The Ballad of Maggie Part IV

        Maggie and Josi walked down the main footpath through the center of campus hand in hand.  There were stares from all corners, even if most people had become accustomed to the occasional transformee.  Maggie felt like she should be crippled by her two sets of enormous breasts, but she except for occasional unexpected inertia, she did fine.  Her girlfriend now exceeded her height, and that seemed a bit unusual.  Given her amazing appearance, Maggie wasn’t sure that the seemingly mundane-looking lover wasn’t the one getting all of the glances.  At this point, Maggie only felt proud.  Well, proud and satisfied, since Josi had just given her an impressive fuck.

“I think you’re turning some heads, babe,” Maggie said.

“I’m not used to the stares.  I mean, I just got used to being looked at as a woman, and now it’s even more intense.  I mean, at least you’re distracting them for me.”

“I guess so.  Well, a fat lot of good it will do any of them.  I’m loyal to you.”  Maggie pulled Josi in tight to herself and felt her bosom squish and sway pleasantly with the perturbation.

Josi swallowed, her face turning beet red.  “Thanks.  I need some stability, I think.”

They were about to reach the place where they were to part ways when both of their phones bleeped with text message sounds.  It was Nichelle sending to a group chat.  “Pres. Tratt called.  SAT is suspended.  She found out about Patricia.”

“That’s not good!  I think we might have broken the law,” Josi said.  She texted back, “Meeting?”  Amrita had beaten her with the same message by a fraction of a second.

“We can’t.  I’ll take the heat,” Nichelle responded.  Realizing that they could do nothing, they split for class, worried and nervous.

It took Maggie some time to get comfortable in the seat, as her lower breasts kept smushing into the desk.  Eventually, though, she found a way to make it work.  When she did, she realized that many of her classmates had been watching her, and she turned a new shade of red.  A mischievous grin on one female observer elicited a twitch in her clit-cock, and she had to refocus her attention on getting her notes ready.

Throughout class, she felt like a bad student, as her phone’s screen repeatedly lit up with the back-and-forth of Society texts.  The group had decided to meet at Maggie and Beth’s place to plan what to do.  Nichelle wouldn’t be allowed to come, of course, since President Tratt had made it clear that she held Nichelle responsible for the entire incident.

Maggie and Josi made it home before dinner and headed into Maggie’s room, both stripping.  Maggie’s clit-cock had bloomed into a raging hardon, causing Josi to swallow hard as she reclined onto the bed.  While Maggie was clearly ready to get some relief, Josi gently laid her hand onto her lover’s chest.

“Wait.  I want to talk first.”

A little disappointed, Maggie sighed and rolled away a little.  “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

“First, my jaw and pussy are both kind of sore.  You’re…  You’re really big.”  That statement caused a visible twitch.  “I’m gonna help you, but I need you to help me.”

Maggie nodded.

“Remember when we were walking to class today, and we got all of those stares?”

Maggie wasn’t sure where this was going.  “Yeah, I remember.”

“Um, you said everyone was looking at me, and I, um…”  Josi was clearly uncomfortable talking about this topic.

“You liked it, you little show-off, didn’t you!”

“Not really.  I felt mostly uncomfortable about that.  I’m pretty sure I’m not an exhibitionist.  You, um…  You said that they were looking at me, and you were probably right, but I mean, you’re way more transformed looking that I am, and I know that some of them wanted to sleep with you.”

Maggie said, “Well, sure, but you know I’m loyal to you.”

“That’s the thing.  When you said that, I imagined you fucking another girl…  And I got kind of horny.  I couldn’t shake the image all day.  Look.”  She pointed at her crotch.  “I’m getting wet just thinking about that.  Would you fuck another girl for me?”

Maggie paused.  “I dunno about that.  I don’t want to hurt you.  I mean, this thing wants to put itself into just about every pussy out there, but I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah.  I know.  It’s just that I can’t get this idea out of my head.  Like…  What if we found a friend to do it?”

“I, um…  A friend?  Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I bet that there’s at least one of the club members who are jonesing for a lay.  Like, I bet that Wynona doesn’t get much play.”

“Wynona?  The former guy?”

“Yeah, she wanted to continue with the old girlfriend, right?  So, she’s gotta like chicks.”

