#1: Krystal Wants It Bad

Description: Set shortly after Our Own Way 5. Krystal asks Gabe to help her live a dark fantasy.

Gabe turned around in his chair as a tentative knock came from his closed office door.

“Come in,” he said, expecting Liz or Holly, perhaps Chloe.

Instead it was Krystal’s pale, beautiful face that was revealed. Interesting. Normally she knocked on the door a lot harder. Or, if she was in a mood, she just opened it.

“What’s up?” he asked when she didn’t say anything.

She looked shy and nervous. Also not normal for her.

“I...want something,” she said finally.

“If this is about Kim, I don’t want to talk about that right now,” Gabe replied.

Since the party last night, they’d all wanted to talk about her with him. Mostly about their shared history together (which was boring), or fantasize about the two of them together (which was fun, but ultimately kind of frustrating when he wanted to get some more work done).

“It’s not about Kim.”

“Oh, what’s up then? What do you want?” She didn’t say anything, just looked awkwardly around his sparse office and chewed on her lower lip. For just a moment, he wonder if she was doing a bit, pretending to be nervous, because she was pretty much never like this. Only after waiting a few seconds more, it became obvious she wasn’t acting. “Okay, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you hesitate when asking me for something before.”

She sighed. She had started blushing. “So, um, I’ve been thinking...having thoughts. Ever since you slapped me, and then they got stronger watching you with Liz, and...making her fuck you.”

Gabe felt something immediately begin to stir deep within him. So this was a sex request. A dark sex request.

He had to admit, ever since having those sessions that Krystal was referring to, and the one with Stacy, he’d been finding himself having his own darker thoughts. Playing the more dominant and coercive role had awakened something a bit more intense in him.

“So this is a fucked up sex request, then,” he said.

She sighed, blushing a bit worse now. “Yeah. It’s fucked up and I’m kinda embarrassed about it.”

“Sorry,” he replied. “I’m not trying to tease you.” He paused. “Okay, well, maybe I was a little, but that’s just because you’re a brat and we’ve kind of worked that into our relationship on a day-to-day basis.”

“Yeah, yeah. I take responsibility for that,” Krystal said, rolling her eyes and losing a little bit of her anxiety. “But yeah, it’s fucked up. And I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. And I’ve decided I want to do it with you.”

“It being…?”

“So, um…” Now her blush suddenly cranked up all the way. She lowered her voice. “I want you to rape me.”

“Oh, wow.”

He thought she might defend herself, or try to explain more, but she didn’t. Just stood there, one arm up below her breasts, gripping her bicep. She started chewing on one lip again, staring at him steadily. He realized she was intensely aroused.

So was he.

“So what exactly are we talking here? Like mid-sex you change your mind but I keep going? Or like...roofied fantasy? Or full on assault?”

“Full on assault,” she admitted, then got a strange smile on her face that he couldn’t quite interpret. “I want, you know, the real deal.”

“What do you specifically want? Or do you not know and want to work out with me?”

She opened her mouth, then paused and looked down at his crotch. Her smile changed into something more recognizable: seductive teasing.

“I know exactly what I want,” she replied. “I want to be coming out of the bathroom, from a shower, downstairs. And you’re waiting for me. And I want you throw me on the bed and rape me. I want you to rape me really hard.”

“Oh wow, what is this conversation?” Ellen asked suddenly from somewhere nearby.

Krystal sighed heavily. “Goddamnit, I knew I should’ve shut the door.”

“Sorry…” Ellen replied, her voice drifting closer with her footsteps. “I just couldn’t help but overhear that last part. I can go if you want…”

“No, there’s no way we’re going to be able to keep this from anyone. Not with how loud I’m going to be,” Krystal replied.

Ellen stepped into the doorway behind Krystal, wearing her robe and looking deeply amused and aroused.

“Do you want to do this?” Krystal asked.

“Yeah, I want to do this,” Gabe replied.

“Clearly,” Ellen murmured, looking at his crotch as well. “Is this going to be open viewing or…?”

“Yeah, of course. I can’t imagine having some kind of sex with Gabe that wasn’t open viewing for all the other ladies in the house. Come on, I want this now.”

“You want it bad,” he replied.

“I’m really wet right now.”

“Good.”

Gabe turned around, saved his work, and shut down his laptop. Then he got up and headed for the door. They made room and began following him as he headed downstairs.

“What’s going on?” Chloe asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Gabe’s going to rape me,” Krystal replied.

“Whoa, what was that!?” Holly called from downstairs.

