Story Tags: [Bodyswap][Cheating][Incest]

Chapter Tags: [Neck Biting/Kissing][PIV][Creampie][Panty Gag][Kissing][Dildo][Extreme Insertion]

This story is being concurrently released by me, drippingink42 (Laura Rice), on other platforms as part of my Falling Heavens Erotica collection. I thought this might be of some interest to people here, let me know what you think of it!

"But why do we have to come here?" The whine in Brooke's voice was palpable, and Vanessa looked over to see a quivering lip and tears in the corner of her eyes. "Do you not want me anymore?"

Vanessa ran a hand through his sandy blond hair, sighing. "You clearly need something to get you through when you and I can't play. You're overtired because you stayed up all night sucking my cock."

"Yeah, and you slept through most of it!"

Pausing outside the sex store, Vanessa hesitated. It was dangerous bringing Brooke here, but he didn't really have many choices. He still throbbed below the belt where Brooke had been working at him all night, leaving him unable to get any amount of restful sleep. She was addicted, and he needed to try anything to get her to calm down. "Look, it's something we can do together as well as for when you're alone, ok?"

Before she could argue again - or rather, make false claims that he was leaving her again - Vanessa strode through the doors to the infamous little sex shop he frequented, tugging Brooke behind him. As quickly as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was scanning the room for any sign of Noire or Corbin. Sure enough, Corbin had perked his head up from behind the register at the sight of Vanessa, though he had a baffled expression on his face. His eyes seemed to be dancing between Vanessa and Brooke, trying to sort out what was going on.

Vanessa shot him a look that he hoped communicated to stay quiet. Unfortunately, Corbin seemed to take that as an invitation to talk.

"Hello there! How are you doing today?" The portly man bounded over to the couple, grinning wide but nervously.

Brooke clung close to Vanessa's arm. It seemed her rambling had subsided, though she was mere inches away from another man while wearing the same scandalous clothing as she had been the day before, smelling and looking like she had had plenty of sex. Vanessa offered a smile, trying to calm everyone down.

"Hey, we're ok... Just browsing, ok?"

"Sure thing, buddy!" Corbin clasped Vanessa on the shoulder, making Brooke jump. Vanessa turned to face him, shooting daggers with his eyes. Please stop, he tried to silently communicate. Emphatically he blinked, wishing Corbin would take the hint. After what seemed like a few minutes of awkward staring and blinking, Corbin nodded. "Well, just let me know if you need help... folks..."

Vanessa and Brooke watched as he staggered away, almost seeming to pout behind the register. Brooke leaned in, whispering in Vanessa's ear, "Wow, that guy was... weird."

Vanessa rolled his eyes, wanting nothing more than to get out of the shop. "Let's just find something and go, ok?" Brooke nodded, and the two of them started to walk deeper into the store. Out of the corner of his eye was some movement, catching Vanessa's attention. Noire was waving at him, trying to hurry him down the hallway toward the private changing rooms. Vanessa glanced at Brooke, who hadn't yet noticed what was going on. "I... I have to go to the bathroom..."

The lie was flimsy but Brooke seemed to shrug and let it go. "Just... hurry, ok? I don't feel comfortable with that guy watching me."

Vanessa gave Corbin another glance, who just shrugged the second Brooke wasn't looking and gestured Vanessa down the hallway toward Noire. He almost broke into a run, hurrying down the hall and practically grabbing Noire to tug her into the discrete changing room. "What are you doing," he hissed, looking more freaked out than angry.

Noire licked her black-painted lips, hungrily taking in the sight of her lover. "I've been missing you, you haven't called or texted since the cafe." Suddenly, Vanessa was pushed against the wall. "Who's that-- No, never mind. I don't care right now. I need you."

Flashes of Brooke echoing the same words played through Vanessa's head at the same time as he remembered the expression and desire Corey had had for him. All his girls were addicted to him, not just Brooke, he realized. Anxiety lanced through his chest, and he would've crumpled to his knees if Noire hadn't been pinning him to the wall already. He looked at her with nothing to say or do.

Noire hadn't been idle, and was currently making out with his neck. Biting and sucking and kissing, she was acting more like a vampire than a woman who wanted some dick. She grabbed his chest, squeezing the pectorals hungrily like she could draw him forward into her despite the poor leverage.

Switching tactics, Noire pushed Vanessa onto the bench before ripping open her top. Time seemed to slow down as her bra's front clasps pulled open along with her blouse, setting her breasts swinging freely. Hypnotized, Vanessa watched his lover's maternal milkers bounce and jiggle before they fell back into their natural positions. Despite being so sore and exhausted, his libido overtook him and he reached up and out, cupping the globes delicately. His fingers squeezed instinctively, drawing out a moan from Noire.

