"My Other Life" (Closed)

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"My Other Life"

Jackie laughed at her big brother's joke, then cringed as she heard a loud thud in the background. The Skype image on her laptop shook about for a moment, telling her that the mortar had landed pretty close to Bobby's base.

"Doesn't that scare you?" she asked. "You didn't even flinch."

"No more than thinking about you going to the senior prom with Taylor Riggs scares me," her older sibling said. "You realize that he's gonna try to claim your--"

"Iiiiiiaaaahhh-iiiiiaaaahhh," she screamed at the computer to cover his words as her hands were covering her ears. When she saw his lips close, she said, "I'm really not comfortable discussing my virginity or future lack-there-of with my brother, thank you very much."

He laughed loudly, saying, "I just don't want you to get in a hurry to grow up."

"Getting laid..." she began, blushing just at saying the phrase, "has nothing to do with growing up. Look at you, bro. You were sleeping around by the middle of junior year, and here we are six years later and you still ain't grown up."

He snatched his service rifle and moved it into view, saying, "Maybe not, but now I have a bigger gun."

"Gross...!" she screamed, before laughing with him. Jackie and Bobby had always been close, despite -- or because of, who knew -- the four years of age between them. When she'd begun developing her curves at just 11, Bobby had been there to protect her from the Junior High boys who were desperate to get their first handful of female flesh; and when he was about to ship out for Basic, he was had been there to teach her a few moves that would get her away from the pawing High School boys who would want more than just a touch. "Taylor Riggs isn't going to get anywhere with me, I assure you, big brother."

They laughed together, then he wished her a good time at the party to which she was going tonight. She responded, "It's not so much a party. No alcohol. Just kids hanging out at Rachel's house."

They bid their farewells and disconnected. Jackie jumped up and put on another outfit. It was a bit tighter and showed a little more skin, but it was still very conservative compared to some of the things the slutty girls from school would be wearing to what would surely be the best non-alcoholic party of the Memorial Day weekend...



Jackie awoke with a start, looking quickly to her left to where her alarm clock should have been dinging at her. She tried to sit up, but her head spun wildly, causing her to drop back into the mattress with a groan.

When you weren't a drinker -- heavy or light, frequent or seldom -- you never forgot your first hang over. And her head was reminding her of her first and only hangover, the one she'd had New Years Day morning after a not-so-non-alcoholic party at her friend Rachel's house.

She managed to get her eyes open and found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was covered in posters mostly of Rock & Roll groups, but the one that really caught her attention was the one directly over her. It was three naked male strippers with their junk hanging out.

She stared at it, shocked. She remembered seeing one like it at Rachel's house, pinned to the wall, hidden from her parents underneath a Hello Kitty poster. She turned her pounding head left, then right. The room was filled with things that were not hers, meaning that she wasn't in her own bedroom.

She slid her hands to her body and found herself naked. Instantly, she began to panic, certain that she'd been ruffied at last night's party, led away to some anonymous bedroom, and raped. She reached a hand down to her groin and felt -- no, inspected -- her labia.

She hadn't been raped. She could tell. Jackie wasn't a virgin, despite her brother's belief that she was. Just as she suffered through that one and only hangover at New Years, she'd suffered through losing her virginity that same night, too. Since then, she'd only had intercourse twice, but she had already come to know what she felt like down there after she been fucked, and she wasn't feeling it now.

She managed to right herself, and after the increased throbbing in her head subsided, she looked around in an effort to figure out whose bedroom she was in. The logical answer, if nothing horrible had happened to her, was Rachel's bedroom, or perhaps one belonging to the girl's siblings.

Most of what was in the room was unfamiliar to her. Oh, she knew what most of it was, from the bong sitting on the bureau to the white powder remnants on the frame-less mirror to the dildo-shaped vibrator laying on the floor atop an almost-non-existent thong that she would never be able to wear because she wasn't--

"Fuck!" she hollered, staring down at her groin. When she'd dressed last night for the party, she'd once again wondered whether she should shave down there so that she could wear a sexier bathing suit. And now, she was smooth as a baby's butt!

