Brand New Pleasure Pt 02

AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: Please read the tags and make sure that you are comfortable with them. Beyond the mentioned ones, there's references to other sexual acts made without going into any details. This is a direct continuation of part 1, and follows the same pairings.

All of the characters in the story are eighteen or older.

All of my stories are copyrighted, including this one.

--- BRAND NEW PLEASURE - PART 2 ---

"This is unbelievable", Johanna said in a whiny voice. They were stuck in traffic, and it seemed like the reason for that was because two people had pulled up to a traffic light at the same time, laid eyes on each other, walked out of their cars, and started going at it like rabbits in broad daylight. "Clearly, some sort of curse has struck! Or we're being experiment on by the government! Or it's aliens! Maybe they put a transmitter inside our brains and are using our bodies for pleasure experiments!" She stared at the couple outside and made a face, filled with worry and contempt. "I'm low-key freaking out right now."

Ivy, taking the opportunity to scroll through social media on her phone, made a humming noise. "Well, it seems that just about everyone in town had strange dreams last night. A lot of people aren't even being shy admitting it, it seems - though plenty of my friends are properly spooked. Everyone's asking around for more information." She paused and put down her phone, looking at Johanna in the passenger seat. "Be honest - have you always had the hots for my dad?" Her tone was only mildly accusatory, but Johanna felt her heart skip a beat, and she turned bright red, stuttering slightly as she tried to explain.

"I-I.. No.. Yes.. I mean, that.. He just.." Johanna couldn't seem to form words anymore. She took a deep breath, in an attempt to compose herself. "I just feel like he's my person now. I'm sorry, Ivy - but it's just how it is. I still think it's the aliens.." She looked at her friend with apologetic eyes. "Maybe they're pairing us up with whom we're supposed to be with, you know? When I'm near mister Campbell - I mean, your dad - he's all I can think about. I really need to be with him.."

"Okay, first of all - stop calling him 'Mister Campbell'. It makes me uncomfortable. And second of all - if we're being paired up with whom we're 'supposed to be with', then how come some of my friends are getting paired up with like.. Their teacher, or their own brother or something?" She shivered uncomfortably just saying it out loud. "That doesn't really make any sense. Does it?"

Ivy cast a glance towards the backseat, hoping for some support from Lucy and Elenore, but they were busy making out, rolling around on the backseat and moaning softly into each others mouths. Ivy just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well.. Whatever it is, something's definitely not right. At this rate, the whole town is going to go nuts. Not everyone acted out their desires last night, because some people dreamed about someone that lived too far away to be within easy reach - but as far as I can tell, the moment they meet afterwards, it's near-impossible for them to resist each other. Hence.. Well, that." She nodded towards the woman getting taken from behind by a man with a large beard in the middle of the street in front of them, bent over the hood of his BMW, refusing to stop even as cars kept honking at them and drivers yelled at them to get out of the way.

"It's like we have all become sexual beasts, slaves to our desires." Lucy exclaimed between kisses. "But I love it. Don't you, El?"

"... It is nice..." Elenore admitted shyly. On one hand, she would like to explore her sexuality with her friend - now girlfriend? - but on the other hand, it scared her, because there was an endless amount of taboo that she was breaking just by being this intimate with another girl. In a backwater town like theirs, people could still be quite judgemental about such couplings, and up until last night she had never considered herself to be gay. But she couldn't deny the heat she felt within herself when she looked at Lucy now. It was as if nothing in the world mattered more than the petite little redhead. As if she could never grow tired of touching her, of tasting her, of doing perverted things with her. And the fact that they were such good friends only seemed like an added bonus.

Eventually, the traffic jam cleared up - but that was only the beginning of their problems and delays. Once they reached the breakfast joint on the corner of Grover Street, they walked inside to find a long queue, only to then watch two of the employee's walk out of the bathroom together with messy hair and guilty expressions on their face. Even as they got back into the kitchen, they kept kissing and groping each other instead of paying much attention to their jobs, and the queue barely moved forward. Ivy shook her head. It was a nightmare.

