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Sins of the Ancestor: part 3 I drove with a plan through the streets of York. I had grown up in this area and knew it in a way only a misbehaved child could. I wasn't concerned about locking Sara in, she had spare keys to get out, and it had bought me time. If she had rushed out, I wasn't sure that I had the strength to fight her off. That would change though, soon as I got my plan in action. Speaking of which... "Yeah, twenty Chicken McNuggets, a Big Mac meal and two cheeseburgers. Oh, and make my drink a diet coke." I tossed the last bit into try and crack a smile off the nervous little blond puff behind the till. I guessed she was sixteen and on her first shift. Didn't work, she just frowned, looked at her trainer and he set about showing her what to do. Yep, my grand plan was to get some fast food in me. I was starving, it was simple and easy. I had a few looks, especially off mothers desperately trying to resist their kids chips. I answered them each with a wink and a grin. Fuck them, this is definitely a comfort food day. I feasted. One inhalation later, I was sat with a scattering of nuggets and some fries left, slurping at my coke and looking smugly at the astonishment on a fat guys face. I was distracting myself, it was fun, but... What the hell am I going to do? I have five hundred quid (less a McDonald's). That won't last long at all. I have a Citroen Cactus that may or may not have been reported stolen (fugly car, no idea why Sara chose it). I have my phone (S6 Edge, if you wanted to know). Oh, and the few clothes I currently wore. I'd have to take them off to even know what size I am. I needed a plan. Okay, I had a plan. What I needed was a better plan than gorging on a Maccy D's. I snagged two more McNuggets for the road and left, leaving the remains of my meal for one of their staff to clear up. (Believe it or not, that's not me being an arse. I worked in a McDonald's for a few weeks, when working the lobby you wanted stuff to clear up to break up the tedium.) Hey, the Cactus has cupholders! Maybe this car isn't a complete disaster. I stuck my coke in one and opened the glove box. Of course there was a pad and pen there. How could you take down insurance details without having that handy? Sara's nothing if not prepared. She may fucking lie to you for years about your future, your past, your own sodding family. Oh, and what she's prepared or how this huge thing's going to fucking wreck yo- Woah, Nelly. Back away from the ledge. Put down the firehose. I took out the pad and pen, flicked to a page and began writing. Not-Eric's Cunningly Stunning Plan: 1. Think up a name better than Not-Eric. Seriously, that blows. 2. Try to take over the world 3. Put out cat, take in milk, invade Czechoslovakia 4. Go back in time and give Hitler an atomic wedgie 5. Mussolini too 6. Acquire an anvil, coyote and a roadrunner and ...this wasn't working, was it? Okay, point one was valid and pretty vital. Sooner or later I needed to talk to someone and a name is pretty vital for that level of interaction. For the inattentive and dumb, I covered this before, but fuck being called Erika. I'm not some bastardized, female version of- Okay, I kind of am. What I'm not, though, is just whacking an 'a' at the end of my old name and calling it quits. New body, new life, new name. I looked down at my list and scratched through points two through six. Not-Eric's Cunningly Stunning Plan: 1. Think up a name better than Not-Eric. Seriously, that blows. 2. Try to take over the world 3. Put out cat, take in milk, invade Czechoslovakia 4. Go back in time and give Hitler an atomic wedgie 5. Mussolini too 6. Acquire an anvil, coyote and a roadrunner and 2. See Jenny. 3. Talk to Jenny too, dumbass 4. Fuck a guy. 5. ....with a condom. 6. ...or in the butt with a strapon. (get a strapon) 7. Get charger, ipod etc from Leeds home 8. Get new id, nat ins number etc 9. Live my life I looked down the list. Okay, some things I could do right now, others would have to wait. Number eight would be tough. I'd need to go home and... yeah, that could wait. I was sure I had missed things but being proactive gave me purpose. I looked at the list again. Name? I could ponder that as I drove. Jenny? Hmm, she had a lecture but had that been a whole day thing? I could go and find out. I shifted in the seat, pulling my phone from my pocket. I still had Jenny on Facebook and I was sure I had a message from last autumn, a group invite to her housewarming complete with address. I had ignore it then but... 1 new message. I'd had a ton of messages and calls from my housemates after my vomit-laden exit of Friday night. They began as mocking and moved onto concerned before petering away on Sunday with messages wishing me a happy birthday and to say hi to Sara. It was damn unlikely for any of them to have messaged me in the past hour or so since I'd cleared it, which meant it could only really be one person. Sara. Fuck. I could ignore it, right? Lock it in the glovebox, start driving, focus on the list. I opened the message. I understand. Call me or come home when you're ready. You always have my love. X. I stared at the screen. It screamed