Joan Comes Over To Mabel's

I woke up the next morning to the soft wet sensation of a pair of lips wrapped around my cock. I had gone to sleep holding Mabel in my arms, her curvaceous body extremely sexy to feel pressed against me, her round ass, her full breasts, all delightful in their own ways. Of course, the wonderful feeling of her gently suckling on my cock more than made up for it. Her brown eyes stared up at me as she remained down there, quietly slurping, her nostrils drinking in my scent with intermittent flares.

"Ah, that's good, Mabel," I breathed out, wiggling around on the bed for a moment to find a nice, comfy spot to situation myself. It made my cock roll around the inside of her mouth, brushing against her cheeks and palate, and she just quietly stared up at me, watching me with warm brown eyes as she slurped and sucked on my cock, saliva dribbling down my length as she bobbed up and down, twisting her head from side to side, her breasts bouncing deliciously with every movement.

When I finally came, she gladly swallowed it all down, popping off my cock with a wet noise once I was completely spent, idly stroking my still-erect length. "Good morning, Sam," she said, smiling. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."

"I definitely did," I told her, as my cock twitched in her hand. "Thanks for the nice morning wakeup."

"Yesterday, you mentioned wanting another girl to come over?" Mabel prompted, without a hint of embarrassment or annoyance, as her fingers kept stroking me off. "Were you thinking of Colleen?"

"No, actually," I said. "I mean, Colleen is easy to get along with, and not actually a Pokegirl yet." Part of me hoped she'd never become a Pokegirl because I loved her and wanted her to be happy and free, part of me hoped she would so I could make her my Pet and keep her forever. (I'd treat her kindly, if she was my Pet, of course.) "I was thinking of calling over Joan, since I'm staying at your place anyway, and my mom doesn't like Infernals."

"You go ahead and do that," Mabel said, leaning down over me to peck me on the lips. "I'm going to go make you some breakfast. I was thinking peanut butter toast?"

"Sounds good to me," I said, and she stood up then, her breasts jiggling deliciously, the soft flesh attracting my gaze until her gorgeous round butt attracted it instead. I was, of course, completely hard - but fortunately, I had a booty call on speed dial. "Rachel, I'm at Ms. Mayberry's. I want you to bring over Joan; I'm going to use her for the weekend."

"I'll be over with her shortly," Rachel agreed without hesitation, then hung up. She sounded just a tad groggy - maybe I'd woken her up - but she certainly wasn't going to complain to me. That was just another nice thing about Rachel, this quiet sort of dominance I had over her. It tempted me to make it a foursome instead of a threesome, but to be honest, I liked being mean to Rachel, and I didn't want to do something like that in front of the sweet and maternal Mabel.

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By the time that Joan arrived, Mabel was cooking a more substantial breakfast - she'd served me some peanut butter toast and decided to make pancakes for everyone to enjoy. She cooked wearing just an apron and a pair of panties, which were somehow even lewder on her body than the nudity she'd been going around the house in. The sharp pink contrasted beautifully with her dark skin, making her seem extra sexy as she cooked. I sat in her living room, enjoying my peanut butter toast and a glass chocolate milk as I watched a sitcom wearing only a pair of underwear - putting on much more seemed like a waste, but I didn't want to answer the door naked.

Then there came a prompt rapping on the front door, and Rachel stood there, holding Joan's leash as the girl lazily rested against the patio. "Hey, guess that Ms. Mayberry can't satisfy you? Needed a proper suck-u-bus," she said, popping her lips. "Don't worry, I get it. Guys your age run out of juice way too quick- hrk!" Rachel jerked on Joan's leash, dragging her up towards me. Obviously there was no way a nearly pureblood human could manage to overpower Joan, so she was just going along with her mistress because she wanted to.

"Behave yourself, Joan."

"I am behaving. He's still alive, isn't he?" Joan said.

Rachel just shook her head. "She's better behaved with me."

"Uhh, yeah?" Joan said, as if that was obvious. "That's because you're awesome, and this guy's just some dude who happens to have a cock and some money." Rachel shot Joan a look. "Don't worry, he's totally jonesing for me, thus him calling me over while he's at the hot chocolate teacher's place." She flashed her tongue out. "Want my hot-to-trot mouth, right?"

