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Wicked Ending (Illegal, Indecent and Immoral. You have been warned).
This is a direct continuation from Part 3 (Penultimate). It represents an alternative conclusion than that presented in the Goodish Ending. You may consider whichever one you wish to be cannon. Ignore the other as a figment, a dream or the wishful thinking of one sister or the other.
Alyssa was now sitting on the couch, legs crossed in the lotus position. A strap wrapped around her overlapping calves ensured her legs were not moving. Her only comfort in the position was that her naked pussy was at least partially concealed. Unfortunately, her bare breasts were still fully exposed, waiting to be tortured.
Behind her sat Beth. The amazonian woman had stripped down to her bra and panties, allowing her well toned body to be exposed. Despite her size, Beth’s physique wasn’t bulky with bulging muscles. Instead it was sleek and lean, like a panther or a cheetah. Despite its athletic build, her body still had the subtle curves that marked it as feminine.
Alyssa’s arms were pulled back, around Beth’s back. There they had been bound tightly, pressing their bodies together. Beth’s legs were wrapped around Alyssa’s, pressing their thighs together. Enveloped as she was by flesh and ropes, Alyssa could barely wiggle nevermind moving or escaping.
Binding Alyssa in that manner had been all Beth’s idea, but it hadn’t been easy. Getting her into that helpless position had taken great skill and effort by both women. It still might not have been possible had not Alyssa been exhausted from the wicked tickling of her nipples. Her muscles still felt like jello. Wrestling was quite beyond her now.
Mindy had now moved to the bed where Tim was still tied spread eagle. Tim was still almost completely nude, wearing only the tickling garment strapped around his buttocks. His manhood poked through a hole in the garment and pointed straight to the ceiling. Mindy was ready to use Tim’s greatest weakness against him, the one his wife had been forced to reveal.
“This is what you want, is it?” Mindy said, sitting on the bed near Tim’s waist. Started taking off her socks, baring her feet and moving them up onto the bed.
“No, please not that,” Tim said, his voice now timid, all defiance gone. He had always had such a hard time resisting bare feet. It was always a major test of willpower not to stare at them at the beach or any other place where women exposed their soles and toes. One of his major fears in life had been for Mindy to find out about his fetish, knowing she would use it against him. Luckily, she had mostly kept her’s covered, probably afraid her sister would try to tickle them in their never ending struggle for dominance.
But now his sister-in-law knew, and there was nothing he could do to get away from her, to protect himself against what she was about to do.
Slowly, teasingly, Mindy placed her feet only inches from Tim’s face, allowing him to examine them closely. They were close to perfect, barely size six, with small, slightly pudgy toes. The arch was not high but it was pronounced, flowing gracefully from heels to the balls of her feet. The soles were pink and looked buttery soft, each faint line and wrinkle appearing to have been expertly placed, gently carved by a master craftsperson.
Tim’s eyes grew wide, overwhelmed by the beauty so close to him. They…called to him, enticing him. He felt his mouth water and hunger growing inside that was impossible to force down. Tim knew he had to hod out, couldn’t give in but…but…it was so hard…
“Go ahead, lick them,” Mindy taunted, “It’s OK. I know you want to. Just one quick stroke with your tongue. Your wife won’t mind. After all, it’s just my feet.”
“No!” Alyssa yelled from across the room, “I mind! Tim, don’t give in thuhuhuuuuhu ha aha ahahah ahah dohohohnnntt ah ahahaha gihihihihivvheheheheheh ahahahaha ihihinnnn aha ahaha ahah stawwwppp itt h ahahahahahah!!!”
Beth had started lightly running her fingernails over the bottoms of Alyssa’s soles. The lotus position she was trapped in turned her feet so their soles faced straight up parallel to the ceiling. Giving them a few delicate tickles barely required Beth to move her arms. Alyssa’s soles called out to be touched the way they were situated.
“Please don’t ruin our moment,” Mindy said without turning her head, “That is quite rude. You know how much he is enjoying this.” Her eyes never left Tim’s, as if she were trying to burn her gaze into his soul, to see every secret he possessed. It was intimate and much more.
Alyssa had more to say, outrage to vent. IT WAS HER HUSBAND!! How dare Mindy scold her for RUINING THEIR MOMENT!!! But Beth kept tickling her feet, testing her soles, playing with them, grazing her index fingers over the center of the bottom of each foot. Alyssa couldn’t shake the sensation, no matter how hard she tried. Instead of yelling, she was sputtering and giggling, a huge smile plastered on her face.
