Being a little lazy, I know some of what I wrote here won't match fully with CH 09. But hopefully close enough. As requested I'm working on Crystal's day during the same period. Oddly I know they should be other chapters, but I think of them as side chapter, hench the title. Side note, self promotion, if you can and would like too, please support my creativity at the link below.
Side Chapter 09: Mark/Peyton Scheme
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M/f*4 Forced Insertion.
Mark awoke to his mother softly shaking him as she had since he was very little. "Morning my little man." she softly greeted him.
"Morning mom." he sighed.
"Breakfast will be ready shortly. You have time to take care of your morning issues." he hated when she said things like that. But she did it out of love so he didn't let the annoyance linger. Before he could give her the usual response she pulled her hand out from behind her back. "Here, these two should help with that." And she dropped Mrs. Bell and the shapely reward from the day before. They were both completely naked. "Now remember to clean them both before you put them away." She cautioned.
"Isn't there showers in their new cage?" Mark reasoned.
"Look, I don't want to see your after mass, just rinse them so your poor caring mother doesn't have to see that." she teased as she kissed his forehead.
"OK mom," he noted.
Once she left the two toy sized amazing blondes cowered before him. They knew what type of things his mind was coming up with. But he was starving and the sooner he finished one pleasure the sooner he could start a different kind of satisfaction.
His bottoms were just pushed off his dick and it sprung to attention. His large hand easily overpowered both gorgeous blonde pleasure toys. Mrs. Bell didn't even try to resist knowing her daughter could be her partner if she did. The other beauty did and it was a rush proving that pointless.
His hands started and firm curves delighted his sensitive skin. Both of the women grunted and whimpered in a way his mind greedily twisted to appealing reactions. He didn't know if she meant to or not, but Mrs. Bell adding his name among her arousing sounds really helped him along. “Gentle please Mark.” and “Mark that’s hard.” just had a great appeal. He gave her a session off and cupped the unknown woman to his dick. Not as personal but still a very appealing body to watch his cum spatter over.
He tugged his bottoms up and took them to the washroom to rinse them. Doing his own business while they cleansed themselves. Then to their cage tank combo so he could dress and such for school.
He arrived at the dining room table for the usual breakfast. He often teased his mother that those complete breakfasts shown in cereal commercials wasn't a challenge. Today he was too hungry to do that and just announced, "Thanks mom." as she smiled at him from her half a grapefruit.
"So, what is your plans today?" she asked scooping a bite from the bitter fruit.
"Well, I'm going to walk Peyton to school. Actually we kind of planned to pair off her friends with my friends." he started.
"Really, are you sure that's a good idea." she cautioned.
"Actually yes. I know Tim, Bill, and Peter like her friends Melissia, Aoi, and Felicity. And she let slip they liked them back. It's really just them being shy from keeping our two groups from talking. Well that and Bill will likely fuss about Tim and Melissia." Mark answered.
"Why does Bill like her too?" she inquired.
Mark snickered, "No mom, she's his sister. Honestly seeing them interact sometimes I don't think they even like being that."
"So, won't that cause tension between Tim and Bill?" She was clearly worried.
Mark nodded, "At first. But I think once he realizes it's not really his business he'll back off. The harder part will be convincing Tim to break Bill's silly no dating my sisters rule. But I know he really likes her even if he hasn't realized that yet."
She pinched his cheek, "Oh aren't you a little matchmaker. Always so concerned about your friends."
"I get my caring nature from you." he praised her.
"Oh you. I just have the best son on the planet is all. Always making me happy to be his mother." she praised back.
Mark took a deep breath. Not the best segue but he had to bring this up while he had the nerve. "Speaking of you being happy. You know if you want to you can borrow the little ladies in the cage for your own personal needs. Just the same rule of, I don't want to see."
"Oh honey, that's sweet but I couldn't." She lied. He knew she was trying to protect him.
He decided instead of challenging the lie he would offer another solution, "OK, but if you want too feel free to take them to your room. I would hate to wake up and find you mid-service on the couch."
