Chapter 6: The Posse

Wednesday morning I just laid in bed idly, watching Eric and Amber get ready for the day. Brit had run off to give Mandy her instructions for the day, so after the parents left the room, I dozed off again. Once everyone else had left the house, Brit came back and dragged me out of bed.

"Come on, my sleepy snuff bunny, I saved you some breakfast."

After I had fed and groomed myself, we got to work. Brit wasn't much good with a needle and thread, so she was going to be setting up some of the decorations while I worked on the sewing.

I was a lot more careful with how I cut apart the dress. It felt like a crime to destroy something so beautiful, but I had already abandoned most of the morals I thought I had, so I didn't let it bother me. It was probably about 10 o'clock when I decided it was done and went looking for Brit so she could try it on.

Brit looked over my work. The fact that the new stitches were mostly in the midst of the lace had made it harder, but also helped a little to hide them. From a distance it could pass for a chance thin stripe in the design.

As we were trying to carefully get Brit into the modified dress, it suddenly burst open and fell to our feet. I gasped in horror.

After some careful inspection showed that the damage wasn't too bad, I sat on the floor wondering what the hell had gone wrong.

Brit picked up one corner of the dress and looked at it thoughtfully. "You know I guess a strapless dress is going to be under a lot more of a strain than a t-shirt."

I groaned. "Ugh, of course. I tried to make it as weak as we did the shirt, which would never have been strong enough to keep this big dress on."

I worked to repair the dress until about lunchtime. It didn't explode this time when she put it on, so that was a good sign. I wasn't sure I would be able to put it together the same way twice, so we decided not to test ripping it off.

As a precaution I'd had to make it strong enough that I probably wouldn't be able to rip it apart just by pulling on the back, so we had to modify our plan to allow me to grip the dress on the front, closer to the weak point.

After lunch and sex (come on, we'd gone the whole morning without fucking), I got started on the maid outfits. These changes were a lot easier, but there were a bunch of them to modify.

I stopped to take several breaks to "help" Brit with decorating, mostly just feeling her up until she got the hint and fucked me, so I still wasn't finished by the time Mandy got home from school.

Mandy's report that day was more interesting. In addition to making a little progress on getting the boys horny, it seems she had gotten started on her newest task. Brit had told her to spread the word among the freshman and sophomore girls that Brit, as the cheer captain, was going to have a sleepover for any cheerleader wishfuls Friday night. This was our main plan for how to recruit enough young bodies to fill all the maid outfits I'd spent the day reshaping for smaller busts.

"Did I do good, mistress?" Mandy asked eagerly at the end of her report. She had gotten Kelly to agree to come and there were at least half a dozen others who sounded like they could be convinced by the end of the week.

"You did good, little love slave," Brit commended. "I'll even let you suggest a reward."

Mandy looked nervous, but she was clearly just barely containing her joy. "Um, could I maybe go down on you, mistress big sis? I only got a little taste the other day and I don't remember it too clearly."

Brit and I both laughed at that.

"You really are one perverted little slut," Brit replied. After a nod from me she went on, "Yeah, I guess you can eat me out, little love slave."

Mandy squealed with excitement as she tore her clothes off. We all got on the bed and I settled in to make out with my girlfriend while her little sister made ridiculous "nom, nom, nom" sounds each time she licked her treat.

Brit giggled and then tried to act serious, "Hey, slave, stop goofing off down there and get to work."

Mandy quit making the noises and started using her tongue and lips more purposefully. She didn't have great technique, but she was enthusiastic when it came to sex. With my help on the upper regions, we brought Brit to a rapid climax.

After administering Mandy's reward, we all went downstairs to work on arranging everything for the party. There were two large, empty clothes racks standing by the entrance and Brit showed us a huge box of costumes she had stashed in a nearby closet. We were converting one of the lounges by the entrance into a changing room for the girls, stocking it with costumes.

As we were pulling out the seemingly endless supply of costumes and putting them on the racks, I commented, "Jees, Brit, what did you do, buy an entire Halloween store?"

"More like a sex shop," Mandy countered.

