Divine Poker Ch. 4

You've asked for it. You've waited (relatively patient with a few passive aggressive exceptions ;). Now you get it. The return of the Divine series ;)

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Chapter 4

Time stood still for a moment. Kennedy had seen the light flash in Piper’s eyes. That light that indicated my divine gift (still feels weird to write that) had worked and Piper’s entire sexual persona had been morphed by some random chance. I thought only I could see it. At that point, I was still unsure that it was even working and that maybe it was just some kind of weird coincidence. But Kennedy confirmed it.

“I did, didn’t I?” she asked again, breaking that timeless moment of introspection and forcing me back to reality.

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” I said and tried to stand up.

Kennedy hurled herself at me, pinning me to the bed. “Yes you do!” she said. “I can see it written all over your face. You may lie well at poker but you’re terrible at it in bed.”

“Look… it’s crazy, okay?”

“I kinda like crazy,” she said coyly.

“No… I mean… you’ll think I’m crazy,” I said.

“Try me.” She rolled over, propping herself up on her elbow and looking me in the eyes from half a foot away. I could feel the warmth radiating off her face. I watched her eyes flick back and forth as she looked into mine.

Finally, I sighed, gave her a little peck and said, “Okay… but remember, I’m not crazy.” She nodded and I continued, “I think I have some kind of weird power on women with poker,” I said.

“What does that even mean?” she asked, “I mean… I understand the individual words but that sentence is kinda crazy.”

“See… I told you,” I said.

“No… I didn’t mean you sound crazy… just the sentence… okay… let’s start at the beginning. What kind of power?”

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked at the ceiling, watching the white, wooden ceiling fan spin silently through the air. Weirdly, in that moment, as I reflected on everything, the only thing that I could think about was how badly I needed to dust the fan.

“Phillip? What kind of power?” she insisted.

“I don’t know… like… mind control or something,” I said sheepishly.

“You think you control minds through poker? Wait… you think you’re controlling MY mind with poker? Did my eyes do that flashy thing?”

I couldn’t answer. I just locked my jaw and watched my dusty fan spin through the air.

“Phillip… talk to me… Please.” She didn’t sound angry. Curious. Intrigued. Confused. A little annoyed but mostly at my reluctance to answer.

“I think… sometimes… when I beat a woman in poker it does something to her. I don’t understand it but… the flashy eyes thing happens and something… changes for them.”

“So you’re not controlling them like some twisted comic book villain?” she said.

“What? No… It’s not me doing it… or… maybe it is but not consciously. I don’t have any control over it,” I said.

“Too bad… that would be kinda hot, you know.”

My jaw dropped as I looked at her, “What?”

“I mean… me bringing you little sluts to fuck and you turning them into your ideal playthings… kinda hot, right?”

“Uhmm… no… it’s horrible. It’s not like that, though!”

She shrugged dismissively. “If they like it, it’s not horrible…. But why is it different?”

“I think… Well… I think I’m supposed to be helping them with problems,” I said. I wasn’t ready to tell her about the dream talk with God just yet. That seemed like a bridge too far.

“Huh… how did you help me?” she asked.

“What was happening before we played poker?” I asked.

“I was pining away over my failed marriage.”

“Right… and now?”

“Now it doesn’t bother me that much.”

“Think back… can you remember how you felt BEFORE we played poker?”

She started to answer and then stopped, thinking for a moment. “Kind of… but like it was a dream. I was angry… and sad… no… not just sad. Despondent. Depressed… I… I guess I was thinking that I didn’t really have much to live for.”

“You were suicidal?” I asked, surprised.

“No… I mean… not actively… but… now that I think about it, I might have been on that path.”

“And remember what you told me about walking in on your ex? About how the girl was hot and you would have joined them if he’d asked?”

She nodded but still had that faraway look.

“I bet that wasn’t really a thought you had until after I beat you, right?”

“Maybe… it’s hard to remember,” she said.

“I think that’s part of it. I don’t really understand it myself. It’s just this weird thing that happened with Jaime, then you and now Piper.”

“Bizarre,” she said. “Is it the winning hand or the losing hand that matters?”

“I don’t know,” I said. She spent another fifteen minutes interrogating me getting mostly the same answer in slightly different flavors. “I’m not sure”, “I don’t know”, “beats me”, “I have no idea” were pretty much all I managed while she barraged me with questions.