“You heard me!” Krystal called back.

Chloe had begun blushing intensely as well. “That sounds insanely fucking hot, can I watch?”

“Of course,” Krystal replied. “Come on, we’ll head into the basement and discuss the specifics.”

Gabe led all four women down into the basement, where he found Liz in the process of drying her nude, muscular body at the foot of the bed.

“Oh shit, sorry,” he said, hesitating.

She laughed. “Gabe, you can walk down here like you own the place, I don’t care. Just don’t walk into the bathroom like that. There’s nothing I could be doing down here that I don’t want you, or any of you, really, to see. So what’s up? Because obviously something’s up.”

“I told him,” Krystal said.

Liz’s eyes immediately lit up. “Ooh! Okay, I’m ready to watch.”

“You are all such perverts,” Gabe muttered.

“And you love it,” Chloe replied, making the others laugh.

“I do love it,” he agreed. He turned to face Krystal. “Okay, how are we doing this? What are the specifics? You’re coming out of the bathroom, I’m going to grab you…”

“So we’re really doing this then? Like right now?” she asked, her blushing face lighting up.

God, did she ever want it bad.

“Yeah, as soon as we figure it out. I’m ready to go if you are.”

“Holy shit, okay. Um, so, what I want. So yeah, like I said, I want to be coming out of the bathroom after a shower. And then you grab me and throw me on the bed. And rape me. But like, I want it to be real and intense. Like I’m actually going to fight you. I mean not like use my nails or try to knee you in the junk or anything, but it’s gonna be a real struggle. And I want you to be violent with me, and mean. Like, yell at me, say whatever comes to mind, don’t hold back.”

“How violent are we talking here?” he asked.

“I want a black eye.”

“Holy shit, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Gabe asked, suddenly beginning to wonder about this.

“I think so...probably,” Krystal replied.

He looked reluctantly at Liz, who herself looked reluctant now, too.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to get too violent, babe…” she murmured.

“I can take it.”

“That’s not exactly what I’m doubting,” Gabe replied. “I’m more concerned about hurting you. I mean like really hurting you, you know? Like a concussion or something.”

“You can slap me,” she said, relenting a little. “Like higher up. Or backhand me maybe. I guess the thing that’s really important is…”

“Is?” he prompted when she said nothing for several seconds.

“I guess I don’t know what the thing I want most out of this is,” she admitted, twisting her lips in concentration now. “I mean it all sounds hot: the slapping, the yelling, the forceful fucking, the holding me down...I guess I should probably just like actually do it and then see what I want more or less of.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Krystal kept staring at him, her lips pursed. Her eyes drifted uncertainly between him and the others, who were now gathered in their usual viewing place. It blew his mind that they had a ‘usual viewing place’ for sex.

“So this is going to be really real,” she said. “I’m gonna be loud.”

“What if someone hears?” Holly asked.

“The house on the side of us is unoccupied, and it’s daytime and I’m pretty sure the people who live on the other side are at work,” Krystal replied.

“You thought about this,” Gabe murmured.

“Uh, yeah. But that isn’t what worries me. Well, maybe worry isn’t really the right word-whatever. Beyond being loud, I’m going to be, like...authentic? I’m not going to be acting.” She paused. “I mean, I’m going to be acting, you know, but I want to really get into it. I’m going to try and be really getting into the mindset, and it’s not going to be theatrical.”

“I think what you’re saying is that it’s going to be uncomfortably real,” Gabe said.

“Yes, that. Exactly. Because that’s what I want. I don’t know why, but it’s what I want. And I’m not sure how everyone’s gonna react to that. Especially you, given you’re the one who’s going to be doing it. I just...am anxious about what you all might think of me.”

“I’m into fucked up shit sometimes,” Ellen said, “and I’ve known about your rape kink for a long time now. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to really dive in.” She paused. “Actually, now that I’m thinking about the guys you dated before, I guess it makes sense.” She paused again. “Shit, that came out really mean.”

Krystal snorted. “It’s fine. I mean, I gave you plenty of shit about the losers you dated. But yeah, that’s basically why. I never really felt completely safe enough around guys enough to do it. And Liz…”

“I don’t really have the right mindset for this,” Liz said, a little awkwardly. “Which, I know, sucks, because of the muscles. But I won’t think anything different of you, babe.”

“I mean I sure won’t,” Chloe said, blushing badly now. “I got a little too into this one hentai that was all about this guy who was really good at digging up secrets and then using those secrets to blackmail a lot of women he knew into forcing them to have sex with him, so…” She cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“We should watch it while fucking,” Gabe said.