After she recovered from her outburst, Noire quickly peeled off her own pants. Vanessa looked up, his eyes wide with concern. "We have to be quiet!" Gone were his thoughts of trying to explain the situation, instead replaced by lust and desire for the gothic woman's body before him.

Noire smirked, her black-painted lips stretched wide. "Aw, don't want your little friend to hear?" Vanessa shook his head, eyes glancing to the seemingly thin curtain that separated their sex from the main room. Just beyond it, Brooke - his girlfriend - was shopping for some kind of sex toy, and Corbin was likely distracting her to buy time for Noire - his wife - to find her relief in the arms of another man. Despite the guilt Vanessa knew he should be feeling, he was feeling horny again. He cursed himself and his overly high libido, feeling his pants straining to contain his growing erection.

Noire noticed his bulge and started grinding her plump pussy against his pants. Vanessa glanced down, taking in her bald mound through the sheer panties adorned with copious amounts of lace. For a moment he allowed himself to fantasize, picturing all three of his girls side by side in matching sets of lingerie, presenting their bodies to him.

An expression must have crossed his face, because Noire grabbed his chin and jerked his head upward to look her in the eyes. "Hey now, no daydreaming. I want you here with me for all of this."

Vanessa grinned, returning his focus to Noire. "Oh yeah?" He stood up, letting Noire get to her feet as he slowly pushed her back against the wall with the gloryhole. If only Corbin was there to watch, maybe lick her asshole while his own wife was being taken in front of him. The thought had Vanessa wound up and breathing heavily, quickly using both hands to drop his pants and underwear. There was his cock, throbbing angrily from the overstimulation of the night before.

Quietly, Vanessa grumbled under his breath at Brooke for making this almost too painful to continue, though he was lost in the moment and wasn't about to stop. He grabbed Noire's wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head. The woman didn't look worried or bothered about her sudden restraint; if anything, she looked more excited.

It took Vanessa three attempts to line up his cock with Noire's drippingly wet slit, the first two slow thrusts dragging his sensitive cock head over her clit. The third attempt was angled just right to sink past her plush labia and into her pussy. Like velvet lining, his cock felt wrapped up, held and loved. He had to take a moment, breathing heavily next to Noire's ear so he didn't immediately explode in her.

"What's wrong?" she taunted, gyrating her hips to sink down further onto his shaft. She giggled at the groan he made, and while she kept her voice down he was struggling to do the same. "Is this too much for you? Is someone all worked up and needing release?"

Vanessa let out a soft growl, glaring into Noire's eyes. "Shut up," he said, his dominant command coming out more like the request of a submissive. Noire laughed - or at least she started to until Vanessa clamped his own mouth down over hers, making out hungrily. Their tongues shared saliva, battling for supremacy over each other's mouth. Vanessa slammed his hips against Noire's, driving himself deep into her and pushing against the sacred barrier into her womb.

Noire's gaze sparkled, consumed by the lust and sensations driving her and her partner. The life and excitement in her eyes drained out as she watched Vanessa's body start to writhe, shooting meager drips of cum into her pussy.

"No." she broke the kiss to groan the single word. Vanessa tried to stagger back, totally spent from the interaction, but Noire stayed against him. He backed up and fell onto the bench, groaning as his hyper-sensitive cock popped out of his lover with a wet squelch. He panted, unable to form the words needed to get her to stop her advances. "I've been waiting for you for days, since I told you the news." Noire straddled Vanessa's lap, forcing herself down and popping his swollen tip back between her lips. "Don't you want to fuck my pregnant pussy?"

Vanessa put his hands against Noire's hips, trying to stop her from driving herself down onto his cock to no avail. Crying out, Vanessa found himself silenced by lacy panties being shoved between his lips. Noire leaned forward, bouncing her hips quickly on his lap. He felt used, like some kind of a sex toy to get his lover off... and he loved it.

Every nerve in his body was on fire. His mind felt like it was melting. His drool soaked into the panties Noire had already drenched with her arousal. Vanessa was losing control, his hands gripping and making fists in empty air. Her wild eyes and wide grin seemed exaggerated even more than usual by her make up, even though it was as heavy and extravagant as usual.

Noire's moans were controlled, just loud enough to give Vanessa anxiety over being heard while still restrained enough that he knew they were likely fine. She rode him, her hips tilting and rolling this way and that as she used his throbbing, over-engorged cock for her own pleasure.

