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Complexity and Depth - 4
by LJDoofus75 (ljdoofus75@gmail.com)

***

This is the final chapter of Abby's and Darrin's 
relationship. Abby has been seduced by her lover into 
doing things she never thought she could or would do. 
Find out how things turn out. (MMF, reluc, oral, anal, 
exh, bi)

***

PART IV

When Darrin and Mikie's lips separated, she was gasping 
for air in the final throes of cumming as her cunt 
spasmodically convulsed on my tongue. Her hips were 
grinding over my lips and she muttered some orgasmic 
babble then naturally leaned forward to steady herself 
on her hands. Darrin had dislodged 'The General' from my 
cunt and as he stepped back to watch, I saw his hand 
rest on the nape of Mikie's neck.

As he lightly guided her head down, he said, "Mikie, I 
know how much you love my cum. I'm sure it's extra tasty 
mixed with Abby's." 

While her head slowly nestled between my legs, her cunt 
disengaged from my lips and I felt her tongue easily 
slip into the gaping chasm 'The General' had left 
behind. It felt like Mikie's tongue was licking the last 
of the frosting from the mixing bowl as her tongue made 
laps around my cunt walls searching for every drop of 
Darrin's cum enshrined in me. 

My head was spinning from the wine, sex and the feeling 
between my legs. What she was giving me was beyond 
euphoric. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced 
before. She was extraordinary.

Darrin approached Mikie from behind. 'The General' was 
still hard and slick with our cum. I assumed that little 
blue pill was working. 'Patton' approached her slit, 
which was glistening with my oral salivations. I had a 
worm's eye view as I scrutinized every detail of his 
approach. 

First, her lips folded in slightly with the initial 
contact. Next, they spread as more pressure was applied. 
The head disappeared inside her, followed inch by inch 
of 'The General' in his totality. This confirmed my 
suspicion that this wasn't her first time working with 
'The General'. 

Darrin grasped her waist and began a slow rhythmic 
motion initially – sliding in and out. I couldn't help 
but wonder what it looked like from this vantage point 
when 'The General' fucked me. 

Mikie's tongue was moving me closer to another rousing 
climax of unprecedented heights, but I was enthralled at 
the sight of my love's love piston, aka 'The General', 
fucking another woman. When it was buried deep inside 
her, apparently, she couldn't help but lick me faster 
and deeper. She slowed down to a more sensuous pace when 
it was extracted. I was so hot given the visual and 
physical stimulation, not to mention, the mental 
hysterics. My brain was on overload.

She was exuding her love lubricant at a tremendous rate. 
It was gushing over my face. An irresistible urge came 
over me. I had to lick it. I slurped her clit and with 
it The General's shaft. Of course, Darrin noticed 
saying, "That's it Ms. Abby Weiss. Lick us and I'll give 
you the prize."

I had to hold out. I wanted to cum, but not until the 
right time. When Darrin was 13" deep in her, I'd lick 
and suck his cum holders. They had a musky taste from 
all the energy we were expending and tasted like I 
imagined an old sexy gym sock would taste. I saw them 
begin to tense and they pulled up pulsating in his huge 
sack. I knew he was filling her with his cum and I 
wanted it. He abandoned her sheath.

My mouth clamped to her slit like lamprey to its dinner. 
I savored Darrin's seed and began emulating her tongue 
gyrations in my cunt. She sat upright and shoved three 
fingers into me as her thumb massaged my clit. A flood 
of Darrin's spunk mixed with her juice flowed from her 
like a tsunami. 

I couldn't hold back any longer and produced frenzied 
screams into the Mikie's pink abyss while trying not to 
drown and drinking the prize my love had left for me. It 
was like we were all becoming one by sharing each 
other's sexual drink. Tears of joy trickled down my 
cheeks.

Jesus Fucking Christ, waves of jubilation, ecstasy, 
warmth and serenity inundated me all at once. This 
physical and emotional flood had opened my mind. At that 
instant, I fully understood what Darrin meant by 
accepting God's gift of sexual pleasure. There was no 
wrong in basking in the glow of personal sexuality, 
where nothing imagined was perverted. 

God wants us to be sexual and enjoy one of his most 
precious gifts in every way conceivable. I had had a 
Saul-like biblical epiphany. The scales had fallen from 
my eyes and I could see clearly. This was my new 
religion. 

Instantaneously, I had become a sexual zealot where the 
only relief was to commune at the altar of Cock and Cunt 
to receive the emotional exhilaration and spiritual 
fulfillment from this sacrament that I now craved. Fuck 
what other people thought. It only mattered what I 
thought and felt.

We all collapsed in a sweaty heap with limbs intertwined 
on Darrin's bed (altar) exhausted from our experience. I 
was tired, but drank from the chalice of sexual 
fulfillment many more times that day and night.

*****

The next morning, I lay on Darrin's right and Mikie on 
his left. Both of us had snuggled into his broad manly 
chest. I could hear her breathing. She looked beatific 
to me. She had this glow. It was irresistible. I had to 
feel her skin again. It was so soft, warm and delicate 
as I caressed her.