“Okay?”  Maggie was confused but weirdly interested.

Josi was apparently going for broke.  “Imagine her, bouncing up and down on your clit!  That petite little woman, screaming your name!  I could even eat your cum out of her pussy when you are done!”

Maggie’s eyes were wide open, and she savagely rolled from her stupor onto Josi who accepted her lover, legs wide open.  If the pussy was really sore, Maggie’s will to ease up couldn’t overcome her base need, and she immediately began pounding away at her girlfriend, four huge breasts sliding up and down over the writhing form of Josi.  After only a few minutes of this-- almost angry-- thrusting, Maggie exploded into Josi’s pussy and bucked even harder.  Josi, for her part, seemed to be on another plane of existence, and any observer wouldn’t be able to distinguish whether Josi felt pleasure, pain, or both.

Finally, with girl cum streaming out of Josi’s pussy, Maggie’s head cleared.  Josi lay back on the bed, her arms and legs all outstretched, her bosom heaving desperately for oxygen.  “You okay?”  Maggie suddenly felt concern.

“I think so,” her lover responded.  “I…  I’m sorry.  That was too much.”  The poor girl’s vulva looked a bit red from the abuse.

“Oh god!  I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to inflict pain.”

“I know.  It was my fault.  But at least…  At least, I know what that spell did to my head.  I want to watch you fuck another girl.”  Josi smiled.  “Besides, I think I came, like, three times there.”

“Okay, okay.  Still, you can’t take that much every day.”

“I know.  That’s why I’m gonna find you someone else to fuck, too.  Plus, I have this idea about your pussy.  We need to put stuff in it, too.”

“You have ideas about my pussy?”  Was the girl delirious now?

“Mmm…”  Josi almost melted into the bed.  “Always.  Anyway, I’m gonna lay here a while.”

After dinner, some of the Society for the Acceptance of the Transformed arrived at the apartment, so Maggie, Beth, and Josi had to clean up and figure out some seating, as their space was much more limited than Nichelle’s place.  Ultimately, just Chris, Jennifer, Petunia, Amrita, and Anna came over.  Given that she was the most adept at magic and had previously acted as Nichelle’s second, Anna took over as temporary president.  (The group agreed that they really should have elected officers earlier.)

“We’ve got a potentially very big problem,” Anna said.  “This is bigger than our club.  I mean, there’s legal stuff, and we can’t do much about it, but there is also the problem of blowback against the transformed.”

“I just got a cruel email from one of my friends in the Indian Students Association,” Amrita.  “He said he heard that there were rumors of us trying to make other people like us.  He did not elaborate, so I do not know if he knows about what happened at the pharmacy.”

Josi asked, “Cruel?”

“He said some things about my body and about how I was not marriageable now.  He is probably right.”

Josi got noticeably angry, “Now, you tell that son of a bitch that you’re worth more than some marriage potential!  You’re really awesome, and you, um, you deserve better treatment!”

“I do not think that will help.  One of my female friends in the group was cc’d, and she has not responded, either, so I do not think I would get much support.  Anyway, I think that if there is such an attitude on this campus, it could be a problem.  I do not know what to do.”

“Neither do I,” Anna said, “so I think this will be a brainstorming session.  As I see it, there are a few things we have to clear up.  First, what do we say when someone asks about Nichelle, like if there are rumors or whatever about her?”

“I know I’m not officially a member, and I am sure I don’t want to be,” said Chris, “but I have some idea of what my girlfriend would want.”

“Yes, please, do tell,” Anna said.

“She always wears her feelings on her sleeve, and she doesn’t hold back.  We just say that she was looking out for her friends, and she made a mistake.”

“We made a mistake,” Anna interjected.

“Yeah, we did, but she is our leader.  Anyway, just say that she was trying to fix some people’s transformation and accidentally let some magic loose.  Say it’s a kind of warning or something, that she learned her lesson.”

“But did she?” Beth asked.  “I mean, I can’t see her giving up magic.  She loves the stuff, and I’m pretty sure she gets off on it.”

“Hey!  She wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose!” Chris responded.

“Oh, I know, but I also know that when people like something like she likes magic, it clouds their judgment.”

Anna decided to stop the conversation.  “We’re not here to attack Nichelle, and I think Chris’s response should do.  Next, we need to speak up for Nichelle with the president.  We can’t all go, and I don’t think that I should go alone.  Who wants to visit President Tratt with me?”