Sara. No matter what she was calm, she was so. Damn. Reasonable. I... I... I swallowed, pushing everything away and closed my phone. I put it in the glove box. So. This list then. Jenny is likely at uni and Leeds isn't that far anyway. It was what, just gone midday? Cool, with luck I would be back before the worst of rush hour struck. And I could think of name ideas as I drove. See, this way I'm multitasking and being even more productive. Not avoiding crap I don't want to deal with at all. It took just over an hour to drive to my uni house and, radio off, I tried to think of what name to go by. I started with the obvious. Sigrun after mum. Sig. Siggy. I could hear the smoking jokes already. Next please. Sara? Jenny? Uhh, that's just weird. I moved on, trying to think of random names but kept circling back to the same few. Names like Jane (Doe?), Elizabeth, Catherine to name a few. Problem was, for every name I could think of my mind conjured the image of a girl I'd known that had the name. Known and, on many occasions, fucked. None of those appealed. I got to Leeds without even a short list of names. Arse. I'd thought the hour plus driving would have been ample time. Oh well, I had the drive home to go still. Maybe I would go through film stars or bands for inspiration. I didn't have my key but that wouldn't be a problem. Joe had been notoriously forgetful in our first term so we'd hidden a key in the back garden, buried in a flower bed (there were no flowers, just weeds and what may be a strawberry plant bent on world domination). I locked the car and trudged my way down the tiny alley to the back of the house. For the first time, I realised just how small and cramped the alley was. If this was later in the day, the place would be terrifying rather than creepy. The back gate was unlocked. It was always unlocked, but I had still worried about that first time. A couple of minutes and some muddied fingers later, I let myself into the kitchen. My nose wrinkled at the smell. Damn, I'd told Dan to clear up - it was his turn on our little- bitch rota after all - but he'd not bothered. I tutted, shook my head and listened. The house was quiet. Not a surprise, Dan, Joe and I, despite all expectations of so many of the jealous few, had plans to use our degrees and spent a ton of time on campus working. Great. I had the run of the place. I made my way through the house and headed upstairs. I had the front bedroom, the most expensive of the three in the house but Sara had been fine with that. Almost like she was compensating for some future crime perhaps... Anyway. My room was as I had left it unsurprisingly. First, I hit the play button on my iPod and Coldplay began to fill the room. Being here on my own felt creepy, a bit more volume and there, spookiness gone. I grabbed my shoulder bag from the chair and tossed it onto the foot of the bed. It would do. I started gathering some nicknacks that mean nothing to others. An old bookmark, a thimble and a small metal tortoise from a shelf. Each had some meaning to me and went in the bag. Next I raided my desk, taking a bit of cash I'd kept there and my watch. I wouldn't wear it again but it was my expensive eighteenth birthday present from Sara. It went in the bag. I then proceeded to clamber onto the bed, crawled up to the top and stretched my arm down between it and the wall. Worst thing about this room was the awkward plug sockets and this one held my phone charger. My fingers snagged it and I tugged, trying to dislodge it but thwarted by the awkward angle. Just a little more aaaand- "Who the fuck are you?" I damn near shit myself as I whipped my head to look back over my shoulder. I knew that voice, Dan stood in the doorway of my room. Actually, Dan FILLED the doorway of my room. Holy crap I'd never noticed the sheer size of the man. In my fantasy that had been erotic. Now, with him pissed it was just plain intimidating. On the plus side, the sudden jolt had dislodged the charger. Just beyond Dan, I could see Joe. Half a foot shorter than Dan (though still taller than me), his runner-thin body nearly disappeared behind- Was Dan staring at my arse? I suddenly realised how I was posed. Completely unintentionally, I had my arse facing the door and, bent double, was giving him an excellent view of my cheeks. I'd made it worse by just turning my head, completing the stance with a shocked, over the shoulder look. I'd bet money I looked like the opening shot of a porno. "Excuse me?" I rolled to a sitting position before they got any ideas. Shit, I know those guys, before they got any more ideas. "What do you mean excuse you? You're in our house, robbing our friends room. You have thirty seconds before I call the police on you." Police huh? That'd be amusing. 'Name?' 'Pass, you can pick if you like.' 'Fingerprints in the system?' 