A Day at the Beach

By: fdomfet

PART 1

The Aftermath

The rest of that day was a bit of a blur for Melody. Phoebe and June took their sweet time washing off in the ocean cleaning their soiled bikini bottoms, before returning. Melody was petrified the entire time, she hoped no one saw her but she could barely open her eyes to look around because of the filth that was laid on her face. When she finally heard the girls' voices she felt relief mixed with dread. "I hope you learned your lesson now," Phoebe said, with June chiming in to show her support. 

"I did, I promise I'll never go for any guy you call dibs on ever again," Melody said, desperate for their forgiveness. 

"Oh I'm sure you won't, in fact I think you'll always put our friendship before any guys from now on isn't that right? Phoebe asked. 

"Yes, that's right. I promise," Melody said.

"Good, sounds like our little brown noser here learned her lesson" June said laughing, "now just one last thing before we dig you up."

They had one more request, they made poor Melody smile for a couple photos, her pearly white teeth now stained and caked with filth in each crevice. Their reasoning was that it was too funny not to take a pic, and that it would just be a keepsake that they would all look back and laugh at some day. Their reasoning wasn't good enough for melody but she had no choice as she needed them to dig her out. She had lost whatever little fight she had left in her. 

Once they were satisfied they began digging her out. When she was finally able to move her stiff body she used her hand to wipe the disgusting crud off her face. The beach was almost empty with only a few small groups far away. Melody had no choice but to run to the water with her face streaked in brown excrement to wash the filth off, she even used the sea water to rinse her mouth. Meanwhile she could hear the girls laughing all the way from the shore. 

When she felt like everything was off of her face and hair she made her way back to the girls, who squeezed their noses, waving their hands to get the smell away, they made sure to let her know that she stunk. Then they gave her some body wash and told her not to come back until she didn't smell like shit. 

After having some time to reflect on that day, Melody lost a lot of trust in her friendship, and she wondered if the girls even liked her as a friend at all. She questioned if they actually treated her so differently because they were jealous.

June was a short blonde with a pretty flat chest and a big butt, but it looked flabby and her nose was too big for her face, and Phoebe was a brunette with frizzy hair, with lots of freckles and poor hygiene, thin lips and no boobs or ass. When Melody looked at herself in the mirror in comparison, she was taller, looked way more athletic, had an hourglass figure and long flowing blond hair and her face was objectively prettier. It was why that hot guy Keith was interested in her, not them. 

She couldn't believe she let them treat her like she wasn't as good as them all this time. Why did she let them walk all over her for years, why did she never stand up for herself, why did she want their acceptance and praise so badly. She tried looking inward but couldn't come up with an answer. However she wasn't sure that finding the answers would make a difference because after that day the dynamic of their friendship changed forever. 

The New Normal

Melody wanted badly to build up the courage to just leave this friendship behind and never speak to them again but she couldn't, for some reason she kept making excuses to justify to herself that putting up with them was easier. Part of her reasoning was because she was afraid, knowing fully well what they were capable of if she got on their bad side. Her other reason was that they had all the videos and pictures from that day at the beach. If those pictures got out they would ruin her life. She only learned this when they playfully used it to blackmail her into doing what they wanted. 

"Please Melody? We know it's the biggest party of the year but you promised to help us with our mid term paper, and if we don't ace it we'll flunk out," June said,


"Yeah you promised Mel, are you really going to betray us again?" Phoebe asked threateningly. 
"No of course not, but you guys asked for help, not for me to write both of your papers for you," Melody said, meekly standing up for herself.

"Oh come on don't try to weasel out of your promise, not after we've forgiven you for that time on the beach and even kept the videos and photos secret." Phoebe said.

Melody was shocked, she deleted the videos and pictures off her phone, she knew they had at least one or two pictures which was bad enough but she had no idea they had copies of the videos they took.

"Videos....?" Melody asked nervously.

"Yeah of course we sent the copies to us too silly, not just that stupid dumb jock from the beach," Phoebe said smiling, "Look we know it's last minute but we figure if you start now and work all through the weekend you can finish the papers in time for us to submit it Monday, don't you think June?"

"Yeah I think so, I mean you will have to start now though, so unfortunately you'll miss the party but it will just be a bunch of hot guys getting drunk and acting stupid anyway, our friendship is more important than that isn't it?" June asked.

"Yeah Mel, I mean no guy is more important than our friendship right?" Phoebe asked threateningly. 
"No of course not, you're right that party doesn't sound like my thing anyway. I'll start working on the papers instead." Melody replied, understanding the veiled threat by Phoebe. 

"Good, thanks for putting us before some stupid party. But umm Mel since you aren't going, I was thinking, you know that pink dress you got for your Birthday last year?" Phoebe asked.
"Umm.. Yeah, the new one that I never wore?" Melody responded. 

"Yes that's the one, you don't mind if I borrow it right? I can't find anything to wear and it would look so good on me, don't you think?" Phoebe asked. 

"Sure... it would, but just promise to be careful with it right," Melody asked. 

"Of course you know me, always super careful," Phebe replied. 

"Oh can I borrow that red dress you bought a couple months ago, you know, the one you talked about saving up for? Red really goes with my eyes," June said. 

"Umm yeah I guess, let me get it for you," Melody said trying her best not to seem mad, as she attempted to get up.

"No need to get up, you can start working on the paper, we'll go through your closet and get it," Phoebe said as they started going through her entire closet.

"Oh this belt is cute, and are these heels new? OMG these are designer, aren't they? Oh yeah I think they are. Look at these cute pumps, they would go so well with my outfit, and that top would look so good on me, half of this stuff is new too! Jackpot, we definitely have to take, I mean borrow these!" The girls said to each other as they raided Melody's closet. 

Fifteen minutes later the girls came out of her closet with the dresses, shoes, some accessories and a couple tops and cute pieces of clothing.

"I hope you don't mind, we may be going out on Saturday too and these outfits are so cute," Phoebe said. 

"Yeah we'll make sure to take lots of pics so you can see how sexy these outfits look on us," June said.

"Thanks Mel you're the best! Anyway, June, we should probably go. We still have to do our makeup and get dressed, bye Mel." The girls said before leaving her at home to do their work while they had the night of their lives, partying, drinking and dancing with hot guys all while wearing some of Melody's best clothes and shoes. 

Melody was shaking with anger at the girls for their audacity of just borrowing what ever they wanted from her closet. Her brand new clothes that she cherished and was looking forward to wearing at the next big school party but she had to suck it up and focus on their papers for now.

This was now the norm with Melody having to go out of her way to keep the girls happy while biting her tongue letting them walk all over her if they chose to. She thought about just saying screw them and letting them show the entire world the video, knowing then she could be free to live her life without them but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. 

Chicks before Dicks

Melody was doing her best to stay in the girls' good graces, and for a short time she was. Things were almost back to normal but unfortunately they took a turn for the worst. 

Melody was more hopeful than she had been in a while, she made sure to behave and stay in line, putting the girls first and trying to keep them as happy as possible and things had reached a new status quo that was fine for her. In fact she actually felt like her old self.

That all changed when she was approached by Chet, the captain of the football team. He saw Melody standing in the hall, alone, the two mean girls nowhere to be seen, he looked at her great body, cute face and long perfect blonde hair and wanted to shoot his shot. Apparently, unbeknownst to naive Melody, her two friends were feared by the entire school.

He walked up to her in the hallway and started a conversation. Melody looked around cautiously making sure the girls weren't around and continued talking to him. They really hit it off and even exchanged numbers. 

Melody told him that was focused on her studies as she wanted to get into a great college far away and out of her small town but he insisted he just wanted to get to know her. Melody did her best to keep everything a secret of course but she was silly to think the girls wouldn't find out. 

They both skipped class one day and saw her in the hallway talking and blushing with Chet, looking like they were awfully comfortable with each other. Phoebe and June were pissed, why do all the hot guys go for Melody! They thought to themselves. They were going to have to put a stop to this fast. 

As soon as Chet left for practice, Melody turned around to put her books back in her locker, her face still flushed from flirting with the football captain. Then she noticed a shadow around her, the girls appeared, one on each side. Melody barely had enough room to turn around; they were so close to her. 

"So what was that about Mel?" Phoebe asked. 

"Yeah, was that Chet talking to you?" June asked.

"Umm yeah we were just talking about calculus, he had some questions," Melody said, panicking and trying to lie her way out of it. 

"Really Calculous? Is that why your face is so red? Come on Mel, you know you can tell us. Does he like you?" Phoebe asked, trying to get Melody to let down her guard. 

"I don't know, he just came up and started talking to me, maybe he does, but you know I'm focused on my studies," Melody said. 

"Umm Hmm, of course, and is this the first time that you all spoke?" June asked.

"Well no.." Melody replied. 

"You know I've always had a huge crush on him, Mel!" June said angrily. 

"Bu.. But June you have a boyfriend," Melody replied. 

"So what? You know his cock is tiny, and he's never made me cum. I've always wanted Chet!" June replied. 

"Okay I'm sorry I didn't realize but it's nothing really," Melody pleaded. 

"So has this "nothing" been going on for a while? Have you guys exchanged numbers?" June asked

"Not long, and well, yeah, but we don't really talk," Melody said, her heart racing. 

"Phone now!" Phoebe said, holding out her hand.

Melody begrudgingly took her phone out of her hand and gave it to the brunette. 

"Pass code?" She said, not wasting any time.

"......02...21..20.21" Melody replied. 

Just then the bell rang. "Well we've got to go but we'll take your phone and look at the messages later, you know, just to make sure you're telling the truth." June said. 

Melody was mortified. She waited after school hoping to get her phone back, praying that they didn't lose their minds when they saw her flirting with Chet. She knew the messages were mostly innocent but they were definitely flirting and he was not hiding how much he liked her and how hot he thought she was in those text messages. 

Unfortunately after waiting and looking out for them she asked around and the girls had already left presumably with her phone. Melody couldn't believe it, she contemplated what to do but she decided it would be best to just go home and hope that the girls wouldn't get too mad tomorrow when she saw them.

The next day at school Melody felt a sense of relief as everything felt too normal. She didn't know what to expect but it seemed like maybe it was all in her head and the girls didn't do anything crazy after all. 

That's when she saw Chet in the Hallway, he just looked at her with a sense of disgust, like he couldn't even look her in the eye, then he quickly looked away and walked as fast as he could past her. 

Melody was right to be afraid, the girls definitely did something. 

"Hey Mel," Phoebe said in a bitchy tone, "I have to say me and June were really disappointed with you, you clearly lied to us about putting your studies first, when you were actually going after Chet, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Melody felt a lump in her throat. She decided to just be as apologetic as possible to try to avoid another incident. 

"I'm so sorry that I lied, I was just afraid that you guys would get mad at me. I promise I'll never talk to Chet again or any boys, I swear, I'm so sorry. Can we just move past this?" Melody pleaded.

"Well we don't have to worry about you talking to Chet again, after our chat with him yesterday, or should I say your chat. Anyway we doubt he'll even look at you again, but that doesn't fix our problem, does it?" Phoebe said. 

"No I don't think it does," June replied.

"What problem?" Melody asked nervously.

"The problem is that you just can't keep it in your pants,  you keep putting guys before our friendship, and that's not going to work, we thought after the beach you learned your lesson but clearly we were wrong." June replied. 

Melody's face was hot and red, with beads of sweat dripping down it, she was speechless. 

"Don't worry Mel, it's not your fault that your slutty pussy is ruling your brain, but don't worry we think we have a solution. We'll be sleeping over at your place tonight. Tell your mom. We'll explain more then," Phoebe said as the two girls grabbed Mel by the arm and walked to class with her. 

Melody was filled with emotions, she was angry, sad, frustrated and confused. Her body filled with a heat she only felt a few times before. She badly wanted to open her phone to see what the girls had done, but she dared not do it in front of them. She just pretended that everything was okay until she finally got a moment alone when she was in her AP calculus class. Then she anxiously opened her phone. 

The text messages were awful, the girls pretended to be her, acting like a horny slut begging Chet for a dick pic. When she scrolled down she saw Chet's member in all its glory; it was incredible, and even bigger than she imagined. Then she saw "Her" replies.

Melody: Oh Chet your dick is making me so horny, my pussy is dripping while I'm looking at it. 

Chet: Oh yeah what are you going to do about that wet pussy.

Melody: Rub it to you big hard cock, till I cum all over myself

Chet: Fuck Melody I never imagined you talking like this. It's so hot! What are you going to do with my big cock?

Melody: Oh yeah I'm a total horny slut, I just hide it. About your big fat juicy cock. You want to know what I'm going to do?

Chet: Fuck you're turning me on so much, tell me!

Melody: I'm going to take a big shit right on top of it then rub it all over stroking it with my stinky shit.

Chet: WTF Melody, are you messing with me? Is this some kind of prank???

Melody: No I promise it's not a prank, it's the truth. I love playing with shit, it's my kink, and since we spoke I've just been dreaming about taking a massive shit all over you. Would you let me?

Chet: Vomit emoji You're disgusting. I can't believe you're such a fucking freak. Never talk to me again. 

Melody: I can't help it, I just love gross stuff like that.



He had blocked her after that. Melody was mortified. She would never speak in such a vulgar way and how could they say that she likes that disgusting stuff. If Chet showed those messages or started spreading that rumor no guy would want to be seen with her. 

That class was over before Melody even realized it, her mind all over the place. 

After school she met back up with Phoebe and June.

"So did you message your mom about the sleepover?" Phoebe asked.
"Yeah she said okay," Melody responded nervously. 

"Aww why so down?" June asked knowing fully well what had happened, "Hey if it's about the messages to Chet, don't worry about it, I'm sure he won't tell the rest of the football team, and at least you don't have to worry about him tempting you anymore."

Melody's face became red with embarrassment and anger, just nodding back at her.

"Yeah we figured out the solution to your boy problem anyway, let's head to your place, I hope your mom made something nice," June said.

"Yeah your mom makes the best food for us when we come over," Phoebe replied. 

The drive was short without much talking, just smirks between Phoebe and June in the front, their loud pop music blasting. 

"Hi mom, thanks for letting June and Phoebe stay over tonight," Melody said as they walked into the house and were greeted by her mother.

"Of course hun," She said, putting her daughter in a close embrace. "Given how well you're doing in school you deserve to take a break and have some fun with your friends."

"Actually Mrs. Cooper, we're sleeping over to have a study session, we've actually been working hard to help Melody improve and hit her goal of straight A's" Phoebe Said. 

Phoebe was such a good liar. They never studied and Melody did most of their homework for them, which was actually helping Melody to get better grades but you would hardly call what they were doing helping her study.

"Oh is that right Melody?" Her mother asked her.

Melody looked at Phoebe's face and knew what she needed to say, "Yup mom, the girls have really been helping me study." 

"Well that's wonderful dear, why haven't you told me?" Her mother asked. 
"It must have slipped her mind, but we've been helping with more than just her studying, we've been keeping her on the straight and narrow, no crazy parties or late weekends, we really want to help her stay true to herself and not give into peer pressure you know," Phoebe said. 

"Well that's wonderful," Mrs. Cooper said, pulling in Phoebe for a big hug. "It's nice to know my daughter is in such good company. I was worried when she started dressing more provocatively, with those low cut tops that show off her cleavage, and those tight pants, that she was going to turn into some party girl," Then she started reminiscing, " I remember when she was going into middle school and she had the cutest pig tails, and she would cry every day to have to leave me, she was so adorable, my little girl!" 

Of course her mother didn't realize she cried to leave her because at school there was a girl who would always bully her and make her life hell, lucky for Melody eventually she got expelled, although who knows what that experience did to her psyche from such a young age.

"Aww, that is so cute, you've got to show us some pictures Mrs. Cooper, and you don't need to worry Melody is safe with us!" June replied. "I'm so happy to hear that. I'll take out the photo album next time you girls come over." Mrs. Cooper replied.

"You really don't have to do that mom," Melody said embarrassed. 

"No way Melody, don't be shy we're sure you looked so adorable!" Phoebe said in a cutesy voice. 
"Well next time you girls come over I'll take it out for you and to say thanks for helping my little girl I'll get you all whatever you want to eat next time too! My treat!" Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"That's so sweet Mrs. Cooper you're the best, I wish you were my mom," Phoebe said jokingly, causing Melody's mother to blush and pull the girl in for another hug. 

"Well why don't you girls take the guest room, it's right next to Melody's room, then you can come down and eat dinner, we have some spaghetti and meatballs, you can't study on an empty stomach now can you! I'll just be reading in my bedroom staying out of your hair but if you need anything don't be afraid to call me. Have fun girls!" Mrs. Cooper said before leaving.  

Melody tried to avoid being alone with them in her bedroom for as long as she could, but after eating they said it was time to start their study session, winking at her. 

June walked with a duffle bag which only spelt bad news to Melody. Once they closed the door behind them to her bedroom, Phoebe locked it and turned around.

"Okay so we figured out the solution to all your problems, we just need you to be a good girl and behave, can you do that?" Phoebe asked.

Melody nodded.  

"Okay good, because we would hate for that video of you to get out and ruin your life, right Phoebe," June asked. 

"Right June, I mean that video is disgusting, I mean hilarious, I watched it like 10 times, but disgusting." Phoebe said. 

Melody had a lump in her throat. 

"Okay to make this easier we're just going to blind fold you, don't worry we'll take it off soon okay." June said, grabbing her head and tightly tying a piece of cloth over it. 

Melody could hear things moving and feel her bed shake, after about what felt like 10 minutes she felt her hand being pulled. 

"What are you guys doing?" Melody asked. 

"Relax this is just to make sure you behave, and trust me you want to behave for us don't you?" Phoebe said,

Melody just stopped fighting back and let them pull her arms and then legs, soon, she was restrained and couldn't move. Then she was hit by the bright light from her ceiling. She looked around and saw her hands and legs were spread to each corner of her bed. 

"Girls whatever this is you really don't have to do it, I'll never look at a guy again, I promise, you all can have all the guys, I swear!" Melody pleaded. 

"Oh that's definitely happening, you are not allowed to date or even chat with any boys from now on, we thought that was understood. The real problem is that we can't trust you to behave. You're just such a slut, that it'll only be a while before you can't resist and try to steal another guy from us so we have to take matters into our own hands."

"We thought about a Chastity belt, but anyone can get out of those off, no instead we are going to make sure that slutty cunt of your is satisfied, so it doesn't get horny and make you do stupid shit" Phoebe said, as June pulled out a large wand vibrator from the bag.

"The woman at the sex shop we went to yesterday said this was the most powerful model ever made, she said it gives orgasms so good that people have even passed out, if this can't satisfy a slut like you nothing will," June said. 

Melody couldn't believe she was being slut shamed for innocent flirting when she never even had sex, heck she never even masturbated before. She felt like she had to plead her case. 
"Wait you don't understand, I'm a virgin, I never had sex, I've never even masturbated, please you have to believe me," Melody said. 

"Wow we knew you were a virgin, but you never even masturbated, you really are a goody two shoes, well you won't be able to say that anymore. Gag her will you, I don't want her mom hearing us and if this is as good as the lady said there will be screaming." Phoebe told June. 

June then got an idea, she ran quickly out of the room and came back with a pair of panties.
"These were from the Gym earlier today, and I farted in them more times than I could count, some wet ones too!" June said laughing.

"No! Wait please, can we just tal..." Melody began saying before her mouth was stuffed with the tainted soiled garment. 

"I love that her first orgasm will be with the taste of my dirty panties in her mouth," June said, 
"Serves her right for trying to steal Chet from you." Phoebe replied.  

The girls then grabbed a pair of scissors and started to cut her clothes off. They didn't want to strip her before she was restrained on the chance that she would go running to her mother. 
"Relax, this outfit didn't look that good on you anyway," June said. 

It only took them a minute to fully strip her naked. "Oh wow would you look at that bush, I guess the carpet does match the drapes," Phoebe said. 

"Holy shit, she looks like a blonde big foot down there, I didn't know a bush could get that big. How do her panties even hold that thing in? No wonder she wore shorts at the beach. Good luck finding her clit in that hairy jungle," June said.

"And what about her nipples, those have to be some of the fattest nipples I've seen, it makes me want to pinch and pull them!" June said.

"Yeah they go perfect with her fat tits, urgh, even her body is slutty!" Phoebe said. 

Then Phoebe flicked the switch and the rumbling of the vibrator kicked in. "This shit is strong, even the handle is going crazy. June would you mind recording Mel's first orgasm, it is a big milestone so it should be documented don't you think?" 

"I couldn't agree more," June replied, putting her phone camera on and hitting record.
"Mhmmmm Hmmm Ummm mmMmm," was all the sounds that could be heard from Melody as the head of the wand met her sensitive swollen clit. 

She bit down hard on the panty gag, tasting some of the vile liquid mixed with her spit as it ran down her throat and coated her taste buds, as she convulsed like she was possessed. 

In less than three minutes she had an earth shattering orgasm that made her forget about everything in that moment, all that existed was her and her pleasure. She became totally cum drunk.
It took fifteen minutes for her to become coherent again. 

"Earth to Mel, looks like you had a grand time," June asked while removing the gag from her mouth so she could speak, "Well how was it?" 

"That was amazing," Melody said, not even having the strength to lie. 

"Haha we could tell, so from now every Friday we're going to do this big favor for you to keep your horniness at bay, so you'll just have to tell your mom that these study sessions will be a weekly thing, got it? June said. 

"Mmm Hmm," Melody said, still recovering.

"Good, also we'll need money back. These under bed restraints and this vibrator cost us a fortune, where do you keep your little piggy bank?" Phoebe asked.

Melody realized she was still fully restrained and was starting to remember her predicament. 
"Umm sure, it's in the drawer, in an envelope under my math textbook," She said, starting to become nervous again.. 

"Jackpot," Phoebe said, " Now June, the toys were 200 right, and the gas was like 50, plus our time we have to charge for that, and the service we just provided, and don't forget we may need to go back to get that other toy we saw, so yeah I'm thinking about 700 bucks and wouldn't you know, that's exactly the amount in here, it must be faith don't you think Mel," Phoebe said laughing. 
"It took months to save that..." She replied.

"And look, it finally came in handy!" June said giggling.

"Now as for your closet, some of these clothes are just way too slutty for the new you, I think it's best June and I take most of it off your hands, but don't worry we'll leave the conservative stuff, and your mom should be giving you your allowance soon, when she does let us know, there a great thrift shop, we'll go pick out a new wardrobe with you." Phoebe said. 

"A new wardrobe.. why?" Melody asked.

"Because, it's no more boys for you, and that means trying to avoid attention from them silly. Can't have you showing off this slutty body. Plus I think I would score major points with your mom, I bet soon she'll like me even more than you!" Phoebe smirked. 

"Can't you see Mel, this is all for our friendship, I mean we went through to trouble of making you cum, even though we don't like girls and your body was super gross to us, and we didn't even complain, we're doing our part to keep this friendship intact because we care about you. So you need to focus on doing your part," Phoebe said. 

"My part?" Melody asked.

"Yes, doing what we say, staying away from boys and trying to make sure we're happy and our friendship is thriving," June replied.

The girls took pretty much all her favorite clothes, leaving her with stuff she didn't even like, stuff she forgot she even had. 

Then they finally released her and told her to get dressed so they don't have to stare at her massive titties and overgrown bush, then they asked her to start working on their assignments. They would be busy, because they wanted to try on their new clothes to see what cute outfit they could put together. 

Melody just kept telling herself that she would only have to put up with them for a few more months, then she'd be moving far away to the university of her dreams and get a fresh start.


PART 2

Melody's New Nickname

Melody couldn't help but think about how good she felt that night with the toy, it was like nothing she ever felt before. She found herself craving that feeling again as much as she tried to suppress it. Remembering that level of pleasure made between her legs damp, even thought part of that memory was the yucky taste in her mouth from June dirty panties.

What scarred her the most about the experience was knowing her first orgasm was at the hands of Phoebe but that didn't change the fact that she felt utter bliss in that moment. She was actually looking forward to her Friday study sleepover now, even though she was still nervous to be at the mercy of the girls.  

Later that week  the girls had taken Melody to the thrift shop as promised to update her wardrobe to something more conservative and less tempting to any boys around.

Phoebe explained to the lady working there that their friend was less fortunate and they were donating their nice bras and clothing that they didn't want any more in the hopes of getting her a new wardrobe. They made sure to emphasize that she was very conservative and wanted to be as covered as possible. 

The woman applauded how generous they were and made sure to tell Melody how lucky she was to have friends like this.

What the lady didn't know was that they were donating all of Melody's nice bras and clothes that didn't fit them, and that she wasn't dressing conservatively by choice. 

After the girls forced Melody to be their half naked living doll to play dress up with, they had basically gotten a "new" wardrobe of conservative clothes for her. Clothes that covered most of her body, with high necklines, long sleeves, and a loose fit. Then to go with it, sports bras that were meant to keep her large bust hidden. They didn't have her size so they were a bit too small squeezing her breasts against her, but this just made the girls like them even more as they helped hide her large bust.

The girls even asked if they sold panties at the thrift shop. Melody cringed when she heard the question, luckily the lady told them no but that there was a place not too far that sold very cheap women's underwear and they had lots of full coverage options aka granny panties. 

Of course after walking out of the thrift shop with two large bags of "new" clothes, they made a stop at the store with granny panties and bought Melody the most hideous looking panties. 

At first her new look did attract some attention, not just because the clothes looked cheap but because no one her age dressed that conservatively.

Her mother loved it though and Phoebe made it a point to tell her that if her mother asked her about the new wardrobe she had to tell her that this was all them. That they helped choose these clothes for her and encouraged her to dress more conservatively. Melody didn't know why she listened to them, they would have had no idea if she said it was all her and didn't give them the credit but she just couldn't do it, she felt the compulsion to do as they said. 

"Yeah mom, Phoebe and June wanted me to stop trying to fit in and dress more conservatively, since that's more my style," Melody lied.  

"Wow I was a bit nervous when you started hanging out with them but I had no idea just what angels they are!" Her mother replied. 

"Yeah they're great, I'm lucky to have them!" Melody said. 

"Oh you are and they're lucky to have you, I know you'll be a great friend to them too!" Her mother said hugging and kissing her like she was her little baby again. 

"I thought for a minute that we were growing apart, and you were going to change and become someone different as you got older, but I feel closer to you than ever!" Her mother replied. 

Melody's mother had her when she was very young. She went through a bit of a slutty phase where she was sleeping around a lot. Then she got pregnant and had no idea who the father was. Once the boys she slept with found out, none of them were even willing to take the test to see if they were the father. She managed to do very well for herself though with the support of her parents, but she always feared that the same thing would happen to Melody.

So the idea of her friends keeping her away from parties and encouraging her to dress more reserved was a welcomed  relief to Mrs. Cooper.  

Back at school Melody just tried to act like everything was back to normal and for the most part it was, and funnily enough her new style was actually getting positive attention from the school staff, who thought she looked like a model student and all her teachers were complimenting her. Heck even the lunch lady favored her. 

"Hi Melody, I love your new look, it's so cute and modest," Miss Johnson, the lunch lady said. 

"Thanks so much Mrs. Johnson," Melody replied. 

"I threw in a few extra tacos for you, have a nice lunch sweetheart!," Mrs. Johnson said.

Next in line were June and phoebe.

"Hi Miss Johnson, do we get some extra tacos too?" June said, winking. 

The lunch lady didn't even reply; she just roughly gave them their lunch on their trays and rushed them along.

"That lady is such a bitch, yeah she's definitely a dyke, it's probably why she's so nice to you Mel," June said. 

"Definitely," Phoebe replied, "Well there's no way you can eat all those extra tacos, so we can take them off your hands, Both girls took multiple tacos leaving Melody with just one. Then they began to greedily chow down. 

During lunch the conversation drifted to June talking about breaking up with her boyfriend, well more like he broke up with her, calling her toxic and a gas lighter. June could not understand where it was coming from, but she got so pissed that she shared a picture of him naked with his small penis in full view to the girls school to make sure none of them would ever date him.

Phoebe laughed at what June did, as if it was the funniest thing she heard all week. With no care for how June's now ex must have been feeling. June wasn't even upset that they weren't together; she was just upset that she didn't get to break up with him. 

"It's fine I guess, he literally never made me cum even once, hell he didn't even make me wet," June said.

"Yeah you are way out of his league. At least now you can find someone way hotter," Phoebe replied.

Melody nodded and let them gossip as they finished having lunch together.

"That was so good right Mel? Don't you just love taco day!" Phoebe said. 

"Yeah it was great," Mel said, still a bit hungry.

Just then the three girls heard a loud gurgling sound coming from Phoebe's stomach. "Oh shit that must have had sour cream, why did you let me eat that knowing it had sour cream!" Phoebe replied. 

"I didn't know it did, but it's tacos, they usually do, and there was cheese at the top too," Melody replied. 

"Fuck I need to go to the toilet now," Phoebe said speed walking the hall way to the girls room.
She started to let out farts quietly at first then louder as she quickly walked. Luckily no one was around. "Get in here and hold my bag," Phoebe commanded Melody. 

"I'll wait outside," June said with a subtle laugh as Melody went into the now pungent bathroom. 

Phoebe ran as fast as she could into the stall, releasing some of the most heinous sounds and smells that Melody ever experienced, and she experienced a lot. It was explosive and sounded extremely messy to say the least. She had to listen to it for what felt like at least 10 minutes straight, along with lots of grunting and moaning as she did the deed. 

"Fuck this one is out of toilet paper, check the next stall for me Mel, I need a lot!" Phoebe shouted. 
Melody was gagging at the smell in the room, she just rolled up as much toilet paper as she could get from the stall next to Phoebe and then Phoebe opened the door and told her to give it to her quickly. The smell from the open stall was even worse. The scent gave her flashbacks to that horrid day. 

"Fuck I definitely clogged that toilet for sure," Phoebe said sounding relieved until she looked between her ankles and saw the inside of her panties.  

"Oh shit I shat my panties a bit, quick Mel give me your panties," Phoebe commanded.

"What? No way, I can't do that," Melody said. 

"My skirt is too short, I can't walk around school commando. Give me yours! Don't forget about all the videos we have, I won't ask you again!" Phoebe said, freaking out. 

"Okay fine," Melody, stripped down and pulled down her panties, and gave it to Phoebe. 

"Good, now hold these," Phoebe said, handing her the soiled panties. 

Melody didn't think she could get more grossed out.

Phoebe came out a moment later, looking relieved.  "Well crisis averted. What are you waiting for, put them on."

"What? No way why would I do that? I'm wearing jeans, I can just go without any," Melody said. 

"I can't have you walking around without panties, I mean we're trying to get you to stop being such a little slut, and only sluts go commando, now put them on, and I'm not asking again, not unless you'd like your head in the toilet I just clogged," Phoebe threatened with a smirk on her face.

Melody couldn't take any threat as an empty one after the beach, but she couldn't believe what she was actually about to do. 

"This feels so gross, it's still wet, and mushy," She thought to herself as she pulled it up against her body.

"Look I know it's not ideal but having to wear your ugly granny panties that were pressing against your thick bush and slutty puss isn't fun for me either." She said as she left the room complaining that it smelled too bad to stay in there for another second. 

It only took a few minutes for Melody to put back on her jeans and wash her hands thoroughly, trying her best to feel clean even though she could feel Phoebe's filth rubbing into her behind with each step. 

When Melody stepped out she saw June and Phoebe across the hall and to her left, walking up hallway was a big group of students on their way to class. Then she saw a big smile on Phoebe face before she said loudly, "Eww Mel you really did a number in there, it smell so fucking bad!"

"Yeah what did you do to that poor toilet!" June added on laughing. 

The rest of the group laughed, pinching their nose as the smell hit then, making comments about the disgusting it was.

"Mel I had no idea you could make such a smell, maybe we should call you Smelly Mel from now on!" Phoebe added. 

The group erupted with laughter, she could hear the name Smelly Mel, being tossed around among other embarrassing comments by her peers as they looked back at her.

And with her soiled panties on she really did live up to that name, with anyone within an arm's length smelling something foul. It didn't take long for a teacher to pull her aside and ask her if she'd had an accident, she denied it as best as she could. The teacher just figured she was too embarrassed so they asked her to wait outside since it was the last class of the day anyway. 

Phoebe and June offered to drive her home, which was almost nice, if it wasn't for the fact that they caused all this humiliation in the first place. Melody figured it was the least they could do after that awful prank. They made her sit on a plastic bag and drove with the windows down becuase of hiw bad she smelled. Luckily her house was less than 10 minutes away. 

When they arrived, she got out and said thanks but to her surprise the girls came out with her. 
"What are you doing?" Melody asked nervously. 

"Well we're walking you in silly, come on now let go," Phoebe said as they followed her. 

Melody planned to just run straight to her room and shower and change right away to avoid her mom but she had no idea what the girls wanted.

When they walked in the door the coast was clear and Melody was relieved until Phoebe shouted, "Mrs. Cooper! Mrs. Cooper! Are you home?"

Melody was cursing under her breath. 

"Oh hi girls what brings you here today? It's not Friday," She said walking down the stairs to greet them she was hit by a lingering stench, "Oh... what's that smell?"

"That's why we called you down, it seems poor Mel here had a little accident in school, it was taco day and I think she just had too much, or something," Phoebe replied.

"Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry, why didn't you call?" Her mother asked her. 

"I don't know.... uh, I was embarrassed, I guess," She said, not knowing the correct response. 

"What nonsense are you saying you can't be embarrassed around me I wiped your dirty but for years, or did you forget, but that's strange, Mexican never bothered you before," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"It had a lot of sour cream so maybe she's just lactose intolerant," June said. 

