Vegas Weekend

"Guido!" Grant warned as the other man's hand started to move towards her chest. Guido tsked and let his hand drop.

"Now, throw me over your shoulder!" she grinned.

Grant sighed. "Pull that cover off the bed and wrap it around her so she's presentable."

"Hey! I AM presentable!" She bounced her boobies.

"Just do it," Grant said when Guido looked at him and shrugged.

"And, here, take THIS out!" Grant removed the pink tube from her ass.

"Hey! You're supposed to kiss me before you do that!" she muttered.

Guido stripped the top cover off and wrapped it around the woman.

Sighing again, Grant hefted her over and held her legs to his chest.

"Oh, good!" Denise giggled, her hands bound behind her back.

"Wait, wait. She wouldn't feel right without this," Annie said.

"Annie! Don't you DARE! You bitch!"

Annie lifted the bed cover to expose Denise's ass. WHACK! "What was that, Denise?"

"You BITCH!"

WHACK!

"What was that?"

"I said ... don't make me too wet ... people will be able to smell me in the halls."

Grant and Guido stepped out of the room and carried the humiliated woman to the elevator.

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"I think I just peed myself."

Bobby raised his brows. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, Bobby, I'm so nervous, I think I just pissed myself! I'm all wet between my legs."

"Uhm ... can I get you a towel? Or something?"

"Noooo! I just made a mess in my crotch! I can't BELIEVE-- "

"Mrs McCloud?"

"Yes?"

"You're acting strange."

"No, I'm not. ANYONE would be upset if they just pissed on their own panties. Especially if she were still IN them at the time."

"Uhm ... most people wouldn't announce their accident."

"Well, that's the cool part. It wasn't an accident. I very consciously acknowledged that I'm feeling stressed and thought I might feel better with the sensation of urine passing through my urethra."

"And ... DID you?"

"Feel better?"

"Yes."

"Yeah!"

"You're right ... you're not acting strange. You're acting bizarre."

Mrs McCloud stood, unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. "Look, Bobby! The front of my panties are SOAKED! They're TRANSPARENT!"

"Uhm ... Mrs McCloud ... remember what you said ... if one of us has been compromised?"

"Well, I'VE been compromised! The front of my skirt has a big, wet spot! Be a gentleman and give me your pants, Bobby."

"Uhm, I'm sorry. I can't do tha-- "

"Bobby! Give me your goddam PANTS!"

"I can't! You just need to-- "

Mrs McCloud stuck her thumbs in her waistband and thrust her pelvis forward. "Bobby, give me your pants! Or I'll pee on YOU!"

"Mrs McCloud! Don't!"

"I'll DO it! I WILL! Give me your pants!"

Bobby stood, unzipped and yanked his pants off. "You WANT them?!" he held them out angrily. "You WANT them?!"

The door opened, and Frank unsuspectingly stepped in, then took in the unusual scene before him.

Several moments creeped by tensely. They were slightly less comfortable than the U.S. president trying to think how to explain that he just set his scrabble game down on the red button and unleashed thermonuclear apocalypse upon the world.

"Ahem," Mrs McCloud took her seat, crossed her legs and forced a pleasant smile.

"Ahem," Bobby let his pants drop to the floor and took his seat.

Frank shook his head, trying to cast out that vision, and sat.

Several more moments passed as each tried to think of a way to continue after something like that.

"Are you returning this boy's family to him now?" Mrs McCloud asked finally.

Frank looked at her, then deliberately shifted his gaze to Bobby without answering her. "Y'know, son, this isn't all a bad thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Heeey," Frank chuckled. "How many times have you gotten laid this weekend?"

"He doesn't NEED your help 'getting laid'! He already knows more about mature adult relationships than you EVER will!"

Frank glanced at her with a look of scorn, then looked back to Bobby, again without a word to her. "Is that what you want, Bobby? A mature adult relationship? Or would you rather have a slutty little fuck-kitten?"

"Uhm ...."

"Bobby! Tell him! Tell him that you want someone to RELATE TO! Someone to have INTELLIGENT DISCUSSIONS WITH! TELL him!"

"Uhm ...."

Frank gave a broad grin. "She wouldn't make a bad fuck-kitten, would she? If we could get her fixed, I mean. De-clawed. Sexed up."

"Hey!"

Bobby gave a guilty grin.

"Bobby?!"

"You've had fantasies about this one, haven't you, son?"

"Stop TALKING about me like I wasn't HERE!"

"Yeah," Bobby gave a shy smile.

"Tell me about them."

"Well ... she's in the front of the class. You know, naked. And she's teaching us about the parts of the body. Pointing them out ... on herself."

"Bobby?!"

"And then ... she calls me up to the front of the room. To ... you know ... demonstrate how a man screws a woman."

