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I’m not new to heartbreak. I’ve broken up with people before. I know it can leave me bedridden and neglectful of my body. Yet somehow a friend breakup hurts more. It's more deliberating. The end of a friendship feels part of me has been cut off and now someone throws salt into the wound. It sickens me to look at anything else because I just think of her. Up until now, I didn’t consider her a friend. We weren’t friends for the most part. I hung out with Mallory because I had to.
I met Mallory during freshman year in one of our intensive writing classes. We got stuck together for our final exam when no one wanted to work with either of us. I understood why no one in the class spoke to her. She was a raging bitch. A stuck-up rich girl pissed she had to go to our local community college instead of Cornell.
I don’t want to say she warmed up to me because she didn’t. I guess she just hated everyone else. So much so that she invited me over to her home even if it wasn’t related to schoolwork. We went to museums and the movies together.
Everything went downhill when I met her parents. They’re a butch femme lesbian couple. Ram her butch mom tends to stay at home. She works occasionally but for the most part, it’s Tara, Mallory’s femme mother who brings home the bread. They’re welcoming which feels nice since my parents are cold and distant toward me. They greet me with tight hugs and kisses on the cheek. I’m invited on their trips to their ski lodge. Given money and clothes like I’m a child of theirs.
I hate it. Their kindness makes me feel like a charity case. But that’s not what caused our friendship to erupt into flames. Her parents liked me too much. So much it’s creepy. When Tara is home she’d make a habit of grabbing my ass. Or giving me bras claiming that she brought the wrong size and wants to see if they would fit me. Ram likes to hug me from behind. Trapping me against in her arms. She must consider my squirming to get out as grinding. She’d hold me tighter, grind her dick against me until I stopped fighting to break out her arms.
I tried to tell Mallory. Tried to explain all the weird stuff her parents do but she’d shut me down. Claimed I was being lesbophobic by saying these things. The more I mentioned these things the more we fought. The last time I slept over I tried not to mention it.
I remember all the details of that night. I remember Mallory being especially angry with me because I was avoiding her. She let her anger be felt on my cunt the soreness is something I’ll walk with forever. I remember tip-toeing to the bathroom where I found Ram and Tara inside the door left wide open. Tara is down on her knees cum drying on her face and hair. Standing tall above her is Ram.
My eyes glided down her strong body and stopped at her waist. Her hand wraps a piece of fabric around her dick and she uses it to jerk her dick up and down. That scene before me plays over in my mind. It creates heat in my stomach too. That heat turns to a blazing fire when I realize it was my panties Ram was using my panties to jerk off.
I left without a word. Without a goodbye. I can never tell if I left because I was ashamed of that or if I left because I was scared of what I’d do next. Ending things abruptly meant all the perks of being friends with Mallory ended. No more allowances. No more shopping sprees. The warmth of her home is gone too. Despite Ram and Tara. I liked being over. I liked that their fridge works. There weren’t bugs crawling over the place and the power didn’t cut out. Ending things with Mallory meant I was forced to stay home. To go home.
I’m not safe at home unless it’s winter. There’s something about the longer nights and the biting cold that takes all the fighting out of my parents. But as winter melts away their cruelty grows from the earth. All their dissatisfaction with their life is aimed at me. They throw bottles and plates, and finally, it’s me they throw out on the street. The downpour of rain and banging of thunder drowned out my cries for an umbrella.
My body knows where to bring me. My feet don’t drag me to my school where we’d start the process to get me housing. No, I go to Mallory and her family. I go to her home with the nice neatly trimmed yard with rose beds slowly growing to life. Their home radiates the same peace as a chapel.
I only have to knock once for the sound of Tara’s heels to come clacking against the wooden floors. Something I’ve always tried to avoid being is a charity case. But I’m afraid standing out in the rain with just my pajamas on makes me the ultimate charity case. I wish she was angry that I’m here. But like every other time I came over she invites me in with open arms.
