“Hun, I think we should use it again.” Tess said to Heath.

Outside, the first volley of raindrops started to pitter-patter on the ranch house roofing, and thunder rumbled in the distance. In the early days of their relationship, they always had sex during storms. It was an old ritual, one they hadn’t partaken in after years of child-rearing and bill paying.

So he knew what Tess had in mind, but he played dumb anyway.

“The Un-Ininhibitor?” He asked innocently.

It could be nothing else. Besides the storm, their college-bound daughter Alexis was out for the evening. For the first time in two weeks, the house was empty. And two weeks ago was the last time they used it, too.

“Yes, Heath. That.”

Tess wasn’t thrilled about using it. She didn’t particularly want to have sex tonight. Then again, she never did. That was the whole problem.

“Okay.” Heath said, trying not to sound too eager.

He wasn’t in the mood either. But when it came to getting the action started, relying on a cocktail of mind altering audio signals was less off-putting to him than it was his wife. All the device did was lower your inhibitions and boost your mood. And, as they discovered two weeks ago, it worked.

“Last time was kind of fun, right?” He reminded her.

“It was.” Tess admitted tersely.

But that didn’t mean she liked the idea of activating the steel scarlet cube and letting its soundwaves wash her bad mood away. Nobody in a bad mood wanted some machine to turn them happy and horny. Still, their sex life was dying. And she didn’t want that, either.

“We can do 15% again.” Heath suggested. “That was good.”

15% strength got them kissing. It got them honest-to-god making out. They never did that anymore. 15% let him say all the things he should have been saying their whole marriage. You’re so beautiful. I want you so much. You’re so fucking sexy.

And once they started kissing, the sex followed so effortlessly. She orgasmed while he was inside of her, and she told him that she loved him. Heath couldn’t ask for anything more out of the device.

“15%.” Tess agreed. “No more.”

The Un-Inhibitor scared her. 15% softened their minds and moods until they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s mouths. 15% had given them the best, most authentic sex since raising Alexis. And if, in the throes of their lovemaking, Heath suggested they turn the settings to 20%, Tess wasn’t sure if she would have said no.

At least, for safety’s sake, the limits of the cube maxed out at 50%. It was a prototype, after all.

But that worried Tess, too. Heath got his hands on this thing from an old college buddy. The guy blew through town, going across the country in nothing but a hatchback, doing God knows what for his work.

Apparently, it involved giving strange pieces of tech out. It was a gift, one that Tess wasn't sure of the legality of, and it was only because of the limiter in place that she even entertained using it.

Heath already had the cube out. It was heavy and cold, and a thick three foot cable hung from the back of it. On the bottom, in small inlaid text, it read, “Wheaten Dynamics.”

“We need a fucking power strip.” He grumbled, moving the bed away from the wall so he could plug it in.

It was little stresses like these that weighed on their marriage. Inconvenient outlet placements. Old, heavy furniture. Frayed carpeting. The way his stiff back yelled at him as he bent over to plug in the device, and how Tess didn't bother to help him push to bed back in its place.

He set the cube on their bedside table. A small digital display blinked alive on the front face. “POWER: 15%. RANGE: LOW. STATUS: OFF.”

“Anything you wanted to do before we turn it on?” Heath asked.

This was the unnerving thing about the device. It was unnatural to purposefully activate your own libido. Tess preferred spontaneous sex. Sex that occurred because she was in the mood, or something happened that made the moment feel right.

At least, she used to prefer it that way, she corrected glumly, before her sex drive all but died.

“Just do it.” Tess said.

She would be into it once the damn thing was on. Until then, she just had to bear the discomfort.

Heath clicked it on.

The low, warbling ringing that emanated from the box reminded him of a church bell, or those Tibetan singing bowls. Of course, there were a hundred other silent signals couched between the audible frequencies. Those, too, would work their magic on Heath and Tess’ minds until they were so involved with each other they’d no longer be hearing the thing at all.

But for now, they waited.

Neither felt very sexy right now. Their pajamas composed of old oversized clothes that draped shapeless off their bodies. Despite the Un-Inhibitor’s previous success, they wondered inwardly if it would work again.

How did the kissing even start last time? Tess tried to remember. Everything after they turned the Un-Inhibitor on was fuzzy.

“Screw it, I’m ordering a power strip now.” Heath said abruptly.

Why not? It was on his mind, and they did need one. They had enough hurdles getting in the way of sex without needing to move their bed every time, too.

He added a cheap one to the cart, along with a few other items. New toothpaste. Shampoo. Click, click, click. Buy, buy, buy. The total cost racked up, but with that nice ringing in his ears, Heath made it all the way to Check-Out with no hesitation.

“There.” He said.

Tess rolled her eyes. Why was he online shopping now? They were supposed to be... kissing or something. She wanted to get it over with, the whole inhibition-dulling thing, before she changed her mind about tonight. Except-- now that she thought about it-- Why would she change her mind again? They were already here on the bed, and Alexis was out at that party.

She could give it a minute longer. What was the rush? 

“Should probably have taken the cushions off the front porch. For the rain.” Heath added out of nowhere.

Tess laughed. He could be funny like that, with his mind wandering to house stuff at the most random of times.

Tess blinked. Did she just laugh? Just a minute ago she was feeling pretty dour. Now she was... smiling? And smiling felt a lot better than stewing in her own frustration.

“Not too late to go grab them.” Tess suggested.

“Nah. They’ll dry out eventually.”

Heath leaned back onto his pillow. Why sit up like that? They were in bed. Beds were made for comfort. And comfort was what he wanted. 

“What’s the matter? Worried I’ll start playing with myself when you’re gone?” Tess lay down beside him with a sly smile, and her eyes narrowed to a playful squint. She, too, saw no reason to deny herself the comfort of her own bed.

Now it was Heath’s turn to laugh. Was she flirting with him? It was an awfully bold provocation. 

“Think we’re gonna need higher than 15% to see that.” He said. “Maybe the full 50.” 

“Don’t even start!” Tess laughed. “Gosh, I don’t even want to know what it’s like that high.”

15% was perfect. She felt better already, settling into her comfy pillow and laying beside the man that she loved. And she did love him, even though the stress of work and life made it easy to lose sight of that.

“This is good.” She smiled warmly. “I like this.”

“Me too.”

Heath stroked her arm. She was so beautiful, with her messy, copper hair falling over her face. Even in her late thirties, her body had maintained its shape. She was a runner, after all, and though she didn’t do marathons anymore, her daily 5ks kept her figure toned and her legs strong.

They lay there like that, and the machine droned on, ringing around and around in low, sweeping frequencies. It was soothing. Heath traced circles on Tess’ freckled arm, and it raised the hairs on her skin.