"Oh honey did you?'' She looked devastated.
He eased her mind a little when he now avoided answering by suggesting, "Worry about that happening, yes, Sorry I know I shouldn't."
She huffed her I'm a bad mother huff and hugged his shoulders. "OK, if I feel the need, I'll take a couple into my room and return them rinsed off."
"You're the best mother in the world." he praised, hoping to cheer her up.
"Oh you. Stop trying to butter me up." she replied with a smile but Mark could see she was still upset at her actions.
"Sure, you make me a huge breakfast. Let me keep tiny women as pets. Buy me cages and things to keep them in. How many other mothers would do that for their sons." he pointed out.
"Most wouldn't and technically neither should I. But I rather you were honest with me then sneak them into your room for me to find under your bed like old magazines." she confessed.
"Mom," he started, "There is this new thing called the internet. Boys don't keep old magazines under their bed anymore." he teased.
"Smart butt. You get that from me too." she laughed.
He finished breakfast and despite his mother's requests helped her clean up afterward. He could see she liked this misbehavior. "Afterschool I'm going to walk Peyton home then go help Mr. Foreman again today."
"Oh, spending a lot of time with this girl. When will I get to meet her and not like her cause she's not good enough for my Mark." his mother playfully requested.
"Soon maybe. We just started really talking. I'm not sure what she would be ready for yet." Mark confided.
His mother nodded, "Fine, but I better meet her before the wedding."
"Mom, don't be a goof." he shot back.
"Oh, and you better use those tiny women on your urges cause if this Peyton ends up pregnant I'll end you." she threatened.
"Yes mother." he replied knowing that wasn't her joking.
He gathered his stuff and was about to leave when his mother grabbed him for a hug good-bye, "Have a good day sweetie." she said then kissed his forehead, "Oh, and bring another little blonde plaything back from Mr. Foreman's"
"Oh I hope so. Hope you have a good day too." he replied and left towards Peyton's.
He arrived before the Bell home. He didn't know what to do. Should he ring the bell or wait here like a stalker. As he was snickering at the idea of ringing the Bell bell Peyton came out. "Mark, come here." she waved him forward.
"What is it?" he asked as he got close.
"Dad wants to thank you for walking me safely to and from school." she advised with a broad pretty smile.
Mark was nervous. Mrs. Bell was like a supermodel. What could her husband look like? Mark was expecting a tall muscle bound square jawed tower of a man to come out and knock him silly for daring to come near his little girl. What came out wasn't that. A short thin nervous little man in thick rimmed glasses. He stepped before Mark and looked slightly up at him. "So your the nice young man keeping my starshine safe, hello I'm Lenard." And he held his arm out at him.
"Hello Mr. Bell, I'm Mark." Mark replied wondering how this nerd of a man landed that blonde amazon of a woman.
"Oh, very polite. Your parents taught you well." he praised.
Mark couldn't leave it unclear, "My mom taught me. My father is a jerk in jail."
"Oh, huh. Oh Tanner right. Sorry." the man started.
"Not your doing Mr. Bell, he did that to himself. Mom has taught me to be a much better person." Mark explained.
"Well according to Peyton she's done a great job. Maybe we could have you two over for supper some night." Mr. Bell offered.
"Maybe. We need to get to school." Mark said not wanting to make plans for his mother.
"Yes, very good. Stay safe you two. Keep your eyes peeled for dangers." Mr. Bell requested.
They started towards school. When out of earshot of the short man Peyton mentioned, "Since mom disappeared he's been so worried about me. Spoiling me even. I think he's worried mom ran off and I'll be next. So, if you could it would be nice if he got to meet your mom and know you two aren't about to steal me away."
Mark felt bad. He had in a way literally stolen that man's wife away and now he was trying to date his daughter. "I'll see. Mom does want to meet you too." he responded.
"Oh really, great." She sounded chipper. Soft pillowy lips pressed his cheek. "All my daddies focus and now a sweet boy is keeping me safe. I hate to admit it but mommy disappearing has been strangely rewarding. Though I would give daddies attention up to get her back."
