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  The High Goddess’s temple hit like always—marble screaming holy vibes, air thick with smug grandeur. She lounged up top, legs crossed tight, rocking that Greek goddess fit again—white cloth gripping her curves, slit fshing thigh, smirking all high and mighty while her foot jiggled like she owned the damn world—she probably did. Only this time, the pce wasn’t all quiet or solemn. The dark elf Lillian ditched the full maid getup—bottom half bare as fuck, squatting low on the floor. Body tilted back, hands braced on the ground behind, she rocked up and down—blindfold cinched, moans and yelps spilling out, a messy blur of pain with a hint of pleasure.

  Down below, her back hole took a fat dildo bolted to the ground—sliding deep, stretching her raw. Up front, her other hole gushed hard, juice pouring wild, spshing from her slit, tracing that slick curve underneath. It hit the dildo, smearing with each thrust—coating it, her butthole, all of it—perfect, filthy lube. The wet sps echoed, her body a hot, shuddering wreck.

  “Gotta say, Lillian, you’re fucking impressive,” the High Goddess drawled, tone zy as hell, like this was just another Tuesday. “Set this up to punish you—no lube, straight ass fuck—but your front’s flooding so much it’s slicking the back. Looks like you’re having a bst.” She smirked, “Guess I trained you too damn well.”

  Lillian’s mouth hung open—no words, just gasps. The grind drained her, the jolt fried her—speech wasn’t happening.

  The Goddess kept that chill venom, “Told you to snag someone to fuck him up—and you’ve been dicking around, stalling with bullshit excuses. You think I’m some dumbass? That I don’t see your game, you stupid dark elf bitch?”

  Nothing back—just moans and that sloppy in-out drip.

  “Stop dreaming—he ain’t saving your dark elf crew. He’s not that Vulpine Emperor tearing up the magic nd anymore—just some normal prick named John now.” She stabbed harder, “You’re no queen of dark elves either—get it? And he’s not that almighty mage no more!”

  She didn’t even clock Lillian’s groans after that—flicked a hand, pulling up a glowing screen from thin air, scrolling like it was nothing. After a beat, she piped up, “Look at you—can’t even nail this simple gig. I poke around for two seconds—and a perfect fit: serial rapist, hot, stacked, taller, buffer, loves sharing with other dudes—all the shit he hates. Sp his old skill system on this guy, and we have his perfect nightmare—how hard’s that?” She leaned in, eyeballing her new transmigrator pick, trying to find out more.

  The more she dug, the wider she grinned—then cracked a ugh, “If this bastard bangs all his women, he’d probably keel over raging—fucking gold!” She stood, stretching like she’d just crushed a masterpiece, ready to leave. Halfway out, she tossed back, “Keep riding that fake fucker till I say stop.”

  The hall went still—just Lillian’s moans, pants, and wet slosh. Her blindfolded face twisted—hate, lust, or something else? Hard to tell. But a voice kept hammering in her head: I already sent him the warning, so why the fuck hasn’t he answered?

  Back with John and Mar, she blinked hard at his “fuck no”—this is gold: me, Vivian, him, fooling around to celebrate. She couldn’t figure out why he’d turn down such a juicy deal. Last time, he’d pounded Vivian like a fucking animal, literally drooling over her every part of the body, and Mar was damn sure that he was eyeing her with some unspoken lust too.

  John caught her stumped look and grinned—half annoyed, half cracking up. He cut the shit and asked directly, “One question, Mar—st time I rolled with you two, you both got off, and then you two patched things up and got back together right? What about me? Left high and dry, kicked out mid-fuck—right?” Mar, upon hearing his question, fshed an awkward smirk, “Uh, yeah, true—but this time, no blue balls, swear it, okay?”

  But John wasn’t buying that shit—st go-round with these lesbians burned his trust to ash. “Nah, fuck that—who knows what twisted bullshit you’d pull to fuck with my head again?” He paused, “Plus, I’ve got Camil waiting for me tonight—keeps me plenty happy literally like my dream wife, so no need for this.”

