Taylor’s first thought when she walked into the sun-drenched apartment was “These girls are way cooler than me.”

The apartment belonged to Amber, a Black girl with a nose ring and impeccable Bohemian style. She was tall and self-assured, and when she greeted Taylor, it was with a radiant smile and a warm hug. Bracelets dangled from her wrists, and a flowing, patterned dress hung from her hips.

Her hair was wrapped in rainbow cloth, and her apartment basked in the green of a hundred plants.

“Come in, come in! You can leave your shoes at the door.”

Self-consciously, Taylor kicked her ratty boots beside a cute pair of flats. A pink handbag hung from a hook on the wall, so Taylor left her backpack there too.

“Do you want wine?” Amber yelled from around the corner.

“Uhm. Okay.” Taylor said, following her voice.

There sat Jewel, the petite Chinese girl with the purple shoulder-length bob. She sat at the couch in her tight crop top and baggy pants, a half-finished glass of Chardonnay in her hand.

“Hi.” Taylor said, bashful. “Sorry I’m late. I had, uhm, class.”

“All good!” Jewel said. “We were just chatting. But we saved the juicy stuff ‘til you got here.”

Amber handed Taylor a drink. It sloshed in the glass, so she took a small sip to calm her nerves. These girls seemed so cool, with their stylish fits and their careless auras, and Taylor could barely believe that she was apart of the trio.

She wasn't tall and graceful like Amber, or lean and athletic like Jewel. She was just Taylor, the white girl with a doughy body and too much anxiety. Even though she shouldn't have, she wondered guiltily what Howard saw in her.

“I love your sweater.” Amber said, feeling Taylor’s scratchy vintage sleeve between her fingers.

“Thanks. It's my Mom’s.”

Taylor probably ruined the illusion by admitting that, but Amber had already moved on. She was putting together a charcuterie board, slicing cheeses and placing them decoratively alongside meats, grapes, and dips.

“Make yourself comfortable. The wine okay?”

“Yes, thanks.” Taylor took another sip and claimed an armchair across from Jewel.

“So you're in school?” Jewel asked, popping a grape in her mouth just as Amber delivered the board.

“Grad school.” Taylor said. “For, uh. Data science. Boring stuff, really.”

But Jewel seemed impressed anyway. “Wow, smartie! I'm in marketing. It’s brainless. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“She makes the world worse one ad at a time.” Amber piped in, and Jewel laughed.

“Guilty! I’m a total sell-out. So is that how you met Howard? At school?”

Jewel dropped the name so casually, like Howard wasn't the man that, for the last six months, all three were dating. The discovery was still fresh, too. Amber had only sent screenshots of the texts that proved it yesterday.

“He’s in the psychology department there, yeah.

He never taught me, but we met at an event. A networking thing.” Taylor tried to match Jewel’s nonchalant tone, but her voice shook anyway.

“Let me guess.” Amber said, sitting next to Jewel. “He hit on you.”

“All night.” Taylor admitted with a blush. “By the end, he talked me into one date.”

Amber shook her head knowingly. “Yep. He was a regular at the place where I barista, and… same thing. Non-stop flirtfest. After enough daily visits, I caved. What about you, Jewel?”

The slim Asian licked some stray hummus from her finger. “We met at the gym. Wouldn't stop staring at my ass, but, I dunno. Once I talked to him I thought he was kind of charming. Guess I should have gone with my first gut feeling.”

“That's on us, isn't it?” Amber agreed. “Never thought I'd date a two-timer. Or... Three-timer, I guess. No wonder he was always so fucking busy!”

All three shared in a laugh. In the company of her boyfriend’s other girlfriends, Taylor began to feel surprisingly at ease. If they, like her, were still raw from the betrayal, they didn't show it. And that made it easy for Taylor to set her emotions aside too.

These beautiful, cool women weren't her enemies. Or her competition.

We probably have a lot in common, she thought.

“OKAY. So wait. I have to ask.” Amber said slyly.

“Did you guys... let him try it on you?”

The mood in the room turned.

Taylor glanced to Jewel, who returned a nervous wince. Clearly, they both knew what Amber was talking about. And based on the pregnant pause, neither one wanted to answer.

Amber was asking about the trances. The hypnotherapy sessions that Howard was so keen on.

And embarrassingly enough, Taylor did let him try it. In fact, she indulged Howard’s whole hypnosis thing just one week into their relationship. Hypnotherapy was Howard’s professional field, after all.

“I thought it was only for like, quitting smoking.” She had told him.

“Of course not!” Howard laughed. “It's a tool with so many applications. It can benefit everybody!”

Taylor was pretty stressed with her workload. If hypnotherapy could ease some of the pressure, didn't she owe it to herself to try it?