"Honestly, I just wanted to see how Mabel was with a Pokegirl around. To see if you're compatible, for one." I opened the door a bit wider. "Come on in, Joan," I said, taking the leash from Rachel.

"I'm compatible with everybody," Joan declared confidently as she slunk inside. I decided to head to the dining room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, and gave me an excellent view of a cooking, sexy Mabel. "Nice. Got yourself a personal cook already, and you don't even have to pay her," she said, lazing down in one of the seats.

I just jerked on her leash, making her sputter as she halfway tumbled out of the seat. "Looking at her is giving me a boner. Take care of that," I ordered.

Joan pouted for a moment, but obediently crawled under the table, pulling down my underwear and fishing out my hard cock. She wrapped her lips around my cockhead, her exceedingly long tongue slithering out down my whole length. It felt great, like a red carpet that was being rolled out, her green eyes leering up at me as she slowly slid down my whole length. "You're much better when your mouth is busy with things other than talking," I said, as she slid lazily up and down my cock. She actually rolled her eyes at the comment, going so far as to make a jerking off motion.

I decided not to give her any more attention, instead leaning forward over the table to get a better angle on the busily cooking Mabel. She seemed radiantly happy as she cooked, humming and almost dancing in place. Obviously, Joan responded to me paying attention to somebody else by increasing her pace in my groin, bouncing her head up and down my dick, her tongue curling and twisting around my length as she tried to forcibly drag my attention back down to her.

I didn't give it to her, instead just enjoying as Mabel happily trotted over to the table, placing a nice, big plate of pancakes in front of me - she and Joan had smaller portions, I noticed, as she laid down the other two plates. "What sort of toppings would you like, Sam?" She asked, smiling warmly despite the fact that Joan was currently choking herself on my cock. Her throat felt amazing, as if she was swallowing rapidly around my length, or maybe even grabbing her own throat and squeezing on my cock, but I kept on denying her my attention - it only seemed to encourage her to work even harder to get me off.

"Mm, some maple syrup and a dash of whipped, nnn, cream," I said, losing my voice for a moment near the end as Joan just sucked, hard, the noise seeming to fill my ears with how intense and powerful it was. I reached down with one hand for her horn and just yanked her down my dick, provoking a whipcrack noise as her tail started to wag behind her happily at the limited attention. Maybe a bit of denial was good for the succubus, I mused, as I ground her down into my pelvis, making her let out a wet choked moan, sending delicious vibrations through my cock.

She came within ten seconds of being choked on my cock, reaffirming my thoughts on how best to handle Joan. Give her just a bit of attention, but no more. The way she worked even harder when I was ignoring her, was extremely sexy, her tongue flashing and curling around my cock hungrily, little lewd noises escaping her throat in a mix of her own pleasure and increasingly desperate attempts to make me look down at her.

Mabel finished putting the whipped cream on my pancakes, then started to cut them up for me, hand feeding a couple bites to me. It was deliciously affectionate. "It's good, right, Sam?" She asked.

"It's great. Just like you. You can enjoy your own food," I told her, as Joan sputtered a bit around my cock. It was either beacuse I'd been choking her for over a minute, or because she was trying to get me to look at her. Either way, I remained focused on Mabel. "This has been really nice, and you need your strength, since the weekend's hardly over yet."

She smiled at that, considering ignoring me to keep feeding me for a moment, then put the utensils down on my plate and got started on her own pancakes. She ate like she was famished, while I ate with the slow pace of a man who had a Pokegirl desperately sucking him off under the table. Joan even intensified her work, seeming to conclude that since Mabel was no longer distracting me - other than with the sight of her in that apron, occasionally having to smooth it out so it didn't wind up scrunched between her voluminous breasts - she could finally get some attention again.

I tried, very briefly, to eat, but Joan was in fact too distracting for me to keep a good grip on my utensils. So instead, I reached down for her horns, grabbing one in either hand, and just started to fuck her face relentlessly, pounding away, earning a wet moan from Joan before she came promptly, more saliva dribbling out of her mouth and splashing against my thighs. I spared a look down at her once she actually had started to come, enjoying the cross-eyed, fucked stupid look on her face as I kept pounding away. I came soon thereafter, just grinding her down in my pelvis as I unloaded directly into her throat, and she mewled happily around my dick as her own orgasm continued.