“Oh my fucking God, can we?”

“Absolutely.”

“I want to masturbate to this, too,” Holly said, then got a strangely shy smile on her red face when everyone looked at her. “I mean, to this but also while you guys are fucking and watching this. And I’m fine with it, Krystal. Honestly, it’s...kind of a relief.”

“What? Why?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“I mean, I’ve got some fantasies, too. And everyone’s been super cool about it, but still, just...you know, no one wants to be the first, even in a friendly environment. Or maybe it’s just me.”

“No, I get it,” Krystal replied. She smirked. “What’s your fantasy?”

Holly chuckled awkwardly, blushing worse. “I guess I can tell you, since everyone will want to watch anyway, and I’m fine with that. You guys know about my religious upbringing. For a while there there was the whole ‘wait until marriage’ thing in my head. And I always…” She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. “I always kind of had this really secret, humiliating fantasy of getting with a guy and he didn’t want to wait and he made me. Like made me, you know? Like how Gabe is gonna make you now.”

“That’s fucked up and hot,” Krystal replied. “...you should say it.”

“Say what?” Holly murmured.

“Say what you want him to do to you. Out loud. Like I did.”

Holly was breathing more heavily now. She looked directly at Gabe. Her face was bright red. “I want you to rape me, Gabe,” she whispered, then gave him a strange smile and looked away.

“So exciting,” Krystal murmured.

“I can do that, Holly,” he replied. “We’re going to be relying very firmly on safewords for all of this.”

“Definitely,” Holly agreed, and cleared her throat. “Maybe you guys could, you know, get to it?”

“You impatient to put your hand down your pants?” Ellen asked.

“...yes.”

“Me too.”

“Okay, okay,” Krystal said. “So, we’re all, like, cool with this then. Babe, um, if you wanna stop, if it gets too weird for you…”

“I’ll stop,” he replied. “And...man, have you and I ever actually discussed your safeword?”

“I…” She thought about it. “I feel like we must have, but now I’m not sure. Well, whatever, mine is subterranean.”

“Fair enough. Subterranean, subterranean,” he murmured, memorizing it. “So, we’re good, then?”

“Yeah...if you’re sure you’re up for this.” Any other time, that would have been a challenge, but the statement was authentic and vaguely uncertain.

“I’m sure, Krystal,” he replied. “Well, I feel sure, anyway. But I really will stop if it gets too weird. But I want to do this, as weird as it sounds. But that’s what we’re here for: exploring our fucked up side safely. And honestly, I really want to rape you.”

Krystal began to say something, but couldn’t quite get it out and instead shuddered hard. “Mmm,” she murmured, swallowing. “Um, I’m going to go shower now. Also, like, don’t hold back, Gabe. Whatever you want to say or do, just do it.”

He nodded. “I will. Hurry up. Because once you come out that door…”

“It’s on,” she said, and nodded. Then she hurried off into the bathroom.

As the shower started up, Gabe walked over to the wall and flipped off the main lights, then went to the sliding glass door and pulled the curtain all the way. The only light left was one of the lamps near the bed.

“It’s like a stage,” he heard Holly whisper softly.

“That’s the idea,” Gabe replied as he took off his shirt and his pants.

“This is going to be insanely hot,” Ellen murmured.

“Yep. Now, quiet please,” Gabe said.

Dead silence met him, the only sound the shower.

He was in his boxers and socks now, standing in the dim lighting. Gabe couldn’t deny that he was not just excited about this, but very excited. Sexual anticipation seemed to spark around darkly in his lower belly, and he had a titanium hard-on. He was already imagining what he was going to do to Krystal, thinking about the things he would say to her. He wanted to enjoy this, but he very much wanted her to get off hard on it.

And he thought she would.

That look she’d given him when he had slapped her the first time, combined with how it had made him feel, it was just…

It was a very potent mixture.

The shower shut off.

Well, this was it. Time to get into character. The awful, evil character of a guy who’d broken into some woman’s house to rape her. God, what a bizarre cocktail of emotions that thought conjured up. He pushed away at the bad feelings. He needed to get fully into character but he also wanted to enjoy this. No reason not to.

He could hear her drying off. Gabe had positioned himself just behind the door, so that he’d be hidden by it as she pushed it open. He could faintly hear Krystal singing something to herself, or maybe humming.

And then the door opened, and it was time.