“Watch the pen.” He said in their first session, waving that iridescent pen slowly and slowly and slowler in front of her. “Watch it.”

And she did, for ten minutes, feeling like an idiot for entertaining this. And then for twenty minutes, breathing slowly, as slow as that metallic, shining pen. And then… Thirty minutes… Feeling…

Relaxed…

The pen, leaving ghost trails behind it, but moving so…

Slow.

Then he snapped, and Taylor woke to alertness, feeling—

“So good.” She’d told him. “That was so good.”

But she couldn’t be sure that Jewel and Amber would say the same. What if Taylor was the only one of the who caved? Before trying it herself, she thought hypnotherapy was fucking stupid. If Amber and Jewel still felt that way, it would be so embarrassing.

But Jewel wore a thinly veiled smile, and somehow, Taylor knew that she wasn’t the only one in this room that experienced Howard’s trances.

Seeing their reactions, Amber laughed and broke the silence. “Me too, me too!” She said. “I mean, you gotta at least see what it’s all about, right?”

“Right!” Exclaimed Jewel, outwardly happy for the validation. “He wouldn’t stop bugging me about it! Eventually I was like, fine!”

Taylor sighed in relief. So she wasn't alone, after all. We DO have a lot in common, she thought again, and the notion comforted her. Made her feel even more at ease.

“Can I tell you guys a secret?” Taylor ventured. “I kind of liked it...”

Taylor didn't know what to expect. The anxious part of her braced herself for scandalized gasps. But ever since her sessions with Howard, the anxious part of her was getting easier to ignore.

“Okay, thank God!” Amber said. “Me too! I was skeptical as hell, but, props to him. Hypnotherapy works. At least, it’s relaxing as fuck.”

“I know, right?!” Jewel said. “I didn’t think I would, but...”

Her voice drifted, ever so slightly.

“I just love going into a trance for Howard.”

Amber and Taylor sighed wistfully with her, and all three stared off into nothing.

The girls exchanged more laughs, surprised their our own candidness. Taylor didn’t think any of them meant to admit just how much they liked Howard’s trances, but she was glad for them to be on the same page. They were bonding, and that would make their revenge all the sweeter.

“That’s going to be the one thing I miss.” Amber said. “Well. That, and...”

“The sex!” Jewel said.

Amber sighed. “God, the sex was good.”

A flash of memory hit Taylor. Howard’s hands around her wrists, pinning them to the wall. She begged, “Please, please, please, please!”

“Okay. So. Uhm. Revenge.” Taylor said, trying to get them back on track. Jewel and Amber looked a little wistful, with far-off expressions that needed serious reeling in.

“Right.” Amber said. “Sorry, I don’t know why I brought up sex. We’re supposed to be plotting revenge. Not like, reminiscing.”

Jewel laughed. “Yeah. Whoops.”

Taylor swallowed the rest of her wine. “It’s okay. We all seem to have a lot of common, so it’s only natural that we…”

Together, the three finished the thought in chorus. “Love sex with Howard.”

They clapped their hands over their mouths, each stifling some version of a shocked smile. The tree made a triangle, and their eyes danced between each other, silently communicating the obvious question of, “Did that just really happen?”

Then, they broke into more laughter.

“Guess we really do have a lot in common.” Jewel said.

Taylor’s cheeks started to hurt from smiling. She liked these girls.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay!” Amber snapped a few times, grabbing their attention back. “So I was thinking. About the revenge. So, he normally comes here on Saturdays--”

“Ugh.” Jewel scoffed. “He told me he volunteers on Saturdays.”

Taylor winced. Howard gave her the exact same line. And when she had the audacity to question him, he’d say something like—

“Don’t you trust me?”

And she did trust him. She trusted Howard about everything. She remembered coming out of one trance thinking how lucky she was to be with a guy that she could be so vulnerable with. That she could go under for him, and never have to worry about being taken advantage of.

“Me too. Volunteering on Saturdays. At a fucking shelter.” Taylor added to Jewel’s story.

She always wished she could see him on Saturdays, because that was when she had the most free time. Their week night dates always went by so quickly, especially when she spent half that time in a blissful trance. A blissful trance that she would gladly give a whole Saturday to, if only he wasn’t busy. And then after that, because it was a weekend, they’d have aaallll night to--

Hands around her wrists. Pinned. While she squirmed, begging for his--

“Unbelievable.” Amber said. “No. He's not volunteering at a shelter. He’s at my place, pretty much every week. Sometimes we go out for dates, but mostly we hang here and--”
Amber bit her lip, catching herself bringing the conversation back to sex. “--You know.”

“Fuck.” Jewel said.

“Yeah.” Amber sighed, sinking a little deeper into the couch.

Taylor wondered if Howard pinned Amber to the wall the way he did her. The leggy Black girl had such a nice waist, and Taylor bet she would look really good bent over instead.