When I finally finished coming, having deposited what felt like a pound of cum into her stomach, I let go of Joan's horns, just slumping back in my seat for a moment. She popped wetly off, running her tongue around the crown of my cock, while my dick just continued to get softer and softer. I had been fucking Mabel like absolutely crazy the previous day, and apparently less than an hour of proper consciousness wasn't enough to give me the juice to keep going so quickly.

Mabel finished eating about the same time, and she smiled warmly at me, glancing down in between my legs, and at my pancakes, trying to decide which to deal with. Joan's tongue slithered along my slit, flicking at it, trying to produce a hard-on, and Mabel decided to kneel down next to her instead of feeding me personally.

It didn't help me at all. My cock remained half-erect, even, perhaps flagging as Mabel joined in, her lovely, sweet pink tongue flashing against my cock delightedly, humming as she stared up at me. She kissed it in sequence with Joan, their lips pressing against either side of my cock, Joan's purple skin contrasting lewdly with Mabel's dark chocolate tone. I groaned softly at the sensation for a moment, as their tongues both flicked against my dick. It felt incredibly nice, and the psychological element was nice, too. Two women both desperately working to get me hard again...

Joan popped back after a bit of them both working me over, and Mabel took the chance to try wrapping her mouth around my cock. My length rested on her tongue, not even hard enough to tease the back of her throat, but she didn't seem annoyed at all, just quietly suckling on my dick, staring up at me with beautiful brown eyes that told me it was totally fine that I couldn't get it hard again, and she'd happily suck my dick even if it remained flaccid for the rest of my life.

Joan didn't seem to agree. "Sheesh. You only came once since I got here," Joan said.

"I came a lot last night," I ground out.

"Wow," she said, sounding intensely sarcastic. "You came a lot last night, huh? Maybe you're not cut out to be a Pet Owner, if you can't refill after a good night's sleep."

"Mabel is very... draining," I breathed out, as Mabel's tongue happily slithered along the underside of my cock, as if trying to make me come despite not being hard. Or perhaps to reassure me in her own way that Joan was just being a bitch to tick me off. "She's much nicer than you," I added, in my own little dig to try to make Joan work harder. That was what Joan was doing to me, so turnabout was fair play.

"Why would I be nice? You're just a cock I gotta serve for Rach's sake. I mean, maybe if it were a really good cock, I'd be nice, but you know, it's just a normal cock. Maybe even below average, given you can't get it up with a sexy slut like Ms. Mayberry on her knees, slurping on your dick no matter how soft you are."

Mabel popped off my dick at that point. "Don't worry about it, Sam. We've had a lot of fun, and I do enjoy sucking a soft cock too. It's nice," she added, fingers trailing along my dick, which was only just a bit bigger than its absolutely minimum size. "You can just keep it in your mouth forever, since it doesn't clog up your throat... if I didn't have to breathe, I'd gladly have sucked your cock all through the night. If you really are out of juice - maybe we can do something like that, hmm?"

"Ugh," Joan said, rolling her eyes and leaning forward towards my cock. "That sounds horrible." She breathed on my cock, a loud, heavy thing, the air brushing along my dick. It rapidly began to hard again, taking less than a second to get hard in Mabel's hand. "You may be fine just draining a cock dry and suckling on the shriveled remnants, but not me," she declared, wrapping her lips around my tip and thrusting herself down to where Mabel held my dick near the base. Her lips pressed against the other woman's fingers, as she looked up at me with a challenging expression, daring me to complain or argue with her.

I felt energy return to me, filling my body with enough to let me started on eating, while Joan simply held herself down on my cock without the slightest hesitation. Mabel looked on quietly from the side, then withdrew her hand from my dick, letting Joan fall the rest of the way down my length. I started to eat, cutting up the pancakes. "These are good, Mabel," I said, having enough presence of mind not to give Joan any positive attention. The less positive attention she got, the more eager she became, trying desperately to get me to pay attention to her. It was cute, in its own strange way.