She emerged in a faint haze of steam, her luxuriously curved body wrapped in a towel, her red, red hair wet and down. She was humming to herself. Gabe was just behind the door, half out of place now, watching her go. She walked slowly from the bathroom towards the bed, and in the moment he realized she was very, very good at acting.

She seemed authentically unaware of him or of the others, sitting back in the gloom, watching.

Gabe struck.

He moved fast, coming up behind her and grabbing her. She let out a shriek of surprise that was abruptly cut off as he got one hand clapped firmly over her mouth. The other he wrapped around her, just below her considerable breasts. She immediately began struggling. He jerked her, briefly lifting her off her feet and causing her to kick her feet in the air for a second.

“Listen, beautiful,” he muttered in her ear, his voice low and a little angry, “this will go a lot easier if you don’t struggle. If you struggle-” She cut him off as she immediately began squirming and thrashing in his grasp, screaming against his hand.

He grunted, for a moment having difficulty holding onto her. He ripped the towel away and started wrestling her over to the bed.

“Fuck you! Get off me!” she shrieked.

Man, she was really going for it, not that he should have expected anything else. Maybe he was just surprised by how strong Krystal was when she wanted to be. Though it wasn’t going to be strong enough to stop him. He wrestled her over to the bed and then let out a shout of pain as he banged his shin on the frame while he tossed her onto the bed.

“Fuck! You fucking bitch, you’re gonna fucking get it now!” he snarled.

She tried to crawl away but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her back, making her shriek. He climbed onto the bed as he flipped her over onto her back.

“No! Fuck you! No!” she screamed.

He slapped her across the face, once and hard. Then he did it again, harder. Then he grabbed her hair and yanked.

“Stop!” she begged.

He slapped her twice more across the face, then he wrapped one hand firmly around her throat. She gasped and went stiff as he squeezed a little.

“Have I got your attention?” he asked, staring angrily down at her.

She was breathing rapidly, a look of real fear on her face.

“Get off me,” she whispered.

Gabe sighed and slapped her twice more in rapid succession. She winced when he raised his hand for a third time.

“You really pissed me off,” he said, breathing a little more heavily now. “I was going to go easy on you but now I’m not, you red little slut.”

“Fuck you,” she growled, but she didn’t move.

He squeezed her throat harder and then he backhanded her. She cried out, and then did so again, louder, when he raised his hand, now curled into a solid fist, and began to drive it towards her.

“You talk back to me again, and you’re really going to get it,” he growled. “Now, you’re going to suck my dick and if I feel teeth, you little whore,” he squeezed harder, cutting off her air for a little bit before he released it, “I will fucking kill you. Do you understand? I will fucking choke you to death. Do I make myself clear?”

She was trembling now and she nodded slowly.

“Good, open your fucking mouth and if you try to get away again I will fucking beat you into a coma.”

Krystal was breathing faster now. He got her on her side and then laid on his side, facing her. He gripped her head, one hand on the back of her head, the other getting a fistful of her blood red hair by its roots.

“Reach up and get my cock out,” he growled at her.

Slowly, she did as she was told. Her hands were still shaking. He wondered, suddenly, if this was going too far. But he trusted her to use her safeword, or to tap him if she needed him to stop if her mouth was too full of his dick to talk properly.

And this was, admittedly, very, very arousing.

That’s what it had to be, he realized as she freed his erection. She was trembling with arousal. It would sure be in character for her.

Well, her real character, not that one she was portraying.

Krystal was such a horny woman.

“Put it in your mouth,” he said, “and suck like your life depends on it. Because bitch,” he slapped the side of her head and she cried out, “it does.”

She made a sound that might have been a word just before putting it in her hot, wet mouth, and then he was fucking her mouth. He gripped her head tightly and began aggressively, violently fucking her in the mouth.

“Suck it, you worthless fucking whore!” he screamed at her as kept going.

Gabe held back a little in the beginning, but once he was sure she could handle it, he stopped. He shoved his cock deep and hard into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and then pushing it deeper.

“Deep throat me, bitch!” he snapped and then he thrust forward with his hips while forcing her face into his crotch as hard as he could.

He could feel his head shoved halfway down her throat and groaned as she swallowed reflexively.

“Again!” he snapped, and she groaned and gagged and swallowed again, and twice more after that.

Gabe held it there for a few seconds more, then pulled back. She was pushing against him and he let her breathe for a few seconds, before he rolled over so that he was on top of her now and he began to fuck her mouth so violently that it punched her head down into the mattress repeatedly.

