you," Lily confirmed with a nod.
"Shhhhhh," Hannah shushed. "Don't worry sweetie, no need to freak the fuck out. Look, I've made your hole all wide and slippery. Relax and breathe, just like I told you. You'll be fine. It'll hurt at first, but soon it'll feel great. The best feeling ever."
Max swallowed hard and nodded.
Lily grabbed the leather harness, aiming the bigger dildo at her pussy. She pushed it in, inch after inch of gaudy pink silicon sinking into her wet folds. "Oh f-fuck..." she whimpered, biting her lower lip, her eyes crossing. It took a while, but she managed it, the leather resting against her crotch, the dildo fully buried inside of her. "Fuck. Fuck," she uttered through raspy breaths.
Max let out a sigh of relief as the larger of the dildos sank into her. That would have been so much. The smaller one... still scary. Not as scary. At the same time, his own cock strained against its cage. The lewd sight was too much for him. He whimpered and thrust his hips up without thinking.
"Oh, you're squeezing my fingers!" Hannah squealed in delight. "You look more than ready for it." She pulled out with a squelch, leaving Max with a gaping hole and a void in his tummy. She looked at Lily and they exchanged a nod.
Lily attached the straps around her hips with trembling fingers. Then she walked to the bed, wincing and moaning with every step. She climbed onto the covers, her plastic dick sprouting out of her crotch, aiming at Max's bottom. She knelt near Max's butt while Hannah resumed her role as a makeshift pillow behind his head. "Let's make you nice and comfy," Hannah cooed. She pushed his shoulders down gently, pressing his back against the mattress.
"There, relax sweetheart, and let it happen. It'll only hurt if you resist." She reached over Max's body to grab his legs and dragged them back with her strong arms, his thighs folding, his knees pressing against his chest. His gaping hole was awfully exposed in this position, so much that he felt a cold draft brushing on it. Lily licked her lips as she looked at it, one hand playing with her nipple, the other grabbing her silicon dick.
"Nnnnnnn..." Max let his body be manipulated. He missed that warmth inside him. He wanted them to hold him. He was afraid of what was about to happen, but so horny, and lonely, and he loved and hated them both so much. He looped his arms around his thighs and hugged them against his chest. He needed a hug.
"Oh, that's helping," Hannah praised. "Keep holding your legs just like that. Good boy!" She leaned and kissed his forehead, her hands roaming his chest.
Max smiled and felt happier. The praise and the kiss and the touching, they were all things that he needed badly right now.
Lily shifted closer, and she grabbed a handful of his thigh to keep him in place. He felt the tip of her fake dick touching his hole. It was cold.
"Are you ready sweetheart?" Hannah whispered.
Of course Max wasn't ready, but he was as close as he was ever likely to be. He turned his head and sought out Hannah's lips with his, then nodded softly. "I'm r-r-r-ready," he whispered.
Hannah got the hint, and landed a soft kiss on his mouth. She didn't stay there long, though. Her expression switched from warm to cold, scary even.
"Good. Then we have only one last thing to tell you. Virginity is only lost once. That moment will stay burned into your little brain forever. And until the day you die, everytime you touch a woman, you'll think about it. About that day, when you were just a little boy, and two beautiful women raped you."
"Guuuuhhhhhh," Max's body twitched and his cock throbbed again, trying desperately to grow hard. This was so wrong.
Hannah looked up towards Lily. "Fuck him raw."
Lily grabbed his legs in her steely grip, and rammed her plastic cock all the way into his hole.
"Aeeiiiieee!" Max screamed. It hurt! Despite all the preparation, it hurt so bad! He cried again, desperately trying to breathe and relax and let it happen. "Puh-pu-puhlease! St-st-stop! It hurts! Mommy it hurts!"
"It's meant to hurt," Hannah snapped back. "You've been a bad little boy. This is your punishment for thinking you could own a girl. You won't think that ever again now, am I being clear? Girls will always own you."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be good next time." Tears streaked down Max's face. "Please, please stop. I'll let you do anything. Please, it doesn't feel good like before."
He hiccuped and hyperventilated, and his asshole was tight, resisting the penetration. But Lily was strong and athletic. She'd had years of track-and-field training, and she could run like Terminator in this very old movie. Fucking his hole with all her strength was hardly a warmup for her. She kept going, deep and hard, the loud squelching of her lubricated cock mixing with Max's pleas and cries.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered. "So, so good..."
Hannah sneered. "Now we'll do anything we want with you. But if you're good... maybe next time won't be so hard. We might even let your little dicklet get some fun, once in a while. Maybe every month or so."
"Wah ha hawwwww..." Max sobbed. "I'll t-t-t-t-tryyyyyyyyy..."