"Thank you," Mabel said, shifting away from Joan for a second. "It's press the knot of muscle that runs the wings, and grip the tail firmly, right, Sam? It's been a while since I did a threesome with a succubus."

I twitched in Joan's mouth, and just leaned forward instead of making Mabel do it, my finger sliding down Joan's back and locating the knot of muscle as I held her down in my groin. She choked wetly on my cock, her body twitching a bit, as I pressed down on the muscles that held her wings in place before finally disabling them with a sharp pressure. Then I reached still further down, having to really go to grip the base of the tail. It was only once I had that firmly in hand that I spoke. "Grab her tail where I have it, and just hold it. It'll last longer the longer you grip, and she doesn't actually need to have full mobility in her tail anyway."

"Thank you, Sam," she said, getting behind Joan and just grabbing the other girl's tail by the base, her other hand gathering up a thick clump of Joan's ivory white hair and gripping it as well, to use as a method of control. "Now, Joan, it's very nice that you made Sam hard again, but you should always be respectful of your master," she said, before slamming Joan's head down on my cock, grinding her face into my pelvis with a sudden sharpness that surprised me, Joan's horns brushing against my naked thighs as the succubus jerked and gurgled in surprise. "He is the one in charge here, not you. All this teasing and insulting, it's inappropriate. You're just a Pokegirl, you know? I'm not asking for mindless obedience, but you have to treat him with respect."

Joan actually came at that point, though whether it was from Mabel's degradation or just from the feeling of my cock throbbing in her throat, I couldn't have said. I spared a glance down at the pair of them. Joan looked absurd, eyes rolled up, tears starting to streak down her cheeks as she was choked on my cock. Mabel, on the other hand, had this stern but warm look in her eyes, as if she was just chiding one of her students who she knew could do better.

"Fuck," I breathed out, before shaking my head and going back to eating. Mabel just quietly peeled Joan up off my dick, making the girl gasp and pant in response. I could see the saliva dribbling down her chin, the way her eyes were subtly unfocused from her recent chokefuck and orgasm.

"Apologize to Sam for being rude," Mabel said. My dick twitched in front of Joan's face from just how hot it was, seeing the normally sweet and affectionate Mabel suddenly show a razor sharp side to her, and entirely in defense of my... well, you could call it honor, I guess. I didn't really mind how Joan was. It was kind of cute, especially since it was so blatant what she was doing.

"Shorry for being rude," Joan slurred out. "It's just hard to-mmf!" Was all she got through before Mabel shoved her down my cock, grinding the girl's nose into my pubes once more.

"I know that you were going to make some snide comment again," Mabel said, earning a lewd little noise of acknowledgement from Joan. Mabel just sighed. "You should behave yourself more, Joan. You're a smart girl. I know that becoming a Pokegirl wasn't exactly in your plans, but you have an Owner who loves you and takes care of you, don't you? Why do you have to act like such a brat, especially when you're dealing with Sam?"

Joan just shrugged, the movement casual and almost disdainful of the question, as if she didn't know or care what the answer was. My cock twitched in her mouth again, and she glanced up at me with this smug look in her eyes, as if she had figured out I was totally into her brattiness. Her tongue swiveled and wrapped around my cock, beginning to jerk me off in her mouth, as Mabel held her down in my groin. Mabel just sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Sam," she said. "I don't know how to make her behave herself. If I did, I would have done it a long time ago, since she can be rather annoying in classes."

I just reached down to pet Mabel, softly running my fingers through her hair. "Don't worry about it, I don't blame you." I then turned my attention back to the very delicious meal that Mabel had made for me, not wanting to let it get cold because I was too distracted with Joan and Mabel's fantastic work down in my groin. The fact that it was no longer Joan choking herself out, but instead Mabel forcibly doing it to Joan, made it much sexier, but I ate anyway, my cock throbbing in Joan's throat as she licked and sucked on it, as Mabel continued to mash her nose into my pubes.

By the time I finished eating, Mabel had wound up pulling Joan off my cock to breathe twice - the first time, Joan had started to be all, "Ha, he's pretty hard-mmf!" before Mabel had forced her back down my cock, clearly not liking how rude Joan was. The second time, she didn't even let Joan off my cock, just peeling her back until just my cock was past her lips, the other girl wetly suckling on the tip of my dick as she breathed in deeply through her nose, unable to do much else, but clearly enjoying herself.