He didn’t think he was going to come from doing this, but the pleasure was intense and overwhelming and her struggling against him and her muffled screaming was too arousing and he started coming. He groaned and grunted as he shot his load down her throat, his hips jerking forward each time his orgasm spiked.

“Take it bitch!” he groaned, panting heavily now. “Take it down your fucking throat!”

He drained himself into her and then he pulled out. She ended up gasping and coughing raggedly. She stared at him with bloodshot, furious eyes. He could see the arousal swimming under the surface now. She was insanely horny. She had also begun to cry a little.

“I fucking hate you,” she gasped.

“Fuck you,” he snarled and slapped her across the face again. “Talk back to me again, and see what happens.”

She tensed and he thought she was going to. He had to admit, this was really interesting, seeing what she did, what came to Krystal’s mind in the midst of their violent little roleplay. He barely even remembered that the others were watching, though he could faintly hear all of them breathing heavily. They were probably all masturbating at this point.

Instead of saying something, she suddenly flipped over and tried to crawl away. Gabe felt a bolt of anger at that and used it. He was still mostly hard.

“I warned you,” he growled as he grabbed her easily.

“No! Fuck you! I’ll fucking kill you!” she screamed as he grappled with her, hauling her back onto the bed and rolling her onto her stomach.

He said nothing as he grasped her hands and held them together, pressing them into the small of her back by her wrists. She was gasping and panting, struggling furiously as he held her in place. He ignored her as she kicked at his back and instead shifted his erection into position. He was fully hard again already.

“No,” she gasped, going stiff as he pushed the head just a little bit into her. “No, please,” she whispered, begging suddenly, “please! I’m not on the pill!”

“Good,” he said, and shoved himself all the way inside of her.

She screamed. It was a loud scream and it sounded pained. It worried him, just a little, how much more that turned him on, but then he remembered there were women out there who loved this, who loved getting fucked violently up the ass so much that it hurt, who sought it out.

He had to remember to ask any of them if they were into painal because he would really love to do that with one of them.

Ideally Liz. Or Ellen.

“No! No! No!” she panted and yelled, still struggling. “Don’t! Please don’t!”

“I warned you,” he grunted and started fucking her, hard and fast.

Krystal screamed. “Help me! HELP ME!” she shrieked.

“No one’s gonna hear you, but scream all you want, you fucking stupid whore,” he growled and slapped the back of her head again.

Gabe fucked her like that for a few moments, riding the high of the dark roleplay. She was insanely wet and so wonderfully hot inside. Then he let go of her hands. She immediately began flailing, trying to gain purchase and get him off of her, but he laid down flat against her and started fucking her even harder.

She screamed as he pounded her into the mattress, then let out a wailing moan as he caught her hands again and tucked them down against her sides. He held her firmly in place, going faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room along with her panting. He realized she was crying now.

“Please! It hurts!” she moaned.

“Good,” he growled in her ear, and she started to orgasm. He laughed, fucking her fast and hard, pounding her furiously. “I knew you liked it you fucking dumb bitch.”

“No...no...no…” she panted.

“I’m going to rape you so fucking hard all night long,” he growled.

“NO!” she screamed.

He pulled out of her suddenly and she tried to get up. He grabbed her and this time he forced her onto her back and got between her thick, pale thighs before she could squeeze them shut again. Now she was struggling, really struggling, and he was using most of his strength to hold her in place. He grasped her wrists again and pushed them into the pillow beside her head. He got himself back inside of her and resumed pounding her.

Krystal was incoherent now, crying loudly, begging and yelling alternatively, and he backhanded her across the face this time, closer to her eye, hoping maybe to give her that black eye she’d been begging for.

That still felt really weird, but he could tell she was close to coming again.

“No! Don’t get me pregnant!” she begged as he started grunting louder.

Gabe tightened his grip on her wrists and stared down into her eyes. Something passed between them, something more potent and powerful than what was already beating on the air. They were close, very close, to the end. Gabe communicated that he was near and that he knew she was near, too. That second orgasm was going to be something special, he could feel it building.

“I won’t get you pregnant if you admit you like it,” he said.

“What?!” she gasped.

“Admit that you like it when I rape you and I’ll pull out.”

“Fuck you!” she snarled.

“All right, here it comes, the biggest load of my life you fucking worthless whore!”

“Wait!” she cried. “I like it.”

“What?”

“I like it!”

“You like what?”

