A Pocket Full Of Glory 3 Teaser

 Spring Break. 2011. A time for teens everywhere to do what teens did whenever they had free time. Things like...like shopping. Hanging out with friends. Watching movies. Screwing up your diet at Fugly Bob’s, begging your sister to fix your mistake before you went out to try on new clothes on your boyfriend’s dime.

You know. Teenager things. Things that Victoria wasn’t doing after her mom had grounded her, kept her in-house after she’d broken her bed again...but that was fine. Great. Wonderful...and no. She wasn’t being sarcastic. Not this time. Not like she’d normally be.

The...gentlemen...at the other end of the toy had ramped up their campaign again...and they weren’t at all gentle about it. In fact, it had just about taken over her life. Her every waking moment and, sometimes, when they’d pushed her too far over the edge, her every sleeping moment as well.

Victoria, her hair matted with sweat, her room smelling of sex and stale air freshener, bit down on her impromptu gag of a pair of her own underwear, and readied herself for another round. Another round that would either happen any moment now or within the next ten minutes… She’d just have to wait and see, as usual.

Anyway, New Wave, and everyone she knew, would be better off if she wasn’t faced with the temptation to indulge in her quickly evolving exhibitionist kink. No matter how hot it sounded, taking the PR hit that would come out of someone taking a picture of her falling apart just wasn’t worth it...maybe.

Her sense of right and wrong was a little off these days, now that her life was filled with what was, basically, a non-stop orgy... A fair. A carnival of dickings where she was the eternally open carousel and every other ride besides. Well-loved, well-used, the Glory roundabout was a crowd favorite, and it didn’t look like it was going to close anytime soon...on either end.

So, just to reiterate… Her sense of right and wrong wasn’t what it had used to be. Best not to test it… Especially when, just a couple of days ago, the pace had changed. Shifted in new and exciting ways that. Ways that she only considered to be exciting (she hoped. Hard) because of how removed she was from what was being done to her this time around.

Victoria’s eyes bugged out as she felt something prod against her lower lips. Something warm. Something heavy. Something that was far, far, far too big to belong to any human...and that it was before it began to try and push into her, making it quickly feel a lot bigger.

Either whoever had her toy had found a pack of really lonely Case 53’s to share her with...or they owned a zoo and they were putting the onahole to work… That she couldn’t say which of these two things that she preferred said a lot about how fucked up her life had become. It really did.