Her eyes fluttered and a smile rose across her lips like 
the sunrise. Her hand extended as she stroked her 
fingers through my hair relocating the strands that had 
fallen over my eyes. She kissed me and I kissed her 
back. Her lips were like luscious pink rose pedals 
sparkling with dew. I wanted her.

She had other ideas and took my hand and slid it under 
the covers until it found 'The General' still asleep. 
She laid it over him like a blanket as her hand lightly 
began strumming his two friends. I saw her tongue extend 
and lick Darrin's nipple. I followed her lead and began 
doing the same with the one at my lips.

'The General' began to stir. My fingers could nearly 
fold around his thickness. I moved my index finger 
casually over his helmet. I felt him pulse in response. 
Darrin moaned as his eyes opened and said, "This is 
every man's dream to be awakened by two beautiful women 
who want to do things to him."

Mikie began kissing her way down Darrin's torso. I again 
followed her lead. I knew where she was going and by 
then I had a sensuous grip on things, so to speak. I 
pulled back the covers as we continued our lip journey 
toward the enviable destination, The General's HQ. 

When we arrived, I nestled my chin on one hip and Mikie 
did likewise on the other. I leaned The General in her 
direction offering her the first taste. Her tongue 
extended. His purple helmet sparkled with her offering. 
I did the same. We continued trading tastes as The 
General grew in stature. Her eyes couldn't hide her 
rising passion. I was feeling dampness, too.

While her tongue was wrapped around his head, I slipped 
my hand behind Mikie's and pulled her lips to mine. I 
began 'Frenching' her with 'The General' trapped between 
our wet oratory muscles. We sucked 'The General' between 
us – back and forth with tongues flicking and slurping 
his head as we explored each other's mouth. It was the 
best 'French' kiss ever.

Darrin said while moaning, "Oh, my god that feels 
delicious. I love you two and the way you're making me 
feel."

It had happened! Darrin said he loved me. Yes, I know, 
it was more an 'I love us', but still, I was included 
and it was only two, not ten. Of course, he could have 
meant that he loved what we were doing to him. No... I 
couldn't believe that's what he meant. After everything 
I had done for him, I didn't believe that's what he 
meant. He had to love me.

We continued this until The General was ready for 
battle. 

Mikie abandoned her post saying, "Abby, why don't you 
continue your tongue exercises. I'll be right back." As 
she headed toward the bathroom, I assumed she was going 
to pee.

Darrin repositioned himself with his back resting on the 
pillows up against the headboard. He said, "I get a much 
better view from here and the visual is almost as 
exciting as the stimulation." He spread his legs to 
allow me unimpeded access to The General and his aides.

I was engrossed in the task at hand (tongue) and lurched 
when I felt a long slow slurp of my slit. It was Mikie 
and that just enticed me to pick up the pace of what I 
was doing. I took The General deep into my mouth and 
swirled my tongue around his circumference. 

The fragrance of our dried secretions wafted up from 
Darrin's groin as a reminder of the previous night's 
debauchery. I tasted the amalgamation of our cunts and 
Darrin's cum that coated The General. It was a heady 
brew. 

I began a rhythmic up and down motion like an oil 
derrick pumping crude. The slurping had halted and I 
felt some pressure at my opening. I thought it was 
Mikie's fingers. No, it was something else that was 
being pressed into me. It felt so familiar, so delicious 
and so big. It felt like Darrin, The General, but that 
couldn't be he was in my mouth. I glanced over my 
shoulder and Mikie was starting to fuck me with a strap-
on.

Darrin commented, "This is a visual I've been wanting to 
see – you being fucked by another cock while sucking me. 
This is just awesome."

I had a strange feeling come over as I realized that my 
love wanted to watch me be fucked by other cocks. I 
don't know why he would want that, and I knew that they 
wouldn't satisfy me like Darrin's General. 

Our lovemaking had progressed from 'normal' he/she sex, 
to me flashing my lady parts to strangers, to me sucking 
him at 70 mph with truckers watching, to eating Mikie's 
cunt and now he loves watching me get fucked while I 
suck him. Where would this end? Is there always 
something else down the road with Darrin? Could I really 
satisfy his emotional needs? Did I still want to? 

Suddenly, these words materialized and overpowered my 
rational thoughts – Oh, yes, yes, that feels so divine.  
I didn't have time to contemplate the answers any longer 
because the fucking my cunt was getting was about to 
launch me into another dimension. It was undeniable that 
Mikie was an expert with a strap-on. 

My legs began quivering uncontrollably as my oral 
supplications continued to ravage The General with a 
greater sense of urgency. I'd never felt so sexually 
full. My mouth and cunt were overflowing with huge 
cocks. I started shrieking in ecstasy from Mikie's 
actions, but it didn't last longer because Darrin shoved 
my head down on The General. 

He moaned saying, "Oh, yeah, Abby baby, drink my cum. 
Take that cock. Swallow it all." 

Was he talking about his cock or the one in my cunt? Did 
he want me to deep throat The General or swallow his 
cum? I'd seen Mikie deep throat him the night before, 
but I'm sure she had much more practice than I. I took 
the easy route and assumed the answer was his cum.

