#58
The clubroom in the mansion had transformed into a full-blown orgy venue by now, the air thick with the musk of sweat, pussy juice, and cum.
Naked bodies sprawled everywhere—girls bent over couches with asses up, legs spread wide as guys pounded into them from behind; others riding cocks reverse cowgirl style, tits bouncing wildly; a few in the corner tangled in a daisy chain, licking clits and sucking nipples while fingers plunged deep into slick holes.
Freshly fucked girls littered the floor and furniture, their thighs glistening with cum leaking from stretched pussies, chests heaving as they caught their breath, only to be pulled into the next round by eager hands.
The once-pristine Persian rugs were stained with bodily fluids, and the low hum of moans and slapping skin created a symphony of raw lust.
I pulled out of the girl I’d been fucking—her name was Mia, I think, a curvy brunette with a tight grip—and scanned the room.
Time had flown; it was already pushing 1:00 PM, and my phone buzzed with a text from my sister: On my way. Be ready.
No questions, no negotiation.
My sister was dragging me home, cutting short what could have been an all-afternoon fuckfest. Although looking at the simple, brief message, she must have really missed me after not seeing me one night. I can feel the desperation from the words alone.
I sighed, slamming back into Mia’s soaked pussy with renewed vigor, her walls clenching around my shaft as I chased one last orgasm. She was screaming now. Her nails dug into my back, urging me deeper.
I’d already cum inside half a dozen girls, painting their insides white, yet my body hummed with unsatisfied energy, cock pulsing like it could go forever.
Rodrigo clapped me on the shoulder, his own dick semi-hard after popping a pill from the enhancement stash they’d been passing around.
“Dude, you’re a machine. Most of us are tapping out after two loads.”
He wasn’t wrong—the boys had been chugging those virility boosters like candy, blue pills that made their cocks swell, and veins bulge, but even with that chemical kick, they could only manage two or three cums before needing a breather.
Half an hour, sometimes a full hour, slumped on the sidelines nursing beers while their dicks softened.
Me? I’d lost count of my orgasms, each one hitting like a freight train, flooding pussies and asses without a hint of fatigue. My balls refilled instantly, heavy and full, ready to unload again.
“Rod, where’s Ally?” I asked.
Rodrigo looked at me and said, “She’s with Donna.”
“Donna?” I asked, bewildered.
“Come on,”
He stood up and gestured for me to follow.
Completely naked, we walked through the piles of bodies. Girls continued to approach us, but we politely refused and headed toward a conspicuous blue-colored room.
“They are here,” I saw Rodrigo pressing numbers on the panel lock, before the sound of unlocking echoed.
The door opened, and we both entered.
I was looking at Rodrigo in bewilderment.
“This is an Exclusive room,” Rodrigo said as if he read my mind. “This is used when a couple wants privacy.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sound leaked through the siding, low and urgent, like a second heartbeat.
I froze.
Ally is here. Exclusive room. A room used when a couple wants privacy… these sounds, could it be…?
“Ally is here?” I asked. “With Donna?”
Rodrigo smiled at me, “Yep,” he said, and I followed him.
Thump-thump-thump.
Closer now, the rhythm carried wet percussion: skin on skin, quick breaths, the creak of bedsprings.
And my suspicion was proven true.
On the bed, there were three bodies, bare, tangled. Donna lay back, knees hooked high. Ally, on the other hand, was driving forward in steady, desperate strokes. There was another girl there, Tilly, if I’m not wrong.
She’s a petite woman but with huge breasts. She’s Donna’s cousin.
Naked, she was lying on the bed, watching as Ally fucked Donna.
Donna’s calves locked around Ally’s waist, heels digging. “Deeper,” she urged, voice ragged.
“You knew about Ally’s physique?” I asked Rodrigo. Since Ally was completely naked, it was safe to assume that they all knew what she was. A hermaphrodite. A woman with an extra, a man’s penis on her.
Rodrigo nodded his head, “Just learned about it a month ago.”
“She told you?”
Rodrigo made a wry smile, “Of course not. Donna saw you and Ally doing it at school. She asked Ally about it. Ally didn’t admit it, but when Donna told her she would ask you, she started to panic. It seems like you had strictly told her not to tell anyone what you were both doing, so Ally didn’t want you to know that Donna knows…”
I frowned. I grabbed Rodrigo’s arm and yanked him, making him face me.
I glared at him, a tremor of fury running through me.
“You’re not blackmailing her, are you?”
My grip on Rodrigo’s arm tightened, knuckles white as I yanked him violently, the surprise on his face not enough to quell the sudden heat in my chest.
