“Bob your head now,” Weems told her. “Try to take in a little more, just always a little more each time. Yes, that alpha cock is certainly appetizing, isn’t it? If you could see the look on Enid’s face. It’s as if she’s slipped into a warm bath after a long, sweaty day. So relaxed. So contented. So happy with her sweet little omega, her perfect pretty cocksucker…”
Wednesday tried to block her out most of all. She didn’t like what her body was doing while Weems continued talking. How it heated up, how it tingled, how it itched. She didn’t care that Enid was an alpha; so why did her skin feel like it couldn’t bear touching Enid so little?
A desire to shut Weems up and perhaps natural instinct made her pump her mouth on Enid’s cock, carefully testing the tightness in back of her throat that would have to open up and let that erection in. Slowly she was engulfing more of the throbbing member… more and more of the musky, wild scent from Enid’s balls seemed to be building up in her cranium, overwhelming her brain as she breathed more in. Wednesday liked this. She wanted to taste more. She wanted to taste cum.
“Yes, you’ve wasted a lot of time not worshiping that alpha cock,” Weems breathed. “But you’re making up for lost time now. Show Enid what a good omega you are. You don’t want someone else to get the privilege of servicing her prick, now do you?”
Wednesday’s head jerked up and down in a regular cadence. She couldn’t even think of Enid feeding someone else this cock. She was too busy hungering to have the entire thing in her mouth, down her throat. And this was only the first time! Who knew how many nights she might be alone with Enid: nothing but her, her roommate, and this hot, hard, cum-bloated cock to suck and ride and…
Oh God, she could have it in her cunt! If it was this good in her mouth, what would it do to her pussy?
“Such a good girl when you want to be,” Weems noted. “When there’s a fat cock to wrap your mouth around. Imagine your grades if you wanted to please your teachers this much.”
Enid’s prick was getting hotter on her tongue. Wednesday pounded her mouth on it even faster, letting the slippery erection ride as far into her throat as she could get it. Her tongue tasted every inch of Enid’s firm length; when her head was sunk all the way into Enid’s lap, she licked at the alpha’s balls. Cum…
“So much cum in there,” Weems said, disturbingly vocalizing thoughts Wednesday wouldn’t admit to. “All yours. And all you have to do is serve your alpha. Which you would do just to keep your mouth from being so terribly empty. What if it tastes even better than that cock, Wednesday? How long will you be able to go without sucking more out of that sweet alpha cock? A day? A night? An hour?”
Damn her, she was right. Wednesday could feel the slickness between her own thighs. Pure wetness, singing out of her cuntlips and making a soaking mess of her panties. And her thighs. And probably the floor she was kneeling on.
“Go on. Touch yourself. Enid would probably want to ravish you herself, but until she does, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you enjoying yourself. Just try not to make too much noise. We wouldn’t want to wake our sleepy alpha before you’ve taught yourself to throat all that cock.”
Wednesday couldn’t help herself. Weems egging her on was too maddening, made the urges inside her impossible to ignore. She stretched a hand down between her legs until she’d reached her flooded cleft and then, after an anxious moment, her fingers reached into her folds. Her clit was already hard, pricking out a good-half inch from her body, and when she stroked it between her thumb and forefinger—
“MMMMPH! GGGGRK!”
Weems smiled, leaning in close to Wednesday’s cock-spiked mouth like she wanted a turn at sucking too. “Don’t choke now. Remember to keep sucking. You have to keep serving your alpha—you wouldn’t want her to deny you that gorgeous cock…”
It was all too wild, too crazy, but Wednesday couldn’t stop now. Not when it all felt so good. Her fingers rubbed harder against the sleek lips of her pussy. With her mouth completely filled by Enid’s pounding erection, she used her other hand to reach down and toy with her clit.
Something stirred in when she had both her cunt entered and her clit stimulated.
Was this an orgasm? Could it be she was going to come with no more input from her lover than providing a big cock? Or was it that she was actually indulging herself with masturbation? Both seemed equally unlikely, but Wednesday couldn’t waste time taking stock of how weird it was. Weems was correct: she had to keep at it, let herself be guided by her pleasured body, until she’d finally spent all the tension she’d been reckless enough to kick into high gear.
It occurred to Wednesday that maybe this was what Enid had been feeling. All day and all night. She felt a note of sympathy for her roommate that was entirely unlike her. Her motives were getting all tangled up. Was this about relieving Enid’s stress or satisfying herself? She didn’t have the presence of mind to question it right now. All that made sense was obeying the dictates of her body. And Weems, frustrating as she was, had given them a voice that could make it past all her suppression.
More heat crouched between her wet thighs. Her sex seemed even wetter than it had been before. Her body was more than eager to reach the release she’d somehow managed to tantalize herself with. It felt like she’d been hungering for it for years…
She swallowed, feeling the stiffened flesh of Enid’s prick push against her tongue and pulse against the roof of her mouth. Wednesday slid her head back up, and it should’ve relieved her to no longer have so much cock stuffing her mouth, but she felt incomplete without it. Her head went right back down, mouth slurping its way to the base of the rigid erection.