  “You mean that Mommy shit you py with her?” Mar busted out ughing, “Never guessed you’re into that kind of rolepy, John—Camil told us all about it: call herself ‘Mommy,’ and you’re humping like a dog.” John’s face went tight, embarrassed as hell. But Mar didn’t give a fuck—smacked his shoulder, “Me and Vivian can run that game today too. Come on, come with me.”

  That proposal hit hard—fucking tempting as hell. But John chewed it over—trust was toast already. Worst case? He goes, they blue-ball him again, and he’s stuck horny for days, and no one can or will help with it.

  Camil? She’d flip if he ditched their date—she’s cool with other women, but not when he’d stood her up to fuck someone else. Tammy’s smmed with media crap, no shot there either. Miko and Britts? Still ghosting him, no clue why—dead ends. There was Becca too, but John still hadn’t got her goddamn number.

  That left Catherine and Chloe at home—spicy as fuck, and yeah, he’d love to tap that, but it’d still need some time for him to score. The family retionships just warmed up; he wasn’t about to let a scrambled, blue-balled brain trash that progress.

  Camil was the safe call. Haven’t told her about the pantyhose kink yet—gonna get her in a pair of bck ones tonight. That sealed it—he was pumped to see her.

  So he shook his head at Mar again, “Pass, Mar—Camil’s got me booked. She tracks my phone—ditch her for you two, she’ll lose it. Next time.”

  Mar’s fuse lit up at his brush-off—Camil’s one ass outshines me and Vivian combined? Her win-or-bust streak fred; she wasn’t letting John slip today. “John, Vivian says you’re a freak for nylons—we’ll both wear ‘em. Me in bck, her in white—how’s that hit you?”

  John’s brain kicked into gear, fshing the scene: Vivian—tanned, jacked, all power—rocking white stockings, legs thick and taut, bare everywhere else. Mar—pale, fwless, pure sex—slipping into bck, sleek and tight, her curves screaming next to Vivian’s raw bulk. That csh—bronze muscle, ivory silk—damn near blew his dick sky-high in a hot second.

  But he sucked in deep, ragged breaths, forcing the fire down. And two things stank.

  One: How the fuck did Vivian and Mar know about his pantyhose kink? Camil’s still clueless—only Miko and Britts knew about it. Two: He’d kill for another fuck with Vivian—st time got cut short when Mar booted him. But Mar? Same old “look, don’t touch” bullshit from a hardcore lesbian? He wasn’t banking on her bending. What’s the point of a threesome if it’s just him and Vivian anyway?

  So he dropped his final card, “You’re just full of shit, Mar—am I touching you today or not?” Mar snapped back, “John, don’t push it—Vivian’s gonna do it with you. I’ll ‘help out’ for thanks, but that’s it.”

  See? No happy surprises there. He grinned, “My point exactly—if I can’t really, you know, fuck you, and you’re just ‘helping’ out of gratitude, that ain’t fun enough. I’ll stick with Camil.”

  His head’s already pnning for a real threesome. Next time—when Tammy’s free, he’d drag her to Camil’s. He’d bet his ass those two’d be happy to jump into a threesome with him, whatever and however he liked—none of this half-assed, restricted crap. No need to sweat today’s tease.

  So John waved her off, turning to bounce. Mar sighed, “Fine, take my ride then, I’ll drop you at Camil’s—cool?” But inside, she was plotting hard—no way this fucker’s slipping me today; he’s coming with me and Vivian, willing or not.

  They piled into her ride—driver up front, her and John in the back, tossing half-assed chatter.

  Today’s the day I drag his ass along, or I’m not fucking Mar Hensley, she thought, steeling up. Then, while John yapped away, she slipped a taser from her pocket—zap—bsted him mid-sentence, volts frying him stiff. A fast fist then cracked his jaw, lights out. With him unconscious, she hog-tied his hands and feet, yanked a sack over his head, and hauled him straight to her and Vivian’s house.