"And me walking you?" Mark worried.
Those pillowy lips tasted of strawberries. Her tongue asked to enter and his mouth complied. She stood looking up at him with a worried look. "Oh, I want to be a little greedy if that's OK with you?"
Mark nodded, feeling her curvy dance tone body along his larger chubby form. His heart thudded in his brain and he worried she would feel his other reaction soon. "OK." he managed to get out.
"Good," she said, stepping away with a smile. She grabbed his hand in hers and he was walking on clouds.
As they arrived to find their planned pairing already dividing up. They smiled at each other, this was going just as they hoped. Even the planned for Bill temper tantrum was right on time. Tim even gave Melissia his coat when she just mentioned being a bit cold. Yes this might work out better then they even hoped.
School day went as they had guessed. Bill messed up the lunch plans for the two groups. Using Aoi's submissive nature to do it. Peter got mad despite barely being able to talk to Felicity. Tim agreed to not date Melissia even though he now couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Melissia, never wanting her big brother to win, ambushed Tim before the first afternoon class and made it hard to keep his promise.
Aoi's hero worship crush on Bill fed his ego and he was enthralled to walk her home so he could dishonestly brag to the demure Asian beauty. Peter’s nervousness and Felicity's shyness would be the biggest stumbling block. But they decided to quietly follow behind Tim and Melissia. They were so caught up in their own budding romance to even notice Mark and Peyton walking a half a block behind them.
"I think they'll kiss." Peyton whispered at him.
"I don't know. Tim might still be a little reluctant due to the promise to Bill." Mark advised.
"No, Melissia is too herself to let her brother control her. And she's been crushing on Tim since we played with Barbies." Peyton divulged.
"Oh really. Who, ahh, who did you crush on then?" Mark worried.
She tapped her shoulder into his. Then teased, "Nick Jonas of course."
"Right, makes sense." he accepted, ignoring the clear teasing tone.
"You're so cute when you worry. I like that." She cooed and he liked that. "Oh, we should wait here."
They watched as their pairing talked. Peyton pointed out Mrs. Miles peeking and smiling happily at the young couple. Mark pointed out their aged old lady also watching the teen couple and they giggled. Then both had to cover their mouths as Melissia pressed her lips to Tim's. Neither looked ready for more than a peck kiss, though that seemed to make them both blush bright enough they could see it from their hiding spot.
Melissia went inside and Tim stood there looking a bit dazed. Then slowly started walking peeking towards the house. A peeking Melissia caused him to blush again. "Perfect. Now your turn." Peyton advised.
"I don't know. We usually stay out of each other's fighting." Mark whimpered.
"Look you know Bill and you said unless really confronted he'll not let this go. And you said Tim will back down after they come to blows. If you don't, this won't work." she explained.
"But what if I hurt him? Or he hurt me?" Mark worried. He hadn't hit anyone since he was eight and broke a kid's nose.
"You won't. Please for me, be brave? If you do, I'll owe you.” She encouraged him.
"OK, fine. But only if it comes up." Mark replied hoping it didn't come up.
Oh he was in heaven as she kissed him. Her smaller frame felt amazing against him. She giggled cutely then said, "OK, only if it comes up my big brave Mark."
"So, I should finish walking you home. If I arrive too far behind everyone else they might suspect something." Mark reasoned.
Peyton seemed to take this to mean something else, "Yeah, I don't want them thinking we're doing stuff. Let's go."
"So, what do you think is happening with the others?" Mark asked.
"Felicity and Peter are easy. They'll nervously ramble due to their combined shyness and will separate with some awkward gesture." Peyton said with amusement.
"Bill will take advantage of Aoi's submissiveness and stick his tongue in her mouth." Mark wondered if that was a good pairing now that he was thinking about it.
Peyton added, "If he does she'll likely be on cloud nine."
"You sure that Aoi and Bill are a good pair." Mark continued to worry.