"That must be it, I am actually pretty lactose intolerant so she must have gotten it from me," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"I still can't believe you didn't call me though, I'm disappointed in you young lady, you know you can talk to me about anything!" Her mother said. 

"Why don't you give us your number Mrs. Cooper and that way we can call you if anything like that ever happens again," Phoebe replied. 

"That would be wonderful Phoebe, thank you girls for bringing her home, I know that probably wasn't a pleasant ride," She replied. 

"No problem, what are friends for right Mel?" Phoebe replied. 

"Yeah thank you both so much," She said, trying to hide her anger. 

"I hope no one at school made fun of you sweetie," her mother replied. 

"Well... some of the mean kids did start calling her smelly Mel, but they'll forget about this incident by tomorrow I'm sure," June replied. 

"People can be so mean! You don't pay them any mind hun. Why don't you go shower and get cleaned up hun, and girls I actually got the photo albums I mentioned, let me show them to you, since you're already here, it won't take long," Mrs. Cooper said. 

Melody got a message on her phone soon after from Phoebe telling her to hand wash her panties making sure they were good as new. Phoebe also texted: "If you get too worked up cleaning my shitty panties just remember, tomorrow is Friday so you'll get your relief soon."

Melody was disgusted by the thought of cleaning Phoebe's soiled panties but she would be lying if she said the mound between her legs wasn't twitching at the thought of another orgasm like the last. That feeling almost made all this humiliation worth it. 

The disgusting deed took far too long trying to get out the nasty stains. All the while Melody could hear the girls and her mother laughing talking about her old hair cut, and braces downstairs. 
Even more surprising was the fact that the girls were still there even after she finished and took a long hot shower to finally feel clean and refreshed. They were talking to her mom at the dinner table, while they ate together. What could they have been talking about for the last hour? Melody asked herself. 

Melody was even more taken aback when her mom and the girls got silent as she approached them and the energy of the room became awkward like they didn't want her to know what they were talking about. The girls took that as a cue to leave, having gotten more information than they bargained for. On their way out they told Melody they can't wait for their study date tomorrow with a subtle wink. 

It turns out Mrs. Cooper confided in the girls that she was so grateful to them for keeping Melody on the straight and narrow. Saying that she didn't want Melody to end up like her, a teen mom, who had to give up her entire 20's and young adult life to be a mom. She was happy she had Melody of course but she always wondered what she missed out on. Phoebe and June no doubt were thinking about ways to use this new information to their advantage. 

The Second Study Date

The next day at school, Melody was nervous stepping into the school doors and rightfully so, as she heard the name Smelly Mel tossed around, with some laughing and snickering upon entering. Some students even pinched their nose walking past her to add to their cruelty. She was furious at Phoebe for setting her up like she did and causing all this public humiliation but she did her best to ignore it and focus on getting through the rest of the school year. She knew soon she would be far away and living her dream. Studying at an Ivy League School, becoming a brilliant female engineer, meeting like minded people, making new friends and most importantly being far away from Phoebe and June.

Soon she was woken up from her day dream with a dose of reality when Phoebe and June joined her at the locker. 

"What's wrong Smelly Mel?" Phoebe said laughing.

"It's not funny, everyone is calling me that or making jokes about me being gross, my reputation is ruined!" Melody said angrily. 

"Don't be a drama queen, give it a week and everyone will forget about it. Who would have guessed that the name would stick. Anyways cheer up, you remember what today is right?" Phoebe said winking. 

"I bet you were thinking about our study date all week right?" June asked.

"What? No, I forgot today is even Friday," Melody said, trying her best to sound believable. 

"Nice try Mel, but we know when you're lying now. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's completely natural. In fact me and June have been looking forward to it too!" Phoebe said. 

"Really? Well I guess I have thought about it a little," Melody replied. 

"Good I think we'll have an amazing time later, all three of us. By the way Mel, you haven't been masturbating have you?" June asked.

"What no way, I would never do that!" She replied strongly.

"Why is it that you never masturbated anyway?" June asked.

"Because growing up my mom told me how wrong it was, and that you can get addicted and ruin your life. Plus you end up going to hell if you do it too much!" Melody replied. 

Damn Mrs. Cooper really tried to put the fear of God in her when it comes to anything sexual, Phoebe thought to herself.

"Okay good, your mom was right, so keep it that way, in fact, new rule, you aren't allowed to masturbate, ever. The only way you get your orgasms is through me or June, got it?" Phoebe said. 

"That's so true Phoebe, we don't want our little slut here to get addicted to masturbation now do we," June replied. 

"Exactly, it's really for your own good Mel," Phoebe said.

With the school day finally over, the girls headed to Melody's house. After exchanging pleasantries with her mom, they made their way up to her bedroom to get their study date started. 

"Ok Mel you know the drill, strip naked and lie down so we can tie you down to the bed," Phoebe said. 

"Is that really necessary I'll do what you say, you don't need to tie me up again," Melody replied.

"Sorry Mel but you haven't earned back our trust yet, so stop complaining unless you don't want your little treat?" June replied. 

Melody begrudgingly did as she was told and stripped naked and laid down with her arms and legs spread for the girls to tie her up. 

"Aww it looks like someone is excited for her cummies," Phoebe said.

"Oh yeah she's definitely been thinking about this all day. Can you move your arms and legs?" June asked. 

Melody to move tired but couldn't make the restraints budge. 

"Good," June said as she kicked off her shoes, and socks, and pulled down her panties from under her skirt. 

Before Melody even had a chance to question why June started undressing , the girl was stuffing her panties in Melody's mouth. 

"Okay Mel we're going to do things a little differently this time," Phoebe said, "We figure it's only fair that if we have to get you off, you should get at least one of us off first."

"Exactly, and since me Derick broke up I've been hornier than ever, so you'll be getting me off today," June said. 
June then pulled her skirt down past her fat ass, till it slid down to the floor, then she stepped on the bed and put each of her feet on one side of Melody's head.

Melody was now in panic mode, her screams and pleading, muffled by the filthy panties stuffed in her mouth. She was getting flashbacks to that day at the beach, when the girls did the unthinkable to her. 

"Relax Mel I'm not going to shit on your face again, at least not if you behave, got it?" June said, threatening and reassuring her at the same time.

"I do have a surprise for you though since I know a slut like you must like it dirty. I didn't shower, and let me tell you, those tacos from yesterday did a number on my stomach this morning." June replied. 

Melody looked up and saw her smooth pussy and ass glistening with a greasy, oily look, then she got hit by the smell even though the girl was more than 3 feet above her.

Before she could think of anything, June's ass came crashing down on her face. June then spread her ass cheeks wedging Mel's nose right between her cheeks. The filth and scent of the warm, dark crevice was getting into Melody's nostrils and every pore of her face. The smell was awful, like something from a dumpster, but without any way to breathe through her mouth she had no choice but to inhale the thick foul odor.

June then proceeded to grind back and forth rubbing her damp crevice all over Mel's nose. Scrapping the fetid grease off her asshole and into the nostrils of the helpful girl. This was foreplay to June. The more she sat on Melody's face, having her way with her, the more she got turned on. She even began pinching her plump nipples and tugging them as she rode her face harder. This was hotter to her than any experience she even had with Derrick or any guy she'd been with for that matter.

"Holy shit Mel your pussy is soaked, your bush is all matted and sticky, you must be loving that stanky ass smell huh, well let's not make you wait any longer," Phoebe said.

With that she heard and then felt the vibrations. Then for a moment she was in bliss, transpored to a different place and time. It was a feeling that was otherworldly, but it was fleeting becuase before she knew it, it stopped.

"Remember what we said, you have to make one of us come first, so we're going to take out your gag, and you're going to stick your tongue out, get it?" June said. 

Melody couldn't believe what she was hearing but she wanted Phoebe to continue using the vibrator on her so badly and she knew she had to do what they said anyway so she just gave in, and tried to reply, with only muffled sounds coming out. 

"We'll thought you'd agree" June said as she pulled out her dirty panties out of her mouth. 

"Damn I think you got rid of that pesky stain. Anyway, tongue out now!" June commanded.

Melody gave in and stuck her tongue out immediately tasting June's unwashed pussy. The taste was musky and salty with a hint of what she guessed was pee. The wetness from her arousal was slid down Mel's tongue into her throat. Needless to say she was not a fan of the taste. It hadn't even registered that she was having a lesbian experience until she heard June remarks.

"Okay good, now flick your tongue, back and forth, faster, come on faster, yes keep going!" June said as she grinded back and forth on Melody's face, feeling a pleasure that she never experienced. 
To help her with leverage she grabbed Melody's big nipples and squeezed harder and she started grinding even faster. Pressing Mel's nose deeper in her swampy asshole. 

"Fuck yes, keep that dyke tongue out, you lesbo slut. Slurp up that tasty cunt. I know you love this you little freak. Fuck yes, oh shit. God yes! I'm going to cum, fuck, keep going Mel, don't stop, oh shit, yes" June moaned as she came right on the girls face.

On cue Phoebe started back using the vibrator on Melody, but June didn't get off, in fact she kept grinding on her face the entire time. Melody wasnt allowed a single breath of fresh air. Soon she was straining to breath as her nostrils were pressed against June's asshole. Her breathing got deeper as she got closer to her orgasm. The stench enveloping her as she had an earth shattering orgasm. Then once she had stopped convilsing and calmed down, June got off of her and love at her messy wet face, soaked with her sweat grease and filth. She was proud of her handy work. The studied it like it was a piece of art she created.

After that June acted a bit strange, she was oddly quiet, and flustered. She told phoebe she was going to have a shower and left her to untied Melody. 

Melody in the meantime was just starting to realize that licked a girl's pussy and that she had her first sexual experience with a girl as well. She hated that it didn't happen how she imagined it with a sweet handsome guy that she was in love with. But that didn't change the fact that the orgasm she had felt absolutely incredible. She now felt completely relaxed even with everything that just happened. 

"Wow you really enjoyed that! I think you came even harder than last time. If I didn't know better I'd say you liked having June's dirty ass on your face," Phoebe said winking, "Anyway you're free to go do our homework now," Phoebe said.

"Can I just wash my face?" Melody asked.

"Sorry hun, June's in the shower, and then I really have to shower too, but after we both shower you can get cleaned up k," Phoebe replied, "At least this way you can enjoy that stinky smell you love so much."

"What? I don't like that smell at all, it's gross," Melody said, defending herself. 

"Sure that's why you were able to cum so hard," Phoebe said, rolling her eyes. 

"Relax, it's normal for a slutty girl like you to have some kinks," Phoebe said reassuring her.

She knew it wasn't true but she couldn't resist messing with the naive girl's mind and planting a seed of doubt.

Melody rubbed her sore nipples as she got dressed and sat down to start their assignments, trying to ignore the stench emanating from her face.

Later that night, the girls grew bored, it was only 10pm and they had nothing to do. Melody was still finishing up their homework so they couldn't use her to entertain them. So they decided to go out for a few drinks. They told Melody, they were headed out to come back soon, and got dressed and headed down stairs. That's when they saw Mrs. Cooper watching TV and approached her.
 
"Hey Mrs.. Cooper we finished our assignments but Melody still has a ways to go, so we were going to take a quick drive to grab a snack, maybe a drink, you should totally come with us," Phoebe said.

"Oh, a drink? Are you girls old enough to drink?" Mrs. Cooper asked. 

"Oh yeah we're 21, long story but we started school a bit late then transferred to Miller High," June replied. 

"Oh I had no idea, that makes sense why you girls seem so much more mature than my little Mel," Mrs. Cooper replied .

"Yeah but no need to worry Mrs. Cooper we would never take Melody to a place with alcohol, she's far too innocent for that, but we'd love to hang out with you some more, we had so much fun chatting yesterday. Please please please," Phoebe begged. 

"That was nice but I don't know if I should leave Melody home alone," Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"She's old enough to take care of herself, and she'll be safe locked at home, plus we aren't going for long. You can't say no, you have to come with us!" June replied. 

"Well it has been ages since I went out... I guess I can hang out with you girls. You sure you don't mind me tagging along? I don't want to cramp your style." Mrs. Cooper said.

"Mrs. Cooper, you're young, you need to stop thinking like that, you look more like Melody's sister than her mom," June replied. 

This was actually true as she was only 36, and didn't look a day over 28.

"Okay let me get changed and we can get going," Mrs. Cooper replied. 

What was supposed to be a short drive for a quick drink, turned into a night of dancing, drinking and partying that lasted until 2am, when they finally decided to head back home. 

Melody had no idea her mom was even out, she just thought she was in her room sleeping, while the girls went out partying like they usually did on the weekend. 

Salon Saturday

When she woke up the house was quiet, she dared not to check on Phoebe and June, but she was surprised her mom was still sleeping. She woke up hungry so she decided to make pancakes, she wasn't the best cook but this was one of the few things she could make well. 

After finishing the last batch she sat down at the kitchen island to eat, when she heard her mom and the girls laughing coming down the stairs. Her mom hugged her and kissed and pinched her cheek thanking her for making breakfast, as she grabbed a cup of coffee and some pancakes. 

"Thank you girls so much for last night I really needed that, it was so much fun! I swear I have not had fun like that in forever!" Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"Oh any time Mrs. C, you were so much fun to party with, I feel like we found out new party bestie haven't we June," Phoebe said. 

"Oh yeah we haven't had that much fun in forever, you're the coolest Mrs. C, we need to do that again!" June replied. 

"That was so much fun, I think I'll take you girls up on that offer. Of course I have fun with my baby, but I miss having fun with adults," Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"I'm 18 you know mom, I am an adult," Melody replied. 

"Of course you are honey," Mrs. Cooper said, pinching her cheeks. 

"That cute guy was all over you too Mrs. C. I told you, you were hot!" June said.

"I know right I had to push him off of me, but we can talk about that another time," Mrs. Cooper said blushing. 

"Oh of course, we wouldn't want to corrupt little Mel here, but next time I'll just dance with you, then those guys will back off," June said. 

"That's not a bad idea," Mrs. Cooper said. 

Melody was completely weirded out by the entire conversation, she never knew her mom to party or drink or dance, and it was beyond weird that she was doing it with her friends and even weirder that she herself wasn't invited.

"Anyway girls, what are your plans for today?" Mrs. Cooper asked. 

"Well we're going to the salon to do our hair and then head back to study," Phoebe replied. 

"We were?" Melody asked. 

"Oh course we were, you must have forgotten silly, but we have to head out soon, did you want to come Mrs. Cooper? I bet you can get a killer hair style from our stylist, she's the best," The girls asked. 


"Hmm idk I don't want to intrude," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"Nonsense, it's settled, we'll all go to the salon," Phoebe said as Mrs. Cooper's face lit up. 

At the Salon, Phoebe pulled Melody aside and warned her to go with whatever they say unless she wanted all their videos and pictures of her to make their way online. She know they weren't bluffing so she agreed and just hoped what they had planned wasn't too crazy. 

Phoebe pulled their stylist aside and spoke to her while showing her a photo. Melody had no idea what it was but she had a bad feeling about it.

The stylist returned and then asked Melody if she was ready. Melody felt a lump in my throat but she nodded. Then the woman began cutting. Melody couldn't what she was doing as she was facing away from the mirror but she heard every snip of the scissors, and there were many. When she looked down she say far too much hair on the ground. What was this woman doing to her beautiful flowing hair, she thought to herself.

The other girls were also getting their haircut and styles simultaneously but they finished before Melody. When the stylist finally finished with Melody's hair she turned around the chair and Melody was horrified. 

Her long golden locks were cut into two pigtails on either side of her head. These were short and resembeld two palm trees. It was hideous

"Now this hair cut really only works as the pigtails, if you let it lose, it will just look like a mess so you'll have to keep it tied like this k hun. I think it's so sweet that you wanted to cut your hair like when you were a little girl to surprise your mom, I'm sure she'll love it. Not many girls would be willing to get rid of such beautiful hair. She's lucky to have such a sweet daughter," The stylist said. 

As Melody got up and walked to the waiting area, both Phoebe and June were trying their best to physically hold themselves back from bursting out laughing. Melody could even see their eyes watering. 

Her mother on the other hand, eyes welled up with tears of Joy. "Oh sweetie, you look so precious, did you get that haircut for me?"

"Umm... yeah..." Melody said, still in shock at her new hair style. 

"She's being modest, Mrs. C, Melody wanted to surprise you with this hair style form when she was a kid, she wanted to remind you that she's still your little girl," Phoebe replied. 

"Aww sweetie, aren't you just the best daughter a mom could ask for," Mrs. C said, kissing her all over her face, getting red lipstick on her. 

When Melody got a good look at the girls and her mom, their hair looked amazing, it made them all look way more beautiful and especially her mom, who now looked so much younger and hotter.

"Well it's about 1, why don't we grab a bite to eat?" June said. 

"That's a great idea," Mrs. Cooper replied as she wrapped her arm around Melody and walked out of the salon. 

Melody gritted her teeth at how stupid she now looked and there was nothing she could do to fix it. She was glad it made her mom happy, but she hated how stupid she looked, and it would take months for her hair to grow back enough to get rid of those short pigtails. 

At the Mall melody tried to keep her head down and not attract any attention but it was difficult when her mom kept hugging her and telling her how adorable she looked. Then her worst fear came through when they were walking to the food court and a big group of students from their year were walking directly towards them.

Never missing a good opportunity Phoebe made sure to wave and grab their attention, striking up a conversation. 

"Hey what are you all up to?" Phoebe asked. 

"Nothing much, just getting some clothes for the new club that opened up, what about you all?" The girl replied just noticing Melody and her terrible haircut.
She did her best to stifle a laugh.

"Oh we're just getting a bite to eat, we just went to do our hair, like it?" Phoebe said, running her hands through her hair. 

"Oh yeah it looks great, Smel... I mean Mel, I didn't know you had a sister?" The girl said, as she looked at Melody's mother. Mrs. Cooper blushed at the mistake.

"Oh this is my mom," Melody said meekly. 

"Oh wow I would have never guessed, but uh.... Mel, what inspired you to get that haircut?" She said as the entire group snickered. 

Melody's cheeks were red with Embarrassment. She just froze up not knowing how to even respond. 
"Aww my little Melly here wanted to get this haircut for me to remind me that she's still my little girl," Mrs. Cooper said, "Isn't she just the sweetest!" Mrs. Cooper continued as she hugged Melody in a tight embrace and showered her face with kisses. 

Melody loved her mom but they didn't go shopping or hang out together, at least not recently so she had no idea what to do in this situation but she was afraid to push her mom away and hurt her feelings so she just tried to subtly get her mom to stop. 

"Aww that's so sweet," The girls said looking at the rest of their group with second hand embarrassment.

"Well we better get going. Got some shopping to do. Catch you at school, later June, Phoebe," The girl then said quietly under her breath but loud enough for Melody to hear, "Smelly Mel." 

Melody was still red faced and processing how her reputation at school was about to get even worse.

She was actually coined Smelly Mel, but now people were going to think she was mommy's girl too.

"You know Mrs. C since you're now our party Bestie, you should get some new outfits because we have to check out that new club," June replied. 

"Well I guess I don't really have much clothes for dancing.." Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"Exactly and you need to show off that sexy body," June replied, making the woman blush.

"Well I guess it won't hurt to shop a little after we eat." Mrs. Cooper replied.

"It's settled then, let's go shopping!" Phoebe replied. 

Melody felt like this day was never going to end. At least during lunch she was able to eat without them running into anyone else from her year, although she did get stares from people for her terrible haircut and her less than fashionable outfit. 

"Hey Mrs. C do you need to use the ladies room?" June asked.

"No I'm good, you can go and I'll wait here," She replied. 

"Actually me and Mel have to go so we'll come with you," Phoebe replied, "Be back soon Mrs. C."

Melody didn't need to use the bathroom so she knew there was more to this visit than them wanting company. 

As soon as they got in the washroom, they looked around and pulled Melody close.

"Okay Mel so this is how it's going to go, when we're shopping with your mom and help her pick out outfits, we don't want you to be a killjoy and give her any negative feedback okay, whatever outfits we give her, you better tell her that they look amazing, and encourage her to get them okay!" June said. 

"Okay fine but why?" Melody asked, confused. 

"Because we like partying with your mom and she has a hot body and needs to show it off and start enjoying her life," June replied.

"Yeah your mom told us everything about how she put her life on hold when she had you, and missed out on having fun, so we want her to live a little and get what she missed out on," Phoebe replied. 

"My mom actually said that?" Melody asked.

"Yeah she told us everything," June replied. 

"Okay I'll do it, I want her to enjoy her life and have fun so I want to help if I can," Melody replied. 

"Good then make sure to do whatever you can to encourage it okay!" June said before the girl's stomach started to grumble. 

"I need to take shit so bad," June said, holding her stomach.

"Me too!" Phoebe said before they rushed to the toilets.

Melody was nervous to just leave in case they got mad, so she waited there trying her best to hold her breath till they were finished. 

Of course Melody had another embarrassing bathroom encounter with June and Phoebe making remarks about how she stunk up the bathroom when they exited as a group of women came in. Melody was horrified that now a big group of women would think that was her doing. 

Melody tried to shake off the embarrassment as they grabbed Mrs. C and headed to a relatively expensive clothes store that specializes in sexy outfits, dresses, high heels and even lingerie.

Immediately Mrs. Cooper was overwhelmed.

"Are you sure this is the right store girl? I have no idea where to even start, I'm sorry I'm not great when it comes to fashion," She said to the girls. 

"Oh don't worry Mrs. C we'll take care of everything for you, you just sit down and relax while we pick the outfits." June replied. 

Phoebe and June made it their mission to put together at least four different sexy outfits for the women, including heels and they even picked out some lingerie.

When they returned they handed her the first outfit and sat in front of the changing room waiting for the big reveal. 

The first outfit was a short tight pink dress that was very low cut with some rhinestones on it, even the back of the dress was open till right above her butt. 

Mrs. Cooper was a bit surprised at how well the dress fit her but she never wore anything like this since she was a teenager. She nervously opened the door as the girls looked with anticipation. 

"OMG Mrs. C you look so hot!" June said as she felt her heart pound. 

"Hell yeah, why have you been hiding that amazing body, you are buying this one for sure! You are going to have guys all over you when we hit the club," Phoebe said, hyping the woman up. 

"Not just guys, even the girls will be all over you in that dress," June said looking at the women's hour glass figure.

"What about you Melly? How do you think it looks?" Her mother asked. 

"I think you look gorgeous mom, you should definitely buy it" Melody said. It was weird seeing her mom dress so provocatively but it was also true, with her new hair style and the fact that she looked younger than her age, the dress worked for her. 

"You sure I don't look ridiculous?" Mrs. C asked. 

"No way you look more like Mel's cool sister, you look hot Cynthia, you need to show it off," June replied.

Mrs. Cooper blushed at the way June complimented her and even called her by her first name. 

"You don't mind if we call you Cynthia, do you? I mean we are friends right?" June asked. 

"Well I guess that's true, we are, so I guess you all can call me Cynthia," Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"It's settled then, Cynthia it is," Phoebe said smiling, picking up that June was up to something.

"Sounds good! But not Melly of course, I'm her mom, so no way she is calling me by my first name!" Mrs. Cooper replied.

"That's mommy, to you okay sweetheart," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"Of course mom," Mel said.

"I think she said mommy, if I'm not mistaken," Phoebe said, looking at Mel in her eyes. 

"Of course mommy," Melody said. 

"Oh that's so cute, you haven't called me that in ages, I love it!" Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"Then I'm sure she'll call you that from now on since you love it so much. Right Mel?" June said. 

"Yeah sure.... if you'd like that, I guess I can call you that from now on," Melody said, hating every minute of this interaction.

"Oh I love that, thank you so much sweetie," Mrs. Cooper replied. 

The next outfit Mrs. Cooper tried on was a pair of booty shorts with 5 inch heels and a tight white tank top. The shorts were so short that Melody could see her mom's ass cheeks when she moved in it, but she had to bite her tongue and tell her mom how much she loved the outfit. At first she felt bad that she was lying to her mom about all these slutty outfits, but to her surprise her mom loved the outfits and thought she looked good in them as well. Melody started to question who her mother really was. This was just so out of character for her to dress in such a scantily clad outfit. 

The last outfit was the most covered one but also the sexiest one, it was a very very tight red catsuit looking one piece, no separate top or pants, with a zip going from the back of her neck to the just above her round ass. It showed off all her mom's curves and to her horror, her mom's camel toe. 

Yet again the girls gassed her up into thinking it was an amazing look for the club, and Melody had to agree no matter how much she wanted to tell her mom that it was way too inappropriate for her. 

"I'm so glad you like the outfits, I have to say I haven't felt this sexy in years! Now let's see I can get this one off." She said laughing. 

"Oh let me help you," June said, springing into action before anyone else had the opportunity to volunteer. 

June walked in and closed the latch on the door behind her. All Melody and Phoebe could see were their feet, but it was clear that June was standing behind her very closely.

"Sorry about this, the outfit is impossible to get off by myself," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"Don't apologize Cynthia, what are friends for, I'm lucky, I bet a ton of people would love to be in my position," June whispered as she brushed Cynthia's hair to the side so she could grab the zip. 
Mrs. Cooper just blushed as her heart began pounding. 

"I'll need you to put your hand at your side, so I can take it off properly," June said, looking at Cynthia's red face in the mirror. 

She just nodded and placed them at her side, as she had a lump in her throat. 

As the zip reached half way down the outfit was still stuck to her skin, so June slid her hands under the suit right above her breasts and worked her way down, touching her soft ample breasts as she slid the outfit down. 

Outside the dressing room Melody thought she almost heard a moan or a yelp and was starting to get worried at how long they were taking. She was hoping June wasn't trying to hurt her mom in any way, while Phoebe looked like her mind was somewhere else. 

June was looking directly into Cynthia's eyes in the mirror as she slid her hands past her breasts and now onto her soft but toned stomach, all the way down to the front of her hips, her hand passing awfully close to Cynthia's mound. 

Cynthia's eyes closed for just a moment as she bit her lip but by the time she opened them she was standing in her bra and panties with June still behind her looking at the woman's body. 

She quickly cleared her throat and told June thanks for the help and that she should probably get changed. 

"Oh did you forget? We got these for you as well?" June said holding out some lingerie. 

"Of course if you try them you have to buy them. But wouldn't they look sexy on you?" June said to the half naked women. 

"Maybe but they don't cover much and it's been a while since I groomed down there." Mrs. Cooper said embarrassed. 

"Oh you're so cute when you're embarrassed, no need to worry, me and Phoebe will take you to our waxing girl later this week then," June said continued, "Anyway let me let you change but if you need help with anything else, you'll let me know won't you?" 

Mrs. Cooper just nodded and her heart beat out of her chest. She wasn't sure what she just felt but she couldn'tstop smiling.

When they finally finished and made their way to the cashier there was another problem. Mrs. Cooper didn't realize just how expensive the clothes were and she was short on cash, now she could have dipped into her savings but she was always very responsible with money and made it a point never to use from it. 

"I'm sorry I guess I'll have to put something back," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"Oh no you can't, those outfits were made for you," June said, "How much are you short by?"

"About fifty dollars," She said. 

"Oh no I don't have any more money after the salon, what about you Pheebs?" June asked. 

"Same with me, I don't have left from the Salon and lunch," Phoebe said as the two girls now looked at Melody. 

She knew what she had to do but she was mad that the girls were looking at her when they already took her secret savings. 

"Let's check mom..my," Melody said, forgetting her mom's new title. 

Melody emptied her wallet taking everything she had out of it which was exactly fifty dollars. 

"Here you go mom.. my," Melody said, forgetting again. 

"Aww sweetheart are you sure? That's all your allowance." Her Mother replied. 

"Yeah mom, it's like they said, these outfits were made for you, you have to buy them," Melody said. 

"Aww aren't you just the sweetest thing in the world," she said, panting an assault of kissing all over Melody, getting some lipstick on her face again. 

"Yeah that's so sweet Mel, you're lucky you have a mom who gives you such a big allowance, our parents aren't so well off," Phoebe replied looking sorry for herself.

"Yeah our home situations aren't nearly as great as yours, I can't believe your allowance is so big, that's more than the rich kids at school," June replied lying. 

"Is fifty dollars a week really more than even the rich kids?" Mrs. Cooper asked. 

"Oh yeah they get like thirty tops, and well we're just lucky to get anything from our parents," June replied, "We had to save up for like six months just to go to the salon."

"Oh June I'm so sorry to hear that, you girls deserve the world," Mrs. Cooper replied. 

"Aww Cynthia you're so sweet, I hope Melody knows how lucky she is," June replied. 

"Oh I'm sure she does," Mrs. Cooper said, "But if you girls ever need anything just know you can always come to me,  I'll help you however I can. We are all friends now after all."
The two girls then gave Mrs. Cooper a big hug.

"Wow, would you look at the time? We should really head home and get ready," Phoebe replied.

"Get ready?" Mrs. Cooper asked. 

"Yeah tonight ladies get in the club for free, we're going to have so much fun!" Phoebe replied. 

 "Well what are we waiting for, we need to go get ready!" Mrs. Cooper said giggling.

"Hey can I come?" Melody asked, feeling jealous for some reason.

"Oh I'm so sorry Mel but you know that's not your scene, you should study or catch up on some Netflix and plus it's 21 and over, so you wouldn't be able to get in," Phoebe said lying. 

"Aww sweetie, trust me the club is no place for my little girl," Mrs. Cooper said. 

"I'm eighteen mom! I mean mommy." Melody replied angrily.

"Aww, is someone Jealous? I know! How about we all stay home and have a girls night sleepover next Friday, the four of us?"  Mrs. Cooper suggested. 

"That's such a great idea Cynthia, we should totally do that next week," Phoebe replied. 

"Nice, it's a date," June said, giving Cynthia a quick glance. 

"Good, now that that's taken care of, let's go home and get ready!" Mrs. Cooper replied. 


PART 3

In da Clerb we all...

Once the girls got back from shopping they all went to get changed while Melody went to the bathroom to shower and put on her Pajamas. Since she was going to be spending the evening at home. 

Phoebe grabbed June's arm and they went to their room together while Cynthia, Melody's mom, went to her room to shower and get dressed one of her new sexy outfits.

From the time they got to their room, Phoebe asked June to spill what had been going on with her and Melody's mom. 

"Okay you're my best friend and I know I can tell you anything, so here goes. I want her!" June said. 

"You want her? Like you want... Oh I didn't know you were into girls," Phoebe said. 

"Neither did I, but when Melody ate me out yesterday it woke up something in me, I never felt anything like that in my life, and then today when I saw Cynthia in her sexy outfits it did something to me and I just can't explain it. I  have to make her mine Phoebs. I hope you don't think differently of me," June replied. 

"June come on you know you're my best friend, I couldn't care less who you like, girl or guy it doesn't matter to me, once it isn't Mel that would be gross," Phoebe said.

"Oh eww, no way, little miss perfect, goody two shoes, yeah right, but Cynthia, she's something special," June replied. 

"But what if she isn't gay though?" Phoebe asked. 

"I was worried about that but I caught her looking at my butt for just a bit too long on more than one occasion, and then today in the changing room I made a move on her and she was totally into it," June said. 

"Holy shit, that's awesome, can you imagine the look on Mel's face if you and her mom start dating," Phoebe said. 

"Oh it's no if, it's more like when, and I think with a little alcohol in her, it might be tonight!" June replied excitedly.

"Damn say less, I'll help get her tipsy and then give you some privacy later to make your next move," Phoebe replied. 

"You're the best! But don't say anything to Melody k, I don't want her to find some way to sabotage this," June said. 

"Yeah totes, we need to be careful with this, Melody can't know until we know it's the right time, otherwise it can ruin everything," Phoebe said. 

"Exactly, this is why we work!" June replied. While the wheels in Phoebe's head started turning. 

"Everything okay? Yeah I'm just thinking about all the ways this will help us to humiliate Mel even more. That and I wonder how good of a pussy licker she is to convert you like that," Phoebe said joking with June. 

"You'll have to try her yourself next time, I'm telling you, you never had an orgasm like that one. I can't wait to find out what her mom's tongue can do," June replied. 

"You're so bad! Okay let's get ready!" Phoebe said. 

Once all the girls were ready, they met down stairs. Melody in her Pj's and the rest of them in their sexy clubbing outfits, to put even more salt in the wound June was wearing her red dress that she saved up for months to buy. The one that she was supposed to return after she borrowed it a few weeks ago. 

"How do we look?" Cynthia asked her daughter. 

"You all look super hot!" Melody said, telling the truth. They all looked hot, especially her mom in her new tight short dress and heels.  

"Right! Okay sweetie we're off, have a fun night, make sure to lock up, I have the key, and if you have any emergency call me okay, I love you Melly," Her mom said, kissing her forehead. 

"Love you too mommy, have fun!" Melody replied. 

Melody should have been glad to have the house to herself, she was free of both June and Phoebe and could relax and do whatever she wanted but she couldn't help but feel jealous, it was like they replaced her with her mom. 

She tried distracting herself, by reading a new romance book she bought. Melody was a huge fan of cheesy over the top romance books, with true love and soul mates and the handsome guy who's basically prince charming. She would spend hours fantasizing about finding her handsome prince charming, getting married to him and living the dream life in a big house with a white picket fence. 
The fantasy was almost enough to take her mind off of the fact that her mom was partying with her friends without her, but every hour she would look at rectangular digital clock on her nightstand and wonder what they were doing and when her mom was coming home. 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock. That was the last time she looked at the time before falling asleep with her romance novel in her hands. 