Ram makes me a bowl of soup while Mallory brings me a towel and robe to dry off in. I barely have to say anything. They’re all aware of how nasty my parents are.
“Stay the night,” Tar says. How can I look at her without seeing her on her knees? Without the cum on her face.
“Stay until you think it's safe,” Ram says sympathetically. Now that I know what she looks like naked I can only think of her dick. I’m heating up with shame. It’s wrong to be here after what I’ve done.
I follow Mallory quietly up to her room. I can’t tell if she’s pissed with me. Her shoulders aren’t raised tight like usually are when she’s upset. She’s not looking over her shoulder to cut me a glare that normally means she’ll verbally abuse me later. If she does look back at me there’s a somberness in her eyes.
Her room is still the same for the most part. She painted her walls light minty green. The green pairs well with the brown furniture in her room. Mallory moved the vanity body mirror over to sit across her bed. I know where my clothes are so I go into the closet and switch out of my wet ones.
“I’ll only stay a few days,” I tell Mallory. I finish pulling my shirt over my head and close the closet door with my butt. “Things should calm down by then.”
“Come here,” Mallory demanded politely. She’s sitting down on the bed her shirt still on but her pajama shorts have been kicked off. Her white lace panties hanging around one ankle. Her index finger waves at me to come over. “Come here Fido,” she sings.
“Mal could we-“ my sentence trails off as I watch her legs spread and reveal delicious strings of slick stretching out as her pussy lips flutter open. “I’m really tired.”
“You know I can’t sleep without your mouth.” My feet know me better than I do. I walk over to the lust-driven Mallory and sink between her legs. My memory cuts back to the night I had with her parents. How I sunk to my knees and wrapped my lips around Tara’s cunt. “Good Fido. I knew you’d come back to me.” She scratches my head right behind my ear.
“It’s not like that.” I’m up close and personal with her snatch. Her manicured fingers move in gentle circles against her clit. “My parents kicked me out.”
“Because you belong to me. I don’t know why you ran away. I was taking care of you. Feeding and clothing you.” Her hand slips into my hair and she tugs me closer to her cunt. The tip of my nose slipped into her murkiness. “Be a good Fido and have a few licks.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” I try telling Mallory. My tongue slithers out my mouth and my neck bends forward. I still remember how she likes it. Long licks that start from her leaking hole and go up to her clit. I curl my tongue around her clit and suck the small bud into my mouth. She wiggles and moans underneath me.
Mallory says, “I missed that sweet mouth of yours.” She presses my face into her cunt. She used her hips to drag the slick all over my face. My stomach swells with pleasure. I forgot how wrong is it. “I bet you missed everything I did for you. Tell me you missed me.”
“Of course I missed you.”
“Tell me you missed eating my pussy. That you missed selling me your body for material gain.”
“I missed eating your pussy,” I stop eating to confession. My lips dripped with her juices. “I miss the skirts you’d split me open in. I didn’t look poor when you took care of me.”
“I gave you class.” She forces my lips back onto her. My tongue slipping into her pussy as she uses my mouth to get off. “Everything I was giving you was a step up from that poor family you came from. All you had to do was let me use you. You couldn’t even do that right.”
Mallory throws me off her. She pushes me hard onto the floor and stands over me. It always takes me by surprise that a girl who looks more like a fragile doll has so much strength. The pain from the fall radiates up and down my back. I’m rolling around on the floor as Mallory walks over to her chest. I hear her mess with the harness strapping herself easily into it.
“Take your clothes off.”
“Mallory,” I whimper.
“You have a choice.” She grabs me by my hair and shoves me toward the floor once more. “You can be the local whore pimped out by cruel men stuck in a cycle of never-ending torture. Or you can let me have you. What will it be Fido?” I snake my pants down my legs and roll onto my stomach. “Good Fido.”