Once I was done eating, though... I leaned back, taking hold of Joan's horns, and Mabel quietly let go of the girl's hair as I became the one gripping and controlling her, pressing her throat down against my groin. For a moment, Joan's expression looked quite self-satisfied - then she noticed that my eyes were on Mabel, on her voluptuous breasts contained in the thin confines of her apron, of her luscious dark skin beautifully contrasting the light pink. Her tail waggled limply where Mabel maintained her grip on it, seeming to try to curl up unhappily between her legs, but Mabel and I both ignored it.

Instead, Mabel leaned forward, managing to press her cheek against my thigh and reach my balls with her pretty dark lips, wrapping around them and suckling pleasantly around my length. Her eyes glittered with desire as she worked to please me in that position, a warm smile visible in her gaze as she worked me over. I just groaned and leaned back, making sure to lavish Mabel with attention while providing Joan with none. The succubus slurped, swallowed, and choked herself on my cock, even bringing her hands up to her throat to squeeze my dick where it rested inside her mouth, trying to attract my attention back.

Occasionally, when she'd sputter and drench my pelvis in spittle as she choked on my cock, I'd spare a glance over at her, rather than maintaining eye contact with Mabel. At that, she'd perk up, wiggling her tail with a certain note of delight to her expression, her tongue swishing and curling around my dick as she did her best to please me. Then I'd look back at Mabel, earning a piteous noise of disappointment from her.

On one of those occasions, she actually came as I turned my attention to her, moaning wetly around my cock, making it throb in her vibrating throat as her eyes rolled up. I dignified her with my gaze until she was done coming - at which point, it was right back to sweet, maternal Mabel, rather than bitchy, bratty Joan.

Despite all that, Joan didn't stop sucking my cock, showing an admirable level of focus as she bobbed up and down my length, twisting her tongue this way and that inside her mouth, practically wrapping my dick up like a Christmas present in her long, slender, flexible tongue. When I'd choke her on my cock, she'd often just grab her own throat and squeeze, cutting off any ability to breathe on her part. It was intensely sexy, all the more because she'd keep it up until she started to really close in on unconsciousness, her tail's movements becoming lazier until her body fell slack down there.

When I finally came, it was in Joan's mouth, holding her so that my cockhead was just past her lips, letting my seed completely coat the inside of her mouth. Once I was finished her, I gave her a similar order to the one I'd given her the last time I'd borrowed her: "No swallowing until I say otherwise."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise at that, and I just rose from my seat, stretching for a moment, my still-hard cock bouncing in the air right in front of Mabel's face. She stared at it lustily, then leaned forward to kiss it, not even bothering to ask before she began to suck it into her mouth.

Tempting as it was to get blown by my hot teacher while she wore nothing but an apron... well, I did let her do it, settling back down in my seat and making Joan watch in silence as Mabel did all the work, lovingly caressing my whole length with her tongue, lips, and throat, doing everything she could possibly think of to add to my pleasure. The wet slaps of her nose into my pelvis, the little squirms she let out, the hums of delight as I twitched in her throat, the occasional pause she took to drink in heavy breaths through her nose, eyes lidding as she enjoyed my scent - they were all great.

When I finally came, I did it in her mouth too, letting her luxuriate in my taste for a bit, then speaking. "You can swallow, Mabel. Joan, you still can't," I said, as Mabel gulped down my cum with pride. "I want to fuck you more, Mabel," I said, grabbing her under the arm and practically dragging her to the bedroom. One hand absently wrapped around Joan's leash and pulled her along as well.

As we got to the bedroom, for just a moment, I was going to throw Mabel down on the bed and fuck her like I did Joan: rough and hard and doggy style. Maybe missionary, I wasn't really thinking too clearly. Then I realized that I liked Mabel's own particular flavor, the way she would lovingly heap pleasure on me with no thought of her own. Plus, just a reminder of how much of a brat Joan could be had me ready for some pampering, so I simply laid my naked body down on Mabel's bed.

She reached for the strings holding her apron together, and I spoke up. "No," I said. "Keep it on."