After a pause, Maggie said, “I’ll go.”

“Great.  Well, we’re going to keep the club alive for now, since we need to help each other through this.  We will also need to figure out what to do if…  if Patricia Menendez decides to bring more of us to court.  I don’t think that… the… uh.”  Everyone’s phones were blurting message tones.

“Jennifer’s in trouble, guys!” Beth said.

The fellow transformee was reporting that she was being followed, and she posted her GPS coordinates.

“Let’s go!” Maggie yelled, and she pulled Chris along with her, since he had brought his van.  In the shuffle, Maggie, Josi, and Petunia made it into the van as it set off.  Soon, another message just read, “help.”  The drive was only five minutes, and they made it to her last location, a sidewalk along a park in a residential neighborhood.  The three young women jumped out and soon heard shouting.

They ran toward a clear altercation by a skating ramp.  A group of three men and three women were beating someone on the ground, so the three ran headlong toward them, hoping to catch them by surprise.  They were not completely successful, since they were noticed a few seconds before they reached the offenders, but they managed to push a few off of their bloodied friend.

Maggie punched at one of the women, but her opponent was too quick, and a man grabbed her from behind.  Josi, however, used her newly acquired grace and some Tae Kwon Do lessons from his childhood to land some good kicks on one of the men, while Petunia locked arms with one of the men and tried to wrestle him to the ground.

Whatever degree of surprise they had, though, started to fade, as they were outnumbered, and the man Maggie fought shoved her into a concrete pillar supporting the skate ramp.  Her breasts cushioned her impact, the shock wave within them somehow stimulating her.  Shaking that off, she turned to face her adversary.  Meanwhile, Josi was caught between two of the hoodlums, and while she kicked one hard, the other tripped her, causing her head to impact the pavement.

Petunia roared and threw the man she fought off of her.  She then casually took some body blows from another of Patricia’s assailants before clocking her in the face to knock her out cold.  Soon, she simply took over the field of battle by picking up her first opponent and ramming him into two of the others.  Her fit of violence continued, as Petunia brutally punched and pounded the miscreants until they realized that they had met their match and fled, leaving only one unconscious woman behind.

Patricia moaned and rolled out of the fetal position she had assumed.  Her nose bled, and she had three knots on her face.  She tried to get up, but her left wrist gave way, evidently broken.  Maggie managed to hold off repeated kicks and punches until Petunia could enter the scrum and cause some damage.  Josi rose slowly, holding her head and unsure of her footing.

“Thank you guys,” Patricia said.  “I’m…  Ow.”

Petunia stooped down, “Here,” she said, effortlessly picking the battered friend up into a cradle hold.  “Let’s get you to the emergency room.”

“Shit, this hurts…”  Patricia then started to sob, as the adrenalin gave way to pent up fear and shame.

“What about her?” Josi asked as she pointed to the mostly unconscious woman on the ground.

Maggie had her phone out to take a picture.  “I’ll call it in.  She can get to the hospital some other way.”

It turned out Jennifer had serious enough injuries that the hospital wanted to keep her there for a couple of days.  She had two cracked ribs, a concussion, a broken wrist, and bruises all over her body, especially centered on her magically enlarged vulva.  Josi too had a likely concussion, but she was in good enough condition to go home.  

Eventually, police arrived to take statements, but they seemed somewhat uninterested.  Maggie and her friends learned the attackers had heard about the incident with Patricia the clerk and the Society for the Acceptance of the Transformed.  The woman at the park was gone by the time emergency services arrived, and the police said they’d just put Maggie’s photo on file.  The entire time, they seemed annoyed that Maggie and Petunia would try to press charges or get justice.  Both were infuriated by the time they could head back for a night’s rest, and it was late.

When they got back, Beth was in bed, and the others had dispersed.  Maggie and Petunia helped the sore and woozy Josi into bed.

Josi said, “You need taking care of,” as she looked at Maggie’s crotch.  Her clit-cock had gone through her skirt’s waistband and up into her shirt.

Maggie sighed.  “Yeah, well, I’m not making you do anything like that right now; you’re not ready.”

“Petunia could!” Josi blurted out.