"Maybe we should just get over to city hall and see if they have any clue what's going on? If this is like some kind of epidemic, I mean," Ivy suggested, feeling weird and out of place surrounded by all these horny people. She missed Stan, and she wanted to get her hands on him so badly that it was making her other thoughts feel heavy and sluggish - but there would be plenty of time for that later. At least she hoped there would. "If everyone's sex-crazed like this, the whole town will grind to a halt eventually."

"I want to think we were paired up with our soulmates because I'm scared we'll have other dreams tonight or something. Maybe we'll get infatuated with someone else instead," Johanna said in a small voice, pouting slightly. "The mere thought of that is terrifying, don't you think? I can't imagine myself being with someone other than Mister Campbell.." Clearly, she was still stuck thinking of Ivy's dad.

Her dark-haired friend just glared at her, clearly annoyed. "My dad isn't the only man in the world, you know." But despite her words, she couldn't shake the bad feeling that Johanna's words invoked. She couldn't really see herself with anyone else than Stan anymore herself. It was as if this young boy she knew almost nothing about was her purpose in life, and she just hadn't realized until last night.

"I think we have to leave.." Lucy said, and she was almost drooling, staring at Elenore like she was an ice cream cone, wanting to lick every single inch of her body. Lucy grabbed Elenore's face and pulled her into another kiss - which made Ivy groan softly. "I need to FUCK El so bad, I can't take it anymore."

Elenore blushed bright red. "L-Lulu!" She exclaimed. "People can hear you.." She looked around nervously. Quite a few eyes were on them now, and yet she felt her pussy throb regardless.

"Please, focus! We need to find out what's going on!" Ivy said sternly, but it was no use. Thirty seconds later, they were back in the truck, and Lucy had her hand up Elenore's shirt. The blonde girl was panting and moaning as she was touched, their tongues dancing together in an intense make-out session, and Ivy and Johanna had to try to keep straight faces as their friends were getting more and more intense in the backseat.

It took almost a full hour for them to drive through town and make it to city hall. There was chaos all over, so much that they ended up driving around the block several times before giving up and parking on the curb across the street from the large white building. "I guess you and I will go inside," Johanna said, glancing towards Ivy. At that point, Lucy and Elenore were naked in the backseat, their hands roaming all over each others bodies as they kissed furiously, licking and sucking at each others nipples.

The last thing they heard before shutting the car doors was Lucy whispering "Drink my pee," to Elenore, whom responded with a nervous giggle, then a gasp as her face was suddenly pushed down between the redheads legs.

--- 2 ---

Over a hundred people stood gathered in the lobby of the city hall, mingling with each other and gossiping loudly about this strange phenomenon that had occurred during the previous night. They were mostly town folk, though there were also a fair number of people who lived out of town, and others who were visiting on holiday or business. People from every profession were present - some appearing quite calm, others angry or in a state of panic. The local journalists and photographers were there too, doing their best to get the word out, but they just seemed confused and frustrated about not being able to uncover any clear explanation for the events of the past twenty-four hours.

Ivy kept checking the time. They had already been there for half an hour and had not managed to get any closer to finding out anything of value. Eventually, a man in a suit - likely on the city council board - walked onto a small stage, his expression serious.

"We have called in experts from across the country," he said with a serious and steady tone. It was clear on his face that he didn't have any good news to share, and he spoke into the microphone with a rehearsed tone as he stood and looked out across the crowd. "As soon as we have more information, we'll share it with you all. Until then, we ask that you remain calm and avoid passing judgement onto others - whatever has happened, there are people affected by it that need our support and understanding.." That was it. After those words, he began to apologize for the lack of clarity and then started to encourage people to return to their homes.

"Is it true that you had sexual intercourse with your 18 year old secretary?" one of the reporters from the local paper shouted - and the balding man walked off the stage in a hurry, looking embarrassed and irritated. The murmurs among the crowd turned louder, but most still started to shuffle towards the exit with disappointed looks.