  When John’s eyes cracked open again—fuck, he was buck-naked, strapped to a chair like a damn prisoner. Hands twisted tight behind the backrest, legs spyed wide, each ankle shed to a chair leg—cock swinging free, no hiding shit. His head throbbed from Mar’s sucker punch, but the sight across the room hit harder. Vivian and Mar were sprawled on the bed’s edge, already deep in their filthy dance.

  Vivian towered there—tanned skin gleaming, muscles carved like a goddamn statue, half a head over John easy. Her tits up top jutted huge, ass round and thick, all barely caged in white ce—a bra that strained, a thong that dug into her beefy hips. White stockings hugged her thick muscled thighs, no slipping without a strap. Mar sat beside, pale and lush—prime sex on legs, no hard edges, just soft curves screaming to be grabbed. Her tits matched Vivian’s for size, hips wide, wrapped in bck ce—a bra biting into her flesh, thong peeking under bck pantyhose that sheathed her pins sleek. No other clothes—just raw skin and lingerie, heat radiating off them.

  Vivian leaned in first, lips crashing Mar’s—slow, wet, hungry. Her tongue flicked out, tasting, while her hand roamed, fingers grazing Mar’s breasts through the ce, teasing the edges, not diving yet. Mar moaned soft, arching into it, her own hands clutching Vivian’s thighs—fuck, she’s so damn strong, she thought, half-lost in the buzz. Vivian’s breath hitched, “Babe, you really not gonna fuck him when he wakes up?”

  Mar pulled back, panting, “Why the hell you so hot to let your wife get banged by some dude?” Her voice shook—half lust, half snap. Vivian smirked, nipping her neck, “He’s not some dude—John’s different. Try him, you’ll see. Fucked me once, and I’ve been wet for him since.” So you need to be fucked by him too. it's only fair, babe. Vivian thought. But she didn't stop. Her fingers slid lower, brushing Mar’s pussy through the pantyhose—light, maddening.

  “No fucking way,” Mar gasped, squirming, “Just some helps—tops. If you weren’t so damn horny for him, why’d I bother tasering his ass here? And these stockings—who’d you even hear that kink from?” Vivian didn’t answer—just grinned, slipped a hand under the pantyhose, flicked Mar’s clit sharp. Mar’s head tipped back, a loud, shaky “oh fuck” ripping out—this bitch knows every spot, she cursed inside, legs trembling as Vivian kept her pinned in that sweet, torturous haze.

  John’s jaw dropped, chest pounding—what the fuck did I wake up to? His penis twitched hard, straining at the ropes, mind racing: Mar zapped me for this?

  Shit’s about to get wild!

  Lesbians or not? Blue balls or bust? Fuck it—John’s brain dumped that shit the second he clocked the scene.

  Vivian’s eyes flicked over, catching his cock standing tall—hard as steel, damn near waving. She grinned, smug as hell—st time this prick ran his filthy mouth, fucked me silly, left me reeling. Not today, Johnny boy. She’d prepped for this, ready to break him, make him beg under her pussy. Her hand slid into Mar’s pantyhose, shoving the bck ce thong aside—fingers diving in, stirring Mar’s pussy slow, slick, and deep. Her tongue rolled into Mar’s ear, wet and sloppy, circling like she owned it. Mar bucked, a sharp “fuck me” yelp ripping out—Viv’s gonna kill me with this shit, she thought, thighs quaking, too lost in the haze to spot John’s wide-awake stare.

  Vivian kept one eye on him, clocking his every twitch—look at him, drooling already. She amped it up, fingers flicking Mar’s pussy faster, tongue digging harder. John’s head damn near blew—face flushed red, veins popping, yanking at the ropes like a caged dog. This is fucking torture—let me free!—but the binds held tight, his cock throbbing uselessly. Vivian leaned into Mar’s ear, voice low and hot, “Babe, our Johnny boy’s awake. Time to show him some gratitude.”

