Charlotte the Harlot Ch. 04

"This is Carl. Actually the guy said his name was Meryl. But yeah, I was over at Slaker's Bar when he gave me this free sample sexy-paint kit - it looked a bit twisted, but harmless enough. Me - Arleen again - yeah, it seemed like it would be fun. I'd kinda already told Carl I was wanting to try something different."

"And you couldn't have settled for some boy scout knots?" But Charlotte knew that even if both of them had conveniently chosen to remember nothing about the night Arleen had Fucked a Fraternity, they would want to do something a little special together - hence the appeal of painted sex. So she focused on their present situation. "Maybe when Carl did her, he got some latex on his dick ..." She was aware that it was far from clear how that particular scenario would create a blended doll with tits and a pussy, plus a dick roughly where its clit should have been. But after all, the operant word from day one was 'magic'. She watched as Arleen - or possibly Carl - continued pulling on the dick in question. "I'm gonna do 'em both right now to take the edge off," she announced. She didn't bother to specify whose edge; but having handed off her tablet to Ginnie she climbed aboard Arleen and lowered her rubber pussy onto the bonded pair's gleaming cock until it was lodged deep inside her.

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Sometime much later Charlotte (until recently known as the girl Margo) basked in the solarium sunshine, her thighs spread wide, the foot or so of thick cock still visibly throbbing inside her. Arleen's smaller boobies were mashed into Charlotte's bigger ones below her, while her hips slowly rocked her Carl-part in and out of her new friend. In turn, Jacque was lodged deep in her pussy ... all but his cheerfully wagging tail.

"I hope this doesn't mean you intend to forgive him", said Ginnie, as archly as possible given that she was busy pleasuring herself with a 'rabbit' vibrator. She gestured her indignation with her free hand from across the solarium, her generous tits jiggling merrily. Her brother and Dorothy drifted in the pool, temporarily sated. They were still threaded together with arms (and genitals) firmly interlocked.

With an effort, Charlotte focused enough to smile. It was true that her own cascading waves of orgasmic pleasure were tempting her to excuse Al's many previous offenses. And watching Ginnie's bouncing boobies, she was even prepared to forgive her role in all this. Tablet to hand, the question was asked: "Is everybody ready to switch partners?"

Arleen rubbed noses with her and grinned. Whatever other carnal combinations might be formed (or performed) from now on, her own two component partners now made up a permanent unit. Reaching over, she typed her response: "Not a chance!"

It occurred to Charlotte that for some time now Arleen hadn't bothered to explain who was speaking - obviously it no longer mattered.