Peyton had a knowing look as she noted, "Better Aoi get an overbearing relationship out of her system now before she's ready to do things with a boy."
"You know Bill is my friend." Mark felt the need to defend Bill.
"The same friend you're having second thoughts about setting up with a girl you've barely talked to." she reasoned.
"Suppose, but I've barely talked to you." he slipped out not thinking.
She hugged his arm, "Well, I'm glad we're fixing that problem now." Mark loved how she felt just being close to him.
"Well you are nice to talk to." he praised, smiling down at her.
"I feel so safe talking with you." She smiled up as she praised back.
Mark cursed his mouth as it released a wonder before he thought if he should, "You seem to be adjusting fast to your mother's disappearance."
"Yeah, I noticed that too. I think it's because you're here looking after me. My big tall protector." She sighed then added, "It's strange. I'm worried for her, I miss her yet I don't feel like she's far. Like I know she's safe whatever has happened to her. Like something tells me I'll see her again soon."
"Huh, strange. I hope you do." Mark lied. If she learned he had her mother as a tiny sex slave she would leave him he was certain. He suddenly felt guilty. He was using Peyton to get Mrs. Bell to be an obedient plaything and using Mrs. Bell's disappearance to get to hang out with Peyton. He was a monster in his own mind.
"Here I am." Peyton noted bringing him out of his self loathing. She looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, I'm just worried I'm taking advantage of your mother being missing to get to be with you." he confessed, mostly.
"If you are, please continue. You are the silver lining to that storm cloud." she softly stated, hugging him tight.
"OK, only if you're OK with it." he surrendered.
"Does this answer your question?" she asked and he was again deeply kissed by the short shapely beauty. He suddenly didn't care that he was a monster. He was a happy monster with a hot girlfriend. "Well I better get inside so you can help that poor old man. Remember, if it comes up."
"I'll act," he promised.
She squeezed close, "Hmmm, than I'll have to reward my hero." Then she noted a surprised "OH," then stepped back looking down. Mark felt his cheeks warm into an embarrassed blush. Peyton smiled up at him, her voice carried an appealing tone he didn't recognize, "You are a big boy. It's OK, I like I do that to you."
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to girls being close that long. Especially really pretty ones like you." he pleaded.
"Really Pretty, really you think I'm that pretty?" she cooed in a hopeful tone.
"Yes," he whimpered.
She kissed him again. "Than I really don't mind." she said in what sounded like a purr. "See you tomorrow my really big protector." and she walked towards her house. Mark worried she hurt herself as her hips seemed out of her regular rhythm.
He pulled out his shirt in the hopes it hid most of his uncontrolled reaction as he walked to Mr. Foreman's. He arrived at the gate just as Peter arrived. Peter smiled, "That good huh?"
"What, I thought it relaxed." Mark looked at his crotch.
"You always tuck your shirts in. Even when you wear shorts. I reasoned the only reason it wasn't tucked now was to conceal and your reaction tells me I was right." Peter advised.
As they started up the path Mark asked while tucking his shirt in, "How about you and Felicity?"
"I don't think she likes me. I was so uncontrollably nervous I shook her hand then just walked away." Peter whimpered.
"Oh I'm sure it'll be OK." Mark offered.
"What girl wants a boy to shake their hand and walk away. I'm such a loser, I'm going to die alone." Peter whined more.
"Naaa, you won't die alone. You'll likely be in a hospital attached to machines." Mark teased.
"You've been a jerk since you started dating." Peter shot back jokingly.
"Speaking of, did you see Tim and Melissa sneak off after school to walk home?" Mark wondered why he was lighting this fuse. If he hadn't said anything Peter wouldn't get curious and ask. And when he did that would risk things coming to a head and him needing to fulfill his promise to Peyton.
"Really? Cool. Don't say anything while Bill is around." Peter advised.
"No, no way." Mark agreed.
Little over an hour later and Peter had to ask Tim about it. While Bill was around. Now Bill and Tim were snarling like rabid dogs at each other. They were going to start fighting any second. Mark couldn’t interfere, he couldn't take the chance of hurting his friend. Then Peyton's voice all sexy reminded, I'd owe you.