Petunia was getting ready to go, but she stood straight up at the exclamation and slowly turned to look at Josi.  “I beg your pardon!”

“It’s true.  She’s not contagious anymore; you know that.  I bet you give a killer blow job.”

Maggie tried to shrug the talk off.  “It must be the drugs.”

“It’s not the drugs!  I wanna watch you two fuck, and then I want to go to sleep.”

“You wanna watch?” Petunia asked.

“Uh huh.  I think it would be hot.”

“Well…  I have some straight guy sexuality in me from my… condition.  I bet you kept that, too, and I bet you wanna watch some girl-on-girl action.  You’re fucked up right now, though, girlie, and I don’t think you’re thinking straight.”

“It’s the cure.  Maggie, tell her about the cure.”

“Sigh.  Okay, so when they fixed the curse on Josi, something happened to her head.  Nichelle and Anna said that she probably has a new fetish, and she thinks that her new fetish is watching me fuck someone else.”

“Is that right?” Petunia said.  Her nipples clearly pointed into her tanktop at this point.  “I’d be willing to give it a go, then, but Josi has to promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?” Josi asked.

“You don’t get to bitch and moan, because you got cuckolded.  You complain that I got in the way of your relationship, and I’ll give you another concussion, you hear?  This is all on you.”

Josi swallowed.  “Can I be naked?” she asked, looking at Petunia who now towered over her imposingly.

Petunia smiled, “If this is gonna be like this, then I got another rule.  If I’m here in this apartment with you, and you ain’t got any other company who might complain, then you had damn well better be stark fuckin’ naked at all times.”

Josi quickly disrobed, though her speed was a bit too fast, and she groaned in pain as her shirt went over her head.

“Easy now, cowgirl,” Maggie said, though her priorities in the moment had shifted.  As Petunia took control, so did her yearnings.  Realizing Josi would need somewhere comfortable, though, she grabbed a beanbag chair from the living room and brought it in.  When she was back in, both women were nude, and Petunia eyed Maggie hungrily.

“Now, let’s get ready to fuck that oversized love nub of yours.  Strip!” Petunia commanded.  Maggie didn’t need to be told again, and she flung her clothes off in all directions.  “On the bed!  When I fuck a woman, I’m the one in charge.”

“Okay,” Maggie whispered.  At this point, she just wanted to penetrate something.  She lay down, expecting Petunia to do cowgirl, but instead, she sat directly on Maggie’s face.  Maggie sputtered, as she tried to get her bearings.  Once there, though, she started licking.  Petunia had a large 1 and a half inch clitoris so Maggie sucked it into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.  At the same time, she reached at Petunia’s body to try to paw at her breasts, but the angle was all wrong, and Petunia was a long woman.  Instead she just caressed her hard, muscular abs and sides.

“Think more about my pussy and less about my tummy.  Now, lick!” Petunia commanded as she squeezed Maggie’s head between her thighs.  Maggie could only grunt in response as she gasped for breath.  Still, she put her focus on Petunia’s now very wet groin.  Maggie gave a hard suck, circling the clit with her tongue, doing her best to vary what she was doing.

Petunia grabbed her own boobs and massaged them sensually, softly cooing at the delights that reverberated from her loins.  She looked over at the stunned Josi who was slowly fingering herself.  Petunia smiled, “Did I tell you that you could do that?”

“No, ma’am,” Josi said, suddenly stopping her hand.

“Okay, don’t do that yet.  Right now, I want you to spread your arms and legs wide.”  Josi complied.  “Good, you can…  Mmm… relax, but I don’t want to see you jilling off until I tell you you can.”  With that, Maggie hit a nerve, and Petunia bore down her crotch into Maggie’s face.  Maggie gave her all trying to finish the woman off, sucking and licking and clamping her lips over the demanding clitoris.  Pussy juice and saliva ran down her face onto the bed as Petunia bellowed her climactic success.

She dismounted and said, “Okay, that was alright.  Now, while I come down from that, I’m gonna play with your tits.  I’ve never gotten with a chick with six of them before.”  Petunia grinned as the desperately panting Maggie twitched.  She ran her hands through the six huge boobs, tweaking the great dark nipples as she went.  Smiling, she stooped down to suck on one, and Maggie moaned loudly.  Petunia squeezed Maggie’s lowest pair around her clit-cock, and she watched as Maggie writhed in need.