'Not a single one.' The thoughts had me smirking. Dan, of course, misread that and reached into his pocket. "No. Dan. I'm not." Using his name got his attention. He blinked and almost took a step back. I pushed up to my feet and propped my hands onto my hips. "You are Dan, right? That's Joe lurking behind you. I'm Erik's cousin. He's sick, I just stopped by to grab some bits for him." I waved the phone charger in front of me. Dan's eyes narrowed. "Erik doesn't have a cousin. He doesn't have anyone 'cept his African mum." Smart, testing my knowledge. Two can play that game. "Nice try. First, Sara... Sarjita is Indian, not African. Second, she's a UK national, you damn nerfherder. Third. He has a cousin. Me. Stood right here in front of you. If I was robbing him, would I turn on the music and go for his phone charger?" "Yeah. A cousin he had conveniently never mentioned." Joe decided to join the conversation "What's your name?" "Katja Sandisson." What the fuck? Where the hell had Katja come from? I mean, I've never met a Katja before. At least, not so far as I know. I'm not even sure where I heard it. Though... i t did sound Nordic, especially sharing my old surname too. Dan narrowed his eyes. "Okay, Kat-yah-." "Fuck sake, you English and your name butchering." I blustered at him, improvising on the spot. If in doubt, get aggressive. People on the defensive make mistakes and stop paying close attention. "Kat-EE-yah. Three syllables but if you're just going to butcher it, call me Kat." He put up his hands defensively whilst Dan just shrugged. "Okay then Kat. You say Erik is sick, what's he got and how come he left the hospital?" "Because," I snarled, drawing on the frustration that had been growing inside me, "he's got the same fucking condition that killed my mum! "You want to know why I'm here? Fine!" I snatched up the shoulder bag and grabbed the first thing I could. "See this? It's a fucking thimble! You got any idea why a player like Erik owns one? It's the last thing his mum gave to him. Ever. She died that afternoon. He wants it with him so she's close when he... he..." I couldn't bring myself to say 'dies'. Stupid, I know, but I felt that if I voiced it, then it'd be true. Erik would be gone to his friends. I'd have no chance to get my life back. I turned away, busying my hands with the bag. My rant had worked, my peripheral vision picked up an uncomfortable, guilty glance between my housemates before I squeezed my eyes closed, willing the not to well up. "Hey," Joe's voice was hesitant, "Kat. I'm sorry, we didn't mean to upset you. We're not used to finding strange women in Erik's room." I snorted. "...well, without Erik." Damn straight, I'd brought home many chicks in our years living together, no way was I going to let my legacy go unmentioned. I fought the urge to slump my shoulders, to admit that hopelessness of being here. Of being in Erik's world. I'm not an introspective person. I don't care what makes me tick, I care about enjoying my life and hated this concoction of emotions threatening to unman... fuck's sake, fine, to unmake me. I knew if I didn't do something to take control, I was going to lose myself to them. If I'd been Erik still, well, I'd never have had this issue. Ignoring that minor detail, if I'd still been me, then I would hit the gym, and I'd hit it hard. Weights, cycling, rowing, cross training, I'd hurl myself at each of them until I could barely stand and was euphoric on endorphins. You know, bludgeon your body so hard that thinking of anything no longer works. Could I try that as Katya? Not really. At least, not without someone I trust as a spotter. I've lost muscle by the wagon load leaving my strength limited to unknown extent. Beyond this and probably more importantly, my body has changed. No, for once I don't mean my tits and cunt. I mean my skeleton, notably my pelvis. It was bizarre just walking at first. You don't do that, then run a marathon next day and what I'd do would be close enough. No, this option was not available to me, not yet. Which meant... sod it, option two is a go. I let my shoulders fall and huffed a breath as my head flopped backwards. To Dan and Joe, I would look defeated by my anger and I planned to use that. "Guys," how to play this. What would Katya... what do I want to be my style? I had only a few moments as I turned back to them. I could be coy, full of intrigue and smiles. Uh, how the fuck do you smile coyly? Well, doubt they'll let me disappear to practise for a while so bluntly it is. "I want a distraction. I..." I glanced between them. Damn, what's a good way to start things? Walk over and start snogging? Grab a crotch? Both seemed intimidating as I looked up the men. I improvised, dropped the charger, grabbed the hem of my t shirt and pulled it over my head. It was a brazen act and I felt empowered. My nipples had hardened to points before the top hit the carpet. "I want to fuck." They stared at me, glanced at each other and then looked at me again. A heat filled my cheeks that was nothing to do with arousal. I looked from Dan to Joe. Silence stretched. Fuuuuuuuck this was embarrassing. I had to fight the urge to fold my arms over my tits. Dan began to speak. Joe and I seized it like a lifeline and gave him our full attention. "I, uh, well... with which of us?" Comprehension didn't so much dawn as whacked me with a mallet. For years we'd spoken of getting a crack at a threesome and it had always, always had one guy, two girls. I'd just offered the opposite, a devil's threeway and they were worried about appearing gay. I smirked and