Tess smiled. With the pendulous ringing in her ears, this did feel sort of spontaneous, in a way. The good mood may have been triggered by a box, but it was her good mood, damn it.

“I want to kiss you.” Heath said.

It was easy to be honest. Heath wanted something, and so he said it. Why was that so hard in normal circumstances? Why did he need a box to break down the barriers between his wants and actions?

Tess nodded. Kissing sounded so nice. They could put their bodies together, and she could entwine her legs with his. She used to love doing that. It wouldn’t even matter if it didn't lead to sex, as long as she could be held by her husband and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

“Then do it.”

Thunder boomed, the lights turned off, and the box fell silent with a static HISS.

Heath jolted upright. “Shit, the power. You okay?”

Tess sat up. Was she? It was eerily quiet now, even with the pounding rain outside, because the droning chorus that had been massaging their minds was gone.

“Uhm, yeah.” Tess said, re-adjusting to the fact that her emotions were her own again. Not that she was grumpy already, far from it, but she knew that without the aid of the signals, her more logical faculties would take the wheel. “Think so.”

Heath climbed out of the bed. “Let me grab a flashlight.”

BZZT!!

The power surged. The lights came back on with a bright flash, causing one of the bulbs to POP and burn out.

“Fuck, power surge.” Heath grumbled. It did that, sometimes, during storms. One of the many issues of their dated, aging home. “Well it’s back, at least.”

The Un-Inhibitor was back on, too. It WHIRLIRLIRLED, low and harmonious, filling the room again with its sounds. It sounds louder than before, Tess thought. But she was glad to hear it anyway, because the sounds were so relaxing, and they felt good to hear.

Tess realized she didn’t want to be done feeling good. 

Neither did Heath, it would seem. “Where were we?” He growled, and pulled Tess off the bed and into his arms.

Neither saw the settings on the box.

Tess giggled. He was so forceful, but it was kind of fun to be yanked like that. And she could hardly complain about the results, ending up pressed against Heath’s body, held tightly there by his arms. She smiled into his eyes and kissed him.

They kissed with tongue. Their lips opened of their own accord, and to taste each other’s warm mouths was a welcome sensation for both.

They swayed to the lovely sound of the Un-Inhibitor, that ceaseless WHIRLIRLIRL that really was quite loud. Heath thought about checking it, but he was making out with his wife, his beautiful, sexy wife, and ending that to do anything else felt fucking stupid.

Tess moaned into Heath’s mouth. The kissing was getting her a little horny, and she wanted to let him know it. She could tell that he was horny too, because she felt his hardness on her leg, and it filled her with an excited thrill.

They were definitely going to fuck tonight, she decided.

And at this rate, it would be sooner rather than later. His hands were already up her shirt. He rubbed her lower back, and she in turn rubbed into him, and she thought about how nice it would be if he started touching her ass.

They separated briefly for the shirts to come off.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Heath said, husky.

Tess’ trim figure stood in stark contrast to her clothes. Beneath that stupid baggy tee, her tits were still pert, perfect and plump. Her pale nipples were hard and pining, and Heath couldn’t stop himself from putting one in his mouth.

“Ooh, Heath.” Tess gasped.

That felt good. That felt really. Fucking. Good. Why did that feel so good, to have Heath’s hot tongue swirl in circles around her nipple, to feel him suck and tease and taste it to the tune of WHIRLIRLWIL? Her whole chest burned, and she breathed hard now.

She was making a sound, too. “Uuuhhnnuuhnnn....!”

She probably didn’t even realize she was doing it, Heath thought, because Tess never made sounds. Not even the last time they used the Un-Inhibitor did she let a long, whining moan like this escape her throat. He switched to the other nipple, sucking and licking it with equal enthusiasm, and Tess moaned at that, too.

The moaning was hot. His wife was so fucking hot. He loved her body, her tight ass and legs, her small hard nipples, her flat and toned tummy.

God, he couldn’t wait to sink inside of her wet, warm pussy.

He returned to her mouth, and she welcomed him there eagerly. Tess couldn’t remember ever being this horny. She wanted Heath’s cock, and the moment the thought crossed her mind she was saying it out loud, “God, I want your cock.”

She’d never said such a thing before. Tess didn’t talk dirty, but doing it now, with the WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL pounding at her head, was so easy. 

“I want your fucking cock.” She repeated.

“You want my fucking cock, you slut?” Heath rumbled.

Time stopped. 

In between it all, the word was a shock. Slut. Heath just called her a slut. Tess’ heart pounded. What was happening? He knew she hated that. He would never call her a--

“Wait— Heath—” She mumbled.

It wasn’t like this last time. He didn’t call her a slut, EVER. And they didn't rush into things like they were now, tearing their clothes off, driven by such sudden need.

WHIRLIRLIRLIRL.

The machine. There was something wrong with the machine. It was too loud.

She tapped Heath on the shoulder and pointed to the night stand. “Look!”

There sat the sleek, scarlet cube. But on its face, the digital display read different. “RANGE: MAX. POWER: 100%. STATUS: ON.”

“Shit. The power surge.” Heath jolted towards it. “Must have fucked with the settings when it came back on.”

“Turn it down!” Tess gasped.

It was still going, filling their heads with that WHIRLIRLIRL, and if it went on much longer—

Heath tapped violently at the touch controls. “It’s stuck.”

“But it’s not supposed to go that high!” Tess said uselessly. “The limiter!”

“I know!” Heath’s heart pounded in his head, and he flipped the box around looking for anything else he could press. Inlaid on the bottom, the words “Wheaten Dynamics” taunted him.

“Fucking Jeffrey...” He grumbled.

He should have known better than to trust a guy he hadn’t heard from in decades. It was just like Jeffrey to show up out of nowhere, all smiles and charm, but pawning off sketchy, broken machines. “Completely safe,” my ass. Heath thought. This wasn’t beta testing. This was fucking Guinea Pigging. And now Jeffrey was off to who-knows-where. Heath didn’t even know where his mysterious company was based.

“Oh fuck, Heath, it’s making me really horny.” Tess whined, not sounding like herself.

Heath poked more at the buttons to no avail. The numbers were fixed at max, and so close to the source, the noise was LOUD. It made it hard to think— made it hard to think about anything but—

“Me too, babe. Sorry— I don’t know how this—”

“Unplug it!”

“Fucking thing—”

The damn cord was tucked way back behind the bed. He had to move the whole thing just to plug it in, and now she wanted him to move it again.

After she—

After his fucking sexy wife had gotten him so fucking hard, kissing and rubbing him like that. And she was sitting there on the edge of the bed with her tits out and her face flushed with lust.