It was true; none of the costumes were as bad as the maid lingerie, but all of them were skimpy enough that they would be a hard sell to just about any girl's parents.

"The point is to get everyone in shoddy, but sexy outfits so things get steamy, but nobody comes close to outshining me," Brit said primly. "I will be queen of the day, and all the sex peasants will bow to me."

"As you wish, your mistress-ness," I answered.

Mandy and I bowed to her, then we all burst out laughing.

After we had most of the costumes hung up, I dragged the queen into the next room to polish her majesty's glistening jewels until Amber called us to dinner.

After dinner I went back to my sewing until Brit came in and collapsed onto our bed.

"I am exhausted," she groaned. "The way I feel now, I could fall asleep on that grill and not even care if you turned it on."

"I think accidentally jabbing my finger with this damn needle is the only thing keeping me awake," I agreed.

"Then, put that thing down and come sit on my face," Brit said. "I want to dream I'm drowning in snuff bunny juices all night."

Satisfying my soon-to-be-meat girlfriend was always my top priority; there was plenty of time to finish the last few maid slut costumes tomorrow. It wasn't long before we both headed to dreamland, covered in fresh snuff bunny cum.

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Thursday wasn't as eventful, but we had a lot of girls to talk to about the party, so Brit and I didn't see as much of each other as I'd like. I was assigned to remind all the chosen girls that we would be offering costumes to put on at the party, if they got there early enough. Brit was off to lock in some of the best recruits for the secret sexy maid sleepover.

When I was trying to convince one of the girls that the costumes would be fun, that stuck up bitch Stacey barged into the conversation.

"Oh, and what slutty costume will the party's meatgirl be wearing," she sneered, "a gallon of barbecue sauce, maybe?"

"For your information," I replied coolly, "I am wearing a very cute bunny costume."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, I get it. The snuff bunny will be in a snuff bunny suit. Well, you aren't going to catch me in some dumb costume at this party."

"That's alright," I said loud enough that everyone around us would hear, "you don't need one. Everyone can plainly see that you are a cow."

Stacey has the second biggest boobs in school.

She sputtered in anger and then stomped off as everyone laughed.

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Mandy's report that evening was another good one. Brit had given her permission to drop the words "possible orgy" in the ears of some of the more boastful guys at school, so we were pretty sure word would get around where it was needed.

The reward she requested was a bit different this time. "Can I kiss you, mistress big sis, while snuff bunny licks pussy."

"Wait, so, you want to make out with your sister while I eat her out?" I asked in surprise. "I know I'm a big fan of it, but is kissing her really all you want?"

"Oh, well, not exactly," she said quietly. "I'd like Brit to be on top of me, missionary style, while you get us off together. It's kind of a fantasy of mine."

"'Missionary style' isn't the right term, but I get what you're asking for," Brit said, amused. "Ok, unless my snuff bunny girlfriend objects, I can give you a pseudo-fuck session while she acts as our strapon."

"Yeah, I think I can do that." I added, "It's kinda hot seeing you two together."

We pulled Mandy's clothes off and Brit kissed her possessively, pressing her backwards onto the bed. They continued kissing and shifting across the bed until Brit had her sister pinned under her, near the middle of the bed. Their kisses were soft, but deep and entirely un-sisterly; more like lovers. Brit humped at the smaller girl gently a few times before remembering to spread her legs to make room for me. I crawled in, spreading Mandy's legs as I went. When I got to the end of this avenue of limbs, I found that there was no way I was going to be able to make use of my mouth with them so close together, so I slipped both hands in, stimulating them with my fingers. After a bit of shifting around, I found an effective way to use my hands to bridge the gap between their sexes, somewhat transferring the motion of Brit's hips into her sister's tight pussy.

We stayed like that for some time as Brit carefully fucked her sister through my hands. They both moaned and panted, really getting into the sensations of being connected this way. I had to change up the positions of my hands a few times over the next minutes to avoid having them cramp up, but they didn't seem to mind these changes.

Fuck, I thought, I wish I had three hands, my own cunt is begging for attention, too.