Petunia then rolled her own substantial breasts over Maggie’s from top set to bottom set, trying to get the nipples the touch along the way.  Breathing heavily, she built a rhythm, as she was nearly mounting Maggie.  The jiggling and tweaking were incredibly erotic to Maggie, and Petunia’s efforts had become too much.

Maggie gripped her dominatrix’s hips and tried to force them onto her own groin, desperately wanting to stick her clit-cock into something warm, wet, and soft.  Petunia smiled.  “The human dick cow has some fire in her after all.  Let’s see what this sucker can do.”  She then let Maggie slide her engorged member into her cunt.  “Ooh, honey, that’s a big ‘un.”

Maggie smiled, finding her road to peace.  She bucked her hips, but Petunia forced her down.  “No, no, we savor the moment.  I’m in charge, remember?”  Maggie, again frustrated, managed a squeak.  “Good, now I’m going to go my own pace.”  She then used her substantial pelvic floor muscles to squeeze Maggie’s stone-hard megaclitoris.  Then, Petunia lifted herself up slowly, released her pussy’s grip, and dropped down.  Maggie grunted.

“Yeah, that’s the stuff.  Honey, your girlfriend has something better than a strap-on,” Petunia said, looking directly into Josi’s saucer-wide eyes.  She repeated her tight grip up, loose grip down movement two more times and said, “And now, you can jill yourself, you pathetic peeping tom.”  Josi complied, her face flush and red.

Petunia picked up the pace, but she had mastered her Kegel exercises and was repeating them directly on Maggie’s super-clit.  Maggie got into it, as this pussy felt much different from Josi’s.  It was less silky smooth inside, but that gripping action was amazing.  Then, the ride got even better, as Petunia decided to finally give her the right fucking speed.  Petunia started to climax again, and Maggie took that as a clue to let herself go, her organ splattering her goo deep into Petunia’s waiting snatch.  With the grip, each spurt felt more intense than usual, a feeling that Maggie appreciated but was fairly sure wouldn’t want to be a normal thing.  

Finally, her load was spent, and she felt a bit guilty for nearly forgetting about Josi.  Her girlfriend was desperately rubbing her pussy, but she was still not very used to having one, and her masturbation technique really needed work.  After getting Petunia to get off of her, she helped her girlfriend with her admittedly sore tongue.  Once she thought that Josi was satisfied, Maggie looked her lover in the eyes and said, “I love you.”

Josi, who was softly crying said, “I love you, too.”  Petunia just smiled, her own heart not really as hard as she made it look all the time.  That night, they managed to squeeze onto the bed with Maggie and Petunia cradling the injured Josi with their hands and soft breasts.

Of course, Beth complained about the noise the next morning, but she was more interested in Jennifer’s assault and her rescue.  Since Josi was still suffering from her concussion, Petunia agreed to give Maggie a quick blow job but do away with the theatrics, since people had to get to class.  They agreed that Petunia was just a temporary addition to their relationship, since Petunia was more interested in finding a more permanent girlfriend of her own.

Maggie attended a couple of classes before she and Anna went to the President’s office.  Since they did not have an appointment, they waited for her prior engagement to end in the outer office.  After forty-five minutes, the President’s personal assistant beckoned the women in.

“You’re friends with Nichelle Schmidt, correct?” the prim middle aged woman said as she sat behind her ornate desk.

Anna said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Great, then have a seat.”  Anna put her lower hands into Maggie’s right hand so that they wouldn’t ruin the meeting by fondling her crotch and three breasts.  “You know that Nichelle’s troubles are very serious and that the university will have to take action, correct?”

“We know how serious they are,” Anna said, “but we think that some of the circumstances necessitate special considerations.”

“What circumstances?” President Tratt asked.

“Well, there are a couple of things.  First, we used the magical items we got at the pharmacy to cure two people of Spontaneous Transmissible Feminizing/Clitoromegaly Syndrome, and we think that’s really important.”

“That’s the contagious hermaphrodite disease I keep hearing about, right?  Well, there are certainly better ways of going about conducting illegal medical research than risking innocent people’s non-transformed status.”

