Crimson Reborn Ch. 03

Lucy laid beside her husband. His enhanced cock pulsed a steady stream of cum that she lazily sucked down while massaging his balls. Her mind flitted from one idea to the other. She thought of all the people in her life who would receive her gift. Most of them would be grateful. A few might be hesitant. Those could wait, she thought. Pulling her mouth away from the spewing cock, she wiped her lips and rolled back to her husband's side. Her hand stroked David's cheek as she plumbed his thoughts, curious about her husband's thoughts more now than she ever had been before her change.

David's mind was caught in a loop of unbelievable pleasure. Lucy hoped that some semblance of her husband might recover, a sentimental thought. The man lying beside her was built for pleasure, not conversation. She let her hand drift down his broad, muscular chest to rest on the wet spot above his twitching cock. She plunged further into his thoughts, finding something active beneath the flurry of orgasmic bliss. She saw herself there, standing in the door of their bedroom as the transformed goddess. Touching that thought gave her husband a shiver and a fresh gush of cum splattered on her hand. She smiled and pushed further.

"Oh, David, you naught boy," she whispered, seeing his perverse fantasies. "Why did you never mention any of this?" she asked. She saw herself chained up with a ball gag in her mouth, her bottom smacked red by a now discarded paddle, David's pre-enhanced cock dripping in front of her face. She moved on, finding the roles reversed. Her old form sat on top of David's restrained body, tempting him with her pussy only a few inches from his cock. "Perhaps this is all you ever wanted," she mused looking at his rigid body. "I could add some restraints, but I think they would be a little superfluous now."

She flew through all the naughty thoughts her husband had ever conjured up. More than a few of their high school English teacher buzzed past. Lots more of Lucy in various positions, outfits, and toys. She stopped on one of Jillian. A deep ember of resentment flared within Lucy. Jillian was the secretary at David's job. It didn't surprise Lucy to learn that he'd fantasized about pushing her over the desk and shoving his cock in her ass, but it would have infuriated the old Lucy. Now it was just a fun little game that she could play.

Climbing off the bed, she grabbed David's phone from the dresser. Scrolling through the messages, she found an old one sent to Jillian. They apparently had lunch together, despite not mentioning it to Lucy. The ember in her grew, turning from a low anger into a subtle rage. Jillian had her own husband, why did she need to go around tempting everyone else's. Lucy opened the message and paused. How to best approach it? She walked back over to David, her wide hips swaying with luscious flesh. She reached into his mind and searched for regular thoughts about Jillian. It did not take long to find the answer to her question.

She opened the message and typed, "Lucy is gone. Can you come over?" With a small chirp it sent.

Within moments, the reply came, "OMW."

Smiling, Lucy went to her husband, "David, time to get up. We have a guest coming." She touched his thigh and his body relaxed, the flow of cum stopping. "Go take a shower, then clean up this mess. We want to make sure not to spook her too soon."

***

Jillian's stomach fluttered the entire drive. Sam wouldn't miss her, so that didn't worry her. David said that Lucy was gone, so that didn't worry her either. She wasn't even sure it was worry that kept her stomach churning. Plain excitement had her arms feeling like jelly and her hands sweating on the wheel. She and David had been dancing around the idea for a year. She'd long stopped loving Sam, looking for any reason to leave him before the alcoholism completed its grip on him. David wasn't the same, she knew. He still loved Lucy, but that was a minor problem. Jillian liked Lucy too. They'd been such a sweet couple when they got married and little had changed, but sometimes a little was enough. Jillian knew how hard it could be to stay loyal while young. She'd had few opportunities to test her resilience, until now.

And she was happy to give in. It was a mistake. It would cause an untold amount of problems for her, her job, her marriage, David's marriage, and life in the small town altogether. But none of that would matter once they were together. She more than thought it, she believed it with her soul. David's caress and kiss would absolve her of mistakes, take away all her worries, and set her spirit free once more. Jillian didn't consciously consider these ideas, she simply believed them down to the core of her self. It made ignoring the problems simple and the consequences a distant dream that could never actually come to pass.