She stood quickly, her head again spinning, and began pacing around. That was when she began to notice things about the room and contents of it that didn't make sense. Most of the stuff in the room wasn't hers, and yet ... this was in fact her room! The marks on the door frame of her height on her birthdays, the cracked window pane in the right hand window, and the general shape and design of the room.

She rushed to the window and looked out, seeing the backyard she would have expected to see should she be home. She rushed to the door and looked out into the hall. With the exception of some very tacky furniture that wasn't there the night before, what she was seeing was totally normal.

Jackie was most definitely in her house, and yet at the same time, she wasn't. It was like one of those home remodeling shows her mother obsessed about. Only, in this one, a team of freaks came into her bedroom while she slept to redecorated in 1980s Headbanger ... and then shaved her pussy, too!

She looked down at herself again, realizing that she was stark naked. She rushed to her bedroom closet to retrieve her flannel nighty, and jumped back, shocked yet again. Her closet was twice as big as it had been last night, now including what had once been her brother's adjacent closet. And it was filled with...

She stepped inside and began moving hangers and opening drawers. It was a hooker's wardrobe! There were bright red skirts that would barely reach past her ass cheeks, dozens of thongs and crotchless panties, push up bras that would shove her breasts together as tight as her ass cheeks were, and thin, tight pants and leggings that would be little more than a second skin on her.

She didn't wear stuff like this. In fact, she made fun of girls who wore stuff like this. Sluts and whores. That was what these garments were for. Who the hell put them in her closet?

She did manage to find a familiar pair of sweats buried clear in the back of the closet, and donning the loosest fitting top she could find -- which unfortunately hung low off one shoulder to almost reveal a breast -- she rushed down the stairs to find her mother and father and ask them what the hell--

"What the hell!" she shrieked at the sight of a man and a woman on the terrace beyond the open sliding glass door.

The woman, arched back in the man's hand with an expression of deep pleasure, was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny boy shorts. And the man, who was suckling one of the woman's nipples while working his hand feverishly in her groin, was wearing a seemingly familiar pair of flannel pajama bottoms.

Jackie had been so shocked at the sight that it hadn't occurred to her who these two people might be. The most logical man to be standing in their house in that pair of pajama bottoms would be her father. But Daddy didn't look anything like this man: Jackie's father was 200 pounds of well fed, well beered common man, while this man was lean and buff and wearing tattoos all up and down at least one arm.

The most logical woman to be walking about the house would be Jackie's mother, but even to compare her comfortably cushioned brunette mother to this shapely blonde goddess would have made Jackie laugh.

"Oops! You caught us again!"

Jackie's gaze settled on the man's face -- and it was her father! But, that just couldn't be!

"What the hell is going on?" she yelled, beginning to pant as an anxiety attack threatened. The blond heard Jackie and looked her direction, revealing the 19 year old face of her best friend. "Mia?"

Mia couldn't be here. It wasn't only wrong, it was impossible. Jackie had put her on a plane two days earlier, watching her fly off to California to attend UCLA on a full scholarship. What the hell was she doing here, in the arms of Jackie's father, half naked?

"Sorry, Jack," Mia said, turning to walk toward Jackie with her firm, bared breasts leading the way. "We would have asked you to join us again, but you were sleeping."

As she watched her friend near her, reaching out as if to take her into her bosom, Jackie's vision began to blur ... and she fell to the floor.

 

[Vagrant]

Nobody knew that the Jackie that went to sleep the night before wasn't the same Jackie that had woken up that morning. Though to say that she had fallen asleep wouldn't be entire accurate, the truth is she had probably passed out from the drinking and the drugs along with copious amounts of sex.

While asleep she had traveled the width of one quark, which is to say barely moved at all, and yet she had woken into a world that was very much unlike her own. It was like the actors were the same, but they were playing entirely different characters. the father she knew had been a film producer not massively successful but he earned a good living for their family. he had put on some pounds over the years, from living a life that didn't require much physical activity. Some differences were immediately apparent, like her father's new physique, and the fact he was fingering her nearly naked best friend by the back patio doors. Her friend that shouldn't even have been in the city, let alone her house. What else had changed with those two? What about her mother? Her brother? Were they are strangely altered as this?