As he filled my mouth with his orgasmic protein drink, I 
gulped it down like a camel rehydrating at a desert 
oasis. Mikie was burying her replica of The General into 
me as deep as she could. I nearly passed out when she 
grabbed my nipples and began pinching them hard. That's 
when the waves of rapid spurtive orgasms initiated the 
convulsions. They wouldn't stop. I felt like Caesar 
during an epileptic fit with The General deeply parked 
in my mouth keep me from swallowing my tongue. I saw 
stars. My eyes must have rolled into the back of my head 
as the room went black.

When I came to, Darrin and Mikie were standing over me 
as my body's twitching subsided. It was surreal site, 
Mikie with a hard on and Darrin with The General limp 
with slight indentations from my teeth. Darrin asked, 
"Abby, are you alright?" Why did that sound familiar? 
I'd heard that before.

"Yes, I'm OK that was just an explosive group of 
orgasms. I guess." I replied.

"Good. I'm glad you're OK." Darrin said continuing, 
"We've got some more things we want to do with you." 
With that comment, Darrin rolled me on my side and 
slipped the now hard General into my ass. 

He re-positioned himself on his back such that my cunt 
was open to Mikie. She began to push Her General into my 
lady parts and they began alternating movements like a 
two cylinder engine - OMG, what an indescribable 
feeling. This went on until my orgasms produced another 
blackout. They continued until every permutation of two 
cocks in all of my orifices had been performed.

I was exhausted as Darrin carried me into the bathroom 
placing me in a chair. He turned his huge multi-head 
shower on and made several adjustments. The water was 
sprinkling from the three two foot large heads and 
pulsating jets and steam from various other locations. 
It was a surround shower. When the temperature had 
reached its set point (100F), we all entered and soaped 
each other with the foamiest soap I'd ever used. 

The feel of my hands sliding over Darrin's and Mikie's 
flesh was so sensual, but I was too weary to take 
another trip into that sexual realm. It reminded me of 
that cuddling you do after fucking – a very gratifying 
glow of contentment. I sensed a 'closeness', no 
jealousy, to Darrin and Mike maybe I loved them both.

The water's warmth was like an equatorial rainstorm. I 
began to relax and lowered myself to the shower floor. I 
saw Darrin's hands float over Mikie's tits. She closed 
her eyes. They kissed as their hands glided over each 
other. While the rain continued, I sat underneath it and 
watched as my Darrin fucked Mikie's every orifice much 
to her satisfaction.

Maybe I could share Darrin with her. After all, she 
lived in New York and I was local. I'd get most of his 
and The General's attention. After all that had 
happened, I knew that Darrin had definitely said he love 
me and Mikie.

*****

We continued exploring and probing each other's bodies 
the rest of the long weekend. About an hour before Mikie 
had to leave for the airport, she said, "Abby, can I 
speak to you alone for a few minutes?"

"Sure, no problem." I replied and we headed into the 
bedroom were her luggage resided. I asked, "What's up?"

She took my hand and looking directly into my eyes said, 
"You love Darrin, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. I know you love him, too." I replied.

Mikie then said, "Darrin has a gift that can be hoarded. 
I'm not just talking about the obvious, but all his 
other qualities, too. He's very special. I've committed 
myself to being everything he wants and I believe you 
feel the same way."

"I do. How long have you know Darrin?" I asked.

"It's been four years now and I've learn some things 
that you need to know, so you can bring him all the 
pleasure he deserves and needs." She answered.

Feeling a little defensive, I answered, "I think I know 
what he wants."

"I'm not trying to take him away from you. I want to 
share him with you." She reached in her suitcase and 
pulled out a red velvet sack saying, "I want you to have 
this to fill the void when Darrin isn't with you."

"What is it?" As I opened it, I realized it was a 
replica of The General complete with his aides and a 
suction cup.

"When you miss him, this will help remind you of all 
that he means to you and keep you chaise for him." She 
answered, continuing, "I haven't seen Darrin in a couple 
months, so when I do, the only way I can satisfy him is 
to keep in practice. I had these made to do that."

What a lovely gesture. My curiosity got the best of me 
as I asked.  "How can you get it so far down your 
throat?" 

"That's the hardest thing to do. You have to practice 
every day and get past your gag reflex. Darrin really 
loves it when you can do that for him. He told me that 
I'm the only one who can do that for him." She replied. 
Mikie then proceeded to show and instruct me how to deep 
throat The General. I was grateful for her advice and 
vowed to learn how to do that, too.

We hugged and I knew that Mikie wasn't my adversary. 
Darrin knocked on the door. They gathered her belongings 
and headed for the airport. I knew she would suck him 
off during their drive there.

After they left, I threw my stuff in my suitcase and 
headed home.

*****

I had just unpacked my stuff when Gracie came in saying, 
"Where have you been all weekend? I wanted you to come 
with me to do some shopping."

I wasn't in the mood for another lecture on going too 
fast, so for the first time in our history, I lied to 
her saying, "I went home for a couple days."

"Really, I'm surprised you didn't say anything to me 
about it. Oh well, I hope you had a good time with your 
folks?" she said not pressing the issue.

Continuing the charade, I answered, "It was nice, but 
I'm tired from the trip. You don't mind, do you?" I knew 
she could tell I was lying and I wasn't up for her real 
assessment of my situation.