Melody woke up late that morning, and was surprised to see that her mom wasn't up yet. What time did she get home, she wondered. The guest room was empty as the girls went straight home after the club, so she was at least happy about that. Hungry, she went downstairs to make breakfast. 
While Melody made pancakes, her mother was actually awake still laying in bed, in just her nightgown, parts of the night were foggy but there were a few parts that were etched into her mind and she kept replaying them over and over again as her hand wandered around her body. 

She couldn't believe last night was real. They were drinking and having a great time, when Phoebe saw a cute guy she wanted to dance with leaving Cynthia and June alone. It wasn't long before a guy tried to dance with Cynthia, but June confidently told him to shove it, and never to hit on her girl again. 

June was so ferocious that he left tail between his legs, something about that interaction got Cynthia's heart racing and made her feel things, things that she hasn't felt in ages. Then June said it was time to put on a show so no other guy tried to harass her. June got behind Cynthia and started grinding on her, her hand touching her body all over. Ordinarily this would have embarrassed Cynthia for anyone to touch her like that in public, but this time she didn't care, the night club was dark and crowded and everyone was in their own world including her. 

June put her lips right on the back of Cynthia's neck and started gently kissing her studying her body's every reaction. Once she heard a soft moan and Cynthia made no effort to move her hands she decided to take things further, much further, she slide her hands lower, under Cynthia's short dress, right over her lace panties, and once she found her spot she started rubbing her. 

Cynthia turned around and pulled June in closer. 
"Isn't this wrong?" Cynthia asked.

"Does it feel wrong?" June replied. 

Cynthia just shook her head as June's hand found its way back to Cynthia's now soaking wet panties, where she continued what she started. Rubbing her as Cynthia moaned in her ear, while they pretended to dance. 

As the moans grew louder, June stopped and told her to stop before she gets so loud they get kicked out. 

Cynthia was ready to plead for her to continue but she just nodded. but not before June lips met hers and had a long make out session in the middle of the dance floor. 

For the first time in forever Cynthia woke up incredibly  horny and couldn't help but touch herself till she had an intense orgasm thinking about June and last night. Temporarily quenching the thirst she now had. 

When Cynthia came downstairs she was smiling and acting overly happy. Melody had never seen her mom like this. 

"Aww did you make pancakes again, thanks so much Melly, how was your night last night?" Cynthia asked.

"Good I just read till I fell asleep. What about you? What time did you get back home?" Melody asked like a worried parent.

"I don't know, we kind of lost track of time, maybe around 1?  I can't remember exactly. Why did you miss mommy?" Cynthia responded. 

"Of course mommy, but did you have a good time?" Melody asked knowing it was way later than that. 

"Oh the best, Phoebe and June are so much fun, I love them! We are already talking about doing it again!" Cynthia said. 

"I'm so glad mom, that's awesome," Melody replied with a pang of jealousy. 

"I know! Who would have thought your best friends would become my best friends too, isn't that just the best thing ever?" Cynthia replied being overly happy and bubbly. 

"Yeah I know right, it's so great," Melody replied frustrated.

"Anyway hun I'm going to eat on the couch and put my feet up, those heels looked sexy but my feet are killing me, can bring me some coffee when it's finished?" Cynthia replied as she grabbed breakfast and went to the living room. 

"What was all that about, "Best Friends" after hanging out with them twice, why is mom being so weird," Melody asked herself. 

Speeding up the process

June decided to crash at Phoebe's place Saturday night, Phoebe wanted to hang out on Sunday and go over their plans for Melody before Monday. Messing with Melody was fun but it wasn't enough for Phoebe. 

Phoebe hated Melody, at least what she represented to her, so she wanted to take things further and June was only happy to encourage her best friend, after all, she was willing to help her get Cynthia and didn't even care that she came out as a lesbian or bi or whatever. It seemed even though they were both objectively bad people they were actually good to each other. 

Phoebe wanted to ruin Melody, long term, not just her school life. She wanted to make sure Melody would never be the same again. She wanted to change the entire course of her life all together. Phoebe despised Melody, she was too smart, too beautiful, too kind and too naive, she was handed everything and never had to struggle for even a day. Melody was basically better than Phoebe in every way and just seeing her would make Phoebe feel bad about herself. 

Now though, she wasn't feeling so bad. Melody had a stupid haircut, dressed like a loser and was called Smelly Mel by everyone in the school. So Phoebe was starting to feel great about herself next to miss perfect, but it wasn't enough, she knew once Melody left and moved on she would no doubt go back to being everything she envied. Even knowing Melody was out there potentially living her dream life made Phoebe mad.

So she needed to step up her plan. There were only months left before graduation. She was going to turn Melody into a desperate freak that no guy would ever want. June didn't realize how deep Phoebe's feelings towards Melody went but she was Phoebe's ride or die, and she would help her no matter what. 

Phoebe wanted more control of Melody. Melody didn't really believe the lie that she was some slut that needed them to help her quell her urges, she only went with it because of their blackmail. So they wondered what if she believed them what if it was true. So they started researching things that could increase the female libido. If she believed she was a desperate horny slut, they could use that to support all ridiculous ideas. They found a bunch of websites essentially selling snake oil, until they found an article from a women's health magazine. There was a special cream that could be applied topically to all erogenous zones, including clitoris, asshole and nipples,  that was proven to enhance sensitivity and sexual pleasure in women by up to 5 times, PERMANENTLY, but the reason this drug was never adopted by the mass public was because of two major side effects. Even in low doses and very short term use, it caused the clitoris and even nipples to grow up to an unprecedented size in women and causing increased sensitivity that was so high they couldn't carry out their daily functions without constant arousal, leading to clouded judgement and poor decision making.

Some people in the test group said after only a few weeks they would get female erections where their clit would become hard and poke out so much it was slightly visible even in their underwear any time they were aroused. The same thing happened to their nipples which also got larger and more sensitive, so much so that it was difficult just wearing a bra, because they would get aroused from the pressure. It also caused public hair to grow faster and longer, a less serious side effect but a frustrating one for the test group. 

The positive effect was that it increased blood flow to all their erogenous zones significantly and helped women with trouble being lubricated to produce much more and leading to easier penetration. They also reported to significantly more intense orgasm and increased sex drives. The women reported wanting sex up to 10 times a week from their usual 2-3 times. 

The dosage that these women had was .5% over 3 months. The FDA  recommended that it be used in dosages of no more than 0.1% to avoid these extreme side effects. Upon further research the cream was available over the counter at strengths of up to 1%, double what the test group received and 10 times the recommended amount. It was nice to know the FDA still wasn't very good at their job. 

Phoebe's face lit up when she read the article. June knew they found exactly what they were looking for. Phoebe was so excited she stopped at the pharmacy on the way to school to pick it up so Melody could start her treatment as soon as possible. They couldn't wait to see the effect that such a high strength would have on her. 

The girls approached her before school began and took her to the bathroom. They had an elaborate albeit ridiculous lie prepared. They didn't need her to believe them though because of the blackmail they had but they were still hoping her naivety would be enough to fall for it. 

"Do I really have to do this?" Melody asked. 

"Yes, it's for your own good, it's clear that you're way sluttier than we thought by how hard you came on Friday with June's swamp ass on your face, so this will help keep those slutty urges down. Listen there's no side effects okay so just apply it like we told you," Phoebe explained. 

"Okay fine, I'll do it, but can you all talk softer, what if someone hears you!" Melody replied more concerned with her reputation being ruined even further. 

"Fine I won't say that you had June's dirty swamp ass all over your face as you came like a complete slut loudly for everyone in school to hear if you do what we say. Now just to make sure you actually do it, leave the stall door open so we can see," June replied. 

"What if someone comes in?" Melody pleaded. 

"Then just close the door, duh," Phoebe replied, "Now strip down and apply it quickly, they said to use a liberal amount too k."

"What is this for again?" Melody asked.

"To keep you from getting too horny! Now get started!" Phoebe replied. 

Phoebe actually went all out, she actually put on gloves and squeezed the cream into a clear travel size squeeze container, and got a nerd that had a crush on her form the art program to make a label and stuck it on, so she would have no idea what it really was, at least not until it would be too late. 
 
"Fine," Melody said, stripping naked in the bathroom stall. 

"Now make sure you find your clit through that giant bush, okay in fact put extra on there since your bush will probably get most of it," June replied. 

Melody was so embarrassed to be basically touching herself in front of her friends but she did it as quickly as she could to get it over with. 

"Not so fast, your asshole too," Phoebe replied. 

Melody pouted but Phoebe didn't budge, so she turned around and took a dollop of the cream and rubbed on her asshole for the girls to see. 
"Oh you are a slut, it looks like you loved rubbing your stinky little asshole didn't you?" June replied. 

"No! Of course not okay, you guys know I don't even do that. Anyway, is that it, are we finished?" Melody asked.

"Whatever you say Melly, and yes we're finished for today, but you'll have to do this for us every day for at least a few weeks, to make sure the cream works. It's for your own good of course," Phoebe said before she and June left Melody to get dressed. 

Melody washed up and stepped outside and quickly forgot about the ordeal with the cream when she started getting weird looks and chuckles as she walked. She forgot that this was the first time everyone saw her new haircut. This worked out in the girl's favor as she was so concerned about what everyone else thought about her look throughout the entire day that she didn't stop to think about even researching this cream they were making her use.
 
The girls also made sure she didn't have time to think when she got home either, since they were giving her all their homework and assignments to complete each night. It wasn't even a question anymore, they would just dump all their work on her each evening and expect it done by the next morning. She would spend hours in front of her computer writing papers every evening.  Her mom was impressed with how much extra studying she was doing lately, and actually thought to herself that Phoebe and June were such a good influence on her little Melly. 

Thursday came before the girls knew it and they decided to drop Melody home since they had to pick up her mom for her waxing appointment. Melody did even realize they were picking up her mom until they arrived at her house. 

"Hey let your mom know we're here to pick her up k," Phoebe said. 

"Pick her up? For what?" Melody asked, confused.

"Well it's really not your business but if you must know a waxing appointment," Phoebe replied. 

"What kind of waxing appointment?" Melody asked. 

"A Brazilian what else," Phoebe replied. 

"My mom is getting a Brazilian wax?" She said shocked. 

"I think you mean your mommy, and yes she's living it up with us now and she probably wants to be ready in case she gets some action, who knows maybe she even has someone in mind." June replied. 

"Anyway we'll wait in the car, tell her we're here k, and don't forget to get those English papers finished by tomorrow," Phoebe said. 

Melody stepped inside and told her mom that the girls were outside waiting on her. Her mother seemed excited and gave her a quick kiss and told her that there was food in the microwave before rushing out to meet her new besties. 

Melody couldn't believe how much her mom had changed in just a couple weeks. She was still a great mom but she was like a different person. 

Truth of Dare!

The end of week had finally arrived and as much as Melody hated to admit it she was desperately waiting for it to come. She had such a strong yearning for an orgasm by the time Friday came that she could hardly concentrate. She tried her best to hide it from Phoebe and June though. She was so distracted she forgot that it was the night that her mom wanted to have a girls night for all four of them. 

As they stepped inside she saw her mom in the kitchen and what looked like three pizzas and wondered what the occasion was. 

"Hey Cynthia," Phoebe and June said in unison. 

"I see you got exactly what we wanted," Phoebe replied. 

"Oh yes I did, three medium meat lover pizzas with extra cheese," Cynthia replied. 

"Oh it smells so good!" June replied, and then followed it up by asking, "What's that doing here?" Looking at a plastic container with a salad.

"Oh well you know I'm a bit lactose intolerant so I don't want to gas you all out of the house," Cynthia said jokingly. 

"So what, we're both lactose and tolerant too, and we just let it rip," June replied. 

"Oh no my gas can be bad!" Cynthia replied. 

"You say that but you haven't smelled what my ass can do, have you?" June asked mischievously. 

"Yeah come on you have to eat some, in fact, you should probably give the salad to Mel, I mean last time she had just a touch of sour cream she had that accident and I would hate for her to have another," Phoebe replied. 

"Oh dear you're right I forgot that! I'm so sorry Melly, in that case, I guess I will be eating pizza, I can't let my baby get a tummy ache," Cynthia said to her daughter.

"Well let's dig in," June replied. 

"Well, shouldn't we go upstairs and get some work done first?" Melody asked eager to have her orgasm. 

Phoebe and June gave each other a knowing smile and Phoebe replied, "What's the rush Mel? Did you forget it's girls night?"

"No it's just I'd really like to study a bit before you know, like you girls have been encouraging me to do," Melody replied.

"Well maybe if we have time after we eat and play some games," Phoebe replied. 

"Games?" Melody asked.

"Oh yeah we brought a couple to play after we eat, it is girls night after all, so we'll be staying up late," Phoebe replied. 

"Games sound like fun! Relax sweetie, you can study tomorrow night when we're out," Cynthia replied. 

Melody frowned at the fact that she would clearly have to wait for her orgasm even though her urges were becoming unbearable. 

"Yeah I guess you're right mom," Melody replied, trying not to sound too disappointed. 

Her mother cleared her throat looking at her like she was expecting something, until Melody realized what it was. 

"I mean mommy," She replied realizing what she wanted.

"That's better. Oh I just love the sound of my little girl calling me that. Well let's dig in, here's your salad honey," Cynthia said.

"One more thing, it's not girls night without some drinks, for us I mean, I know little Mel here isn't 21 yet," June replied. 

"Oh you're so right, it's been ages since I did this I forgot, I'll get us some wine!' Cynthia replied. 

The girls smiled at each other and grabbed a slice of pizza while Melody sat with her salad, looking disappointed and she stuck a fork in the crunchy greens. 

The girls ate like this was their first meal in days, gobbling slice after slice and that was including her mom, who had forgotten just how good pizza tasted. Melody was angry that she couldn't even have a slice because of that lie, and at the rate they were going there wouldn't be any left overs either. 

Three large pizzas and one bottle of wine later and after a lot of joking and banter between her mom and the girls and dinner was finally finished. But for Melody the wait was far from over. Multiple stomachs started to grumble and all three of the girls had to use the bathroom while Melody sat at the table trying not to think about the yearning between her legs. After what felt like an eternity the girls had finished their messy business on the toilets, joking that the pizza was so good it was worth it..

Undenounced to Cynthia and Melody, every time she left to get anything or use the toilet the girls refilled her wine glass. So she was absent mindedly drinking and drinking not even realizing she had more than half a bottle of wine and was pretty tipsy already. 

 "Okay who's ready for, Truth or Dare!" Phoebe said, putting her arm around Melody and directing her to the living room, setting her down directly in front of her, while June did the same thing to Cynthia. 

"Oh this is so much fun, are there any rules?" Cynthia asked. 

"Well not really, in fact his game is super simple, it's all up to chance, and the cards will decide everything. When you draw you'll see if you got a truth card or a dare card, then basically you have to either answer the question or do the dare, if you don't not only will you get a punishment that the rest of the group comes up with, the game will also end and you'll be a complete buzz kill, and ruin the night. Also the punishment can be way worse than the dares and last a lot longer, so forfeiting would be a big mistake," Phoebe explained. 

"Okay so how do we decide who goes first?" Cynthia asked, looking at the deck of cards on the coffee table.

"It's simple, the youngest player goes first, then from there we go counter clockwise, so first is Mel then you Cynthia, then June and lastly me," Phoebe said.

"Oh I'm excited! Let's start!" Cynthia said. 

Little did Cynthia or Melody know, this game was rigged. Phoebe and June made sure to choose exactly where they sat, the order the game started from, they even set the deck perfectly to rig the entire game as best as they could so everything was actually predetermined, to make sure Mel had the most humiliating dares and also for June to have some fun with Cynthia. They played it so cool that no one, not even Melody suspected anything, they didn't even question if the deck should be shuffled. Their plan was working out perfectly.

Cynthia was just tipsy from the wine and overly excited for her first girls night sleepover in forever, and Melody just wanted to get this over with because all she could think about was the orgasm she desperately needed. 
It's worth noting that Phoebe made sure to get the extreme nsfw edition of the game with some over the top and very embarrassing dares, she also curated them to fit exactly the kind of humiliation she wanted to inflict on Melody. 

"Okay Melly, you can draw first!" Cynthia said. 

"Here goes," Melody said nervously.

"Read it out loud, so we all know what it says," Phoebe said. 

"Okay... Truth, how many people have you had sex with?" Melody ready out loud. 

In the whole scheme of things this wasn't that bad since they all knew anyway. 
"Well that would be zero," Melody said blushing. 

"Aww that's my good baby girl," Cynthia said moving forward, giving Melody some kisses on her cheek. 

"My turn!" Cynthia said excitedly.

"Dare, take off one piece of clothing for the rest of the game!" Cynthia read. 

"Fine that's nothing, I thought these dares were going to be spicy," She said as she reached behind her long sun dress and lifted the back revealing her panties, but she went higher and unhooked her bra. 

Melody couldn't believe her mom was so into the game and was being so different to how she knew her to be. She was actually being pretty fun.

"There, done!" Cynthia said, tossing her bra across the room.

"Let's go Cynthia, I knew you were going to be fun to play with," June said smirking. 

Melody could see her mother's nipples printing through her dress to her horror. Was she excited by this, she wondered. 

"Me next," June said, drawing her card. 

"Kiss the player to your left," June read out loud. 

"Well Cynthia, you ready to pucker up?" June asked as she got up and moved in closer to Cynthia, who was sitting on the floor. She leaned down and could see Cynthia's face turn a bright red with a spark in her eyes that she knew was desire. 

June took her time and moved slowly till her lips were gently touching Cynthia's then after a second she pulled her in and aggressively made out with her, Melody even thought she saw some tongue but she must have seen wrong.
 
"Well that was amazing, it might have been the best kiss I ever had," June said smiling. 

Cynthia was blushing and speechless, she just giggled and tried to compose herself. 

"My turn!" Phoebe said, breaking the awkward silence.
 
"Aww this one is tame, Truth, where is the place you feel the safest," Phoebe read. 

"Well that one is easy, it would be here by you Cynthia," Phoebe read, "Well you know my parents suck and are never around and even when they are around they don't care about where I am or even if I have food to eat, so my answer is here."

Cynthia stretched her hand across and held Phoebe's.

"You're so sweet Phoebe, both of you are, and you are welcome to come here any time, I love you girls like family." Cynthia replied. 

"Aww you're the best Cynthia," Phoebe replied. 

"Yeah you really are, Mel is so lucky she has you," June replied. 

"Anyways enough of that, let's get back to the fun, your turn Mel," Phoebe said. 

"Umm... I.." Melody was dumbfounded reading the card. 

"Well what is it?" Cynthia asked. 

"Do I have to do that? Can't I skip one?" Melody asked. 

"Nope no skips, we take this game very seriously," June replied. 

"It can't be that bad sweetie, just read it," Cynthia said as she sipped on her wine. 

"Fine... Dare, suck the toes of the person to your right, or kiss the ass of the person to your left," Melody read. 

"Well that's not so bad, I mean the answer is pretty obvious," Cynthia said.

"It is?" Melody asked. 

"Well yeah would you rather kiss an ass or just some toes?" Cynthia replied. 

"Oh yeah toes for sure," June replied wanting to see this. 

"Aww don't gang up on me, I'm sure lots of people would love to kiss my ass," Phoebe said, teasing her. 

"Okay toes it is," Melody said, "So how do we do this?" 

"Well just give them a quick suck sweetie, they're not that bad it's just toes," Cynthia replied stretching her feet out right in front of Melody making no effort to even lift them. 

Melody had to get down on all fours, bend down and do the deed. As she got closer to her mothers feet she got a whiff of a stale, cheesy smell. She looked up and saw her mom waiting without a care in the world, like what she was about to do wasn't extremely humiliating.

She slowly opened her mouth and started sucking on her mom's toes, the taste was awful, she had no idea her mom's feet stunk so bad. She tried to just suck each toe quickly. 

"Oh don't look so upset, my feet are nice, there just a tiny bit sweaty" Cynthia said.

"I should have chose the kiss, this is way longer," Melody complained.

"Well maybe if your mouth was doing less talking it would go a bit faster," Cynthia said sounding offended.

Melody's face was red with embarrassment as all three girls watched her. She regrets her choice now, a kiss would have been so much quicker. 

"Oh that tickles hun, gentle now," Cynthia said. "That's better, it actually feels kind of nice, with how much my feet hurt from those heels."

The moldy sour taste in her mouth was disgusting, she was counting the seconds until it was over then she quickly got up and grabbed her soda and gulped it down to get the taste out of her mouth, while the girls laughed. 

"Hey I'm sure they're not that bad!" Cynthia said. "Anyway my turn."

"Oh a truth card, when was the last time you had sex," Cynthia read. 

"Hmm I honestly can't remember, I think it was when I was on a work trip a few years ago, but it wasn't very good," Cynthia replied. 

"Years?! I think we'll have to fix that," June said, winking at Cynthia. 

"Honestly I don't think I've ever actually orgasmed from sex," Cynthia replied. 

"Mom, that's too much information," Melody replied. 

"Well I'm a grown adult hun, so sex isn't anything that I'm ashamed of, and when you meet the right person, after you graduate from university, that is, you'll have experiences of your own and you'll understand more, but you'll always be my little girl," Cynthia replied.

"Okay my turn," June replied, "take off everything below the waist for the rest of the game."

"Easy enough," June said as she pulled down her shorts and her panties revealing her smooth pussy, making sure to give Cynthia a view as she sat down with her legs open in her direction.

Cynthia's eyes kept gravitating to June's lower body trying to glimpse more of her, and she didn't even realize she was doing it.  

"Lets see, mine says, remove your panties for the rest of the game and make the player on your right wear it like a hat," Phoebe read.

"Well Mel, are you ready for your Tiara?" Phoebe said as she got up and hiked up her skirt pulling down her bikini cut panties and walking toward Melody and placing it on her head, each of her pigtails stuck out of each leg hole. She looked and felt ridiculous. The girls got a good laugh at how funny it looked. 

June even took a picture and said it would be a funny memento to remember the night by. 
To Melody, not only was it embarrassing because of how stupid she looked but she could also smell Phoebe's musky sweaty scent all around her. 

"My turn I guess," Melody said, getting frustrated with the same. 

"Dare... strip fully naked, aside from anything you were dared to wear," Melody read nervously. 

"Aww hun don't be nervous, it's just us girls here," Cynthia replied. 

"Yeah Mel it's nothing we haven't seen in the gym showers already," Phoebe replied. 

Melody knew they were right but her mother hadn't seen her naked in years and she was also nervous because she was quite aroused all day and knew she would be very wet. 

Melody just got up and quickly stripped everything off, and sat back down with her legs closed, but even though she tried to be quick the girls saw the wetness matted in her thick bush. 

"Fine, happy," Melody said, growing more frustrated. 

"See that wasn't so bad right, and I love that you decided to stay natural and not shave or even trim," Her mother replied, mainly because she knew that indicated that she had no plans to have sex any time soon. 

"Too bad you can't say the same Cyn, I mean not after yesterday. You must feel smooth down there," June said smirking. 

"You're so bad, but I have to say I love it, it just feels so sexy," Cynthia replied. 

"Oh you're such a bad girl," June said giggling. 

"You really are a baddie Cynthia, and you don't even know it," Phoebe replied. 

"Baddie?" Cynthia asked, confused.

"It means you're super hot and sexy," June replied, giving her a little wink.

The woman then blushed and got quiet but Cynthia and June's stomach ended up breaking the silence.

Gurlge

"Oh no," Both June and Cynthia said in unison, making each other laugh. 

"You too?" June said.

"Yup, I guess that pizza really was a mistake," Cynthia chuckled as both girls excused themselves for a quick bathroom break.

"I can see someone is excited about today," Phoebe said as she was alone with Melody.

"What do you mean?" Melody asked.

"I mean your soaking wet snatch, duh, we all saw it you know," Phoebe replied. 

"Relax, your mom didn't care, "Phoebe said as she refilled Cynthia's glass of wine, emptying the bottle. 

"You will do it later right?, you know.. make me finish later though, right? I really need it, I don't know why but all week, it's been getting worse," Melody confessed. 

"What's been getting worse?" Phoebe probed. 

"My arousal or horniness or whatever you call it," Melody replied. 

"Hmm well you are pretty insatiable so it makes sense. Just make sure to keep using that cream then, it should help with easing that a little," Phoebe said lying through her teeth. 

"I just don't understand where the urges are coming from," Melody said frustrated and angry.

"Well that's easy, it's like I told you, you're just built that way, that's why you always tried to steal our boyfriends or crushes and why you love all that dirty stuff we do to you, it's just who you are, and as you get older it will probably just keep getting worse, but don't worry, I'll make sure to help you as best as I can. I promise you!" Phoebe said, holding Melody's hand. 

"Thank you so much Phoebe, I really don't know how to deal with this," Melody replied. 

"Well that's what friends are for, okay," Phoebe replied, "But remember if you want us to keep helping you out you better do what we say, and for tonight that means not refusing any dare, got it? Or you can kiss your little cummie good bye."

Melody didn't get a chance to even reply before June came back. 

"Oh my god, that was such a huge dump," June said, sounding relieved. 

"Finally, I need to shit so bad too," Phoebe said, getting up and rushing to the bathroom. 
Cynthia had gotten back downstairs now too. 

"Damn I really should not eat dairy, I think I may have clogged the toilet," Cynthia jokes.

"Haha I may have done the same to the guest bathroom," June said laughing as well. 

When Phoebe returned the game continued and the humiliation kept coming for Melody. 

"Your turn again Cynthia," Phoebe said as she sat down.

"Oh Melly, you're not going to like this one," Cynthia said giggling.

Melody was already self conscious about being the only girl fully naked, so she didn't like the sound of this. 

"Dare, give the player to you left an over the knee spanking 5 times on each butt cheek. Cynthia got up and sat on the ottoman, well get over here, can you remember the last time I gave you a bare bottom spanking? You were probably twelve, do you remember honey?" Cynthia said laughing. 

Of course Melody remembered, her mom wasn't one to spank often but she caught Melody talking to a boy she met online and she was furious. Melody could still remember how much it stung. 

"It was because I caught you messaging some strange boy that you met online, right?" Cynthia asked. 

"Yeah I think so, I mean it was a long time ago," Melody said. 

"That does sound like Mel, she also flirted with my crush and tried to steal him from me, she was going a bit boy crazy, luckily we got her to see how wrong it was," Phoebe said. 

"What! Melly, how could you do that? That's not the girl I raised!" Cynthia replied. 

"It was a mistake mommy and we already made up and I apologize, it's not going to happen again," Melody said. 

"Hmm well I certainly hope so young lady, I can't believe you would do that to one of your best friends, and I distinctly remember telling you no boys till after you graduate, so I guess a spanking is in order, come on," Cynthia said tapping her lap. 

"Oooow it looks like someone is in trouble!" June said, teasing Melody. 

"Very funny," Melody replied as she nervously got up and got into position, her ass facing both June and Phoebe. She couldn't believe at the age of 18 she was about to get a spanking and even more surprising was that she was just as scared of it as when she was a kid. 

Melody felt so exposed in this position, she tired to keep her legs close to together and hoped that her bush would help cover her but she was dying of embarrassment, and it was only going to get worse.

"One," Cynthia said as she swung her arm in the air landing on Melody's left ass cheek.

"Ouch, mom that really hurt!" Melody replied. 

"I think you mean mommy, and I think a real spanking is in order, so you're just going to have to take it like a big girl, now apologize to me and to Phoebe," Cynthia replied. 

Melody was so frustrated to be in this position. 

"I'm so sorry mommy and Phoebe, I won't do it again," Melody replied. 

"You won't do what again?" Cynthia asked. 

"I won't talk to any boys again until I graduate Mommy and I won't ever try to steal your crush Phoebe," Melody said, gritting her teeth. 

"Good girl, I'll go easier with the rest since you apologized so nicely," Cynthia said, although to Melody surprise each one hurt just as much if not more than the last, 

"Two,"

"Three"

"Ouch, oww," 

"Four" 

Until finally all 10 spankings were over. 

Melody got up and rubbed her bare butt to ease the stinging.
 
"I'm glad we were able to sort that out, and I know you'll be my good baby girl and a good friend from now on right?" Cynthia asked. 

"Mmmhmm, I will, I promise," Melody said, still rubbing her sore red ass cheeks. 

"Good girl!" Cynthia said, giving her a kiss on her forehead. 

"Looks like it's my turn again." June said. 

"This one is a spicy one, dare, send your crush a sexy picture of you," June read.

"I mean I do have someone that I'm crushing on right now. I guess I can send them a sexy picture," June continued. 

Cynthia's face changed a bit and she looked a little upset almost at what June had just said. All the alcohol in her system was lowering her inhibitions and her ability to hide her emotions. 

June stood up and turned so her bare ass was partly in the shot and she lifted her phone high in the air and bit her lips, trying to be as seductive as possible. Then she snapped the pic and wrote a message and hit send. 

"There, done! I just hope they like it," June said. 

Just then Cynthia saw her phone light up on the ground next to he. She saw it was a message from June she was confused for a split second then she realized what June did and she was actively sweating now. Her face was hard to read but after a second she couldn't help but smile. 

Trying not to make it too obvious to Melody what was going on, June asked Phoebe to draw next. The game continued with June teasing and pushing Cynthia and Phoebe enjoying Melody frustration and humiliation.

Soon it was Cynthia's turn again.

"Ask the player on your right to take off your panties for you, you are not permitted to wear them for the rest of the game," Cynthia read, "Is it just me or is this game just us getting naked."

"I think it might be," June said laughing "But it looks like you need my help."

"I guess I do," Cynthia replied. June walked up to her as she stood up, and slowly got her hands under Cynthia's dress and slid them up her thighs, she made her way up caressing her ass as she did so, then she slid her hands around the waistband of her panties till she was right above her mound and she slowly pulled it down, all the while without ever breaking eye contact. Her fingers are actually grazing her very sensitive smooth and to June surprised sopping wet pussy. 

Cynthia actually had to muffle a whimper as June confidently took control. 

"There we go, now we're all panty less," June said. 

Cynthia cleared her throat, "I guess so," She replied giggling. 

You won't be needing these, June said resting the lacey red thong panties on the couch between her and Phoebe. It was less than clean to say the least after the many bathroom visits but she kept it there as pare of their bigger plan for when it was Phoebe's turn.

"Hmm this one is fun, play fetch with the player to your right who will be the dog, choose any item and throw it and they'll have to fetch and bring it back on all fours grabbing the item only with their mouth," Phoebe read, "Ready to be my pet doggy Mel?"

"That's not fair let me read it," Melody asked, not believing that even Phoebe's dare was for her.

When she saw the card she just gave it back to Phoebe and accepted it.

"Hmm well since these are already right here. they should work," Phoebe said grabbing Melody's mother's dirty thong and balling it up and throwing it as far as she could. It was already inside out which was perfect.

Melody was horrified, she didn't want her mouth any where near her mom's filthy panties. "Well come on, we don't have all day!" Phoebe replied.

Cynthia wasn't even phased. "It's just a game Mel, come on, it's not a big deal, it just underwear," Cynthia said minimizing the gross act she was about to do.

Melody resigned her self to it and got up on all fours and made her way to the end of the hall, where Phoebe threw the filthy panties. The smell coming off of them was atrocious. She couldn't believe her mom's panties could smell as bad as Junes or Phoebes but she was wrong.

She tired to pick up as little of it as possible in her mouth and made her way back to Phoebe. The entire crawl, wafts were emanating up into her nostrils of sweat, musk and filthy from her mom's many bathroom trips. She was in hell.

"Good Doggy," Phoebe said as she patted Melody head and took the panties leaving them on the ground this time.

"Thanks" Melody said sarcastically.

"Hmm I didn't know dogs could talk, wanna try that again?" Phoebe asked in a light joking manner to keep Cynthia thinking it's just a game.

Melody swallowed her pride and replied, "woof woof."

"Aww that was so adorable sweetie," Cynthia replied.

"Anyway I guess it's my turn now," Melody said sounding defeated.

"Dare: Show your friends how much you love them, give them a kiss anywhere they choose then tell them something you love about that," Melody didn't think it could get worse but someone it seemed like the game was just against her.

"Well I'll go first! Since Cynthia stole you from me last time, I think it's only fair," Phoebe said as she bent over the couch and turned around hiking up her skit revealing her small but round butt.

Cynthia actually laughed at the Phoebe response.

"Isn't this a little crazy?" Melody replied looking to her mother for support.

"It's just a little kiss, beside, Cynthia already got you to suck on her toes, the least you can do is give my bum a little smooch, right?" Phoebe replied.

"Hmm I can't argue with that logic, plus you did say you would rather kiss her ass so I guess it's just karma," Cynthia teased showing her no mercy or empathy.

Melody moved forward on her knees, now eye level with Phoebe's filthy behind. Thank god it was just a kiss on the on the the cheeks she thought as she moved closer giving Phoebe a soft peck.

"Come on Mel you can go better than that give it a proper smooch," Phoebe said wiggling her behind.

"Fine," Melody said giving Phoebe's ass cheek a stronger and louder kiss and longer kiss. All the while smelling her fetid air emanating form between her cheeks.

Then all of a sudden she heard a gurgle from Phoebe's stomach.

*Prrrprpt*

"Oopsie, sorry about that Mel, I didn't mean to fart right in your face! I'm sure it wasn't that bad right?" Phoebe said as June and even Cynthia burst out laughing, tears running down their face while Melody was beet red.

"It's fine," Melody said moving her face away.

"At least you got to taste some of that pizza right?" June said making the Cynthia and Phoebe erupt with laughter again.