  Mar’s breath hitched, still half-gone—what? He’s up?—but Vivian’s grip kept her pinned, moaning, oblivious till now. John’s mind raced, she’s pying me—gonna make me watch ‘til I snap. Vivian’s smirk said it all: you’re mine, asshole.

  Vivian smacked Mar’s ass—hard, a loud crack—nudging her toward John with a wicked grin. Get moving, babe—time to py. She swung to John, eyes glinting, “You into that Mommy game, huh, Johnny?” His face fred red, lips cmped—no answer, too choked up to say anything. But Vivian didn’t give a fuck—plowed right in, “Well, Mommy’s here now. Were you sneaking peeks at Mommy and her wife fucking around? You hot for Mommy’s wife, aren't you?”

  John’s throat scratched dry, voice gone—shit, she’s got me pinned—but he nodded quick, sheepish as hell. Vivian smirked, turning to Mar, “Babe, ease in—ditch the bra, let Johnny feast his eyes.” Mar’s grin twitched awkward, Fine, it’s just thanks—Viv’s dying for this kink. Long as he doesn’t fuck me, whatever. She peeled it off slow, tits spilling free—pale, heavy, juicy, begging for trouble. Vivian wasn’t done, “Staring’s weak—make Johnny feel you, girl. Get that body on him, now!”

  Mar sighed—fuck my life—and pressed up against John. His heat hit her fast, skin bzing—her nipples perked up, stiffening quick, a soft “mmm” slipping out as they brushed him. Goddamn, he’s burning up, she thought, chest swelling, aching a little. This doesn’t feel that bad I suppose.

  After a while, py kicked in for Mar—why don’t I tease this John more, he’s tied, can’t do anything—she dragged her breasts across his torso, tips scraping his skin, then circled his own nipples slow, teasing hard. She smirked inside, let’s see him squirm.

  John’s nerves lit up—itchy as fuck, damn near losing it. This is torture—her tits are killing me! His cock below twitched wild, ropes biting his wrists—helpless. “Untie me, fuck—now!” he rasped, voice cracking. Vivian ughed low, “Not a chance, Johnny boy—you tried to dodge us today, so Mommy’s gotta punish you.”

  He stared at this tanned, jacked, blonde-haired new lesbian Mommy—muscles flexing, towering over him, those huge tits dangling above his head. What’s she gonna pull? No clue—but one thing burned clear: Mommy Viv, I’m gonna fuck you real good tonight, every fucking hole.

  Mar was hooked now—fuck, she couldn’t stop at all. Bent low, lips tched onto John’s nipples, kissing, sucking, leaving wet trails. John squirmed—shit, never felt this before, tickles like hell—his skin prickling wild. She leaned deeper, her bell-heavy tits swinging over his rock-hard cock, grazing it—smearing his leaking juice onto her pale flesh. Fuck, that’s weird—hot and sticky, she thought, a strange buzz sparking in her chest. Didn’t want it spreading, so she grabbed his cock—hand wrapping tight. But the warm, pulsing feel hit her like a shock—face flushed, heart smming, damn, this is nuts,—and she started pumping, slow at first, then faster, mouth still slurping his nipples loud.

  Vivian grinned, “Mar, baby, you’re killing it—keep that shit up, you’ll fuck him good.” John’s slick coated her hand, slippery as hell—Goddamn, I wanna taste it, lick that mess, Mar’s head spun, fighting the urge. Vivian clocked her dazed look—she’s cracking—and jumped in, “Babe, show more of your heart—hand’s just not enough. Let Johnny feel that sweet pulse between those juicy tits.” She snatched John’s cock, shoving it between Mar’s jugs—squeezing ‘em tight, sliding him in. One step closer to that pretty mouth of yours—fuck, I’ve been dreaming of you sucking him since he railed me. You watched me getting fucked by him st time. It’s your turn today, baby. It’s only fair. Vivian smirked inside, picturing him throat-fucking us both’s got me soaked.

