The weekend passed well; Cheryl was able to wear a façade of normalcy around her mother and brother while she slipped deeper into her real self, the desperately faithful and loving slave of Josh. She could smile and laugh with Josh, secure in the knowledge that she was moving with deliberation and forethought to her goal of complete servitude. She could talk to her mom about everyday things while she, the essential her, was a million miles away, gratefully servicing her bother's perfect cock. She realized at one point at dinner on Sunday that she was experiencing a detailed fantasy of servicing, cupping, gently laving and holding Josh's balls while the smallest part of her mind smiled and chatted at dinner. The separation between her body's incredible arousal and the surface chitchat of her mask were startling. She had only the faintest idea of what balls looked like; health class and a few stolen images on the internet left her with a hazy impression at best. She still was able to picture in great detail her service; gently cradling the precious sac, listening to Josh tell her what felt good, maybe telling her what a nasty cunt she was while she nuzzled his balls, felt the skin and hair under her tongue. Each moment of fantasy reinforced her feelings of love and devotion, she ached to tell him how she felt, but for now it was hidden behind the veil of her other self.
Saturday and Sunday night were marathon sessions of masturbation: at one point on Sunday night, somewhat worn out, she conceived the notion of coating Josh's dick and nuts with warmed massage oil. That sent her into a new frenzy; how sweet and rewarding it would be to take her time and stroke his wonderful cock while he lay on his bed groaning; gently rubbing his gorgeous balls and jacking him off firmly to climax. Then she would of course lick up every sweet drop of his precious cum like the cum-guzzling whore she was.
Monday was a fast day, spent idly dreaming of Josh looming over her during classes. She did notice Jinny was not at school, and wondered what her and her mom were doing; perhaps playing with that nice man at the mall.
Cheryl was grateful now in reflection; the man who had seemed so strange was really like an angel in one sense, annunciating the truth. She wished she could show him how grateful she was, but she was sure Jinny and Mrs. Grieg had taken care of that.
Monday night was exciting; she spent from about 9pm until 11pm role-playing in her room. A particular fun was waddling around her room, panties and shorts down around her ankles, looking ridiculous as she lewdly pumped her butt with her substitute dildo. She looked ridiculous, and that pleased her; soon she would be allowed to humiliate herself in front of Josh; be his silly little fuck toy.
On Tuesday Jinny showed up at school, alternating classroom normalcy with searing looks and pleading glances. They finally had a chance to talk at lunch. Jinny smiled her normal smile at Cheryl, and mouthed in the merest whisper "He showed me that my cunt belongs to you. I'm your cunt. Mom and I were so grateful to him. We practiced for you last night." Cheryl smiled; how wonderful. The man who had helped them had left her a present, and she knew he wanted it used the right way. She would use it the right way. They chatted for a while, all the time Cheryl slipping notes to Jinny.
Her best friend, her soon to be lover and slave she knew, looked at her with pathetic gratitude as she read what she had to do. Jinny finished up lunch early, running to the bathroom to find a stall to follow through with her first set of instructions. Jinny felt good, and loved, and filthy doing what her owner told her to do. It hurt, but the hurt was good,
Finally Friday rolled around, the Friday Cheryl had waited for so patiently. Mom out of town for the entire weekend on work, and Josh broken up with Sara. That the break up was now official was in no way a surprise to her; this was meant to be. The love that guided her was like a palpable force, and she knew nothing could go wrong. Her ritual masturbation was slow and languorous on Thursday, and followed multiple love letters (unsent of course) expressing her devotion to Josh. She had not been much of a writer before, but now words of praise and absolute devotion gushed forth in a geyser of erotic feeling. She wrote, dressed in panties and a bra (Josh would like that, she was sure), while her left hand wandered over her body. Sometimes she cruelly worked one nipple and breast, stretching the nipple from the bra out until she wept, telling him in her letter how she could imagine him so overwrought with passion he brutally yanked her tits. Other times she shifted her weight to one side so she could work her middle and ring finger into her ass, rotating them as hard and deep as she dared without injuring herself. Finally she reached a point of emotional exhaustion, and knew it was time for her ritual masturbation and then restful sleep. Tomorrow would be a big day.
Friday afternoon she caught a ride to Jinny's house. Everything had been arranged: a slightly bemused but still easy going Josh had agreed to stay home and let her cook a "gourmet meal" that night. She would stop at Jinny's house, get the wine and food she had ordered, do some studying and then make her life correct and proper.
Her cousin, a senior, had dropped her off at Jinny's, and she hummed sweetly to herself, a pretty young girl in love as she rang the doorbell. Jinny answered in a robe, smiling like the sun breaking out from behind the clouds.