She finally gave me an exasperated sigh and said, “Okay… fine… you know nothing Jon Snow.”

“Ughh…,” I said in confusion.

“Game of Thrones? Oh. My. God… you really have led a sheltered life!” she exclaimed. I laughed and nodded, “Well I know what we’re watching… we’ll skip the last season but the rest is amazing. You’ll love it. Lots of tits and sex.”

“Sounds like you’re the one who will love it,” I said, tickling her. The day improved from there.

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The next day, I got a call that night from my friend Olivia who was coming to town the next week. Kennedy was, predictably, intrigued. “Who was that?”

“Olivia, friend from home?”

“Oh yeah? Old flame?” she asked.

I laughed, nearly snorting my drink, “No… she’s 100% playing for the other team.”

Kennedy walked up to me and gave me a little kiss, “Show her this,” she said as she stroked my cock, “and you might find you’re off slightly on your percentages.”

“She’s like my sister. There’s never been anything between us.”

“Maybe play a magical poker hand with her and you can change that,” she said. She’d been teasing me about that ever since I told her. She was both obsessed with the idea and convinced it was absurd.

I simply rolled my eyes, “She’ll be here tonight,” I said. “You’ll like her.”

“Well… if you’re not going to fuck her, you should probably find someone else to fuck today… you know… so you can think straight while I’m letting her seduce me tonight?”

“Kennedy…,” I said in a slightly warning tone.

“What? I like girls too, remember?”

My cock was hardening involuntarily at the thought of her and Olivia kissing. Maybe I didn’t think of Olivia COMPLETELY as my sister. Kennedy noticed, “Does my stud of a lover like that idea? Me making out with your lezzie friend? Want to fuck me while she licks me, baby?”

“Okay… stop… fine… How about I call Piper and we meet her at the diner. See if she’s up for something.”

“Yayy!” Kennedy said, clapping her hands girlishly. She was every bit the tomboy but occasionally had these incongruous moments of stereotypical femininity that were all the more charming for their rarity.

Thirty minutes later, we were sitting at my favorite diner while my newly favorite waitress, Harper, was bringing us our food. Harper had been a constant in the fantasies Kennedy and I engaged in. In Kennedy World, I’d already conquered Harper multiple times. The blonde waitress walked away, my eyes glued to her swaying hips as Kennedy whispered, “She’s just so perfect, you know. You’ve got to fuck her soon. She’s amazing.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I said but I wasn’t complaining. When your girlfriend encourages you to have sex with beautiful women, you don’t look that gift horse in the mouth.

“Should be easy. Just pick out five cards and show them to her,” she said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes again, “I don’t think it works that way.”

“How do you know? You won’t experiment with it!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Because I’m worried about hurting people,” I said. Before Kennedy could respond, there was a little bell ringing at the door and in walked Piper. She looked amazing. Tight little running shorts showed off her perfect legs. She was wearing a white tank top and a lacy black bra underneath as she sauntered forward. And behind her was…

“Hey you two. Fancy meeting you hear. This is my boyfriend, Gene. Say, ‘hi’, Gene.”

“Hey,” he said brightly as he held his hand out. I took it and shake it, noticing the weakness of the grip.

“This is Phillip,” Piper said and Gene’s expression changed completely.

“That Phillip?” he asked quietly.

“Yup… the one who was man enough to fuck my ass,” she said. Phillip swallowed and I tried not to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. The women in my life seemed hell bent on killing me that way.

“Piper. Be nice,” I managed.

To her credit, Piper looked downward and quietly said, “Sorry. It’s just that… you’ve changed everything for us. You fixed us, Phillip.”

“Really?”

“Tell him, Gene.”

Gene looked nervous and embarrassed as he sat down next to Kennedy while Piper slid right up against me in the booth. “Yeah… I guess… I mean… I wasn’t able to… you know… give Piper what she… I mean… She has needs and… well… you know.”

It wasn’t much of an explanation. More a series of half finished sentences but I got the gist. “Piper needs a man who keeps her in line and tells her what to do.”

He nodded.

“And she needs to be used like a slut,” I said, placing my hand on her thigh. She instantly spread her knees, imploring me to creep my hand higher. I simply stroked the skin, tracing a slow, lazy circle on her upper thigh. Kennedy was watching me, practically panting. I’m not sure what was hotter either. Both girls had me worked up surprisingly quickly.