walked to them, the bounce of my naked tits drawing their eyes. I stopped with one either side of me and made a show of eyeing each. There was no debate in my mind who I wanted. Dan still blocked the way. I stepped up to him, into his personal space and wrapped my arms about his neck. We drew closer and our lips met. The kiss was slow, our tongues mashed together laconically. It was my first ever kiss with a man and, well, it was alright I guess. Dan's stubble, while expected, wasn't exactly the most pleasant of additions and he was hesitant, rather than passionate. I guess the kiss also paled in comparison to my last, kissing Jenny had years of adolescent fantasies leading up to it. Kissing Dan had a couple of hours and a single wank. Hardly a fair comparison. I'd paid attention to my hearing and sure enough, heard the rustle of clothing that meant Joe was going to leave. I planted my foot on the wall and blocked his path. "Where are you going?" I turned from Dan, leaving my right hand to trail down his front whilst my left snared the fabric of Joe's top. I pulled him in close, pressing my lips to his as my hand squeezed Dan's crotch. I could feel my skin warm as Joe and I kissed. Perhaps it was the lack of surprise or maybe he liked Katya taking charge, either he had a noticeably better technique than Dan. Speaking of, I can tell you that Dan dressed to the left, was enjoying himself and, to my joint annoyance and anticipation, I think he had a bigger cock than me. Err, than Erik did. Oops. Fuck this was confusing. I'd already decided roll with it. Sod the mess in my head, it was time to lose myself in the moment, and that meant I had to get them on board. I pulled out of the snog, my other hand moving to squeeze Joe's cock. (Fuck, really? I had the smallest dick in the house. That's just humiliating.) "Well guys." I moved my hands in unison as I stroked their cocks through their trousers. I hesitated, not because of any doubts but because of the words I was about to say. 'Fingercuffs' had been on my tongue, but that was something Erik would say. It implies a passivity on my part that I was really not aiming for. I was not here for their pleasure this afternoon, they were here for mine. I bought time with a comparative fondle. Lucky Joe, I think he was slightly bigger than Dan. Inspiration struck me at the site of my shelfs beyond the pair. "I want a pair of bookends. You know, one in the front and one in the cunt. Are you willing to loan me your cocks?" I smirked, my eyes flitting between each in turn. They shared an awkward, should-we/shouldn't-we glance that quickly turned to a mutual grin. How often does one find a hot, horny blond at home asking for it? I unbuckled my jeans, shoved them to the floor and, kicking off my shoes, pulled of both them and my socks. They were still grinning at me. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers "Boys, if you're not ready in ten seconds I will kick you out and finger fuck myself without you." That got the pair tossing the clothes about the room in their haste to fuck me. That thought gave me a warm shiver of anticipated lust and I could feel a slickness between my legs. I was grateful for that, I'd once fucked a girl who had dryness issues and didn't want to have to lube up cock and cunt first like I had back then. It didn't kill the mood but it certainly hampered the event. I moved to my bedside table, opened the drawer and grabbed out a condom. "Wait, Erik told you where to find his johnnies?" Dan's face had clouded with confused suspicion. Shit. He was right, I had moved like this was my room, not my supposed-cousins and he had called me on it. I opened my mouth, trusting to Katja to spin a lie. "What, next to the bed? Where everybody ever keeps a stash? Nope, just made sense." I tossed him the rubber. "I want you down below." It wasn't a huge difference but he was smaller and thus was my first time. Kinda. I looked at Joe and sat on the bed. I had an amusing thought of leaving my own snail trail as I touched the cloth. Who cares, not like I'd be sleeping in the wet patch tonight. Fuck, where would I sleep? I shoved the thought aside and beckoned to Joe, eyes on his stiffy as it bounced closer to my. I reached out and took hold, both to guide and control that monster. I should be clear that neither of the was a tripod. Joe was nearing eight inches and thick enough for my hand only just close around, Dan a little smaller in length and comparable in girth. However, cocks (fine, Erik's cock) had always been a torso-and-an-abdomen away from my face. Now it was inches from my, glistening with precum and thick with excitement. I stroked him with teasing slowness. He reached for my head but stopped at a glower. I was in charge of this, not him nor his cock. The mattress shifted as Dan settled beside me, nuzzling my neck and groping at my tits. It was welcome but my thoughts were occupied with the enormity of my next act. I was going to suck a dick. Could I even do that? It was so different to eating pussy, to wanking my own clit and being eaten by a lesbian. Before I was either the passive or playing with the parts that I had always lusted after. Sucking a cock was so... so... It was