Mark caught Bill's arm. Bill socked him in his face and used that l-word like the bullies at school. Mark let it go as he always did. No Peyton was counting on him and that fueled his arm's speed. Bill attempted to stop it but Peyton would be so proud of him. Besides this was for Bill's and Tim's betterment.
Mark watched as time slowed to a crawl and Bill was lifted off his feet. Oh god oh god he killed his friend with one girl encouraging punch. Mark felt so much better when Bill looked up at him from the ground and noted more with shock then pain, "Ow Mark."
Lines, they had planned his lines, "Ready to hear me out now?" Mark growled. He could see even Tim and Peter react. Good he sounded mean.
"OK fine, what?" Bill sounded worried.
Now to really hit Bill Mark thought then said. "Who would you rather date your sister? A friend you know will be nice to her or some strange guy that could treat her like who knows what." Mark suggested. "Tim is a nice, smart, and kind. Let them see where this goes."
"Gee, why don't you date him you love him so much." Bill responded in an attempt to deflect. Seeing that didn't work he stood and explained, "I just don't want my two worlds to become one. Family is one and my friends are another. It's just, we talk and hang out. I don't want that to suddenly include my little sister."
Tim, clearly understanding his friend's discomfort said, "I know, but I think I really like her. I don't want you to be uncomfortable but I also want to see if she likes me back."
"I'm not going to want that." Bill advised.
"It might not happen. But if it does, I hope we can change your mind." Tim countered.
"Fine, just don't get all lovey dovey around me." Bill surrendered.
"I can't promise that. She's really cute." Tim teased.
"Oh gross man, that's my sister," Bill replied.
Then the door opened and Mr. Foreman stepped out. Like he was attempting to settle things asked, "You lads want some hot chocolate?"
"Sure, Thank you Mr. Foreman." was the response provided by Peter.
Mark was glad that was over. His body was trembling. He liked not being the punching bag. He sipped his drink and he was reminded that was his job now, not being the punching bag. He was to help Tim, protect him from things. If he was to do that he needed to stand up more for himself.
He listened as they discussed not coming over the next couple days. Fine, he would get to spend more time with Peyton. He looked at their handy work and said, "Man, we've moved a lot of wood." tumbled out.
"That's what she said." Bill joked badly.
"No, doesn't work." Peter coldly advised.
"Yes, you boys did a great job and it's getting on to supper time. Wait here and I'll grab the sack." Mr. Foreman said standing up.
They all sipped at the chocolate warm liquid as they all excitedly waited for him to return. Mark wondered what type of blonde beauty he would receive. He came out and smiled knowingly. "So, who is first?"
"Oh me please?" Bill snapped out first.
"OK Mr. Miles." Mr. Foreman said and opened the bag.
Bill looked like he was having body troubles. Mark worried, "Bill you OK?"
"Yes, just concentrating," he replied.
"Oh good, cause you look like you're trying to poop but can't." Mark explained making them all snicker.
Out came a cage. Inside was a confused busty Brunette in a school cheer uniform. It was Donna from the cheer team, one of Amy's friends. Why was Bill getting a collection of his older sister's friends? Mr. Foreman advised while laughing, "You don't have to think so hard for that to happen Mr. Miles."
"OK, Mr. South, you next?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"Yes please." Peter accepted.
Mr. Miles reached in and pulled out another black beauty. Tight little shorts and a form fitting tank top. She looked like he plucked her from a volleyball court. She was all loudly demanding to know what was happening. Peter was busy admiring her athletic dark skinned body.
"Mr. Tanner, your turn." Mr. Foreman commanded. As he did all Mark could think of was about the other cheerleaders from school. Mainly a certain platinum beauty friend of Bill's older sister. As the cage emerged there she was in her own cheer decorated outfit. Now he understood Mr. Foreman's statement to Bill. He was working on collecting his sister's friends. Was that why he was so upset about Peyton being off limits?