“And then he goes from your place to mine.” Jewel said, disgusted. “Sunday morning. And then we...”

“Fuck.” Taylor whispered, picturing petite, hard-bodied Jewel on her back, writhing, tensing, moaning--

Amber rolled her eyes. “When he’s supposed to be taking care of his Mom. At least, that’s what he told me he was doing. And I…” Amber blinked. “Trusted him. Trusted Howard.”

Jewel and Taylor nodded. “Trust Howard about everything.

They all swayed, losing focus, as if a pen was swaying in front of them. Taylor could almost see it leaving ghost trails, a hundred pens, each reflecting different colors.

“And Taylor, I bet he sees you during the week.” Amber said, breaking the spell.

Taylor shifted, uncomfortable in the spotlight. That was true, and five days seemed like an awful lot compared to Amber and Jewel’s one each. And yet, it hardly felt like any time at all.

“Mostly in the off-hours. After classes, or... Between them, sometimes.”

Really, it was whenever Howard called. Recently, she even started to skip class just to get more time with him. But Taylor didn't want to seem desperate in front of the girls. Looking back, he was clearly using her for work quickies, and she felt so stupid for it. What kind of relationship happened mostly in the confines of someone’s office?

“Well there's no way he has a fourth girl.” Jewel said dryly. “Unless there's an eighth day of the week we don't know about.”

The joke provided much needed relief to the growing tension. It was a little uncomfortable, confronting the fact that Howard had been lying to them so blatantly. Especially when they—

Trusted him.

And it was even stranger to have direct confirmation about him fucking other girls. Girls who were so pretty. Jewel with her dyed hair and flat abs, and Amber with her flawless skin and long legs. They were both such—

Pretty girls.

“Okay, so Saturday.” Amber said decisively. “You two come here and we all three surprise him.”

That sounded like a good idea. Surprise Howard. Taylor loved to surprise Howard, like when she shaved her privates special just for him. He was so surprised by that, which was a huge relief, because doing it was so out of her wheel house.

“Yes!” Jewel jumped in. “We all pop out and… Surprise, bitch! Busted!”

Amber laughed heartily, tilting her wine glass back and forth. “Suuurrpriiiise!”

Taylor shivered. This felt like the right track. No matter what they did, it should be together, as a big surprise.

“But then what?” She asked.

That couldn’t be it. They couldn’t just dump him and be done with it. There had to be more.

They sat in silence, thinking. An iridiscent pen floated across Taylor’s field of view. Even the memory of the pen relaxed her, so she followed it as it drifted left and right. Left and right. Left and right. Deeper. Deeper.

“And then we… I don’t know, kiss a little?” Amber suggested.

Taylor blinked. “Wait, what?”

She pictured Howard arriving to Amber’s apartment only to find his three girlfriends kissing. That would certainly be a surprise. He’d be absolutely, positively--

“Delighted.” Howard said when he saw Taylor’s freshly shaved pussy. “I'm delighted. You've done so well, darling.”

She’d quivered at the praise. Taylor didn't like looking so bare and exposed down there. But if Howard liked it...

“Kissing.” Jewel repeated slowly. “Each other.”

“Like a... ‘Look what you fumbled’ kind of thing.” Amber explained. “I don't know, I'm spitballing!”

Jewel took a stab at reasoning it out. “Three hot chicks, and you’ll never touch us again.”
Amber clapped. “Exactly!”

Taylor wanted to add something to the conversation, maybe even temper the kissing idea with the unfortunate reality that she was dead straight. Except-- Jewel said three hot girls. Not two hot girls and a plain, tired grad student. Three.

It made her feel warm inside.

“So Howard walks in. We’re standing there. We kiss.” Taylor said, going along with the idea for now. They were only brainstorming, anyway.

“And then...?”

“Well, obviously he’s surprised.” Amber said.
Even if incomplete, that answer went a long way. As long as Howard was surprised, it would go well. It was really important that they surprise Howard.

Jewel twisted her empty wine glass in her hand. “Surprised, and hopefully embarassed. Probably a little turned on.” She set down the glass.“We’re trying to turn him on, right?”

Amber toyed with the neckline of her dress, almost tugging down at it. “Why not? We should tease him, right?”

Jewel nodded slowly. “Right. As revenge.”

Amber pulled her hand away from her chest abruptly, realizing it was there with transparent embarrassment. She coughed into her hand.

“And, anyway, it shows that we’re all united. Guys hate it when their side pieces get along.”

“That makes sense.” Taylor said, even if she was still nervous about the whole kissing girls thing.

She recalled Howard questioning her on that very subject.

“You’ve NEVER experimented with girls?” He asked while tracing his fingers along her waiting thighs. “Not even in school?”

“N-No!” Taylor shuddered.