That was one of the maddening things about being tickled. No matter how angry you were, no matter how much jealousy filled you, all you could express was laughter. Her husband was being stolen in front of her eyes, and all she could do was chuckle and titter like an idiot. No matter how hard she tried to stifle those noises, they kept slipping out, making a mockery of the real emotions she was trying to express.
“He eh eheheh bahaahahbbyyyyyy eh eheeheh bahahahbbyyyyyy ehehehe EEHEHKKK pleheeheheehsseee he ehehe dohohohhonnnnn nttt ha ahaah ahaha grrrr ah ahahah h Haaha”
At another time, Tim might have empathized with his wife, but at that moment he had his own internal struggle. So far that night, he had endured everything Mindy had thrown at him, been tickled mercilessly and had his manhood teased and pleasured and been shown forbidden flesh, but this was different. Those had been frontal assaults against his willpower. Her feet, however, were like a siren’s call, casting a spell on him. They were subverting his ability to restrain himself, corrupting it.
And those toes started moving back and forth, left to right, like a pendulum. Despite his best effort, Tim couldn’t take his eyes off of them. His head turned slightly to keep up with them, not even blinking so he wouldn’t miss a single second of staring at them. After a few minutes, those toes began to have a hypnotic effect on him, more and more of his thoughts disappearing leaving only his fixation on that foot.
Sensing when she had him under her spell, Mindy started caressing Tim’s cheek with her toes slowfully, playfully. At the same time, she started running one finger up and down his erect shaft, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through him.
“Just listen to her,” Mindy said in her most sultry voice, “You wife finds this funny! She doesn’t really care. It’s all some big game to my sister. You are trying so hard to be good, but she thinks its all some big joke. All I’m trying to do is make you happy. Just tell me my feet are pretty. They are, aren’t they? Say the words and I’ll let you play with them.”
Tim’s world was spiraling. Just looking at Mindy’s precious feet was enough to drive him crazy with desire. Feeling her soft toes on his skin made him want to beg like a dog. Maybe the most tempting of all, though, was the smell. It wasn’t the stench of dirty socks or old shoes that filled his lungs, but the spicy aroma that only came from bare feet. For Tim, that was a devilish , overpowering aphrodisiac.
In that moment, the rational part of Tim’s mind reached out for the one thing that had given him strength through that torturous evening, his wife. He loved her and didn't want to hurt her. He had fought all evening for her. But hearing her laughter in the background robbed him of that strength. As his mind kept slipping, new thoughts popped in. Maybe Alyson didn’t care, maybe she wouldn’t mind. maybe…That was enough to push him over the edge.
“Th…they…your f…feet are so…so pr…pretty…” Tim sputtered, “soooooo…pr…prettyyy,” The words flowed out of his mouth like they were gospel. The enchantment her soles cast on him was tightening around his spirit.
A look of victory illuminated Mindy’s face. Giving Alyssa a quick, smug look, Mindy placed her big toe on Tim’s lips and gently pushed. The young man immediately took the appendage into his mouth and started sucking. His expression became like the one a fussy baby wears when his mother gives him a pacifier.
For Tim, it was bliss. The last few hours had been traumatic for him. It was more than that he had been tortured all that time, stimulated almost beyond endurance and kept inches away from orgasm. The act of resisting had kept him in an internal turmoil, but it was that turmoil that had his will from shattering. Now that he had given in though, there was peace. He could feel the turmoil start draining from him,.
He could at last enjoy everything. Enjoy the taste of Mindy’s toe, savor the even stronger smell of her foot and delight in the glorious feeling coming from his cock as Mindy continued stroking it. The simple act of wanting the pleasure, of reveling in it instead of his every thought being of restraint and forbearance was like eating a delicious meal after fasting. Even the background noise of his wife’s laughter was becoming more like the soothing music in a spa and less the cruel mockery of his efforts.
“He ehe eheehhehe dohohohhoonnntt he ehehe eheheheh,” Alyssa’s giggles flooded the room, but this time directed at her sister instead of her husband, “h ehe eheheehhe pleheheehhssseee h eheeh PLEHEEHHHEHEHHHEESSEEE H HAAHA dohohonnttt h aha hah taaahahahkkeheheheh hiihihmmmm haahah frhohohhommmmmm heeh mehehehe!!!”