“You need to— ngh— get off.” Heath groaned.

“Uh huh.” Tess said softly. “Right. Get off.” 

Getting off would certainly release some of the pressure. She was so fucking wet and horny, and she couldn’t stop thinking about cock. She needed to get off— to get her horny pussy off—

“Maybe I’ll just… touch myself a little bit while you fix it, then.” She said in a low and husky droll.

Heath searched for a power button, or a factory reset button, or something, while his wife pulled off her shorts and lay back on the bed with her legs raised.

He’d never seen her so shameless. With knees spread, she rubbed the outside of her engorged cunt and grabbed one of her tits.

“Oooohhh, Heath, that’s gooood….” She moaned.

“Fuck, Tess. I can’t focus with you doing that.”

Besides giving him quite the view, she was also still on the bed, which he needed to move if he was going to unplug the device and put a stop to all this RINGING. It echoed heavy in his head, making every movement cumbersome and difficult.

Tess breathed heavy. “Sorry, baby. I’ll stop in a… in a second.”

But despite what she said, Tess couldn’t bring herself to stop. Masturbating was too easy to do. She only had to touch, touch, touch, and then her pussy did the rest of the work. If Heath wanted her to stop, he’d have to shut off the Un-Inhibitor like he was supposed to.

Except, instead of doing that— He was taking out his— Oooh, fuck.

Heath grabbed hold of his cock. He might as well, if Tess was going to play with herself like that. The hard flesh felt hot in his hand, and when he pumped it, it pumped ecstasy through him. He couldn’t take his eyes off Tess, whose sex was splayed bare before him, and in turn she stared enraptured back at him.

They’d never masturbated together like this before, but they both found it absurdly hot. 

So THAT’S how he likes it stroked, Tess thought. 

Her heart pounded and her head rung. The Un-Inhibitor’s sound had made quite the home there, filling it with warm undulations. And it felt good to be filled. The ringing didn’t sound so loud anymore either, not now that she was used to it. And if it went on much longer, Tess was pretty sure she’d soon forget all about it.

But Heath wasn’t fixing the damn device. Instead he just stood there, stroking that big, hard, beautiful cock of his. How could he fix anything when he had that thick, throbbing meat in his hand?

Under her butt, the bedsheets got cold. Tess was leaking, forming a big and saturated puddle where she lay, but she hardly cared. Her pussy was starting to feel really good now, her wet pussy, her horny pussy, her slutty pussy, and so she shoved some fingers inside of it. Her feet dangled high in the hair, lifted over her head while she attacked her wanting cunt, and she thought how she must look like such a slut right now.

But she didn’t really care about that, either.

Heath pumped it, his hard and needful cock, his manhood, his fuckrod. He needed to use it, to fuck something, to pound something. And Tess was right there, all but giving him the red carpet to her glistening slit.

Tess could tell what he was thinking. “Heath, baby—” She whined, searching for the words. “Don’t—”

She’s saying no, Heath thought. The normal Heath would take that for an answer. The normal him wouldn’t push it.

But maybe that’s why they never fucking fucked.

“One round and then off it goes.” Heath bargained, setting down the cube. “Don’t you wanna?”

Of course she wanted to. Tess was overwhelmingly horny, and only getting hornier. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be slow, romantic, and emotional. Not whatever this was, with these lurid desires worming their way into their heads.

Don’t you wanna? Her answer was too complicated to put into words, so instead she removed her dripping fingers from her pussy and sighed,“Yeeesss…”

An old, irrelevant part of her wanted to tell Heath to be gentle, but that was drowned out by the ringing in her head.

“Do me nice, baby.” She said, trying to communicate it. “Do me nice and... And good....”

“Fuck yeah, I will.” Heath said under his breath.

She could tell he wasn’t getting the message. He was gonna rail her. He was gonna rail her so hard with that thick cock.

Tess spread her legs wide in the air, pulled open her hungry pink lips, and braced herself for the good hard fucking she knew she really wanted.

Meanwhile, the room whirled loudly with half-forgotten bells.

***

For Alexis, the night was a bust.

The storm came out of nowhere, and it ruined the end-of-summer bash at Katie Singer’s barn. For the devoted partiers, one leak had been acceptable, and two or three were workable. But once more water began to stream down than they had buckets, they had no choice but to call it.

“Shit.” Alexis said.

The road was a dark and twisting one, and when she turned the latest bend, a half-downed tree waited for her.

She navigated carefully around it, and winced at the scratching of branches on her passenger’s side. Her Dad was going to kill her for that, but he could be grateful that she made it home at all. The storm was still going strong, and even with her wipers at max power, she hardly saw a foot in front of her.

She couldn’t wait to go to the city. A lifetime in Pennsyltucky had instilled her with a strong distaste for rural life, and no amount of summer barn parties could paper over that. Small-town gossip and perilous wooded drives were simply too maddening.

She should have texted her Mom that she was on the road. She could die out here tonight. Hydroplane right into the woods and go tumbling down the steep hills, and nobody would know she was missing until tomorrow morning.

Or maybe she should have stayed over at Katie’s. The brash blonde invited her, even citing all of the leftover booze that would need drinking. It would be safer, too, Katie reasoned, than Alexis hitting the road.

But beneath all that, Alexis knew the real reason for the invitation. As the only two bi girls in their miniscule, back country town, they were each silently aware of the other’s orientation, and tonight was the last chance to do anything about it.

Katie Singer, evidently, did. It was obvious from the way she caught Alexis’ slender wrist, from how her eyes flirted with Alexis’ lips, from how she coyly but confidently dictated that Alexis should stay.

Katie wanted to hook up tonight.

And maybe Alexis did too. But she departed anyway, giving some line about her parents would be worried.

She’d never been with a girl before, and the curvy braided blonde in cowboy boots, as attractive as she was, intimated her. If Alexis got naked with a girl, would she even know what to do? Guys, at least, were easy. They had a big hard thing that they were thrilled for you to touch in any capacity. Girl parts were delicate and confusing. Hell, Alexis could barely get herself off on a good day.

She clenched the wheel and sighed. At the very least, she was through the hazardous part of the drive. Home was just around the corner, and Alexis couldn’t wait to quietly, and probably a little angstily, decompress.

She wondered what her parents were up to.

***

Alexis' parents were blissfully losing their minds.

The Un-Inhibitor was too strong, and it still wasn't done battering their inhibitions away into nothing.

In fact, it wasn’t done malfunctioning, either. The power surge completely fried not only its safety limiter, but its internal one, too. And so the number on the display ticked upwards to “114%.”

As it happened, Heath pounded into Tess from behind with loud slaps of flesh.

“You like that dick, don’t you??”

“YES!!”

“You like my fucking COCK??”