Ivy and Johanna looked at the leaving crowd, then at each other. It was clear that Johanna was starting to freak out again, and Ivy placed her hand on the young girl's back, rubbing it soothingly. "Come on.. Let's head back home. We're not going to get any answers here right now.." Ivy said. She took Johanna's hand in her own, and pulled her away from the crowd, hoping to give them both some space to think.

"We're going back to your place?" Johanna said, suddenly eager. Ivy gave her a scowl, but didn't reply. She realized that she had to get used to the idea of Johanna and her father together, at least until they figured out what was going on, and if things could somehow be reversed. So she swallowed hard, nodded once, then walked out of the building with the other girl in tow. "Thank you," Johanna said reluctantly. "I really don't want to be alone right now."

They returned to the curb outside, the truck still where they had left it. "You're still going at it!?" Ivy exclaimed loudly as she opened the door and found Lucy and Elenore in the backseat, naked from head to toe, licking and kissing each other all over like horny animals in heat. The blonde girl looked up at her, biting her lower lip. The embarrassment was clear on her face, but so was the arousal. Ivy pinched her nose. "It smells like urine in here now!"

"S-Sorry," she mumbled - but Lucy interrupted her.

"That's because Elenore is a bad girl and spilled some! Aren't you?" She grabbed her friends head, pulling her in for a kiss. "But she'll do better next time. Won't you, El?" Lucy was stroking Elenore's cheek with one hand, running her fingers across Elenore's soft skin. The blonde girl sighed and nodded.

"Y-Yeah.." she whispered softly. "I'll drink it all next time, Lulu.."

Ivy just groaned. Seeing her two friends act so indecent was turning her on too much, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself. "Whatever.." she mumbled and rolled her eyes, then glanced at Johanna, who was looking equally flustered. "Come on, let's get back to my place. We'll just hang out there until this whole thing starts making sense."

Elenore found her voice. "Actually, can you drop me and Lucy off at my place?" She bit onto her bottom lip. Her blonde hair was disheveled, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "I think.. Uhm.. It's best if we get out of your way for tonight."

Lucy couldn't help but grin as she heard Elenore say that. She wrapped her arms around her friend, squeezing her tightly. "Yeah! We just want to be alone for now!"

--- 3 ---

"We're making the news across the country it seems," Ivy frowned, leaning back in the leather-clad couch, scrolling through her phone once more. "There's video clips of people screwing each other's brains out down at the police station, in a couple of stores, behind the library, and even at city hall itself." She paused. "Actually, they don't seem to care much if people are watching or not. The journalists are calling our town 'sex crazed' and 'out of control'. No one seems to speak much about why it's happening, though."

"It's crazy that so many people are letting this happen to themselves!" Johanna said, trying to control her emotions from running away again. "This is not normal! I don't want to act like I'm not in control of myself!"

Ivy turned red as she heard Lucy's words, thinking about her own sexual activities of the previous night - and how much she missed being with Stan. She wondered if she'd let him take her in the middle of a crowded room, or somewhere out in public, with people watching her. A rush of excitement spread throughout Ivy's entire body, her skin tingling and her nipples hardening. "W-Well.. You do what you feel you have to do to get by, I suppose." Her voice was small, as if she wasn't entirely sure of her own words.

Mister Campbell returned not long thereafter, and Johanna lit up like a firecracker, throwing herself into his arms and wrapping herself around him, planting kisses on his lips. "I missed you," she mumbled, instantly teary-eyed.

Ivy couldn't help but watch, a strange sensation welling up inside of her. It was a type of jealousy that she felt, as if she couldn't shake the strange sense that Johanna was taking over her father's life, and consuming his already limited time. The tall man picked up the young girl in his arms with ease, despite her being on the heavier side - and he was laughing, clearly not minding her advances at all. After exchanging a few more smooches, the middle-aged man turned towards his daughter.

"By the way, Ives - I think Stan just got home.." He said, glancing towards Ivy. She stood up fast, almost jumping towards the door in a hurry. But then she paused. Why was she acting like this? Like a lovesick puppy, over a man she barely knew, and whom she had never found attractive before? She let out a sigh, glanced at Lucy and Elenore, who were making out again - then shook her head. The 'why' didn't matter. She had to see him.