Beth was tickling her soles harder now, faster, fingernails moving closer and closer to Alyssa’s wiggling toes. The sensation was maddening as usual, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation in her chest. Her sister was stealing the most important thing in her world, and Alyssa knew it was all her fault.
“Am I as pretty as my feet are, my little man?” Mindy continued, ignoring her sister, “Tell me I’m pretty, please? I need you to say it.” Mindy pulled her toe from her mouth, lifted her foot and dangled her sole a few hairs from Tim’s mouth. She moved it back, just out of his reach. It was like giving a fish a little bit of line.
And Tim did watch her toes, his eyes sliding back and forth in the socket, their look becoming more and more vacant, a fog settling in on his brain. When his eyes finally found Mindy’s face again, it was as if he was seeing her for the very first time.
“Yes, oh yes Mindy, you are beautiful! You're like a princess shimmering in the light.” Tim said, voice full of emotion, practically bursting with something Alyssa would not name even in her own thoughts.
At some unspoken communication between them, Tim started licking Mindy’s sole. He used long licks with the flat of his tongue that ran from heel to toes. The strokes were firm enough that they didn’t tickle even feet as sensitive as Mindy’s. Once he started, it didn’t seem that Tim was capable of stopping.
In response, Mindy started stroking his cock a bit faster, pressing her fingertips against the skin a bit more firmly. She also pressed a button on her remote control, and the shackles holding Tim’s wrists and ankles opened. For the first time in hours, he was free.
But not really. A different type of bondage held him now. One hand held Mindy’s ankle in a tender embrace while the other started caressing the top of her foot, stroking it as if it were the most precious object in all the world. Through it all, Tim continued kissing the bottom of Mindy’s sole, licking it with all the enthusiasm of a child given his favorite flavor of popsicle.
Deeper and deeper Tim found himself slipping under Mindy’s spell. All five of his senses were being used to entangle him. He could taste her toes, stroke her feet, smell their rich aroma and stare at their beauty. And his wife’s laughter, a sound he had grown to love so much over the years flowed through his ears. After all he had endured, the combination was too much.
Tim broke
“I love you,” he said, voice practically breaking, “I love so so much! You are everything, you are my queen!” His every thought was now of Mindy, of pleasing her and being pleased by her. Thoughts of Alyssa were vanishing as he fell more and more under Mindy’s control.
“Do you want to cum now?” Mindy asked, her voice soft and affectionate, like a lover wanting only to please her partner. Only the sly glance she shot to her hysterical sister betrayed her real feelings.
A desperation filled Alyssa as she saw her husband vanishing before her. She knew Tim was under some kind of spell, weakened by the hours of tickling then enchanted by her sister’s feet. She needed to say something, anything that would break him out of it. Those words existed, words to remind him of their marriage vows, of their love, of their life together, but with the laughter burning her lungs, she could not make her mouth form them.
“HA AHAH AHAHAHA NAWWOOOOOO AHA AHAHAH THHIIHMMMM HA AHAHAHAHAHA NAWOOOO AOAO DOHONNTTT HAHAHAHAAHAHA NAWOOOOO AH AHAHA I I I HAAHAHAHA LHUHUUUHUVVEE AHAAHAHA YUHUHUUU!!!! STAWWWPPPP!!!”
Beth was focusing on Alyssa’s long toes now, fingers scratching at their pads and forcing their way in between their long stems. The sensation those fingers generated stabbed into Alyssa’s brain, the hysteria forcing the language centers of her brain to shut down.
Making it even harder to focus were the kisses Beth was applying to her neck, from down near her collarbone to the nape. Those sensations were quite different from the ones caused by the fingers playing her ribs like a piano. Beth’s mouth made shivers run up and down Alyssa’s spine, her breath coming out his gasps.
Yet through all the cacophony surrounding her, Alyssa clearly heard Tim’s response.
“Yes, please,” were the only words he said softly, but to Alyssa they were a thunderclap.
It took only a few seconds. Tim had been right on the edge for so long, and now that there was no fight in his soul any longer, there was nothing holding back the flood gates. All Mindy had to do was squeeze just so and move her hand in that one certain way. The eruption of cum followed immediately. And for both of them, everything changed. His free will was gone. All Tim could do was stare lovingly into Mindy's eyes, gently caress the top of her foot and wait for her next command.
Not Quite the End.