“YYEEESS!”

Tess felt like an animal. A wild, sexy animal in the throes of a violent heat. Heath wasn’t just fucking her. He was taking her, using her body for his pleasure. And it was—

—Amazing, Heath thought. Tess’ pussy was amazing.

This view of her ass was amazing, too, so he spanked it with one, crisp hit of his palm. It was an impulse decision, because she had such a spankable ass. But— Oh fuck— He probably shouldn’t have done that—

Because Tess didn’t like it when—

That was hot, Tess decided the moment Heath’s palm made contact. Really fucking hot. She felt like a dirty slut for even admitting it, but she liked being dominated like this. She liked being spanked.

“Again!” Tess gasped. “Harder!”

Heath knew this couldn't be his Tess talking. The Un-Inhibitor had done something to her. The woman who once preferred tender missionary had turned into a wanton, needful--

Depraved, mindless--

Sexy, spankable--

SPANK! He hit her again, and the slut actually fucking whimpered. Oh fuck. He liked this. He really liked this. He could do this all fucking night.

“Take it, you slut!” He hissed.

“Uh huh!” Tess moaned.

She was a slut. There was no getting around it. Why fight what felt so good to admit? What was wrong with being a dirty, cockdrunk slut every once in awhile? Her body was fucking singing right now, and every thrust of Heath’s cock pushed her to new highs. She could ride this wave forever.

And then he spanked her again.

“I'm gonna cum, babe! Oh God, I’m-- cum--!”

The orgasm was full-bodied. It reverberated through her like the voluminous bells. The bells-- The-- Fuck! They were doing something to them. Making them hornier, or something. Her head swam in them, but all she could think was how much she loved cumming on cock.

Somewhere in the house, a door slammed.

“Shit. It’s Alexis.” Heath said.

Tess heard it too. Alexis rummaged and clattered from down the hall, while she, her mother, lay sweaty and sticky in a wet spot of her own juices. Heath wasn't inside of her anymore, but his cock still stood glistening at attention.

“We should stop.” Heath said.

This was a wake-up call. Their daughter almost heard them having the loudest, sweatiest, raunchiest sex they’d ever partaken in. It was a miracle they’d finished just in time.

And wasn’t there something else going on that needed stopping? A noise—

Tess flipped to her stomach and looked up at him. Her pussy pulsated with the happy afterglow of her orgasm, and his glorious meat filled her vision.

“But you’re still hard, baby.”

“I know, but-- ngh--” Heath’s head rang, and his cock yearned for release. He’d been holding back his orgasm for Tess’ sake, and now it seemed like he might not get it at all, which was so unfair.

Tess clambered off the bed. “Use my mouth.” She said, kneeling.

She felt so free and weightless. The prospect of sucking cock no longer carried a single negative connotation, and her heart leapt at getting to try it without a lifetime of baggage. Tess couldn’t deny it. She wanted a go at sucking this thing. She wanted a cock in her mouth.

And they could do that without bothering Alexis, too.

Heath looked down at his wife. She knelt at his feet, looking up at him with those big hazel eyes, and she opened her mouth wide.

The Un-Inhibitor ticked up to 119%.

“Nngh..” Heath groaned.

He hardly saw the woman at his feet as wife anymore. His wife was a worrier with wry wit and a soft smile. His wife had wants and needs beyond sex. His wife didn’t kneel for him.

This was an open hole. A wet, outstretched plushy tongue, and a soft palate behind it. It went deep. Deeper than he’d ever considered, as far as blowjobs were concerned. He wanted to put his cock in there. He wanted to fuck that mouth.

Alexis could fucking wait.

***

The Hell is that? Alexis thought.

From her parents’ closed bedroom door, the sound of the Un-Inhibitor emanated through, bleeding into the kitchen where Alexis tossed her things aside and poured herself a cup of water.

Alexis, of course, didn’t know what she was hearing. It sounded like bells, circular and shifting, low and resonant, and it sank into her mind just as it was designed to. But she didn’t know what, even now, the 121% power would be doing to her buttoned up mind. 

Without thinking, Alexis kicked off her Converse sneakers and left them in the middle of the kitchen. She didn’t feel like putting them away, and they were getting uncomfortable anyway.

I SHOULD get comfortable. She thought. More comfortable. She was still in her barn party clothes of flannels and denim, and her hair had a tight bandana tied through it. All of it could come off.

She paused at the hall in front of her bedroom, and listened more to the mystery sound. Was it a… movie? Or some weird album? It just kept on going, constantly evolving, but never changing into anything else. And she could be imagining things, but now that she was closer to the room, she almost could make out a labored, heavy breathing.

And… something else. Something… wet?

Alexis entered her room and closed the door. The penetrating bells continued to ring, but those other sounds were silenced for now. And in her room, she collapsed onto her bed, kicking off her pants, not caring about the dust and dirt that they were probably caked in.

It was nice to be home, in the comfort of her own bed, out of that raging storm. Though, now that she was here, here mind returned again to Katie Singer’s offer. If she had stayed, they’d probably be making out right now. Katie was a brash personality. She wouldn’t have waited long to make a move.

WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL. That strange swirling spell kept on rolling, and Alexis unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it into the pile with her pants, so she was only left in her underwear.

Fuck. Why didn’t she stay? A girl making a move was exactly what Alexis needed, and when given the opportunity, she’d fled with her tail between her legs.

I could have been between Kaitie’s legs. Alexis thought glumly. The broad-shouldered blonde would have told Alexis exactly what she wanted. All Alexis had to be was willing to try. And she was willing to try. She was SO willing.

Now she was going to be the only bi girl at college who’d never licked pussy.

WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL.

But she didn’t have to be. Alexis grabbed her phone, feeling suddenly emboldened.

“Sorry I dipped. That was stupid. I know it’s a downpour out there, but… Come over?”

She sent it. Easily. Surprisingly so. It was like, as soon as the impulse came to her, she was doing it. Whatever safeguards she had to prevent such a thing, they weren’t up now.

“Holy shit.” She said. “I did that.”

Her heart pounded. She’d just invited a girl over to… hook up? Under her parents’ roof. That was crazy. Yet… She buzzed with tentative excitement.

WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL.

Her parents were in their own little world tonight, absorbed in whatever it was that was making that loud, sonorous sound. If she was lucky, they’d never even know Katie was there. The girls could, in the privacy of Alexis’ room, do whatever they wanted. And as bells pulsed into Alexis’ head, what she wanted grew increasingly vivid.

Alexis’ phone lit up to a text from Katie. “Well how about that. I’ll be over ; )”

Alexis closed her eyes and smiled. She was getting really excited. Not even a nervous excitment, but excited.