They had been exchanging dirty talk all this time, but I was too focused on my task at hand to pay much attention.

Eventually, I decided this was taking too long, so I pushed a well lubricated finger into Mandy's asshole. She immediately went off like a firecracker, screaming wordlessly.

As Mandy's climax began to recede, Brit rolled off her and I drove into Brit's pussy, face first to make sure my girlfriend also got satisfied.

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The party preparations were nearly complete, but we still had work to do to get ready. We managed to get the bedding and supplies laid out for the sleepover, make the meatgirl glaze for the barbecue, and finish the last of the maid costumes before stopping to eat. After a quick dinner, Brit walked us through the house, making sure we both knew where we were supposed to be for each step of the party.

By bedtime we were as ready as we could be. The only piece left to take care of was our posse of sexy maids.

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Our last full day together was filled with a kind of frantic energy. We'd let Mandy sleep with us that night, so we also included her in our quickie morning sex before hurrying to get to school. Our hype program had definitely been a success, because the whole school seemed to share our excitement.

Most of the girls who had agreed to come to the sleepover joined us on our ride home. Even though I had only been doing it for less than two weeks, it felt weird to not immediately strip naked when we got inside. We gave the girls a tour, including showing off the tables, decorations and dias a work crew had assembled out back. Several of the girls snickered and whispered to each other when we showed them the grill, but Brit and I just smiled at their comments.

I had a passing familiarity with most of the thirteen girls who had shown up, but there were a few faces I didn't know. Brit had each one introduce themselves and then we led them through a couple cheer stances, in keeping with the pretense that this was related to a possible cheerleader tryout. Most of them were awful, but fortunately we didn't actually need them for anything except their fuckable female bodies and gullible minds.

After pizza and salads, we brought them all to the playroom to get started on our real purpose for bringing them here.

Brit started off, "Since you all did so well, I have a special treat for you. We've got these adorable contact lenses for the most dedicated, loyal girls to wear at the party tomorrow."

I held up some so they could see them.

"Who here thinks they have what it takes to join my party squad?" Brit demanded.

All fourteen girls' hands shot up, including Mandy's who had been instructed to play along as one of the plebs. I grinned hungrily.

Brit surveyed the line. "I like that enthusiasm, but as I'm sure you know, you're going to have to prove your dedication to get that chance. Everyone take off your pants and shirts."

Most of the girls knew to expect a bit of hazing and compiled quickly, but there were some stragglers who were shy. Brit cajoled them until they also undressed. Several hadn't been wearing bras, and one had been going commando, so there was quite a bit of bare flesh in the open now. Brit and I walked up and down the line adjusting how they were standing or just coping a feel on each girl.

The amount of variation in their bodies was interesting. We seemed to have captured a range of breast sizes and shapes, from nearly boyishly flat up to one that was bigger than my own B cups. One girl looked tremendously embarrassed as I slowly pulled out the tissues she had used to stuff her training bra.

Brit and I meet in front of them.

"Well, Joy, what do you make of them?"

"They're a lousy bunch, but I guess they'll have to do, captain." I think I heard that in a movie somewhere.

"Yes," said Brit solemnly. "Well, plebs, I guess I will accept your oaths of loyalty, if you swear to me."

I led them in a short, slightly ridiculous oath and all of them promised to be loyal to Brittany.

"You may hand out the contacts," Brit said in approval.

I went down the line and gave each girl a moistened pair of contacts. When I got to Mandy, she opened her mouth and then closed it and then muttered 'thank you'. Brit and I had gotten a second, clean bottle of saline, which I had used on hers and Kelly's contacts, but Mandy didn't know about that.

Mandy and Kelly were basically best friends with benefits, and we knew that together they had pressured at least two other girls into having sex with them, so we weren't really worried about them resisting what came next.

Once they all had the contacts in, Brit said cheerfully, "Congratulations, girls! I'd say this calls for a celebration. My girlfriend and I will now demonstrate exactly what I mean by 'celebration'."