Mallory doesn’t fuck hard. She’s gentle as she forces her girthy dildo into me. She saws the strap in and out of me. Listening closely to my moans and the sounds my cunt makes. Her hand between my legs and forcing me to cum over and over on her strap all while calling me a good dog.
Mallory is exhausted when she’s finished with me. She falls asleep still wearing the harness. Her strap was still buried deep inside me. Mallory likes to sleep like that. With me cockwarming her so when she wakes up she can easily ruin me again.
I’m supposed to stay on her strap all night. But she’s a heavy sleeper. I can get away with pulling myself off and going to the bathroom. I pass a clock on the way to the bathroom that says it’s fifteen past three. I’m weirdly disappointed Ram and Tara aren’t waiting for me in the bathroom. I pee in a place I’m not sure I want.
I flush and wash my hands then head down to the kitchen. Mallory says I’m not allowed to eat without her present but it’s okay because I’m only having some yogurt and orange juice. She won’t know. I walk on my toes as I enter the kitchen not even bothering to turn on the light. I pull open the fridge door and gather the strawberry Greek yogurt and the pulp-free orange juice. I spin around to place it all on the table. I freeze in my tracks my heart pausing as thunder cracks against the concrete.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still up.”
“It’s okay,” Ram says. “I hope I didn’t scare you.” I don’t say anything. She looks at the food in my hands. “You don’t have to sneak around to eat. Sit, please.”
I do as I’m asked. I pull back the yogurt lid and dig a spoon into the pink creaminess. I eat in the dark and Ram watches me. She was smoking the ashtray beside her has smoke dancing out of it. I didn’t know she did. She never once smelled like smoke.
“Thank you for letting me sleep over,” I say to her because it’s awkward with her watching me eat.
“I had a shitty home life growing up.”
“You did.”
“I did,” she stated calmly. Like the trauma of growing up trans is so far from her. “My parents didn’t understand why I couldn’t like women the way men like women. They’re still confused about me.”
“Does it still bother you? They don’t love or care about you.”
“It waxes and wanes,” she answers. “Sometimes I care. Other times not so much.”
“I wish my parents were confused about me.” I pour myself another glass of orange juice. The acidic taste doesn’t mix well with the sweetness of the yogurt. “I think my parents are tired of being angry at each other so now they’re angry with me.”
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to keep going back there. You can stay while the semester finishes up.”
“Then I want to pay you back somehow,” I tell Ram. “I’m not some freeloader. I have to pay you back for everything you’ve done for me.”
“You know we’ve missed you,” she says. Her eyes glide down to my chest. I didn’t put back on a bra cause I didn’t expect her to be sitting out here. Now she’s looking at my tits. “You scared us that night you left. We didn’t know what happened to you.”
“We shouldn’t have done that.” I won’t say what that was. I can’t find the bravery to say what I’ve done without it opening a pit of pleasure in me.
“It felt good though.” Ram gets up and moves to stand behind me. Her hands rest on my shoulders only sliding down to pull my shirt up. The material rubs against my nipples reactivating the soreness Mallory caused them. “You looked so pretty down between us. Pleasing us.”
“It was a mistake,” I moaned. Ram captures my nipples between her fingers. “Mallory would be devastated if she caught us.”
“Tara loves how skilled you are with your mouth.” She pulls my shirt over my head, Ram brushes my hair off my chest and continues to toy with my nipples. “I think it was no telling I loved your cunt. I didn’t mean to cum in you. At least not that much. I was worried you were avoiding us because you were pregnant.”
“Thank god it didn’t.” Warmth spills from between my legs. I shouldn’t like the idea. It shouldn’t make every part of me blush. Being full round with Ram’s baby with Mallory's sister does things to my pussy it shouldn’t do. “I should go back to bed. Before Mallory wakes up.”
Ram lets me stand retrieving her hands from my tits. Her big hands cup up my face and she pulls me in for a kiss. Ram’s lips taste like ash and something sweet like butterscotch. The taste is something I almost choke on as her tongue explores my mouth. I wonder if she can taste Mallory’s pussy on my lips.