Her fingers danced over her underwear.

Yeah. She was getting that kind of excited.

She’d have to put some clothes back on before Katie got here, but now now, she could enjoy herself. She tickled again the cotton over her mound, spreading her legs ever so wider. 

Yes. She could play for awhile longer. She had time. And then when Katie got here—

Oh—! She was so sensitive already.

—And then when Katie got here— Oh yes— Mmm— Alexis would already be in the— Ah!

In the mood…

***

Tess sucked cock like a dirty fucking slut.

“That’s so fucking sexy, Tess.” Heath told her.

Tess shivered at the compliment. The encouragement came at just the right time, because the cocksucking had turned into a fucking a mess. Saliva and drool spilled out of her mouth, and she was making all sorts of embarrassing suckslobbering sounds. But Heath was enjoying it, which meant she could keep going, so she doubled down with a happy moan in her throat.

“Ooh, fuck you’re such a slut for this cock, aren’t you?” He growled.

The part of her that would have balked at the question was long gone.

“Mmhhmm!!” Tess moaned enthusiastically. 

“Fuck, I want your pussy again. Get back on the bed.”

“Fuck...!” Tess moaned.

She could never have imagined wanting more after that barn burner of an orgasm before. But all that cocksucking had made her horny again, and now that the idea was in her head, she could only focus on how empty her fuckhole was.

Her... Fuck. What did she just say?

The scarlet cube on the nightstand clicked to 132%.

“Do me...” She sighed, spreading her sticky legs for him. “Do me in my--”

There was another word. There had to be. Something else other than--

“Fuckhole.”

Fuckhole. That's what it was. A hole to be fucked.

With the Un-Inhibitor blasting away her filter, nothing else felt right. Not when getting fucked again was her main priority.

Except--

“But Alexis--” She said half-heartedly. Their daughter’s room was right on the other side of that wall. And she would be in there, reading, most likely. They should stay quiet, or go slow, or--

“I don't fucking care.” Heath growled.

His teenage daughter's name meant little to him now, not with Tess leaning back on her elbows, her naked body sticky and drippy, her legs opened shamelessly to her... What did she call it? Her fuckhole.

Mmm. Yeah. That’s exactly what it was. A wet, hungry fuckhole. He entered it again. 

“Uuunnhhh!” Tess moaned. She tried to he quiet, but with the way Heath was pounding her, and with the WHIRLIRLIRL sinking deeper and deeper into her head, it was an impossible act to maintain.

“Fuck me!” She gasped. “Fuck me in my fucking sluthole!!”

There was another good word, Tess thought. Words were fun, she realized, and they were more fun if they were dirtier. And saying stuff like that only made her husband fuck her harder, which was perfect, because--

“God I love your fucking fuckrod!!” She screamed. She loved it so much.

But she was being a little loud. Alexis was in the other room. Her teenage daughter who definitely, absolutely, shouldn’t hear her parents speak this way.

“Fuuuck meeeee!!!” She squealed anyway.

Fuck. She didn't care, either. She didn't care one fucking bit.

***

Alexis paused. Was that... Her mother?

The woman through the wall was moaning her head off, and the bedsprings were rocking something fierce now. She listened to the moans closer, and her heart sank.

Fuck. It definitely was. 

So this is what was going on beneath that ambient drone. Her parents were fucking. Loudly. And if they were trying to drown it out with those bells, they were doing a bad job. Their grunting and moaning, muffled as it was, cut through the noise like a hot knife.

Which probably meant Alexis should stop masturbating. Not that she was really masturbating. She was only teasing herself, brushing fingers up and down her slit with light strokes. She’d taken her panties off, yes, but she wasn't doing anything really bad yet.

It just felt good to tease.

But it would be weird to keep going when she could hear all this going on. These were her parents.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!!”

And amidst the animal exertions, they said things to each other, things that Alexis couldn't quite hear over the WHIRLIRLIRLIRL. But that was for the best. It's not like she wanted to hear what kind of dirty talk her parents engaged in. She didn’t want to hear any of this.

Distracted, Alexis accidentally slipped her index finger a little deeper than she intended to.

“Oooh...” She moaned, toying with her entrance. Things were juicy in there, and the intrustion caused a full body shudder.

She wiggled her finger slowly, letting it get further enveloped by her wet, aroused flesh.

She breathed, “Fuck...”

WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL, the chorus of chimes echoed. She could almost tune her parents out entirely, if she focused solely on that ringing. WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL. It didn't quite overpower the sex sounds, but it complemented them, and the rolling bells were so easy to get lost in.

And if she tuned out her parents, she could keep going. Which was good, because she’d teased herself for long enough, touching and stroking every inch down there except for her clit, and that sensitive spot screamed for attention.

WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL.

“Unh! Harder! Harder!” Her Mom screamed.

Oooh, stopping now would be a real test of will. Her clit really wanted it. 

“Take it, you fucking slut!" Her Dad’s muffled voice roared.

It sounded like a porno over there. A full-tilt, legs akimbo, jackhammer porn marathon.

SPANK! “AH!!!” WHIRLIRLIRLIRL.

Nobody knew it, but the box in the other room was at 145%.

Porn, Alexis decided. It was just porn. At least, she could pretend as much. And if she divorced her parents’ faces from the grunting and moaning and slamming and quaking, it was actually kind of hot to listen to. Alexis didn't watch much porn, but she was starting to see the appeal.

“Unh! Unh! Yes! Yes!” WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL.

She was starting to see the appeal of a lot of new things. Something about that ringing made her feel so relaxed and free, and the more she listened to it, the easier it was to enjoy the raunchy sex sounds, too.

She touched her clit-- Her clitty-- and--

THUD!!!

***

Tess was light. Heath picked her up with surprising ease and slammed her against the wall, rattling the framed photos that hung nearby. It was the wall to Alexis’ room, but he was well passed caring about that. He fucked Tess against it, drilling her from below, holding her ass as her lithe body twisted up and down his shaft.

The Un-Inhibitor rang on, and on its display, the digital numbers blinked, ticking up faster. The program inside was a runaway train, and the hardware churned, struggling to keep up. It read, “156%.”

She’s just a hole, he thought. A sluthole to fuck and use and enjoy.

He’s just meat, Tess thought. Fuckmeat to fill me and fuck me and make me feel good.

***

Alexis felt good, too. And now that she was masturbating properly, rubbing that engorged, demanding clitty of hers, she was only feeling better. Next door, the wall rattled, and she heard more clearly the words bleed through—

“Fuck my fucking fuckhole!” Her Mom screamed.