“So then we definitely kiss.” Amber said, inturrupting the memory. “And the hotter we make it look, the crazier it drives him. We gotta show that we really get along.”

As the girls polished off the charcuterie board, they were doing a lot of finger sucking, smacking their lips, and licking. Taylor could handle kissing them, she decided. Just a little bit, for a revenge-prank.

The girls did have nice lips. Jewel’s were glossy and delicate, and Amber’s a deep, pillowy plum.

“You SURE you don't like girls?” Howard had asked, tracing his finger up and down her wet slit. “Not even a little bit?”

“Y-yes...” Taylor answered, squirming. Why was he pushing this? She liked men. She liked him. And right now, she need him to-- to touch-- to enter--!

Howard’s finger retreated. “How about I put you into a trance, then?”

“Okay...” Taylor whimpered.

She didn't see the relevancy to what they were talking about, but she never turned down a trance from Howard. She just loved going into a trance for Howard.

“So he walks in. We start kissing. And he’s SO surprised.” Amber reviewed. “It's a good start, but how do we twist the knife?”

“We need to SAY it's over.” Taylor said, pointing out the obvious. In all this brainstorming, they never actually addressed the timing of the break-up. “Something like--”

“--You're never gonna hit these pussies AGAIN, you fucking cheater.” Jewel finished, having fun with it.

Amber smiled broadly. “YEEES, Jewel! And I can just, grab your face and stick my tongue in your mouth.”

Jewel giggled. There was an excited glimmer in her dark eyes, and her lips looked oh-so glossy.

“That would drive him crazy.”

“Get him hard.” Taylor interjected, without quite meaning to.

“Get that big dick of his nice and hard.” Amber sighed.

Taylor was warm. And getting… wet? No, wetness was one thing. But she was getting horny. Her pussy felt empty.

“I just love Howard’s big dick…” Taylor, Jewel and Amber said in dreamy unison.

The pen swayed in Taylor’s imagination, multiplying, dancing with dark rainbow shimmers.

“Loved.” Amber corrected, wiping some spittle from her lip. “Loved his big dick. But no big dick is worth being cheated on.”

Jewel adjusted herself on the couch. Her hand had snaked its way under her waistband, and she removed it quickly. “Totally.”

There was something weird going on. Had they all just… zoned out? How long had they been sitting there? And why was Taylor so horny?

“Naked.” Amber said suddenly. “We get naked.”
Jewel frowned. “Huh?” She had such a sexy little face, Taylor thought, with that small mouth and big eyes.

“It’s like you said. We tell him, ‘You’re never gonna hit these pussies again, you fucking cheater.’ But like, he needs to SEE what he’s losing. So we take off each other’s—”

“Clothes.” Taylor sat in a beam of sunlight, and her sweater was starting to feel ungodly warm. It would be nice to be able to take off her clothes.

Amber nodded. “I say something like, ‘Bet you’re gonna miss this tight little ass.’ And then I kneel down and shimmy off Jewel’s pants. And I can spank it. Playfully.”

“While Taylor and I french.” Jewel said, lighting up.

“Yes.” Amber said. “There always needs to be kissing. To get him rock hard.”

“Horny.” Taylor corrected. “Make Howard horny.”

She sat in a fog of her own aroused musk. She smelled it, growing thicker and more earnest by the second. But maybe that was somebody else.

All three of the girls were squirming something fierce. Jewel sucked on a finger, though it was long cleaned from salt and jam, and Amber’s hands were back to her chest. She vacantly rubbed them up and down her body.

“I love making Howard hard.” They recited. “I love Howard’s big dick.”

As much as Taylor knew that they shouldn’t be talking so much about Howard’s dick, all she could think in the moment was how much the girls had in common.

Jewel’s eyes flitted nervously between the others. “Did he ever make you…”

Amber raised an eyebrow. “Beg for it?”

Taylor begged. Oh, did she beg. She begged for his cock at his very feet. And if she wasn’t begging for that, she was begging for a trance.

It seemed like the longer their relationship went on, the more time she spent begging.

Amber laughed. “He’s such an asshole, isn’t he? Yeah, he makes me beg. I swear I’m not usually a sub. It’s just—”

“I’d do anything for Howard’s cock.” Jewel finished, smiling dreamily and slipping her hand back into her pants.

Taylor closed her eyes. There it was again. The pen. Swaying.

“Howard’s cock is my world.” Amber leaned back into the couch. She pulled her dress to her waist, and smooth Black legs emerged. A high-waisted, satin thong hugged her mound between them.

Taylor wanted to get them back on track. Back to the surprise, or— No, the revenge. But the pen wouldn’t stop, and, unbidden, she muttered, “I will always submit to Howard’s cock.”

She slipped her hand into her leggings. Wet panties waited there for her.

