Lori wanted to kiss her girlfriend Janel so badly.
Actually, she wanted to do a lot more than that. It had been a full week since her last orgasm, and the brain implant that all lesbians were acquired to receive had been steadily amping her arousal levels for the last three days.
It was just that kissing was… so slutty.
She would prefer to kiss her girlfriend in the old, traditional way, in private, in her bedroom. But the implant simply wouldn’t let her engage in any lesbian activity unless she knew she was in public. And it wouldn’t let her cum unless she was fantasising about a man. Lori wasn’t bisexual, so that was hard for her.
But when Lori and Janel had been outed as lesbians, and implanted, their trainer had shown them a few ways that they could still indulge their sexuality despite the implant.
Janel was just as horny as Lori, and so when Lori went to her – pathetic, needy, humiliated – and proposed a kissing session, Janel was just as desperate for it as Lori, and willing to sacrifice her dignity to achieve it.
They dressed in microbikinis – they could only do this if a critical amount of skin was showing – and went out into their front yard. It was a little before noon. Cars were driving past. Their neighbour Carl was mowing his lawn. The Spencer girls were sunbathing in deck chairs across the street while their father worked on his car.
Janel had brought out the long, thick, rubbery double-ended dildo, and she how inserted this into the canister of artificial semen that they stored in the fridge. It came out slick and coated with a substance that had the taste and consistency of men’s cum. Janel took the end in her mouth and pushed it down her throat until it had pushed past her gag reflex.
Then she stepped towards Lori, and Lori took the other end in her mouth. She had come to love the taste of cum, because she associated it with kissing her girlfriend. She took the dildo down her throat until her lips were able to meet Janel’s, and then they began to kiss – a process halfway between a slutty mash of lips, and an active fellating of the slippery cum-flavoured plastic cock they were mutually sharing.
By this point their neighbours were actively watching. Old Mr Hopper came out of his house next to the Spencers, and came out to the curb to watch. A car came to a stop by the side of the road so its driver could stare at them.
Lori and Janel always intended to keep their bikinis on during these performances, but the implants gave them a rush of pleasure and sexual arousal whenever they objectified another woman for male pleasure. It had, in the past, led each of them to send nude photos of the other to all of their friends, and to call each other sluts and whores in public and divulge each other’s sexual secrets and fantasies in casual conversation.
Now it led them to begin clawing at each other’s swimsuits, each desperate to show the other’s tits and cunt to the watching males, and within seconds they were both nude, and moaning with pleasure at having betrayed their lover for the sexual entertainment of men.
Lori got a knee between Janel’s legs, and soon they were humping their wet, nude cunts against each other’s thighs, using their hands to squeeze each other’s tits.
The implants wouldn’t let them cum from lesbian activity, of course. But they could cum if they were thinking about men. So Lori thought about the men watching them. She thought about how they must be enjoying their slutty display. She thought about how their cocks would be hard, watching the lesbians behave like whores.
It wasn’t quite enough. She couldn’t cum. She moaned around her mouthful of plastic cock.
She had to go deeper. Darker.
So she thought about tying Janel down in their bedroom – restraining her nude on their shared bed – and then inviting one of their neighbours over. Maybe Mr Spencer. She thought about encouraging Mr Spencer to rape Janel. She thought about the intense surge of pleasure the implant would give her for betraying her girlfriend so thoroughly. She wondered if the implant would make Janel cum from being raped by a man. She had heard that they did – the ultimate reward for a lesbian betraying her sexuality. She wondered if the implant would make her cum from watching it.
She toyed with the idea – and then, desperate to cum, she made a decision. She would do it. She would get her girlfriend raped by a man.
And with that thought, she was cumming.
And it felt so good – so slutty, but pleasurable – that she didn’t even notice that Janel was cumming too, or stop to wonder what Janel had fantasised about to achieve her orgasm…
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