“Medical research?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, Nichelle told me about what she was up to, and my lawyers inform me that attempting to cure a disease without a license or proper paperwork like Internal Review Board approval is highly suspect.”

“But wait!” Maggie said, “Wouldn’t the casting of magical spells be more like folkloric treatment?  Magic may have its faults, but so far as we can tell, it never kills anyone, unlike ruffians who go about attacking transformed people.”

“Folkloric treatment?”

“Folk medicine.  You know, usually bullshit stuff that hippies use.  It’s legal even when it’s quackery.”

“Right.  We’ll see about that in court, I imagine.  Presently, we are dissolving your club, and be glad that only Nichelle is in legal risk.  Poor Mrs. Menendez still isn’t sure whether she wants to work anymore, let alone go outside, given the attention that she has gathered.”

Maggie was briefly distracted by an eerie pink hue building outside the windows, but she chose to go on.  “Please don’t!  Just last night, we had to protect one of our own from a physical assault.  She’s still in the hospital.”

“Oh, who was hurt?”

“Jennifer Wills.  She said that her attackers mentioned Patricia Menendez.  I haven’t seen any news, though.”

“What!  That was kept strictly in house.  Only a few administrators, plus your club, know about it so far.”

“Well, we feel threatened.”

“I’m sure you do.”  It began raining outside, pouring heavily.  Maggie didn’t remember any rain in the forecast.  There were also shouts and screams that seemed to come from outside the building.

“You two stay here!” the president said as she bolted out the door.  Loud and close thunderclaps accompanied intense flashes of pink and purple.  Maggie and Anna tried to look out the window, but the pink rain was coming down so intensely that the panes were nearly impossible to see through.  The lightning and thunder was also very frequent.  Anna went to her phone as Maggie stepped back from the window wondering what in the world could possibly be happening.

She then saw an official hospital letter sitting on President Tratt’s desk.  Her curiosity getting the best of her, Maggie read the note.  It said that Kathleen Tratt’s results were back, and her breast cancer had metastasized.  Maggie put that information aside.

“On the radar, there’s this one little storm, right over the university,” Anna said.  “Look.”  She pointed at her phone as she animated the weather map.  “It practically just pops up over us!”

“That’s weird,” Maggie said.  She texted the Society to see if any of them knew what was happening.  She also snapped pictures of President Tratt’s letter.  After a few minutes, she got a response.

Britney: Some sort of pink rain.  I saw some soaked people come in.  They had sexy clothes on.

Britney: They said they were wearing normal clothes before.

Britney: Now, everything is low cut, sheer.  They’re wearing lots of crazy makeup and glitter and shit.

Britney: Joy, I’ve got some inspiration I wanna pump into you.

Maggie scoffed at the last comment just as she received a private message from Josi.  It was a mirror selfie of her wearing a skirt so short her labia hung just below the hem and a mesh top that showed her nipples.  She also wore blush and searing red lipstick.  

Josi: This is what the rain did to me.  Everyone who got wet is wearing this kind of stuff.

Maggie: You were supposed to be in bed.

Josi: I went out for snacks.

Maggie sighed.  Poor Josi just couldn’t seem to avoid trouble.  Her clit-cock stirred a bit, though, when she contemplated the skimpified clothing.  She shook her head and moved toward the office door.  She had a feeling President Tratt would be unavailable for a while.  However, she could hear her university’s leader speaking loudly as she came closer to her office.

“...every goddamn time!  Alright, you tell Mr. Sharp he had better come through with his mystical investigators.  This is past enough!”

“Yes, President Tratt,” the secretary responded.

Then, the President opened the door.  “Okay, ladies, you are pretty high on my shit list right now, and I think you had something to do with this nonsense outside.”

“What?  Why?” Maggie responded.

“You and your club keep practicing magic.  Things are getting magically shaky around here.  I don’t know if you cast some spell, but I think what you’re doing is causing this crap.  Tomorrow, I will be filing paperwork to start a proper inquiry into your activities.  Your club is hereby suspended for dishonorable activity, and you will all likely face expulsion from this institution.”

“We didn’t…”

“Well, I think you did, and what happened to Mrs. Menendez should be reason enough.  Now, get out of here.  I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Maggie was at home, and fortunately, Petunia was over to offer her services.  Josi seemed really excited and spread her naked legs wide as she sprawled on the beanbag chair.  Petunia had a sports bag handy and a wicked grin on her face.