She was blushing as bad as he’d ever seen her, her face so flushed red he was actually a little worried about her overheating and passing out. She was sweating intensely and her eyes were wide and bloodshot now. It looked like a war was being waged inside a hurricane in that gaze.

“I like it...when you rape me,” she whispered.

“Louder!” he snapped and started fucking her harder.

She shrieked and her control slipped another notch. “I like it when you rape me!”

“Come on, you little bitch!” he snarled and slapped her.

Krystal tried to speak but only a strange half-gagging sound came out. She was close. She was so very close. But not there yet.

Gabe decided to use his secret weapon and not just tip her over the edge into the abyss of orgasmic meltdown, but dropkick her into it.

He lowered his face so that he was barely two inches from her. “I lied. I’m going to come in you.”

Her eyes went wide and she began to speak but lost all coherence as he began thrusting furiously, wildly into her. She cried out and he felt her opening up, felt her begin to tremble and writhe, felt her inner muscles seize and clench hard.

They came at about the same instant.

“Oh, GABE!” she shrieked.

“Say it!” he yelled, letting go of her wrists and getting his arms up under her, holding her against himself and squeezing her as he felt her arms and legs wrap tightly around him as well.

“I LOVE IT WHEN YOU RAPE ME, GABE! I FUCKING LOVE IT WHEN YOU RAPE ME SO HARD!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body bucking with her orgasm like she was trying to throw him off. “OH FUCK I LOVE IT SO MUCH!”

She tried to say more but instead made a sound deep in her throat as they came together, their pleasure overwhelming them, blowing them away like cannon fire. It was like being a pair of dry leaves before nuclear hellfire. Like a supernova touching off in deepest, darkest space. He felt his whole body thrumming with ecstasy and sexual release and pure pleasured energy. Each time his cock kicked inside of her orgasming vagina and released a fresh spurt of his seed, his whole body convulsed as a fresh pulse of rapture screamed a song of pure and utter bliss through him.

They were left gasping and soaked in sweat.

“Okay...okay...okay…” Krystal managed, gently but urgently patting him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, carefully pulling a very sensitive and overloaded cock out of her and rolling onto his back.

“Babe,” Krystal gasped, “water.”

“Um, yeah, okay, coming!” Liz replied distractedly, and he saw her leave the room out of the corner of his eye.

“Are you okay, Krystal?” he asked.

“Yes,” was all she said.

For several minutes, it was just the two of them laying on the bed, getting their breaths back, the sweat cooling on their bodies. At some point he became aware of the fact that he was holding her hand. Had he taken hers or had she taken his? He couldn’t even remember. Liz returned sometime during this with two bottles of water and gave one to each of them, and they both consumed them quickly.

“Krystal,” he said finally.

“Uh?” she managed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

She laughed softly, groaned. “Yeah, I’m okay, Gabe. I mean, my fucking hips hurt, because wow did you ever go at me, and my face hurts, but that was supposed to happen. But that was...exactly what I wanted. Holy shit, man. I-” She was cut off as a post-orgasmic convulsion ran through her. “Whew! Yeah, you delivered. Utterly. Totally. Completely. Jesus. That was beyond hot.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ellen murmured.

“So is this kind of treatment available to, like, any of us?” Chloe murmured.

“Yep,” Gabe replied.

“Good, because I’m pretty sure all of us are interested in it.”

“I know I am,” Ellen said.

“Yep,” Liz agreed immediately. “That turned me on...a distressing amount.”

“Ugh, Gabe…” Krystal groaned, her tone clearly complaining.

“What?”

“That was, I’m pretty sure, the biggest load you’ve blown in me. It feels huge.”

“Oh, it is,” Liz said. “I can see it from here, we’re gonna need to wash the sheets.”

“Holy shit, really?” Krystal sat up and finally looked down at herself. “Dear lord, Gabe!”

“What?” he asked, and then he looked. “Oh, wow, yeah.”

His clear-white seed had leaked out of her and gotten onto her inner thighs and was already pooling in a spreading stain on the blanket beneath her.

“That’s like crazy hot,” Chloe muttered.

“I really want to do that to someone’s ass,” Gabe said, laying back down.

“I volunteer,” Ellen said immediately. “I’ve even got an idea.”

“I want to hear it...after I shower, and give Krystal some aftercare,” he replied.

“Yes, please…” Krystal murmured.

“Well, why don’t you two get up and do that, and I’ll deal with your...mess,” Liz suggested, walking up to the bed.

“Thank you, babe,” he and Krystal both said at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed, then helped each other get up on shaky legs and walk to the bathroom.