Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 192

I would fight. My lungs started to burn as I vainly tried to hold my breath. I had to breathe. My heart was pounding, darkness was fuzzing the edge of my vision. Have to breathe. My mouth opened, I sucked in a lungful of sweet air, and a blue pill dropped into my mouth.

"Swallow," Joy said, clamping a hand over my mouth and pinching my nose. I had no choice, I swallowed the pill and Joy released me mouth.

"Okay, clear out sluts," Mary ordered.

"What's going on, Mary?" I asked as she pressed her disgusting body against mine, her rough hand stroking my cock.

"You're under a spell, Mark, Mary answered. "A nun got to Antsy. Made her a trap for you."

That was impossible. No, it's not, the voice whispered, barely audible, more like an echo of a voice, or maybe a memory. Just fight a little longer, the memory whispered.

"But it's okay," Mary continued. "I'm going to free you, Mark."

I felt my cock stirring in her hand, blood beginning to engorge my cock as the Viagra took effect. Her hand was starting to feel good, stroking roughly on my shaft, and I shifted my hips about as pleasure began to radiated from my engorging dick. Mary smiled, stroking my cock faster. My cock had grown to its full length and I shifted as the pleasure begin tingling through me. Mary rubbed the pre-cum leaking from my cock, rubbing it about my sensitive head.

"I think you're ready Mark," she cooed and straddled my waist.

"No, please, Mary," I begged. "I don't want your nasty pussy on my cock! I only want Antsy's cunt on me."

Her pussy sank down, slowly, engulfing my cock in velvety warmth. "You have to remember how much you love me, Mark," she moaned, as she slowly begin to ride me. "Remember how I trembled before you, the first time you saw me naked, in the Starbucks. How nervous I was?"

I could see Mary, standing naked next to Cynthia and Vivian. The moment I saw her naked, she was my favorite of the three. Her lovely auburn hair, gathered in a pony tail, her breasts covered by a dusting of freckles. Vivian had huge tits and Cynthia had a wicked smile, but neither had held a candle to the beauty and innocents of Mary. She smiled so beautifully the first time squeezed her plump ass

I shook my head. No, that couldn't be right, only Antsy was beautiful. Right?

"After you fucked both Cynthia and Vivian, you said I was your favorite," Mary moaned, her breasts bouncing before my eyes. "You said I was yours forever as we kissed on the floor of the Starbucks. You whispered, I love you, the first time you came inside my pussy."

I remembered being on top of her, fucking her on the Starbucks floor. No, making love to her. Her pussy felt amazing, like silk, as I moved inside her. Mary's body was warm and soft beneath mine. We had stared into each other's eyes, her eyes were a deep green, so beautiful. We stared into each other's souls and I saw love inside of her. That's when I knew she was mine. Forever.

Forever...

No, no, nol Not Mary, Antsy's the one I want forever. Remember her hazel eyes, Mark. Antsy loves me. She's the one I need. I gritted my teeth, struggling not to cum, closing my eyes.

The memories were flooding my mind, whispering, just let go and cum, Mark! Let Mary save you! No! I struggled against those words, those memories. I was being torn apart between Mary and Antsy. My soul was ripping, tugged in too directions. If I came, Mary would win. I'd lose Antsy and I'd be stuck with this ugly hag.

She wasn't always ugly, the voice whispered. Remember.

Images flooded my mind. Mary biting her lower lip, cute as a button. Mary sleeping on her side, a curl of auburn hair contrasting with her fair cheek, a slight smile on her face. Mary's face contorting in pleasure as I made her cum. Her emerald eyes sparkling with lust and joy. Mary's face, drool leaking down her lips, as she slept on my lap. Mary turning around, her hands covering her pussy, and the revealing her freshly waxed lips, the fiery heart of pubic hair above her tight, bare slit. Mary, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, painting on our balcony. Mary standing in the shower, her aubum hair dark and wet and plastered to her gorgeous body. Mary smiling, Mary crying, Mary laughing so sweetly. Cuddling with Mary on the couch, watching that terrible Grey's Anatomy show. Mary holding my hand with comfort and love.