I feel Ram’s dick harden against me growing more to life as we make out.
“You said you wanted to pay us back,” Ram asks me. “Pay us back how? With what money?”
“After I graduate. When I get my masters-“
“By the time you get your masters, you’ll be in debt. Could you pay me for all the money we’ve spent on you in the past?”
“No,” I force myself to admit. Ram’s hand brings one of my hands to her dick. She forces me to rub her dick print through her pajama pants. I can feel it throbbing at my touch.
“Let us take care of you. Pay us back with that tight cunt. With your mouth. With all of you.”
“All of me?” I’m rubbing her throbbing dick all in my own. Pre cum is soaking through the fabric.
“We can put you threw school. Why worry about FAFSA when we’ll cover your tuition.” She pushes my hand away and drops her pants. Out bounces her glistening bitchbreaker. It’s as long as I remember stop just half pasted her thigh. It’s curved upward just a bit. Droplets of cum drip onto the floor. “You can have whatever you want if you take care of us. Just a few times a week.”
It’s a good idea when you think about it. My tuition is almost two thousand dollars. My textbooks are expensive. Getting to school requires bus fare. They’ll cover all of that. It’s a good deal. Mallory buys my clothes. Ram buys my food. And Tara pays for my tuition. I can leave this rich.
“What a slippery cunt,” Ram giggles into my ear. She uses my hips to drag me up and down her dick. The head of her dick pushed my walls apart gracefully leading the way for the rest of her length to enter me. Not that Ram needs help, Mallory left me a gaping hole. “I didn’t know you wanted me so badly.”
My ass bounced as I used the power of my thighs to aid Ram. I don’t want to seem lazy and they change their mind. I want to seem hard-working. I wince each time her head kisses my cervix. I gasp after each hit, cry when she leaves me, and damn near sob as Ram jam-packed her girl dick right into me.
Tara leans against the fridge eyes blown wide with lust. I didn’t hear her come in but she must have been watching for a while. Her eyes are glued to my pussy. She watches Ram knock the air out of my lungs with each powerful thrust.
“I wish you could see this honey,” Tara says. “Her pussy is gripping you. She’s making a mess all over you.”
“I feel it,” moans Ram. Regardless that I’m on top Ram has all the control. She uses the strength of her core and her upper body to hold me in place and fuck into me. My toes curl as she picks up speed. Her heavy balls slapped me with each movement. “You’ll clean it up won’t you baby.”
“Of course,” Tara chirps. “Keep going, honey. Make sure you cum in her.”
The mention of Ram cumming in me wakes me up from the pleasure-ridden haze Ram has me in. I try to fuss in her arms but this only increases the lust-driven pace Ram is set in. Abusing my hole harder.
“But you aren’t wearing protection,” I whined lowly. That makes them laugh. It makes Ram fuck me harder. Ram works her hips harder. Nine inches of her dick glides through me with brutal force. My juices once again run down my legs. I can hear her behind me her grunts growing louder as she over-extorts herself.
Tara pushes herself off the fridge. She takes two long steps to reach us and Ram slows her pace.
“You sound so ungrateful.” I squeal each time Ram’s hips connect with my ass.
“Quiet,” Ram hushes. “We don’t want Mallory to find you like this. Slutted out like some nasty whore.”
Tara continues, “It could be some nasty man-thing railing you. Taking your cunt and not even offering to cover your abortion. If Ram wants to cum in you she will. You should be thanking us. Your situation could be a lot worse.”
“Thank you,” I gritted through my teeth.
“That’s a good girl.” Tara’s hand slides between my her fingers pinching and flicking my clit. “You say thank you when we fuck you.”
“Thank you!” I squealed again.
“Take a break Ram. I want to taste her.”