“Tell you what, Phillip. I don’t normally do this but how about I show you what your slut girlfriend needs. Maybe, someday, you’ll be man enough to give her that.”

Piper snorted derisively but withered under the look I gave her. “YOU,” I said, squeezing her thigh, “Don’t be a bitch. Give your boyfriend a chance at least.”

She nodded, “Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

I asked Harper to put our food in a to-go box. The buxom, curvy blonde did so, bringing back the packaged food and leaning down, “Come again,” she said. I think it was a flirty whisper but maybe I was just so turned on from Piper and Kennedy’s looks that I wasn’t thinking straight. Who knows. All I do know is that five minutes later we were in the back of Gene’s car while he drove us back to my place. Piper was sucking my cock while I shoved her head up and down. “See Gene. You have to just take what you want from sluts like Piper. They respond to men who demand things from her. Like how I told her I was going to fuck her ass. You don’t ask for things. You take them.”

I watched in the rear view mirror as he swallowed hard and nodded. Kennedy was leaning over the back of the front seat watching as Piper deep throated me eagerly. I just spread my arms and enjoyed the action. “Do you think you can do that for her?”

“I… I don’t know… I mean… I’m supposed to love her, right?”

I nodded, “You’ve got two choices, Phillip. At least if you want to stay with her. You either be the man she needs and take what you want and pass her around to your friends. Or you find her guys to fuck.”

“So either way she’s going to cheat on me?”

“I think so,” I said, pretty sure I understood her divinely inspired kinks. “But it’s not really cheating if you’re the one deciding who she fucks, right?”

“I guess,” he said unconvinced.

“Or you break up with her,” I said. Piper moaned around my cock and I wasn’t sure if she was protesting or agreeing, “Shut up, slut. Just concentrate on sucking.”

She murmured again but increased her pace. “I don’t want to break up with her. I love her,” he said.

“Well.. .then you have to figure out a way to give her what she needs, right?”

Phillip shook his head, still unsure. We went back to my place and rushed inside, eager for each other. Kennedy and Phillip walked behind us and I could hear Kennedy saying, “You’re in for a treat. He fucks like a God.”

Piper had her legs wrapped around me as I carried her inside. She was showering kisses on me and whispering, “I love your cock. I need it. It’s so much better than Gene’s,” she said.

I laughed and tossed her onto the bed before quickly shucking my clothes off. It was a little weird to be standing there completely naked in front of a strange guy but Piper quickly stripped off her own clothes making me forget all about our audience. “You want my ass again? You can have it. Anything you want, okay? ANYthing,” she said huskily.

“I want you to tell Gene overthere everything I do that you like. Think of it was teaching him how to be the man you need.”

“He never will be,” she said, “But I’ll give it a try… for you.”

I nodded then quickly descended upon her, kissing her neck and working my way down her perfect breasts. “Oh, God. Gene… his tongue… he’s tracing it around my… oh fuck… my nipple… he’s teasing me… They’re so hard… God… I need him to touch themmmm!” she said, squealing as I flicked my tongue just barely across the tip of her right nipple. “Yess… he did, baby. He just teased them… It made my cunt gush. Oh… and now his hands… he’s squeezing me… like he fucking owns me Gene… because he does. When you have a God cock like his you can own women. Did you know that? He makes sluts out of any woman. We just have to spread our legs for him. I can’t stop thinking about it inside me. His fingers… they’re teasing my cunt now… Oh God… please… Gene… ask him to fuck me, baby. He’s teasing me so cruelly and I love it. Gene... ask him… for me.”

“Uhh… uhmm… will you… uhmm… will you fuck her?” Gene asked.

I rolled my eyes. I really wanted this kid to learn how to play Piper’s game but I was starting to doubt he’d ever learn. “When I’m ready,” I said simply. Then a thought hit me, “Gene, you should probably film this so you can watch it back later,” I said. Piper gasped underneath me then leaned up and kissed me passionately.

“God I love you… you’re fucking perfect,” she said. I looked over at Kennedy who was rubbing her tits through her shirt and desperately fighting the urge to stick her hand down her pants. Gene didn’t even bat an eye though, simply holding out his phone to film us.

I fucked Piper for a good 45 minutes, switching positions every time I got close to finishing. She was just as submissive as she’d been the other day and just as eager to playfully taunt her boyfriend. Multiple times she professed her love of my cock and her devotion to me. Each time, I looked over to look and Kennedy and she was positively writhing as she watched. When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I looked over to Kennedy and asked, “You want my cum, sweetie?”