When Jackie collapsed, fainting, before Mia could even embrace her, her father sprung into action, worried about his Angel. Her hysterical outburst prior had raised his attention, the fact that she was wearing her sweats was a sign hat she hadn't been feeling well. She never wore those sweat pants, even to lounge around the house, unless she was ill. Her reaction to seeing him with her friend (something that from his perspective had happened frequently), the way she was dressed, and the fact she fainted told him all he needed to know. His daughter was sick, and delusional.

He reached down and picked her up gently, leaning her head against his bare shoulder, and he carried her back up to her room. All of the things that had disturbed her when she woke up didn't even phase him. All was as he knew it would be.

Placing her gently on the bed, he and Mia removed her clothes and put her underneath the covers. He looked over at Mia. "Did she have a bad trip or something? She's never reacted like that before. I mean, she wasn't happy when she caught us together the first time, but that was because we had hid it from her for a month... and that was about 6 months ago now."

 

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Jackie was semi-conscious by the time her father laid her out on her bed and, with Mia, began stripping her of her clothing. Her still-swimming brain tried to alert her to the fact that it was her father removing her clothes, leaving her naked before him. Even if she'd fully understood what was happening, though, she didn't have the capability to do anything about it.

"Did she have a bad trip or something?" she heard him say. She listened to him recounting his history to Mia, ending with, "and that was about 6 months ago now."

Her ability to think and react was coming back to her slowly, and she opened her eyes slowly to look between the two. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out because she simply had no idea what to say. These two were lovers...? They had been for SIX months...? And ... I'm supposed to already KNOW this?

It simply made no sense. It simply made ... no ... sense...



Nine months ago
Jackie's 18th Birthday
The "Real" Reality:

"Your dad could be kinda cute if he lost some weight?"

Jackie flinched out of her day dreaming, asking, "What...? What? My dad?"

She looked over her shoulder at her slightly pudgy, poorly dressed father as he tossed a football back and forth with Jackie's four years older brother. She'd seen pictures of her dad when he was a young man, of course, and he had been kind of a hunk, though Jackie would never say that aloud, of course.

But 20 years of her mother's fat and carb filled cooking, along with hours upon hours of sitting in the studio's projection room, watching rough cuts of wildlife documentary films had led to a little widening of the waist line.

She turned back to Mia, laughed, and said, "There aren't enough personal trainers in the world to make my dad cute again. However..."

She nodded her head in a direction behind her best friend, causing the six time cheer squad leader and unremittent flirt to turn, then whistle with appreciation at Mark Dane. Mark had graduated from their school two years ago, after having screwed Mia several times despite her then-age of only 16; and he'd tried to nail Jackie as well, and after spiking her drink at a school picnic down at the lake, very nearly did.

Mia looked back to her friend and asked, "So, did he ask you out?"

Jackie nodded, her lips spreading wide.

"And...? Did you say yes?"

"No! Of course not!"

Mia's eyebrows raised high. "Why not!"

Jackie donned a Are you kidding? expression. "'cause he only wants to have sex with me, that's why not."

"And that's wrong because...?" Mia asked, her voice full of disbelief.

Jackie looked away for a moment, then straightened up taller on her side of the park picnic table. She cleared her throat, as if preparing to saying something new and very important. But what came out was just the samo-samo: "Because I'm saving myself for marriage. You know that."

Mia laughed again, almost hysterically. "When are you going to give that bullshit up, Jack? Have some fun. Live a little. Get laid. No man worth having is going to wait until his wedding night to fuck you..."

Jackie looked away, her face flooding red. She never used profanity, and in particular she never used that word.

"He's gonna want to know whether you are worth marrying, Jack," Mia continued, "Which means you're gonna have to strip down and part those tight little thighs of yours."