"I.. I'll be right back," she mumbled awkwardly, and walked out the front door.

--- 4 ---

Johanna held her lover's gaze as she slid out of her pants, underwear going with it - then turned around and pulled her tank top up and off, casting it aside carelessly, revealing her chubby body. She crawled onto Mister Campbell's bed, and presented herself. Face down, ass up. The position made her blush slightly, yet it also helped her focus on the feelings inside of her - the deep need that she was experiencing to please the man she was so infatuated with. It wasn't just lust she felt for him. This was something more.

She let out a gasp as she felt his fingers spread her ass cheeks wide. Her pussy was sopping wet, and he used her natural fluids, rubbing it in circles across her eager anus. Then she bit her lower lip and moaned softly, when the tip of his member pushed against her tight asshole, poking and prodding as if to tease her. "Pl-Please.. Put it inside.." she whimpered, trying to push back against him. She felt so vulnerable, and yet completely safe at the same time, and she realized just how deeply she trusted the man she had grown so attached to over night.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he growled softly, before pushing forward with his hips. Her tight bottom was still too much for him, though, and Johanna groaned as she felt him struggle to fit himself in. He did not relent, forcing the head of his cock against her anus and trying to penetrate it again. And eventually he succeeded - pushing through her tight ring of muscle with one intense motion, feeling her anus clamp down on him like a vice as he penetrated her to the hilt. Johanna let out a stifled sound. "You like that?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Y-Yeah," she managed to say. "I need you inside me.." The words just spilled from her lips as naturally as if she'd been saying it for years. Her body was so overwhelmed by the sensations of having sex with the man that she hadn't even realized how true it was. His masculine, calloused hands on her hips felt incredible as they helped guide her towards him. And then, when he suddenly pulled out halfway, only to thrust himself forward once more - Johanna screamed out into the pillows. Perhaps people could even hear her outside, she thought for a brief moment - then realized that it didn't matter much. She wanted to be loud. She wanted to let it all out. This feeling was too good, and too intense. It was clear she had been playing with her butt a lot from the way she handled him with such ease now. Such delightful want.

"I can't believe you're the same age as my daughter," he said in disbelief, stroking his hands across her skin, marvelling at how soft she was - how small and tight she felt around him. Everything about what they did felt forbidden and exciting, yet right. "This is like a dream come true, Johanna." Her little body quivered beneath him as he fucked her, gasping, whimpering, moaning softly into the pillow. She was just letting the sensations sweep her away. His thick shaft pushed into her deep and hard with each thrust, filling her hole completely and leaving her feeling pleasantly stuffed - overwhelmed in the best of ways, with pleasure reaching from her nethers to the tip of her toes.

Johanna swallowed hard, and spoke the words that came into her mind next: "Tell me I'm yours," she gasped softly. A part of her was scared, not knowing what had caused the strange phenomenon that made the town go sex-crazed. It also meant they didn't know if it would last forever. The thought of him leaving her or finding someone else - dreaming of someone else - it terrified her.

"You are my woman," he growled, and Johanna felt the smile creep across her lips. She contorted her body slightly so she could cast a glance backwards, and she saw that Mister Campbell was losing himself to the passion between them. There was something animalistic in his eyes, and it made her physically shiver with delight. "My anal only slut," he roared, and the title he had given her pushed her closer to her own climax. The thought of him having his way with her bottom over and over again made her pussy drip even more, the juice leaking down her legs.

"Do you like how filthy I am for you?" she asked. His hips slapped against her plump ass with each thrust now, the slapping sound echoing through the house, their combined motions making the bed creak and shake. "How my ass takes you so happily, as if it were made just for you?"

He let out a guttural grunt in response. "Yes," he groaned, and then the older man reached forward, grabbed onto her shoulder, and pulled her up, forcing her onto her knees. Then, with his hand around her midsection - caressing her belly, feeling the skin of his daughter's friend - he started pounding away at her asshole like a mad man. It felt so wrong and yet so good, and the room was filled with lewd noises. Johanna cried out each time he pushed in deep, her moans growing in volume and pitch as he made love to her from behind.