“Wo, woah, chill.” Rodrigo stumbled, his eyes wide, a flicker of genuine shock in their depths.
“No, we did not. What the hell –”
Our commotion, sudden and jarring, instantly shattered the intimate hush of the room. Heads snapped towards us. Ally, Donna, and Tilly, frozen mid-motion on the opulent bed, looked at us in wide-eyed surprise, a tangled tableau of limbs and flushed skin.
“Alvin?!”
Ally’s voice cut through the air, sharp and brittle like shattered glass. Her eyes, already dilated from whatever forbidden delight they’d been sharing, widened further, filling with raw, unadulterated terror.
She yanked herself free from Donna’s embrace, a frantic, almost violent movement.
With a wet pop, her female cock slipped free, still hard and glistening with a pearlescent sheen, a testament to the passion she’d been caught in. But she didn’t even seem to notice.
Her face, usually so vibrant, drained of all color, pale as a ghost. Her hands flew up, clapped over her mouth as if to trap a scream, a silent, primal shriek that vibrated in the air around her.
She stumbled off the bed, her knees buckling, body trembling with each ragged, gasping breath. It was as if the world had ended, and I was the meteor that had just struck.
“Ally, it seems like there’s something you’re not telling me,” I said, my voice carefully modulated, betraying none of the chaos swirling inside me.
Truth be told, I wasn’t really angry. Well, a little annoyed, yes. But it was more about the secrecy, the fact that Ally felt she had to hide this from me, rather than what “this” actually was.
Although I bet it would be different if I saw a man fucking her. My gut clenched at the thought, a primal, possessive snarl. But strangely, or probably biased – I fucking don’t know – I was weirdly, profoundly relieved that Ally was the one fucking a woman, not the other way around.
Could it be I got used to it, seeing Ally wrapped around Aunt Morgana last night?
The world we lived in… it was a strange landscape of desires, and perhaps my own boundaries were shifting faster than I realized.
“A-Alvin, you’re misunderstanding it!”
Ally rushed toward me, her steps faltering, a desperate, heartbreaking ballet of fear. She reached out with shaking hands, fingers splayed as if to push away an invisible wall.
“I was… I was…”
Her words were a jumble of half-formed excuses, her eyes pleading, searching mine for any sign of forgiveness.
I looked at her, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touched my lips – though I couldn’t help but wonder if Rodrigo had laid a hand on her.
If he had, I was definitely landing at least a single punch on that bastard’s face. Just one, a clean, solid hit. After all, I did fuck Donna yesterday. We could call that even… right?
Ally looked at my silence, her expression tightening with a horrifying truth she believed she saw reflected in my eyes.
Her face crumpled, and she started speaking faster, a torrent of panicked explanations. But knowing that this kind of thing wasn’t really her fault – after all, just look at what kind of world this was, it was already strange that Ally didn’t have two or three lovers I didn’t know about – I cut her off with a kiss.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against me, and lifted her up.
The shock on her face was momentary before she immediately clung, her arms tight around my neck, her legs wrapping around my hips. I could feel her body, so rigid with fear, begin to tremble violently.
Sobs, muffled and ragged, escaped against my mouth, tasting of salt and despair. I stroked her back, a slow, soothing motion, feeling the tremors ripple through her skin, trying to calm the storm raging inside her.
Her scent, a mix of her natural sweetness and the recent scent of sex, filled my nose, grounding me even as her terror threatened to unmoor us both.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes swollen and red, brimming with that end-of-the-world despair, like I’d caught her in some unforgivable betrayal. Her lower lip quivered, and a fresh wave of tears tracked paths down her pale cheeks.
Although I didn’t know the full story yet, I didn’t want a misunderstanding to hurt her, to create a chasm between us that might be impossible to bridge. So I tried to remain calm and reasonable, to project an unshakeable certainty that everything would be okay.
Besides, I knew Ally would never cheat on me… well, if that word even applied in this world. And it was probably a bit hard to call it cheating when we had just made our relationship official last night.
She had told me I was the only one who had fucked her, and I believed that to be true. Though apparently not the only one she was fucking…
Still holding her close, her legs still wrapped around my hips, I carefully turned and sat at the edge of the bed. Though she wasn’t heavy, and I could have carried her for a while longer, my physical strength, outside of sex, was pitiful.
While having sex, I could last for hours, outmatching my partners with an almost supernatural endurance. But when not doing it, my physical abilities seemed to have been nerfed, like some strange, overlooked perk I didn’t entirely understand. I should probably check on this later.