She smiled at that, this warm, loving thing, as she crawled up onto the bed. Her breasts looked fantastic in the barely-there confines of her top, and she started to pepper my stomach and chest with soft, loving pecks, her breasts rubbing against my bare flesh, the soft flesh straining at her apron, threatening to bounce free at any moment. Behind her, her ass was raised high into the air, producing an almost heart shape as it rose, the beautiful curves of either cheek looking like two beautiful brown mountains, framed by a light pink set of panties.

Her movement of kisses went slowly up my body, finding their way to my throat, my chin, my earlobes. Her lower body shifted so that she was straddling my groin, and then she slipped aside her panties with one hand, panting in my ear as she anticipated what was about to come as much as I had. She slipped slowly down my length, then, letting out a lewd moan in my ear as she engulfed me. It wasn't quite some lascivious, near-orgasmic thing; it was more a sound of soft and gentle satisfaction.

Joan let out an annoyed noise, crossing her arms and pouting with my cum in her mouth. I spared her a glance, a smug grin on my face, and she rolled her eyes. "Tell you what, Joan. If you get down on your knees and bark like a doggy, you can swallow my cum."

She seemed to consider it for several long seconds, as Mabel just bounced lovingly on my cock, her lips focused on my neck, her gorgeous breasts mashed up against my chest, threatening to burst free of her apron at any moment but still remaining inside it for just this second, if no longer. Finally, she let out a huff through her nose, got down on her knees, and managed to get out a wet little bark of a noise before swallowing. "There," she said. "What, you want a doggy Pokegirl, huh? Maybe Ms. Mayberry will be a big old dog girl, she can lick you lots, she seems to like that kind of thing," she said.

In silent response, Mabel started to run her tongue along my bare skin, continuing her worshipful movement of her hips on my cock. "I'd lick you lots no matter what sorts of Pokegirl I became, Sam," she said, her tongue slithering slowly up my neck. "As long as you wanted me to... as long as you kept me... I'd take care of you every way I can think of. However you want..."

"Is this the kind of girl you like? Totally subby and doing whatever you want?"

"You're more a sub than Mabel," I said, making the succubus scoff audibly. "I let Mabel ride me, I let her wash me, pick out my clothes, pick out what we're going to eat..." Mabel suckled at my neck in delight at my compliments, happy that I was enjoying her pampering, even if it meant giving up just a little bit of power.

"Tch. You don't 'let' me ride you because you're scared that you'd get totally defeated by my pussy." I actually didn't let her ride me because she didn't seem to want me to, much preferring to be twisted up into a pretzel and fucked. "All that other stuff sounds like work. I do that kind of stuff for Rach, when she wants."

"Yeah," I sighed, wiggling into place on the bed. "When she wants. Sub."

She scoffed again at that, crossing her arms and hefting up her chin. "Whatever, Sam. You're just a cock I gotta suck."

"I'm tired of your commentary," I said. "Shut up." She shut up, her mouth closing into a thin line, and I turned my attention to the beautiful, buxom woman atop me. I took a soft grasp of her hair and tilted her head towards me, our mouths meeting one another as I began to firmly kiss her, tongue slithering inside her mouth. She kissed me back hungrily, suckling on my tongue, flicking her own tongue against it, and really ground against my pelvis at that point, intensifying her pace, intensifying the pressure on my cock, as Joan watched the whole thing unfold in silence.

At some point, her apron wound up getting squished between her breasts, and I got to feel her perky nipples scrape along my bare chest. It was really nice, and my hands wandered her body freely, groping her tits, her butt, her thighs - everything I could find. She just hummed pleasantly in my mouth and worked my cock over with an unbelievable amount of interest, moaning in delight whenever I'd twitch inside her, repeating motions that provoked a strong response on my part, jerking her hips rapidly whenever she felt like I was close to coming and letting off if it became clear I wasn't going to come soon.

It felt great. She felt great. I wound up coming inside her in that position no less than three times, before I finally started to feel some vague sense of guilt for making Joan come over, just to sit there watching me get ridden by Mabel. Not a lot og guilt, but... "You know," I said, as Mabel broke off our kiss to take a few quick breaths, her pussy still wrapped around my cock, "I'm curious how you manage a threesome. Would you please fuck Joan on my cock?" I didn't want to just order her around, but she certainly wasn't complaining at the idea, just smiling warmly.