“Now, Maggie, turn around and shut up,” Petunia barked.

“Uh, I don’t think…”

“I didn’t ask you to think!  If you want to get relief, you will listen to what I say!”

Maggie swallowed.  Her clit-cock visibly twitched, betraying her emotional privacy.  Meekly, she said, “Okay.”

As she turned around, Petunia said, “Now, the safeword is ‘boys rule.’  You say that, and you're free but will have no relief.”

“Okay.”

“Good,” Petunia said, wrapping a blindfold around Maggie’s head.  “Now get on the bed.  Hands and knees down.”  After Maggie complied, Petunia unzipped her bag and pulled out her tools.  “First,” she said as she undertook her work, “we are handcuffing you to the headboard…  There we go.  Next, I’m tying your ankles to the other end of the bed…  Yeah, that’s pretty tight.  Okay, but we gotta keep your titties from going all the way to the cover…  Hmm…  Ah, here we go, some rope to keep those knees close…  Oh, but now, you aren’t showing me that soaking pussy so much.  It’s a good thing I brought my thigh spreader.  Hmm…  Yeah, I think you’re about ready.”

Maggie’s pussy was leaking down her clit at this point.  She moaned in anticipation but couldn’t quite thrust her hips effectively, given her restraints.  “Please slide under!” Maggie cried.  “I wanna fuck so bad!”

“Nope,” Petunia responded, clearly fiddling with something.

“Mmm…  I wanna fuck!” Maggie nearly shouted.

“There we are.  Nope.  You’re gonna get fucked right now.”  Petunia pulled the blindfold from Maggie’s eyes to reveal her outfit.  She was wearing a strap-on harness armed with the blue Be Your Sexiest!® dildo.

“Oh, no!” Maggie cried, remembering what happened to Beth when she used it.  “I don’t wanna a blue pussy.”

“Then, you’d better come fast, bitch.  Hmm…  I don’t think I need to use any lube here.  You look slippery.”  She ran her hand from the base of Maggie’s clit to the vagina.  She lingered there as the opening involuntarily open and close as if gasping for air.  “I don’t know, though.  If you don’t want me to fuck you, I understand.”

“Dammit!  I wanna fuck!”  Maggie was growling as some tears welled in her eyes.

“I’m gonna check on that big pussy fucker of yours first.”

“Mmm…  I wanna fuck.  I wanna fuck.”  Maggie’s refrain became a mantra.

Petunia found the engorged and twitching hyperclit between Maggie’s lowest pair of breasts.  Grinning, she rocked the breasts back and forth, bouncing them against it.  “I think I might be able to reach these while we fuck.”

“Okay,” Maggie said.  She wasn’t sure how she could feel any hornier.

Petunia assumed a doggy-style position and.  “Last chance…”  She eased the magical dildo into Maggie’s flooded cunt and gave her butt a quick slap.  Maggie groaned.  She then reached down and rocked Maggie’s lowest breasts forward and back in opposing directions, massaging her clit with them.  She rocked her hips, a bit slowly at first, building a comfortable rhythm.

“Mmm…  Harder…” Maggie gasped.

“What’s that?  You need me to stop for a moment?” Petunia teased.

Maggie whined.  “No, no!”  She built her volume.  “Fuck me harder!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, slut.”  Petunia began to mightily pound Maggie’s sopping wet  twat, and her clit-dick erupted in a blast of cum.  Maggie’s eyes rolled up as high as she could go and she ejaculated up to her own chin.  Petunia didn’t stop, though.  “That was the clit working, but you’ve gotta cum in the pussy to get this dildo out, eh?”

“Oh…  Yeah…”  Maggie felt her phallus relax down to the top of the bed.  She still felt horny, though, and the full feeling of getting fucked filled her with ecstacy.  Lately, all her desires had been oriented toward penetrating someone else, and she had strangely forgotten how good it felt to have something filling her pussy.  Then, she felt the thing partly withdraw slowly, the movement setting off her nerves.  It kept going back until she could feel the edge of her opening simply not allow the enchanted thing to finish, and the erotic remembrance of the way the dildo forced commitment to sex.  Petunia twisted and torqued the tool in and out but refused to set any sort of rhythm Maggie could key into.  “Just fuck me!  Please!”

