Voice Activated Ch. 02

Lori let her tongue trail back up his shaft, until it was resting against his crown. She started moving it back and forth in little waves, stimulating his most sensitive spot. Her hands were moving faster, intent on milking him for every drop of cum. "I need it, Mike," Lori gasped. "Please, give it to me."

That was all Mike needed to hear. He leaned his head back against the seat and groaned, his balls pulling tight against his body. Thick ropes of cum spilled out of him, flying into Lori's mouth. She sealed her lips around him, greedily sucking down his hot load. He came for what felt like an eternity, a massive payload of spunk pouring from his tip. Lori swallowed it all, not a drop escaped the tight ring of her lips. She kept sucking on him after he was finished, making quiet trills deep in her throat as she enjoyed his taste.

Mike slowly came back to reality. He realized the limo was stopped. Clara was watching him from across the car, a wicked grin on her face. Irene was on her lap, eyes distant as she slowly recovered from her own orgasm.

"We're here," Clara said.

Brock Tower lived up to it's reputation. They took a private elevator up to the penthouse. The buttons were inlaid with gold. Mike started to get apprehensive as they went higher. He'd never lived in anything bigger than a one bedroom apartment since he'd moved out on his own. What would he do with something this big?

His worries didn't go away once they got to the penthouse. It was huge, amazingly so. The entire first floor was set up for entertaining. There was a giant, fully furnished kitchen, a dining room with a table like something out of a period drama, and the living room had possibly the biggest TV he'd ever seen. A balcony circled the entire floor. The second level was all bedrooms.There was a bed in the master room that could have held ten people. Mike sat down on it, his head spinning.

"Holy shit. What am I gonna do with this place?" He looked around and laughed a little.

Clara seemed happy. "I like it. You can really make a home here," She said. "You can turn a few of these bedrooms into a place for your servants."

"Servants?" Mike hadn't even thought of that. "Why would I need servants?"

"Cause this place is huge. Are you going to clean it? Or do the cooking?" Clara sat down next to him and draped an arm over his shoulder. "We'll find some pretty girls for you. They can take care of things. Maybe Irene can be in charge," She said, looking over at the other woman. "That would be nice, right Irene?"

Irene was beaming. "That would be a lot of fun. A few new girls that I can boss around."

Mike nodded, slowly coming around to accepting his new situation. "OK, yeah. We can do that." He stood. "Let's go check out the roof."

The roof may as well have been a park. Thick grass cushioned their steps. a couple of tall trees sprouted from a corner, providing shade over a deep swimming pool. Mike gaped, turning in a slow circle, taking it all in.

"How in the hell did you do this?" He looked around some more. There were tables and benches, even a massive brick grill. One thing stood out, catching his eye. "Is that a landing pad for a helicopter?" He turned to Lori. "I was your assistant for a year, and I never knew you had a helicopter."

She shrugged. "I never needed you to know. It spends most of its time in a hanger anyway. I only take it out on special occasions."

Mike sensed the now familiar feeling of his dominance welling inside of him. Lori's tone wasn't what it should be here in his home. He didn't work for her anymore. "Interesting," He growled. "I'll be needing to know more about that in the future." He reached into her and found the switch that Clara had shown him how to install.

Lori gasped when he flipped it, her eyes going wide, her mouth dropping open for a moment. "S-sorry. I wasn't thinking." Her fingers fussed with the buttons on her blouse. "Let me make it up to you."

Irene and Clara were standing behind her. Mike motioned to them, and they moved to either side of her. Their lips went to her neck, hands reaching for her blouse. Buttons went flying as they ripped it open. Her bra followed right behind. Clara paused when she got a look at Lori's exposed breasts.

"Goddamn, Lori." Clara hefted one of the tanned mounds. "There is no way that these are real."

They certainly didn't look like it. Lori's breasts were a pair of perfect half-globes, perched high on her chest. Her small nipples stuck out stiff and proud. Her breasts looked impossibly big on her slender torso.