They were right there, right on the other side of the wall. Alexis turned red in embarrassment, but she couldn’t stop rubbing her own fuckhole— Her pussy— Her cunt— Her fuckhole—

The WHIRLIRLIRL spun around and around and around. She rubbed her horny clit in ecstasy, but inside she yearned for even more. She yearned for—

“Your cock!!” Her porno-Mom screamed. “Feels SO good!!”

Alexis didn’t want to hear about her Dad’s cock, not while battling empty-pussy cravings, not when her teen twat was getting such naughty ideas of it's own. To satiate herself, she slipped two fingers inside her tunnel and fucked herself fruitlessly, her hips lifted into the air as she grinded and humped and undulated.

If she could just cum, then she could wise up and put all this behind her. She was too horny now. Quitting was not an option. Not when her pussy was begging to eat up a third finger.

The wall pounded, THUD THUD THUD.

Cumming was the most important thing right now.

“Don't stop! Don't stop!” SPANK! “Not gonna fucking stop!”

She just needed to make her horny clitty cum.

THUD THUD THUD.

WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL.

The sound went on and on, and the moans of her parents got hotter and hotter and hotter to fuck herself to. God, why was it so hot to hear her mother get railed like a degenerate slut? Why were her reservations spiraling down the drain, leaving her head filled with nothing but pleasure?

Of course, it was because the Un-Inhibitor now ran at an unprecedented 174%.

175%.

176%.

“Uuuuunnhhh!!” Alexis whined. “Fuuuuuuck!”

She wasn't like this. She was a modest girl. A good girl. She masturbated once or twice a month, silently, under the covers, in the dead of night.

And when she had orgasms, she certainly didn’t—

“Aaahhyyyeeee!!!”

—Squirt all over the place, gushing gallons of fluid out in floods, all over her legs, onto her bed, on the wall. She shook, her fuckhole pulsating, undulating, cumming, in a way that she’d never experienced before.

180%.

It was soooo fucking awesome.

Alexis collapsed into her fluids. Next door, her parents were still going at it, screaming over the— What was it? Oh yeah. That noise. Alexis had nearly forgotten about it. She felt spinny, and… still horny. Yes, definitely still horny.

It was her damn parents’ fault. They just had to be having the most heart-pounding, pussy-pleasing, wall-quaking sex. Her Dad just had to be some marathon Adonis who could lay miles of pipe without busting, and her Mom had to be a super slut who could take it.

Alexis squirmed, losing her faculties to her second rising tide of lust. She had to do something about this. If this kept up, she’d be slapping her sluthole silly all night, squirting fire hoses of cum all over her bedroom.

She stood on weak legs, and they carried her into the hall.

***

“Can you guys be quiet!!” Alexis yelled, slamming her fist three times at their door.

“Uhn— Shit!” Heath nearly dropped his wife at the interruption.

It pained him to part from that precious, prick-squeezing fuckhole of hers, but his daughter’s voice brought him partially back to Earth. He slipped out of her, lowering her sloppily to the floor.

“Sorry, hun!” Tess called. “Daddy was just… railing me so hard!”

She didn’t know what else to say. It was the truth, and any sense of shame about it was killed somewhere between 110% and 120%.

Now, the Un-Inhibitor ran at 195%.

196%.

“Well it’s… distracting!” Alexis called through the door. Then she, too, found that her filter was an open sieve. “You’re making me sooo horny, I can’t stop playing with myself!”

Shit, why did I SAY that? Alexis thought. 

Despite Tess’ depraved state, she was still a parent, and at hearing her daughter’s predicament, the wires of her mother instincts and her un-inhibited lust got hopelessly crossed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Why don’t you come in and… and we can make you feel better.”

Heath’s cock twitched. What was his wife suggesting? And why, oh God, did the idea excite him?

“Wait, Tess—”

“You heard your daughter, Heath." Tess said to him in a hush. "She’s horny. We have to fix this. Be a good Daddy and step up for your daughter.”

A Daddy. Heath had to be a good Daddy. Except—

“Uhm. No thanks…” Alexis said, quieter than before. Heath and Tess had to strain to hear her over the… The what, again? The bells. “I don’t think I… I should.”

208%.

215%.

“Come in, Alexis.” Heath barked, surprising even himself. He was so fucking hard, and he just wanted to get back to fucking something.

Outside, Alexis jumped, and her shivering sluthole dripped in response to her Daddy’s voice booming through the door. 

"Yes, Daddy..." She whispered to herself, and reached for the handle.

***

Elsewhere, a tall blonde in cowboy boots careened through the woods. The rain was letting up, which was good, because she was raring for a good hook-up.

Katie was curious how it would go. That Alexis Simonson was a shy one, and Katie was pretty sure the bookworm had never been with a girl before.

How could she have, in this town? Katie at least had the benefit of her annual trips to the shore, which she took full advantage of. But despite Alexis' inexperience, the boyish redhead managed to pull the trigger anyway, even after running scared from the party.

As Katie flipped down the car mirror and popped on a fresh coat of red lipstick, she wonder what changed with little Alexis.

It didn't really matter. She was gonna get lucky tonight, and she didn't care much about the details. She tossed the lipstick to the back seat, keeping one hand on the wheel and swerving passed a downed tree.

It's not like she even cared too much about Alexis the person. They were both leaving for college, Alexis to the city and Katie to Ohio. The girls knew the score. This was sex. Good old fashioned, no-strings-attached sex.

She only hoped Alexis could handle her. And she prayed the girl didn't get attached. The last thing Katie wanted was anything complicated.

***

"Oh, Daddy, your cock!" Alexis blurted out when she entered the room.

Hearing that, and seeing the erotic reality of the naked Alexis at the threshold, made Heath feel a lot better about the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

Her trim figure was a youthful echo of Tess’ in every way, with those slim hips and those supple thighs, and how her vulva glowed a deep, wanting burgundy beneath that red bush.

Even her plump B cups were near copies of her Mom's, down to the spattered freckles atop them. Heath had a strong urge to suck them, and he wondered if Alexis would make the same sound as Tess when he did.

Alexis, though she hadn’t intended to open the door, gushed at the sight of her naked parents. When it came to her Dad’s hard, glistening cock, and her Mom’s tight, kissable body, the inexperienced bi girl had plenty of appreciation to go around.

Tess giggled at Alexis' accidental outburst. They were like Mother, like daughter, so enamored by Heath's rod. 

She strode to her daughter, driven by a rising attraction of her own. She would have once called herself straight, but that was before an erratic machine had its way with her desires. Now, a naked, horny teen girl like Alexis made her cunt throb, and she acted on that desire with haste.

“Oooh, Alexis, look at you…” She sighed, hugging her daughter.

276%.

Her daughter was—

280%.

Was so—

288%.