The sight of lights in David's bedroom set off a new wave of jitters. Her car rolled down the gravel driveway and came to a stop in the patch of dirt that served as parking. Another cold sweat hit her as she looked at Lucy's beat up old hatchback. For the first time, she considered that this might be a trap. David's message had not said anything to indicate it was actually him. Jillian briefly considered throwing the car into reverse and getting the hell out of there. But no, this was her only chance. Her world had narrowed down to this point and this point alone. To go back would be to abandon all hope of potential happiness, at least in her mind. She turned off the car and got out.

Her legs wobbled as she walked up to the front porch. She peeked in through the blinds, fully expecting to see Lucy lounging on the sofa with David nearby, head in hands with guilt, but she saw no one. She paused to smooth out her clothes, adjusting her top to show off her cleavage. She knocked and waited without breathing.

The man who opened the door looked only vaguely similar to David. At first, Jillian thought she had the wrong house. The more she looked at him, the more similarity she saw between the David in her head and the David in front of her. Bit by bit, the old version faded away, replaced by this new god of a man. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt and he smiled broadly at her as he stood propped against the door. Her eyes drank in his tan, sculpted body. Visions of it holding her filled her mind and she started to get wet. "You came! I'm so glad," he said, his voice a little deeper and smoother. She barely heard him because her eyes had drifted down. David had on a pair of pajama bottoms that hugged his hips tightly. He seemingly had on nothing else because she could see the full outline of his cock pressing against the front right pant leg. And what a cock it was.

"Of course," she managed to say, suddenly dumbfounded about how to greet him. A hug? A quick kiss? Nothing seemed right. Thankfully, he stood aside and let her into the house. Stepping past him brought a whiff of warm, buttery cookies, nearly causing her to swoon. The whole house reeked of it and it was starting to drive Jillian wild. She turned around as he shut the door. His back looked even more inviting than his front. Broad, muscular shoulders that rippled with even the slightest movement. How could such a perfect man be in this little out of the way backwater? "I'm so glad you texted," she said. "I've thought about asking you over dozens of times. Where, uh, where's Lucy? I know I shouldn't ask, but her car is out front."

David gave her a warm smile and put his hands on her shoulders. The scent grew even stronger and she started to think it was coming from his skin, oozing out like an oil that might cover her bare shoulder. "She's at the neighbors. She won't be home for a while. We have plenty of time."

Worry cut through her haze of lust, "At the neighbors? She could be home any minute! Oh, what were you thinking? This just isn't —"

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers. All worries vanished and she melted against him, feeling his strength wrap around her. More pressingly, she felt his cock stir and press out against her thigh. His kiss was wonderful and deep, nearly causing her to collapse in her arms. Breaking apart, "Would you like to go to bed with me?"

She could only nod as he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom. Her thoughts snagged on the discarded flower petals shoved off to the side of the bed, but she couldn't be too bothered. It was finally happening and it was better than she ever imagined. David sat on the edge of the bed, his cock pressing hard against his bottoms. He positioned Jillian in front of him and smirked at her, looking from her eyes to his cock. He pulled down his bottoms and the massive cock sprang free. A thin trickle of precum already oozed from the tip and it made Jillian's mouth water. It took all her willpower not to drop to her knees and slurp him into her mouth immediately. She wanted to pace herself though, make it all last. She took a step back from him and unbuttoned her jeans, letting them roll off her hips as she wiggled her ass at him. David grunted, his hand moving up and down the massive cock while he watched her.

Not exactly how I imagined it, she thought. Her emotional needs dissipated against the growing hot urges in her core. She felt empty. Her mouth, her pussy, even her ass, felt void. Turning back to face him, she dropped to her knees as she pulled off her top, letting her tits swing free and press against his thighs. She settled herself between his legs, pulling down this pajamas the rest of the way. David spread his legs open wide, giving her a full view of his balls and cock. They're so much bigger than my husband's! Tentatively, she brought her hand up and took his cock into it. She could barely close her hand around its girth, but her touch cause a ripple of pearly white cum to ooze from the tip.