"No, no, of course. Why would I mind? My best friend 
needs some rest. The person I really care about and want 
to keep from harm needs some rest." She answered in 
sarcastic voice.

I knew I'd hurt her feelings and said, "I'm sorry, 
Gracie, but I'm just so tired right now. Maybe we can 
talk tomorrow."

Before I could stop her, she launched into this 
narrative, "You remind me of this true story. Did you 
ever think that when we went to war with Iraq, why 
didn't President Bush remember Viet Nam? He was in the 
reserves during that time. Shouldn't he have remembered 
that once you get in that mess there's no good way out?" 

"Who did he think was keeping the three Iraq factions 
that hate each other from civil war? Saddum Hussein was 
the only thing keeping Iraq together. The Kurds, Sunnis 
and Shiites were more afraid of him than each other plus 
he hated Iran, too. Bush really fucked up by taking him 
out and we lost 5,000 men to learn something we should 
have already known."

With a puzzled look on my face, "What the fuck has that 
got to do with me?" I asked.

"I'm afraid you're going to learn a hard lesson that 
you've already had. But, hey, you're tired, so I'll 
leave you to think and get your rest." Gracie said as 
she headed toward the door.

The analogy became clear. How could she say that to me? 
What I had for Darrin was different from the other 
times. I loved him and he loved me. Really, he did. I 
knew he did. He had to love me. How could he not love 
me? It couldn't be. I wouldn't believe that. I couldn't 
believe that. I didn't believe that. I'll make him love 
me. During a fitful sleep, I stewed on what Gracie had 
said all night long, so much for getting some rest.

******

Since we had taken two days off, Darrin had a lot of 
catch up work to do and I didn't get to be with him 
until Friday night. I did use 'The Replica' several 
times during the week. It was almost as good as the 
'real' thing. He picked me up and we went to dinner. I'd 
had too much wine with dinner and I wanted to make out 
in his little red machine, but he told me to wait until 
we got back to his apartment. That didn't seem like my 
Darrin, but I acquiesced to his request like always.

We had just entered Darrin's pad when I noticed a shape 
sitting on the couch. Darrin turned to me and said, 
"This is Darius, my younger brother."

I replied, "It's nice to meet you and quite a surprise, 
too."

Darrin explained, "Darius was passing through on his way 
back to USC grad school, so I asked him to spend a 
couple days with big bro."

"What are you studying?" I questioned.

Darius replied, "Algebraic Topology, but when I finish 
my PhD, I'm going to apply to be an astronaut. It's been 
a dream of mine forever. If I get accepted, that'll be 
out of this world, literally. If not, I'll go into the 
aerospace business."

Darrin explained saying, "Darius is the 'book smart' 
one. He was always looking up at the summer stars when 
we were kids laying on a blanket in our back yard. Those 
occasions were the most formative and memorable times of 
our childhood."

Darrin made us all several Harvey Wallbangers as we 
conversed more. Mine seemed a little strong, but they 
tasted so good. 

Darius was just as good looking as my Darrin and six 
years younger. He wasn't as tall, but he seemed to be 
well-built and had the same blue eyes and blond hair. 

I could tell he was at ease with women and was probably 
a player. They were definitely from the same gene pool. 
For a fleeting instant, I wondered if he had been 
endowed with a 'General' of his own.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Darrin began to slide his hand 
up my skirt. I pushed it away, but the other one moved 
to my tit as his other hand began sliding up my leg 
again. I pushed the hand on my leg away, but the one on 
my tit began pinching my nipple. I pushed it away, but 
his hand slid up my leg again. I was being attacked on 
two fronts. The alcohol had slowed my reaction time. I 
just couldn't respond quick enough to prevent Darrin 
from stroking my passion. 

I was trying to keep it together because I didn't want 
his brother to think I was a slut. Darrin's face leaned 
in to kiss me as he pressed his weight on me. I couldn't 
move. The moment his tongue parted my lips and began 
searching for my tonsils, I lost all of my inhibitions 
and dissolved in Darrin's embrace and was his willing 
sex toy.

Once my love knew I was too hot to stop him, he stripped 
me and himself then looked at Darius and said, "Well, 
don't just sit there, bro. It takes two cocks to satisfy 
her." Darrin slipped The General into me and my juices 
began flowing like the Mississippi. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Darius tearing his 
clothes off. I was a bit disappointed that he didn't 
have another full General, but he was, at least, a 
Brigadier General about 3" shorter but thicker than 
Darrin's. It definitely must have run in their family. 
What a lucky family of men.

Darius began sucking and tonguing my nipples. He sucked 
them hard. For a second, it felt like they were going to 
pop off, but soon he settled down to a more sensuous 
pace. My Darrin was fucking me with long, slow and deep 
strokes. My cunt was providing the needed exhilaration 
to fuck both these men.

Darius straddled my chest and said, "Push your tits 
together. I want to fuck them." This is where I needed 
those Germanic D-cups, but Darius' extra thickness 
helped bridge the gap.