Next is the real, real finale, Alyssa's Fate
This is a direct continuation from Part 3 (Penultimate). It represents an alternative conclusion than that presented in the Goodish Ending. You may consider whichever one you wish to be cannon. Ignore the other as a figment, a dream or the wishful thinking of one sister or the other.
Alyssa was now sitting on the couch, legs crossed in the lotus position. A strap wrapped around her overlapping calves ensured her legs were not moving. Her only comfort in the position was that her naked pussy was at least partially concealed. Unfortunately, her bare breasts were still fully exposed, waiting to be tortured.
Behind her sat Beth. The amazonian woman had stripped down to her bra and panties, allowing her well toned body to be exposed. Despite her size, Beth’s physique wasn’t bulky with bulging muscles. Instead it was sleek and lean, like a panther or a cheetah. Despite its athletic build, her body still had the subtle curves that marked it as feminine.
Alyssa’s arms were pulled back, around Beth’s back. There they had been bound tightly, pressing their bodies together. Beth’s legs were wrapped around Alyssa’s, pressing their thighs together. Enveloped as she was by flesh and ropes, Alyssa could barely wiggle nevermind moving or escaping.
Binding Alyssa in that manner had been all Beth’s idea, but it hadn’t been easy. Getting her into that helpless position had taken great skill and effort by both women. It still might not have been possible had not Alyssa been exhausted from the wicked tickling of her nipples. Her muscles still felt like jello. Wrestling was quite beyond her now.
Mindy had now moved to the bed where Tim was still tied spread eagle. Tim was still almost completely nude, wearing only the tickling garment strapped around his buttocks. His manhood poked through a hole in the garment and pointed straight to the ceiling. Mindy was ready to use Tim’s greatest weakness against him, the one his wife had been forced to reveal.
“This is what you want, is it?” Mindy said, sitting on the bed near Tim’s waist. Started taking off her socks, baring her feet and moving them up onto the bed.
“No, please not that,” Tim said, his voice now timid, all defiance gone. He had always had such a hard time resisting bare feet. It was always a major test of willpower not to stare at them at the beach or any other place where women exposed their soles and toes. One of his major fears in life had been for Mindy to find out about his fetish, knowing she would use it against him. Luckily, she had mostly kept her’s covered, probably afraid her sister would try to tickle them in their never ending struggle for dominance.
But now his sister-in-law knew, and there was nothing he could do to get away from her, to protect himself against what she was about to do.
Slowly, teasingly, Mindy placed her feet only inches from Tim’s face, allowing him to examine them closely. They were close to perfect, barely size six, with small, slightly pudgy toes. The arch was not high but it was pronounced, flowing gracefully from heels to the balls of her feet. The soles were pink and looked buttery soft, each faint line and wrinkle appearing to have been expertly placed, gently carved by a master craftsperson.
Tim’s eyes grew wide, overwhelmed by the beauty so close to him. They…called to him, enticing him. He felt his mouth water and hunger growing inside that was impossible to force down. Tim knew he had to hod out, couldn’t give in but…but…it was so hard…
“Go ahead, lick them,” Mindy taunted, “It’s OK. I know you want to. Just one quick stroke with your tongue. Your wife won’t mind. After all, it’s just my feet.”
“No!” Alyssa yelled from across the room, “I mind! Tim, don’t give in thuhuhuuuuhu ha aha ahahah ahah dohohohnnntt ah ahahaha gihihihihivvheheheheheh ahahahaha ihihinnnn aha ahaha ahah stawwwppp itt h ahahahahahah!!!”
Beth had started lightly running her fingernails over the bottoms of Alyssa’s soles. The lotus position she was trapped in turned her feet so their soles faced straight up parallel to the ceiling. Giving them a few delicate tickles barely required Beth to move her arms. Alyssa’s soles called out to be touched the way they were situated.
“Please don’t ruin our moment,” Mindy said without turning her head, “That is quite rude. You know how much he is enjoying this.” Her eyes never left Tim’s, as if she were trying to burn her gaze into his soul, to see every secret he possessed. It was intimate and much more.
Alyssa had more to say, outrage to vent. IT WAS HER HUSBAND!! How dare Mindy scold her for RUINING THEIR MOMENT!!! But Beth kept tickling her feet, testing her soles, playing with them, grazing her index fingers over the center of the bottom of each foot. Alyssa couldn’t shake the sensation, no matter how hard she tried. Instead of yelling, she was sputtering and giggling, a huge smile plastered on her face.