so Katja. I opened my mouth and engulfed his head. I guess I was still impulsive as Kat as I was as Erik then. So. Cock. In my mouth. Interesting. It felts huge, how often do you open your mouth that wide and hold the position? His meat was hot on my lips and I bobbed slowly, using my hand with my mouth to form a channel of flesh for him. Joe groaned, I felt a thrill of success. And I knew I could do better. What woman has ever been able to give a blowjob after receiving countless of them? Okay, some trans women, but they had Adam's apples' and prostates too. I didn't. That counted for something, right? I swirled my tongue over his glans - I quite liked salt, the taste was bearable - and tickled the japs eye. "Hngh. Shit, Dan she's-" I lapped at the join of foreskin to head, just under the tip and robbed him of speech. Fuck, the power I held over his pleasure was amazing and my blood ran like fire in my veins. Dan had his hand in my knickers but between angles and sitting, he couldn't reach my pussy. I left Joe's dick with a slurp. "Hang on big fella." A moment later I was naked, on all fours and feeding Joe back into his proper place: my gob. I would never have thought sucking dick could be this good. Each groan he made was my doing, each pause I took brought a pleasing whine of protest as he wanted more, each swirl of my... uh, of my tongue... Dan had taken hold of my waist. The pressure of his grip shifted me slightly, his knee nudged my legs open wider. I could feel a coolness as my juices met the open air. Then all I could feel was the thick, blunt warmth as his cock head spread me open. I pulled off Joe, absently stroking him as I focused on my cunt. Dan moved slowly over my full length with his meat, parting my folds and drawing wanton moans from me. As he drew closer to my achingly empty hole, I pushed back, trying to snare his meat in me and end the torment. He laughed and with a single thrust impaled me fully. I froze in an arch, my world reduced to the sudden feeling of being filled. It had been great to feel my dick sink into a willing woman, and it felt almost as good to feel my pussy accept a cock into its depths. I had imagined this feeling. From idle curiosity as a guy to my frenzied wank in the shower earlier. I had then assumed it would be like fingers only less flexible. I was right, technically, but it was so much more. My vagina was malleable and, flexing its muscles or not, it tried to mould around the invader. Maybe three or four fingers would feel different, I couldn't tell yet, but Dan's cock felt so much more. He was thick, he was hot and he pushed at my cunt walls in all directions. It was a fucking revelation. And then, as he began to move, Joe nudged his tip against my lips. FUCK YES! I dived on his cock, eagerly pulling forward, willingly emptying my cunt ready for: "Mmph!" That. Dan pressing back into me, his cock searching for my centre in the most exciting of ways. I rocked forwards, clenching my fist on Joe to keep him for copying Dan's enthusiasm. I was loving that my first heterofuck was a devil's threeway but was determined that the boys fucked to the tune I set. And what a tune it was. I rocked back onto one engorged member whilst greedily slurping down on another. We were in a wanton act of unadulterated lust that was damn near perfect. Perfect except for the minor detail that I couldn't cum. It took time to be sure and, trust me, it felt damn good to use these guys as the proverbial bookends for my fun, but the simple matter was that I needed clit action and the slaps from Dan's sack was purely a tease, not a main event. I timed my moment, pushing Joe away and slipping off of Dan before either could react. "Damn, you can't-" Dan started. "Shit, I was-" Joe interrupted. "Relax." I silenced them both, rolling onto my back swiftly, my left hand reaching for Joe as my right went straight to my little clit-ness. "This way we all can come." I pulled Joe's dick and he had to shift, putting a knee onto the mattress to lower himself, his dick aimed for right where I wanted it. Back in my mouth. I'm sure he could guess, but to be sure Dan knew what I wanted I spread both my legs and cunt wide, my fingers sparing my nub for just a moment to do so. Indulge me a moment. Years ago, before Jenny and I had fallen out so spectacularly, I had challenged her to a dare only my hormone riddled brain could think was subtle. We had been chilling at mine whilst Sara worked and it must have been when we were 16 or so, I think I can remember some exam result stress leaving us both antsy. I had snatched up the longest banana from the fruit bowl and dared Jenny to suck it as hard and deep as she could. She looked me in the eye, peeled it, parted her lips and choked aftera couple of inches. I had snorted with laughter as I hid my boner, only for her to wave the fruit at me and declare it was my turn, double-dare-no-takebacks. I protested. She batted them aside, calling me for welching on the challenge. And it was a challenge, my ego wouldn't let me back down. I swore, snatched the banana and stuffed it into my face, making sure I was looking at her for the inevitable puke that would follow. Only there was no puke. There