"Oh lucky, you got Cyder." Bill stated as Mark received the cheerleader. She was a very lovely addition, though he would worry each time it was Bill's turn that Peyton would be coming out of that bag.
"Now for you Mr. Hill." Mr. Foreman reached. Started to pull out something then noted, "Nope, not yet." Then reached in and pulled, stopping, "No, you won't work right now." Mark realized Tim was fixating on the girl that suddenly grabbed his interest. Lucky Mr. Foreman knew better than to pull her from the bag.
Bill advised "Think of a hottie and he'll pull her out. Like really think about her." And Mark could see the scared worry in Tim's eyes.
Like a last minute hero Peter suggested, "Oh, I bet he's thinking about Jenna." And an accepting eager glow came to Tim's eyes.
Sure enough the former head cheerleader was pulled out wearing her new University cheer uniform. Mark sighed in relief. Now he could focus on his newest toy.
Soon they were leaving that magic man and on their way home. Mark was aroused at being able to access the attractive older girl's body. Yet also hopeful his mother would like his newest pet. They parted and Mark found himself rushing the rest of the way home.
His mother greeted him, "Hello honey, how was your day?"
"Good mom yours?" He responded by placing his bag down.
As he opened it she answered, "Good, no problems here." He could see her staining to see his latest addition.
"Want to see what Mr. Foreman gave me?" he asked knowingly.
"Don't tease your mother. Let's see her." she noted stepping over.
He lifted the cage and handed it to her. Cyder started to beg for help then seeing the look in his mother's eyes stopped and cowered. "Pretty, nice body. Really nice legs. Young though. Reminds me of that, oh never mind."
"Reminds you of?" Mark wondered.
"Don't fret about it. She'll make you a fine plaything." she said, handing Cyder back.
"I learned if I really think about a girl it's likely that girl would come out. So, if there was someone you'd like I could try thinking about her when Mr. Foreman pulls my reward out." he advised.
"Oh really?" His mother looked at him. Mark could tell she was thinking then sighed, "No I think." Then she started setting the table suggesting, "You boys shouldn't think about too many girls or teachers from school. Too many disappear and there could be a real panic."
"OK Mom, I'll tell that to the guys." Mark agreed.
"Good good. After supper I'm going to go buy material to make outfits for you ladies. Won't be as fun but cheaper than that interesting store. You want to come with." she asked.
"Well," he said looking at Cyder.
"You have other plans, I understand." she answered for him.
"If you really want me too." he offered.
"No, you'll likely be up late if you do." she said.
"I'll do dishes so you can go right after supper." he advised. She looked about to counter when he noted firmly, "I'll do the dishes, you are making my tiny ladies outfits for me to play with."
"Fine, when did you get so stern?" she teased.
"Peyton likes me standing up for myself." he advised.
His mother gave a sad smile then praised, "I think I'll like this Peyton girl if she's having this effect on you."
"I hope so." Mark said his cheeks were getting warm.
After supper his mother left to collect materials to make the tiny women some doll clothes to peel off them. Mark put away the little bit of leftovers then washed up the supper dishes.
Finished he walked over to the tank. He was ready to enjoy his living rewards. It was adorable how Mrs. Bell and the other woman were guarding Cyder. Like their shapely little bodies could keep him from playing with any of them. The best part was they were all dressed like cheerleaders for some reason.
Mrs. Bell's sweet voice begged him, "Mark no, you can't do these things to Cyder."
"Oh should I take her back and trade her in for Peyton." he threatened. An empty one now that Peyton seemed to be his girlfriend now somehow.
He was amused at how the former teacher looked at her former pig-tailed student and cringed. Mark like she was clearly willing to sacrifice another girl to keep her daughter safe. She did still try, "It wrong and you know it."
"Oh but it's going to feel so right." he tainted as his hands pressed the four pretty blondes together and lifted them easily. Eight shapely little legs kicking in the air helplessly under those teasingly short pleated skirts.