Smiling, David moved his hand to the back of her head, guiding her down to his oozing cock. This is what she had wanted, wasn't it? All those days at the office with him, the long lunches, the quick text conversations so that Lucy wouldn't find out. All of it had been leading up to this moment. She was finally going to feel his cock in her mouth. Finally get to taste his cum flowing down her throat as she serviced him like the good fuck toy she was always meant to be. He would cum in her mouth first, then maybe on her face if she were lucky. That wouldn't stop her though, she would slurp his cock back in her until he came again, splattering her tits with thick ropes. Then he'd finally be ready to fuck her. She'd present her ass to him, letting him coat his property in cum before spearing her on that monster cock and filling up her pussy until it ran down her legs. Cum would flow over her again and again and again until her mind burned with happiness. This is what she'd always —

No. She hesitated, the tip of his cock only an inch from her lips. A sudden surge of spunk caused a single drop to land on her tongue causing her to snap her mouth shut. The taste of it was much sweeter than she'd thought. Jillian recoiled, scrambling back away from the man she'd moment ago been worshiping. David didn't call to her or try to stop her. Instead, he reclined further back in a state of pure bliss as the fountain of cum increased in intensity. "What the fuck is going on?" Jillian said. Her tongue rolled in her mouth, searching out the taste of David's cum once more, but finding nothing. A flood of saliva accompanied an intense urge to dive back between David's legs and take his cock down her throat.

From behind Jillian came a voice, "You can't resist it, you know."

Jillian turned to see a fully naked woman lounging on a chair in the corner. "Oh god, Lucy?" The woman Jillian saw looked very little like David's wife, but enough to make the connection. Lucy had her legs propped up on the chair and her thighs spread open wide as she toyed with her pussy. And what a glorious sight it was. The taste of David's cum called to Jillian as she looked at Lucy. Maybe some of his cum is still in her. I could lick her out and then suck her tits while David fucked my ass. "What the fuck have you done to me?" Jillian said in a gasp. She fought against the intrusive thoughts as hard as she could. "Am I drugged or...or?"

"Or what?" Lucy asked with a sneer, pulling her hand from her snatch to lick it clean. "You came here to have an affair with my husband, didn't you? You were nearly creaming in the car on the way over and you think I did something to you?" Lucy leaned forward and gravity took its effect on her mountainous tits. They wobbled as they shifted forward and drops of pink milk dripped from her nipples. "No, sweetie, this is your own sin bringing you to your knees. The fact that you've held out this long is remarkable."

A scent filled Jillian's head, a thick musk that shoved new thoughts of cock into her mind. She shook her head, trying instead to focus on a small voice deep inside of her. It told her to run and to not give in. "I don't know what kind of fucked up game this is, Lucy, but I...I..." What? She had nothing to say. Lucy was right. She had come to have an affair and gotten caught smelling David's cum. Maybe another taste would clear her head.

No! She got to her feet, legs trembling. She didn't bother putting her top back on as she stumbled out of the bedroom. With each step a new wave of aching desire washed over her. This is insane, she thought. I'm leaving the best thing that could ever happen to me. Over her shoulder, she saw Lucy's amazing form moving over to the bed. Jillian lingered to watch the woman straddle David's thick cock and sink down onto it. Lucy watched Jillian the whole time, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her flat stomach as she started to gyrate.

With a forceful grunt, Jillian threw herself into the hallway. Her feet felt like lead and her head was hazy, but she knew that if she could escape then things would become clear again. She just needed to get to the car and drive away. Then all of it would make sense and the craving would stop. That's what it is, she realized, a craving. The worst craving she'd ever known. Her mind zeroed in on that tiny drop that had splashed on her tongue. The memory weakened her resolve as she reached the foyer of the small house. The door was within reach, but she couldn't stand it any more. "I just need some kind of relief," she muttered.

Her hand pushed into her panties and found her wet folds. Her two fingers delved into her pussy as she slid down the side of the wall. The feeling of something inside her quelled the fires of lust only slightly. She whimpered as she rubbed her palm against her clit, letting out small gasps of pleasure as she thought about the rutting couple in the other room. Jillian's free hand moved up to rub her breasts, finding herself envious of Lucy. Why does that bitch get to have such fat titties? Is that what David sees in her now? I bet if my titties were bigger then he'd give me all his cum and not her.