As his cock slid between my mounds, I felt its heat like 
a pulsating hot kielbasa. With each stroke, the tip was 
getting closer and closer to my lips. My tongue began 
searching for that first taste of him. I saw a drop of 
pre-cum glisten on his slit like a dew drop on a blade 
of grass in the morning sunlight. I craned my neck to be 
in a better position to receive what was being offered. 
He tasted so sweet.

It must have been a while since Darius had been with a 
woman because he appeared to be approaching his first 
climax quickly judging by the contortions on his face. 

Suddenly, his seeded spewed forth like a mayonnaise 
packet that had been stepped on. It was thick and hot as 
it hit my chin and streaked up to my cheek. The next 
volley shot over my head, followed by the third one that 
hit my lips and eye. I could feel its warmth as it 
slowly cascaded downward and puddled in my ear basin.  

While he was cumming on me, Darius moaned, "Oh, Andy." I 
was a little offended. Who the fuck was Andy? Was he 
gay?

Darrin chimed in with an explanation, "Andy was Darius' 
girlfriend, Andrea, before she broke it off with him."

Even with my elevated passion level, I was intrigued and 
asked, "Why?"

Darrin said, "I'll show you." as he pulled out of me and 
turned toward his brother. Darius immediately engulfed 
The General. When it was fully inserted in his mouth, he 
moaned and began heartily sucking its thickness and my 
juice from its length. Darrin came in his mouth and 
said, "Don't be greedy. Share it with her."

Darius quickly turned to me and planted a cum-filled 
kiss on my lips and his tongue spread Darrin's cum 
between us. He was a good kisser, too. It was a 
wonderful sensation. 

He then began licking up the dribbles of his orgasm off 
my face, which he also shared. Darius was the smart one, 
but it was obvious that my Darrin was the Alpha-male in 
their home.

Darius was hard again and I needed an orgasm, so I 
mounted him like the Lone Ranger's Silver. His thickness 
set me off in three strokes. Darrin took the opportunity 
to fill my mouth with The General as I gasped for air.

This round robin fucking and sucking went on all 
weekend. I especially enjoyed having one in my ass while 
the other fucked my cunt. Darius was a great fuck just 
like his brother.

*****

Monday morning I was sitting at my desk when Madge said, 
"Come over here and look at this."

She had opened an email and it had a picture of a woman, 
whose face was pixeled out, in a see-through white 
bathing suit. I asked, "Who is that?"

She said, "I don't know, but she's got a nice body. 
There are several versions going around the office. I 
love her hair. It looks a lot like yours."

"Thanks, but I wonder who sent it?" I asked again.

"I got it from Chris, but he said it came from some 
bogus email address." She replied.

I recognized the setting and that suit. They were 
pictures of me from Darrin's pool party. I waited and 
steamed until lunch to go to Darrin's office. His 
secretary showed me in. 

"What the fuck are these pictures of me going around the 
office? Plus, what's with that suit?" I demanded.

"Well, it's nice to see again so soon, too, Ms. Abby 
Weiss. I guess those got sent by one of the VPs." He 
remorselessly replied. "I can't control what they do 
with their pictures."

"What about that suit? You had to know about that!"

"Yes, I admit that I did put that over on you, but I 
knew you wouldn't do it if you knew that your suit got 
see-through once it was wet. I'm guilty of that, but not 
this. I have my pictures right here on this scan disk. 
You're a sexy woman and I love that." Darrin explained.

Another thing he loved about me, but did he love me. I 
was beginning to wonder if I was wrong. "Fuck, I just 
don't understand why you're doing this to me?" I 
questioned.

"I'm not doing anything to you. You loved every minute 
of that party. You loved being the men's center of 
attention and showing off for them. I just helped you 
show more than you expected. Besides, now I've got 
pictures of you sitting on all their laps nearly naked 
and that'll help me when the Presidential vote comes 
around." He replied in a matter of fact voice.

"So this is all about getting what you want?"

"Well, you've known that from the beginning. You even 
said that I was a man who takes what he wants and I want 
you, Ms. Abby Weiss. I want other men to be jealous of 
what I have – you." He answered.

That was one of the things I loved about him being so 
forceful and dominant, but now that he'd opened me up to 
cocks and cunts, could I turn back and abandon my hopes 
of a life with him? I didn't know what I felt at that 
moment.

Darrin rose from his desk and walked over to me. He 
tried to put his arms around me. I pulled back as my 
hand pushed against his broad chest. His strong hands 
reeled me in like a frantic fish on the hook and soon I 
was nestled in his embrace as he said, "You know I won't 
hurt you. You're the most important woman in my life. 
I'll take care of this." 

Like a parent comforts their child, he kissed the top of 
my head. My anger and fears were subsiding as he said, 
"You're a woman I could really love." He hadn't said he 
loved me, but he COULD love me. Like a concert master 
with their Stradivarius, he knew how to play me. I 
melted into his chest and his warm embrace.

*****

Darrin talked to each of the VPs and strongly expressed 
his disappointment with the publicizing of my pictures. 
After that, the picture scandal died down and Darrin 
devoted most of his free time to me. Those few weeks 
were very nice. I felt special again.