That was one of the maddening things about being tickled. No matter how angry you were, no matter how much jealousy filled you, all you could express was laughter. Her husband was being stolen in front of her eyes, and all she could do was chuckle and titter like an idiot. No matter how hard she tried to stifle those noises, they kept slipping out, making a mockery of the real emotions she was trying to express.
“He eh eheheh bahaahahbbyyyyyy eh eheeheh bahahahbbyyyyyy ehehehe EEHEHKKK pleheeheheehsseee he ehehe dohohohhonnnnn nttt ha ahaah ahaha grrrr ah ahahah h Haaha”
At another time, Tim might have empathized with his wife, but at that moment he had his own internal struggle. So far that night, he had endured everything Mindy had thrown at him, been tickled mercilessly and had his manhood teased and pleasured and been shown forbidden flesh, but this was different. Those had been frontal assaults against his willpower. Her feet, however, were like a siren’s call, casting a spell on him. They were subverting his ability to restrain himself, corrupting it.
And those toes started moving back and forth, left to right, like a pendulum. Despite his best effort, Tim couldn’t take his eyes off of them. His head turned slightly to keep up with them, not even blinking so he wouldn’t miss a single second of staring at them. After a few minutes, those toes began to have a hypnotic effect on him, more and more of his thoughts disappearing leaving only his fixation on that foot.
Sensing when she had him under her spell, Mindy started caressing Tim’s cheek with her toes slowfully, playfully. At the same time, she started running one finger up and down his erect shaft, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through him.
“Just listen to her,” Mindy said in her most sultry voice, “You wife finds this funny! She doesn’t really care. It’s all some big game to my sister. You are trying so hard to be good, but she thinks its all some big joke. All I’m trying to do is make you happy. Just tell me my feet are pretty. They are, aren’t they? Say the words and I’ll let you play with them.”
Tim’s world was spiraling. Just looking at Mindy’s precious feet was enough to drive him crazy with desire. Feeling her soft toes on his skin made him want to beg like a dog. Maybe the most tempting of all, though, was the smell. It wasn’t the stench of dirty socks or old shoes that filled his lungs, but the spicy aroma that only came from bare feet. For Tim, that was a devilish , overpowering aphrodisiac.
In that moment, the rational part of Tim’s mind reached out for the one thing that had given him strength through that torturous evening, his wife. He loved her and didn't want to hurt her. He had fought all evening for her. But hearing her laughter in the background robbed him of that strength. As his mind kept slipping, new thoughts popped in. Maybe Alyson didn’t care, maybe she wouldn’t mind. maybe…That was enough to push him over the edge.
“Th…they…your f…feet are so…so pr…pretty…” Tim sputtered, “soooooo…pr…prettyyy,” The words flowed out of his mouth like they were gospel. The enchantment her soles cast on him was tightening around his spirit.
A look of victory illuminated Mindy’s face. Giving Alyssa a quick, smug look, Mindy placed her big toe on Tim’s lips and gently pushed. The young man immediately took the appendage into his mouth and started sucking. His expression became like the one a fussy baby wears when his mother gives him a pacifier.
For Tim, it was bliss. The last few hours had been traumatic for him. It was more than that he had been tortured all that time, stimulated almost beyond endurance and kept inches away from orgasm. The act of resisting had kept him in an internal turmoil, but it was that turmoil that had his will from shattering. Now that he had given in though, there was peace. He could feel the turmoil start draining from him,.
He could at last enjoy everything. Enjoy the taste of Mindy’s toe, savor the even stronger smell of her foot and delight in the glorious feeling coming from his cock as Mindy continued stroking it. The simple act of wanting the pleasure, of reveling in it instead of his every thought being of restraint and forbearance was like eating a delicious meal after fasting. Even the background noise of his wife’s laughter was becoming more like the soothing music in a spa and less the cruel mockery of his efforts.
“He ehe eheehhehe dohohohhoonnntt he ehehe eheheheh,” Alyssa’s giggles flooded the room, but this time directed at her sister instead of her husband, “h ehe eheheehhe pleheheehhssseee h eheeh PLEHEEHHHEHEHHHEESSEEE H HAAHA dohohonnttt h aha hah taaahahahkkeheheheh hiihihmmmm haahah frhohohhommmmmm heeh mehehehe!!!”