They paused, each of them with their fingers resting still on their crotches. And they all began to rub.

“So we’re making out.” Jewel said, her wrist making circles against her pelvis. “We’re undressing each other. We’re showing off each other’s hot bodies. And... Kissing. A lot. Maybe kissing each other's bodies. What’s our exit plan?”

“We get him sooo hard. Soo horny for us. So he’s just desperate to fuck us with that big cock.” Amber said. Her fingers danced delicately over her satin mound. “Then, at his apex, tell him to… leave. Show’s over. Goodbye.”

Jewel furrowed her brow. “Right. When he’s at his horniest. When he’s so hard he could burst. We kick him and that big cock out of here.”

Amber licked her soft, kissable lips, and rubbed her panties faster. “Mmm... That BIG, haaaard cock.”

“Nnhgh!” Taylor stifled a moan. Even over her panties, she was so sensitive. And imagining Howard’s cock only pushed her further over the edge.

“But what if he-- he-- doesn’t leave?” She asked, fighting against her own pleasure. “I mean. He’s gonna be all horny. All rock hard and everything, thanks to us. And we’re gonna be naked. What if he thinks he can still get with us?”

“But… He can’t.” Jewel said. “We’re breaking up with him.”

“I know, but—”

Taylor pictured Howard pulling out that big cock of his. It swayed in front of her, like that metallic shiny pen.

“--It’s so hard to say no to Howard.” The girls recited together.

Jewel wiggled against the couch, tugging her pants to her ankles in a sudden hurry.

Meanwhile, Amber pulled her dress over her head. A soft pair of tits fell out, with wide dark nipples and sloped curves. She stood to slip her thong off with a shimmy of her hips, then plopped back onto the couch, legs spread wide to her shaved flowered lips.

Taylor fumbled with her clothing. The girls were getting naked, so she had to, too. They had so much in common, after all. She didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Jewel kicked her baggy pants to the floor, and pulled off her panties next, revealing a shaved little pussy equally smooth and wet. Her athletic tank-top went last, and her hardened nipples strained atop the modest mounds that made her tits.

Taylor’s layers came off. Her stupid, thick, scratchy sweater. Her leggings, so constricting on her thighs and ass. And the panties beneath, which were moistened to the point of uselessness. She pulled them off, shuddering at the cool air on her wet pussy. She unhooked her bra and chucked it, sighing in relief as her heavy breasts fell free. The girls stared at her rack, and Taylor burned, furiously ecstatic.

“Taylor, your tits are amaaaazing.” Jewel gasped.

Taylor’s skin tingled in excitement. She did have big ones. Biggest of the trio, although Amber’s were nothing to sneeze at.

“We HAVE to use those for the break-up.” Amber said. “We can oil them up and... Each suck on one.”

Taylor grabbed handfuls of them and squeezed. “Mmm, that’d be SO hot.” She squirmed, the sensitive flesh spilling through her fingers.

Now that Taylor thought about it, nobody else’s tits could envelope Howard’s cock like hers. And tit jobs were her favorite gift to give. She could kneel there for ages, forcing that cock between her overflowing funbags until he popped. It would be thrilling to make them a center piece in Howard’s surprise.

The girls’ fingers returned to their naked pussies, and they moaned softly.

“Guess we’re, uhm. Pretty comfortable with each other.” Amber said, laughing awkwardly.

Jewel laughed in return, but she didn't stop moving those fingers up and down her slit. “Yeah, sorry. Is it okay that I do this on your... On your couch?”

“Oh, totally!” Amber said. She slapped her pussy lightly between strokes and squeezed one of her tits. “I'm glad everyone's having fun. After all...”

They all spoke together, rubbing themselves a little faster. “The best way for girls to bond is to cum together.”

Taylor reassessed the scene of the three near-strangers. They were all naked, masturbating, and speaking in unison as if from the same script. And though it only made sense that cumming with the girls would bring them together, Taylor had never done anything like that before in her life.

Then she remembered telling Howard that too, in the twilight of one of her trances.

“That’s… Silly…” Taylor mumbled back to him. “Girls don’t… do that with each other…”

Howard shook his head sternly. “Maybe you just haven’t met any girls that you get along with enough, Taylor.” Then he snapped. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Eyes on the pen, honey.”

Taylor’s attention had strayed, and it felt like she was waking up, but then she looked back to the pen, and everything faded away.

“Um. Guys... do you think he like, did anything to us?” She asked her new friends tepidly.

Amber frowned, her fingers working eagerly against her clit. “Like what?”

The possibility of foul play was hard to comprehend. Taylor trusted Howard with her trances. But they couldn’t trust Howard about anything, now.

“Like make us... Compliant...” Taylor said.

“Compliant...?” Amber and Jewel echoed the word listlessly.