was a pair of startled teens, the hand holding the banana pressed to my mouth and a throat pulsing as it drew breath around the fruit that filled it. As Erik, I had no gag reflex at all. Nor did Katya. I'm not quite sure how it happened. I do know that Dan thrust hard back into my cunt, and that I was already pulling Joe back into my mouth as he lowered his centre of gravity. Maybe Dan's thrust threw Joe's balance off, perhaps there was no silent communication between the two of them. I don't know, my view was of Joe's legs and balls. All I can say is that all three of us froze with Dan buried in my cunt and Joe almost as far into my mouth. I had grabbed hold of Joe's hips with both hands reflexively. I was this close to freaking out, my belly rising and dropping sharply as a panted for breath. "Oh shit." Joe's voice was hoarse. "Kat, sorry, I'm so sorry. Here, let me pull back." I didn't move. Why the fuck wasn't I moving? A throat fuck wasn't the deal. This wasn't me being in charge. I should push him back, get my airway completely clear and have my breath be normal, not laboured. "She's fucking deepthroating you, Joe!" I was. Holy crap, I really was. I was deepthroating a guy, something I had fantasized about as Erik, yet had never managed to get. I didn't have a cock stuck in my throat, I had my throat wrapped around his cock. I wasn't choking, okay it wasn't especially comfortable but I was fucking deepthroating his cock. Perhaps it was the echo of Erik, maybe as Katya I just found it fucking hot. Either way, arousal flowed hot through me as I once more decided to stick with my choice. My hands pulled on his hips, drawing him the final inch into my mouth until his coarse, close cropped pubes prickled against my lips. "H-holy shit! Did ya see, did ya see?" Dan's only response that I could tell to Joe was to mirror me, slowly pressing his hips into the flesh of my arse and push slightly further into me. I eased Joe back, pushing him until he occupied merely my mouth and further, until just the tip was still in my mouth. My cunt ached with that sweet emptiness as Dan held his cock at my entrance. I chose not to warn them that this was my first time deepthroating (or sucking dick at all). Confidence was sexy and it's not like I lacked experience sexually in other ways... right? I pulled on Joe's hips. He was content to let me set the pace, crowing with glee as once more my throat opened to his length. And Dan, the delicious, thick, warm cock of Dan, pressed inexorably into my cunt. I bent my legs around Dan's waist, holding him in place as I squeezed both my hands to still Joe as well. There was one last thing I wanted to do before we resumed the full fucking. I moved my right hand to my neck and gently probed with my fingers to feel just how distorted Joe's dick had made my body. I bulged under my jaw and on the upper half of my neck, my organs had shifted to accommodate his manhood. My groan must have felt good for him, as Joe's echoed the sound. Everything about this moment had my cunt soaked, blood so hot it felt like it was boiling and skin on fire. It was time. I shoved at Joe's hip with my left hand. I detangled my feet, releasing Dan. I put my right hand on the top of my mound. I grabbed at my nipples with my left hand. I tried to cry out the order to fuck me, but it's hard to enunciate with a mouthful o' cock. Still, the boys must read body language well enough, they understood my "ungkh ee!" and began to carefully feel their way into a rhythm. It was not quick, but sex doesn't have to be jackhammering to be good, and holy fuck was this good. They followed the initial rhythm I had set up, long powerful strokes filling my mouth and cunt in tandem, followed by near-withdrawals from both ends and a literal moment of breathing room before the next stroke. I was, by necessity, more passive this time and reliant on them to fuck me but that does not mean I did nothing but take it. I squeezed my cunt tight around Dan, I moaned far more than was required for Joe's enjoyment and, above all, I... what was the term Jenny used? Ah yeah, I jilled myself like it was the end of the fucking world. I strummed my clit like I was performing the fiddliest, fastest guitar solo of all time. I plucked at my tits, grabbing fistfuls of tender flesh and yanking, twisting and pinching to overload my senses. The room was a heaving mass of sex, I couldn't tell what grunts belonged to who and loved every moment. And despite all that was happening right there with me at the epicentre, I still didn't fucking come first. "Oh. Fuck. YEAH!" Joe slammed his last thrust home roughly and I felt the pulsing throb of his climax as he shot his cum into me. I didn't think, just swallowed reflexively with each jet of his seed, groaning as his cock tried to twitch in excitement but was too securely anchored. I had done this, I had earned his load and the thought made me heady. Well, headier. I was already pretty damn high in the moment. I was so close to cumming. Not quite teetering on the precipice, but that edge was but moments away when Dan roared out his climax and slammed himself fully into me. Joe pulled his rapidly shrinking cock from my battered throat as Dan's