Jackie laughed in embarrassment, looking to her friend, who also began laughing. Jackie looked off to the boys playing on the field and tried to imagine parting her thighs for Mark Dane. She flushed again.

"You're thinking about it?" her perceptive friend said.

Jackie eyed her, then -- in very unusual fashion -- lifted her hand and flipped her the bird.

"Jackie!"

She turned quickly to find her father with a disappointed expression and her brother with his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his laugh. "Do we make such gestures?"

"No, daddy," she said, turning away from him again. When he reminded her that she had homework, as well as a volunteering session down at the homeless shelter before her small, family-only birthday party, she packed up her Honors English books and wished her friend a polite farewell, whispering, "And no, I wasn't thinking about it."

 

[Vagrant]

Her father, David, looked at her concerned for a moment. There wasn't anything he could do for her right then. He just hoped that what ever it was would pass. "You just rest, Angel.. everything will be alright." I hope. He added silently to himself. "Mia is going to stay and keep you company alright?" I wasn't really a question, he wasn't about to leave his daughter alone. Leaning down, he placed a soft, but still un-fatherly kiss on her lips. "Get some rest."

After he sat back up again, he gave Mia a scorching kiss, leaving the young girl flushed and panting. "I'll check in on you in a little bit. If you need anything, you know what to do."

David looked once more at his daughter as Mia got underneath the covers to spoon her best friend with benefits, and the left them so that Jackie could sleep off whatever it was that made her freak out.


Nine months ago
Jackie's 18th Birthday
The Better Reality:

"So, are you finally going to do it?" Mia asked her best friend, the birthday girl.

"Fucking right I am, I can't wait to get that fat cock in my pussy." Jackie looked over at Mia, both girls wearing as little as possible, tits and ass almost spilling out of the small tight clothing. "Not that your birthday present wasn't great babe." She giggled, remembering the pounding that Mia had given her with the new strap-on to wake her up from their slumber party. Her pussy got a little bit more wet just thinking about it. But then she returned her attention to Mark Dane and licked her lips. He had been after her for almost a year, and ordinarily she would have said yes in an instant, but for someone like Mark, fucking him was best left for a big occasion. Turning 18 definitely qualified.

"You're drooling, girl" Mia exclaimed as she looked over at Jackie.

"Yeah, and in a minute, I'm going to be drooling all over his cock. Talk to you later baby." She winked and strutted over to Mark, taking his hand and leading him away to someplace private.

After Jackie was out of sight Mia looked over at David, Jackie's dad, and licked her lips as well. "Mmm... I wonder if I can finally entice 'Daddy'. And maybe I can get him to give me a job." With that thought, she sauntered over to where David was throwing the ball around with his almost as hot son. Mia definitely had a thing for much older men.

 

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Nine months ago
The Real Real:

The birthday party was tame and lame, just her parents and her older brother singing her happy birthday before presenting her with the typical presents of books, gift cards from very conservative clothing stores, and a boxed DVD set of her father's most recent nature documentary. She thanked them all with big smiles and hugs, watched an old black and white movie about the Depression, then went to bed before nine.

As she laid there staring at the sunflower designs she and her mother had painted on the ceiling one spring afternoon, she couldn't help but think of Mark Dane and what it would be like to have him close to her, kissing her lips, fondling her breasts, and...

She squirmed at the sudden heat rising down below. She shouldn't be thinking about such things. Nor should she be doing what such thoughts led her to do, reaching downward to slide her hand under her panties...

Ooooh ... Mark... she thought at the pleasure her fingers were soon delivering...


What Jackie couldn't know was that within moments of her departing the park, Mia was out on the soccer field drawing Mark Dane to her with a curling finger and a wide, suggestive smile.



Nine months ago
The Better Real:

Jackie clutched just a couple of Mark's fingers in a couple of her own as she led him away from the soccer field into the woods at the park's edge. Her walk was far more dramatic and erotic than it normally was, the intent being to draw his eyes and swell his cock. She wore a pair of jean shorts cut off so high that the lower roundness of her ass cheeks protruded; and the white, cropped top she wore was thin enough to show the dark areolas surrounding her seriously swollen nipples.