Brit and I fell into a sensual, showy kiss. Continuing to make out, we began undressing each other until we were completely naked. Brit fondled my breasts idly as she continued her instructions.

"Now then, I think you all get the idea. All of you pair off and start helping each other out of any remaining clothes. And try to be sexy about it."

Most of the girls turned shyly to whomever happened to be standing next to them and began awkwardly asking if they wanted to be partners, while a few just stood there looking a bit lost.

Brit gave them some motivation, "The last pair to get naked will be punished for laziness."

That got them all moving faster. The ones who had just been standing around jumped to pair up with someone. A few arguments broke out as some groups of three tried to agree which of them was the extra girl. Eventually they all found partners, with the last unpaired girls throwing their bodies into each other and frantically pulling at each other's underwear. Hardly any of them remembered to try to be sexy about it, so the overall effect was more like a badly written slapstick comedy.

I struggled to hide my mirth as Brit walked up to the last pair to realize that they still had on socks and peel them off.

Addressing the pair, she said, "Sorry, you were last. To make up for your laziness, you will both collect all the clothes on the floor and bring them to the spare room across the hall. On your hands and knees. Which means you'll have to use your mouths to carry them." Turning and pointing at another pair, "And you two didn't even kiss. That display was so pathetically unsexy that you get to join these two slackers in cleaning up."

I went to the door and supervised them until they had completed their punishment. While they worked, Brit had the others line up again and started more "inspections," feeling each girl's pussy and breasts. By the time they finished moving the clothes, my charges were getting noticeably less coordinated. As they joined the lineup, I stood back and admired the view. Fourteen naked, defenseless girls; and we could do basically anything we wanted to them.

Brit had them all find a bed to lie on. We had deliberately put out only half as many sleeping mats as there were girls so that they would be forced to share, pressing their naked bodies together. By the time they all got situated it was clear that the only ones who were still coherent were Mandy and Kelly.

Brit finally explained to them, "You two didn't get the roofied eye drops, which is why you still have your wits."

I could practically see the light bulb going off above Kelly's head.

Mandy smiled in relief and said happily, "Thank you, mistress."

Brit knelt between her sister's legs and kissed her cunt, while I got a taste of Kelly's nectar. Mandy and Kelly shared a delighted kiss and whispered about Brit and Mandy's new incestuous relationship until Brit and I shifted from their lower set of lips to their upper ones forcing them to taste their own arousal. Not that they minded. After trading places and repeating this ritual, Brit and I sat back from them a little.

"I'm appointing you two as leaders of this little harem," Brit told them. "Help keep the others in line and you can have all the pussy you want," spreading her arms to indicate the room full of vulnerable girls.

They both sat up and looked around in excitement.

"You may demonstrate your acceptance by coating your faces in our cum," Brit continued, waving one hand at my pussy.

Mandy and Kelly crawled over and eagerly started eating us out as we laid back, enjoying their service. We were both already well primed, so they didn't have to work long to get the marks of their office.

After this, we all split up and began feasting on this buffet of female sex. As I made my way around the room, I was surprised to find that three of the girls were definitely virgins.

Well, whatever, I thought, by the end of tomorrow's party I doubt there will be a single virgin left, even outside the sex maids.

Some of the girls tried to object, saying things like that they didn't want to eat me out or that they weren't attracted to girls, but I just shut them up by sitting harder on their faces or making them suck their own sticky cum from my fingers. Brit and Kelly tended to take more forceful corrective actions, helping them discover the joys of mixed pain and pleasure.

Mandy started a fun little idea which we all soon adopted, which was requiring each pair of girls to either make out or sixty-nine continuously after we had gotten our taste of their bodies.

Around midnight it was clear that the effects of the roofied contacts had largely worn off, but by then we had them trained well enough that they didn't give us too much trouble. A few of the girls even proved to be fairly enthusiastic in their efforts to please us, taking the initiative to force their partner into more degrading acts.

At four in the morning, Brit and I headed to our bed to get some sleep, locking up our love posse securely on the way out. I'd intended to make love with my snuff-fated girlfriend one last time, but we both fell sound asleep the moment we got in bed.