"Of course, Sam. Whatever you want," she said, leaning down to peck me on the lips before peeling up off my cock, shifting her panties back into position to keep my cum from leaking out. She grabbed Joan's leash and yanked her forcibly up onto the bed, earning a sputter of surprise from her.

"You can talk again, Joan," I said, as I shifted my hands up to rest behind my head.

"I can always talk, dude. You can't stop me. I'm just being nice and letting you and Ms. Mayberry manhandle me," she declared. "I gotta, 'cause Rach said, that's all." Joan's pussy was exposed to the air as Mabel peeled off her clothes, her pink sex glistening with arousal, her panties thoroughly stained from either her earlier blowjob or from being forced to watch me fuck Mabel in silence for half an hour. "It's still pretty sad, you know. You want that weaksauce lovey-dovey slow sex, huh?" She asked, as Mabel angled her pussy over my cock. "Betcha that Mabel's gonna do the same thing to you, like anybody could come from that. No wonder she didn't."

Mabel frowned slightly, her eyes flicking over to me. I knew what she was silently asking about - was it okay to teach Joan a lesson? I grinned and gave her a tiny nod, and she immediately slammed Joan down my length, making the girl jerk in surprise, her body twitching on my cock as she was forced to quickly envelop me. As Mabel began to slide her up as fast as she could, both arms tensing with the effort of lifting a full body - she was just a human woman, so she only had human strength - but she managed a pretty decent pace, before slamming Joan right back down on my cock.

"Shuh, sheesh, this all you, can manage, Ms. Mayberry? No longer, you could never, get a, guy," Joan said, her voice trembling as she was fucked up and down my cock. That last sentence earned a fierce expression from Mabel, completely at odds with her normally sweet and loving demeanor, and she reached around, stuffing two fingers forcibly into Joan's mouth, grabbing her tongue a moment later with her tongue and forefinger, pulling it out from her mouth.

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," Mabel said, her voice sharp, as she kept a firm grip on the other girl's tongue. Joan just let out some muffled wordlike sounds around the woman's fingers, her pace slowing due to Mabel's lack of two hands to grip and heft her up and down. After a moment, it came to a complete stop, Mabel holding her down on my groin, my entire cock resting inside her pussy. "Since you like it hard, and you were rude, you're going to not get it at all. I'm going to just hold you down on his cock like this," she said, and my cock twitched inside Joan's pussy, as she was being dominated by Mabel.

It made everything sexier, seeing Mabel like this. With me, she was loving, affectionate, and all her dominance came out in pampering. With Joan, though? She was sharp and critical, like Joan was a disobedient schoolgirl, which, technically, she was. It made me wonder if I was the only guy she'd pampered like this, and that was why she hadn't managed to secure an Owner. Probably not, but it was still a sexy thought, that she was particularly attracted to me, which made her so damn nice.

"Leh me fuh," Joan slurred out around Mabel's fingers after half a minute, her hips wiggling on my dick. Mabel just tightened her grip on the girl's hips. "Cuh ohm," she slurred out, saliva dribbling out of her mouth as she turned her gaze to me for her begging. I just shrugged - if Mabel wasn't going to let her to fuck me, then she wasn't going to get to properly fuck me. I was loving her dominant streak, and Joan turned her gaze around to meet Mabel's eyes.

"If you apologize, then you can fuck him again," Mabel said, before pulling her fingers away from the girl's tongue.

"I'm so sorry that, I dunno, I said too many things that hurt your little baby feelings, Ms. Mayber-" she was cut off by a sharp, backhanded slap from Mabel, which made her pussy spasm around my cock, actually orgasming somehow from the mistreatment. It felt absolutely fantastic, the loving rush of her inner walls up and down my cock, copious amounts of her juices dribbling down onto my dick. I let out a low groan of pleasure at the sensation.