“Yeah, you know. Obedient...”

“Obedient...” They answered, rubbing rubbing rubbing away. Taylor rubbed herself, too. It felt like she was leading a chant. A trance. Taylor pulled another word out of thin air.

“Submissive.” She said.

Yes. All she had to do was say the word, and the girls would repeat it. And they did, in tandem. Because they were so, so, SO…

“SUBMISSIVE.”

The trio shuddered together, and more small moans escaped their lips.

“I just feel like if he wanted to, he could convince all three of us to… I don’t know.” Beg for his cock, Taylor thought. “Give him a second chance.”

In her worst fears, Howard wouldn't need to do much talking. All he had to do was take it out, and they would crumble at his feet. Compliant. Obedient. Submissive.

“But that’s ridiculous.” Jewel said. “He’s a cheater. A liar. And we’re doing this to humiliate him. I could care less about his...” Her long black lashes fluttered errantly, and she moaned, “Cooo-oock.”

“SUBMIT to Howard’s COCK!” The trio gasped, their fingers rubbing faster while they did. The words came twinged with pained pleasure, and they were in perfect unison.

“Okay, so— Nngh— we're all a little hung up on Howard’s cock.” Jewel admitted. “Because, let's face it, it's really good dick.”

“Gooooood dick.” Amber agreed. She slipped two fingers inside of herself, and her wet lips ate them up.

“The best dick.” Taylor moaned. She too was finger fucking herself now, and her pussy made wet, horny sounds.

Jewel pinched and tweaked at a nipple, writhing, her purple painted toes curling against the couch. “And going under for him is absolutely—”

“Amaaaaazing.” Amber moaned, pulling her fingers slowly out of her hot pink pussy. The deep Black digits glistened with her juices, and she offered then to Jewel who sucked them clean.

Jewel licked her lips. “But that doesn’t mean we’re— ooh fuck! Brainwashed.”

Taylor concentrated, searching for the words that could explain her hesitation. “Of course we’re not brainwashed. I'm only saying, we’re playing with fire teasing him like this. I don't feel in control around him. I feel like— ah! If he took it out— I couldn’t stop myself from— from—!”

“PLEASING Howard’s COCK!” They moaned together.

“I suppose we could... Toy with him a little more.” Amber said, lifting her legs higher and putting three fingers back inside of her. “If he takes his cock out. We could play with it. Stroke it, or...” She eyed Jewel, who was now sucking her own juice laden fingers. “Suck it.”

Jewel shuddered. “I'm a good little cock sucker for Howaarrd!”

“But not so he cums. Just enough to blue ball him.” Amber said seriously. She put a hand on Jewel’s cheek and turned the girl's head to face her. “You hear me?”

“Only suck him... A little.” Jewel sighed.

“Perfect…” Amber moaned.

Still playing with themselves, they stared into each other's eyes. Then, their tongues then found each other.

“Mmpphhh…” They moaned, the tall Black bohemian and the slim Asian punk, finding ecstasy in each other’s mouths.

“But... Wait...” Taylor mumbled.

To avoid backsliding right onto Howard’s cock, they were now planning to... Do it on purpose? That couldn't be right.

“MmmmMMM!!” Jewel moaned giddily.

Getting their attention was no use. The girls’ tongues were deep in each other's throats, exploring, swirling, and tasting. And now, grabbing each other’s tits, their free hands were between each other’s legs, too.

Need to… Object to the plan… Taylor thought, fucking herself silly to the sexy show. It’s a bad plan… A dangerous plan…

She envisioned the three of them playing with Howard’s cock together. Stroking and kissing and licking it until he was so close to cumming.

A stupid plan. A stupid, horny plan.

A plan that was so horny, Taylor’s imagination couldn’t help but run with it. She could show off one of her incredible tit jobs, and the girls could help, squeezing her mammoth jugs around Howard’s rod from either side, pouring slippery, shining oil into her warm soft crevices.

“Enjoy it.” She could say. “Because it’s the LAST time…”

A stupid, sexy, horny plan. And a fucking risky one, because…

Because he would want to fuck them. He would definitely want to fuck them. Howard wouldn’t settle for jizzing all over Taylor’s creamy tits when he had three wet cunts to choose from. Not that they were going to let Howard cum anywhere, Taylor reminded herself. No matter what, this needed to end with him single, under an ice cold shower.

Which, okay. If they weren’t going to let Howard cum, why not let him stick it in? If he pounded them a little, they might even score an orgasm or two out of him. And all they had to do was make sure he didn't blow his load first. Which, he definitely wouldn’t.

Howard was such a stud in bed.

Yes… It was a good plan. A sexy, sultry, searing plan. It put them back in control. Howard couldn’t throw off their revenge with his big, delicious cock, because getting their hands on his cock was exactly what they wanted.
And most importantly, it would make the surprise even juicier.