“Yesss,” she said as she rubbed her cunt through her pants.

“Then come get it,” I said and roared, emptying my cock into Piper’s nice tight pussy. As I pulled out, dripping and sticky. Kennedy dashed in, slurping my cock into the back of her throat a couple times then diving into Piper’s cunt whom she lashed at furiously with her tongue.

That was how I spent the next week. Fucking Piper and occasionally Jaime and getting to know Kennedy better. Kennedy proved to be the perfect girlfriend in almost every way. She and I clicked with the kind of friendship I hadn’t had since I’d moved to Vegas. Her hefty alimony checks allowed her to extend her stay without issue and I wasn’t going to complain. I kept playing poker but no more weird divine interventions. I won plenty of heads up hands against women without any apparent incident. The first one was against a 75 year old grandmother in a wheelchair so I was a little worried. I actually considered folding my nut flush but just couldn’t bring myself to. I got home Friday night after having my best week in several months.

“Baby, I’m home. Won again today. That makes it eight grand this week,” I shouted.

“Hey baby. Olivia got an earlier flight and she left a message on your machine. I went ahead and picked her up. She’s a doll!” she said from the other room.

“Phillip!” came the familiar cry as she bounded in to give me a big hug. She wasn’t normally very demonstrative in her emotions but it had been such a long time since I’d seen her that both of us were feeling a little overly affectionate. I grabbed her back, squeezing her into me. “It’s been too long,” she whispered. I took a look at her. She’d slimmed down a little and the purple had mostly washed out of her hair, leaving the dark brown color behind. She was wearing a black crop top that showed off a couple new tattoos on her arm and waist. She looked happy and healthy which, in turn, made me happy.

“Yeah… I’ve missed you, Liv,” I said, patting her back and rubbing her shoulder as we separated. “What are you guys doing?”

“I wanted to play a game and Kennedy suggested poker so she’s been teaching me how to play and… what?” she trailed off as she noticed my shocked stare at Kennedy.

“What are you doing, Kennedy?” I asked.

My girlfriend had a look of innocence that the most cherubic of painted angels would envy. “Just showing your friend what you do for a living,” she said.

“This is a bad idea…” I said.

“Why? Because gambling’s a sin?” Olivia asked, teasing me.

“No, it’s just… you’re a girl… I mean,” I said, stammering as I realized how that sounded.

She put her hands on her hips and stared at me, “Yeah… I’m a girl who’s going to kick your ass and take your money.”

Kennedy shuffled some cards in her hand as she watched us. I glared daggers at her as I snatched the cards away, “Fine… but this is a bad idea,” I said.

“I just need a little fun. My girlfriend has kinda been a bitch lately. I might have to break up with her.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I said as we sat down and I started dealing the cards.

I tried to fold out of the first few hands but Kennedy kept folding as well which just meant that Olivia was raking in the blinds unchallenged. “Well this is boring as shit, Phillip. Play a hand.”

I sighed, “When you’re playing to win, you play a little more conservatively, Liv.”

“Oh, BS… you’re just afraid to play me you big pussy.”

I ground my teeth, “Fine… your funeral,” I said. It took a couple hands but we finally had a decent pot. We were just playing for nickels and quarters but the pot was over $5.

“Fine… I don’t think you have anything. I’ll raise $5,” she said and started counting out quarters. The board was 10, 10, J, 8, 3 with three hearts. I had a 10-9 with only one heart. It was a good hand. Not amazing or the nuts but I knew I had her beat.

I snap called. Liv was a terrible liar. Her smile dropped as she tossed down her cards. K-3 for two pair. Not the winning hand. I laid down my trips and looked up. Her eyes flashed and my heart skipped a beat as I heard Kennedy’s sharp intake of air. She’d been watching for it too.

“What?” Olivia said, looking between us, “Good hand, Phillip. How’d you know I didn’t have anything?”

She seemed normal. Unchanged. But I’d seen that flash. I knew something had happened. “Uhhmm… the way you were betting didn’t make sense for the flush. I thought maybe you had a weak two pair or just a busted nut flush with the Ace.”

“You thought all that that quickly?” she asked.

“You have to be thinking about those kinds of things on every street on every hand. Lose your attention and you’ll get stacked.”