organ twitched inside me, his muscles bulging with strain as he filled my cunt with the spreading warmth of his orgasm. YES! This was it! That feeling... That was... That was... Spreading warmth? Cold realisation shot through me with a shiver and I shoved myself off his dick in time to see his last spurt splatter onto my bed sheets. Erik's bedsheets. Fuck, that's not the important part of this. "You bastard!" I exploded from the bed, leaping at him and grabbing a tight grip on his balls. "Where's the rubber?" He blinked at me. "WHERE IS THE FUCKING RUBBER?" He glanced at the floor. Well, his eyes did, the moment he began to move his body I tightened my grip on his nuts and he froze. There, unopened, sat the condom. "What the utter fuck?! D'you think I used it just to tag you with cunt duty?" "Hey, look, chill out. You're on the pill right? Or there's those morning after ones. You know it feels better bareba-" I cut him off with a squeeze. He winced. Fuck him, I squeezed harder. I was creeped out. Really creeped out, both by his actions and because I understood his reasoning. Condoms did make sex feel worse, and there was still options for me. Hell, I'm pretty sure that Dan, Joe and Erik-me had joked around about this situation. I hadn't realised then just how violated I would feel. He took my choice from me, ignored my consent. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You know what this means?" My throat, raw from the consensual throatfuck, gave my voice a low rasp. "I consented to protected sex. My prints are on the condom and that drawer. You took that from me. "You. Fucking. Rapist." "What? Fuck no, no no no I'm not, I'd never..." "REALLY? You think that fucking defence will work? Your cum leaking from my cunt proves that you are, and that you just. Fucking. Did." "Dude." I'd forgotten Joe behind me. "She's right man, you don't do that." It was Joe's agreement that made it real. I saw panic enter his eyes, his lips flapping as he spluttered incoherently. I knew Dan. I had never thought he would take a woman's choice from her, and even now I was sure he would stop the moment he heard 'no' being uttered. In all honesty, I'm not sure Erik could have stated how Dan had been wrong. He deserved a lesson, but not the police. He didn't deserve that and I had the minor issue of not legally existing. Still, the threat of it would come in handy. I smiled crookedly as inspiration struck. Punishment for him and satisfaction for me. "Dan. You've dumped your cum where it's not wanted. I'm going to call the police and you're going to spend your life a registered sex offender and probably go to jail. I hear they like rapists in jail. Treat you real nice..." I've never seen the big guy look so small. "Unless..." He seized on that hope, moving to grab my shoulders until a twitch of my fingers held him back. "Kat, I-I'm sorry. I never thought like that. I'll d-do anything to sort it, just say what." "Get on your back and clean all your cum out of me. No hands allowed." He faltered, the prospect of eating his own semen giving him a queasy look. I turned to Joe. "Hey Joe, get my phone from my pocket would you?" "No no, I'll do it. I'll do, uh, that." "And make me cum?" "Yeah, anything." "Well? Go on then?" "Uhm. My balls?" I released them and he sheepishly began to arrange himself in place. "Fuck's sake, waiting for it all to run away? Get a move on." I moved before he was ready, thrusting my crotch towards him as he settled and lowering my weight as soon as his face pointed vaguely in the eight direction. Joe was grabbing his clothes from the floor as Dan's tongue made his first pass. "Not up for a second round?" He snorted. "You're insatiable. That was amazing but I need a few. Hours. Or years maybe." My grin fluttered once as Dan focused on my clit. I shifted my hips, moving my vagina to his mouth. "Insatiable? Dude, I'm the only one of us that's not ah cum ye-ET!" Dan drove his stiffened tongue into me like a miniature dildo, startling me enough to grab his head for support. "I think Dan'll sort that out. Enjoy." Boy was he sorting me out. I ground my sex down, pushing my clit against his nose and cheeks as his tongue... probed? Swirled? Poked? It seemed to be everywhere in my slit and tasting the first inch or so of my cunt. My fingers tightened their grasp on his hair and I closed my eyes. Dan had his fun. Joe had too. This was my time and I was damn sure going to enjoy it. He didn't have the understanding Jenny had shown of how to play me but he was damn good and had more than enough enthusiasm to get me there. I gave myself over to his tongue, focusing hard on the feeling of it running over my cunt and resolutely shoving all other concerns aside. It didn't take me long, whilst I'd been pissed at Dan for shooting in me, my body hadn't forgotten the double teamed reaming I'd just been loving. Passion surged through me as if it had never been gone and I rode his face hard. It seemed only be moments later that I hunched forwards, fingers twisted horridly in his hair and came on his face in a wordless screech. His tongue tried to prolong the fun a few moments more but I couldn't take it. My clit had gone hyper-sensitive and I shifted myself