God, she was so hungry for it. She wanted to strangle herself with this cock, to throat it, but she was too afraid of waking Enid. If she were careful, maybe she could end Enid’s suffering without ever letting her know where relief had come from.
Keep sleeping, Enid, she thought. No one needs to see Wednesday Addams with a dick in her mouth, least of all you.
Wednesday rubbed harder at herself. She didn’t even know why she was doing it. Something was building inside her, making her shudder as she knelt beside Enid’s bed, her mouth sliding up and down, up and down, never fully relinquishing that alpha cock, always demanding more.
Her first climax was a tickle, a prelude to those that would follow, but it egged her on. She worked her fingers deeper, harder. Her thighs pressed tightly around her hand. And she kept sucking, like it was doing something to her, adding another stimulation to what she was already getting from both hands.
“You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” Weems again. Her voice was breathy, warm. “You could be a good girl and come for Enid when you’re told, but you just have to sneak around on your alpha and do it while she’s sleeping. She’ll punish you when she wakes up. She’ll put you in your place—her good omega cocksucker—and I think you’ll enjoy that too.”
Wednesday didn’t even think to shut Weems up, to want her to shut up. Her next orgasm washed over her like Weems’ words were doing. She twisted her head from right to left as he pursed lips sucked even harder on Enid’s cock. They were tightening, trying to press into the rigid flesh, but there was no defying how stiff Enid’s erection had grown. Only sheer willpower kept Wednesday from using her teeth; she wanted to see just how tough Enid’s prick really was.
She could feel Enid’s cock shuddering. Enid’s hips launched into motion, pushing up against Wednesday’s face.
Her third orgasm hit her like a storm. She shivered uncontrollably, rocked by how satisfied she was… and how she could still have that feeling again. Sparks flew from her fingers and lit up her clit, making it vibrate in delicious torment.
Still she kept her lips around Enid’s cock: sucking, sucking, always so voracious, so hungry for more.
Another realization hit her as she worked herself to a fourth orgasm. She could feel the overpowering ecstasy rolling through Enid’s body, yearning to finally be expressed in her own climax. Wednesday knew the exact feeling that was coming her way. It awed her to be the source of it.
“Look at what you’re doing to her,” Weems purred, now behind Wednesday, giving her an unvarnished view of Enid’s body as it reeled from the blowjob. “Your mouth. Your lips. Your tongue. See how she roils with pleasure. Her nipples hard. Her breasts heaving. That pure bliss on her face. You say you’re not a sub, Wednesday? That you don’t care about her being an alpha? Then why are you getting off so hard on serving her? Admit your place. Admit you want to be hers. Allow your alpha to pleasure you. You know you can’t give yourself what she can. Imagine all the fucking an alpha like Enid can give to her beloved bitch?”
The mere thought of it led to another climax overpowering Wednesday. It was like a hurricane inside her body, whipping around all thoughts, all sensations, all emotions. And another orgasm blasted through her in rapid succession, taking her to a new plateau of rapture. Wednesday didn’t know if there was some ultimate satisfaction waiting for her or if she’d just spend the rest of her days in total bliss, servicing Enid with her mouth—she didn’t ever want to stop!
Yet she didn’t know if there could be a greater thrill. Not until Enid groaned and surged and became a volcano, inundating Wednesday’s mouth with how much she’d pleased her. And the knowledge that she was giving Enid such ecstasy made her suck, made her swallow, made her hollow out her cheeks so she could pull in everything Enid gave her. Not wasting a drop. Swallowing it all down her heaving throat.
Again and again she gulped on the pounding cock, emptying the rapidly deflating balls of their delicious contents. It all went down her throat: hot, sensuous, voluptuously satisfying. Wednesday was filled with it, suffused with its heat like she never had been before. She broke out into sweat. Then she realized Enid’s prick wasn’t getting any softer. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and pulled back from it. The cock swung into the air, throbbing above her like a looming tower. Wednesday couldn’t imagine what she’d do to satisfy it that she hadn’t already done.
Enid sat up then. She faced Wednesday, her cockhead up nearly to her breasts, which quivered with a perverse energy Wednesday had never seen in her before. Enid was energetic to begin with, but this was darker, more focused, more potent. She stared at Wednesday with yellow eyes.
Wednesday wiped her mouth and felt something slick rub off on the back of her hand. Enid’s cum. It trailed from her lips all the way to the pit of her stomach. There was no way Enid’s sense of smell couldn’t pick it up, the musk of it filling the room and undercutting Wednesday’s usual scent.
“Say she’s your alpha,” Weems whispered, her voice hushed as though even she were intimidated by Enid. “Quickly!”
Wednesday wouldn’t. She was not going to participate in some antiquated mating ritual that wasn’t even from her species. Sucking cock was one thing, but devoting herself to being a sex slave? No. No way.
“What are you doing up?” she asked Enid. “I’m the nightowl here. The last thing I need is for you to be trading memes with social media buddies from Australia.”
Enid reached out. She put her hand over Wednesday’s mouth. She stared into Wednesday’s eyes.
“You’re wet. I can smell it. I can always smell it. Usually you don’t want to admit it, but this is—this is really admitting it!”