Ram listens instantly. She stops working her dick in and out of me at her wife’s request. Tara drops down to her knees her face near my cunt. I look down at her right as Ram pulls herself out of me. My pussy lips flutter open relieved that the invasion has stopped.
Tara wraps her lips around her wife’s girl dick. She feeds herself Ram’s dick. Dropping her head to the base and riding back up with great ease. She slurps and spits her onto it, hands playing with Ram’s balls. I’m mesmerized by the sight. By how happily Tara sucks off her wife.
“That’s it, baby,” Ram eggs on. “Make me feel good.” Her moans echo throughout the kitchen. Her hips jump into Tara’s face. Without question, I press my hand against the back of her head holding her in place as Ram pumps her dick into Tara’s throat.
I wonder what she would say if she could speak. I turn Ram’s head toward mine and lick our lips together. She moaned a good girl into my mouth while Tara choked on the dick below us. My pussy is given a short break but not for long. As we kiss I feel Tara’s mouth move onto me.
She hums as I roll my hips onto her mouth. The vibration targets my clit earning another hip roll. Ram holds her head in place much like I did when Tara was pleasing holding her in place. Quivering moans escape out of me and are blocked by Ram’s hand.
“That’s enough Tara. Let me finish.” Tara probes her tongue in me just a few more times before drawing herself back. “Help put me inside her.”
Before Tara does that she licks the precum building at the head of Ram’s dick off. She lines Ram’s dick against my abused hole and pushed me down onto Ram. There’s a scorching burn as Ram splits me open again.
“Fuck,” I hiss with tears prickly in my eyes. “It hurts.”
“You can take it,” Ram urges. “Just a little more.”
Tara pops herself up from the floor and forces my mouth open. She spits the precum she slurped up into my mouth and then kisses me. All my moans are caught in Tara’s mouth.
Ram pushes herself into my hot snatch. There are multiple sounds. Sounds from Tara and I kissing. Sounds from my pussy as Ram pounds into it. The rain coming to an ever gentle stop. And Ram, announcing her impending orgasm.
“Are you gonna be good and let me cum in you?”
“You really shouldn’t,” I say stammering through my moans. “That’s so risky.”
“We’re taking a big risk paying for your education,” Tara says. “You can at least let Ram cum in you.”
I’m trying to hold onto my senses. I try but fail as Ram passionately drives into me. My eyes keep rolling to the back of my head. When I pull them out I find Tara between my legs again. Sucking on my clit or licking what she can of Ram’s dick.
“I guess we can find another girl,” Ram replies. Her thrusts are still driving into me erratically. “I’m sure we can find another dyke eager to go to school. One who won’t bitch and moan over something as small as a creampie. I’m sure someone else can cover your tuition isn’t that right Tara.”
“Yes, baby.” I can’t take the onslaught happening on my cunt any longer. Without saying anything I betray myself for the final time all for a better future than my cards dealt. “Oh, I think that’s a yes.”
Ram slips her arms under my legs. She hoisted me up in the air and used her muscles to press me against their back. The full Nelson Ram gets me in is done with ease like she’s done that very position to me before.
Her dick leaves me shaking from pleasure and pain. My cervix seizes up after each thrust. I’m pulled off and on Ram’s dick, her grunting and panting a reflection of the animalistic thrusts I’m enduring.
“Next time,” Ram huffs into my ear. “I won’t ask to cum in you again. If you’re trading your body for basic necessities then I can do whatever I want to you.”
I’m in no position to respond. Thoughts walk across my mind but they’re simply washed away. I hear Ram release a growl from deep in their throat. Ram is buried to the hilt as her cum floods my womb.
Ram groans as her release passes through her into me. Ropes of her cum repaint my insides and any sense of dignity I had. My pussy can only hold so much of Ram’s cum. And it starts to overflow out of me down her balls.
My pussy is left throbbing. Full of Ram’s cum and hope. Hope for a future where I’m not the charity case to a rich family.