He managed to switch so their tiny sexy bodies were pressed to his chest so he'd have a free hand to open his bedroom door. He placed his blonde playthings on his bed. Pointing to his first three, "You three strip down to your skirts, just your skirts." Turning to his newest reward he loved how that popular girl cowered before him, "Not you Cyder, I want to take them off you myself."
He rose and started to take his own clothes off. He didn't know what Cyder was being so whiney about. Everyone had heard how the cheerleaders were basically the football jerks harem. Some of them had likely taken her clothes off her before. Maybe because he wasn't a popular boy at school. Just the fat guy they picked on.
He grabbed the lot again and laid on his bed. Placing them on his stomach. He huffed, Mrs. Bell and the older unknown girl had stripped properly. But the unknown woman was still fully dressed. "Why didn't you do as you were told?" He grumbled.
"This is wrong." she started. His hand grabbed her before she blathered on. He was horny and she was slowing down his fun. He bent her over his hard dick and pinned her there with a couple fingers. All her wiggling did was feel good. He flipped her skirt up and pulled her little frilly panty-shorts off her round tone ass. Now that it was bare he savored it's firmness with the back of his finger. She didn't like his gentle attention.
He pulled his finger back and flicked her exposed cheek hard. This was a punishment he would remember for how good it felt when they jumped and sounded as they yelped. He flicked the tiny woman's ass again. And he was rewarded by her body squirming along the top of his dick. "Can you stop me?" he teased.
"Please don't that hurts." she whimpered.
He marveled at how red her little ass was getting from just a few spankings. He gave her an option, "Will you do as your told?"
"Yes, please no more." She picked the right choice for herself. He let her go and she started taking off her top. Oh what great boobs she had to admire.
He grabbed the panicked looking Cyder and commanded the other three, "Easy night for you three, love my hard dick while I look over my newest toy." He hummed happily as those hot women hugged around his penis. Tits that were once huge mounds were now firm buds along his dick skin. He liked how their very short skirts waved and bounced on their naked round asses.
He now turned to the fun in his hand. He didn't mind that she had likely seen most of those asshole’s dicks already. Now she was his and all her experience would be used to make so-called Tubby Tanner feel good.
"Mark, please don't hurt me." she pleaded. He was surprised she even knew his name.
"Be the good little slut everyone knows you are and you'll make a good pet." he advised as he pinched her top.
"No please, no." she ranted as her little arms failed to keep her top on.
"Oh stop fussing, how many times has this happened already. Jacob, Rogers, even that idiot Bruce told of how fun you are at parties." Mark teased.
"I don't know what you're talking about." she lied as he hooked her elastic bra.
"Liar, basically the whole team brag about having their turn with you when they're not being assholes to guys like me." he reminded what she had to already know. There they were, sure not as big as say Helen's, Donna's or Gabriel's. But still a plump size on her slight body. She was about to say something when he kissed them both into his mouth. How many of the football team heard those gasps as they suckled only one at a time. Idiots probably in too much of a hurry to get in and done to savor this hot body.
He pulled those sweet bubbles from his mouth and flipped her in his palm. Coiling his fingers around her so her legs dangled and her pig-tailed head could flip about in her pointless panic. "What are you going to do?" she had such a great sounding scared voice.
"First your sneakers." was his response. He hooked his middle finger around an ankle and pinched the lace on the tiny pink sneaker. He expected her to kick at his hand with the free leg. No, that lovely limb was bent at the knee and pulled away almost like she was trying to be helpful. He wiggled his finger at her soak clad foot and she actually giggled. It sounded weird, mixed with duress. But it was still cute.
He let that bare foot go and grabbed the other one. Still no kicking. Good, she was smart. Likely from all the other guys using her already. "Please Mark, don't hurt me. I don't know what those guys have said but I'm not ready for this." she babbled on. He wondered if she enjoyed seeing his giant dick twitching as she spoke all begging like.