"Now don't you have some to say?" Phoebe asked.

"Right, umm, I love the way you are so confident Phoebe," Melody replied.

"Aww you like that I can just let them rip, I'll keep that in mind," Phoebe said.

Melody knew that wasn't what she meant but she just wanted to get it over with.

"My turn!" June replied, "I think I want want Phoebe had," she said getting into the same position but stick out her much bigger and ass in her face.

Melody just obeyed trying not to think about it. Her mother going along with the game but looking almost upset as she finished kissing June large behind.

"Umm I love how much fun you are to be around June," Melody said trying to think of something.

"Well then I guess it's my turn," Cynthia said chugging the all the wine left in her glass, she didn't even realize it but she had actually drank a full bottle at that point and was almost slurring her words, "Since you hate my feet so much, I guess you can see if you prefer my butt!" Cynthia replied.

Melody couldn't believe it, her own mother was following the lead of the other girls. This was the last thing she wanted. She had to try to change her mom's mind.

"That's not true mommy, I was just kidding, I loved your feet really, I'm happy to kiss them again," Melody said trying to get her mom to change her mind.

"Hmm I don't believe you, so get to kissing my big butt and then you really let me know if you prefer my feet," Cynthia said causing the other girls to laugh. In actually her mother really was treating this as just a game but she was also upset that Melody kissed Junes ass even though she couldn't figure out why.

"You go Cynthia, that's what I'm talking about," June replied.

Melody even started bargaining, "If you want I can kiss both your feet or even suck your toes again, all of them, that's a better dare anyway right?"

"Wow you must really love your mommy's feet, but nope, no way, you heard her, give that big booty a nice fat kiss," Phoebe replied.

Melody moved across to where her mother was waiting bent over the couch next to June. She tried to take a deep breathe from far away, so she didn't have to smell her own mother's bare ass. When she got closer to her complete shock she could see glistening wetness between her mom's legs. she tried to look away, knowing that was something she never ever ever wanted to see. Then she move forward and closer her eyes and gave her a big kiss on her left cheek. As her lips her kissing the soft warm cheek she could hear her mom's stomach rumbling so moved back as soon as the deed was done.

"Hmm.. , I love the way you are so caring and kind," Melody said to her mother. This was actually true but tonight her mom felt like a whole different person, like a more juvenile, immature version of her self.

"Aww that's my good baby girl, you're so sweet, even though you hurt mommy's feelings about her feet earlier," Cynthia replied.

The night continues with dare after dare, waiting until the cards finished or for when someone forfeited and it seems that the game was about to come to and end.

"You turn Cynthia," June said.

"Okay here goes, Dare: Sit on the face of the player to your left until their next turn," Cynthia read.

"Oooo that is a bit much I don't know about this one girls," Cynthia replied, giving Melody some hope as she started freaking out internally after hearing the dare.

"Oh relax Cyn, you're still wearing a dress and it's only for like 2 minutes, Mel will be fine, she already got up close and personal with all our butts and she didn't seem to mind it one bit, heck she even sniffer Phoebe's fart," June said trying to convince the woman.

"Don't I get a say?" Melody asked angrily.

Phoebe then stared daggers at her, and gave her such a knowing look that she knew exactly what it meant. If she didn't go with this, then she could kiss her orgasm good bye.

"Of course sweetie, if you really are uncomfortable with it I won't do it, I know it's a bit extreme," Cynthia replied showing that the caring motherly side of her was still in there.

Again Phoebe stared at her for just a few seconds.

"It's just a game right, and like June said it's just for a few minutes and you still have one your dress. So lets do it," Melody said, desperately yearning for relief at the end of tonight.

"Okay lie down on the carpet Mel, Cynthia let me help you," June replied.

Melody laydown on the carpet, she kept her eye sealed shut, just hoping it would be over soon.

Little did she know this was leading up to the ultimate humiliation that Phoebe planned out.

While June helped Cynthia lower herself over own daughters face, she moved her free hand behind her and gently grabbed the dress, slowly lifting it as Cynthia sat down then once she plopped down on Mel's face she let the dress fall to the floor.

Something was wrong, Melody felt warmth, but also wetness, and dampness, she felt moisture on her lips and her nose touching a puckering hole. Her mom's dress wasn't separating them, her mom bare pussy was actually resting on her lips and her nose was buried in her mom's disgusting asshole.

Cynthia's asshole was damp and grimy and she could feel crumbs of toilet paper against rub against her face but the worst part was the smell, it was like sewer water was dripping on her face, the air was so thick she felt like she would choke. How did this happen, was her mom so careless, melody thought to herself.

She couldn't even say anything because if she did she knew the moisture leaking form her mom's very wet mound would enter her mouth and that was too far, she couldn't taste her mom, no way. So she just prayed for this to be over soon.

Cynthia on the other hand was feeling sensations that she didn't expect and to her shame she was getting even more turned on, she tried to brush it off thinking her dress would prevent Melody from picking up anything, so she just tired act normal.

The joked around a bit but didn't want to push Cynthia and make her feel embarrassed and ruin everything.

Even worse was that with every passing second Melody started to feel something, something that terrified her, arousal. This was exactly like when June was sitting on her face last time she had an orgasm. And an orgasm was all she could think about, she could feel heat building up between her legs, and a desire to touch herself for get some relief was becoming unbearable.

Then all of a sudden she heard muffled voiced talking and laughing.

"Okay my turn," June said, "Oh Cynthia you're not going to like this one,"

"You and one other player tickle the player to your left for 2 minutes straight," June read.

June and Phoebe looked each other and moved in on either side of the woman as she sat on her poor daughter's face, so tipsy she didn't even realize the horror she was putting her through.

Meanwhile the heat kept building between Melody's leg and her hands were moving closer and closer to her yearning mound. She was fighting a battle and losing. Part of her trying to resist, scared of what would happened, but the other part of her desperate for release and contemplating if there was anything she wouldn't do in this moment for release.

This was her mom though and it was so wrong she just hated it, but she was just so damn horny.

"Here it comes," June said, as she and Phoebe began their tickle onslaught.

As soon as their fingers started digging into her sides, laughter burst out of Cynthia like a dam breaking. She squealed, twisting and writhing in a desperate attempt to escape, but the two of them had her pinned between them, grinning like mischievous hyenas.

All the while Melody didn't know what hit her. Her mother's filthy asshole was slamming against her nose, pressing down on it and grinding all over her face wildly, rubbing all the filth she had accumulated between her large cheeks throughout the long day and each bathroom visit and massaging it into Melody's every pore.

Melody was being fully crushed under the weight and being swung from side to side. That's when the girls heard Cynthia's stomach give a loud and all too familiar grumble. The onslaught continued, this was going even better than they thought.

“No—stop! I can’t—!” she gasped between peals of laughter, her voice high and breathless. "Stop.... I'm..." She attempted to speak but he words just couldn't come out between he laughter and trying to catch her breath.

Cynthia's arms flailing in a half-hearted attempt to defend herself, but the more she squirmed, the more relentless they became. Her cheeks flushed red, eyes watering with tears of laughter as she collapsed into helpless giggles, pleading for mercy through wheezes and hiccups of joy.

Then it happened. Just as the room fell into an unexpected moment of silence - a sharp, unmistakably loud PFFT erupted from Cynthia, point bank straight in Melody's face.

But the girls had Cynthia right where they wanted her, she was powerless with them tickling. Her body wasn't even in her own control.

Cynthia's eyes widened, her face flushing with a rapid intensity, having realized she just passed gas on her daughter's face.

But then, as if on cue, another PFFFT followed, louder this time. The girls collectively looked at her, she looked back at them and they all started laughing. That was it, the flood gates had opened and more followed. PFFT... PFFT... PFFT!

Melody was no longer trying to find a way to touch her self, she was quickly trying to get out from under her mother feeling utterly embarrassed and afraid of what could come out next.

It was like Cynthia's body had become a malfunctioning whoopee cushion, and no matter how hard she clenched, there was no stopping it.

A loud frrrrrbbppppt echoed through the room, like a balloon losing air in a painfully slow and wet fashion. It was a squelchy, splattering sound, almost like a rubber duck being squeezed underwater, followed by a faint, soggy plllurrrt.

Melody couldn't handle her mom's atrocious farts and couldn't believe she was still on her face, not even attempting to get off, this had gone far enough.

She opened her mouth and yelled, "I quit, I'm done, I forfeit okay," She felt a bead of her mom's glistening juices drop into her mouth making her cringe, and she used all her strength to slide out form under her mom causing her and the two girls to fall to the carpet all laughing hysterically.

Melody spat out her mom's juices from her mouth and grabbed her soda and drank whatever was left.

Her face was wet and looked greasy and messy. Her mother thought she was just sweating from beneath her, still having no idea she was sitting on her daughter face completely naked.

"I'm sorry- It just-" Cynthia said trying to talk between her fit of laughter. "It was an- accident," She finally got out.

"Haha you really got gassed good though Mel," Phoebe said.

"I think you and your mom just got a lot closer too," June said laughing.

"I guess I don't need to hold in those farts any more," Cynthia said still trying to catch her breath.

"Very funny guys, but you all weren't the ones getting farted on okay!" Melody said upset.

"Aww we were just messing around trying to have fun, don't be upset baby, tonight was so much fun wasn't it, just us girls spending time together?" Cynthia replied.

"Uhh.. Yeah sure, it was" Melody said the girls looked at her with daggers in their eyes.

"Well I guess the games over, hun," June said.

"Yup we got a loser, and you know what that means, time for a punishment that all three of us have to agree on," Phoebe replied.

"Well those are the rules, but lets go easy on her, I think she's embarrassed about sniffing up all my gas," Cynthia said.

"I know since she said she loves your feet Cynthia and your feet hurt from walking around in those heels, how about for the next three months she has to give you a foot rub every day that you want one of course?" June said.

"I love it," Phoebe replied, "And that's not too bad since she did say she loved your feet."

"You girls are so wicked, I love it," Cynthia replied.

"That's it then Mel whenever Cynthia wants a nice foot rubs or maybe her toes sucked you know what you have to do," Phoebe said.

"You girls are too bad, I think it's time to hit the sack though," Cynthia said yawning.

"Let me help you up to your room," June said holding her hand to help her balance.

Cynthia moved in to give Melody a kiss on her cheek but she was hit with a stench so awful she pulled back.

"Good night Melly," She said patting her shoulder, "Maybe take a shower okay," Cynthia replied suppressing a small chuckle.

Once they were gone, Melody started wiping her face on her t-shirt. "Okay so can you please make me cum?" Melody pleaded.

"I don't know I'm really really tired and you did end up forfeiting and not finishing the dare," Phoebe said very matter of fact.

Tears started welling up in Melodies eyes. Phoebe loved the power she was gaining over Melody. She could make her cum now, but she just wanted to make he wait even longer, just because she could.

"Aww I'll tell you what, your mom is definitely waking up late with a hangover and June never wakes up early, but I do, so how about I come in your room early tomorrow morning and give you what you want so badly?" Phoebe relied.

Melody's eyes lit up, her hope was restored although the next morning felt like an eternity.

"Okay Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Phoebe," The desperate girl replied.

"Good," Phoebe replied before picking up Cynthia's dirty thong from the floor. "Now open wide tongue out."

Melody was hesitant but she had come to far to disobey now. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

"Ahhh"

"Good girl," Phoebe said as she looked at Cynthia's lace thong and found a gross brown skid mark, she made sure to rub it against Melody's tongue and push it in her mouth.

"Keep this in your mouth for at least the next hour, then I want you to hand wash it and you can go to bed. Nighty night Smelly Mel. Enjoy the taste of Mommy's shitty asshole," Phoebe said before walking away.


PART 4

Melody lay awake in bed, her mouth filled with the nauseating taste that Phoebe had forced upon her. Her stomach churned with disgust, trying to not think about whose thong was in her mouth, but a persistent thought kept her from complete despair: tomorrow morning she would finally get her relief. The unbearable tension between her legs had been building all week, an ache that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. An ache that only her "best friends" could help provide the release she so desperately craved.


The events of the night replayed in her mind on an endless loop. Her mother sitting on her face, completely unaware. The laughter. The humiliation. The new "punishment" that would have her rubbing her mother's feet for weeks to come. Worst of all was the lingering knowledge that this had somehow become her new normal.

She glanced at the clock: 2:17 AM. Sleep remained elusive as the throbbing between her legs intensified. Melody squeezed her thighs together, seeking some small measure of relief, but it only made things worse. She considered touching herself, but she just couldn't it was just too wrong, and Phoebe's warnings echoed in her mind. She knew if they ever found out they would come up with a punishment so vile she shuttered at the thought.

"Just a few more hours," she whispered to herself, carefully removing the soiled underwear from her mouth after the mandatory hour had passed. She dragged herself to the bathroom on wobbly legs, hand-washing the garment as instructed before returning to bed.
The sheets felt cool against her burning skin as she tossed and turned, trying to find a position that didn't remind her of her arousal. Eventually, exhaustion won out over discomfort, and Melody drifted into a deep sleep filled with confused dreams of laughter and humiliation.

All of a sudden something wet hit her face.
In her half-conscious state, Melody thought it might be raining, though that made no sense. Then it happened again. And again. Each droplet landed with deliberate precision.
Melody's eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way to alarm as Phoebe's face came into focus inches above her own. The girl was leaning over her, lips pursed, deliberately letting globs of saliva drop onto Melody's face.

"Rise and shine, Smelly Mel," Phoebe whispered, her morning breath wafting over Melody's face.
Melody tried to move, to wipe the disgusting spit from her cheeks, but her arms wouldn't respond. Panic surged through her as she realized she couldn't move her legs either. Looking down, she saw that her wrists and ankles had been tied to the bedposts with the restraints that were becoming all to familiar.

"What, what are you doing?" Melody gasped, her voice cracking with fear.
Phoebe smiled, a cruel twist of her lips that never reached her eyes. "Getting you ready for your special morning treatment, of course. Isn't that what you've been begging for?"

"Please, Phoebe," Melody whispered, "you don't have to tie me up. I'll do whatever you want."
"I know you will," Phoebe replied, gathering another mouthful of saliva. "That's what makes this so much fun."

The next glob landed directly between Melody's eyes, slowly trickling down the bridge of her nose. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to escape the only way she could, but Phoebe's voice yanked her back to reality.

"Open those pretty blue eyes, Mel. We're just getting started, and I want you to see everything."
Phoebe leaned in, her green eyes gleaming with malice. "You want to cum, Melody?" she whispered, her voice a low hiss. "Then you're going to have to earn it." Another large glob of spit smacked right onto Melody's nose leaking in her eyes causing her to close them briefly.

"You do still want to cum don't you?" Phoebe asked.

"Of course I do, please I was so horny I barely slept I'll do whatever you want just make me cum," Melody said pleading her eyes squinting.

"That's what I like to hear, Smelly Mel, you knowing you're place, now that I've got your face nice a lubed up, I think it's about time I took that pretty little face for a test ride, I've heard good things from June." Phoebe said smirking.

"I hope you don't mind though, I didn't shower yesterday so I'm a bit ripe down there and well dirty, you know what that pizza did," Phoebe said laughing as she stripped and made her way on top of Melody' face.

Phoebe stood on the bed, one foot planted on either side of Melody's head. Her legs were spread wide, giving Melody a full view of what was about to descend upon her face. Phoebe's eyes gleamed with anticipation, her body practically vibrating with excitement. "Look at you, all helpless and pathetic," she taunted looking back at her.

"Can you see how dirty I am?" Phoebe asked, turning slightly, slapping her ass and gripping it to give Melody a better view. Her inner thighs and ass cheeks shun as the morning light beamed through the curtains, greasy with filth and dried sweat, and her trimmed pubic hair was matted and damp. "I haven't showered since before yesterday's pizza party. My stomach was so upset, I must've gone to the bathroom five times." She laughed, clearly relishing Melody's horrified expression.

"Please, Phoebe," Melody whispered, straining against her bonds. "You don't have to.."

"Shut up," Phoebe snapped, her voice suddenly hard. "This is happening. And if you want that orgasm you've been begging for, you'll take it with a smile." Her expression softened into a cruel smirk. "Well, as much of a smile as you can manage with your face full of my ass."

Melody swallowed hard, her need for release warring with her disgust. She closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was coming.

"Oh no," Phoebe said, wiggling her hips. "Eyes open. I want you to watch it coming."
Melody obeyed, her eyes fixed on Phoebe's unwashed behind as the girl slowly lowered herself down. Phoebe hovered just inches above Melody's face, prolonging the moment, savoring Melody's fear and anticipation.

"Remember," Phoebe whispered, "this is what good friends do for each other."
Then she dropped down, her weight settling fully on Melody's face. The smell hit her first, a pungent mixture of sweat, urine, and something much worse. Melody tried to turn her head, to find some pocket of fresh air, but Phoebe grabbed her hair, holding her in place.
"That's not all," Phoebe said, reaching back with both hands to spread her cheeks. "Get that pretty little nose right in there."
Melody felt her nose being pressed deeper between Phoebe's buttocks, the tight, unwashed crevice engulfing her completely. The stench was overwhelming, bringing tears to her eyes.
"Take a deep breath," Phoebe commanded, grinding down harder. "Smell what's been festering in there all night. That's it, nice and deep."

Melody tried to breathe through her mouth, but Phoebe shifted, positioning her sex directly over Melody's lips. "Keep breathing me in. Smell that? That's what desperation smells like. " She said laughing.

"Now use that tongue. Show me how badly you want to cum." Phoebe rolled her hips, smearing herself across Melody's face. "Put your tongue to work and keep your nose right where it is, and inhale my nasty asshole."

Trapped and desperate, Melody extended her tongue, tasting the sour, unwashed folds of Phoebe's labia. She tried not to think about the acidic taste or the filth she was consuming. Instead, she focused on her reward, the release she so desperately needed. Her tongue moved with unexpected enthusiasm, lapping at Phoebe's clit, swirling through her folds.

"That's it," Phoebe moaned, grinding harder against Melody's face. "Swallow everything I give you. Show me what a good little slut you are."

Melody worked her tongue faster, driven by desperation. Each swallow brought a new wave of Phoebe's tangy secretions, but she persisted, focusing only on her goal. The humiliation seemed distant now, secondary to her physical need.

Phoebe's thighs began to tremble, her breathing growing ragged. "Yes, right there," she gasped, grinding more urgently. "Don't you dare fucking stop."

Melody redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly over Phoebe's swollen clit. She could feel the girl tensing above her, on the edge of climax.
With a shuddering cry, Phoebe came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her release flooded Melody's mouth and chin, coating her face in a sticky mess of arousal and sweat. Phoebe rode out her orgasm, continuing to grind against Melody's face until the last tremors subsided.

"Fuck, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. You ate my pussy so good, you must be a dyke, there's no way a straight girl could eat pussy like that," Phoebe said catching her breathe.

Melody waited with anticipation. Surely she did good enough to earn her orgasm.
"Good girl," Phoebe panted, finally lifting herself off Melody's face as she turned to look her in the eyes. "Do you think you've earned your reward?"
 
Melody nodded hoping she agreed. Phoebe stared down at Melody's face, now a messy with her fluids, and tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I don't know if that was good enough. Maybe I should just leave you here all day, all worked up with no release." Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched Melody's face fall.

"Please," Melody whispered, her voice cracking with desperation. "I did everything you wanted."
"You did, didn't you?" Phoebe's expression shifted, a look of genuine surprise crossing her features. "June was right about you. That tongue of yours is fucking magical. I've never felt anything like that before." She leaned closer, her red curls falling around her face as she studied Melody. "I didn't even know it could feel that good. Who would have thought that little miss perfect would turn out to be such a talented pussy eater?"

Melody looked away, shame coloring her cheeks.
"Look at me," Phoebe demanded, grabbing Melody's chin and forcing her gaze upward. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you are."
Melody hesitated, tears welling in her eyes.
"Say it," Phoebe hissed, tightening her grip. "Tell me what you are or you can forget about cumming today... or ever again."

"I'm... I'm a pussy eating slut," Melody whispered, the words catching in her throat.

"And if you're a pussy eating slut then should you be thank me for the privilege I just gave you, right?" Phoebe prompted, her green eyes glittering with malicious delight.

"Yes, thank you so much for letting me eat you out, I loved getting you off," Melody continued, the words tumbling out now, desperation overriding her dignity. "And… I loved sniffing your perfect ass while I did it."

The words were a lie, but Melody no longer cared. The throbbing between her legs had become unbearable, a physical pain that overshadowed everything else. She would have said anything, done anything, to find relief.

Phoebe nodded, satisfied. "Good girl. I know you were a kinky little slut. I guess you've earned your reward." She reached for the powerful wand vibrator that had become both Melody's torment and salvation. "Let's get you off, shall we?"

She leaned down, her nose wrinkling as she got close to Melody's face. "God, your face smells disgusting. Like a toilet that hasn't been cleaned in weeks." She gathered saliva in her mouth and spat directly onto Melody's forehead. Then again on her nose. Then her cheeks. Each glob landed with a wet splat, running down Melody's skin.

"There," Phoebe said, admiring her work. "Now you look much prettier."

Without warning, she turned and lowered herself back onto Melody's face, this time facing her feet. Her bare ass settled heavily on Melody's nose and mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you cum real good," Phoebe promised, switching on the vibrator. The powerful buzz filled the room as she pressed it against Melody's swollen clit.
Pleasure shot through Melody's body like an electric current. She moaned into Phoebe's flesh as the girl began grinding her ass across Melody's face, smearing her with sweat, grime, and God knows what else. Phoebe's hips moved in slow circles, her asshole dragging across Melody's nose, cheeks, and forehead, leaving a trail of filth in its wake.

"You like that, don't you?" Phoebe taunted, pressing the vibrator harder against Melody. "Being my little toilet paper. My dirty little rag."

Melody's mind became a confused jumble of sensation. The intense pleasure building between her legs warred with the utter degradation of having her face used as Phoebe's personal cleaning cloth. Yet somehow, the humiliation only seemed to heighten her arousal, pushing her closer to the edge.
Melody's hips bucked against the vibrator as she felt her orgasm approaching. Just then, Phoebe's stomach let out a loud gurgle. The redhead shifted slightly, adjusting her position.

"Oh, I think I've got a present for you," Phoebe giggled, pressing down harder.

As the first waves of Melody's orgasm crashed through her body, Phoebe released a long, wet fart directly onto her face. The putrid smell engulfed Melody as her body convulsed in pleasure, her muffled screams of ecstasy vibrating against Phoebe's flesh. The contrast between the intense pleasure and the disgusting assault on her senses created a surreal, almost out-of-body experience.
Phoebe rolled off, collapsing beside Melody in a fit of hysterical laughter. "Oh my God! You actually came when I farted in your face!" She howled, clutching her stomach. "That's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Wait until June hears about this!"

Melody lay there, still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her face a mess of fluids and shame while Phoebe rolled around her bed trying to control her laughter.
After a few minutes, Phoebe's laughter subsided, but her stomach continued to growl ominously. "Shit," she muttered, suddenly serious. She hastily reached over to unlock Melody's restraints. "Gotta go!"

She leapt off the bed and dashed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Seconds later, the unmistakable sounds of explosive diarrhea echoed through the walls.
 
Melody lay motionless on her bed, the shame of what had just happened washing over her in waves. Yet beneath the humiliation lingered an undeniable sense of relief. The tension that had built up for days had finally been released, leaving her body limp and in a state of pure bliss. Like nothing in the world mattered at this very moment. She felt a peace with a satisfaction that she didn't know was possible.


After she came down form the high of her orgasm she caught a whiff of herself. "God, I'm disgusting," she whispered to herself, fingers touching her soiled face. The stench was overwhelming. A nauseating mixture of Phoebe's bodily fluids and grime. She listened carefully as the bathroom door opened and Phoebe's footsteps padded down the hall toward the guest room. Only then did Melody dare to move, not wanting to face the redhead after what had transpired between them.

She peeled herself off the bed and crept to the bathroom, holding her breath as she pushed open the door. The smell hit her like a physical blow, Phoebe hadn't flushed, leaving the toilet bowl filled with the evidence of her still upset stomach. Melody gagged but pushed forward, desperate to cleanse herself. She flushed the toilet and cranked the shower to its hottest setting.

Under the scalding spray, Melody scrubbed her face raw, using half a bottle of face wash in her desperation to remove every trace of Phoebe from her skin. She brushed her teeth three times, gagging slightly each time she recalled what her mouth had been doing less than an hour ago.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with her hair dripping down her back, the gnawing in her stomach had become impossible to ignore. The intense orgasm had left her ravenous, her body craving sustenance after expending so much energy.

In the kitchen, Melody mixed pancake batter with precision, trying to focus solely on the task at hand rather than the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. The sizzle of batter hitting the hot pan provided a comforting white noise to drown out her thoughts and the smell of hot pancakes a comforting one.

"Something smells amazing," her mother's voice broke through her concentration. Cynthia entered the kitchen looking surprisingly fresh for someone who had been drinking the night before. She wore a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun.

"Morning, Mom," Melody mumbled, keeping her eyes fixed on the pancakes, trying to avoid looking her mom in the face. "Did you... sleep well?"

"Like a baby," Cynthia replied cheerfully, pouring herself coffee. "Last night was just what I needed."
Footsteps in the hallway announced the arrival of Phoebe and June. They sauntered into the kitchen with matching smirks, exchanging knowing glances that made Melody's stomach twist.

"Morning, Mrs. Cooper," June said, her eyes lingering appreciatively on Cynthia's bare legs. "Love the robe."

"Thanks, sweetie," Cynthia beamed. "You girls really showed me how to let loose last night."
Melody flipped a pancake with more force than necessary, spattering batter across the stovetop. She'd been hoping, and praying that her mother wouldn't remember the humiliating events of the previous evening. The spanking. The sitting on her face. The accidental farting. But from Cynthia's easy manner, it was clear she remembered everything.

"Mom, about last night" Melody began, but Cynthia cut her off with a laugh.
"Oh my God, wasn't that hilarious? I can't believe I sat on your face!" She clutched her coffee mug, shoulders shaking as she giggled. "And that fart! I was mortified for about two seconds, but these girls" she gestured toward Phoebe and June "made me realize it was just good, clean fun."

"So clean," Phoebe agreed, shooting Melody a look that made her cheeks burn.

"You should've seen your face, Mel," June added, snickering. "You looked so shocked when you got fart point blank!" Melody turned back to look at her pancakes feeling embarrassed.

Cynthia reached over to ruffle Melody's hair. "Don't be such a stick in the mud, honey. It's normal for families to joke around. Besides, your friends thought it was hilarious."

"It was pretty epic," Phoebe chimed in, helping herself to a pancake directly from the stack Melody had been building. "Mrs. Cooper, you're officially the coolest mom ever."

"Seriously," June agreed, sidling closer to Cynthia. "Most moms would be all uptight about that stuff, but you're more like of of us!"

You know, I think it's great that us girls can have so much fun together," Cynthia said, her voice filled with warmth. "It reminds me of when I was young. I missed out on so many girls nights."

Phoebe and June exchanged a look, their smiles widening. "Well not any more Cynthia! We'll be having fun girls nights like last night all the time now that you're one of us!" Phoebe replied
 
Melody watched the subtle glances June and her mother kept exchanging throughout breakfast. There was something different in their interaction, a charged energy that hadn't been there before. Cynthia's cheeks flushed whenever June's eyes lingered on her, and June's smile carried a knowing intimacy that made Melody's stomach clench with unease.

"More coffee, Mrs. Cooper?" June asked, already reaching for Cynthia's mug, her fingers deliberately brushing against the older woman's hand.

"Thank you, June," Cynthia replied, her voice dropping to a softer register. "And please, I told you last night call me Cynthia."

June's smile widened. "Cynthia," she repeated, the name rolling off her tongue like honey. "I had such an amazing time with you last night."

Cynthia tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, looking almost girlish. "Me too. I can't remember the last time I felt so... free."

Melody's fork clattered against her plate. The exchange was innocent enough on the surface, but something in their tone made her feel like she was intruding on a private moment. Memories from the previous night flashed through her mind. June offering to help her tipsy mother up to bed, insisting that Melody stay downstairs to clean up. The way June had placed her hand on the small of Cynthia's back, guiding her up the stairs.  But that was just her mind playing tricks on her surely, no way they could ever be flirting with each other. She was just paranoid after everything that happened.

"Earth to Melody," Phoebe's sharp voice cut through her thoughts. "Your pancakes are burning."
Melody whirled around to see smoke rising from the pan. She quickly flipped the blackened pancake onto a plate and set it aside.

"Sorry," she muttered, pouring fresh batter into the pan.

"Classic Melly" June laughed, breaking her gaze away from Cynthia. "Always with her head in the clouds."

The conversation shifted to more casual topics, plans for the weekend, a new movie everyone wanted to see, gossip about school. But underneath it all, Melody couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had changed in her home's dynamic.

Later that evening, as Melody sat cross-legged at her desk attempting to concentrate on homework, Phoebe appeared in her room, dangling something from her fingertips.

"Time to return this to its rightful owner," she said, tossing the clean thong onto Melody's lap.
Melody recoiled as if burned. "I can't give this back to my mom!"

"You can and you will," Phoebe replied, her voice hardening. "Unless you want me to tell her exactly what you were doing with it last night?"

Melody's face burned with shame. "Fine," she whispered, picking up the garment with trembling fingers.

She found her mother in the master bedroom, sorting through laundry. Cynthia looked up, surprised to see Melody standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"Mom," Melody began, her voice small. "I, um, found this on the bathroom floor last night and washed it for you." She thrust the thong forward, unable to meet her mother's eyes.
Cynthia took the underwear, her expression cycling through confusion, embarrassment, and finally, a touched smile. "You hand-washed my underwear? That's... unexpected." She tilted her head. "Are you feeling okay, Mel? A few months ago you wouldn't even pick up your own clothes."
"I just... wanted to help, and figured you might want to wear it tonight," Melody mumbled.

Cynthia stepped forward, pulling Melody into a tight hug. "You've changed so much lately. More responsible, more helpful around the house." She pulled back, holding Melody by the shoulders. "I'm so proud of the young woman you're becoming. And honestly, I think I have Phoebe and June to thank for that."

Melody forced a smile. "You think so?"

"Absolutely," Cynthia beamed. "They've been such positive influences on you. And on me too, if I'm being honest." A dreamy look crossed her face. "They've helped me remember what it feels like to be young and carefree again. Those girls are the best thing that's happened to both of us in a long time."

Melody nodded mechanically, the words cutting deeper than her mother could ever know. "Yeah," she agreed hollowly. "The best thing."

 
Later that evening the house fell silent as the door clicked shut behind June, Phoebe, and Cynthia. Their laughter echoed in the driveway, fading as they piled into Cynthia's car. Melody watched from her bedroom window, a hollow ache spreading through her chest as the taillights disappeared down the street.

She turned back to her desk, littered with textbooks and notepads. Three separate assignments stared back at her, her English paper, Phoebe's history report, and June's chemistry lab. The words blurred together as exhaustion pulled at her eyelids.

"They're probably ordering appetizers right now," she muttered, scribbling notes in the margins of June's paper. "Mom's probably letting them have cocktails."

Her pen scratched across the page, filling in formulas and conclusions that June would never bother to learn. Two hours passed. Her hand cramped. Her eyes burned.

"They're dancing by now," Melody whispered, switching to Phoebe's history report. "Mom's showing them her signature move, the one she showed me when I was little."

The memory stung, her mother spinning around the living room, grabbing Melody's hands, both of them laughing until they collapsed on the couch. Now Cynthia was sharing those moments with her tormentors.

Melody finished Phoebe's paper with a flourish, her throat tight. She moved on to her own assignment, but concentration eluded her. Images kept intruding, June whispering in her mother's ear, Phoebe and Cynthia taking selfies together, all three of them sharing secrets and jokes that excluded her.

"What if they're telling her more embarrassing stories about me?" The thought sent heat rushing to her cheeks. "What if they're making fun of me right now?"

By midnight, she'd finished all three assignments. She shuffled to bed, collapsing onto the mattress. Sleep should have come easily after such a long day, but her body had other ideas. The memory of that morning's forced pleasure sparked through her, igniting an unwelcome warmth between her legs.

Melody turned onto her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow. Her hips shifted restlessly against the mattress, seeking friction she didn't want to need.

"Stupid body," she whispered fiercely. "Stupid Phoebe."

Hours passed. The front door opened, bringing bursts of drunken laughter. Melody squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep as footsteps passed her door. She caught fragments of conversation, something about shots, something about dancing, something that made all three of them dissolve into giggles.

The sound of their happiness was a dagger in her heart. Melody pulled the covers over her head, but sleep remained elusive as her body throbbed with unwanted desire and her mind spun with jealousy until dawn crept through her curtains.

Melody woke with a start, her mind foggy from the restless night. The digital clock on her nightstand read 10:04 AM. She'd finally fallen asleep sometime after 4, her dreams filled with humiliating scenarios that left her tossing and turning.

She dragged herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. In the bathroom, she went through the motions absent mindedly, brushing teeth, washing face, trying to ignore the dark circles under her eyes. The face in the mirror looked unfamiliar, hollowed out by stress and lack of sleep.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she barely ate anything for dinner not having much of an appetite. Melody padded down the stairs, her mind already on the bacon and eggs she planned to make.

A flash of movement caught her eye there was someone darting across the upstairs landing. Melody glanced up just in time to see what looked like June's back disappearing into the guest bedroom, the door closing quickly behind her. Melody paused, her sleep-addled brain trying to process why June would be rushing around upstairs this early.
Probably just coming back for the bathroom maybe, she thought, too groggy to give it much consideration.