Petunia stopped.  “Hmm…  You know, I think you begging like that is annoying.”  Maggie groaned as her tormentor detached the dildo from the harness and pushed it all the way in.  “I think I want to come first.”

“First?  Fuck!  I need the fuck!”

“Mm-hmm, you do, slut.  I need to to suck my clit first, though.  I have needs, too.  You don’t get the fuck until I get mine.”

“Okay, okay!  Hurry!” Maggie shouted as Petunia slowly worked her way around the quivering girl.  The clit-cock was already swelling again.

“This looks good,” Petunia said as she rearranged a pillow.  Maggie frustratedly dove into where she thought the awaiting pussy would be, but Petunia made her work for it.  Finally, Maggie was able to get her tongue around the clitoral hood.  Ravenously, she flicked her tongue in circular motions, and she sucked the swollen clit into her mouth, swirling it.  Petunia got into it.  The desperation of her lover was too hot to ignore, and she burst with shaking hips, holding Maggie’s head with vice-like grip, not letting go until she got what she was after, soaking the poor woman in female ejaculate.  “Thank you, slut.  Give me a second to recover.”  Maggie groaned again.  “You know, I’m kind of thirsty, and I need to stretch my legs.”  Maggie whimpered.  “Josi?”

Maggie’s girlfriend, who had given up trying to avoid a puddle of pussy juice from collecting on the beanbag chair, stopped rubbing her own clit.  “Um, yes?”

“You never leave a bound partner alone.”

“No, ma’am.”

“I’m gonna make a smoothie,” Petunia said.  Maggie choked out what sounded like a “fuck.”  “I think her nipples could use some tender attention while I’m gone, right?”

“Okay,” Josi said, a wicked smirk flashing across her face.

“Now, Maggie, you should Josi how you like to rock those boobs, and I’ll be back.”

Josi tenderly got out of her chair and started stroking Maggie’s hanging bosoms.  As the blender went in the other room, Josi gave each nipple a tug and watched Maggie’s clit-cock shudder.  She could see the blue pattern form on Maggie’s vulva, too.  The dildo itself was moving through the ministrations of the vaginal muscles.  Josi had to finger herself just thinking about the unworldly ball of need her girlfriend was.

Finally, Petunia came in with the smoothie and took a swig.  “Yeah, this is about right.”  She dropped an ice cube into the small of Maggie’s back, causing undulating convulsions.  “Just a sec, slut.”  She poured the rest down her throat.  “Okay, Josi, would you be up to laying under Maggie?”

“Um, the doctor said, no sex.”

“Well, what if you kept that big clitty out of your cunt?”

“Um, yeah, sure.”  Josi crawled under the cramped space beneath Maggie, boobs everywhere.  The clit-cock rested on her navel.

Petunia reattached the dildo to the harness, taking her time.  The blue covered the taint at this point.  “Alright, slut.”  She started giving her victim a series of steady but hard thrusts.  Maggie’s pussy gripped the dildo like there was no tomorrow, and she came harder than she had up to this point.  The reverberating chords of pleasure radiated through her core and caused her clit-cock to bounce.  Her vaginal juices practically squirted backward around the plastic phallus.  Josi shoved a pillow into her girlfriend’s mouth, just to keep neighbors from calling the police.  After about half a minute, the clit-cock sprayed Maggie’s special fluid all over Josi, but the explosion kept rolling.

Petunia smiled, as she watched the stopwatch she had started up on her phone.  She gave hard but even thrusts, pacing herself for what she expected to be a record-shattering orgasm.  In all, it took eight minutes.  Maggie’s clit-cock went soft, hard, then spurted twice more as a sort of coda.  At last, Maggie’s strength gave out, and the blue dildo that could unceremoniously flopped out of her tired pussy and hung in dangling triumph from Petunia’s strap-on harness.

Petunia took care to gently unbound Maggie and free the soaked and bemused Josi from beneath the loose breast flesh.  Maggie was, of course, unconscious.  Petunia did her best to clean the area and made sure both were alright.  She brought a couple of glasses of water and some crackers from the kitchen.  Finally, a satisfied and braggadocious smile on her face, she left the apartment.  Beth gave her a high-five on the way out.