She peaked back past him a couple of times, then continued onwards. She was looking for the perfect place to stop, one where his friends could watch the show but the others in the park couldn't. When she found it, she stopped and turned to face him, striking a pose that showed off the curves emphasized by her skimpy outfit.

"I'm eighteen today," she announced to the soon to be 21 year old. "You know what that means, right?"

Before he could answer, she reached up to her rib cage, took hold of her top, and stripped it off over her head...



Today:

Jackie's mind was still awhirl, but as she regained her senses, it became all to obvious that her friend Mia's spooning of her was meant to be sexual, not comforting. Jackie pulled away and rolled over quickly to face her friend, asking, "What's going on...? Are ... are you and my father ... are you having sex?"

She already knew the answer, of course. She'd seen the proof and heard their words. But she simply didn't understand: they'd seem to indicate that Jackie knew about them. And ... and didn't they indicate that she, too, was somehow ... somehow involved as well?

 

[Vagrant]

Mia let her best friend and lover pull away from her and turn around. That wasn't really all that unusual. However the questions that were asked confused her. "What? Of course I am... he fucks all the girls that are in his movies. You told me yourself when I started working for him that just because he isn't on camera anymore doesn't mean he doesn't fuck porn-star pussy. That's half the reason I wanted the job. He's fucking hot and he knows how to fuck."

Mia's look of concern grew, as she spoke. "What's the matter with you though? Why are you acting like you don't know all this? I mean, that 'rule' applies to you too, so he fucks me for the same reason he fucks you."

Mia moved in closer. "Come on baby, snap out of it... you're scaring me."

 

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"What? Of course I am," Mia told Jackie. "He fucks all the girls that are in his movies. You told me yourself when I started working for him that just because he isn't on camera anymore doesn't mean he doesn't fuck porn-star pussy. That's half the reason I wanted the job. He's fucking hot and he knows how to fuck."

Jackie's eyes widened at her friend's words. What the hell are you talking about? her brain screamed. Her father made nature documentaries, not porn! And ... and he was -- is -- married. Happily married. To her mother. What the hell?

"What's the matter with you though?" Mia continued. "Why are you acting like you don't know all this? I mean, that 'rule' applies to you too, so he fucks me for the same reason he fucks you."

Jackie jumped out of bed, backing away from her lunatic friend as she exclaimed, "What the fuck...? I'm not having sex with my father!"

Her head suddenly exploded with pain, just a quick shot of it but powerful enough to make her double over and drop to her knees next to the bed. And then, in an instant -- as she had a sudden image of looking at her father in her bureau mirror as he fucked her from behind -- the pain disappeared.

"What the fuck...?" she murmured to herself. Had she imagined it? Had she fantasized it? Had she simply gone insane? She stood and, realizing she was still naked before her friend, hurried to her closet to get her thick robe, only to again find herself looking at a rack full of sexy negligees. Her eyes began to tear, and she turned to look at Mia, sitting up in the bed with her firm, pert breasts out on display, and she began to cry. "What's going on? Mia ... what's going on?"



Nine months ago
The Better Reality:

Jackie pulled her face back away from Mark Dane's groin, grasped his cock with a tight grip, and jerked on his shaft until he groaned out in ecstasy. She and Mia had been practicing blow jobs on differently sized and shaped objects, preparing for the day Jackie turned 18 and she could have sex with the college sophomore without him potentially going to jail.

Like most of the boys the two girls knew, they'd been studying internet porn, too. And the most erotic thing Jackie had seen in the blow job department was the facial. It didn't look that much fun for the woman, of course, but she knew -- or hoped -- that Mark would think it was incredible. So she aimed his cock as he erupted, causing shot after shot of thick, hot fluid to splash upon her face.

By the time he was empty, she had the sticky goo all over her, from her eyebrows to her chest, from one cheek to the other. It felt like she may have even had some in one of her ears, but she didn't check it for fear that he would think she didn't like the treatment.