Lily was powering through all of his resistance. That spot she found with her fingers, it was now getting hammered, and that was a whole new kind of pain and pleasure all wrapped up in one fucked up package. Max stared up at Hannah with teary eyes. "M-mommy..."
Hannah patted his cheek. "You're doing great, sweetheart. Just take it like a good boy. What about that drink you asked for, still want it?"
Max nodded urgently. His mouth was so dry, especially with all the fluid he was losing by crying his eyes out. The pain in his ass was becoming unbearable, and his dick strained hard against its casing. Why was it doing that? Why did getting raped make his dick so excited? It was so sensitive that he could feel every groove of the hard plastic.
"Such a good boy," Hannah praised. She grabbed a firm hold on Max's hair and straddled his face. Twerking her hips, she rubbed her wet pussy up and down his mug, wetting his cheeks, stroking her clit onto his little nose. "Open up," she commanded.
"Huh? Hnnnngh," Max tried to speak, but mostly just sputtered. Hannah's wet pussy pressed down on his mouth, juices flowing into it, muffling anything he might try to say. This was so overwhelming. Every attempt at speech simply pressed his lips against her folds. His eyes glazed over, staring up her beautiful adult body as it stretched into the sky above him. Mommy was so beautiful it hurt. Everything hurt, especially his ass, where he was being loved the hardest.
"You like that, thirsty boy?" Hannah asked with a laugh. "Drink it up, there's so much where that came from. That's how horny your little face makes me." And drink he did, lapping his little tongue against her pussy, sucking away the sweet and tangy fluid. His Mommy's gift to him. She thrust herself hard against his nose, her thighs squeezing tight around his face. Max could hardly breathe, and when he did her juices burned his nostrils and ran down into the back of his throat, making him cough and wretch. His vision spun. Why did Mommy's love hurt his head?
Despite all the discomfort and the dull pain throbbing in Max's ass, or maybe because of it, something new started spreading in his body. It first came from the magic spot that Lily was hammering with her dildo, then it flooded everywhere, making his muscles twitch and his skin tingle. It filled him whole with happy sparkles, from his toes to his fingertips, and every sensitive part of his body begged to be touched and licked and kissed and sucked. That was the drugs, only the drugs. They made him lovey-dovey, that's what Mommy said. They made bad things feel good. That had to be it, because there was no way a good little straight boy like Max could feel so good from having a fake dick rammed into his—
Max coomed like never before, a full-body orgasm that hurt as much as it felt good. It went on and on, and when it finished ten years later he found himself staring up at Mommy, dazed and confused, still getting railed in his sensitive little ass. She wanted something from him, wanted him to say something, but he had no idea what. He just coughed and tried to catch his breath. "M-mommy..."
"Oh wow... did he... did he fucking come?" Lily asked, panting from all the efforts involved in pounding Max's bottom.
"I think so! Look," Hannah replied as she lifted herself off his face. He gasped and sucked in air, eyelids fluttering. At some point during his drink his grip on his legs had loosened, and now they were splayed out on the bed, twitching.
Lily leaned all over him, staring at his face as she kept doing his bottom hard and deep. "Such a little slut... we're never letting you go. You're too special."
Max shook violently, all his muscles continuing to spasm under the intensity of the fucking. In some part of his brain it felt good to be called special, even if it didn't make sense. He ground his teeth and made a gurgling noise more reminiscent of a seizure than of speech.
"What's that, sweetie?" Hannah cooed into his ear as she stroked his tufty hair. "Still thirsty?"
Max shook his head and made a tiny babbling noise that was meant to mean no. No, he'd had so much to drink, now his poor little mouth was sticky and his tongue covered in Mommy's stuff.
"Don't worry," Hannah giggled. "I can make you a special drink. You just need a straw." She hopped from the bed, replaced by a cold draft, and Max sucked in a much-needed lungful of fresh air. As he panted and retched and sputtered, Lily stared at his face, enjoying every little twitch, every frown, every sign of discomfort.
Hannah returned with another double strapon in her grip. "Open up," she commanded as a wet dildo hovered atop his mouth. From Max's perspective, he could not tell if it was the smaller or the bigger end. But that didn't matter. Max was not sure he could close his mouth even if he tried. It hung open, releasing whatever incoherent noises leaked out of his throat. Drool ran down his cheek.
Hannah chuckled at the sight. "I'm not sure you're doing it on purpose, but good boy anyway." She shoved the dildo into his mouth, inch after inch without an ounce of pity, until the leather flap rested onto Max's lips and chin. The silicon dick filled his mouth to the brim, not quite entering his throat, only resting at the entrance. So it had to be the smaller one.
Max whimpered around the intruder. It made it hard to breathe, but not impossible; he just had to focus on doing it through his nose. Problem was that focusing on anything was hard.