The kitchen welcomed her with its familiar comfort. Melody pulled out the cast iron skillet, a carton of eggs, and the package of bacon. The ritual of cooking grounded her, cracking eggs, laying strips of bacon in the pan, the satisfying sizzle as they hit the hot surface. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and salty bacon filled the air, wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.

Sure enough, the smell acted like a siren call. One by one, they appeared, first Phoebe, yawning dramatically in borrowed pajamas, then her mother in her silk robe, hair disheveled from sleep. June was the last to arrive, wearing an oversized T-shirt that Melody recognized as one of her mother's favorites.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Cynthia chirped, entirely too cheerful for someone who'd been out dancing until the early hours. "We missed you last night."

"Yeah, the club was insane," Phoebe added, helping herself to coffee. "Your mom was the life of the party."

"You should've seen her on the dance floor," June chimed in, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen island. "Every guy in the place was watching her."

Cynthia beamed, accepting the compliment with a small curtsy that made the other girls laugh. "Oh, but June here was turning heads too. That dress of yours looked so hot on her Mel, you should have seen her."

Melody's hand faltered as she flipped the bacon. Her dress? The teal one with the sequined bodice that she'd saved up for months to buy? The one she'd never even had a chance to wear before Phoebe and June took over her wardrobe?

"Thanks for letting me borrow it," June said, not meeting Melody's eyes. "It was perfect."
Melody placed bacon and eggs on four plates, passing them around silently. The others dove in, recounting stories from their night out. The bartender who kept giving them free shots, the group of guys who bought them drinks, the DJ who played their requests. Just as the girls finished breakfast and Melody was on her last bite Cynthia winced as she shifted in her chair. "God, my feet are killing me. I haven't danced that much in years."

"Well," Phoebe said, a sly smile spreading across her face, "Melody does owe you a foot rub whenever you want for the rest of the month. Remember her punishment from Truth or Dare?"

Cynthia waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, she doesn't have to do that now. Maybe after I shower..."

"But Melody wouldn't mind, would you, Mel?" Phoebe cut in, her tone hardening slightly. "Besides, it's a punishment. It's not supposed to be fun for her."

Melody stared at her plate, fork suspended midway to her mouth.

"Get on the floor, Melody," Phoebe commanded, her voice dropping to a whisper that only Melody could hear. "Take off your mom's slippers and give her a nice, long foot rub until all her pain is gone."

Melody knew she could say no and he mom wouldn't push her to do it, but also knew if she did there would be consequences form Phoebe and June. Weighing the pros and cons she got up, set down her fork and slid from her chair to the floor beside her mother's feet.

"What are you doing Mel, you really don't have to-" Cynthia said.

"See Cynthia, I told you she's happy to do it, you just can't be afraid to tell her what you want her to do," Phoebe said as Cynthia smiled still in shock at Melody's obedience.

Melody gently removed the plush bedroom slippers, revealing Cynthia's bare feet, still sticky with sweat from the night before, toenail polish chipped, a distinct odor rising from between the toes.

"We should probably head out," June announced, standing up. "My parents will be wondering where I am. Can't wait to see you again Cynthia."

"Same," Phoebe agreed, gathering her things. "Thanks for everything, Mrs. C. We'll see you soon!"
The girls disappeared, leaving Melody alone with her mother. As the front door clicked shut, Cynthia sighed contentedly and wiggled her toes in front of Melody's face.

"God, you're amazing at this," she murmured as Melody began to knead the balls of her feet. "I could really get used to having my own personal masseuse."

The smell was overwhelming, a potent mixture of sweat, vinegar and stale shoes that made Melody's nose crinkle involuntarily. She fought the urge to gag as she worked her thumbs into her mother's arches.

"A little more pressure on the ball of my foot hun," Cynthia directed, not looking up from her phone. "Really dig into it."

Melody obeyed, pressing harder as instructed. Gone was the "please" and "would you mind" that her mother had always used before. Now it was all commands and expectations, as if Melody was supposed to obey her like a child.

Nearly an hour passed, Melody's hands cramping as she continued to massage. Finally, Cynthia stretched and stood.

"That was perfect, honey," Cynthia said, leaning down to plant a kiss on Melody's forehead and pat her on her head like she was some sort of pet. "Such a good girl."

She padded off toward the shower, leaving Melody kneeling on the kitchen floor, the lingering stench of feet clinging to her hands.

Melody was relieved that she had the rest of the day to herself, and no more chores or homework to do, she could finally relax, and luckily her desire wasn't fully back yet although she felt it growing between her legs. Still sat on the floor she contemplated how long this would last and what the next coming weeks would bring. At least she knew in a couple months she would be in far away from everyone she knew at her dream university. At least she had that to look forward to.

PART 5

Sunday afternoon stretched before Melody like an endless desert. She sprawled across her bed, scrolling mindlessly through social media on her phone. Photos of classmates having fun at the beach, at parties, living lives so different from her own made her thumb pause momentarily before continuing the endless upward swipe.

This was what she'd wanted, time alone, free from assignments or Phoebe and June's demands. No essays to write. No degrading "study sessions." Just peace and quiet.
So why did she feel so empty?

Melody tossed her phone aside and stared at the ceiling. The silence of the house pressed in around her. She'd imagined this free time would feel liberating, but instead, she felt adrift. Without the constant stress of appeasing her tormentors, she didn't know what to do with herself.

She pushed herself up and headed downstairs, the hardwood cool against her bare feet. In the living room, she found her mother stretched out on the couch, phone held above her face. Cynthia's thumbs moved rapidly across the screen, her expression shifting between concentration and... was that a blush?

"Mom?"

Cynthia startled, nearly dropping her phone on her face. "Melody! I didn't hear you come down." She sat up quickly, smoothing her hair. "Do you need something, sweetie?"

"Who are you texting?" Melody asked, curious about the pink flush still visible on her mother's cheeks.

"Oh, just... just catching up with some friends." Cynthia tucked her phone between the couch cushions. A gesture so uncharacteristically teenage that Melody almost laughed.

"Must be some interesting conversation," Melody said, settling onto the opposite end of the couch.
Cynthia cleared her throat. "Did you want something?"

Melody traced a pattern on the couch fabric. "I was thinking... maybe we could go out? Just the two of us?" The words felt strange in her mouth, unfamiliar. "Maybe hit the mall, get something to eat? We haven't done that in a while."

Her mother's expression transformed instantly, brightening like a sunrise. "Really? You want to hang out with your old mom?"

"You're not that old," Melody said, surprised by the genuine smile that crept onto her face.

"Let me grab my purse!" Cynthia leapt from the couch with unexpected energy. "Give me five minutes to change."

True to her word, Cynthia reappeared in record time, dressed in jeans and a fitted top that Melody had never seen before. "Ready when you are!"

The mall buzzed with Sunday afternoon shoppers. They grabbed lunch at the food court, splitting a large order of fries between them—something they hadn't done since Melody was in middle school.
"Remember when we used to come here every weekend?" Cynthia asked, dipping a fry in ketchup. "You'd beg me to take you to that little toy store that used to be by the north entrance."

"Wizard's Chest," Melody recalled. "I wanted every stuffed animal they had."

"And somehow you usually talked me into buying one." Cynthia laughed. "I was such a pushover."

"You still are," Melody teased, feeling a strange lightness in her chest.

After lunch, they wandered through stores, the conversation flowing more easily than it had in years. In a trendy boutique, Cynthia held up a low-cut blouse against herself.

"What do you think? Too much?"

Melody assessed the plunging neckline. "Depends where you're planning to wear it."

"Anywhere and everywhere." Cynthia's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'm revamping my wardrobe.

I've spent too many years dressing like someone's mom."

"You are someone's mom." Melody replied.

"Yes, but I'm also a woman." Cynthia added the blouse to her growing pile of items. "A woman who's realized life's too short for sensible shoes and high-necked sweaters."

As they moved through the store, Cynthia selected increasingly daring pieces—a miniskirt, a bodycon dress, tops that revealed more than they concealed.

"June and Phoebe helped me pick out some things last time," Cynthia said, examining a leather skirt. "Those girls have excellent taste."

Melody's stomach twisted at the mention of June and Phoebe. "You all seem to be getting close."
"They're a sweet girls." Cynthia's expression softened as she looked at Melody. "But no one could ever replace you, you know that, right?"

Melody busied herself rearranging hangers on a nearby rack.

"Hey." Cynthia touched her arm. "I know I've been spending time with your friends lately, and maybe that's weird for you. But you're the most important thing in my life, Melly. Always have been, always will be."

"I know," Melody murmured.

"I love you more than anything in this world," Cynthia continued, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what, I'll always be there for you."

Something cracked inside Melody's chest. The perfect moment presented itself—the opportunity to tell her mother everything. About the beach incident. The blackmail. The humiliation. The way Phoebe and June had systematically torn apart her life while pretending to be her friends.

Mom, there's something I need to tell you about Phoebe and June.

The words formed in her mind but died on her tongue. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Why couldn't she say it? What invisible force kept her silent?

Was it fear? Shame? The thought of her mother seeing those videos and photos or something else, something worse?

Instead, Melody reached for her mother's hand and squeezed it. "I love you too, Mom."

Cynthia pulled her into a tight hug, and Melody breathed in her familiar scent, perfume, shampoo, and something uniquely maternal that had comforted her throughout childhood.

They spent the rest of the afternoon trying on clothes, sharing ice cream, and talking, really talking. for the first time in years. Melody told her about classes she enjoyed, books she'd read, dreams she had for college. Cynthia listened with genuine interest.

As they walked to the car, shopping bags swinging from their hands, Melody felt a warmth she hadn't experienced in months. Despite everything happening in her life, despite the shadows waiting back at school tomorrow, she'd had this day, this perfect day with her mom!

For now, that would have to be enough.

On Monday morning, Melody stared at her reflection in the school bathroom mirror, her face flushed with a heat that wouldn't subside. Her hands trembled as she pulled the small tube from her backpack. The cream Phoebe had given her supposedly to help with her "condition" felt cool against her fingertips. She glanced around to ensure she was alone before went into a  stall, hiking up her skirt.

The heat between her legs had grown worse. Her clit had grown larger and was swollen, and it pulsed with each heartbeat, impossibly sensitive and constantly demanding attention. Melody bit her lip as she applied the cream, willing herself not to make a sound as the cool gel touched her inflamed flesh. The sensation making her bite her lips.

The temporary relief lasted seconds before the familiar throbbing resumed. Melody got out and leaned against the sink, eyes closed, fighting the urge to touch herself. How had this become her life? Hiding in bathroom stalls, counting hours until she could find release?

The bathroom door swung open. Melody quickly adjusted her skirt, shoving the cream back into her bag.

"There you are," Phoebe said, eyeing Melody with a knowing smirk. "Having some trouble?"
Melody's cheeks burned. "I... I'm fine."
"Really? Because you've been squirming in your seat all morning." Phoebe leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Poor Melody. So desperate she can't even sit still in class."

June pushed through the door, joining them. "Is she applying the cream again? That's the third time today."

"I can't help it," Melody confessed, voice cracking. "It's getting worse. I feel like I'm going crazy."
Phoebe exchanged a glance with June. "Well the cream can only do so much. It's not easy to get rid of your natural urges."

"What do you mean?" Melody asked.

"You're just a natural slut," June said matter-of-factly.

The words stung, but Melody was too desperate to argue. "Will it... will it get better?"

"Eventually, maybe, once you keep doing what we say," Phoebe assured her, patting her shoulder. "You're lucky you have us to help you through this difficult time."

Melody nodded, tears pricking her eyes. "I know. Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

June's laugh echoed against the bathroom tiles. "You'd probably be humping your pillow every night like a dog in heat."

"Or worse," Phoebe added.

Melody hung her head, wondering if they were right. Maybe this was just who she was underneath—desperate and needy. Maybe they really were helping her manage these urges. They knew far more about this stuff than she did.
 
Three days later, Phoebe stormed into Melody's bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Bad news," she announced, throwing herself onto Melody's bed. "They've discontinued the cream."
Melody looked up from her homework, panic flaring in her chest. "What? Why?"

"Some bullshit about FDA regulations," Phoebe huffed. "I tried to get more, but apparently, it's been pulled from shelves."

"But... but what am I supposed to do?" Melody's voice rose an octave. "I can't... I can't function like this."

June, who'd been examining herself in Melody's mirror, turned around. "Guess you'll just have to deal with it."

"I can't!" Tears filled Melody's eyes. "I can't concentrate on anything. I can't sleep. I'm constantly" she lowered her voice "throbbing. All the time."

Phoebe's expression shifted from annoyance to calculation. "Well, maybe we can help you more often."

"Really?" Hope blossomed in Melody's chest, "You do that for me?"

"Once a week clearly isn't cutting it anymore," Phoebe continued. "Not for such a big slut with your... needs."

Melody flushed but nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I don't think I can wait until the weekend anymore. It's too long."

June flopped down beside Phoebe on the bed. "What if we slept over on Wednesdays too?"
"You'd be willing to do that?" Melody whispered.

"That's what friends are for," Phoebe said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "But you'll need to convince your mom to let us sleep over twice a week."

"Tell her it's for a group project," June suggested. "Say we need the extra time to prepare for finals."

Melody didn't hesitate. "I'll talk to her tonight."

"Remember," Phoebe added, "you only get relief if you're a good girl for us."

"I will be," Melody promised. "I'll do anything."

June and Phoebe exchanged a look that Melody missed entirely, too consumed by the thought of more frequent relief from her torment.
 
That evening, Melody found her mother in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner.
"Mom?" Melody shifted from foot to foot, partly from nervousness, partly from the constant discomfort between her legs.

"Yes, honey?" Cynthia glanced up, knife pausing mid-chop.

"I was wondering if Phoebe and June could start sleeping over on Wednesdays too? We have this big group project for finals, and weekends aren't giving us enough time to work on it."

Cynthia's knife stilled completely. "They want to spend the night on Wednesdays?"

"If that's okay," Melody added quickly. "It would really help with our grades."

A flush crept up Cynthia's neck. "June would be coming too?"

"Yeah, all three of us are in the group."

Cynthia turned back to her chopping, but not before Melody caught the small smile playing at her lips. "I think that would be fine."

"Really?" Melody hadn't expected such easy agreement.

"Of course. I'm happy to support your studies." Cynthia's knife moved with renewed vigor. "What subject is the project for?"

Melody froze, realizing she hadn't prepared for follow-up questions. "Um, it's for... biology."

"Biology," Cynthia repeated, a strange note in her voice. "Well, that's important."

"Thanks, Mom!" Melody rushed forward to hug her mother, relief washing over her.

"No problem at all." Cynthia said hugging her daughter. "No problem at all."
 
Later that night, Cynthia sat on her bed, phone in hand, heart racing as she typed out a message:

Melody says you girls need to come over Wednesdays now too. Something about a biology project?
June's response came seconds later:

That's right. Hope it's not a problem. We'll try to keep quiet while we "study"

Cynthia's pulse quickened as she typed:

Not a problem at all. Looking forward to seeing more of you.

She hesitated, then added:

All of you.

Cynthia set her phone down and leaned back against her pillows, imagining June's smile when she read the message. Wednesdays had just become her new favorite day of the week.
 
Cynthia's phone chimed with a new message. Her heart fluttered as she saw June's name on the screen.

Just so you know, I told Phoebe about us. Hope that's okay.

Cynthia's stomach dropped. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertain.
You told her? Everything?

June's response appeared instantly:

Don't worry! She's totally cool with it. Actually thinks we're perfect together. Said she loves that her two best friends are a couple.

Relief washed over Cynthia, but anxiety lingered at the edges. She bit her lip as she typed:

It's just... people would definitely raise eyebrows. Me dating someone your age. And one of Melody's friends.

Nobody has to know except us and Phoebe, June replied. Besides, age is just a number. And you're HOT as fuck.

Heat crept up Cynthia's neck. She smiled despite herself.

What about Melody, please don't let her know, she typed. I'm worried she might be upset about... us.
The typing indicator pulsed for several seconds.

Phoebe and I both agree we should keep it from her for now. Don't worry—Phoebe promised she'll keep Melody occupied and none the wiser when we want our special couple time. Wink wink.
Cynthia's pulse quickened. She pictured June's mischievous smile, imagined her winking as she typed that message.

Phoebe is the best, Cynthia wrote, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and guilt.

She switched to her conversation with Phoebe and composed a new message:

June told me you know about us. And that you're willing to keep Melody busy so we can have some time together. I can't tell you how grateful I am. Thank you for being so understanding and supportive.

Phoebe's reply came quickly:

No problem, Cynthia! You two are adorable together. Happy to help with the Melody situation. She'll never suspect a thing, I promise.

Cynthia set her phone down, excitement buzzing through her veins. Wednesday suddenly seemed very far away. She settled back against her pillows, letting her mind wander to possibilities. What would happen when they finally had time alone? The memory of June's touch... confident, commanding, dominant, sent shivers down her spine.

She picked up her phone again, opening her conversation with June.

I can't stop thinking about Wednesday, she typed.

Oh yeah? What are you thinking about exactly?

Cynthia hesitated only briefly before replying:

About what you'll do to me when we're alone.

Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again.

You want to know what I'm going to do to you?

Cynthia shifted on the bed, a familiar warmth spreading between her legs.

Yes, she typed simply.

June's response came in a flurry of explicit detail—descriptions of exactly how she planned to touch Cynthia, where her hands would go, what her mouth would do, what Cynthia's mouth would be doing. Cynthia's breathing quickened with each message. Her free hand slid beneath the waistband of her pajamas and onto her bare flesh.

Are you touching yourself? June asked.

Yes.

Good girl. But you're not allowed to cum.

Cynthia's fingers stilled. What?

You heard me. No cumming until Wednesday night. When I can do it myself.

The restriction only intensified the throbbing between Cynthia's legs. She whimpered softly, typing with one hand:

That's torture.

That's the point. Does it turn you on? Knowing you'll be so desperate by Wednesday?
Yes, Cynthia admitted.

Does it turn you on even more knowing we'll be doing all this right under Melody's nose?

Cynthia froze. The question stirred something dark and forbidden within her—a shameful excitement she hadn't acknowledged even to herself. Her finger hovered over the keyboard for several seconds before typing:

Yes. God help me, but yes.

That's my dirty girl. Now go to sleep thinking about what I'm going to do to you. But remember—no cumming.

Cynthia removed her hand from her pants with reluctance, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.

Fine, she typed. But this just makes everything even hotter.

That's the idea, baby. Sweet dreams.

Cynthia set her phone on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. In the darkness, she pressed her thighs together, savoring the ache, counting the hours until Wednesday.

Wednesday arrived with the weight of anticipation hanging in the air. The Cooper household buzzed with an unusual energy. Both mother and daughter watching the clock for reasons more similar that either one realized, each counting down to the evening's promised relief.

Melody fidgeted through her last class, unable to focus on anything the teacher said. The throbbing between her legs had become nearly unbearable. Three days without an orgasm had left her desperate. The cream's permanent effects showing. She was constantly shifting in her seat to alleviate the pressure. Tonight, finally, Phoebe and June would help her.

Across town, Cynthia left work early to prepare dinner, her body humming with anticipation. She'd followed June's instructions faithfully, no release, just building tension that left her distracted during meetings and unable to sleep at night. Every time her phone buzzed with a new message from June, her heart raced like a teenager's.

By six o'clock, Cynthia had the table set and dinner ready, a pasta dish she'd spent too much time perfecting. She'd also changed outfits three times, finally settling on jeans that hugged her curves and a top that revealed just enough cleavage to be noticed without being obvious.

When the doorbell rang, Cynthia smoothed her hair and took a deep breath before opening the door. Phoebe entered first with a casual "Hey, Mrs. Cooper," but it was June who lingered in the doorway, her eyes traveling slowly up Cynthia's body.

"Something smells amazing," June said, stepping inside close enough that their shoulders brushed. The contact, brief as it was, sent electricity through Cynthia's skin.

Melody walked in last, after taking a ride from school with Phoebe and June.

"Let's eat! I'm starving," Cynthia announced, leading them to the dining room, not even telling her daughter hello.

Dinner progressed with forced normality, talk of school, teachers, and the supposed biology project. Under the table, June's foot found Cynthia's ankle, sliding up her calf in deliberate movements that made concentrating on conversation nearly impossible.

"So what exactly is this project about?" Cynthia asked, her voice steady despite the foot now tracing patterns on her inner thigh.

"Reproductive systems," June answered without missing a beat. "Very thorough examination required."

Phoebe choked on her water while Melody turned bright red.

"Fascinating subject," Cynthia replied, catching June's gaze across the table.

Melody checked her watch for the third time in five minutes. "We should probably get started soon. Lots to do."

"No rush," June said, her toes pressing firmly against Cynthia's center. "Good things come to those who wait."

Cynthia bit her lip to suppress a gasp, disguising it as a cough. "Yes, well, don't let me keep you girls from your... studies."

After dinner, the three girls retreated upstairs to Melody's bedroom. The moment the door closed, Phoebe dumped her backpack on Melody's desk.

"Here's my history essay. It needs to be completely rewritten. And June's math homework needs checking."

Melody stared at the pile of assignments. "But I thought..."

"You thought what?" Phoebe interrupted. "That we'd just come over and get you off right away? After all the trouble we went through to set this up?"

"No, I just..." Melody's voice trailed off as she glanced at the clock. Every minute spent on homework was another minute of torment.

June checked her phone, a smile playing at her lips. "I'll give you an hour to work on this stuff. Then I'm going to go keep Cynthia busy while Phoebe takes care of your... problem."

Melody nodded gratefully. "Thanks for distracting my mom. I really appreciate it."

June laughed. "Yeah you definitely owe me one."

For the next hour, Melody rushed through the assignments, her concentration constantly broken by the persistent throbbing between her legs. Phoebe lounged on the bed, scrolling through her phone and occasionally barking corrections.

When the hour finally passed, June stood up and stretched. "Show time," she announced. "Don't wait up."

"Be careful," Melody warned. "My mom might get suspicious if you just hang out with her."
June's smile turned predatory. "Don't worry about your mom. I know exactly how to handle her."

As soon as the door closed behind June, Melody turned to Phoebe with pleading eyes. "Please, I can't take it anymore."

Phoebe rose slowly from the bed and walked to the door, turning the lock with deliberate precision. "Not so fast."

"What do you mean?" Panic edged into Melody's voice.

"You need to earn it." Phoebe settled into Melody's desk chair, legs spread casually. "Strip. Then get on the floor. Hands and knees."

Melody hesitated only briefly before pulling off her clothes, desperation overriding dignity. The cool air against her naked skin sent goosebumps racing across her body as she dropped to all fours on the carpet.

"Good girl," Phoebe cooed. "Now, take off my sneakers."

Melody reached forward, but Phoebe clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"No, no. With your mouth."

Melody stared at Phoebe's worn sneakers, then leaned forward, awkwardly using her teeth to untie the laces. After several humiliating minutes, she managed to work them off.

"Now the socks. Still no hands."

Melody's stomach turned as she caught the first whiff. Wednesday meant gym class, and Phoebe's socks reeked of sweat and something worse—like moldy cheese left too long in the sun. Fighting her gag reflex, Melody carefully took the fabric between her teeth, pulling it inch by inch off Phoebe's foot, the taste invading her tongue.

"That's it," Phoebe encouraged, phone now in hand, recording everything. "Just like a good little dog."

The comparison burned, but Melody continued, driven by pure need. When both socks were finally removed, she looked up expectantly.

"If you really want me to give you what you want," Phoebe said, wiggling her toes, "why don't you worship my pretty feet and beg me to let you eat my pussy? Remember, you can only cum after I get mine."

Swallowing her revulsion, Melody pressed her lips to Phoebe's foot, planting kiss after kiss. The sticky film soaking into her lips. This show was too good so Phoebe had to get her phone out. "Please," she whispered against the skin of her sole. "Please let me eat your pussy."

"More passionate," Phoebe demanded. "Use your tongue. Show me how badly you want it."
Melody closed her eyes and forced herself to lick a stripe up Phoebe's arch, the taste making her want to gag. "I want to taste you so badly," she lied. "I'll do anything to make you feel good. Please let me make you cum all over my face."

The words were false, but her desperation was real. She'd say anything, do anything, to end the torment between her legs. "That feels good, did you this when you massaged your mommy's feet too?" Phoebe teased, as she rubbed her feet all over her face. Melody tried to ignore the comment.
Phoebe smiled down at her, phone still recording. "That's better. Keep going."

As Melody continued her degrading performance, rubbing her face against Phoebe's clammy sticky feet bathing herself in the filth while spouting increasingly humiliating declarations of desire to prove herself to Phoebe. She remained oblivious to the fact that just down the hall, in her mother's bedroom, a strikingly similar scene was unfolding.

In the master bedroom, June and Cynthia fell into each other's arms the moment the door closed. Their lips met with a hunger that had been building for days, hands roaming with urgent desperation.

"I've been thinking about this all week," Cynthia whispered against June's mouth.

"I know. I could see it in your eyes at dinner." June pushed her back toward the bed. "Show me what you've got on under these clothes."

Cynthia had prepared meticulously for this moment—showering twice, shaving every inch of her body, selecting her most expensive lingerie. She'd even practiced her movements in the mirror, wanting everything to be perfect.

Cynthia began to move as sensually as she could. She unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, letting it slide from her shoulders to reveal a black lace bra that pushed her breasts high. June settled onto the edge of the bed, eyes drinking in every movement.

"You're so fucking hot," June murmured, leaning back on her elbows.

Cynthia's confidence grew with each appreciative glance. She turned, unzipping her jeans slowly before bending forward to slide them down her legs, giving June a perfect view of her matching lace thong.

"Damn, Mrs. Cooper," June whistled. "Who knew Melody's mom was packing all this?"

The mention of her daughter sent a momentary pang through Cynthia's chest, but June was already standing, pulling her close, and the guilt evaporated under her touch.

"My turn," June announced, gently pushing Cynthia to sit on the bed. "Though I don't have fancy underwear like yours."

"You don't need it," Cynthia assured her, eyes fixed on the young woman's form.

June's confidence radiated from every pore as she peeled off her t-shirt. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, her chest small and flat, her body stocky, her face wasn't typically beautiful by any menas but she carried herself with an assurance that made Cynthia's mouth go dry.

"Like what you see?" June asked, unhooking her plain cotton bra.

"God, yes," Cynthia breathed.

June turned away, shimmying out of her jeans to reveal a pair of boyshorts that hugged her generous behind. She glanced over her shoulder with a knowing smirk.

"I've seen you looking at this," she said, giving her ass a playful slap. "You can't keep your eyes off it."

It was true. Cynthia had found herself mesmerized by June's backside on numerous occasions over the last couple weeks, watching her bend over to pick something up, following the sway of her hips as she walked away.

June's boyshorts joined the pile of discarded clothing. Now completely naked, she turned her back to Cynthia and began to move her hips in circular motions, her substantial behind jiggling with each movement.

"You like that?" June asked, dropping lower, twerking her ass with surprising skill.
"I love it," Cynthia whispered, transfixed.

Something primal awakened inside her. Without conscious thought, Cynthia slid from the bed to her knees behind June. Her hands reached up to grasp those full cheeks, squeezing them appreciatively before leaning forward to press reverent kisses against the smooth skin.

June laughed, surprised. "Whoa, someone's eager."

Cynthia couldn't stop herself. She planted kiss after kiss across June's behind, working her way from one cheek to the other, then back again.

"Sorry," June said, suddenly self-conscious. "I didn't showered after gym class. I'm probably all sweaty and gross."

Cynthia paused, inhaling deeply. The musky scent that greeted her nostrils wasn't off-putting but quite the opposite. It was raw, primal, real. Something stirred deep in her core.

"Don't apologize," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I love how you smell. It's... God, it's turning me on."
June's eyebrows shot up, a slow, calculating smile spreading across her face. "Really? You like my dirty, sweaty ass?" June couldn't believe her luck, not only was Cynthia totally into her, but she was into the same kinky stuff the loved, this was too good to be true, but it was.

Cynthia nodded, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the admission.

"Well then," June continued, reaching back to spread her cheeks slightly, "why don't you show me just how much you like it?"

Cynthia's breath caught in her throat. She started kissing her ass faster, messier, like she was getting lost in it. This wasn't something she'd ever done—ever even considered doing. And yet here she was, on her knees, faced with June's most intimate areas, feeling an overwhelming urge to taste her.

"Tell me," June commanded, her voice taking on an edge Cynthia hadn't heard before. "Tell me what you want to do."

"I want to worship your ass," Cynthia heard herself say, the words coming from some deep, hidden part of herself. "I want to taste every inch of you."

June smirked, satisfaction evident in her expression. "If you want it so bad," she said, spreading her cheeks wider, exposing her puckered hole, "why don't you stick that slutty tongue out and taste it?"

Cynthia didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, extending her tongue to lick a stripe up June's most forbidden area. The taste was sharp, tangy, intensely human—and inexplicably, it sent a jolt of pleasure straight between her legs.

"Oh fuck," June gasped, clearly not having expected such enthusiasm.

Emboldened, Cynthia dove in deeper, her tongue exploring every crease and crevice of June's backside. She'd never felt so uninhibited, so completely lost in the moment. Her tongue circled June's entrance before pressing inside, eliciting a low moan from the younger woman.

"Jesus Christ," June panted, reaching back to grip Cynthia's hair. "You're such a dirty girl."
 
In Melody's bedroom, the scene unfolding was equally intense but far less consensual. Melody's tongue worked diligently between Phoebe's legs. Licking her sweaty unwashed pussy like her life depended on it. Phoebe thick musk engulfed Melody as she buried her face and tongue in her, tasting everything she had to offer, pretending to love it, even though it couldn't be further from the truth. She was desperate to bring her to climax for the second time. Her jaw ached, her knees burned against the carpet, but the promise of relief kept her going. It didn't matter that Phoebe sweat and juices were soaking into her pores.

"That's it," Phoebe moaned, her hand tangled in Melody's hair, forcing her face deeper. "Right there."
Melody redoubled her efforts, lapping at Phoebe's center with increased vigor. Her own need had become almost unbearable, every slight movement sending waves of sensation through her untouched core.

"Oh fuck," Phoebe gasped, her thighs tightening around Melody's head as she shuddered through her second orgasm.

When Phoebe's grip finally relaxed, Melody pulled back, her face glistening with the evidence of Phoebe's pleasure. She looked up with pleading eyes, silently begging for the release she'd been promised.

Phoebe basked in the afterglow, head tilted back, breathing slowly returning to normal. Eventually, she glanced down at Melody, taking in her desperate expression with cruel amusement.

"Look at you," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "So pathetic."

Melody remained silent, eyes wide and imploring.

Phoebe reached down, retrieving her discarded panties from the floor. "Put these in your mouth." She said as she help the dirty garment in her hand, the dirty streaks visible from her lack of hygiene.
Melody hesitated, earning a sharp look from Phoebe.

"Do it," Phoebe commanded, "or get nothing."

With trembling hands, Melody took the underwear and placed it in her mouth, gagging slightly at the taste.

"Turn around," Phoebe instructed. "Face on the floor, ass up."

Melody complied, positioning herself as directed, the carpet rough against her cheek.
"God," Phoebe commented, leaning back in the chair beside Melody's upturned rear, "We really got your nickname right. Smelly Mel, you reek."

The comment stung despite its falsehood. Melody knew she was clean, she'd showered that morning, and was clean she, didn't use the washroom, and didn't even have gym class that day but the words cut deeper than they should have.

"I'll get you off," Phoebe said with a yawn, "but I'm tired, so don't expect me to put much effort into it."

She extended her arm downward, fingers barely grazing Melody's exposed folds. The touch was so light it was almost nonexistent, a whisper of contact that did nothing to alleviate Melody's desperation, just tease her more and make the itch ever greater.

"You should be grateful I'm even touching this disgusting hairy cunt," Phoebe said, her fingers trailing up and down with maddening lightness. "Most people wouldn't go near something so gross."
The words hurt, but she remained in position, afraid that any movement might cause Phoebe to stop altogether.

Eventually, Phoebe's movements shifted, her fingers applying slightly more pressure as they slid up and down through Melody's slit that was slick with wetness. Melody was now in heaven as she felt the pleasure she had been longing for. When Phoebe's fingers reached Melody's entrance, she got a wicked idea one that she couldn't ignore. Phoebe pushed forward, sliding two fingers inside her with surprising ease.

"Mmmmph!" Melody's exclamation of shock was muffled by the panties in her mouth.
"Wow, would you look at that," Phoebe said with mock surprise. "Your hole is so loose that my fingers just slipped right in by accident. You really are a slut."

She began moving her fingers more purposefully, curling them inside Melody in a way that made her see stars.

"You're a virgin, right? Miss goody two shoes?" Phoebe asked.

Melody managed a nod, her body trembling with each thrust of Phoebe's fingers.

"I guess you can't say that anymore," Phoebe mused, adding a third finger without warning, seeing how far she could take it. "Do you want me to stop?"

Melody shook her head side to side frantically. The sensation was overwhelming, uncomfortable but incredible all at once. Every thrust brought her closer over the edge she'd been desperate to reach for days.

"You know, if this hole was so loose, I'm sure the..." Phoebe's voice trailed off ominously.
Before Melody could process what was happening, Phoebe leaned forward and spat directly onto her exposed rear. The warm saliva trickled between her cheeks, settling against her most private opening. Then Phoebe's thumb was there, massaging the tight ring of muscle.