She didn't, of course. It was nasty. But, she'd heard that taking in a man's entire load of cum at the back of your throat was nasty, too, so putting on this show was the lesser of two evils.

"Like that?" she asked as she reached a finger to her cheek and took one of his shots into her mouth with a devilish smile. She managed to maintain the smile even after the sticky, salty taste struck her. She didn't want to eat any more of him on this first time, for fear that she might react poorly; so she retrieved her tee shirt from the ground and wiped it over her face and chest. She laughed, "You made a mess of me, lover."

 

[Vagrant]

When Jackie doubled over in pain, Mia sat up quickly, her breasts bouncing on her chest slightly. "Jackie!" She ran to the door and shouted. "David! Something is really wrong with Jackie!" After that, Mia put her arms around her friend and hugged her. This time it was a hug of concern, not the embrace of a lover.

A few seconds later, David came bursting into the room. "Jackie? What's wrong Angel?" Mia answered for her, however. "She doesn't remember things right. It's like she's not Jackie at all... And she just doubled over like she was in pain... We need to get her to the hospital or something."

David nodded his head and went into her closet to get her some clothes. Obviously, being a guy, he wasn't as concerned as she would be if they matched... if she were herself anyway... he grabbed a pair of short shorts and a crop top, coming back out to help Jackie dress while Mia got herself clothed as well.

Once Jackie was 'proper', he carried her out to the car. The entire thing took no more than 2 minutes. "It'll be OK Sweety, we'll find out what's wrong with you." The idea that she was perfectly OK, and that the world was wrong didn't even cross anyone's mind but Jackie's.

 

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"Hi, Jackie," the doctor said as he entered the examination room, glancing between her, Mia, and the chart in his hands. "I'm Doctor Roberts. I don't know if you remember me. I only saw you the one time, and it was, what, almost a year ago?"

Actually, that first visit had been just six months earlier, when the Doc got Jackie some Morning After pills, which in this state was still illegal. And they'd been staging these little appointments six or seven times a month, anytime Jackie needed a resupply of the latest pharmaceuticals that she was selling to her classmates.

The doc winked at Jackie in such a way that Mia wouldn't see, unsure about whether his patient had shared her little secret with her friend. Jackie's eye brow raised in curiosity at the older man's gesture: she, of course, didn't recall any of this.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to step outside," the Doc said politely to Mia. After the friend hugged Jackie and promised she'd be in the waiting room, the Doctor set the chart aside, unbuttoned his white lab coat, and began to unbuckle his pants. "What is the drug of choice I'm prescribing this time, Jackie?"

Her eyes widened in shock as he opened the front of his pants and whipped out his still hardening cock. She hopped up, heading for the door as she screamed, "Oh my god! What is wrong with you people?"

She shot right past Mia and the other patients and didn't stop running until she was on the far side of the park across the street. She dropped onto a park bench and was panting -- from exhaustion and panic, both -- when Mia finally caught up with her. She looked up to her friend with tear filled eyes and asked, "Why does everyone think I'm some kind of ... whore ... slut??



8 months ago
The less than exciting reality:

Jackie was sitting at a corner booth of The Mocha Den when Mark Dane arrived. He sat down without a word, and they simply smiled at one another for a long moment before Mark said quite bluntly, "Your friend, Mia, says that it's about time you lost your virginity, and that you want to lose it with me."

Before he'd even finished what he was saying, Jackie's eyes were bulging and her face was turning white. Her mouth dropped open, and while she wanted to say something, anything, nothing came out but a couple of grunts and squeaks.

And then, in a flash, she was gone. She sprinted for the café's exit, her eyes blurry with tears as she headed quickly across the street and down two blocks to the school. She found Mia exactly where she knew she'd be, on the football field in her Cheer uniform, shaking her butt and distracting the offensive team that was supposed to be practicing drills.

"Oh my god!" she growled as she drug her friend away from the others. "Did you tell Mark Dane that I was a virgin...? That I wanted to have sex with him...? Are you crazy?"

(I left both of these open ended. You can respond to or let die either of them.)