reflexively, getting my too stimulated cunt away from my housemate. A swipe from his tongue showed me that it wasn't enough, so I lifted my hips and then released my grip on his hair, intending to fully detach myself.. I felt his hands grip my waist. "No. No, I owe you." He tugged on my hips, pulling me back to his face with enough force to be insistent, but weakly enough that I could resist had I chosen to. Aww, he's learning. I didn't resist. "I'm too sensitive, it won't happen again." He snorted a hot breath onto my cunt before running his tongue over my labia. I shivered, the pressure was diffused enough through my lips to my clit to give me doubts to my prior assertion. I don't know how he ignored my pubes as he did it and, frankly, I didn't care. His tongue circled my sex slowly now, keeping the pressure constant as the angles varied. I shifted slightly, planting my left arm on the bed and groping my tits with my right. Like his tongue, I adopted a gentle touch and mimicked his circular motions. "Fuck, Dan, you're good at this." I groaned out, losing my inner monologue as I felt the tremors of my next orgasm twitch my limbs. I moved my cunt into the path of his tongue and pleasure spiked through me, flooding my wearied limbs with energy. "Hngh!" He kept the same motion going, seemingly ignoring my change. It was a genius move, giving me the routine to work with myself. I thrust my cunt into his tongues path and grunted as only an orgasmic woman can. It was our turn to set up a rhythm now, I planted both hands to the bed and rode his face like the world was ending. My climax hit me hard and fast. I guess the previous cum had sped things up for me. I fell forwards, catching myself on my elbows and throat burning as I bellowed out. My vision aws filled with bursts of light, my ears could only my own cries. In that moment, all I could process was the pleasure filling me. An eon later, I found I had crawled off Dan and was slumped onto my side, shivering with small tremors in the aftermath. I felt him push my legs open and lean in. I shooed him off with a tired hand. "No. No more. Mercy, I'm done." Mercy? Oh yeah, I'm kick ass me. Still, it worked and I felt his presence shift through the mattress. "So, are we good now? You're not going to call the cops?" I could still hear the worry in his voice. Whilst I'd like to say I decided to put him out of his misery, the truth was I could barely think enough to vocalise a response. I flung a pillow at him. It was the only reasonable response after all. The bed shifted as he rose. I needed to get up. I had to finish packing up whatever bits of crap I wanted from this room, have a quick wash and then start working on the rest of my list. Yet I didn't move. I hadn't realised just how tempting my old bed was to me. Lying there, in the bed I knew so well, breathing great lungfuls of Erik's scent. Yeah, I apparently smelt different enough now to notice my old smell. It was kinda weird, but at the same time really soothing. Like I was surrounded by the ultimate comfort blanket. Well, I had said I'd stay in the moment... I tugged at the duvet, half cocooning myself in its folds. "You just going to stay there, huh?" I cracked an eye. Dan had his clothes in hand and stood there regarding me. "Yeah. Just for a bit. Do you mind?" I guess he thought I wanted permission, as he said "Not at all," before he left the room and closed my door behind him. I'd meant for him to fuck off, weariness and climax had robbed my voice of it's typical aggression, and I didn't have the energy to muster a parting comment. I peered about my room one last time before closing my eyes. Sleep came quickly. *** Author's note: I love writing this story but a combination of real life, starting another story and writer's block delayed this installment. I hope there are people waiting on this installment and I'm sorry for the delay. As ever, I am looking for comments and would love to hear people's thoughts, likes and dislikes on my work. The next chapter is planned and is the last of the initial story arc I had in mind for Katya (well, assuming it doesn't spill into a fifth installment). That's not to say I'm looking to end her tale, just that the initial impetus for writing it is almost done and I'm open for ideas on where to take her next. If you have any requests, I'll gladly listen. Might not obey, but I will listen. Miley Citrus, I hope I showed in this part that Erik/Katya is angry at Sara for hiding his pending change from him, that's where he thinks she lied to him. It was a crappy situation for her and he's not reacted well to her choices. Tash, thanks! Jenny will be back in part 4, I promise! Derangeatron. Thank you, I hope my descriptions are up to scratch/not overburdened. Thank you Laila. If anything, I feel Dan and Joe are the 'least real' of the characters I have written, but then here their motivations were pretty simple. "Who is that? Where is Erik? Wahey, lets fuck." There is more to them, like Joe having depth enough to see the source of Katja's anger. They might return at a later point and get more screen time though, I've really not decided yet. You are most welcome, Shauna Marie. Thanks to all for reading!