"Mmm! Mmm!" Melody protested, the sound muffled by her gag.

But it was too late. Phoebe's thumb breached the tight entrance just as her fingers curled against the sensitive spot inside Melody's core. The dual sensation was intrusive and so intense that it pushed Melody over the edge. Her body convulsed as pleasure exploded through her, fluid gushing from between her legs, soaking the carpet beneath her.
 
Meanwhile in the master bedroom, June sat on Cynthia's face, grinding against her eager mouth while her own fingers worked between Cynthia's spread legs.

"That's it," June encouraged, feeling Cynthia's tongue penetrate her rear entrance. "Get it nice and deep."

Cynthia moaned against June's flesh, the vibration sending shivers up the younger woman's spine. June's fingers moved faster, circling Cynthia's clit before plunging inside her wet heat.

"You close?" June asked, feeling Cynthia's thighs begin to tremble.

A muffled "Mmhmm" was the only response as Cynthia continued her enthusiastic oral exploration.
"Cum for me," June commanded, increasing the pressure and speed of her fingers. "Cum with your tongue in my ass."

The words pushed Cynthia over the edge. Her body arched beneath June as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She moaned deeply, the sound vibrating against June's most sensitive areas, triggering the younger woman's own release.

They collapsed together on the sweat-dampened sheets, breathing heavily, limbs entwined.

"Holy shit," Cynthia whispered once she'd caught her breath. "That was..."

"Yeah," June agreed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "It was."
 
As Melody's climax subsided, her body went limp against the floor, the aftershocks still pulsing through her core. Phoebe withdrew her fingers unceremoniously, wiping them in Melody's hair, as if the girl tainted her precious hands.

"There. Happy now?" she asked, standing up and stretching as if she'd just completed a mildly boring chore.

Melody removed the soiled panties from her mouth, struggling to process what had just happened. Her first time hadn't been at all what she'd imagined, no romantic music, no gentle lover, no whispered words of affection. Instead, she'd lost her virginity on her bedroom floor, to Phoebe's fingers, while gagged with dirty used underwear.

"You know," Phoebe said, looking down at Melody's disheveled form, "most girls dream of their first time being with some prince charming in a bed of roses. But you?" She laughed. "You just got fingered in the ass and pussy on your bedroom floor like a cheap whore. And not even by some cute guy but by me. Although, I'm better than any cute guy, right?"

The reality of it hit Melody like a physical blow. Tears filled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in silent streams.

"Aw, don't cry," Phoebe mocked. "You loved it. You came so hard you made a mess of your floor."
Melody glanced down at the massive wet spot on her carpet, shame burning through her. It was true, her body had betrayed her, finding unimaginable pleasure in the degradation.

"Let's get cleaned up before your mom and June finish... whatever they're doing," Phoebe said with a knowing smirk. Phoebe and Melody walk to the guest bathroom to get cleaned up, and that's when Melody hears some weird sounds coming from her mom's bedroom.

"I wonder if mom is okay?" Melody asked.

"Oh, sweetie," Phoebe's voice dripped with false sympathy. "You really don't know what's happening in your mom's bedroom right now?"

The implication hung in the air, too terrible to consider. Melody shook her head, unwilling to believe what Phoebe was suggesting.

"Whatever. It's not my place to tell you," Phoebe said, pulling on her clothes. "But I want you to stay out of their business got it, or else the consequences will far worse than anything we've done so far."
Melody sat frozen, the afterglow of her orgasm fading rapidly as a cold dread settled in her stomach. It couldn't be true. Her mother wouldn't... June wouldn't...

But deep down, pieces began falling into place, her mother's sudden interest in provocative clothing, her eagerness to have June over, the strange looks they exchanged at dinner. The fact that June hadn't been interested in being part of their "study sessions" after the first one. It was all adding up.

That night marked a fundamental shift for both Cooper women, though neither realized just how completely their lives had changed. As they lay in their separate beds later that night, Cynthia floating on clouds of newfound passion, Melody drowning in shame and confusion, the house stood silent around them, keeping their secrets.
Their paths in life had diverged dramatically, but they shared one common truth: There was no going back to the women they had been before this night.


PART 6

Melody woke with a strange sense of calm washing over her. Despite the shocking and humiliating way she'd lost her virginity at Phoebe's hands, her body had finally found release from days of torturous arousal. She stretched beneath her sheets, noticing the absence of the desperate ache that had become her constant companion.

She'd slept soundly for the first time in what felt like forever. No tossing and turning, no throbbing need keeping her awake, just blissful unconsciousness. The shame would come later, she knew, but for now, her body basked in the afterglow of satisfaction.

Down the hall, Cynthia Cooper was experiencing a similar morning revelation. Her limbs felt pleasantly heavy, her mind clear and rested. June had taken her to heights she'd never known existed, leaving her utterly spent. She'd wanted to curl around June's compact body afterward, to feel the warmth of skin against skin throughout the night, but they both knew better. Melody couldn't discover them, not yet.

Cynthia rolled over, burying her face in the pillow that still held traces of June's scent. The wrongness of it all, dating her daughter's twenty-one year old friend, only heightened the excitement. She knew it was inappropriate, wrong and maybe even perverse, but June's maturity and confidence made her forget their age gap. Besides, June had been the aggressor, pursuing Cynthia with a determination that made resistance impossible.

Breakfast proved an exercise in awkward avoidance. Melody kept her eyes fixed on her cereal bowl, stirring the increasingly soggy flakes without eating much. June sat across from her, casually munching toast as if nothing extraordinary had happened the night before.

"Did you girls get much done on your project?" Cynthia asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of June. Their fingers brushed, lingering just a moment too long.

"Oh, tons," Phoebe replied with a smile that carried hidden meaning. "I really helped Melody with a breakthrough last night."

Melody choked on her orange juice.

"You okay, honey?" Cynthia patted her daughter's back.

"Fine," Melody wheezed, avoiding eye contact. How could she look at her mother knowing what she'd done with June? How could she face June knowing what sounds she'd heard coming from her mother's bedroom?

The ride to school was excruciating. Phoebe drove while June claimed the passenger seat, leaving Melody alone in the back like an afterthought. The radio played softly as they navigated morning traffic, but the tension inside the car was palpable.

June turned down the music, glancing at Melody in the rearview mirror. "What's up with her?" she asked Phoebe. "She's being weirder than usual."

Phoebe smirked, checking her lipstick in the mirror. "Probably just processing last night."

"What happened last night?" June shifted in her seat to look at Phoebe directly.

"Oh, nothing much," Phoebe said casually. "Just took her virginity, that's all."

Melody sank lower in her seat, wishing she could disappear through the floor of the car.

"You're shitting me," June's eyes widened. "Like, actually?"

"By accident, of course." Phoebe flipped her turn signal. "It's not my fault her pussy was so loose that my fingers slipped in."

"Oh my god," June laughed, turning to look at Melody's mortified face. "Tell me everything."

"Well, not much to say I just finger fucked with three fingers while she was gagged with my dirty panties," Phoebe began, as if discussing the weather, "she moaned like a fucking animal. And get this... she squirted. Made a huge mess all over her carpet."

"No way!"

"Way. And I even stuck my thumbs in her ass! And guess what, she came again, I thought she was gonna die of pleasure."

June cackled. "What a slut! I never would've guessed Little Miss Perfect would be so dirty. Did she beg for it?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. She sounded so stupid mumbling with the gag in," Phoebe mimicked.
The humiliation burned through Melody, hot tears threatening to spill. She gripped the edge of her seat, knuckles white, as they discussed the most intimate moment of her life as if it were a joke.

As they discussed last night something in Melody snapped, she couldn't take it anymore, and she needed to change to subject. "Are you hooking up with my mom?"
The car went silent. June's mouth fell open, and Phoebe nearly missed a stop sign.

"Holy shit," Phoebe breathed, glancing at June. "She figured it out."

June recovered quickly. "How did you..."

"It wasn't hard to figure out," Melody said, finding courage in her anger. "You two aren't exactly subtle with your flirting and eyeing each other down at dinner."

"Not to mention," Phoebe added, "we could hear you two all the way down the hall. Your mom is a screamer, Mel."

Melody covered her ears. "Stop it."

"What's the matter?" June's voice took on a cruel edge. "Jealous someone else has your mom's attention for once? Sad she's obsessed with me instead of you?"

The words hit Melody like a slap. She'd always been the center of her mother's world, her only child, her pride and joy. The thought of being replaced by June, of all people, was unbearable.
June's expression suddenly softened, her tone becoming serious. "Look, it's not what you think, okay? Your mom and I, we actually like each other. Like, really like each other."

Melody stared at her incredulously.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," June continued, her voice uncharacteristically sincere. "And your mom feels the same way. She's happy with me, Melody. Really happy. Don't you want that for her?"

"You're barely older than me," Melody whispered. "It's wrong."

"Age is just a number," June shrugged. "I've always been mature for my age. Ask your mom, she'll tell you how grown up I am."

The car pulled into the school parking lot, but no one made a move to get out.

"You can't tell her you know," June said, turning fully to face Melody. "She wants to tell you herself, when she's ready."

"And if I do?" Melody challenged.

June's eyes hardened. "Then every university you've applied to gets a special video package. I'm sure Harvard would love to see footage of their potential student doing some down right disgusting things."

Melody's stomach dropped. College was her escape plan, her chance to start fresh, away from Phoebe and June and all the humiliation they'd put her through. A place where she could reinvent herself, maybe meet a cute sweet guy, have a normal relationship. If those videos got out...

"You wouldn't," she whispered.

"Try me," June replied, her expression leaving no doubt she meant it. "It's simple, Mel. When your mom tells you about us, you'll happy for her for us. You give us your blessing. You pretend to be thrilled that I might become your new step-mommy someday."

"Step-mommy?" Melody echoed, feeling ill.

"Who knows where this could go?" June smiled sweetly. "Your mom and I really connect. Sexually, emotionally, she gets me in a way no one else does."

Phoebe snorted. "This is better than a soap opera."

June ignored her. "So what's it gonna be, Melody? You gonna support your mom's happiness, or lose everything you've worked for?"

The choice wasn't really a choice at all. Melody nodded mutely, unable to form words around the lump in her throat.

"Good girl," June patted her knee condescendingly. "Now let's get to class. I have a feeling today's going to be a great day."

As they walked toward the school building, June slung a friendly arm around Melody's shoulders, the picture of best-friend affection. But her whispered words were ice cold:
"Remember, Melody, I hold your future in my hands."

Melody moved through the school hallways in a daze. She felt altered, as if her body belonged to someone else now. The physical soreness between her legs was a constant reminder of what had happened, but the emotional confusion was far worse.

She caught herself staring at Phoebe during English class, watching her red curls bounce as she laughed with other students. The same fingers that had violated her, taken something precious from her, now casually twirled a pencil. Melody should have felt only disgust, only hatred, but there was something else, something that made her cheeks flush when Phoebe caught her staring and winked.

What's wrong with me? Melody wondered as heat pooled between her legs again. She shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. How could she possibly want that to happen again? How could her body betray her this way?

By lunchtime, the ache had become nearly unbearable. Just twenty-four hours after experiencing the most intense pleasure of her life, her body demanded more. The cream Phoebe had made her use had permanently changed something inside her. She couldn't focus on her calculus test, couldn't hear what her history teacher was saying over the throbbing need consuming her thoughts.

When the final bell rang, Melody scanned the parking lot for Phoebe's car, but it was nowhere to be found. She checked her phone, no messages. With a sigh, she trudged to the bus stop, dreading the bumpy ride home that would only aggravate her condition.

The house was quiet when she arrived. Her mother's car was in the driveway, but Cynthia was upstairs. Melody dropped her backpack by the door and stood awkwardly in the kitchen, unsure what to say when they finally faced each other. How could she look at her mother knowing what she was doing with June? How could she pretend not to know?

"Melody? Is that you?" Cynthia called from upstairs.

"Yeah, Mom."

"I'm just finishing up some work emails. I'll be down to start dinner soon."

Melody's phone buzzed with a notification. Phoebe.

How much money do you have saved?

Melody's stomach tightened. They already took most of her secret stash of cash and what she was able to save after she planning to buy herself something nice after exams. Something about the directness of the question made her uneasy, but lying to Phoebe never ended well.

About $200. Why?

The response came quickly: Perfect! Bring it tomorrow. Don't worry, it's for a present for you.
Melody stared at the screen, a knot forming in her throat. A present. Right. Whatever Phoebe was planning, it wouldn't be good. Before she could respond, another message appeared.

BTW tomorrow after school June and I need to pick up your surprise. Take the bus home and we'll meet you there. Friday study session still on. 😈

Almost simultaneously, Melody heard her mother's phone chime upstairs. She could imagine June texting her, making plans for tomorrow night. The thought made her skin crawl.

Dinner was excruciating. Cynthia hummed while she cooked, a spring in her step that hadn't been there in years. She kept checking her phone and smiling at messages that arrived. Melody pushed pasta around her plate, unable to make eye contact.

"You're quiet tonight," Cynthia remarked, reaching across the table to feel Melody's forehead. "Feeling okay?"

"Just tired," Melody mumbled. "Lot of homework."

"Well, thank goodness for Phoebe helping you stay on track with your studies." Cynthia smiled. "That girl is such a good influence."

Melody nearly choked on her water.

The next day crawled by in a fog of anxiety and arousal. By the time she climbed onto the bus after school, Melody was a mess of contradictory emotions: dread about whatever Phoebe had planned, disgust at herself for the anticipation curling in her stomach, and jealousy that June would soon have her mother's undivided attention again. She only briefly saw Phoebe to give her money but that was it.

She showered when she got home, letting hot water cascade over her trembling body. Perhaps if she was extra clean and fresh, Phoebe wouldn't insult her and comment that she was smelly. The thought was pathetic, and she knew it, but she couldn't help herself.

Downstairs, Cynthia was practically floating around the kitchen, preparing lasagna, June's favorite. She'd changed into a form-fitting blouse that showed off her cleavage and applied fresh makeup, looking younger than Melody had seen her in years.

"Mom, you look nice," Melody said cautiously.

Cynthia's face lit up. "Thanks, sweetie. Just felt like putting in a little effort tonight."
The doorbell rang, and Cynthia practically sprinted to answer it. Phoebe and June stood on the porch, arms laden with opaque black shopping bags. They exchanged knowing glances as they stepped inside.

"Sorry we went shopping," Phoebe announced, holding up the bags.

"We may even have some gifts but they're for later," June added with a wink at Cynthia that made Melody's stomach turn.

They dropped their bags in the guest room before joining Melody and Cynthia for dinner. June complimented the lasagna enthusiastically, her foot casually brushing against Cynthia's under the table. Melody watched her mother blush like a schoolgirl.

"So," June said, wiping her mouth, "there's this new club opening downtown tomorrow. I was thinking we could all go check it out."

"That sounds amazing," Cynthia replied too quickly.

"And maybe tonight we could catch that new thriller at the Cineplex?" June suggested, eyes locked on Cynthia's. "The reviews say it's intense."

Phoebe stretched dramatically. "Actually, I'm beat. You two should go ahead. I'll keep Mel company here."

The look of gratitude that passed between June and Cynthia was unmistakable. Melody stared at her plate, a depressing salad, since Phoebe reminded her mother that dairy didn't agree with her, still a lie, but she had to go with it.

"Are you sure?" Cynthia asked, failing to hide her eagerness.

"Absolutely," Phoebe smiled sweetly. "Melody and I have some things to discuss anyway. About the reproduction project, mostly anatomy stuff."

Forty minutes later, June and Cynthia were gone. The front door closed behind them, and Melody stood alone in the living room, heart hammering against her ribs. Phoebe emerged from the guest room carrying one of the black bags, her expression transformed into something predatory.

"Alone at last," she purred, circling Melody like a shark. "I think you'll find that we put your money to good use, now come here"

Melody nodded, walking towards her.

"Good girl," Phoebe said, grabbing her hand and taking her into her bedroom.
 
Phoebe roughly pulled off all Melody's clothes, tossing them carelessly across the room. "Get on the bed. Face down, ass up, arms behind your back. Just like last time."

Melody's heart raced with anticipation. A flutter of shameful excitement bloomed in her chest as she positioned herself as instructed. Would Phoebe use her fingers again like last time? The thought shouldn't have excited her, but her body betrayed her mind once more.

Lost in her thoughts, Melody barely registered the metallic click until cold steel encircled her wrists. The handcuffs bit into her skin.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Panic edged into her voice.

Phoebe ignored her protests, digging through the shopping bag with methodical focus. Melody twisted her neck, trying to glimpse what Phoebe had purchased with her money, but before she could make anything out, soft fabric slipped over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

"Perfect," Phoebe murmured, adjusting the blindfold. "Nice and helpless, just how I like you."
With her sight gone, Melody's other senses heightened dramatically. The cool air raised goosebumps across her exposed skin. Every sound amplified, Phoebe's breathing, the rustle of the shopping bag, her own hammering heartbeat. When Phoebe's fingernails raked lightly down her spine, Melody gasped as if she'd been shocked.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" Phoebe teased, pinching the soft flesh of Melody's inner thigh.

The pain blended with pleasure in a confusing cocktail of sensation. Melody bit her lip to keep from making embarrassing sounds. How had she ended up here? How had she become this person who responded to humiliation with arousal?

"I'll be back," Phoebe announced suddenly. "Don't go anywhere."

Footsteps retreated from the room.

Melody struggled against the handcuffs, but they held firm. She was trapped, naked, blindfolded, and utterly vulnerable. The position forced her backside high in the air, exposing her most intimate parts. She tried shifting to a more modest position, but without her arms for balance, she was stuck like that.

"At least no one else is home," she whispered to herself. The thought of her mother walking in and seeing her like this made her stomach clench with horror. Cynthia would completely freak out if she found her daughter handcuffed and blindfolded. What explanation could possibly suffice?
Minutes stretched like hours in the darkness. Every creak of the house made her jump. Was Phoebe coming back? What was she planning? The anticipation was almost worse than whatever humiliation awaited her.

Melody strained to hear any movement in the house. Where had Phoebe gone? What was taking so long? The more time passed, the more her anxiety built. Had Phoebe abandoned her here as some cruel joke? What if her mom and June came home early from their movie and found her like this?
The terrifying possibility made her struggle anew against the handcuffs, metal biting into her wrists as she twisted frantically. Despite her efforts, the restraints held firm, keeping her helpless and exposed, exactly as Phoebe intended.

Finally, Phoebe returned to the room. Melody's head lifted at the sound of footsteps, relief washing over her that she hadn't been abandoned.

"Okay, one final touch. Open up," Phoebe commanded.

Melody hesitated, but before she could decide whether to comply, Phoebe pinched her nose. The moment Melody's mouth opened for air, Phoebe stuffed something fabric inside, underwear from the smell and taste, and a truly filthy pair, at that. Melody gagged at the strong, musky scent filling her nostrils, and the earthy bitter taste in her mouth. The scent seeming familiar to her.

If only Melody knew that Phoebe had actually gone into her mom's room and rifled through her dirty laundry to find the filthiest pair to stuff in her mouth. Cynthia's intimate scent now invaded Melody's senses, though she remained blissfully unaware of the true source of her humiliation.
Plastic crinkled somewhere behind her. A buckle clinked. Melody strained against the handcuffs, confusion mounting as she tried to interpret the sounds. What had Phoebe bought with her money?
Cool fingers suddenly trailed along her exposed slit, making her jolt. Despite her predicament, her body responded instantly, hips pushing back against Phoebe's teasing touch.

"Look at you," Phoebe taunted, circling Melody's entrance. "Already soaking wet. Such a desperate little slut."

Melody tried to protest through the gag, but only muffled whimpers escaped. Her face burned with shame even as her body betrayed her, leaking like a faucet at Phoebe's skilled touch.

Without warning, Phoebe thrust a finger deep inside her. The pleasure was unimaginable after only a couple days of desperate need. Melody moaned uncontrollably, all dignity forgotten as her body chased the sensation.

Then emptiness. Melody whimpered at the loss, pushing her hips back, seeking contact. "Look at you, humping the air, you're so pathetic," Phoebe commented.

Something larger pressed against her entrance, smooth, unyielding, not fingers. Her eyes widened behind the blindfold. She tried to protest, but before she could manage even a muffled objection, the object slid deep inside her.

It withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in. With each deep thrust, she felt Phoebe's body press against her backside. The rhythm was unmistakable. Phoebe's hips slapped against her with each forward motion.

Was Phoebe actually fucking her? The realization hit Melody like a thunderbolt. Whatever Phoebe had purchased was now being used to fuck her like some cheap whore.

Melody's mind reeled even as her body welcomed each thrust, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion, betraying her with pleasure she couldn't deny.
 
Phoebe gripped Melody's hips tighter, driving the silicone shaft deeper with each thrust. The power she felt was intoxicating, watching Melody's body respond despite her obvious humiliation.
"How do you like that, Smelly Melly? How does my big cock feel in that slutty pussy?" Phoebe's voice dripped with cruel satisfaction. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Melody whimpered through the gag, her body shuddering with reluctant pleasure as she nodded emphatically.

"Beg me," Phoebe commanded, slowing her thrusts to torturous, shallow motions. "Beg me through that gag. Tell me how badly you want it!"

Melody's muffled pleas came out as unintelligible moans, but the desperation in them was unmistakable. Her hips pushed back, seeking deeper penetration, betraying her desires despite her mind's objections.

"That's what I thought," Phoebe laughed, resuming her relentless pace. "You're nothing but a desperate little whore. Look at you, blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and still begging for more."
Sweat glistened on Melody's back as her body tensed and trembled. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds as Phoebe drove into her again and again. The harness pressed against Phoebe's sex, giving her some pleasure of her own.

Without warning, Phoebe gathered saliva in her mouth and spat directly between Melody's ass cheeks. The glob of moisture slid down to where Melody was most vulnerable.
"Remember how much you liked this last time?" Phoebe asked, massaging the saliva around Melody's puckered entrance.

Melody shook her head frantically, but her body tensed with anticipation.

Phoebe slid her thumb in slowly, feeling the tight resistance. "I know this fit last time, but do you think two would fit?"

Before Melody could process the question, Phoebe spat again and began working her other thumb alongside the first. Melody's back arched sharply, her muffled cries growing louder as Phoebe stretched her.

"So tight," Phoebe commented casually, as if discussing the weather. "But your greedy little hole is taking both. You're such a natural whore."

Melody's moans transformed into something primal and unrestrained. Her entire body convulsed as Phoebe maintained the dual invasion while continuing to thrust the strap-on inside her. Without warning, Melody's muscles clenched violently, and a rush of fluid gushed out around the silicone shaft, soaking the sheets beneath her.

"Oh my god, you're squirting all over my cock," Phoebe exclaimed, half disgusted and half fascinated. "What a mess you're making of your own bed."

But Phoebe didn't stop. If anything, Melody's intense orgasm only fueled her determination to push further. She maintained her relentless pace, forcing Melody through the aftershocks of her climax and immediately building toward another.

"Did I say you could come?" Phoebe taunted, driving deeper. "I don't remember giving you permission."

Melody's body, hypersensitive after her orgasm, twitched uncontrollably with each thrust. Her muffled sounds became a continuous, desperate wail as Phoebe's thumbs continued stretching her from behind while the strap-on pounded relentlessly.

"Since you came without permission, you'll keep coming until I say stop," Phoebe declared, adjusting her angle to hit the spot that made Melody's thighs quiver. "Let's see how many orgasms that greedy pussy can take."

The second orgasm hit Melody faster than the first, her body having no time to recover. Her wrists pulled against the handcuffs, metal biting into skin as her back arched impossibly high. More fluid gushed from her, splashing against Phoebe's thighs.

"Two," Phoebe counted coldly. "We're just getting started."

Melody lost track of time as Phoebe forced orgasm after orgasm from her overstimulated body. Three, four, five, she stopped counting, lost in a haze of sensation. Her throat grew raw from screaming and moaning into the gag, her wrists chafed from straining against the handcuffs, and still Phoebe continued, relentless in her degradation.

"Look at you," Phoebe jeered, slapping Melody's ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "You've completely soaked your bed. What would your precious mother think if she saw you like this? Her perfect daughter reduced to a dripping, whimpering mess."

The mention of her mother should have horrified Melody, but she was beyond coherent thought, her mind blank with overwhelming sensation. Another orgasm ripped through her, weaker than the others but still powerful enough to make her collapse forward, face pressed into the mattress while her hips remained elevated by Phoebe's grip.

At the same time, something unexpected was happening to Phoebe, as she continued this performance of dominance. The power rushing through her veins, the sight of Melody completely at her mercy, the sounds of pleasure mixed with distress, it all combined to create a dangerous cocktail of arousal that Phoebe hadn't anticipated.

The harness pressed against her own sensitive flesh with each thrust. The friction, combined with the psychological thrill of complete control, built a pressure deep in Phoebe's core. She tried to ignore it, focus on Melody's degradation, but her own breathing grew ragged, her movements less controlled.

"You're nothing," Phoebe gasped, feeling the telltale tingling spread through her lower body. "Nothing but a toy for me to play with."

The tingling intensified, spreading from between her legs throughout her entire body. Phoebe's rhythm faltered as she realized what was happening, she was approaching her own climax without even being touched directly.

"Fuck," she whispered, trying to regain control, but it was too late.

The orgasm hit Phoebe like a freight train, unexpected and overwhelming. Her hips jerked erratically as waves of pleasure crashed through her, more intense than anything she'd experienced before. She bit her lip to prevent any sounds from escaping, not wanting to give Melody the satisfaction of knowing what had happened.

Phoebe froze, buried deep inside Melody, as she rode out her own secret climax. Her entire body shuddered with the force of it, mind momentarily blank with pleasure. When the waves finally subsided, confusion and something like shame washed over her.

She'd gotten off on this, not just emotionally or psychologically, but physically. She'd had an actual orgasm from degrading Melody. What did that mean? Phoebe pushed the disturbing question aside, focusing instead on maintaining her façade of control.

"Had enough yet?" she asked, her voice impressively steady despite the earthquake that had just rocked her body. She pulled out abruptly, leaving Melody empty and whimpering.
Melody lay motionless except for the trembling that still ran through her exhausted muscles. Her chest heaved with labored breathing, her body utterly spent.

Phoebe quietly unstrapped the harness, wiping between her own legs to hide any evidence of how affected she'd been. No one could ever know that she'd experienced her own mind-blowing orgasm without being touched, especially not Melody. That knowledge could shift the power dynamic, and power was everything to Phoebe.

As Phoebe removed the handcuffs, Melody's arms flopped limply to her sides. Her wrists bore angry red marks from where she'd strained against the metal. The blindfold came off next, and Melody blinked slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden light. When Phoebe finally pulled the underwear from her mouth, Melody could only emit a weak moan, her jaw sore from being forced open for so long.

She collapsed onto the wet sheets, her body utterly spent. The multiple orgasms had left her in a state of blissful delirium, with her muscles twitching occasionally, mind floating somewhere distant and peaceful. She lay there panting, unable to form coherent thoughts, much less words. Her hair stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead, and her thighs trembled with aftershocks.

"Look at you," Phoebe's voice seemed to come from far away. "Completely fucked stupid."

Melody managed to focus her eyes, blinking away the post-orgasmic haze. Phoebe stood at the foot of the bed, holding the harness in her hand. The dildo jutting from it was massive, thick, black, and intimidating. Melody's eyes widened as she realized that was what was inside her.

"What do you think?" Phoebe asked, stroking the silicone shaft with exaggerated pride. "Can you believe this huge cock just slid into your pussy?" She paused, sneering. "Actually, yours doesn't deserve to be called a pussy. Can you believe this huge black cock slid into your cunt like it was nothing?"

Melody tried to respond, but only managed a hoarse whimper. Her throat felt raw from screaming.
"No regular girl wouldn't be able to take this massive thing, much less as their first cock," Phoebe continued, twisting the knife deeper. "You really are a slut, you know. Nine inches of thick cock, and you took every inch like you were born for it."

The words should have hurt, should have humiliated her, but Melody was too exhausted to feel shame. Her body felt disconnected from her mind, still floating on endorphins and pleasure chemicals.

"Anyway, I think that was enough excitement for tonight," Phoebe said, dropping the harness, and the dildo right on Melody's bed next to her. "Clean this up for me, okay? I'm going to bed."

Melody, stared at the large wet dildo with unfocused eyes. The silicone glistened with her own fluids.
"Oh, and just so you know," Phoebe added casually, heading for the door, "June bought one to use on your mommy too, with your own money, your mom should really be thanking you for the gift she'll get tonight. A smaller one, of course. I don't think even your mom's pussy is as loose as your cunt." She paused at the doorway, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Anyway, don't be worried if you hear more weird noises from your mommy's room later tonight. That's just June railing her."

The door closed behind Phoebe, leaving Melody alone with the soaked sheets, her aching body, and the massive dildo that had just stolen what little remained of her innocence.

Slowly, painfully, she rolled onto her side. The room spun slightly. Her throat felt parched, her lips dry and cracked. She should get up. She should clean herself. She should strip the wet sheets from her bed.

Instead, she curled into a ball, the events of the night crashing down on her now that the pleasure had subsided. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, silent streams running down her cheeks and pooling beneath her face. She had enjoyed it. Despite the humiliation, despite the degradation, her body had betrayed her completely. Every orgasm had been real. Every shudder of pleasure authentic.

What kind of person did that make her?

She lay there for nearly an hour before finding the strength to move. Her legs wobbled beneath her as she stood, feeling like a newborn fawn. The sheets came off first, bundled hastily and stuffed into her hamper. She'd have to do laundry tomorrow before her mother noticed.

The dildo still lay on the bare mattress, a silent accusation. Following Phoebe's orders had become second nature, so Melody dutifully carried it to the bathroom, running it under warm water until it was clean. She wrapped it in a towel and tucked it under her arm, unsure what to do with it.
After a quick shower to wash away the sweat and other fluids, Melody pulled on her pajamas and returned the dildo to the guest room where Phoebe was staying. She knocked softly, but there was no answer. The door was unlocked, so she slipped inside, placed the wrapped dildo on the dresser, and retreated without waking Phoebe.

Sleep came in waves. Every time Melody closed her eyes, she relived the sensations... the fullness, the stretching, the overwhelming pleasure. Her body ached pleasantly, a constant reminder of what had happened. Around midnight, she finally drifted into a deeper sleep.

The sound of a door closing jolted her awake. Bleary-eyed, Melody checked her phone, it was 1:13 AM. Footsteps padded past her room, followed by another door opening and closing. June returning from the movie, no doubt heading to her mother's bedroom.

Melody's bladder pressed uncomfortably. She'd been too exhausted earlier to notice, but now the need was urgent. Reluctantly, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

As she washed her hands, she heard it, a muffled cry from her mother's room. Melody froze, water still running over her fingers. Another cry, louder this time, followed by a thump against the wall.
"June!" Her mother's voice, high and desperate, carried clearly through the hall.

Melody shut off the faucet and hurried back toward her room, but the sounds only grew louder. The rhythmic creak of her mother's bed frame. The headboard knocking against the wall. Her mother's voice rising in pitch, crying out June's name over and over.

"Take it, take it all," June's voice commanded, barely audible but unmistakable.

Melody slammed her door shut and dove under her covers, pulling her pillow over her head. But the sounds penetrated even that barrier, her mother's cries growing more frantic, more animal. The image of June wearing a strap-on similar to Phoebe's, driving it into her mother, flashed unbidden through Melody's mind.

"God, yes! Right there!" Cynthia's voice carried through the walls, sounding nothing like the composed woman Melody knew.

June's responding laugh was cruel and triumphant.

Melody squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the mental pictures forming. Her mother, spread-eagled on the bed. June between her legs, thrusting. The same pleasure Melody had experienced being forced upon her mother.

The sounds continued for what felt like hours, moans, cries, occasional words too explicit for Melody to process coming from her mother's mouth. When they finally subsided, Melody's clock read 2:36 AM.

In the sudden silence, Melody lay wide awake, her mind racing. Sleep evaded her completely as she stared at the ceiling, listening to her own heartbeat. Her mother and June. Phoebe and herself. Their household had transformed into something unrecognizable.

The night stretched endlessly as Melody's thoughts spiraled. By dawn, she had barely slept, dark circles forming beneath her eyes. The morning would bring a new day, but Melody knew nothing would ever be the same. Her body, her home, her relationship with her mother, everything had changed in ways she couldn't yet fully comprehend.


PART 7

June savored the domesticity of Cynthia's kitchen. The morning light streamed through the windows as she sat at the counter, watching Cynthia prepare breakfast. Thirty days of stolen kisses, secret touches, and nights filled with passion had transformed June's world completely.

"More coffee, babe?" Cynthia reached for June's mug, her robe falling open slightly to reveal the curve of her breast.

"Please." June stretched languidly, enjoying how Cynthia's eyes followed her movement.

When Melody trudged downstairs minutes later, June and Cynthia were already seated at the table, their feet playing beneath it. The thrill of danger sparked through June's body as she maintained eye contact with Melody while slipping her toe up Cynthia's calf.

"Sleep well, honey?" Cynthia asked her daughter, completely oblivious to Melody's hollow-eyed stare.

"Fine," Melody mumbled, reaching for the orange juice.

June bit into her toast, suppressing a smile. The past month had been a delicious game of cat and mouse. While Melody knew about their relationship, she had no idea how completely June had integrated herself into Cynthia's life. The whispered conversations about the future. The shared fantasies. The way Cynthia's eyes lit up whenever June entered a room.

Later that afternoon, while Melody was upstairs studying, June cornered Cynthia in the laundry room.