Beth was tickling her soles harder now, faster, fingernails moving closer and closer to Alyssa’s wiggling toes. The sensation was maddening as usual, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation in her chest. Her sister was stealing the most important thing in her world, and Alyssa knew it was all her fault.
“Am I as pretty as my feet are, my little man?” Mindy continued, ignoring her sister, “Tell me I’m pretty, please? I need you to say it.” Mindy pulled her toe from her mouth, lifted her foot and dangled her sole a few hairs from Tim’s mouth. She moved it back, just out of his reach. It was like giving a fish a little bit of line.
And Tim did watch her toes, his eyes sliding back and forth in the socket, their look becoming more and more vacant, a fog settling in on his brain. When his eyes finally found Mindy’s face again, it was as if he was seeing her for the very first time.
“Yes, oh yes Mindy, you are beautiful! You're like a princess shimmering in the light.” Tim said, voice full of emotion, practically bursting with something Alyssa would not name even in her own thoughts.
At some unspoken communication between them, Tim started licking Mindy’s sole. He used long licks with the flat of his tongue that ran from heel to toes. The strokes were firm enough that they didn’t tickle even feet as sensitive as Mindy’s. Once he started, it didn’t seem that Tim was capable of stopping.
In response, Mindy started stroking his cock a bit faster, pressing her fingertips against the skin a bit more firmly. She also pressed a button on her remote control, and the shackles holding Tim’s wrists and ankles opened. For the first time in hours, he was free.
But not really. A different type of bondage held him now. One hand held Mindy’s ankle in a tender embrace while the other started caressing the top of her foot, stroking it as if it were the most precious object in all the world. Through it all, Tim continued kissing the bottom of Mindy’s sole, licking it with all the enthusiasm of a child given his favorite flavor of popsicle.
Deeper and deeper Tim found himself slipping under Mindy’s spell. All five of his senses were being used to entangle him. He could taste her toes, stroke her feet, smell their rich aroma and stare at their beauty. And his wife’s laughter, a sound he had grown to love so much over the years flowed through his ears. After all he had endured, the combination was too much.
Tim broke
“I love you,” he said, voice practically breaking, “I love so so much! You are everything, you are my queen!” His every thought was now of Mindy, of pleasing her and being pleased by her. Thoughts of Alyssa were vanishing as he fell more and more under Mindy’s control.
“Do you want to cum now?” Mindy asked, her voice soft and affectionate, like a lover wanting only to please her partner. Only the sly glance she shot to her hysterical sister betrayed her real feelings.
A desperation filled Alyssa as she saw her husband vanishing before her. She knew Tim was under some kind of spell, weakened by the hours of tickling then enchanted by her sister’s feet. She needed to say something, anything that would break him out of it. Those words existed, words to remind him of their marriage vows, of their love, of their life together, but with the laughter burning her lungs, she could not make her mouth form them.
“HA AHAH AHAHAHA NAWWOOOOOO AHA AHAHAH THHIIHMMMM HA AHAHAHAHAHA NAWOOOO AOAO DOHONNTTT HAHAHAHAAHAHA NAWOOOOO AH AHAHA I I I HAAHAHAHA LHUHUUUHUVVEE AHAAHAHA YUHUHUUU!!!! STAWWWPPPP!!!”
Beth was focusing on Alyssa’s long toes now, fingers scratching at their pads and forcing their way in between their long stems. The sensation those fingers generated stabbed into Alyssa’s brain, the hysteria forcing the language centers of her brain to shut down.
Making it even harder to focus were the kisses Beth was applying to her neck, from down near her collarbone to the nape. Those sensations were quite different from the ones caused by the fingers playing her ribs like a piano. Beth’s mouth made shivers run up and down Alyssa’s spine, her breath coming out his gasps.
Yet through all the cacophony surrounding her, Alyssa clearly heard Tim’s response.
“Yes, please,” were the only words he said softly, but to Alyssa they were a thunderclap.
It took only a few seconds. Tim had been right on the edge for so long, and now that there was no fight in his soul any longer, there was nothing holding back the flood gates. All Mindy had to do was squeeze just so and move her hand in that one certain way. The eruption of cum followed immediately. And for both of them, everything changed. His free will was gone. All Tim could do was stare lovingly into Mindy's eyes, gently caress the top of her foot and wait for her next command.
Not Quite the End.
Next is the real, real finale, Alyssa's Fate