She leaned back, surprised at my confidence and knowledge. I had been shy and uncertain when I’d left town. Now I was brimming with confidence. Frankly, it had more to do with Kennedy and the endless stream of sex than the poker but whatever it was, even I had noticed the difference in myself. Kennedy stood up and walked to the kitchen to get us something to drink and the moment she left the room, Olivia leaned forward.

“God, I thought she’d never leave. I need to ask you something,” she said, her voice the barest of whispers.

“What?” I asked, the little alarm in my head had barely quieted down and now it was back to blaring.

“I said my girlfriend has been kind of a bitch lately, right?”

I shrugged, “I mean… I guess… You didn’t say anything more about it.”

“It’s kind of a sex thing,” she said, glancing up to look into the kitchen. “How are things with you and Kennedy?”

“They’re good… I like her,” I said, hoping that would be enough to get her to back off.

“She told me how you met,” she said.

“She did?”

“Uh-huh… and about the other girls?”

“She did.” I said, looking back into the kitchen with annoyance.

“Hey… I’m not gonna judge. Just glad to see Mr. Perfect boy scout being the sinner for once.”

I blushed, “Well… I’m really happy with her,” I said.

“Sure… she clearly likes you and she lets you fuck whoever you want,” she said with a laugh.

“Liv… it’s not like that,” I said though I wasn’t about to tell her about the rest of the secret.

“Well… since you guys have this open relationship and all…” she said, her voice trailing off.

“You’re a lesbian!” I said with a near shout before lowering my voice, “You’re a lesbian, Olivia.”

“No shit, sherlock. Don’t go getting ideas that if i get some good dick I’ll suddenly turn straight.”

“Liv, I didn’t mean…”

“I’m fucking with you,” she said, punching me hard in the shoulder. “Look… here’s the thing. I have a thing I like in bed and Skye… my girlfriend… is being a little bitch about it.”

“And you want to try it with Kennedy. I’m sure she’d…,” I stopped as I noticed Olivia looking away.

“No… I mean… I guess we could with the right equipment… that’s how I’ve been trying to get Skye to do it but… you know… I don’t know her or trust her like I do you. I know you’ll be careful and everything.”

“I don’t understand, Olivia.”

“My ass… I want you to fuck my ass,” she said, the words coming out in a rush.

I sat back, “What? But your girlfriend…” I said.

“Skye? Don’t worry. Kennedy can take some pictures and videos. Skye will love it.”

“This is messed up, Liv.”

“You don’t want to?”

“No… i mean… Yes… I dunno… it’s not something a friend should ask another friend.”

“Look, dude. I’m not trying to just randomly get laid by you. I’m still a dyke to my core and if my girlfriend would man up and throw on the strap on for me, I wouldn’t need to do this. But she won’t so I’m gonna get mine from one of the few men I actually trust. Okay?”

Before I could say anything, Kennedy walked back in, “Whatcha talking about?”

“I’m trying to get your boyfriend to fuck me in the ass while you take pictures and the doofus is reluctant… I’m feeling pretty insulted,” she said, folding her arms and fixing me with a withering stare.

Kennedy didn’t respond immediately. She looked at the cards on the table, still staring up where we’d left them after the last hand. Completely forgotten. She looked back at me questioningly and I shrugged. I thought about the several dozen hands I’d played against women this week that had led to absolutely nothing. Could this actually be what God wanted? For me to have anal sex with one of my best friends?

“Okay,” I said, making a decision.

“Really?” she said in excitement, looking back and forth between Kennedy and I.

I shrugged, “Sure… it sounds fun. Kennedy’s ass is too tight and small for my cock so…” I said. Kennedy nearly swooned at the words. Any mention of her inadequacies tended to reduce her to a puddle.

“Oh whatever… like you’ve got some kind of mammoth cock or something,” Kennedy said.

“Show her, baby,” I said. Kennedy dropped to her knees without hesitation and started unbuckling my belt with trembling fingers. I lifted my ass when she was ready and she guided my pants and underwear off with a yank.

“Holy fucking shit, Phil… What the actual fuck is that?”

“My cock?” I said, stroking the enormous girth in my hand. It grew firm and hard rapidly as I started imagining what Olivia was asking for. She did have a nice body now that I was looking at it with an aroused state of mind.

“I take it back… no way am I taking that monster in the ass. You’ll destroy me,” she said though she was still glued to her seat with eyes unflinchingly fixed to my cock.