"They'll hear us," Cynthia protested weakly as June pushed her against the washing machine.

"Not if you stay quiet." June's hands slid beneath Cynthia's shirt, finding bare skin. "That's what makes it fun."

The risk of discovery sent adrenaline coursing through June's veins. Cynthia melted against her, surrendering completely as she always did. June reveled in her power over this beautiful woman who could have had anyone but chose her.

This house felt like home now. The polished countertops, the family photos, the well-stocked refrigerator, all symbols of the stability June had craved her entire life. Her own childhood home stood in stark contrast with it's empty liquor bottles, unpaid bills, and parents who barely acknowledged her existence. She'd raised herself, learning to cook because no one else would feed her, learning to clean because if she didn't do it, no one else would.

Here, June felt worthy. Valued. Loved.

"I'm thinking of making that pasta you like for dinner," Cynthia whispered between kisses.

June smiled against her neck. "You spoil me."

"You deserve to be spoiled."

The words washed over June like a baptism, cleansing away years of neglect.

Later, watching Cynthia move around the kitchen, June's chest tightened with something beyond desire. This woman with her perfect life, perfect home, and perfect daughter had opened her world to June. And June wanted all of it.

She thought of Melody probably hunched over her room doing homework. Poor, pathetic Melody with her good grades and her naive trust. Phoebe might enjoy breaking Melody down piece by piece, humiliating her for sport, but June's ambitions ran deeper.

She didn't want to destroy Melody's life.

She wanted to replace Melody in it.

Every night spent in Cynthia's bed, every shared meal, every intimate conversation brought June closer to her goal. Cynthia had already begun talking about June's future, offering to help with whatever she wanted to do with her life, suggesting she might stay here instead of returning to her parents' house once she graduates.

June squeezed Cynthia's hand whenever she passed by, earning a loving smile in return. This was everything she'd ever wanted, security, comfort, belonging. And unlike her worthless parents, Cynthia offered these things freely, wrapped in affection and stability.
June wasn't just sleeping with Melody's mother.
She was becoming Cynthia's world and her person.

June couldn't keep her hands off Cynthia. During their shopping trip, she kept brushing against her in the aisles, letting her fingers linger when passing items, stealing glances that promised more. The secrecy had been thrilling at first, but now it felt like a barrier.

"I wish I could kiss you right now," June whispered as they stood in the frozen foods section, their breath fogging in the chilled air.

Cynthia blushed, glancing around nervously. "Someone might see."

"Would that be so terrible?" June's eyes locked onto hers, challenging. "I want to hold your hand when we walk. I want to tell you I love you without looking over my shoulder first."

The words hung between them, echoing what they'd whispered to each other just last night, tangled in Cynthia's sheets after hours of exploration that left them both breathless and sated. June had pushed Cynthia further than ever before, discovering new ways to make her whimper and beg.
Later that evening, after dinner, they sat on the back porch while Melody and Phoebe "studied" upstairs. The sunset painted the sky in pinks and oranges, reflecting off Cynthia's golden hair.

"We need to talk about us," June said, her fingers tracing patterns on Cynthia's thigh. "About where this is going."

Cynthia sighed, her eyes troubled. "I know. This sneaking around... it's exhausting."

"Then let's stop hiding." June shifted closer. "At least from Melody. She deserves to know."

"And what about everyone else? Your friends? My colleagues?" Cynthia's voice cracked. "I'm nearly twice your age, June."

June took Cynthia's hands in hers. "We tell Melody first. Then, once I graduate, we go public. Take it step by step."

"Melody will hate me." Cynthia's eyes welled with tears. "She'll think I've lost my mind."

"She won't," June insisted, knowing full well how Melody would react but not caring in the slightest. "She loves us both. She'll want us to be happy."

Cynthia looked unconvinced. "You don't know what it's like, being a mother. The judgment from other parents, the whispers..."

"Fuck them," June said fiercely. "Does anyone else make you feel the way I do?"

Cynthia's expression softened. "No. Nobody ever has."

"Then that's all that matters." June leaned in, kissing her deeply, possessively.

Later that night, wrapped in each other's arms, Cynthia finally relented. "Okay. We'll tell Melody this weekend."

June traced her fingertips along Cynthia's collarbone, satisfaction spreading through her. "You won't regret it. I promise."

"I hope not." Cynthia stared at the ceiling, conflict clear in her eyes. "I love you, but I love her too. She's my daughter, my whole world before you came along."

"And now?" June asked, her voice deceptively gentle.

"Now my world has expanded." Cynthia turned to face her. "But I'm terrified of hurting her."

June kissed her forehead. "Sometimes we need to do what makes us happy, even if others don't understand at first."

Cynthia nodded, clearly not convinced but unwilling to argue further. She'd do anything to keep June, even risk her relationship with Melody. The realization both thrilled and terrified her.
June fell asleep with a smile on her face knowing once Cynthia told Melody there was no going back. The ultimate victory was within reach.

"Everything hinges on tomorrow night," June said, setting a handwritten script in front of Melody. They sat in Melody's bedroom, door locked to ensure privacy. "Your mom is going to sit you down and tell you about us."

Melody stared at the paper, her stomach churning. "This is what you want me to say?"

"Not what I want, it's what you need to say." June's voice carried that familiar edge that Melody had learned meant danger. "Let's practice."

For the next hour, June drilled Melody on her responses. Each time Melody's delivery lacked enthusiasm or sounded forced, June reminded her of the videos waiting to be sent to every college admissions office.

"Again," June commanded, pacing the room. "This time with feeling."

"I'm so happy for you both," Melody recited, the words burning her throat. "I've noticed how you light up when June's around, Mom. All I want is your happiness."

June crossed her arms. "Too robotic. Again."

Melody swallowed her disgust and tried once more, injecting false warmth into her voice. The script June had written was nauseatingly full of supportive platitudes and enthusiasm for their relationship that Melody could never genuinely feel.

"Much better," June nodded. "Now let's try the part where she asks if you're upset."

June sat opposite Melody, suddenly transforming her posture and expression to eerily mimic Cynthia. "Honey, I know this might be hard to process. Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Mom," Melody replied, forcing a smile so wide it hurt her cheeks, "June is amazing, and you deserve someone who makes you happy. Age is just a number."

The words tasted like poison. Inside, Melody screamed at the thought of her mother, her protector, her role model, falling for June's manipulations. The girl who had tortured her for months, who had helped Phoebe humiliate her in ways she couldn't even speak about, was now positioning herself as her mom's girlfriend.

"Good girl," June patted Melody's cheek condescendingly. "Remember, one wrong move and your future goes up in flames."

Later that evening, June cornered Cynthia in the kitchen while Melody pretended to study upstairs.
"I've been thinking about how to approach Melody," June said, sliding her arms around Cynthia's waist. "You should emphasize how much you still love her, how this doesn't change anything between you two."

Cynthia nodded gratefully. "I'm so nervous. What if she hates me?"

"She won't," June assured her. "Trust me, I know Melody better than you think. Just follow my advice, and everything will go perfectly."

From the stairwell, Melody watched their interaction, seeing how completely her mother had fallen under June's spell. Her mother who was once so strong and independent was now seeking approval from a manipulative 21 year old.

When June left the kitchen, Melody retreated to her room, collapsing onto her bed. She pulled out the script again, reading through the sickening lines. Tomorrow night, she would perform like her life depended on it because in many ways, it did.

In the bathroom, Melody splashed cold water on her face, staring at her reflection. She was so horny that all she wanted was to cum, but Phoebe refused, saying that her orgasm would also depend on her performance. The girl looking back seemed like a stranger with hollow-eyed and a defeated expression. She'd become a puppet, with June and Phoebe pulling all the strings.

"Just get through tomorrow," she whispered to herself. "Just say the words."

But as she dried her face, a flicker of something unfamiliar sparked within her, not quite rebellion, not yet resistance, but the faintest beginning of something that might eventually become either. For now, though, she had a performance to prepare for, and June would accept nothing less than perfection.

Later that night, a soft knock interrupted Melody's thoughts as she sat cross-legged on her bed, rehearsing June's script one last time.

"Mel? Can I come in?" Cynthia's voice carried through the door.

Melody's heart hammered against her ribs, she hid the paper under her pillow. "Sure, Mom."
Cynthia entered, closing the door behind her. She looked nervous, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater as she perched on the edge of Melody's bed.

"There's something I need to talk to you about," Cynthia said, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Melody swallowed hard, carefully arranging her features into a mask of curious innocence. "What's up?"

Cynthia took a deep breath. "Honey, you know I love you more than anything in this world, right?"
"Of course, Mom." The words came automatically, at least this part was genuine.

"When I had you, I was so young. Just a kid myself." Cynthia's eyes grew distant. "And I've never regretted having you, not for a second. But I did sacrifice a lot including my social life, my most fun years, relationships and even some career opportunities."

Melody nodded, the script playing in her head as she delivered her lines. "You gave up so much for me. I've always known that, and I'm so grateful, Mom. Really."

Cynthia's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Thank you for saying that. It means a lot." She reached for Melody's hand, squeezing it gently. "But now that you're nearly grown, I've been thinking that maybe it's time I started living a little for myself too."

"You absolutely should," Melody agreed, forcing enthusiasm into her voice. "You deserve to be happy, Mom."

"That's actually why I wanted to talk to you." Cynthia's cheeks flushed pink. "I've... met someone. And it's gotten pretty serious."

Melody widened her eyes, playing her part perfectly. "Really? Mom, that's wonderful!"

"You think so?" Hope bloomed across Cynthia's face. "I was worried you might feel... I don't know, like I was replacing our time together or something."

"No way." Melody shook her head emphatically. "I want you to have someone special in your life."
Cynthia took another deep breath, clearly gathering courage. "There's something else you should know. The person I'm seeing... it's not exactly conventional."

Melody waited, heart pounding.

"It's June." The words tumbled out in a rush. "June and I are in love."

Melody froze for a calculated second, allowing shock to register on her face before quickly transforming it into delight. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around her mother.

"That's the best news ever!" she exclaimed, the words bitter on her tongue. "You and June are perfect for each other!"

Cynthia pulled back, eyes searching Melody's face. "You're not upset? Or weirded out? She's your friend, and she's younger than me, and—"

"Mom," Melody interrupted, reciting June's script verbatim, "age is just a number when it comes to love. And June is amazing, she's mature and kind and caring." Each false compliment felt like swallowing glass. "I'm so, so happy for you both. You deserve someone as great as that."

Confusion flickered across Cynthia's face. "I thought you'd need time to process this. I was prepared for you to be upset, at least at first."

"Why would I be upset about my mom finding happiness?" Melody's cheeks ached from forced smiling. "Honestly, I've noticed how you light up when June's around. All I want is your happiness."

Cynthia's eyes welled with tears. She pulled Melody into another embrace. "You are the most incredible daughter. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

Over her mother's shoulder, Melody's smile faltered. The irony wasn't lost on her. Cynthia thought herself blessed with an understanding daughter, never suspecting that Melody's supportive reaction had been crafted by the very person manipulating them both.

"Does this mean June will be around more?" Melody asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes, if that's okay with you." Cynthia wiped away a tear. "She actually suggested moving in with us after graduation."

Melody's stomach lurched, but her smile remained fixed. "That would be perfect. It'll be like having a sister."

Cynthia laughed, relief washing over her face. "I can't believe how well this went. I've been so nervous."

"There's no need to be nervous with me. I'll want whatever makes you happy no matter what," Melody said softly. "I love you, Mom. Always."

As Cynthia left the room, practically floating with happiness, Melody's performance collapsed. She curled into herself into the fetal position thinking about what she just did. The real guilt was that the blackmail wasn't even the main driving force for her obedience, it was her desperation for another orgasm and now because of that June had won.
 

"June! Come in here!" Cynthia called out, returning to Melody's room with her voice bubbling with excitement.
June appeared at Melody's doorway, her expression carefully neutral until she saw Cynthia's beaming face. "How did it go?"

"You were right. Everything went perfectly," Cynthia replied, reaching for June. They embraced, Cynthia's arms wrapping around June's waist as June's hands slid possessively up Cynthia's back. The hug lingered longer than necessary, their bodies pressed together in a way that was unmistakably intimate.

Melody sat on her bed, stomach churning as she watched her mother melt into June's arms.
"Melody is more than accepting," Cynthia continued, pulling back just enough to look at June's face while keeping their bodies connected. "She's actually happy for us. Can you believe it?"

June's eyes flicked to Melody over Cynthia's shoulder, a glint of triumph in them. "I told you she'd understand." She looked back at Cynthia. "Your daughter loves you after all."

"I'm beginning to think maybe Melody was trying to play matchmaker all along," June added, her voice playful. "Maybe she knew we'd be perfect for each other before we did."

Cynthia laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Is that true, Mel? Were you plotting behind our backs?"

Melody forced her lips into a smile. "Very funny but you two just... make sense together."

"Come here." June extended her arm, inviting Melody into their embrace. "Group hug for our new little family."

The word 'family' struck Melody like a physical blow. She rose robotically from the bed and joined the hug, her body stiff as June and her mother enveloped her. June's arm wrapped around her waist, fingers digging into her side in a warning squeeze.

"Room for one more?"
Phoebe appeared in the doorway, her innocent expression belying the malicious gleam in her eyes.

"Of course!" Cynthia waved her in. "The more the merrier!"

The four of them stood in a circle, arms entangled. Melody felt trapped, suffocating in the middle of this twisted tableau. June's hand on her back, Phoebe's arm around her shoulder, her mother's perfume filling her nostrils, it was all too much. Too close. Too wrong.

"This is so wonderful," Cynthia sighed, her face glowing with happiness. "I'll remember this moment forever."

Melody would remember it too. The moment she realized she'd lost her mother completely.
After several excruciating seconds, Phoebe pulled back. "We should give the lovebirds some privacy." She tugged on Melody's arm. "Come on, Mel. Let's let these two have some alone time."
Relief washed over Melody as she extracted herself from the hug. Phoebe led her out of the bedroom, closing the door behind them, leaving June and Cynthia alone.

In the hallway, Melody turned to Phoebe, eyes desperate. "I did everything you and June asked. I followed the script exactly."

"You did good," Phoebe admitted, walking toward the guest room.
Melody followed, anticipation building in her chest. "So...?"

"So what?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow.

"You promised that you'd make me cum if I did what you asked." Melody's voice dropped to a whisper, cheeks burning with humiliation. The constant arousal a permanent side effect of that cream had built up to unbearable levels.

Phoebe yawned dramatically. "I'm going to sleep."

"What? But you promised!"

"Did I?" Phoebe tilted her head. "I don't recall making any specific promises about tonight."
Melody's shoulders slumped. "Please, Phoebe. I'm dying here."

"No."

The simple word hit Melody like a slap. Desperation overcame her pride. "I'll do anything you want. Anything at all."

Phoebe paused, considering. "Anything?"

"Yes," Melody nodded eagerly.

"Hmm." Phoebe tapped her chin. "I have an idea. Use that brain of yours to think of a way to show your mom and June how happy you are for them."

"What do you mean?" Melody asked confused.

"A gift, dummy. Something to show your support for their relationship."

Melody stared at her. "It's almost midnight. The stores are closed, and you took all my money anyway."

"Excuses, excuses." Phoebe sighed dramatically. "That's all I'm hearing."

"But what am I supposed to..."

"Figure it out," Phoebe interrupted. "If the gift is good enough, maybe I'll let you cum. If not..." She shrugged. "There's always next week."

The thought of enduring another week of constant, unsatisfied arousal made Melody's knees weak, she was losing her mind waiting this long, another week would be impossible. "Phoebe, please!"
Phoebe stepped into the guest room. "Goodnight, Smelly Mel. Sweet dreams."

The door slammed in Melody's face, leaving her alone in the hallway. Then it hit her that June and her mom were in her bedroom, and she could hear the soft murmur of her mother's voice followed by June's low laughter. She went downstairs to the kitchen to brainstorm not wanting to interrupt whatever it was they were doing.

Melody pressed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the persistent ache between them. A gift. What kind of gift could she possibly give them at this hour with no money? She paced up and down and racked her brain until she heard her bedroom close and the patter of feet moving quickly down the hall.

She shuffled to her room, her bed was messier than she remembered it but she tried not the think about what they were doing. Instead her mind was racing with increasingly desperate ideas as the sounds of her mother and June's lovemaking began to filter through the walls. Each moan from her mother sent a fresh wave of disgust through Melody, layered with her own unwanted arousal.

Sleep would not come easily tonight. Not with her body screaming for release and her mind trapped in a prison of June and Phoebe's making. A prison her mother had unwittingly helped construct.
Melody tossed and turned all night, the sounds of pleasure from her mother's bedroom eventually subsiding but her mind continuing to race. By dawn, she'd formed a plan, one that would satisfy Phoebe's sadistic appetite while appeasing June's desire for validation. The formula was simple: complete self-debasement for her tormentors' pleasure.

She slipped out of bed at six, padding downstairs to begin preparations. The kitchen became her command center as she pulled out ingredients and mapped out the day's schedule on a notepad. If she was going to humiliate herself, she might as well do it thoroughly.

"What are you doing up so early?" Phoebe yawned, appearing in the doorway as Melody whisked eggs for the breakfast quiche.

"I thought of the perfect gift," Melody replied, not looking up from her task. "I'm giving them a complete day of pampering."

Phoebe's eyebrow arched with interest. "Go on."

"Breakfast in bed, foot massages, a romantic dinner with wine and candles when they return from the movie I'm buying tickets for." Melody gestured to the notepad. "I'll be their personal servant all day."

A slow smile spread across Phoebe's face. "And what will you be wearing for this... service?"
Melody swallowed her pride. "I found an old dress that you all got for me from the thrift store, that looks just like a cleaning lady's outfit. I also found an apron. And those ugly orthopedic shoes."
"The beige ones that make your feet look like loaves of bread?" Phoebe snickered.

"Those exact ones." Melody continued preparing the quiche, adding spinach and cheese to the mixture.

"Not bad," Phoebe said, grabbing a seat while she snacked on some grapes from the counter. "This is too good to miss."

By eight o'clock, the quiche was baking, fresh coffee was brewing, and a tray of sliced fruit had been artfully arranged. Melody changed into the drab housekeeping dress, cinching the shapeless garment with the white apron. The shoes completed the transformation, making her look like an overgrown Girl Scout rather than the bombshell she naturally was.

"Perfect," Phoebe declared, snapping a picture with her phone. "You look absolutely pathetic."
"That's the point, isn't it?" Melody muttered.

"Careful with that attitude." Phoebe wagged her finger. "Remember what you're working toward."
The reminder of potential release sent a fresh wave of arousal through Melody's body. She bit her lip, nodding.

At nine, Melody carried the breakfast trays upstairs, Phoebe followed her closely knocking gently on Cynthia's bedroom door as Melody's hands were full.

Cynthia's sleepy "Come in" was followed by the rustling of sheets. When Melody entered, Cynthia sat propped against the headboard, June curled against her side. Both wore thin tank tops, their hair tousled from sleep and other activities. The room smelled of sweat and sex, and was musty to say the least.

"What's all this?" Cynthia asked, her eyes widening at the spread.

"Melody wanted to surprise you two lovebirds," Phoebe explained, setting down one tray while Melody placed the other.

Melody forced a bright smile. "I wanted to show you both how happy I am about your relationship."
June's expression shifted from confusion to smug satisfaction as she assessed Melody's dowdy outfit. "That's so thoughtful of you, Mel."

"The outfit is part of it too," Phoebe added helpfully. "Melody's going to be your personal servant today."

Cynthia frowned slightly. "Oh honey, you don't have to..."

"I want to," Melody interrupted, her voice artificially cheerful. "Please, let me do this for you both."
June adjusted the sheets, sitting up straighter. "If she wants to pamper us, we shouldn't deny her that pleasure."

Cynthia relented, though confusion lingered in her eyes. "Well, everything looks delicious."

"And that's not all," Melody continued, pulling the movie tickets from her apron pocket. "I got you tickets to that new romantic comedy you wanted to see, Mom. The 1:30 showing. I'll drive you both and pick you up."

"And while you're enjoying your date," Phoebe added, "Melody will be preparing a gourmet dinner for when you return."

"With candles and music," Melody nodded. "And before you go to the movie, I thought you might enjoy foot massages while you eat breakfast."

June couldn't contain her delight. "That sounds heavenly."

Melody knelt at the foot of the bed, her stomach churning as she gently took her mother's foot in her hands. She began massaging, her fingers working the arch of Cynthia's foot while maintaining her bright, servile smile.

"This is so unnecessary," Cynthia protested weakly, though she made no move to pull her foot away.
"But it feels good, doesn't it?" June asked, her toes wiggling in anticipation of her turn.

"It does," Cynthia admitted, relaxing back against the pillows. Little did Melody know the two of them were naked from the waist down.

Melody moved methodically, focusing on the mechanical aspects of the massage rather than the reality of her situation. After finishing with her mother, she shifted to June, whose eyes gleamed with malicious enjoyment.

"You're so good at this, Melody," June purred. "Must be all that practice."

The double meaning wasn't lost on Melody, who kept her eyes down, concentrating on June's feet rather than the smirk she knew was playing across her tormentor's face.

"I'll start washing up and cleaning up the house while you enjoy your breakfast," Melody announced when she finished. "And then I'll decorate for tonight."

"Decorate?" Cynthia asked.

"Candles, mood lighting," Phoebe explained. "To make it extra romantic for when you return from your date."

June's hand found Cynthia's under the covers. "Your daughter thinks of everything."

Melody stood, smoothing her apron. "Is there anything else you'd like before I start on the chores?"
"This is more than enough," Cynthia said, still looking slightly bewildered by the transformation in her daughter.

"Actually," June interjected, "I'd love some more pillows to prop up with while we eat."

"Right away," Melody nodded, hurrying to the hall closet.

As she gathered extra pillows, Phoebe cornered her, voice low. "This is actually perfect. I didn't think you had it in you."

"Does this mean you'll—" Melody couldn't finish the sentence, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.
"If you keep this up all day?" Phoebe pretended to consider. "I just might. But you need to really sell it you know, complete devotion to their happiness."

"I will," Melody promised, desperate enough to agree to anything.

As she returned to the bedroom with the pillows, she found June feeding her mother a strawberry, their faces close enough to kiss. The sight sent a pang through Melody's chest—not just disgust or embarrassment, but a deep, aching sadness for what she had lost. Her mother, once her protector and ally, now looked at June with the kind of adoration that had once been reserved for Melody alone.

"Your pillows," Melody announced, maintaining her cheerful façade.

"Perfect timing," June smiled, taking the pillows. "I was just telling your mom how lucky she is to have such a supportive daughter."

The entire scene of June in bed with her mom made Melody's skin crawl, but she simply nodded, backing toward the door. "I'll start on the chores now. Enjoy your breakfast."

As she closed the door behind her, Melody leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. The day stretched endlessly before her, each hour promising new humiliations, but she would endure it all for the promise of relief from the relentless, maddening arousal that had become her constant companion.

Melody cleaned the entire house with single-minded determination, scrubbing floors, dusting shelves, and polishing silverware until every surface gleamed. The physical labor provided a temporary distraction from her internal turmoil, even as sweat dampened her ugly uniform and her hands grew raw from cleaning products.

Just as she finished vacuuming the last room, her mother and June descended the stairs, dressed for their movie date. Cynthia wore a fitted sundress that highlighted her figure, while June had somehow managed to transform one of Melody's own blouses into something that looked effortlessly stylish paired with skinny jeans.

"You've been busy," Cynthia remarked, looking around at the spotless living room. "The place looks amazing."

June slipped her arm through Cynthia's. "Our little maid is quite thorough."

Melody forced a smile, grabbing her mother's car keys from the hook by the door. "Your chariot awaits."

She held the doors open for them, first the front door, then the car doors, playing the part of chauffeur with painful precision. As she drove them to the theater, she caught glimpses of June's hand resting on her mother's thigh in the rearview mirror. Each casual touch was like a knife twisting in her gut.

"We'll text when the movie's over," June said as Melody pulled up to the theater entrance.
"Enjoy your date," Melody replied mechanically, watching them walk away hand in hand before driving home, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

Back at the house, Phoebe was nowhere to be seen, but Melody figured she was relaxing somewhere, but there was no time to think about her right now. The clock was ticking, and she had an elaborate dinner to prepare.

She worked feverishly in the kitchen, starting with a light salad drizzled with homemade Caesar dressing. The alfredo sauce for the pasta came next, creamy and rich, complemented by perfectly grilled chicken. For dessert, she prepared chocolate soufflés, setting them aside to bake just before serving.

The dining room underwent a transformation as Melody covered the table with their best tablecloth, arranged fresh flowers in a crystal vase, and strategically placed scented candles that she would light upon their return. She dimmed the lights to create a romantic atmosphere, then chilled her mother's favorite wine in a bucket of ice.

By the time her phone buzzed with a text from June, everything was ready. Melody drove back to the theater, her body aching from hours of labor, to find her mother and June waiting at the curb, their bodies pressed close together despite the warm evening.

"How was the movie?" Melody asked as they slid into the backseat.

"Forgettable," June replied with a smirk. "We weren't really watching it."

Cynthia giggled, a sound so teenage-like and unlike her usual self that Melody barely recognized it. "June!" she chided, though her tone was playful rather than reproachful.

When they arrived home, Melody led them to the front door, opening it with a flourish. The reaction was immediate, both women gasped at the transformation.

"Melody," Cynthia breathed, taking in the spotless house, the dimmed lights, the elegant table setting. "I've never seen the house look like this. I didn't even know it could look so fancy and romantic."

"This is incredible," June agreed, her eyes scanning the room appreciatively. "You really outdid yourself."

Melody escorted them to the dining table, pulling out chairs for them both before hurrying to bring water, wine, and the first course. She moved silently around them, filling wine glasses and laying out salad plates with practiced precision.

The dinner proceeded with excruciating slowness for Melody. While her mother and June relaxed, enjoying the food and each other's company, she shuttled back and forth from the kitchen, serving dishes, refilling glasses, and clearing plates. Sweat trickled down her back beneath the shapeless dress, her muscles screamed from hours of cleaning and cooking, and exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her.

"This alfredo is divine," June commented as Melody served the main course. "You're quite the little chef."

"She gets it from me," Cynthia said proudly, reaching up to squeeze Melody's hand. "Though I've never made a sauce this good."

The brief moment of genuine maternal pride pierced through Melody's carefully constructed façade, threatening to crack her composure. She withdrew her hand quickly, mumbling thanks as she retreated to the kitchen to check on the soufflés.

As Melody served dessert she began to clear the dishes, relief washing over her. The evening was nearly over, and soon her debt would be paid. She'd endured every humiliation with a smile. Surely Phoebe would keep her promise now.

"Wait," June said, setting down her spoon. "The soufflé is amazing, but something's missing."
Melody froze. "Missing?"

"Cynthia looks tense." June's eyes gleamed with malice disguised as concern. "Wouldn't your mom benefit from another foot massage while we enjoy this delish dessert? So she can be fully relaxed for... later."

Cynthia shook her head. "Oh no, June. Melody has done more than enough today. I couldn't possibly ask—"

"You're not asking," June interrupted smoothly. "And I'm sure Melody is more than happy to do it. Aren't you, Mel?"

The trap snapped shut. Melody forced her lips into a bright smile, though her eyes remained dead. "Of course! I'd love to help you relax mom."

"See?" June's hand covered Cynthia's. "Your daughter wants to take care of you."

Before Cynthia could protest further, Melody was already kneeling beside the table. "I'll just slip under here so I'm not in your way."

She ducked beneath the tablecloth, positioning herself at her mother's feet. The space was cramped and warm, the heavy cloth creating a tent-like enclosure. Melody gently removed her mother's wedge heels, setting them aside.

The moment the shoes came off, a wave of pungent odor hit her. After hours in closed shoes, her mother's feet smelled of a mild vinegar and stale sweat. Melody struggled not to gag as she began working her thumbs into the arch of her mother's right foot, the stench intensifying with each press of her fingers.

Trapped in this olfactory prison, Melody heard June's voice above, artificially loud. "More wine, Cyn?"
"Yes, please," her mother replied, her foot flexing slightly in Melody's hands.

The tablecloth formed a barrier between Melody and the world above, but it couldn't block sound. As she continued massaging, she caught fragments of hushed conversation.
"...so much better than I expected..."

"...can't believe how lucky I am..."

Then, to her horror, Melody noticed movement. June's feet, clad in ballet flats, slipped out of their shoes. June feet presented and even stronger more pungent stench into the space Melody was trapped in. One foot, then another, traveled across the space beneath the table until they reached Cynthia's legs. June's toes began caressing her mother's calves, slowly traveling upward.
Melody froze, her hands stilling on her mother's foot.

"June," Cynthia whispered, her voice carrying clearly in the small space. "Stop. Melody's right under there."

"So?" June's voice was casual, confident and loud. "I'm sure she doesn't mind that we're playing footsie. Do you, Melody?"

Put on the spot, Melody swallowed hard. "Not at all," she called out, her voice strained. "You two lovebirds should just act like I'm not even here."

"See?" June's triumphant tone carried through the tablecloth. "You worry too much about Melody. She's fine."

The conversation above returned to whispers, but June's feet continued their journey upward, now sliding beneath the hem of Cynthia's dress, caressing her thighs. Melody tried to focus on the massage, but it was impossible to ignore what was happening mere inches from her face.

"Do you really want me to stop?" June's whisper carried perfectly in the enclosed space.

Cynthia's breath caught audibly. Her legs shifted, parting slightly to allow June's foot more access.
"No," Cynthia replied, her voice husky with desire. "I don't want you to stop. Ever."

Melody's stomach clenched, bile rising in her throat. She continued working her mother's feet mechanically, her movements now automatic as she fought to block out the intimate exchange happening above her. The foot massage had transformed from merely humiliating to utterly degrading! It was a front-row seat to her mother's seduction at the hands of her tormentor.

June leaned across the table, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Good, that's the right answer," she purred, her voice low but perfectly audible to Melody below. "I have a little surprise for you."

Cynthia's legs tensed under Melody's fingers. "A surprise?"

"Mmhmm." June shifted in her seat, her tone teasing. "I didn't actually shower this morning. I'm probably really sweaty down there."

A small whimper escaped Cynthia's lips. Melody's hands froze on her mother's feet, her stomach churning at the unexpected turn in conversation.

"But I thought you went to shower this morning," Cynthia whispered, confusion evident in her voice. "I even heard the shower running."

June chuckled, the sound dripping with self-satisfaction. "I know I said that, but I just went in and put the water on. I wanted to surprise you, since I know how much you love my raw, dirty scent."
Melody's throat constricted, bile threatening to rise. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother, the woman who insisted on twice-daily showers, who kept hand sanitizer in every room, was excited by June's unwashed body? The same musty, pungent odor that Melody had been forced to endure during their "study session"?

No. Her mom would never be into something so depraved. This had to be some kind of act, a performance for June's benefit. Her mother was just playing along, surely.

"Fuck, that's hot," Cynthia whispered, her voice trembling with unmistakable desire. "You really know how to turn me on. I don't think I can wait for you any longer."

The whisper wasn't quiet at all. Melody could hear every word, every shaky breath, every shift of her mother's body above her, the way her legs began squirming. The realization crashed over her like ice water. Her mother wasn't pretending. This wasn't an act. The woman who had raised her, who had taught her about personal hygiene and self-respect, was genuinely aroused by June's scent.

June's smug voice cut through Melody's spiraling thoughts. "Well, what are we waiting for then?"
The scrape of chairs against hardwood jolted Melody back to the present moment. Feet shuffled, bodies stood, and suddenly her mother and June were abandoning the table. They didn't spare a glance under the tablecloth, didn't offer a word of acknowledgment or dismissal. They simply left, their bare feet padding quickly across the floor, eager giggles trailing behind them as they raced toward the stairs.

Melody remained frozen beneath the table, her mother's and June's discarded shoes beside her, the scent of their foot odor still hanging in the enclosed space. The sound of her mother's bedroom door slamming echoed through the house, followed by muffled laughter.

Slowly, Melody crawled out from her hiding place. The dining room stood silent, half-eaten soufflés melting on dessert plates, wine glasses with a slip left in them, candles flickering in the dim light. All her work, the cleaning, the cooking, the decorating, abandoned without a second thought the moment June dangled the promise of sex.

She stood on shaky legs, surveying the romantic scene she'd created. For what? To please her tormentors? To earn release from her own body's maddening needs? The humiliation of it all crashed over her in waves, each one stronger than the last but it couldn't compare the the aching between her legs.

Melody climbed the stairs, balancing a plate of food she had taken out for Phoebe carefully. Despite her exhaustion, hope flickered within her that perhaps the day's humiliations would finally earn her release. She reached the guest room and knocked softly, waiting for Phoebe's familiar snide response. Nothing. She knocked again, harder this time, but was met with silence.

A cold realization washed over her. She hadn't seen Phoebe's car outside earlier. Had she even noticed? The day's frantic activity had consumed her completely.

She pushed the door open, her last shred of hope dissolving as she stared at the empty room. Phoebe's bags were gone. The bed empty. Melody set the plate on the nightstand, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled her phone from her apron pocket.

The notification showed a text from Phoebe sent an hour ago.
"Hey Smelly Mel, sorry but I was like super bored just sitting in your house while you were taking June and Cynthia to the movies and then I saw that Emily from school was having a pool party so I decided to bounce. I hope you don't miss me too much. I'm sorry about you cummy but maybe next week. I hope your mom and June had a nice romantic date, winky face. At least one Cooper will be cumming tonight, wet splash emoji."