"No." Lori blushed, and cupped her breasts. "I got these done years ago. I was always small, and I'd always loved pictures of girls with big fake breasts. So when I had the chance, I got some of my own." She smiled at Mike. "I did always like it when you stared at me."

Clara squeezed one of the full globes. "Well, you should compliment your surgeon. These are pretty great."

She leaned in and sucked one of Lori's fat nipples into her mouth. Lori cradled her head, moaning as Clara's tongue swept across her thick bud. Irene joined in, her teeth gently biting at Lori's exposed flesh. Lori moaned, her eyes locked on Mike's. Clara and Irene's hands drifted to Lori's skirt, unzipping it and pushing it to the ground, along with her panties.

Mike took a moment to appreciate Lori's naked form. Her full, fake breasts, her flat stomach, the thin strip of hair leading down to her pussy. He'd spent a year wondering what she looked like, alternating between wanting her and hating her. And now she was his. He began disrobing, eliciting another moan from her when he dropped his pants.

Clara and Irene brought their hands into the action, sliding their digits down Lori's stomach and across her pussy together, as though they had planned it. Lori moaned when they got to her sex, Clara's fingers massaging her clit while Irene focused on spreading her lips. The two women worshiped Mike's former boss, their lips locked around her nipples, fingers stroking and plunging into her sopping cunt. Lori was in heaven, she closed her eyes, cradling their heads against her chest as she savored their attention. All of a sudden, her eyes popped open and she let out a little squeak. Mike realized that Clara had sent her free hand towards Lori's backdoor.

"You have a nice asshole, Lori," Clara said, as she pulled away from Lori's nipple. "I'm sure Mike's going to enjoy fucking it in a little bit."

Lori moaned and stood up on her tiptoes as Clara forced her fingers deeper into the tight ring. A second finger followed. Lori stared into Clara's eyes, mouth open as she panted with need, relishing the feeling of Clara's digits plunging into her anus. Clara fucked her like that for a while, occasionally leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Lori's lips or to capture her nipple between her teeth. She brought Lori right to the edge before she stopped, her fingers gently withdrawing from Lori's twitching hole. Clara stepped behind her, reaching up to spread Lori's cheeks. Her tongue snaked out, running around Lori's ring, before dipping into the now slick hole. Irene took the opportunity to squat down in front of Lori, planting a kiss on her pussy before delving deep into her folds with fingers and tongue.

"Oh, fuck," Lori moaned, her hands going to Irene's head as she leaned forward. Her mouth gaped open, tongue hanging out as the two women explored her holes.

Mike decided it was time for him to step in. He had been watching the scene, slowly stroking his cock as Clara and Irene pleasured Lori. Now he moved closer, grabbing Lori's head and pulling her down on his rod. She wrapped her arms around his waist for support and swallowed him whole, taking his cock into her throat immediately as she pushed herself down. Mike waited until her nose touched his chest, and wrapped both of his hands into her hair before starting to fuck her throat. He pistoned into her, his cock going deep in her, drawing out a slick concoction of spit and pre. It dripped from his balls and down onto Irene's back, staining her top. Lori took his rod like she was born to do it, her eyes staring up at him adoringly as he fucked her face. Her other holes were doing their best to keep up. Clara had her fingers buried in Lori's ass, her tongue sweeping around the tight ring. Irene's hand was a blur as she fucked Lori's dripping pussy, three fingers rapidly slipping across her g-spot.

It didn't take long for Lori to cum. She screamed around Mike's cock, a waterfall of nectar pouring from her pussy, splashing on Clara and Irene's chests. She twitched held in place by the three bodies around her, until she couldn't take any more. Lori pushed off of Mike's cock, gasping for breath as she tried to escape Clara and Irene's clutches. She took a couple of stumbling steps, and then fell down onto the grass. Her hips jerked, the aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her.

Irene and Clara stood back up, Irene running a hand across her lips where Lori's nectar had sprayed on to her. They quickly stripped, trading their girlcum soaked clothes for the open air. Clara pulled Irene into an embrace, kissing her deeply, trading the taste of Lori's holes. It didn't take long before they were on the ground, positioning themselves for a sixty-nine. Clara moaned as she ground her pussy into Irene's face, and then dipped her head to get a taste of the other woman's honey.