Tuesday afternoon while sitting at my desk, I got a call 
from Darrin's secretary asking me to come to his office 
after 5. I got there as she was leaving. I went into his 
office and sat at the table by the window. After waiting 
about 15 minutes, I mixed myself a rum and coke. It was 
almost six before he got there.

Darrin gave me a hug and kiss then mixed himself a 
drink. He said, "Man, those guys can talk and talk about 
nothing forever. Sorry, I was so late."

"What did you want to talk about?" I wondered.

"Well, the President vote is going to be in three months 
and I don't have all my votes committed yet. It's been 
harder than I thought especially keeping all this on the 
down low. I need your help get those swings votes to 
commit." 

"What can I do?" I asked.

Darrin answered, "Well, Bob was really taken with you at 
the pool party and would like to see more of you."

"See more of me! I think I was naked once that suit got 
wet. How much more could he see?"

"That was unfortunate wording on my part. I mean he'd 
like to take you to dinner to get to know you better." 
Darrin replied.

"Ughhh, doesn't he have a wife?"

"So? He and his wife have an open marriage."

"Really, so he basically wants to date me? Is that what 
you're saying?" I asked.

"Yes, you could say it that way."

I asked, "Are you OK with this?" 

"Of course. You know that old saying behind every 
successful man is a supportive woman. You know how 
important this is to me. I know you won't let me down." 
Darrin replied with another blackmail statement, but 
he'd been so loving and attentive the last few weeks.

"Are you going to come with us or am I doing this solo?"

"I'd like you to go alone." He replied.

"I'm not totally comfortable with this, but if that's 
what you want and need for me to do, I'll do it for you 
because I love you, Darrin."

"Once this vote gets done, things will more settled. 
I'll be all yours, Ms. Abby Weiss."

Had he just promised himself to me after the vote?

*****

A few days later, I got a call from Bob and I 
reluctantly made dinner plans for the next day after 
work.

He had a cab pick me up in front of our building. It 
dropped me off at a little hole in wall Greek place on 
the opposite side of town. We had a pleasant 
conversation and dinner was much better than I expected. 
Bob said that the restaurant was a place he had tried 
and thought the food was better there than most of the 
food he'd had in Greece.

Bob seemed very nice. He was in his forties with black 
hair with just a little gray around his temples. Based 
on our conversation, I thought he was probably going 
through some mid-life issues with his career, marriage, 
kids and the meaning of life in general maybe he was 
trying to re-capture his youth. 

He'd said he liked being around young people because of 
their optimism and enthusiasm for life. I guess the 
responsibilities of all that he had on his plate had 
sucked that from his soul. 

My dad always said he was a lot more spontaneous, care-
free and funny until he got married and had kids. I 
guess that's what comes with being a man and having to 
take care of so many other people.  You lose yourself in 
the job of being responsible because we women want 
security.

Once again because of my anxiety, I'd had too much ouzo. 
I wasn't in any condition to make sound or non-
regrettable decisions.

Bob got us a cab and we ended up at a high-rise 
apartment building. He said he stayed there during the 
week due to his unpredictable hours and to avoid the 
long drive to his country home every day. His hand was 
stroking my thigh during the ride there. I figured that 
worth the price of dinner.

His wrapped around my waist as he steadied me on our way 
to the elevator and then to his apartment. It wasn't as 
nice as Darrin's, but it looked comfortable. He kissed 
my neck.

I liked it and let him continue.

His hand eagerly caressed my meager B-cup. My nipple got 
hard.

He kissed my throat as he fingers unbuttoned my blouse. 
His kisses were soft and sensual. The humidity between 
my legs was increasing.

My breast sensed a coolness as it was lifted from its 
restraint and his fingers strummed my nipple like Sanata 
with his guitar. My nipple got wet and more erect as his 
tongue supplanted his fingers. I pulled him closer. I 
told myself – don't compare just enjoy.

His hand slipped between my legs and found my pleasure 
button. My hand dropped to the same location on his 
anatomy. We were feverously kissing and stroking our 
respective organs. I began undoing his belt and zipper. 
I dropped to my knees and released his lovely cock. I 
needed dessert. Given all my deep throat practice with 
Darrin, I was able to take Bob all the way. He moaned 
and pulled my head closer. I licked his nuts with his 
cock buried deep in my throat.

I laid down on his bed and told him, "Fuck my mouth." I 
didn't need to tell him more than once. I love having a 
cock sliding in and out of my mouth and deep down my 
throat. It makes me feel like Linda Lovelace. I got so 
wet when he emptied his nuts down my throat.

I stripped, sat on the edge of the bed and spread my 
legs saying, "Now, it's your turn."

He didn't hesitate. By his eagerness and ferocity, you'd 
think he hadn't eating pussy in forever. I wondered just 
how open his marriage was, but fuck it, I needed to cum. 
He was hitting the right spot. I pulled his head tightly 
into my slit and ground my cunt on his face until I got 
the orgasm I was looking for.

I got home about 3.

******

The next day, I barely made it to work on time.

My phone rang. I answered. It was Darrin. He asked, 
"Well, how did it go?"

"I don't know if he'll vote for you for President, but I 
know he'd vote for me."

"I'm so hard right now. I love the things you do for 
me." Darrin volunteered. "How was he?" 