"BOBBY?!"

"Good fantasy, kid. But I'll bet she mewls like a kitten in your fantasy instead of screeching like this."

"I do NOT SCREECH!"

Bobby just nodded to Frank.

"You STOP corrupting this boy with your PERVERSIONS! You BASTARD!"

Frank looked at her and spoke to her for the first time since re-entering the room. "Do I intimidate you, princess?"

"YOU! ARE! A! SLEAZY! CORRUPTOR!"

"Princess, princess. You're gonna pop a blood vessel. Calm down."

"Do NOT tell me to CALM DOWN!"

"Oooh ... princess, do you need a pacifier to suck on?" He stood and unzipped.

"YOU--! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Frank unbelted and let his pants drop.

Mrs McCloud swallowed hard and dropped her volume. "You ... you can ... NOT ... control me ...."

"Really? Can't I?" Frank asked, using his fingers to sway his erection from side to side enticingly.

Mrs McCloud felt torn, felt like she had climbed halfway up a cliff face. At the bottom of the cliff arose Frank's erection. At the top of the cliff stood her self-will. Did she let go, to fall and be impaled on Frank's cock? Or did she force herself to climb, to assert her will, to declare her independence from this sleazy turd? Her arms were SOOOOOOO tired, though.

At the top of the cliff, she realized, stood her husband too. A fireman. A noble saver of lives. Drawing on the strength of what he stood for, and on their love for each other, she forced one hand up to a higher handhold. Then up another. And another. Then another.

Her husband, her partner, glowed at the top, with love for her, with RESPECT for her. How could she betray that respect?! Hand after hand, she made her way up the cliff face.

And the farther she went, the easier it became. Independence, once asserted, strengthens itself! The more she declared herself to be the master of her fate, the more it became true!

Before she knew it, she was at the top of the cliff, and her husband reached his hand down, to greet her, to congratulate her, to raise her up the last three feet. She clasped it, and he lifted her up, to stand beside him at the crest.

I defy you, she declared out from the cliff. *I* am the master of my fate! *I* control my own decisions!

A faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, her will, her independence reinforced now with self-knowledge. She stood and leaned forward over the table between them to jab her finger in Frank's face.

"You ... cannot control me ... little man," she smiled to Frank. "I have overcome my fear of you, I have defeated-- "

"Aaaawww, fuck it!" Bobby muttered.

Mrs McCloud felt him yank the crotch of her panties aside, then insert his shaft inside her as he bent her over further at the waist.

"Bobby! NO!" she gasped. "You'll MELT my MIND!"

"I'm ... so ... sorry ... Mrs McCloud," he gasped slowly, still buried inside her.

"Please, Bobby ... carefully pull out ... I can't-- "

Pump.

"Bobby!"

"Sorry, Mrs McCloud."

"Bobby, very carefully! Pull out now!"

Pump ... pump ....

"OHGOD, Bobby! Don't!"

"Aahh, screw it!" Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump! "Your ass (pump, pump) is just BEGGING (pump, pump, pump) for a good FUCKING, Mrs McCloud!"

"Oh, Bobby! ... Can't ... think straight ... my pussy ...." She was pressing her twat back hard against the invader, pressing it in deeper, pressing it into her mind. Her brain relaxed and let itself swell with blood and lust. "My pussy ... RULES me! ...."

"Just like a woman," Frank muttered.

"Ooooohh ... FUCK ME ...." she moaned. Her husband at the top of the cliff looked stunned and betrayed as she took a short sprint and leapt off the cliff to descend and impale on that ... precious ... cock at the bottom.

Who needed a mind?! Who needed self-determination and a will?! She was HORNY! She just needed to get FUCKED!

That's all she needed in this world ... to get pumped like a sex-doll.

And Bobby was providing that service, completing her.

"Well," Frank sighed. "I guess you're right, princess. I can't ... control ... you."

"Nnnngg! Fuuuuuck meeeeeee!" she whined to Bobby and clawed at the table.

Frank stood and walked around to the side of the table, wagging his erection in front of him, and Joan McCloud slurped it in as soon as it was within range.

"Yeah ... you're a modern independent fuck-kitten."

"Mmmmphmmmmrgmmm!" she mumbled, muffled on a rod.

Soon enough, Bobby sprayed baby-seed all over the fields of Mrs McCloud's womb.

Exhausted, he pulled out and sank into a chair as Mrs McCloud stayed splayed and collapsed over the side of the table. "You monster ...," he sighed. "What have you DONE to us?"

"Oh ... just a few minor improvements."

"Improvements?! You sick fuck! These are people's LIVES you're fucking around with here!"

"Bobby," his mother breathed from behind him. "Calm down."

He spun around at the sound of her gentle, soothing voice.