"You will speak with respect, or you won't get fucked, do you understand, Ms. Castle?" Mabel asked the orgasming Joan, who just nodded dumbly, clearly too distracted by coming to offer any argument. Mabel still didn't let her pump on my cock, holding her down in place, until Joan finally finished her orgasm, panting softly, a bit of saliva dribbling out of her mouth before she tried to suck it back up. "Now, speak properly."

"Sorry, Ms. Mayberry," she said, the words sounding like they were clawing up her throat on the way out, but she didn't add any snide comment.

"There. Was that so hard?" Mabel asked, and before Joan could respond - and I could practically see the 'yes' forming on her lips - she started to slam the Pokegirl up and down my hard cock as fast as she could manage, which seemed a good bit faster, now, the girl in question bouncing, her breasts jiggling in the air deliciously as she did.

I just lay there, hands behind my head, and let her and Mabel do all the work. It was nice. Last time I'd fucked her, I'd had to constantly be on top, constantly be the one moving, exhausting myself and only managing to keep going out of a desire to 'prove' myself to her. Now, though, I could just laze in bed and let Mabel do all the work, as she had been doing for the entire day so far.

Joan came plenty, too, despite my utter lack of effort. About as often as she had the last time I'd fucked her - maybe even more. Mabel was probably more attentive to Joan's pleasure than I was, since she was a quite giving woman, so Joan's spasming cunt just leaked around my length as she gripped and squeezed it, going absolutely crazy from ever-intensifying pleasure, moaning, her tongue actually dropping out of her mouth at several points during the sex, unfurling to an incredible length.

"Isn't it better when you're a good girl?" Mabel asked, during one of Joan's orgasms.

I was pretty sure she picked the timing on purpose, because Joan did - in fact - nod in response. She seemed ready to say something when she came down to correct the record, but Mabel just stuffed her fingers into Joan's mouth, playing with her tongue and palate in a way that was obviously pleasurable for the Pokegirl.

"Good girls get rewarded," Mabel said, as she managed to bring off Joan with oral stimulation right in front of me, giving an absolutely beautiful show.

When I started to finally run out of cum - orgasming north of ten times in Joan, combined with the times I'd come already - Joan let out a long sigh and shook her head. "Wow. That's all you have? Fourteen orgasms before I have to reload you again?" She shook her head in annoyance, and Mabel looked quite displeased herself. Still, she popped off my cock and leaned down, breathing heavily on my sagging length and rejuvenating me in the process.

"Thank you, Joan. Now, go eat breakfast. You never ate what I made for you."

"What? It's gonna be stale by now," Joan said.

"Then put it in the microwave," Mabel said, without sympathy.

Joan rolled her eyes and looked at me. I shrugged. "You shouldn't have left it out for so long."

"You made me suck your dick," she said. "Then you made me come in here and watch you fuck Mabel. Then you-"

"If you'd asked, I'd have let you eat. Maybe you could've drooled out my cum on your pancakes. Now go, before it gets staler."

Joan huffed - but left. Mabel smiled as she watched her go, then got atop me herself, smothering me in her bosom with delight as she rode me, softly running her fingers through my hair. When Joan got done eating, I made her get down between my legs and rim me, as Mabel lovingly rode my cock and made me come again and again.

It was a great weekend, all in all. Joan still was her normal bitchy self at the end of it, though, so she had to sleep on the couch while I snuggled into bed with my buxom teacher. It was fun, seeing her little pout - and Mabel didn't even bother to go fetch her before she started her morning blowjob, meaning it was a purely loving, pampering blowjob, without any of Joan's masochism and intensity in it.

At school that Monday, I handed Joan over to Rachel. "Do you have cum in your mouth again?" Rachel asked her Pokegirl.

"No," Joan said, with a sigh.

"I hope you enjoyed her," Rachel said. "I'm doing my best to make you happy, you know."

"I know. I appreciate it," I said, idly eyeing her up as she stood there, considering just taking her to some side room and fucking her. She waited patiently, clearly ready for exactly that possibility, but I eventually decided against it. I was a bit exhausted from a whole weekend spent fucking Joan's brains out and having my brains sucked out through my cock by Mabel. Besides, I could fuck Rachel after school was over, in Ms. Mayberry's office, if I still felt like it. There'd be more time to really enjoy her that way. "See you later," I told her, and we went our separate ways.