Without any warning her moans cut off, replaced with a singular long groan that seemed to never end, her movements slow and precise as she came atop him. Slowly she pulled off, her throbbing clit swollen and visible between her lips. Vanessa silently remarked how perfect it looked for sucking at this angle, his lover standing beside him while he reclined. It was only the makeshift gag being pulled from his mouth that yanked him back to reality.

Brooke was in the other room, heavily pregnant and lusting after him, oblivious to what just happened. Noire was here, pussy dripping with the result of their combined lovemaking, unaware that the cute redhead shopping was his girlfriend. This was a mess, a disaster. Like an angel and devil adorning his shoulders for advice, Vanessa could feel the weight of both Felicity and Jamie's disapproval bearing down on him. He had to say something, had to at least take a step.

"Hey," he started, before he could hear Brooke calling Corey's name in the distance. Vanessa froze, and Noire took on an inscrutable look. "Look, we need to talk. About a lot of stuff." Vanessa hurriedly pulled his pants up, trying to ignore how he was still achingly hard. "Meet at the cafe? Tomorrow?"

Noire shook her head. "I'm busy tomorrow." She took her time getting dressed, leaving her torn open bra and blouse on like some kind of an open vest, while sliding on her wet panties again. Vanessa physically flinched at the painful twitch he felt between his legs, the sight was that stimulating for him. "How about Tuesday?"

Vanessa frowned. He was working against the clock to tell everyone, but he supposed he could make Tuesday work. "Yeah, sure." Brooke's voice was getting louder and closer, and Vanessa's anxiety was picking up. "Look, I'll see you later. Love you!" He pecked Noire on the cheek before ducking out of the changing room only to find Brooke a few paces away.

The dim light of the sex shop's back hallway hid the embarrassment of nearly being caught from Vanessa's face. He floundered for words, unable to come up with anything. Brooke grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out through the store and past Corbin. Crossing the threshold at the front of the building, Vanessa thought he'd get a reprieve from literally being dragged around, but Brooke continued to pull him around the side of the building and into the small gravel area around back. The street wouldn't see him here, and the lack of windows to the sex shop meant no one would see what happened here, at least, until Corbin or Noire took out the trash or something.

So why did it feel like he was in danger, standing back here? Vanessa glanced over at Brooke, seeing his answer plainly. She looked crazy, sharing the same wild eyes as Noire had earlier, though this passion Brooke was feeling was tainted. Jealousy and greed swirled through her blue gaze, and the way she was hunched over and stalking in a circle around Vanessa...

He didn't feel like he was her prey, but rather her mate, and heaven help anyone that came close to him. As if to betray him, his neck throbbed where Noire had hungrily mauled him and his hand flew up to it on instinct. Brooke's gaze followed the movement, her eyes widening and nostrils flaring.

"What the fuck is that?" she breathed, notes of anger and fear and jealousy rich in her quiet voice. Her hand grabbed Vanessa's and ripped it away, laying bare his sins.

"I fell... Slipped and hit the counter..." Vanessa mumbled, averting his gaze. He felt terrible lying, the guilt finally cutting through his horniness.

Brooke pressed up against him, her rounded belly and full breasts providing a perfectly satisfying squish against Vanessa's firm core. She bit her lip, clearly not believing him. "And the counter had teeth?" she whispered, her slender fingers running over the marks Noire had left on him. Vanessa wondered if there was any smudged black lipstick to be worried about, thankful that the building was in shadows at this time of day.

He gestured to the plastic bag in Brooke's hand, desperate for anything to change the subject. "What did you get?" His words sounded feeble, weak.

Not to be distracted, Brooke stood on her tiptoes to get a better look straight into her boyfriend's eyes. "I won't let anything come between us, baby. I'll do anything to stop anyone who tries." Vanessa swallowed hard, the fear coming back. The calm in Brooke's voice was terrifying to hear; it was the psychotic kind of calm that Vanessa had only ever seen in movies or on TV before.

Vanessa had to be honest, had to give a straight answer. But he couldn't just tell Brooke the whole truth right now while she was so agitated. "Look," he said after a deep sigh. "No one is coming between us. No one will ever separate us or keep us apart. But I need you to trust me. I need you to trust that everything will be ok, no matter what happens, especially as this week goes on." Vanessa's words flowed passionately, and he felt a tear forming in his eyes. "Brooke, I will love you no matter what. You're part of my family. We're always going to be in each other's lives, ok?"

Vanessa tried to hold Brooke's gaze but it was too intense. He looked away, but after a few minutes of silence he had to look back at her again. She was perfectly still, hardly breathing as her eyes scoured every inch of his face for any tell that he was lying. He hadn't, though. Every word had come from his heart.

"You mean it."