Melody stared at the screen, her vision blurring as tears welled up. She had arranged flowers, cooked a gourmet meal, scrubbed the house until her hands hurt, and endured the ultimate humiliation of sitting beneath the table while her mother and June played footsie above her. All for nothing.
She'd been played, again!

A loud moan echoed down the hallway, followed by her mother's voice calling June's name in a pitch Melody had never heard before. The sound pierced through her like a physical pain. She clutched her phone tighter, her knuckles whitening.

Another moan, louder this time. Then June's voice, too clear, too present: "That's it, baby. Scream for me."

Melody backed out of the guest room, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to escape the sounds. She stumbled down the stairs, each step taking her further from the cacophony of pleasure above, yet not far enough.

In the Livingroom, she grabbed the remote and turned the television on, cranking the volume even though she couldn't hear anything from upstairs anymore. She slumped onto the couch, still wearing the ridiculous uniform, and pulled the plate of food onto her lap.

The food she'd spent hours preparing. She chewed without tasting, swallowed without satisfaction, her body going through the motions while her mind spiraled.

Between her legs, the relentless throbbing continued, a steady pulse of need that couldn't be silenced. The cream Phoebe had forced her to use had left her in a constant state of arousal, without her even realizing it, her body a prison of unfulfilled desire. She pressed her thighs together, seeking relief that wouldn't come.

A commercial for laundry detergent played at maximum volume, the actress's chipper voice creating a surreal backdrop to Melody's misery. On screen, a happy family folded clothes together, laughing at some shared joke. The contrast between their staged joy and her reality was almost comical.
Melody set her half-eaten plate aside and curled into herself, pulling her knees to her chest. The throbbing between her legs intensified, her body cruelly responding to the sounds of pleasure it was denied.

The television droned on, a sitcom laugh track creating a grotesque counterpoint to her silent misery. June had won. She had wormed her way into Cynthia's life, her bed, her heart. And Melody had helped her do it, smiling and serving them both like a willing accomplice to her own destruction.
Melody cleaned up and took an ice cold shower trying to ease her tension, but in the bathroom she could hear the sounds of her mother's pleasure at the hands of her tormentor all to clear, while her own body ached for even an ounce of pleasure. It was like a sick joke.


PART 8

Morning light filtered through Melody's curtains, pulling her from a fitful sleep. She blinked at the ceiling, her body heavy with exhaustion. The night had been a carousel of torment, vivid images of Phoebe sitting on her face, commanding her, fucking her with the strap-on, all playing on repeat behind her eyelids. The phantom sensations had kept her painfully aroused and wide awake for most of the night.

She glanced at her alarm clock: 8:17 AM. No point trying to sleep now.
Melody dragged herself out of bed, wincing at the persistent throb between her legs. She could feel how slick down there was with every step. In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, avoiding her reflection. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, evidence of her sleepless night.
Downstairs in the kitchen, she pulled out eggs, bacon, and bread. Cooking would distract her. The familiar routine of cracking eggs and whisking them smooth offered a small comfort in her increasingly chaotic life.

The sizzle of bacon filled the kitchen as her phone buzzed on the counter. Her mother's name flashed on the screen.
"Good morning honey! Are you making breakfast? Would you mind bringing some up for June and me? We're a bit... tired from last night."

Melody's stomach clenched. Of course they were tired. The walls in their house weren't that thick.
She typed back a quick "Sure" before setting her phone down harder than necessary. So couldn't believe she was still playing servant, even after Phoebe had abandoned her. She'd created this role for herself in her desperate attempt to please Phoebe and she was still doing it even though she was getting nothing in return.

Melody arranged two plates with eggs, bacon, and toast, and poured two cups of coffee. Balancing everything on a tray, she made her way upstairs, each step feeling like a further descent into her new reality.

She knocked on her mother's bedroom door with her elbow.
"Come in!" Cynthia called.

Melody pushed the door open with her hip to find her mother and June tangled in the sheets, looking disheveled but happy. June wore one of her mother's silk nightgowns, and Cynthia had on her favorite robe.

"Oh, sweetheart, thank you!" Cynthia beamed, sitting up. "You're too good to me."
Melody set the tray on the bedside table, forcing a smile. "No problem."

"Yesterday meant so much to me," Cynthia continued, reaching for Melody's hand. "I was so nervous you'd be upset about June and me, but seeing how supportive you are..." Her eyes glistened. "It means everything."

June smiled smugly from her pillow, taking a sip of coffee.
"I'm just glad you're happy, Mom," Melody lied, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.

"After breakfast, I'll drive June home," Cynthia said. "Since Phoebe left yesterday. I hope she's okay?"
"She's fine. Just had somewhere to be," Melody mumbled.

"Well, this is delicious," June interjected, biting into a piece of bacon. "You're quite the little maid, Mel."

Melody excused herself quickly, unable to bear another moment in that room.
 
Across town, Phoebe stretched in her bed, waking late in her pink-walled bedroom. Posters of her favorite bands and actors covered nearly every inch of wall space. She rolled onto her back, replaying the events of her last session with Melody.

The memory of cumming hands-free while fucking Melody with the strap-on made her stomach flutter uncomfortably. What did that mean? Was she actually enjoying it? More than just the humiliation aspect?

"Fuck," she whispered, pressing her palms against her eyes.

Was she gay? Bi? Was she getting too attached to Melody Cooper of all people? Soon, they'd be heading to different universities, going their separate ways. This thing between them had an expiration date.

Phoebe sat up abruptly, shoving these thoughts down deep where they belonged.
"I just enjoy seeing Miss Perfect humiliated," she told her empty room. "That's all this is."
When university starts, I'll find some hot guy and fall in love and I'll forget all about Melody Cooper and these confusing feelings, she told herself.
 
After breakfast, Melody retreated to the living room to watch some netfix, desperate for distraction. The sound of giggling from the kitchen made her shoulders tense. Peering over the couch, she caught June pressing her mother against the refrigerator, hands roaming freely under Cynthia's robe.

"God, you're so hot," June murmured, loud enough for Melody to hear.

Cynthia laughed, a carefree sound Melody hadn't heard in years. "Shh, Melody's right there."
"She's fine with it," June replied, louder still. "Aren't you, Mel?"

Melody's pencil snapped between her fingers. "Totally fine," she called back, voice strained with fake cheerfulness.

For the next hour, Melody endured their constant displays—June sitting on her mother's lap during coffee, Cynthia feeding June bites of muffin, lingering kisses that grew increasingly heated. Each moment was another twist of the knife. Melody's facade of supportive daughter threatened to crack with every giggle and moan.

When Cynthia finally announced she was taking June home, Melody nearly collapsed with relief.

"I'll be back in about an hour, honey," Cynthia said, pulling on her jacket.

"Take your time, Mom. No rush," Melody replied, perhaps too eagerly.

The moment the front door closed, Melody exhaled, her body sagging into the couch. The silence of the empty house felt like a blessing.

Meanwhile, Cynthia drove through increasingly unfamiliar neighborhoods, following June's directions. The well-maintained houses of their suburb gave way to dilapidated apartment buildings, then a stretch of trailer homes with broken-down cars in the yards.

"Turn here," June directed, her voice noticeably quieter.

Cynthia pulled into a gravel driveway leading to a small, worn trailer. The siding was peeling, one window patched with duct tape and cardboard. Empty beer bottles littered the tiny front yard.
"This is it," June mumbled, not meeting Cynthia's eyes.

"This is where you live?" Cynthia asked, unable to mask her shock.

"Yeah. Home sweet home," June replied bitterly. "Sorry it's not a fancy house like yours."
Cynthia reached for June's hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, I live in a dump with alcoholic parents who couldn't care less if I lived or died'?"

Cynthia's heart ached as she surveyed the surroundings, there was a man passed out on a lawn chair two trailers down, children playing unsupervised near broken glass. This explained so much about June's hardened exterior.

"I'm so sorry baby, I promise you I'll get you out of here," Cynthia declared suddenly.

"I love that you want to help but there's not much you can do, I'll see you on Wednesday, love you babe," June replied.
 
The school week began its slow, agonizing crawl. For Melody, each tick of the clock was a fresh wave of torture. Her textbooks lay open on her desk, their words swimming into an indecipherable soup. Final exams, the gatekeepers of her entire future, loomed just days away, yet her mind refused to cooperate. Every waking thought was consumed by the relentless, aching throb between her legs. It was a constant, distracting fire that left her slick and squirming in her chair, unable to absorb even a single paragraph of her notes.

Sleep offered no escape. She tossed for hours, her sheets tangled around her legs, haunted by phantom sensations and the maddening proximity of a release she couldn't grant herself. Dark smudges bloomed under her eyes. Her focus frayed. During a chemistry review, she stared blankly at a quiz, her hand trembling so much she couldn't write the formula for sodium chloride. The need was a physical pain now, a deep, hollow ache that overshadowed hunger, exhaustion, and all rational thought.

By Tuesday, she broke.

She cornered Phoebe by the lockers after third period, the hallway a chaotic rush of students.
"Phoebe. Please." Melody’s voice was a ragged whisper, her eyes wide and frantic. "I can't take it anymore."

Phoebe leaned against the metal locker, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her face. "Can't take what, Smelly Mel?"

"You know what." Melody’s gaze darted around the crowded hall, her face flushing with shame. "I can't study. I can't even think. My finals... I'm going to fail everything. I need it. Please."
"Need what? Use your words."

Melody swallowed hard, the humiliation a sharp sting. "I need you to... make me cum. Please. I am begging you." Her voice cracked, the plea raw and stripped of all pride. "I'll do anything. I swear. Whatever you want, just tell me what to do. Anything."

Phoebe’s mask of indifference slipped. She stared at Melody, a flicker of genuine shock in her green eyes. She had seen Melody debased, seen her humiliated and broken, but this was different. This was utter desperation, the kind that erased all boundaries. The power of it sent a jolt through her. A slow, cruel smile spread across her lips.

"Anything?" Phoebe pushed off the locker, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're really willing to do anything?"

Melody nodded frantically, her whole body trembling with a mixture of terror and hope. "Yes. Anything."

Phoebe’s eyes glinted with a new, dark idea. "We're going to put that to the test soon and if you pass, then I'll give what you want so badly."

The school hallway felt different on Wednesday. A hollow space echoed where June’s boisterous laugh should have been. Phoebe leaned against her locker, thumbing through a textbook she had no intention of reading. June was home, laid out with a flu that had spiked her temperature and left her voice a pathetic croak over the phone that morning. School was a colorless drag without her. The day stretched before Phoebe, a gray expanse of boredom.

Except for one bright, vicious spark of a plan.

Melody had promised anything. The memory of her ragged, desperate plea by the lockers yesterday, the complete and total surrender in her eyes, it sent a private thrill through Phoebe. It was a shame June would miss the follow-through.

The final bell before Melody’s free period shrieked through the halls. For Phoebe, it signaled the trek to the gym. The gym class felt like a furnace, the intense sun beating down on the dusty track as Coach Thompson barked out their lap times, her whistle a shrill punctuation mark to their suffering. Phoebe ran, her legs pumping mechanically, her mind elsewhere. She could feel Melody’s eyes on her from the bleachers, a silent, anxious vigil. Melody sat alone, a book open on her lap, though Phoebe knew not a single word was being read.

“Alright, ladies, hit the showers!” Coach Thompson’s voice cut through their ragged breathing. “Cool off. I’ve got some calls to make in my office. Don’t kill each other before the bell rings.”

The pack of sweaty, exhausted girls shuffled toward the locker room, groaning and complaining about the heat. The air inside was thick with steam and the scent of sweat and cheap body spray. Phoebe dropped onto a bench, letting her gym bag fall to the floor with a thud. She pulled out her phone, found Melody’s contact, and hit call and just told her to get in here now.

A few minutes later, the locker room door creaked open. Melody stood silhouetted in the doorway, her gaze locking onto Phoebe. The chatter in the room quieted as girls turned to look, curiosity piqued by the intrusion of a non-gym student.

Melody walked toward her, her steps hesitant on the damp tile. She stopped in front of Phoebe, a question in her eyes.

“It’s about time.” Phoebe’s voice cut through the relative quiet. “I thought you got lost.” She extended her legs, propping her dirt-caked sneakers in front of Melody. “My feet are killing me. Take these off and give me a massage.”

A collective gasp sucked the humid air from the room. A few girls exchanged shocked looks, others stifled nervous giggles. Whispers curdled into open laughter. Melody’s face went white, then a deep, painful red crawled up her neck. This was it. The test. The public spectacle she had to endure. She saw the glint in Phoebe's eyes, the unspoken promise hanging between them. She swallowed the last lump of her pride, a bitter, solid thing in her throat.

She knelt. Her hands trembled as she untied the grimy laces of Phoebe’s sneakers. Pulling them off, she then peeled away the sweat-drenched socks. The scent hit her first, it was a thick, sour wave of spoiled cheese and old sweat that made her nostrils flare. She forced her expression to remain neutral as she dropped the damp socks to the floor. The girls were a semi-circle around them now, phones held low but not low enough, their faces a mixture of disbelief and cruel amusement. They were watching a performance.

"Take pictures if you want just don't get me in them," Phoebe said making sure to avoid getting in trouble.

Melody placed her thumbs on the arch of Phoebe’s grimy foot and began to press, her stomach rolling.

“Ew, seriously?” A sharp voice cut through the murmurs. It was Tiffany, a popular girl with a perpetually unimpressed look on her face. “Melody, why are you massaging her nasty feet?”

Melody kept her eyes down, focusing on the dirt smudges under her thumbs. “It’s no big deal.” Her voice was a strained whisper.

Before she could say more, Phoebe’s other foot lifted, planting itself squarely on the side of Melody’s face, pressing her cheek into her shoulder. The smell was overwhelming now, hot and suffocating. Melody froze, her hands still kneading the other foot, her body a statue of humiliation. She did not dare move it.

“Okay, that’s just gross,” Tiffany pressed, her voice loud and incredulous. “I can smell her feet from over here. Why are you letting her do that to you?”

Phoebe laughed, a sharp, ugly sound. “Go on, Mel. Tell them the truth.”

Melody’s mind was a blank wall of panic. What truth? What lie was she supposed to tell? She just stared at the chipped red polish on Phoebe's toenails, her throat closing up.

Seeing Melody’s confusion, Phoebe took control. “Since she’s too shy to say it, I will.” Her voice projected across the locker room, demanding attention. “The truth is, Smelly Mel here is a huge lesbian. She’s had a crush on me since, like, forever.” She paused for effect, letting the lie settle in the hot, steamy air. “I’m not gay, obviously, but what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help her out? It turns her on. So I let her massage my feet and stuff. It’s for her.”

The room fell into stunned silence, then erupted in a fresh wave of whispers. Girls looked from Phoebe’s smug face to Melody’s bowed head, the dirty foot still resting against her cheek.
“Is that true, Melody?” one of the girls asked, her voice laced with morbid fascination.
This was the next part of the test. Affirm the lie. Seal her fate. With all the strength she could muster, Melody gave a tiny, jerky nod.

The girls couldn’t believe it. The quiet, smart, beautiful Melody Cooper, the girl half the boys in school wanted to date and half the girls secretly wanted to be, was gay for Phoebe. It was unthinkable.

Phoebe decided to take it further, to cement the story with an undeniable act. “You know, some of you don’t look convinced.” She adjusted her foot on Melody’s cheek, turning it so her sole was pointed at Melody’s mouth. “Why don’t you give my sweaty foot a nice big kiss? Show the girls how much you’re into me.”

Melody’s breath hitched. Her gaze lifted to meet Phoebe’s. This was the line. Once she crossed it, there was no going back. Her reputation would be atomized, her social life a smoking crater. But the thought of another night, another day, of that relentless, agonizing ache… she couldn’t. The need eclipsed everything. Humiliation was a price, and she was willing to pay it.

She hesitated for only a second more. Then, she puckered her lips and pressed a firm, sickeningly damp kiss onto the sole of Phoebe’s foot.

The locker room exploded. A chorus of “oohs” and shocked “ahhs” and derisive laughter crashed over her. Girls pointed, their eyes wide, their phones now openly recording. No one could believe what they were seeing. Melody Cooper, on her knees, kissing Phoebe’s gross, sweaty foot like an act of worship.

The locker room buzz died to a murmur, then to a collective, sharp intake of breath. Phones, once held low, were now raised high, a dozen tiny black mirrors reflecting Melody’s disgrace. The damp kiss she pressed onto the sole of Phoebe’s foot was a thunderclap in the sudden silence. It echoed in the stunned faces of her classmates, in the shutter clicks of their phones, in the hollow cavern of her own chest. Phoebe’s foot remained planted on her cheek, a grimy brand of ownership.

Then a new voice, thin and reedy, sliced through the tension. “Wait… Melody’s a lesbian?”

The crowd of girls parted. Alice stepped forward. She was a scrawny girl, swimming in her oversized gym shorts, her black hair pulled back so tightly it stretched the skin at her temples. Thick glasses magnified her dark, intense eyes. She was the girl who ate lunch alone, the girl who never spoke in class, the girl everyone else just sort of looked through.

Phoebe’s lips curled into a smirk. She removed her foot from Melody’s face, dropping it back to the floor with a soft thud. “Oh yeah. A big one.” She gestured lazily at Melody, who remained kneeling on the filthy tile, a statue carved from shame. “Although it seems she only has eyes for me. Obsessed with me, really. Why? You have a crush on her or something?”

Alice’s gaze slid over Melody’s form, from the curve of her calf to the swell of her chest beneath her t-shirt, lingering on the cascade of blonde hair that hid her face. Her usual timid demeanor vanished, replaced by a shocking bluntness.

“Yeah. Have you seen her tits and ass? And those blue eyes? She’s hot as fuck.”
Phoebe’s smile tightened. A flicker of something territorial, something possessive and proud crossed her face before she masked it with disdain. “I don’t know. I think she’s a six at best.” Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the nerdy girl. “Have you ever even been with a girl?”

Alice’s sudden bravado evaporated. She looked down at her own worn-out sneakers, her face flushing. She shyly shook her head.

“Hmm.” Phoebe stared at Melody, then at Alice, then back at Melody. An idea sparked behind her eyes, brilliant and wicked. This is perfect, she thought. This will prove it to everyone. It will prove it to myself. I don’t care about Melody. I’m not gay. She had about twenty minutes before the bell rang and Coach Thompson came back to lock up.

“Well,” Phoebe announced, her voice slick with magnanimity, “How about you take Smelly Mel here for a test drive?”

The other girls gasped. Alice’s head shot up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Are… you serious?”

“Oh yeah.” Phoebe’s tone was casual, as if she were offering a piece of gum. “Smelly Mel here has such a hard-on for me that she'll do anything I say. So all you have to do is say the word.”

Alice’s shock morphed into a feverish excitement, her whole body vibrating with it. “Yes. Yes, yes! Do you know how many nights I fantasized about Melody and those great tits?”

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. Not so shy anymore, I guess.” She turned her attention back to the kneeling figure. “Well, what do you say, Mel?” Her voice was soft, laced with a false sweetness that was more threatening than any shout. “You’d do that for me, right? Give Alice here the time of her life?”

The world tilted on its axis. Melody’s mind screamed no. Every instinct for self-preservation, every shred of dignity she had left, rebelled at the thought. To be passed off like an object, to be used by a stranger in a stinking locker room, it was a new depth of hell. But the ache between her legs was a roaring furnace. It was a physical, clawing need that drowned out everything else. She had already kissed Phoebe’s foot in front of twenty witnesses. She had already accepted the lie. If she backed out now, all that humiliation would be for nothing. She would be left with the shame and the agonizing, relentless throb. She was in too deep. She had to see it through.

Slowly, she lifted her head and nodded.

A triumphant laugh escaped Phoebe’s lips. “See? I told you girls she’ll do anything for me.” Her eyes scanned the locker room, landing on a narrow door at the far end. “Let me see… I know. How about the supply closet?” She strolled over and swung the door open, revealing a cramped space filled with mops, buckets, and old beat up volley ball and basketballs, that smelled like stale leather. “It’s a bit small, but it should work, right?”

Alice’s face paled slightly. “I… I didn’t know you meant right now. I’m still all gross from P.E.”
Phoebe waved a dismissive hand. “Melody likes it dirty. Trust me she's straight up nasty. That won’t be a problem.” The other girls erupted in a fresh wave of snickers and whispers. Phoebe leaned down, her face close to Melody’s. “Isn’t that right, Melody?”

The demand hung in the air, another test she had to pass. Melody swallowed the bile rising in her throat.

“Yup.” The word came out as a strangled croak.

Phoebe straightened up and beckoned Alice closer. As Alice approached, Phoebe grabbed her arm and pulled her in, her mouth next to Alice’s ear. “She’s actually super submissive,” Phoebe whispered, her warm breath a tickle against Alice’s skin. “Loves women who are dominant and rough. She also loves to please, so make sure to use her tongue. Any hole you want. She likes it all trust me.”

It was information overload. Alice’s brain short-circuited. The girl from her fantasies was not only available but submissive and eager to please? It was more than she had ever dreamed of. She could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, her palms growing slick. This was really happening.
Phoebe’s lips brushed her ear again. “There is one more thing.” Her voice dropped to a barely audible hiss. “You can’t let her have an orgasm. No matter what, okay? If you do, I won’t let you use her ever again. Got it?”

The final, cruel condition settled in Alice’s mind. She nodded quickly, her eyes wide and fervent, the promise of future access to Melody far more tantalizing than a single moment of shared pleasure.
Without another word, Alice stepped away from Phoebe. She grabbed Melody’s hand, her grip surprisingly strong. Melody flinched but didn’t resist as Alice pulled her to her feet and yanked her toward the open closet door. The eyes of every girl in the room followed them.

“I can’t wait another second,” Alice said, her voice breathy with anticipation. She pulled Melody inside the cramped, dark space and slammed the door shut behind them.

The click of the closet door plunged them into near-total darkness, the only light a pale sliver bleeding from under the frame. The small space was suffocating, thick with the smell of old rubber, cleaning chemicals, and mildew. Alice, found the light switch and flicked it on, so she could see the body of her crush in all it's glory.

"Fuck, it's really happening. I've been dreaming of this day forever." Alice’s voice was a feverish hiss beside Melody’s ear.

Before Melody could process the words, Alice’s mouth crashed against hers. It was a clumsy, frantic sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue with desperate pressure. Her hands were everywhere at once, grabbing, pulling, exploring Melody’s body with a hunger that felt more frantic than sensual. One hand fumbled with the hem of Melody's shirt, sliding up to cup her breast, while the other clutched at her waist. Melody’s mind reeled. Phoebe had actually done it. Whored her out to a stranger in a supply closet. Yet, a traitorous heat bloomed low in her belly. After days of agonizing need, any touch felt like a spark on dry tinder. Alice’s exploring hands, however clumsy, felt good.

Alice broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tore at Melody's shirt, yanking it up and over her head, then fumbled with the clasp of her bra until it came free. Melody’s breasts fell forward, heavy and aching.

"Holy shit." Alice’s hands cupped them, squeezing and kneading them like stress balls. "Your tits are even nicer in real life."

Her excitement was a palpable force in the tiny room. She dropped to her knees and yanked down Melody’s shorts and panties in one rough motion, exposing her to the humid, stale air. Alice stared.
"Whoa." She reached out a hesitant finger, then a bolder one, parting the thick blonde curls of Melody's bush. "I always pictured you having a bald pussy." She delved deeper, her fingers finding Melody’s slick folds. Her touch was unpracticed but firm. "It's so fucking big." Her fingers brushed against the hard, swollen nub of Melody's clit. "No wonder you're such a slut."

The touch sent a jolt straight to Melody’s core. Her eyes rolled back in her head, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"You’re soaking wet, too." Alice's voice held a new edge, a flicker of petulance. "You must be into me, or was it from rubbing Phoebe’s feet?"

Before Melody could respond, Alice’s demeanor shifted entirely. The adoration curdled into a snarl.
"All the hot girls always date assholes! You guys never give us nice, shy, quiet girls a chance, and you're no different from the rest!"

Her hand moved. A sharp smack echoed in the tiny space, stinging Melody’s cheek. It wasn't the force that shocked Melody, but the whiplash speed of Alice's change from fawning admirer to resentful accuser.

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" Alice's voice dropped back to a whisper, a conspiratorial hiss. "You like when I'm mean, when I rough you up. I can be like Phoebe, you know. You can stop wasting your time with her and be with me. I'll show you!"

To prove her point, she reached up and pinched Melody’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting hard. A cry of pain tore from Melody's throat, quickly muffled as Alice latched onto one nipple, sucking aggressively, her teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

Alice pushed Melody down, forcing her to her knees on the cold, gritty floor. Then she began to strip. Off came her own gym shorts and t-shirt revealing a body drenched in sweat. Her chest was flat, distinguished only by two dark, plump nipples that stood at attention like gumdrops. A thick, jet-black bush sprouted between her legs.

"I would have never imagined even letting you near me when I'm this ripe," Alice panted, her voice filled with a strange mix of pride and self-consciousness. "But if this is what you like, then I'll give it to you all right."

The hair between her legs was matted and damp. Glistening strands of arousal dripped from her folds, evidence of her own intense horniness. She knelt, mirroring Melody, and grabbed the back of Melody’s head, her grip firm. She forced Melody’s face into her armpit.

"Breathe me in," she commanded. "I had to stop wearing deodorant because of an allergy, so my BO gets really bad. But you love that, don't you! You're so nasty, fuck."

The stench was a physical blow. A potent cloud of chopped onions and sharp ammonia engulfed Melody, making her eyes water. It was suffocating.

"Stick your tongue out. Taste me."

Melody’s stomach reeled, but the image of Phoebe’s smug, expectant face flashed in her mind. This was the price. She complied, her tongue darting out to lick at the salty, sweaty skin.

"Oh, fuck. Melody Cooper is licking me. This is so hot." Alice shuddered. "Okay, next one now."

She switched sides, pushing Melody’s face into her other armpit for the same treatment.

"Okay, we probably only have 15 minutes left," Alice said, her voice urgent as she pulled away. "I can't waste any time. Sorry, but on the plus side, my pussy scent is even stronger. I can smell it from here. So you'll love it."

She shifted her position, grabbing Melody’s head again and pulling it forward, pushing her face into the thick, damp bush between her legs. The scent was musky and overwhelmingly female.
"Lick me. Make me cum, you slut!"

Degradation washed over Melody in a sickening wave. But this was the path to her release. This was the task Phoebe had set. And honestly, it wasn't as bad as some of the smells Phoebe had subjected her to. The quicker Alice came, the quicker this ordeal ended. With a sense of grim determination, Melody went to work, her tongue moving with a practiced skill that belied her disgust. Lapping away at her folds and swallowing her juices as if she was in heaven, when it couldn't be further from than.
Loud moans filled the closet. Alice’s back arched, her hands tangled in Melody’s hair. Melody could hear muffled giggles and whispers from the other side of the door. They were all there, listening, their ears pressed against the thin metal.

Alice had to document this moment so she can replay it again and again for the rest of her life so she fumbled for her phone in the pile of clothes on the floor and recorded her point of view of Melody passionately eating her out.

Melody looked up and could see the shiny small reflection of the phone camera point staring at her, she could even see herself in the tiny glass, her blue eyes looking back at her, who she was in that moment, to was too much so she had to look away. She knew this was going further than she ever imagined. Alice would have a sex tape of her now, one that she no doubt would be masturbating to every chance she got. She knew she should have put a stop to it before any of this but nothing was as important as the feverish need for pleasure that she had. That was justifying her every decision.

"Oh my god, Melody, your face looks so hot buried in my bush, covered in my pussy juices," Alice panted, her voice rising in pitch. "You look like such a whore. You must really love it stinky because you're eating my pussy so good. Fuck, keep going… oh god, I'm going to cum! Fuck!"

Alice’s body seized, her hips bucking against Melody’s mouth. A loud, piercing scream ripped from her throat as she came, the sound echoing in the enclosed space.

For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Alice slumped against the wall of the closet, catching her breath. She glanced at the faint glow of her digital watch.

"Yes! We still have a couple of minutes." Her voice was hoarse. "I don't know if Phoebe will let me use you again, so I need to make the most of this."

She turned around, shifting her body until her ass was directly in front of Melody’s face.

"The thought of you eating my ass is so hot. I never, ever thought you would be such a slut to do anything remotely like this. But since you are, dig in! Lick my dirty asshole."

An audible gasp came from outside the door, so clear that Melody was sure they all clearly knew what she was about to do. But she couldn't think about them. Thinking about the audience would make the reality of her situation shatter her fragile composure.

Apprehension warred with resignation. Her hands, numb and disconnected from her mind, reached out and took hold of Alice’s small, bony hips. She spread her ass cheeks. The sight of the hairy, brown hole, glistening with a sheen of sweat, and grime made her stomach clench. The smell that hit her was vile, a raw, rotten odor that she was similar to Phoebe's dirty hole but she never expected Alice to have such poor hygiene.  She could see the remnants of discolored toilet paper. But Phoebe’s rules were absolute. Refusing was not an option if she wanted release.

Melody closed her eyes. She stuck her tongue out tentatively, making a small, fleeting lick. The taste was acrid, making her reel back. She had to keep going. She went in again, a slow, hesitant motion, then another. The bitter grease coating her tongue with each flick. Alice grunted, pushing her hips back, forcing Melody’s face deeper.

"Get in there."

Melody’s eyes rolled back as she obeyed, her tongue working against her will.

"Melody Cooper is eating my fucking asshole," Alice moaned, a note of pure, ecstatic disbelief in her voice. "Holy shit. My life is complete."

She was fawning again, lost in the fantasy of her dream girl servicing her in the most degrading way imaginable.

She checked her watch one last time. The faint digits confirmed their time was up.
"Shit." Alice pulled away reluctantly. "We have to stop or we'll get caught." She clearly didn't want the moment to end, but the fear of getting in trouble was stronger. Her parents would be furious if she embarrassed them.

They scrambled to get dressed in the dim lighting. Alice fumbled for Melody’s discarded panties on the floor. She brought them to her nose, inhaling deeply before quickly stuffing them into the pocket of her gym shorts as a souvenir. As Melody pulled on her own clothes, her body feeling alien and used, Alice leaned close.

"If you ever get fed up with Phoebe," she whispered, "give me a call." She pressed a small, folded piece of paper into Melody’s hand before they opened the door.

The locker room was silent. A crowd of girls encircled the supply closet, their phones still clutched in their hands. As Alice stepped out, blinking in the bright fluorescent light, a few of the girls let out a cheer. Tiffany gave her a high-five.

"Dude, that was insane!" someone yelled.

"Get some Alice, you go girl," Another person yelled.

Alice, for the first time in her life, was the center of positive attention. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.

Then Melody emerged. The locker room fell silent again. Every eye turned to her, but the gazes were different. They weren't filled with fascination or envy anymore. They were filled with disgust, with pity, with a cold, clinical curiosity usually reserved for roadkill. She was no longer Melody Cooper, the smart, pretty, popular girl. She was a disgusting weirdo. The freak who kissed feet and ate ass in a supply closet.

Phoebe watched Melody shrink into the locker room out of the supply closet, a ghost in her own life. A smirk played on her lips, a private, vicious victory. It was done. Melody Cooper’s reputation was a pile of ash. The whispers had already begun their wildfire spread through the school, each retelling adding a more lurid, more disgusting detail. The pictures, the short, blurry clips—they were already making their rounds, cementing a narrative far worse than the grimy reality. Melody wasn’t the girl everyone secretly envied anymore. She was a lesbian pervert. A freak.

Phoebe walked up to her as Melody tried to avoid the stares of the other girls. The sour tang of Alice’s sweat and the rotten funk of her unwashed body clung to Melody like a second skin.
“God, you stink.” Phoebe wrinkled her nose. “You better shower. There’s no way you’re getting in my car smelling like that.”

Melody just nodded, her eyes fixed on the grimy tile, and turned back toward the showers. She moved quickly, a desperate race against the clock before Coach Thompson returned to lock up. Minutes later, she reappeared, her hair wet and her skin scrubbed raw, but the stain of the day’s events was something no soap could wash away.

They walked in silence through the emptying school halls and out into the blinding afternoon sun of the parking lot. The air was thick with the smell of hot asphalt. Melody’s steps were stiff, her shoulders hunched. As they reached Phoebe’s bright red convertible, she finally broke the silence, her voice small and brittle.

“I did everything you wanted right. So you'll make me cum, right?”

A current shot through Phoebe, a sensation more potent than any drug. It was pure, absolute power. The raw, intoxicating feeling of holding Melody’s entire world, her reputation, her future, her most primal needs, in the palm of her hand. She could not let this go. She couldn’t let Melody go. Not now, not ever. Her mind flashed back to yesterday, to Melody’s frantic confession by the lockers. I can’t study. I can’t even think. The answer was so simple, so perfect. She would keep Melody hovering on this ragged edge of desperation, at least until finals were over.

“Well, technically, yes.” Phoebe tossed her bag into the passenger seat, not looking at Melody. “But you hesitated. When I told you to kiss my foot, you hesitated in front of everyone. That was super humiliating for me.” She finally turned, her gaze cold and sharp. “So no. Not today. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you your cummies this weekend. And don’t you dare complain. Because I can make you wait as long as I want.”

Phoebe unlocked the doors and slid into the driver’s seat. Melody stood frozen for a moment, a storm of fury and frustration building behind her deadened eyes. Then, with a defeated exhale, she opened the passenger door and got in, the car a cage taking her further into her own private hell.