"Since I'm doing this for you and your career, I'm going 
to keep that information to myself. You'll just have to 
imagine." I answered.

"I need to see you tonight?" Darrin stated.

"I don't think I'll be up for it tonight. I'm barely 
functional now. I'm going to go home, take a nice hot 
bath and hit the hay." I replied.

Almost begging, he said, "Ahhhh, come on. You can stay 
at my place. We don't have to do anything. I just want 
to hold you in my arms."

"No. I need some ME time. Give me a couple days." I 
answered. That was the first time Darrin expressed a 
real need for me or my companionship maybe I was worming 
my way into his heart.

"Well, if you're going to be that way, alright then. I 
talk to you in a couple days." He answered.

*****

A few days later, Darrin came by my desk and motioned me 
into the windowless office again. I followed him after a 
couple minutes. He said, "Bob is ecstatic about you and 
wants to see you again."

"Can't he ask for himself?" I replied.

"He wanted to make sure I was OK with what happened."

"And exactly what did he say happened?" I questioned.

"He wouldn't tell me exactly except that he had a great 
time and if I wanted his vote, you'd have to see him 
again." Darrin replied.

"Is this going to be a regular thing?"

"Based on Bob's enthusiasm, I'd say yes until the vote 
is over." Darrin answered. "I really need you to do this 
for me. Please, Ms. Abby. Do it for me. Do it for us."

"And you're OK with this no matter what Bob and I are 
doing?" I asked hoping, no wishing, Darrin would say no.

"Once I'm President, things can go back to normal just 
the two of us." He responded. That wasn't the answer I'd 
hoped for.

"OK. I guess I'm in for the duration." I reluctantly 
replied. I was beginning to feel used and helpless at 
the way I was being manipulated.

Darrin then dropped another huge request. "Apparently, 
Bob talked with Jim and he wants to date you, too. I 
know you'll do this for me. Won't you Ms. Abby Weiss?"

"So let me get this straight. I'm going to be dating 
three VPs and all the things that come with that until 
after the Presidential vote in three months? And you're 
100% percent OK with that?" I asked with my most 
incredulous voice.

"Yes, if you love me, you'll do this for me. It's the 
last thing I'll ever ask you to do for me. You know I'll 
be indebted to you forever." Darrin replied. 

He pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue was working 
his magic as his hands roamed across my ass and tits. I 
felt The General rising and poking my belly. Why had 
this made Darrin so aroused? 

He had to know that I was fucking Bob and he wanted me 
to fuck Jim, too, just so he could be President. My 
brain was a whirlwind of confused thoughts, lust, 
regrets and finally resignation to the fact that if I 
wanted Darrin, I had to do this for him. I felt trapped, 
but I had enjoyed the change of pace fucking Bob 
provided maybe Jim would be equally enjoyable.

"If that'll make you happy, OK, I'll do it."

I began 'dating' Bob and Jim plus keeping Darrin 
satisfied. Bob had Tuesdays, Jim had Thursdays and 
Darrin the weekends. Each one of them began bringing 
other people on our dates.

Bob loved to have me eat his wife while he fucked me. I 
guess they did have an open marriage. They enjoyed 
taking me to glory holes and watching me deep throat all 
sizes of cocks. I could because The General was still 
the biggest. They especially savored having me suck one 
and get fucked by another. I had to be covered in cum 
before we left then we'd go to Bob's apartment and fuck 
the rest of the night. I was missing a lot of work.

Jim loved to have me suck his cock while his friend 
fucked me. Jim would cum on my face and they both would 
lick it off. Sometimes, they'd suck each other and have 
me masturbate while watching them. They got a little 
kinky with the ass fucking, but who am I to judge. I 
always left with tremendous orgasms.

*****

After a couple months of dating, I'd lost count of how 
many people I was fucking and doubts began to creep into 
my consciousness from my subconscious that maybe Darrin 
was just using me. Maybe he didn't love me after all. 
Maybe I should have taken Ms. Morales' advice and told 
her about inappropriate things that Darrin asked me to 
do, but they didn't seem inappropriate at the time. I 
thought they were just the next step in an exciting and 
adventurous relationship. I thought other people did all 
this stuff too, but I really didn't care what other 
people thought. Fuck 'em.

My life was getting too complicated with all the sexual 
partners I had. According to our sex book, I was sinking 
into the depths of the abyss of sexual fetishes – the 
one that required a greater one to take its place with 
an ever increasing need for sexual perversions to be 
satisfied. The so-called kinky wasn't enough. 

I needed them to hurt me physically to relieve my 
emotional pain – choke me until I passed out; fuck my 
cunt or ass with inanimate objects – bottles, 
vegetables, brooms, brushes, whatever. I didn't care. It 
just had to hurt. I began cutting again – first on my 
leg and then my arms. It felt good as my blood trickled 
down my extremity. I could sense the pain flowing from 
my mind, from my soul. It was a relief from the depth of 
perversion I was in.