 

[Vagrant]

"Jackie! Just Stop!" Mia had finally had enough. You're acting so strange and really not like normal. And you act like everyone else is the one acting strange. I don't know what you're expecting from people... but something is seriously not right with you today... Do you want to know why people keep thinking you're a slut? Come with me." Determined, Mia took Jackie's hand and lead her back to the car.

Once they were back at home, Mia brought her friend and lover, usually, to the media room of her family's mansion. "Sit down, I'm going to show you something." At the TV, Mia put a DVD in and sat down with her friend. "I have no idea what's wrong with you, but it seems like you've forgotten who you are... this'll show you."

She pressed play, and the TV came alive. It was a porno, but obviously not just any porno. The female star was none other than Jackie herself. She was dressed in a skimpy crop top that just went to the bottom of her tits, a skirt that barely covered her ass, and her hair done up in pig tails.

The Jackie in the movie wasn't shy, or upset, or doing it under duress. It was clear she was making the film because she wanted to. Because she loved it. "This one was always one of my favourites of yours."

 

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Jackie's eyes and mouth both slowly opened to their fullest as she watched the girl in the porno -- a slutty prep school girl that looked just like her -- flirt with the male character of the film, apparently the pretend school's chancellor. Jackie sat up tall on the couch, then stood and walked closer to the television.

She stared at the actress -- the pretend Jackie -- sure that there was some sort of CGI trick going on: maybe they had put her head on another porn queen's body; or maybe it was that technique they'd used in that blockbuster movie "Avatar", with all the sensors attached to the actress's body to make her move and act and even talk like a real alien.

But it wasn't. By the time the actor had stripped away the panties of the actress -- of Jackie! -- and begun licking at her fully shaven pussy, just like the one the real Jackie had awoken to find down below on herself, she'd convinced herself that that was in fact her in the movie.

"Did they drug me?" she asked in a quiet voice, not sure whether she was posing possibilities to herself or asking Mia for an answer. "Date rape drug...? Or a ruffie...? That ... that just can't be me."

 

[Vagrant]

Mia giggled at that idea. "No baby, they didn't drug you... that'd be really strange considering everyone involved work for your dad..." She held out the DVD case that showed it was indeed one of her dad's movies. His name was on the back cover as producer and director.

"Don't you think it's a little bit odd that you're the only one that seems to think things should be different? Up until this morning, you loved your life... I don't know if it was the drugs or something else, but you've been really freaking me out today."

"Face it girl, you're a slut. So am I. I don't see a problem with it and up until this morning, you didn't either. At least I don't think so. We tell each other almost everything. The only thing I kept from you was that I was fucking your dad, though that was only for about a month. I was planning on telling you, you just caught us before I could. Mmmm, that was a fun day" She licked her lips and smiled at her friend lasciviously, one feminine hand moving between her legs to rub at herself absently as she remembered the afternoon that Jackie had walked in on them.

6 Months ago,
The Better Reality

"Oh fuck yeah, that's good." Mia bounced on the rock hard cock of David, her best friend's dad. Since starting into porn, she had steadily become more vocal while she fucked, which her partners usually liked quite a bit. Mia hadn't yet told Jackie what was going on between her and her dad, but she was planning on it.

At the moment, the young naked slut was riding that cock for all she was worth, lust dancing in her eyes and sweat clinging to her skin. The two of them had just finished watching one of Mia's movies, and couldn't help themselves. Not that they tried to resist much.

From the doorway, Jackie's voice exclaimed. "What the fuck? Mia, you're fucking my dad?" She was wearing the smallest little bikini bottom, the top discarded by the pool while she tanned, and then forgotten about when she heard her friend almost screaming in bliss. Her golden body was still glistening with tanning lotion, her nipples hard and a clear wet spot was growing on the bikini bottoms.

"Sorry baby" Mia panted, not bothering to stop fucking David. "I meant to tell you, really. Want to join in?" Mia and Jackie had fingered and eaten each other out so many times, and she knew Jackie was fucking her dad as well. So there really shouldn't be any objections.