She stood there in only high heels, her dark pussy still frosted from yesterday, her hand still on the handle of the door she just opened. "There's no need to get upset. Didn't you enjoy me last night?"

"Mom! I'm not even going to ANSWER that, because it was WRONG! You're not acting like you're SUPPOSED to!"

Denise Keegan lifted her hair up, then let it fall back to her shoulders. "Bobby, I feel so much better than before. I LIKE me this way!" A light danced around in her eyes as she spoke. "I've been FIXED! I used to be an obsessed, tight-assed harping frigid cunt, but now I'm your good time girl. I'm YOUR good time girl, Bobby!" She began pulling on her own boobs. "It's SO much free-er, not having to be obsessed with all the things that you CAN'T do. I'm HOT now, Bobby, HOT and READY! I'm HOT for your COCK, son! I will SPREAD for you! You certainly weren't too shy to shove it up me and choke my pussy on it last night!"

Bobby turned back to Frank. "You've MESSED her UP! You PUT her STRAIGHT now! You DO it! I've got servers ... emails ... newspapers ... FBI ....

Frank sighed. "Ya try to give a little sumthin' back to the world ...." He pulled open a drawer and took a strap-on dildo from it. "I'm disappointed in you, lad. And now I'm going to have to demonstrate something to you that I'd hoped I wouldn't have to." He tossed the sex tool to Bobby's mother.

"Ooooh!" Denise smiled, catching it. As she began belting it on, she smiled at Bobby. "Mmmmm, Mommy wants to play with her little boy's sphincter ...."

Bobby felt his anus twitch and tingle. "GAH! Don't!" he yelled to Frank.

"What's scarier, boy? The fact that Momma's ready to ram her dick up your ass? Or the fact that you're ready to beg her to do you?"

"DON'T!" Bobby cried. "DON'T make me LIKE that!"

"What about those newspapers? And the FBI?"

"FUCK them!" Bobby screamed. He was starting to want to get rammed so bad that he wasn't sure he could stop himself.

"But all those emails. All set to fire if you didn't reset the restraining program in ... oh, my, only twenty minutes."

"It was BULLSHIT! I was BLUFFING! PLEASE don't make me LIKE that!"

Frank gave a bitter smile, sincerely regretting that he'd even needed to draw this gun and wave it around like this. He walked around the table and lightly whacked the ass of Mrs McCloud, who was still drifting through a time and space of ecstasy, sated beyond her wildest dreams. "C'mon, sweetie," he told her. "Time to take it up the poop chute for the good of the country."

"Nnnngh ...," she stirred.

"C'mon, sugar tits. It's for the good of everyone involved."

"PLEASE!" Bobby gasped, having run to the far side of the table, fleeing his mother's prick. But he didn't know how much longer he could not WANT it.

Frank got Mrs McCloud to a standing position and moved her into the path of Mrs Keegan when she came around the table. The cock slid neatly up the teacher's ass.

"Oooooh!" She pressed back against the delightful visitor to her rectum. "FUCK me, Denise! FUCK my ASS!"

"You see?" Frank turned to Bobby. "It really is a lot better for them this way. They're not so confused. They don't have to always be doing things that are unnatural to them, like keeping their knees glued together."

Bobby was just sighing, thankful that those yearning sensations had stopped coming from his sphincter!

"Now, am I ever going to have any more trouble from you, boy?"

"N-no."

"Like I said, this is my way of helping evolution along a little bit, my way of bringing a little beauty, a little comfort, into the world. For both genders. And needless to say, if you ever cross me, you will slut your ass in public restrooms for the rest of your life. That training is already implanted in you. And there's not a soul on this planet that will be able to put you straight again if it comes to that."

"Don't-- don't worry. But ... how? How did you get to Mrs McCloud? And ... me?"

"We're still experimenting with which programming produces the most amenable results. You and young Mrs McCloud there-- " Joan gave a particularly good gasp on cue as Denise Keegan sank in especially deep "-- got the programming with special cues. She went down Friday night but just didn't remember it. You don't remember much after seeing your sister getting felt up Friday night because you were being trained as well."

"Just don't ever make me-- "

"Well, you just be a good boy and don't get too enthusiastic about leaking this to the press before we're ready. Not that you could anyway. If you start to speak -- even figuratively, as when composing an email -- you will get the irresistible craving to suck a man's-- "

"I get it. I get it. You don't have to worry about me."

"And when I complete my little project, you and every other man in the world will be getting more pussy than they ever dreamed of."

"I believe you. I already have."

"And they LIKE it!" Frank smiled, gesturing at the women. "They LOVE being this way."

"Bobby just looked at him.

"Okay," Frank clapped his hands. "Twat swap!" He laid his hand on Mrs Keegan's shoulder, "Denise, pull out of Joan."