“I bet you can. He fucks Piper’s ass whenever he wants.”

“Who the hell is Piper? Some three hundred pound wrestler?”

“No… she’s maybe 130 pounds. You’d love her. She’s very fit,” Kennedy said.

“So… uhmm… you can… you know… be careful and slow?” she asked.

“Of course. And I’ll stop whenever you want,” I said.

“Fuck it. Let’s try it,” she said. “When am I ever going to get another chance to fuck something like that. It’s hard to even find a dildo that big, you know?” She stood up and shimmied out of her shorts, then quickly slipped off her panties and flicked them at Kennedy. “You sure you’re good with this?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Kennedy said.

“Okay… c’mon big guy. How the hell did you make it out of town a virgin? I mean… you must’ve with that thing. If you’d shown it to anyone there would have been rumors within 24 hours.” She asked as she walked into the bedroom, her tight little ass shaking seductively. She put a knee on the bed and looked over her shoulder, “You coming, stud?”

I shook off my own daze and followed her into the bedroom, barely aware of Kennedy behind me. “You’re not going to get naked?” I asked, stroking my cock as I reached into the nightstand for the lube.

“Why? You’re just fucking my ass, right? You need to see my tits for that?”

“I mean… no… I guess not,” I said in confusion.

“Look… I told you… Still 100% lez, okay. I just like having something in my ass and I want to try it with someone else doing it instead of by my own hand.”

“Ohh… uhmm… okay,” I said. I slid a finger into her ass, applying a liberal amount of lube as I stroked the oil onto my cock. Olivia sighed as I started stretching her out with one and then a second finger.

“Go slow,” she whispered as I positioned the head of my cock at that most intimate and taboo of entrances. Admittedly, I got a real thrill every time I did this. Something about sodomizing a woman triggered that church going part of my brain that made the act so taboo. I watched as her ass dilated at the invasion before slowly accepting my cock. “OH God… oh fuck… fuckfuckfuck,” she said.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah… just… wow… let me get used to that thing… fuck…,” then she looked up at Kennedy, “You recording this for me?”

Kennedy nodded, holding up the phone.

“See Skye… I need this. I hope you watch this tonight and jill off thinking… holy fuck… yes, Phillip… Thinking about it. It’s soooo good, baby. And you can be the one giving this to me. I want you to. Oh, God… I hope you find a nice big strap on for me, baby. I might be the world’s first lezzie, anal size queen, okay?” She shoved her ass back into me, slamming the last three inches deep into her ass, “Geezus… now fuck me with that thing, Phillip. Fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me like you’re trying to make me straight.”

I gripped her hips and did exactly as she asked. Thoughts of friendship, girlfriends and religion were pushed out of my head, replaced by the almost unbearable tightness of her once virgin ass. I gave her long, firm strokes at first, slowly picking up the pace until she was just babbling incoherently while I reamed her hard. My fingers dug into her skin and suddenly, I felt her tighten around me. She screamed out, rubbing herself to her first orgasm. I wanted it to be good for her so I slowed my pace slightly, keeping myself from cumming while she worked herself up to a second. “Do it… cum in my ass, Phillip. Cum in my fucking dyke ass,” she roared. I gripped her hips tight and slammed in again, our skin smacking together loudly as our animalistic panting filled the room. Kennedy was still filming with one hand while her other was knuckles deep in her naked cunt. “We’re gonna have fun watching this later aren’t we baby?” I asked.

That did it for Olivia. She started cumming instantly and so did Kennedy and I. The three of us moaning like some sort of cheap porno.

“Fuck that was good. Better with a real cock than a dildo by a mile. And seriously, Phillip… I can’t believe you kept that fuck stick under wraps in our quiet little town,” Olivia murmured into the pillow as she lay on the bed limp and spent.

I walked over to Kennedy and looked at her, giving her a quick kiss. “Go help her clean up. I’m sure she’ll enjoy you pleasing her in the shower,” I said. Kennedy’s eyes grew wide.

“But she’s got a girlfriend,” she said.

“I don’t think she cares right now… besides, you have a boyfriend, right?”

“Yessss… yes I do,” she whispered happily.

“Good girl,” I said and stroked her hair. Then I collapsed on the bed in my own exhausted stupor.

Just as I drifted off, I heard a voice call to me, “Phillip… we need to talk.”