Mike could see that they had things under control. He walked over to Lori, his spit soaked rod still rock hard. He grabbed her legs, turning her onto her back and then hoisting her up until she was resting on her shoulders. Lori's spread legs revealed her asshole, wet and inviting after Clara's rimjob. Mike squatted down a little, spearing her slick pussy with his cock. Lori moaned as he fucked her. Her sounds of passion trailed off in a whine as he pulled out of her. Mike had another hole in mind. He placed the tip of his lubed cock onto Lori's ring, and began to push.

"Oh, shit," Lori moaned, her hands going to her cheeks, spreading them wider to ease Mike's passage. "Yes, yes, yes. Yes!" He plunged deeper, until he was hitled in her bowels. "Yes, baby! Fuck my ass!"

Mike didn't need a second invitation. He began thrusting into her, long plunging strokes that had his cock traveling the length of her anal cavity. Lori was thrusting back up at him, pushing her asshole onto his rod. The octave of her moans rose, until she was screaming her lust to the skies. Clara and Irene, their attention drawn, disengaged from their mutual pussy eating, and made their way over to Mike and Lori. They settled on their knees to either side of Lori, each of them claiming a breast with one hand, while their other hands went to her pussy. They spread her open, and then filled her up, a jumble of fingers delving between her folds, their thumbs massaging her clit. Lori was overwhelmed by the attention, her hips jerking, her mouth locked open as constant screams of ecstasy poured from her throat. Her pussy clamped around Clara and Irene's fingers, and they pulled out at the right moment. An eruption of girlcum squirted from Lori's pussy, coating her breasts and face. Clara and Irene filled her right back up, finger fucking her until she erupted again. And again.

Clara looked up at Mike, a look of pure lust on her face. "Cum in her ass, baby. Cum in her so I can eat it out of her."

She didn't have to say it a second time. He thrust deep into Lori's ass. With a deep moan, he came, a river of cum pouring from his cock into her bowels. He continued to thrust, a new rope of spunk shooting out of him each time he bottomed out in her. Eventually, he was finished. Mike stepped back, and then fell onto his ass, completely drained. Clara made good on her promise, her tongue messily exploring Lori's backdoor, sweeping up all the cum she could get.

Later, much later, they were in the master bed, completely exhausted. They must have fucked in every room of the apartment. Clara was cuddled up next to Mike, her head resting on his chest. Irene and Lori were down near the foot of the massive bed in a tangle of limbs, sweat and cum still glistening on their skin in the weak moonlight. Mike was still awake, his body stiff and sore. Something was bothering him.

"Clara, are you awake?" He asked softly.

She stirred beside him. "What? Yeah, yeah. I'm up. What is it?" Her voice was thick with sleep.

"Can I borrow the car in the morning?"

"Sure, go ahead." She was already starting to drift away. "Why?"

"I want to go see my family."

"What?" Clara sat up, a mask of sleepy confusion covering her face. She rubbed her eyes with one hand. "Wait, we talked about this. I don't think that's a good idea."

"I know what you said. I still want to do it."

She looked at him for a moment. "OK," She said, obviously resigned to the idea. "If that's what you want to do." Clara reached out a foot, nudging the sleeping forms at the end of the bed. "Wake up you two. Mike's going to visit his family. We need to tire him out now so he doesn't get in trouble." He hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his already hardening rod.

The next morning, Mike took the car to his family's home. He sat out front for a while, wondering if he was doing the right thing. He had only gone home once since he'd met Clara, and that was just to get some of his things before moving into Clara's house. She had come with him, placing gentle suggestions into his parent's minds so that they wouldn't question his sudden move. As far as they knew, he had a new job that kept him busy, and a new place of his own. Mike supposed that they were right, in a way.