It was if I was back in the sixth or seventh grade. That 
was the first time I practiced cutting. You know when 
you going from being a kid to becoming a woman. Your 
tits are bumps. Your face is in a constant state of 
breaking out. You get braces and can set off metal 
detectors at 100 feet. You're too young for contacts, so 
you have these hideous pair of glasses. Your mom lets 
you get your first perm, so you look like you've been 
electrocuted. Your class picture is guaranteed to bring 
you embarrassment for years to come even into 
retirement, I suppose. Cutting was the way I relived the 
anguish of those years.

Darrin and I didn't talk any more. We just fucked. He 
liked to fuck me in the alley behind our building. The 
one thing that really got him off was having me suck The 
General with other people nearby. He especially loved it 
when someone saw us and watched. One time waved the guy 
over and made me suck him too. I had lost myself in 
Darrin's overwhelming aura. I didn't know what to do. I 
thought Darrin was the answer. Maybe I was wrong. My 
life was literally fucking chaos. 

*****

The week before the vote, Darrin and I were fucking in 
his bed. After I made him cum on my face, he said, 
"Abby, you've changed. You're not the bold, honest, 
genuine person you were when we first met. I don't know 
you anymore."

"No shit, Sherlock. Of course, I'm not that person. I'm 
the woman you wanted. I do everything you want. Haven't 
I done everything and I do mean everything you wanted? 
I've sacrificed myself, my being, for you. What are you 
saying?"

"I don't think this is going to work out." He replied.

"Does that mean what I think it means? Are you breaking 
up with me?? You can't? I won't let you." I bent over 
and spread my cheeks, "Do you need to fuck my ass? Do 
you need to degrade me more? Please fuck me hard. I need 
you to hurt me, rip me, tear me, shame me, but not like 
this. Shit on me. I'm not kidding. I want you to 
literally shit on me, but don't leave me, not like this. 
Don't throw me away. I'll do anything you ask. 
Anything!!" I begged hysterically.

"I'm sorry, but this just isn't going to work. You've 
lost yourself and I can't respect that." Darrin replied 
in a condescending tone.

"You're fucking joking, aren't you? You wanted me to be 
like this, to be your whore so you could pimp me out. 
I'm your Presidential whore. I'll fuck or suck anyone 
for you. You know I love you. Who do you want me to fuck 
or suck for your next vote, you motherfucker? Go ahead 
tell me, tell me, God damit. Who was your VP whore?" I 
was totally losing it.

In his calm voice, he said, "I'm going to take you home 
now and I don't want you to make a scene as we leave. 
Understand!"

By now, I was so use to Darrin giving me orders, I 
answered, "Yes, whatever you say." He took me home and 
drove off in his little red car.

*****

I looked like hell. My mascara was streaked down my face 
from the tears and cum. My hair had dried cum in it 
again. My cunt made funny noises when I walked because 
it had been stretched out from all the fucking and shit 
that had been stuff inside me. My ass was the same way. 
I couldn't even hold a fart in. There'd been too many 
big things shoved up it.

I turned on my IPod kind of loud. I started a bath using 
just hot water and left only the dining room light on. I 
retrieved the blade I'd been using to cut myself. I 
needed to relieve some pain. 

The water felt like it was boiling as my foot slipped 
in, but I didn't care. It could cook me for all it 
mattered to me. Steam vapor wafted up from its surface 
like fog off the moors. I immersed my whole body into 
its hotness including my face. I wanted it to be over.

I came up for air. I held the blade between my fingers 
and looked at it intently for at least ten minutes 
examining its every facet over and over. I was lost and 
ashamed of what I'd become – a slut. I knew my parents 
wouldn't understand, but I couldn't go on like this. 

There wasn't any other choice. I pressed the steel into 
my wrist and crimson rivulets began to trickle down my 
arm and drip from my elbow slowly at first. I made a 
second cut. It flowed faster. I did the same to the 
other arm. I felt relief as my bath water went from 
clear to pink then red.

I lowered my arms under the water and it flowed faster 
from the heat, I guess. I laid back and relaxed as I 
felt my problems began to flow away. The bathroom was 
becoming darker when I heard the Mumford and Sons song, 
"Believe", come on. The words of that song rang so true 
for me and pierced my broken heart. 

They began – 

I had the strangest feeling your world's not all it 
seems. 

So tired of misconceiving what else this could have 
been.

Say something; say something – something like you love 
me.

Yes, everything would have been fine if Darrin had just 
said he loved me. Oh, how I longed to hear the sentence, 
"I love you, Ms. Abby Weiss."

My life now had its full complement of complexity and 
depth, but it was much more than I could handle.

I heard a noise from the other room. I was barely able 
to roll my head toward the door. I saw a figure standing 
in the door backlit by the dining room light. I thought 
it was the angel of death coming to thankfully take me 
home. 

I heard, "Oh my God. Abby, what have you done?" 

It was my guardian angel, Gracie. I heard her call 911. 
She pulled my arms out of the water and wrapped towels 
tightly around them.

"Oh, Abby, stay with me. There's so much blood. Please 
stay with me." Was all she could say as she cradled me 
in her loving arms.

The paramedics arrived and took me to the hospital.

Darrin was elected President and I went home to recover. 
I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it was to be 
saved by Grace. She was my Amazing Grace. Thank God for 
His Grace.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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