  Mar’s head tilted back, eyes locked on John—chest rocking steady, tits cmping him hard. John stared at her cherry-red lips, fuck, I need that mouth—lurching forward, desperate to kiss, but the ropes yanked him short. She smirked at his filing, teasing him’s too damn fun. Vivian ughed, “Greedy-ass Johnny—haven’t kissed Mommy yet, and you’re chasing her wife already?” She gripped his hair, yanking it back, “Last time you drooled over Mommy’s pink titties and pink pussy—check these lips today, all pink for you.” Her head dove—pink lipstick crashing his mouth, tongue plunging deep. John drank her like a man starved—fucking nectar—tangling his tongue with hers, sloppy and fierce.

  Below, Mar’s tits worked him—sliding, spping his thighs with wet thuds, her breath hitting his tip hot and heavy, damn, this cock is fucking burning between my tits, she zoned, panting harder. Above, Vivian’s mouth owned him—sucking, biting, spit swapping fast. Sandwiched by these MILFs, John’s head screamed, this is fucking heaven. Vivian pulled up slow, a thick spit-thread dangling—grinning at her Johnny boy, payback for st time, you smug fuck. Mar peeked up—jealousy and heat twisting her gut, he’s kissing my Viv—or she’s having his kiss all to herself?—she squeezed his cock tighter, pounding it harder, tits smacking his legs loud. John’s nerves fried—I’m gonna fucking die from this pleasure.

  Vivian caught Mar’s vibe—she’s cracking, time to push more—but she’d start with John, keep him hooked. “Since I’m your new Mommy, no way I’m not feeding you, right, baby?” She yanked her white ce bra down—tits spilling out, tanned and massive, begging for trouble. Shoved one into John’s mouth—suck it, boy—and he tched on greedy, slurping hard, mumbling through wet pulls, “Both, Mommy—both at once!” Vivian’s grin split wide, fucking owned him—Camil’s kink tip’s gold, he’s my bitch now. His tongue and lips went wild—sucking, licking, popping off with loud smacks, a sloppy symphony filling the air. It hit her hard—tingles ripping through, fuck, he’s good, her legs twitching.

  She eyed Mar—still working John’s cock with her tits, eyes gssy, a mess of want and doubt. Time to “help” my girl again. “Good boy,” she purred at John, “Last time you raved about Mommy’s pink titties—look at you, eating me so comfy today. Mommy’s got a reward for you—let my wife suck that fat cock of yours.” One hand kept pinning John’s head to her tits—keep going, punk—the other shoved Mar’s head down. Mar squirmed, a weak “no” flex—bullshit, I’ve been dying to taste that hot, dripping mess—then she caved, lips parting, swallowing John’s cock whole. Fuck, it’s fire—salty and thick, her head spun, sucking deep.

  Vivian’s pulse spiked—holy shit, she’s in—that “It’s only fair” shit echoing loud again. Her hand slipped to her own honey pot, rubbing quick—so damn wet—then brought juice-soaked fingers to her mouth, licking slow, fuck, wish this was John’s precum. Jealousy burned—Mar’s hogging the good shit down there.

  John, meanwhile, was having a bst—teeth grazing Vivian’s pink teat, sucking, biting—while below, Mar’s fming red lips worked him, tongue swirling every inch of his cock, she’s hitting every fucking spot. His heart hammered, itching to burst—untie me, fuck—I need to fuck Vivian and Mar deep and raw, now, my new Mommy and her wife!

  Vivian’s itch was cwing now—Mar’s hogging that fat cock, fuck that, I need a taste. She shot John a tease, “Look at Mommy’s wife down there, chowing down happy—Mommy’s turn to suck that cock, baby.” She dropped to her knees, but Mar wouldn’t budge—lips locked tight, slurping John’s cock even with her mouth half-numb, no way I’m letting go, this heat’s mine. Vivian yanked Mar’s head up, crashing into a deep, greedy tongue kiss—sucking hard, fuck, his juice and her spit, goddamn nectar—pping up the mix like a starved bitch.