Ally melted into me as I settled on the bed, her head buried in the crook of my neck, her sobs subsiding into quiet, hitching breaths.
I continued to stroke her back, pressing soft kisses into her hair, murmuring reassurances against her temple.
Across the room, Rodrigo sat on the nearby plush couch, having silently retreated from the initial confrontation. He watched us, a solemn, unreadable expression on his face, not daring to disturb us.
At least this brute knows how to read the mood.
The other two women, Donna and Tilly, had also remained silent, their eyes respectfully averted, giving us a fragile bubble of privacy in the midst of their disrupted intimacy.
“I’m sorry, Al. I, I didn’t mean to hide this… I, I just don’t know how to say it…”
I continued to stroke her back, pressing soft kisses into her hair, murmuring reassurances against her temple.
My lips brushed the damp skin behind her ear, then moved to the curve of her neck, tasting the lingering salt of her tears mixing with her sweet, familiar scent.
Her trembling began to subside, slowly, like ripples fading on a disturbed pond. Her grip around my neck, though still fierce, softened, becoming more a clinging embrace than a desperate hold.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Ally,” I whispered, the words barely audible, meant only for her.
She shifted slightly, burrowing deeper, her face still hidden, but her ragged breaths evening out. I felt a faint shudder pass through her, then a long, shaky sigh that seemed to release a lifetime of tension.
It was a raw, vulnerable sound, and it twisted something in my chest. To see her so broken, so afraid, for something I clearly wasn’t truly angry about, just reinforced my desire to shield her from all harm.
My thumb traced the line of her spine, a gentle, hypnotic rhythm. I wasn’t sure if I was comforting her or myself, but the physical closeness, her body pressed so intimately against mine, was a balm to the subtle anxieties I hadn’t even realized were gnawing at me.
Her lips, still slightly swollen from our kiss, found the skin of my neck, pressing a soft, almost imperceptible kiss there in return. It wasn’t passionate, but a silent acknowledgment, a fragile thread of communication in the wake of her emotional deluge.
I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, slowing, its frantic rhythm giving way to a more steady beat, mirroring my own.
“I… I really didn’t want to hide this from you, promise… I just don’t know how to tell you. I, I got scared..” she finally whispered, her voice hoarse, muffled against my skin. The words were barely audible, but the raw honesty in them resonated deep within me.
I tightened my hold, pressing another kiss into her hair. “I know, Ally. I know.” And I did. She was too good, too pure, to intentionally deceive or hurt me.
Whatever had happened, whatever “this” was, it stemmed from the confusing, often cruel, circumstances of our world, not from malice in her heart.
“Nevertheless, I thought you weren’t a part of this club?”
Ally pulled her head back just enough to look at him, her eyes still clouded with worry. “I, it’s not like that.”
Rodrigo sighed, running a hand through his perpetually messy black hair.
“Ally… well, this specific activity is a private affair, excluded from the club’s main curriculum. Ally’s usually in the Mansion since Aunt Morgana helps supervise and manage Mom’s Velvet Circle, so she spends more time with us and plays around. And we don’t want to make her feel… left out, when we’re doing the activities. So we tried to recruit her and make her join our club, but each time she refused.”
He paused, glancing away uncomfortably.
“It was only when I heard from Donna that she’s, you know, a rumored she-man, that I understood why.”
Ally flinched, a small, barely visible movement, but I felt it completely. She-man.
It’s what most people call people like her—a classification meaning neither strictly man nor woman. Although it was meant to be a neutral description, she often felt it was used to mark her as a freak, someone who couldn’t fit the simple, defining categories of this world.
She ignored the sting, brushing the thoughts aside. She had already come to terms with her condition years ago, and she also knew that Rodrigo didn’t mean anything malicious by the term; it was just the common parlance.
Rodrigo noticed the subtle change in her posture immediately and quickly added, his face twisting in apology, “I don’t mean it that way. Ally, I really—”
“It’s fine,” Ally interrupted, her voice steadier now. “It’s true. And besides, I don’t really care what people call me now.”
She settled back against me, clinging like a koala, burying her face on my neck again. I smiled wryly, stroking her back. The physical closeness was meant to reassure both her and me.
Rodrigo looked at me with an apologetic face, his expression screaming, ‘I messed up.’
I just shook my head slightly at him. “Don’t mind him, Rod. It’s fine, she really doesn’t care about that now.”
Rodrigo nodded, relieved. But before we could transition back to the original topic, another voice chimed in.