Hannah reached around his head to tie the straps tightly around his skull. There was a silicon dick sprouting from his mouth. Pink, wet, and slimy. Hannah climbed on top of him again, aiming the fake dick at her wet pussy. Then she lowered herself on it, inch after inch of dildo disappearing inside of her. "Oh f-fuck," she moaned.
Fuuuuuuuck. This was so fucking sexy, or it would be if Max could really appreciate it. He clutched the sheets as if he was in danger of floating away. That hot pleasure-pain was rising in him again, spreading everywhere, filling him up, and he let it, arching his back and gurgling.
"Oh fuck... his mewling is making the dildo vibrate," Hannah moaned. She rode his mouth-dick with gusto, her juices squirting out of her pee hole and sprinkling his face. "Oh fuck, oh fuck." Each time she came down, the dildo pushed into Max's throat as Hannah's weight kept his head pinned into place. On Max's other end, the brutal fucking picked up speed, along with Lily's unhinged moaning and squealing.
"He's pretty out of it," Lily remarked, though her fucking motions didn't stop. She straightened up into a kneeling position and grabbed a firm hold of his hips, pulling his legs on either side of her body. She railed him even deeper in that position. The wet slaps of her crotch against his cheeks filled the room.
"Doesn't matter what happens to him until we've had our fun. Especially me," Hannah replied. And she did have her fun. She rode that dildo like a cowgirl, swatting Max's face repeatedly with her sweaty crotch and ass. "Oh, fuck," she groaned. "Oh, fuck, you still with me baby?" She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged hard, curling her beautiful stomach inward to stare closer into his unfocused eyes. "Get ready."
Max wasn't ready, he was empty, a million miles away from his body. But the pain in his scalp dragged him back enough to see Hannah's pussy tremble and then spit all over his face. It wasn't the same as the other juices, it was thick and milky and it spattered all across his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. Some got in his eye, where he helplessly tried to blink it away, and some in his hair, and with it came a rush of clear water that flooded his nostrils and ran down into his mouth, tasting ever-so-faintly like pee.
Hannah turned over her shoulder to grin at Lily. "Came on his face," she said, her voice dripping with pleasure.
"Oh fuck," Lily whined. "Oh fuck, that's so hot." She pummeled Max's little ass even harder, her nails digging into the soft flesh of his thighs.
Max tried to squeal in pain, but that was impossible with a mouth filled to the brim with a dildo. He tried to swallow, but that was almost impossible between sobs. He was totally at their mercy, overwhelmed and overpowered. He couldn't breathe. His vision swam, and his body started to tense, unable to resist the pounding in him. He was... he was...
"Not so thirsty anymore, are we?" Hannah teased breathlessly, running her hands over her body with an ecstatic expression as she slowly came down from her own orgasm. "What do we say to Mommy?"
"Gulggghr," Max answered. His hair was plastered to his face with sweat and squirt, soaking wet. He must have looked an absolute mess as he twitched uncontrollably. The intense sensitivity was pushing him through into more horrible aching pleasure. "Nnnnnn." He clutched at the bed sheets and whimpered a whining, choking noise as his next orgasm hit. His body tensed and thrashed, beyond his control but still restrained by the weight of both girls. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe much, he couldn't resist. His vision swam and sparkled.
"Oh fuck... I think he's coming again... it's so hot!" Hannah whined.
"Hannah! I'm gonna come!" Lily squealed.
Hannah turned around, still deeply impaled on the dildo. She reached for Lily's shoulders and the girls shared a deep kiss, with a lot of tongue. Max got glimpses of that kiss when Hannah's gorgeous ass lifted from his wet face, only to smack into his forehead an instant later and crush him down into the bed.
The brutal ass-fucking reached its apex, with Lily whining and moaning into Hannah's mouth, her body quivering. Hannah held her close and whispered sweet words to her, almost as sweet as the ones she had for Max when she was Mommy.
With nothing to see beneath Hannah's ass, and his meager air supply rapidly dwindling, the sounds soon blurred into meaningless noise. All Max could focus on was the feeling. So good, so terrible. It targeted every muscle in his body. He thrashed around desperately, hard at first but fading quickly, like a living vibrator at the end of its charge.
Both girls enjoyed those vibrations deep inside their bodies for the longest time, Lily fully sunken inside his ass, Hannah fully impaled onto his face, her wet ass resting on his forehead. They kissed deeply, moaning and whimpering their pleasure.
This time, as Max went limp after his orgasm, the fog in his vision enveloped him in a pleasant, warm embrace, floating through space and surrounded by love. He didn't resist. He could only assume that the girls would free up his airway when they were done, but he didn't have any fight left in him either way.
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