He flipped up her skirt. Longer than the other toy's pleated covering. Likely because it was a real cheer skirt and not a plaything’s skirt. She didn't have a frilly panty-shorts thing. No, it was like a spandex-like version shaded to match her uniform. As he stroked his thumb along her experienced pussy her hips popped in an appealing way. "No Mark, no please Mark." she rambled out as her trapped hips attempted to avoid losing those little tight shorts. Did she know that turned him on more?
He pulled those guarding shorts down her pale shapely legs to find she had panties under those. Mark shrugged and pulled at them. A little disappointed to find she was dry along her womanhood. Aroused girls he heard would be wet and she wasn't. He sighed, even now since he wasn't a jock she wasn't interested.
Well he had a solution thanks to that magic store. A bottle with a nuzzle, popped it and placed the applicator at that tight slit. "OHHHH!" She gasped as he added the gel from the bottle. He took it back and her hot little thighs pressed together, her knees bent and pointed her feet out in two different directions. "That's cold." she whined. Then asked, "What is that?"
"Oh you must be used to lube." he advised as he started prying those nice legs apart.
"No Mark, No Mark, please." she pleaded.
"You wouldn't be saying that if I was Jacob huh? But you can't put out for a loser like Tubby Tanner. Not even a hi in the hallway." he reminded this Cheer tramp.
His pinky finger pressed at her well traveled pussy and she rambled on about not being ready. "Sure you are, I've well lubed you dick hole." he taunted. It was surprisingly tight on his finger tip as he pushed in. The lube made that possible. Then he felt a little something. Like a pop or snap of a string inside her and she gave a slight bark of discomfort. But as he worked his finger more he couldn't find that again so it must have been just a strange sensation.
He savored fingering the former cheer tramp. Her tight pussy hid her slutty habits well. She grunted and gasped as he pumped her. Making her head bob and her platinum blonde pig-tails wave. He quickened his pace and she made more appealing gasping sounds. Sure she clearly wasn't into it, but that didn't stop him from enjoying her like so many others did.
He opened his holding hand and flipped that blonde hottie face up. She looked at him all poor little popular girl-like as he fingered her more. Her nice boobs danced somewhat wildly to his rhythm. He pressed fingers over them and rolled them with just his finger tips. It was so hot.
His penis was begging to experience Cyder's cheer body despite the attentions of the three gorgeous dick huggers already there. He pulled his pinky free and Cyder seemed to like that. Then she saw what was next and she was back to that sexy please no pleading.
Mark wrapped her to his tip. Rubbing her at his top while the three others served him below that. Oh she felt so good. Her bright pig-tails bouncing about as he did quick short strokes. Her mounds rubbed him just right. Her silky skinned legs felt amazing wrapped around his girth.
Soon he forced the former cheer delight over the end and let his cum drench her. From what he heard she liked that. Though likely not to the scale she was receiving tonight. He loved how it was hard to tell his spunk from her milk pale skin.
He snuck out and rinsed them in the sink. Let them deal with the wet skirt. Cyder was crying, was being with a non-jock really that bad he sighed shaking his head.
As he cleaned up he noticed a bit of blood on his pinky. It wasn't cut, so he figured Cyder must have been starting her period. Did he have to worry about that he wondered as he snuck out and placed the damp living dolls in their tank.
He got back to his room just as his mom got home. He celebrated his great timing. He didn't want to be naked before his mother now that he was older. He changed to PJs and came out to drop the removed clothes into the tank. Mrs. Bell was hugging Cyder, hopefully giving her the lowdown on what was expected of her now.
"Wow mom, that's a lot." he noted.
"Yeah, you know it's been so long since I played seamstress. Guess I got a little over excited." she snickered. Looking at him, "Help me sort?"
"Sure mom." he sat with her.
"I found newer doll outfits at the craft store. Hope you like them." she noted handing him the bag they were in.
Modern Superheroine outfits to simple career outfits like nurses and policewoman. Sure they were not the sexy style like at that strange store. But his mother looked happy to make them so he didn't mind. They spent the next hour or so going through all she had bought. He left her to finish, it was late on a school night and he was tired after today. Sleep came easy.