  “Move, babe—Mommy’s drinking straight from the tap,” Vivian growled, shoving Mar’s head to John’s balls. She dove in—tip to throat in one go, shit, it’s big, eyes watering, but inside she’s screaming, this is so fucking good. Fuck my throat! Her head bobbed fast—slurp, schluck, slurp—tight as hell, pink lipstick smearing everywhere on the cock. Mar, curious and horny, tched onto one ball—sucking, rubbing the other with a hand, nose buried deep in his sack, sweat, precum, that faint piss sting—smells so good! Shit, I’m a fucking slut. Her red lipstick painted it crimson, tugging his sack skin with sloppy pulls.

  They’d never tag-teamed like this, but damn, they clicked—one up, one down, yanking John’s cock like pros. His legs thrashed, ropes biting—too fucking much! Vivian grinned at his strain, “What’s this, Johnny—can’t take it anymore? Mommy and her wife ain’t even started.” Mar chuckled, he’s our little bitch now. Their lips slid to each side of his cock—clumsy at first, one ahead, one behind, then after a few slides—they synced perfect. Pink and red merged, a tight mouth-pussy, tongues scraping fast—ssssuck, schlurp—sucking pops loud as fuck. John’s head tipped back, this double blowjob’s gonna fucking finish me—but he fighting to st.

  They felt his cock twitch—he’s close—and doubled down to tease. Lips slid off together—schloop—crashing into a fierce tongue duel, gimme that juice—no, it’s mine, swapping spit and John’s taste, wild and messy. John groaned, “Keep going—fuck, can you?” No dice—they kept kissing. “Please!” he begged, voice cracking. Still ignored. “Fuck, please, keep it up, my good Mommies!” he roared, desperate. They smirked at each other—finally peeling apart—each tching onto a ball, sucking hard, tugging opposite, mmmph, hnnngh, nasal hums spilling out. Hands crossed—flicking each other’s clits quick—while their free grips tag-teamed his cock, top and bottom, pumping fast.

  Vivian, nose nuzzling his scrotum, mumbled through sucks, “Cum for Mommy—bst onto our faces, our mouths—now, let your Mommy Mar taste your cream!” Mar’s shame hit te—this is fucking sick, oh fuck, but I need it—her itch burning wild, I gotta taste his cum.

  John finally snapped—erupting hard, spraying his cum everywhere. Viv and Mar lunged to catch it—mouths open—but it was too much, spttering faces, chests, dripping into their wrecked mouths, a hot, sticky mess.

  Now John slumped in the chair, head lolled back, soaking in that paradise-high rush—fuck, best blow I’ve ever had. Vivian’s voice cut through, smug and hot, “How’s that, good boy—ready to fuck your new Mommies hard? Camil bragged you can go round after round, Johnny.” His brain was complete bnk—nothing but pure, horny fire, gonna flip these two and fuck ‘em raw and hard, creampie both for the rest of the night. He barked, “Yes, Mommy Viv—untie me, now!”

  Mar’s ears caught it, gut twisting—shit, are we really doing this? Me and John? Doubt gnawed, but her pussy betrayed her—juice soaking through, drenching her pantyhose’s crotch, fuck, I’m a fucking slut, I want it bad. Vivian eyed her, smirking, me first or Mar? Either way, he’s gotta break free. She stepped to undo the ropes.

  It was at this moment, Camil’s voice sliced the room like a bde, “John, you fucking pig—ditch me to fuck around with these lesbian bitches?”

  John’s haze shattered—oh shit, forgot Camil. Her furious gre burned holes, stomping closer. I’m fucked—she’s gonna snap me in half, he thought, guts sinking fast.

  Mar flinched, hands flying to her face—goddamn, this is humiliating—trying to hide John’s fresh sptter on her skin. Vivian didn’t blink at all—staring John down, a slow, wicked grin spreading.

  Oh, Johnny, the real wild shit’s just kicking off.

  somerealnerd