Four minds burned in the house. His parents were in the kitchen, probably eating lunch and reading the paper. Mike's sister, Nicole, and their cousin, Maura, were in the basement. There was a family room down there. Maybe they were watching a movie. Mike didn't want to reach too deep into their minds, afraid of what he would find. The revelation that his sister and cousin were fucking had been one of the most shocking things he'd learned since he'd gained his powers. He wasn't really sure he wanted to know more.

Finally, Mike made up his mind. He paused on the front step, unsure if he should knock or just walk in. It was still his house, so he decided to just head on in.

"Hello?" He announced as he entered.

His father stuck his head around the corner. "Mike! I didn't know you were coming over." He wrapped his son up in a hug. "I was wondering when we'd see you again."

"Yeah," Mike said when his father put him down. "Work's been keeping me pretty busy. I'm sorry it took me so long to come over."

His mother swept around to hug him too, and then dragged him into the kitchen to get some food into him. His parents quizzed him while he ate. How was work? Did he like his new place? Had he met any nice girls? Mike kept his answers vague, but truthful. Work was interesting, but challenging in ways he hadn't expected. The new apartment was awesome. And yes, he had met a nice girl. A few of them, at that. But his parents didn't need to know those details. Just like they didn't need to know what he'd spent all of last night doing to those girls.

"Oh! I should go get your sister," His mother said, rising from her chair a little. Mike waved her back into her seat.

"I can go find her. And Maura. You don't need to go looking for them." Mike got up from the table and made his way down to the basement, his heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears.

Nicole and Maura sat up quickly when they heard him coming down the stairs. Mike saw them hastily rearrange their clothes, and knew he had interrupted them. But despite that, they were genuinely happy to see him. He sat down in a chair across from the couch they were on. Mike couldn't help but notice that they were sitting very close together, their thighs touching. He tried to ignore it as they talked. The girl's had just as many questions about his life as his parents did. He tried to answer as best as he could. But the knowledge of their relationship was eating at them, and he finally had to say something.

"So, have either of you met someone nice at school?" Mike figured that was a good way to ease into it.

Maura and Nicole looked at each other, and blushed. His cousin spoke first. "I think we're both feeling out our options, you know?"

"I get that." Mike nodded, and looked at them for a second, trying to see if they'd say it first. "Look, I know, about you two. I can't tell you how I know, but I do."

It was interesting to see their reactions. Nicole went as white as a sheet, the blood draining from her face. She looked close to panic. Maura blushed, but she stared at Mike with a naked challenge in her eyes.

Maura reached out and took Nicole's hand. "So someone told you. That's alright, cause we don't care." She looked at Nicole. "Right? I love you, and I don't care who knows."

Nicole was looking better, the color returning to her face. "Right. I love you too. But Mike, you can't tell mom and dad. It would kill them."

"I wasn't going to tell them. If you guys are happy, then I shouldn't try and stop it." He thought for a moment. "They'll find out eventually. Especially if you're fooling around down here. I may not be the most observant guy around, but I could tell what you were doing when I walked down the stairs."

They both blushed at that. "We'll be careful," Maura said.

"Good." Mike could feel something stirring inside him, the urge to reach out and take both girls rising. He tried to shove the feeling down, but it was like trying to wrestle with a wild animal. He rose, knowing that if he didn't leave he would do something that he'd regret. "I have to get going guys. It was nice to see you."

They hugged him as he left, and Maura kissed him on the cheek. The feeling of their bodies against his threatened to burst the dam of his self control. He made a hasty retreat, saying goodbye to his parents on his way out. He returned to the car, sinking into the seat with a sigh.

"Goddamn." Clara had been right. Every fiber of his being wanted to return to the house and make his sister and cousin kneel in front of him. The image of them kissing, sharing a thick load of his cum suddenly flashed into his mind. His cock was like a steel rod in his pants. He had to get back to the apartment, so that Irene and Lori could help him relieve some of this pressure. "Let's go," He said to the driver.

Mike turned in his seat, and watched the house he grew up in slowly recede behind them.He knew that he'd probably never see it again. He was suddenly filled with relief at the thought.