“C’mere, Taylor…”

Amber’s arm gestured invitingly with those bracelets still dangling off her wrist. The girls looked at her expectantly, spittle on their lips and chins. They were still half-entwined, Amber’s leg wrapped over Jewel’s so her sweet ass was half turned towards Taylor.

She smiled. “C’mon. We need to practice.”

“We NEED to practice for Howard.” Jewel echoed.

“Right...” Taylor mumbled.

She’d never kissed a girl before, and the plan depended on it. She needed to practice, just like she practiced everything for Howard. She practiced blowjobs. She practiced tit jobs. She practiced giving the right looks, and saying the right things.

Things like—

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease....” Because she had to beg the right way, with wrists pinned above her head, with her body held forcefully against the wall, babbling horny and needy.

The last time they had sex, when Howard entered her after what felt like an eternity of begging, he raised the pen in front of her eyes too. And she, with his cock filling her, gasped, overtaken.

In the present, Taylor’s knees sunk into Amber’s plushy rug, and she crawled towards two pairs of spreading legs. She felt herself drifting again, falling back into that mindless state that only Howard could put her in.

Even when fucking her, he put her there so easily. All it took was the pen, dangling in front of her face while his cock filled her. Those two things were supposed to be separate, the sex and the trances. But to be fucked and put under at the same time, when brought together, were so obviously one and the same. The ultimate bliss that only Howard could provide.

Above her, the other girls chanted something in quivering moans. Taylor would have joined them, but she was busy using her mouth, lapping away deep between a pair of Black thighs. She closed her eyes, and saw the pen.

I belong to Howard. She thought, not the for first time in her life.

“That’s right.” Howard said, waving the pen ceaselessly. Back and forth. Left and right. And as he did, his cock entered and left her in a steady rhythm.

“B-But— I don’t want to… belong…” Taylor quivered. All she wanted was for him to fuck her harder. Instead, he teased her with deliberate patience, swaying that pen in time.

“Shhh… Say it again. I belong to Howard. It’ll make you feel better.”

“I… belong… to Howard!!” Taylor moaned, opening her eyes to Amber’s apartment.

A head of shiny purple hair bobbed between her legs, and behind it swayed Jewel’s perfect ass. The girl’s tongue toyed with her folds, and when Taylor clenched her fist in ecstasy, it was around Amber’s fingers.

“I… Belong… to Howard…” Amber repeated at her side, then brought her lips to Taylor’s. Taylor accepted the Black woman’s tongue, closed her eyes, and—

“That’s very good, Taylor.” Howard droned in that low, even voice of his, waving the pen slowly, and fucking her even slower. “Now, pretty soon, you’re going to learn some things about me. Things that will probably upset you.”

“Uunnhh—!” Taylor moaned.

Howard’s cock was torturing her. She was so horny, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t even rock her hips to take him deeper. The pen swayed, so she couldn’t do anything but listen.

“But I’m going to need you to remember, when the time comes, all of your lessons. I promise that, if you do, everything will turn out okay. You’re all going to be so much happier together. Now, who do you belong to?”

At the time, Taylor didn’t know what Howard meant. Who all would he happier together? But she remembered gasping anyway, “You, Howard. You! I belong to you!” Because she would have said anything to get him to fuck her harder.

She didn’t think she meant it. But the moment she said the words, she felt them sink deep into her subconscious, alongside every other lesson that he’d taught her.

And now—

“We… belong… to Howard!” The trio chanted in a tangle of fingers and tongues. “We belong to Howaarrrdd!”

Taylor was cummimg, and she was making somebody else cum, too. Her fingers wiggled deep inside pink, throbbing flesh, soaked legs twisted and squeezed around her wrist, and she gushed, unable to hold it back, into someone’s suckling, slurping mouth.

The last thing Taylor remembered thinking before blacking out was that Howard was right. She and the girls were so happy together.

While she slept, she felt Howard’s fingers stroke her hair. “Good girl.” He told her. “You’ll truly be mine, soon. You and the others. Then we can all stop pretending…”

“Nnghh..” Jewel groaned.

She shifted upright, waking Taylor and Amber beside her. Taylor opened her eyes, and it felt like coming out of one of Howard’s trances. The apartment was cast in shadow, and through the tall windows the sky was dusk’s deep blue.

“That was... Fuck. Wow.” Jewel said, dazed. Her purple hair was a scraggly mess around her face, and she was still naked. “What... Happened?”

Taylor stretched. She felt so good right now, like all of her worries had been fingered and licked out of her. “We were planning Howard’s surprise, silly.” She too, was naked, and her skin bore sticky signs of dried wetness almost everywhere. She licked her lips, and her mouth tasted like sex.