"Hi Cheryl, oh I am so happy to see you. Come in please." Mrs. Grieg was there too in the kitchen, walking in from the den in a black cotton tank top and a bra. Jinny immediately dropped her robe to the floor; they were wearing the same outfit. Cheryl smiled at their attempt to please her, and at their eager looks went to each of them separately and gave both a long, slow kiss, lingering over the soft lips and tongues of the two.
"You both look very good," Cheryl smiled again, and she could see Jinny glow at the praise, while her mom seemed to stand stiffer and straighter. She said to Cheryl,
"I am so proud of my little girl, I just know she will be the best cunt slave for you. That nice man at the motel explained everything...to think that I would have the girl who would be your cunt slave!" Mrs. Grieg's eyes shone and her voice was filled with enthusiasm. "I want you to know we have been practicing and practicing. Oh, and all the stuff you ordered is ready. A bottle of Suave Bolla, the salad in that bowl, and just pop the lasagna in the oven at 450 for about 45 minutes with the foil on and you will be set. This is the big night?"
"Yes Mrs. Grieg, it sure is. I am so excited, but I just know it will all work out. Maybe next week I can have Josh over here for a night and we can all serve him." Cheryl smiled. "Would you like that Jinny?" Jinny immediately flushed red around her chest, she drew a ragged breath and nodded vehemently. She had obviously given the idea some thought. "Are the tapes I asked for in the den?"
"Oh yes Cheryl, mom and I had a marathon session last night and watched about 15 total, skipping some parts. They are all stacked, labeled and forwarded to the scene we thought you could use."
The trio moved into the den, and Cheryl popped in the first of the many porn movies she had told her cunt to get. Taking notes, getting a feel for what men might like or be turned on by, she watched multiple blow jobs and anal scenes. At a certain point she realized her cunt slave and mom were waiting somewhat expectantly near here. She smiled, paused the video and turned to them.
"It would really make me happy if you two practiced next to me, or maybe on the floor here at my feet. Maybe you could get out one of the toys you told me about?" Shaking with lust and gratitude Jinny ran to the room she and her mother now shared and came back with a simply enormous double headed dildo. It was ridiculously large and long, like a joke of some sort, flexible and fleshy. The two of them hugged, and slipped off each other's panties, leaving the black tank tops to contrast with their pale skin. Mother and daughter, each with curly, dirty blonde hair and red made-up lips, sank to their knees facing each other, and then sat splay legged. Groaning somewhat in pain and pleasure each began to work her end into her own cunt. They began to inch forward, taking more and more in; Cheryl become aware of the smell of arousal and was astonished at how wet they both were.
Heaving breaths made their chests go up and down as they worked closer, legs over-lapping each other until they were almost sitting in each others lap. Small grunts and straining noises, hands reaching to clasp the other forward into an embrace, Cheryl paused her note-taking on a super blow job a raven-tressed beauty was giving to a man with a huge cock. She looked with awe at the two, now fully in each other's lap and loving each other back and forth with rocking hips and desperate kisses.
"Mom, oh mom we have to be good for her......oh have to show her how good we can be and what cunts we are. We are such cunts mom." Her mother put a hand on the back of her daughter's neck and pulled her fiercely into a grinding tongue kiss.
"That's right baby, I made you to be her cunt. That was why you were born, to service her beautiful cunt and be perfect for her...I have to be too. I made you...you came out of this cunt so that makes me a cunt slave too.....we are cunts. I love your filthy cunt, I want your filthy cunt, I want to be a filthy cunt for you......waking up and sucking your cunt this morning made me good made me love you made me a better slut mom." They grew incoherent as their passion mounted, desperate to show Cheryl that they loved her and strained to serve in perfection. This was a model of service, and Cheryl drew inspiration from it. If they could serve a worthless ass slut like her, imagine what she could do for the perfect man, Josh. She knew he would love watching this. It would make him hard and then he could get off in one of them. He deserved a show like this, several woman performing for his benefit and a variety of choices. Cheryl knelt down beside them, grateful for their devotion and help. She told them in whispers how good they were, what satisfying cunts they were while they both wept and came. She kissed them, making them keep the dildo in while she spent a few minutes torturing their tits and wrestling with their mouths; both came again serially, confessing their obedience and love.
Cheryl gathered up her stuff while Mrs. Grieg got ready to drive her home.
After some brief instructions for how they were to spend the weekend, Cheryl and Mrs. Grieg left. It was time to go, time to get ready for the first day of the rest of her life.