“Mmpphhh…”

—Fucking sexy. Tess put her tongue in her daughter’s slackjawed mouth, and moaned happily at the sensation of girl lips against hers.

“Mmph—om, wait—” Alexis said, pushing her away.

This wasn’t— This couldn’t—

This was so wrong.

A sound, so distant, yet seemingly everywhere, spun around her head. WHIRLIRLIRLIRLIRL. And it told her that, when it came to feeling good, “wrong” was an arbitrary, meaningless concept.

311%.

“Whaddya say, Baby?” Tess cooed to her husband. She grabbed Alexis’ tits and shook them playfully at her man. “You wanna fuck your daughter? You wanna fuck a fresh, young twat 'til she screams?”

Tess had tried so many new things tonight and loved them all. Why not this, too? The brain-battered whore could no longer distinguish between giving blowjobs and defiling ger daughter. All of it was new, and all of it was exciting.

“Fuck…” Heath groaned, coming around to her way of thinking. "I think I do..."

“This is— so wrong!” Alexis whined, out loud this time, but she let her Mother guide her to the bed anyway. She bent over compliantly, her feet sliding wide along the carpet.

“Shhh… Just let us make you feel good…” Her Mom smiled sinuously.

She grabbed handfuls of her daughter's ass cheeks. Alexis moaned against her will as Tess squeeezed them, her Mom's thumbs finding their way to her vulva.

"You think you do, baby?" She said to Heath. "I know you do." 

Heath loved seeing his wife take action like this. And she was so right. As always, she knew him better than anyone.

“Fuck YES, I do.” He growled. “Wanna slam that fuckhole ‘til she creams.”

Tess looked to Heath wickedly, and spread her daughter’s dripping fuckhole open.

“She’s aaaall yours, baby.”

“Nnggh!!” Alexis tried to protest. "Nnno!!"

She couldn't let this happen. He was gonna— Slam her fuckhole til she— til she creamed. But she couldn’t— She couldn’t cream on her Dad’s thick, pounding fuckmeat—

The problem was, she wanted to be filled. She wanted to be filled by anyone but him.

Heath had no such reservations. The sight of his daughter's fresh, spread pussy was irresistible. And like her Mother before her, all he saw there was pure, anadulterated pleasure for the taking. 

He guided his cock to where Alexis quivered, and pushed—

Tess was deliriously delighted at the sight of her husband’s cock sinking into the pussy of another girl. Of her daughter.

“Oooohhh, yesss....” The corrupted mother moaned.

She nearly gushed at how Alexis’ little pussy opened wide to accommodate Heath’s girth. She was so proud of her little whore.

Alexis squirmed, getting filled. “Nngghh-oo..!”

Even as her Dad split her open with that fat, pulsating cock, she whimpered quietly to herself how wrong this all was, searching fruitlessly for a tether to reality. But any such tethers were barely a thread, because on the nightstand, the malfunctioning Un-Inhibitor ticked up to “457%,” then flickered, glitching, stuttering.

“So wrong..” Alexis moaned as her Dad filled her. “So wrong.. soooo.... Hah!!”

The Un-Inhibitor landed on one final display, it's base beginning to smoke.

“P#OWE111R: XXXX%.”

Heath bottomed out, the bells reached a glorious crescendo, and time slowed for Alexis.

She was full. She was completely full. Her cunt wrapped tightly around the straining hot girth that had invaded it, squeezing it, trying to pull it even deeper. She couldn't stop herself from doing it, and her heart pounded in excitement at the thought of taking even just one more thrust.

Alexis' face broke into an elated smile. She was full. She was filled. Not only did it feel SO juicy good, she remembered just who exactly it was filling her.

Time resumed, and in a small, girlish voice, she breathed, her first words as a new woman, “Hah--Daddy~~~!!!”

***

Katie Singer knocked for the fifth time.

She better not have chickened out again, she thought. 

She texted Alexis, “Hey. I'm here. Didn't want to ring the door bell.” But even to that, there was no response.

A weird sound seeped outside the house, and it tickled Katie’s ears.

“Fuck it, I'm going in.” She said, feeling impatient.

Inside, the sound blossomed. It filled the house, causing Katie’s head to rattle. The kitchenware rattled too, and so did the frames on the wall, which Katie had to lean against to stay steady.

“Ngh..” Katie groaned. The sound assaulted her, making it hard to stand, or even think. What the fuck was going on?

“Alexis??” She yelled over the cacophany.

Something that sounded like Alexis’ voice echoed from down the hall, but it didn't sound like the Alexis that Katie knew.

Katie followed the voice, guiding herself along the wall through the kitchen, nearly tripping over Alexis’ sneakers. She wanted to take off her boots too, so she unzipped them, swaying drunklenly as she yanked them off her feet.

Why am I so.. ungh.. fucked up?

Leaving them behind, she kept on to her destination. The sound blasted her, shaking her to her core, vibrating her from her head to her tits to her pussy.

Yeah, her pussy was really thrumming, and suddenly walking became hard for a whole new reason. Lots of things were rubbing down there, and her nethers were getting a whole lot more sensitive by the step.

"Unnh..!" She moaned, getting closer to the source. The door at the end of the hall was wide open, and now that she was here, she could see right through it.

“Holy... Shit.” Katie muttered.

“Yes, Daddy! Harder, Daddy! Ah! Ah! Ah!!” Alexis moaned.

She was naked, bent over the bed with one foot on the floor and one leg up on the mattress. The man Katie knew as Alexis’ rather railed her from behind, really drilling into her pussy, holding her by her supple ass, pushing that cock into her with masculine abandon.

“Uurrrhh.. What’s going.. on..” Katie mumbled. The sound was even louder in here, and it made her feel woozy.

Wanna get fucked like that, she thought suddenly. But don't think my pussy could take it.

A woman’s arms slithered around Katie’s neck.

“Katie Singer, right? What a fucking lovely surprise...”

“Mrs. Simonson. What are you... Doing?”

Alexis’ Mom stroked Katie all over, undoing the buttons on her shirt with one dextrous hand. The woman, like Alexis, was completely ass-out naked, and she smelled of sex and lust.

“Please, call me Tess. And I'm just helping you get more comfortable.” She slipped Katie’s shirt off her shoulders and kissed her goosepimpled clavicle. “I’ve become really open to new things tonight, and I... I'd really like to try eating pussy.”

She motioned to Alexis. “As you can see, my daughter’s fuckhole is a bit occupied right now.”

On the bed, that big hunky dick just kept plowing into Alexis, splitting her, dominating her, and it looked so good.

“Uh huh.” Katie muttered, passively allowing Tess to unhook her bra.

The shock of the scene was already fading into something else, something thrilling, and it tugged at Katie’s un-spooling mind.