Amber lovingly moved a strand of hair out of Jewel’s face. “His big surprise. Don’t you remember?”

Jewel strained to think. “Yes, but— Something’s wrong. I feel so weird, and— It’s so late.”

Jewel looked so cute with that worried little expression. Taylor just loved her. “We just got a little carried away practicing, is all.” Taylor reminded her. “Practicing the plan.”

“The plan…” Jewel sighed. “We’re still breaking up with him, right?”

Taylor and Amber shared a confused glance.

“Right.” Amber said. “The break-up. Definitely.”

“100%” Taylor echoed.

Actually, she’d forgotten entirely about that part of the plan. Her head still felt a little foggy, but it came back to her. The lying. The cheating. Fucking other girls without her. That was FOR SURE break-up worthy.

Except Howard’s transgressions DID bring Jewel and Amber into her life, so it wasn’t ALL bad. But yeah, Howard had to go.

“Okay, good.” Jewel sighed. “Just checking. Cause the plan got a little. Um. Complicated. I mean, all three of us together... Naked. Kissing…” She smiled, remembering the plan in full.

“Making sure Howard gets niiice and hard and horny so we can suck and fuck that big, big cock ‘til he’s about to burst.”

“Mmhmm.” Amber nodded encouragingly.

“It’s just. Something still worries me.” Jewel’s big doe eyes glistened. “What if he catches on? What if he knows we’re trying to blue ball him? What if after we put on our big sexy show for him, kissing and stripping and posing and teasing...”

Amber's eyes widened in horror, catching on to Jewel’s point. “What if after all that, he doesn't play along?”

“Yeah!” Jewel said, panicked. “What if he refuses to fuck us? How can we get our revenge if he doesn’t FUCK us??”

Taylor giggled. That was certainly a weak point in the plan. This whole thing was built on the assumption that Howard wouldn’t be able to resist his three, naked, oiled up girlfriends. But he was smart. Super smart. Like the smartest man that Taylor ever knew. He wouldn’t be so easy to trick.

Thankfully, she already had the answer.

“Isn't it obvious?” Taylor said, her pussy throbbing once more at the very idea. “We’ll just have to beg for it.”
The other girls relaxed. Together, their shoulders fell slack and their eyes glazed over, and they smiled.

Begging. Now there was something that they most DEFINITELY didn’t need to practice.

***

“Wow, Professor. That was amazing.” Krissie said when she woke up.

Howard slipped the device back into his shirt pocket. It burned hot from use against his chest, and he made a mental note that it would need charging.

“Oh, was it? I’m delighted.”

“Yeah, I feel so good.” The blonde cheerleader gushed. “What did you say to me?”

“Nothing, really.” Howard lied. “We mostly did breathing exercises. It’s a wonder what a little mindfulness can do for one’s physiological health.”

Krissie stretched. When her shirt rode up high above her tummy, Howard took a good look. She wouldn’t be bothered by a little ogling, he knew.

“I’ll say. Sorry I doubted you!”

“No apologies necessary. I know you came here with worries about your exam. But I hope, after this session, maybe you feel…?”

“Oh, yes! I was way overthinking things. I’m just not prioritizing this class enough. If I slack on some of my other work, I think I can pass this.”

“I trust you’ll do what you think is best.” Howard said, crossing the room to show his latest toy to the door. “Is there anything else I can help you with before you go?”

Before she made it out the door, she was going to invite him for coffee. And, right on cue, she did.

“Strictly professionally, I mean! To talk more about class.” Krissie added in a hurry. She needed to take this class more seriously, after all, and that would take some one-on-one attention.

Howard smiled warmly. “Always happy to indulge a student who… shows an interest.”
Krissie blushed. She was checking him out, and she did a bad job of hiding it. Howard wondered if she even knew she had an obsessive crush on him yet. In any case, she would figure it out tonight when she touched herself to fantasies of this meeting going very differently.

“Oh, uhm, perfect!” She said, flustered. “How about Saturday?”

Howard tsked. “Ah. Saturday I’ll be quite busy. Some friends of mine have a very special day planned.”

Krissie’s face turned downcast. She’d be discovering now just how badly she wanted this coffee date. And maybe, if she was smart, she’d be discovering how badly she wanted a second trance, too.

For the sake of drama, Howard rubbed his chin and played up thinking about his schedule. Saturday was no good, obviously, and Sunday would be very busy too. The toys would each need more trances to come to terms with their true place under his rule. And then he would want the rest of the weekend to enjoy the sordid culmination of his efforts.

Not that it mattered. He could suggest literally any date and time to his freshly tranced toy-in-progress. Krissie, he was certain, would be flexible.

Oh yes, he thought as he eyed her lithe gymnist's body from top to toe. She’ll be quite flexible indeed.

He grinned. “How about Monday morning?”