"Unnnngh?!" Joan grunted, dissatisfied.

"Get that ugly pecker off yourself, Denise," Frank said, and she unbelted and threw it across the room. "Bobby, come over here and reaffirm that your heterosexuality is still intact, boy. Which one do you want?"

"Mrs McCloud is nice, but I'd like to do my mom."

"Should I start calling you 'Oeddy'?"

Bobby ignored that and inserted into his mother, eliciting a blissful moan from her.

"Oh, Bobby! Don't you just LOVE it?" she sighed as he pistoned her.

"Yeah ...."

"Do you like the new me, honey?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Me too ...."

The Mile High Club Convention Lets Out --- ---- ---- ---- ---------- ---- ---

(Monday afternoon)

"But I don't WAAAAAAAANT to sit behind the rest of the group!" Jim Keegan whined. "I wanna sit closer so I can watch Denise let herself get groped by Annie!"

Denise tsked. "Jim, it's not like you can DO anything. Your balls are still the size of grapefruits and purple." From Mrs McCloud's defensive kick Sunday night.

"I know, but I still wanna watch!"

Annie and Denise both sighed.

"I'll swap with you," Michelle finally said.

"You will?"

"Yeah. Maybe I'll be sitting with two hunky strangers I can hump."

"Thank you, Michelle. I'll give you a 'thank you' fuck as soon as ... the equipment ... starts working correctly again."

"That's ... all right, Mr. Keegan. You don't have to," Michelle giggled. "Although I might take a strap-on to your ass later if that's okay."

"Uhm ... let's discuss that some other time," Jim deferred.

They walked up to the lady checking boarding passes, Jim's walk looking a lot like a cowboy that just got down off his horse. But at least it kept his swollen testicles from grinding against each other and triggering a vomit reflex.

She examined their passes and permitted them to board.

They found their cluster of seats, Michelle swapping with Jim. Mrs Pittman removed her trench coat to reveal that she had worn a hot pink string bikini and candy pink heels underneath. She got the nice young man across the aisle to help her put it in the overhead compartment, then thanked him by taking his hands and rubbing them all over her belly, including two discreet boobie-rubs.

The rest of the plane boarded, and the stewardesses ran through their safety spiel. Afterwards, a pretty stewardess with coffee-and-milk colored skin stopped by Mrs Pittman, whose belly looked like a huge, flesh-colored orb. "Uhm ... can I get you a blanket to ... uhm ... cover that thing? Ma'am?"

Mrs Pittman read the stewardess's name tag. "Jolanda, I'm proud of my motherly figure," she beamed, then lowered her voice. "And just because a woman gets knocked up DOESN'T mean that she stops having sexual needs." Grin and wink.

"Ehr ... yes, ma'am." The stewardess briskly walked away, shaking her head.

The stewardesses made their pass up the aisles, verifying that everyone had their lap belts on, then the plane taxied and took off. Once at altitude, the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign and the stewardesses began the meal prep.

Kim and Bobby were both leaned back with their eyes closed while Jim sat between them, giggling. Since his own peter was out of commission until his balls grew several sizes smaller, he decided to name the middle finger of his left hand Sneaky Pete. He found that marvelously droll -- Sneaky Pete! His left middle finger! Ha!

Flicking his eyes furtively to the left and right, he kept lookout while Sneaky Pete snuck over the left arm of his chair, then carefully, lightly tip-toed into his daughter's lap.

He snickered quietly. Sneaky Pete was so ... sneaky!

"Are you doing that nonsense about 'Sneaky Pete' again?" Kim asked without opening her eyes.

Jim snickered.

"Daddy," she opened her eyes and warned him. "If you get me turned on, I'm going to have you licking my asshole."

"I can do that, sweetie," he grinned inanely. "Me an' Sneaky Pete -- we LIKE my little girl's anus."

"Just so you know," she closed her eyes again. "If you keep this up, you'll be getting a brown tongue soon."

Sneaky Pete kept it up, dancing a little sneakin' dance on her crotch.

After a couple minutes, she opened her eyes again and stood. "I warned you. Get up. My anus wants to be licked and you and Sneaky Pete have been drafted."

"Goody!" Jim snickered and stood. "Told ya we could rile her up," he whispered to his left middle finger.

Bobby woke and stood to let them out of the row, then slid over to Kim's window seat when he sat back down so he could turn around and talk to Mrs McCloud.

Joan McCloud had been acting a little odd since they arrived at the airport, Bobby had noticed. "What do you remember after we talked to the hotel manager, Joan?" he asked.

"Bobby! You shouldn't be calling me by my first name! I'm your teacher."

"I've had my cock up your ass, Joan. I'd say we're on a first name basis."

"Bobby!" she gasped. "How DARE you speak like that!"