“But what's that sound?”

“Mmm... What sound, baby?”

“That-- Ooh!!” Katie gasped as Tess yanked down her pants and underwear.

She stumbled back, completely naked, her heavy tits swaying on her chest, and... Oh shit, she was dripping down there. She was fucking soaked. Maybe she COULD take a cock like that.

“That ringing....” she explained.

Tess grinned, lasciviously taking in Katie’s body, closing the distance with the busty, ass-heavy blonde with one stride. The girl was a picture-perfect distribution of soft flesh. 

“Oh, that.” She said, gently pushing her new teen toy backwards to the bed. “Don't worry about that.”

Katie sat, head spinning alongside the whirling bells, and her legs spread of their own accord. It only felt right, with how juicy her pussy was getting. She didn’t want to get her thighs all wet.

Tess slipped between them where the girl’s moistening snatch waited. Already, it was a dripping honeypot, a drooling cooch topped with a tuft of wispy blonde hair, and just the sight of it made the depraved Tess drool. The horny housewife couldn't believe she’d never eaten cunt before.

“Just lie back and relax, you little slut. Soon you won't even notice that sound at all.”

Katie’s mind, under the maxed out and broken Un-Inhibitor, disintegrated fast. Lie back and relax. She could do that. That was just about the only thing she could do.

“Uuunnhh...” She moaned when Tess gave her snatch one long, full-tongued lick. “Fuuhhckk...”

This was going to be an amazing right, she decided, her attention turning again to the smoking hot fucking that Alexis was getting form her Dad. Already, Katie imagined herself getting turns with both of them. 

And Tess was right. The more Katie listened to the bells, the easier on the ears they became. They sunk into her skull, and by the time she had her first gushing orgasm on Tess’ mouth, she forgot about them completely.

***

Jeffrey kicked the graveled driveway's dust off his freshly shined shoes, then rang the doorbell. He hoped this would be quick. After what happened with the test subjects at the Renn Fair, he was now on a very tight schedule, and the last thing he needed was this business with the Un-Inhibitor. 

A topless redhead answered the door, and the bottom of her face gleamed with wetness.

She was a slim little number, and she couldn’t have been older than nineteen. She shifted her weight between her bare feet and regarded Jeffrey with a sly smile.

“Hi, Stranger. Can I help you?” Her eyes roamed his body, and she licked her lips when they reached his crotch.

She had a nice set on her, two pert little teardrops with ghostly nipples, and below, only a delicate pair of panties kept her modest.

“Hello, darling.” Jeffrey flashed an easy smile.

In his line of work, he wasn’t exactly shocked to see a girl in this state. With the right tools and enough time, he could create a sexed-up teen like this out of even the stiffest prudes.

But he didn’t do this one. Not on purpose, anyway. The boys in the lab were right. Based on the diagnostics they received four days ago, something went haywire in the unit here.

“Are you… Alexis?” Jeffrey ventured.

“Sure am.”

Alexis had a nice smile, and it was made all the sweeter by her shamelessly baring her tits alongside it.

“I’m a friend of your father’s.” Jeffrey explained. “Is he home?”

“Of course he is. He’s been spending a lot of time at home. It’s amaaaazing.”

Through the threshold, the house smelled like sex. Jeffrey followed the girl past piles of discarded clothes, open bottles of lube, and stray dildoes and vibrators. But despite all the erotic mess, he only had eyes for Alexis’ ass in those snug panties.

“Daddy! Someone’s here to see you!” She said, bringing Jeffrey to the Master bedroom.

There, Heath sat on the bed with a thick, blonde honeygirl in his lap. She rode his cock, her big ass rocking hypnotically, and Heath, too absorbed in his carnal mission, hardly reacted to Jeffrey’s entrance.

“Hello, Heath.” Jeffrey said.

“Unnh! Jeffrey! Welcome!” Heath grunted. “How can we help you?”

Heath’s wife was at his side, clad in a set of open-holed lingerie displaying her tits and pussy. Jeffrey gave her a polite nod, but she was busy rubbing herself, enraptured by her husband’s performance.

“I wanted to check back in on— Erm. Oh!”

Jeffrey looked down to see who was clawing at him. At his feet, Alexis unbuckled his pants and reached for his cock with singleminded intent.

If Heath had a problem with his daughter gearing up for a blowie, he didn't show showing it. He just kept on fucking the slut in his lap, whose asscheeks clapped happily, while Alexis took Jeffrey’s hardening cock into her mouth.

"I wanted to check back in on the Un-Inhibitor I gave you. To get your… feedback, I suppose.”

When Jeffrey stopped by Heath's household a month ago, it had truly only been to catch up with a college friend. But Heath had been in an obvious state of marital misery, and it only took the bare minimum of prodding to get him to unload his dead bedroom troubles. 

Now, Heath had no such issues. But the Un-Inhibitor wasn't supposed to go this far. It had the limiter attached.

“Worked like a charm!” Heath grunted, gesturing to the three horned up, half-naked beauties in the room. “Rid all of us of those stupid fucking hangups.”

Below, Alexis giggled. “Daddy and Mommy turned me into such a dirty fucking slut.”

“Sure did. Can’t thank you enough, Jeff. She's got a real sweet mouth to unload in, you'll see. But the damn thing broke. Won’t turn back on.”

“Is he here to fix it, honey?” Tess asked, suddenly excited. She slinked off the bed and carried the cube to Jeffrey. “Sure would be great if you could. We’re enlightened, but…”

“My parents don’t get it!” The curvy teen on Heath’s cock moaned. “Or my sister. Bunch of tight asses. But we could make them understand if you fixed it. Then we could— Ah! All feel good together!”

Jeffrey turned the steel cube around in his hands. In the back, black burns charred the area around the cable.

“Must have fried their brains.” He mumbled. “And then fried itself.”

Well shit. This product was supposed to go to market next quarter, and it was supposed to genuinely help people. This was meant to be a legitimate face for the company. An aid for therapy, stress relief, and marital issues to make Wheaten Dynamics a trusted name in mental health.

Of course, with unprecedented access to people’s homes, there was so much more they could do as a company. But they convincingly go straight with yet another mind-melting, slut-making device.

Was that the only thing they knew how to build?

Jeffrey sighed. Tess joined her daughter on the floor, and the fire-headed pair took sloppy turns with his cock.

As they kissed over his shaft, mouths thick with saliva without a care in the world, Jeffrey had to admit that the results were intriguing. The girls had so much energy, and there was a spark in their eyes quite unlike the vacant, adoring gazes of the office’s many slaves.

If the Un-Inhibitor could accomplish this, would they really want to settle for less?

“I’ll see what I can do.” He said.