Brooke immediately kissed Vanessa on the lips before he could confirm what she had said, and the pair softly made out. Her hands wandered over his body as if feeling him for the first time again, taking in the soft curves of his muscles. She whimpered softly, looking up at him. "I need you, now."

Before he could stop himself, Vanessa groaned. He hadn't been able to fully ignore the painful throbbing in his pants, and Brooke admitting her need to him was going to make his dick fall off from too much blood flow again. No, he'd have to satisfy her without his own cock. His attention turned back to the plastic bag she had been carrying. He grabbed it, noticing something in it.

Something large, black, and wobbly.

Vanessa pulled out the novelty dildo, waving it in front of Brooke's face. Mysteriously, her eyes followed it without hesitation, never losing track of the toy. "Did you have to get the largest one?"

Brooke immediately blushed and tried to snatch the toy away, but Vanessa kept it out of reach. "It's not the largest one, it's just the only one that spoke to me!" The whine in her voice was cute, her embarrassment palpable.

Quickly Vanessa spun himself and Brooke around, pinning her face first against the wall. The girl yelped, feeling her miniskirt riding up on the slight curve of her lean ass. Vanessa looked over the large, fake phallus in his hands. "The horse dildo spoke to you?" Brooke merely whined quietly, so Vanessa pushed the broad, flat tip of the toy against her pussy. She immediately groaned satisfactorily, grinding her hips back. "Say please," Vanessa commanded.

"Please!" Brooke cried out.

"Not good enough. I want you to beg for me to use this on you now. Otherwise... Otherwise you have to wait until we get home."

Brooke looked back over her shoulder, eyes bugging out wide. "No... No, please don't make me wait! I need you, either fuck me or fuck me with that toy! Please, Corey, please fuck me!"

Vanessa winced at hearing his son's name, but quickly overcame the discomfort. He smirked, pushing the toy against his girlfriend's tight sex. Her pussy was small - so small, it squeezed his dick tightly every time they fucked - and this toy was colossal. There was no way it would fit, Vanessa figured.

With a loud groan, Brooke spread her legs, giving the best chance for something so massive to fit inside her. Slowly, slower than Vanessa even could perceive at any individual moment, the toy started to push in. She whimpered and whined and moaned, feeling her guts rearranged by the massive piece of rubber. Keeping the pressure on the base of the toy, Vanessa let it sink in gradually. By the time it was half in her pussy, it felt like it wouldn't go any further, so he changed plans.

Vanessa gave another solid push into his girlfriend before pulling it back out, inch after inch. He looked up into her eyes before pushing it back in. Slowly he withdrew it time and again, before returning it back to its new home inside her. Brooke was tearing up, her hands on her belly. It must've felt tight, housing twins and a massive horsecock inside of her at the same time. Already her legs were shaking, threatening to give out from the sensations.

"That's it, be my good girl, enjoy my big toy inside of you," Vanessa cooed, fucking her harder and harder. Holding the base of the toy, he noticed his fingers were starting to brush against her ass cheeks. Somehow, despite all odds, she was taking more and more of the toy inside of herself, stretching out like a proper slut. The word danced through Vanessa's mind, giving him the incentive to fuck his girl harder.

By the time she had taken the toy to its base - a heavy and floppy pair of black balls - Brooke was already shaking and twitching. Vanessa tried to pull the toy back out, but it wasn't moving. It was as though... He looked, seeing Brooke's entire abdomen clench down, her pussy lips wrapped tight around the synthetic cock. Brooke was looking back at him, drooling a little as her lips were unable to close, parted in mindless pleasure..

"Don't t-take it out... Le-leave it... in..." Her words stammered out as she shook, orgasms cutting off the words as she spoke.

Vanessa rolled his eyes. "How are we going to get home if we don't take it out?"

"C-c-carry me?" Brooke looked so cute, pleading with her wide blue eyes. Vanessa couldn't decide if it was more or less cute for the fact that she was currently being stretched out by the largest thing she had ever taken.

He sighed. "Fine. But it's staying in until we get home then." Brooke was wide-eyed as though she might protest, but she didn't have time to. Almost immediately, Vanessa was scooping her up in a bridal carry, his forearm pushing in the toy and providing a sliver of decency to the girl. Quickly, from the look on her face alone, she was beginning to regret asking for this, each footfall bouncing and jostling her and kept the toy pushing deep into her womanhood. Vanessa just sighed, shaking his head as he settled in to carry his girlfriend for the next few miles, letting her enjoy her public experience with him.

Based on the look in her eyes, she'd forgiven him, trusting him again wholly and completely.

Vanessa knew he'd be breaking her heart by the end of the week, one way or another.