From the bedroom, she heard the groans of ecstasy. Jillian imagined the thick ropes of cum shooting into Lucy's pussy. She looked to the door, only a few feet away. Back on her feet, she would only need three steps and then she'd be out of the house. Another dozen and she'd be in the car. She'd have to explain some things, like what happened to her clothes and why she reeked of sex, but she'd be free. It's not Lucy and David in there, it's something else. Something...not evil, but not good either. Something...beautiful.

Jillian heard Lucy's cry of orgasm and it thundered through her whole body. The small voice of resistance inside of her withered and faded. She did not bother to stand, instead, she crawled on hands and knees back to the bedroom. Lucy smiled at her as she rounded the corner.

"Oh, you didn't make it," the corrupt woman said. She stood up from the bed, David's wet cock sliding out of her followed by a small river of cum. "Did you come back for something?"

Jillian mewled at her with a hung head as she crossed the bedroom floor. She reached Lucy's feet and sat back on her calves, looking up at the beautiful woman before letting her gaze fall to the juicy snatch before her. She could smell the cum oozing out of Lucy. This is what I wanted, really. I didn't realize it until now, but I never wanted David to myself. I wasn't good enough for him, after all. I am meant to service his true mistress. My true mistress. David's cum is a gift from Lucy, that is all. She allows me to share it because she is benevolent and kind. She will give me her blessing and I will work my whole existence to bring her happiness.

"Good girl," Lucy cooed, stroking Jillian's hair. "Now, go ahead and clean my pussy."

With beaming eyes of pure joy, Jillian grabbed hold of Lucy's thighs, reveling in their thick, supple flesh as her tongue delved into the wet lips before her. Her nose pressed against Lucy's mons as she lapped at her new goddess's cunt. The sweet taste of her mistress mingled with David's spunk, sending thrill after thrill down Jillian's entire body. She heard Lucy's gasps of pleasure and it drove her onward. She wanted Lucy to sit and spread her legs properly so that she could work better. She wanted to be naked, writhing against her new mistress as the last shreds of her decency faded into nothingness. But still, with each taste and hint, she remembered David. He remained on the bed, watching them while slowly stroking himself. His cock had not diminished despite multiple orgasms. If anything, it looked thicker and harder than ever. If Jillian's first desire was to serve Lucy, then her second was to serve David.

Lucy pulled her away. Jillian's face was wet and shining. "One more thing. We need to make you the proper cumslut that we deserve. The cumslut that you've always wanted to be. A cumslut that literally craves it. One that if she goes too long without it, will have withdrawals and suck the first cock she can find. You see, the woman before me, the woman who gave me this gift was in too big of a hurry. She wanted to warp the world into paradise no matter what. But I've seen the truth. The world is no different than bitches like you, Jillian. It wants to become a slutty little fucktoy, but you have to starve out the decency first. You have to find the little pockets of morality and cut them off, letting them wither into nothingness. Then the world will come to me, crawling, just like you. And when it comes, I will reward it."

Kneeling down beside her new slut, Lucy offered her breast to Jillian. Guiding the other woman's head down, Lucy sighed as Jillian's tongue flicked over her nipple and then began to suck.

The milk tasted amazing. Jillian's entire body became electric with desire as she sucked and swallowed the transformative milk. She pressed her body closer to Lucy's, letting her hands explore the woman's curves and thick ass. She didn't bother to pull off for air for more than a second before switching to the other breast, pushing Lucy onto her back on the carpet while David looked down at them. What a scene we're making, she thought as she writhed against Lucy's naked body, her mouth drinking as much as possible from the woman's breasts. The electric tingling started to change into a satisfying warmth. Without any other warning, an orgasm thundered through Jillian's body, forcing her to release the gushing nipple as a cry of pure pleasure slipped from inside of her.

The changes happened with alarming rapidity. Jillian felt her stomach tuck in and her boobs start to swell. She continued to suck, but with more urgency. Her hips thickened and her pants strained. She grunted as they split entirely, her new ass flourishing into existence, wobbly and juicy. She grinned, letting her eyes look up at Lucy's smiling face. Her own tits had swollen to twice their original size and they'd started to leak, leaving a trail of milk on Lucy's stomach. Jillian wondered what her husband would think of her if he could see her then. Naked, soaking wet, and dripping milk onto another woman as she sucked tits.