Stuff of Kings

Veronica took her attention off the road to glance at her daughter out of the corner of her eye.

“Sarah, I wish you would put that silly toy away and take a look around,” she said with a disapproving frown. The younger Sweet had her seat as far back as it could go and was reclining almost horizontally. Her gaze was focused intently on the beeping, clicking contraption in her hands.

“It’s not a toy mom,” Sarah replied automatically, not looking up from the device resting atop her chest. “It’s a Nintendo DS. And I don’t need to look around.”

“But you’re missing all the beautiful scenery sweetie. Come on, just take a break.”

With a sigh, Sarah paused her game and pulled the lever to straighten her seat. She turned her head towards the window and watched as the greenery blurred past. After a minute, she turned around to face her mother.

“Yeah mom. Those sure are trees. Just like the trees from an hour ago. And from four hours ago. And the trees back home.” An awkward silence lingered between the two women, broken finally when Sarah turned her attention back to her beeping game system.

Veronica pursed her lips but said nothing at first. Sarah normally wasn’t the type to talk back. Being stuck in the cramped confines of their car apparently enabled her to tap into some well of sarcasm that all teenagers could draw upon.

“Maybe we’ve been on the road too long,” Veronica mulled aloud. “How about we get out and stretch our legs a bit?”

Sarah shrugged. “Sure. I guess I could use a bathroom.”

A half hour later the Sweets pulled off the highway and into a run-down rest area. Inside the little convenience store they stocked up on snacks and drinks before making their way to the gangly, pimple-faced teenage boy manning the counter.

“Welcome,” he grumbled, slowly raising his eyes from the smartphone in his hand. “You find everything oka-holy shit!” He snapped to attention as he realized his customer was a grade-A MILF.

Veronica raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Is there a problem young man?”

“Ummuh, umm, uhhhh,” the teenager’s brain short-circuited as his eyes raked up and down Veronica’s body. “Uhhhhhhhhh. No problem. Uh. Did you find everything okay?”

“Yes. Fine thank you.” Veronica answered as she set their purchases on the counter. “Ring us up please.”

“Excuse me,” Sarah interjected. “Where’s the bathroom?”

The distracted cashier managed to tear his gaze away from Veronica’s heaving chest but then as if pulled on by a magnet, his eyes immediately snapped to Sarah’s boobs instead.

“Uhhhhh. Bathroom here’s out of order,” he cautioned. His words were addressed more to Sarah’s tits than anything. “But there’s another one over by the truck stop.” He tilted his head towards the glass storefront. Sarah looked outside and saw a cluster of trucks parked in their own section of the rest area.

“Go ahead honey.” Veronica said with a nod. “I’ll finish up here and fill up the tank while I wait.”

Sarah left her mother with her hormone-addled admirer and deliberately walked slowly across the stretch of asphalt between the store and the truck stop. This was the first private moment she since the start of the trip and she was going to milk it for all its worth.

Sarah’s rectal muscles clenched, making her painfully aware of the cavernous emptiness inside her. She had gotten so used to waking up with one of her toys shoved up her ass or walking around with a vibrator buzzing away in one or both of her holes that going without them left her shaking like a junkie in need of a fix.

Her mother had insisted on leaving so early that she hadn’t even had the opportunity to sneakily wake up Daddy for an early morning buttfucking before they left. She felt like a spring wound too tight, her guts coiled and tense but with nothing to clamp down on and squeeze.

Sarah was halfway through a semi-serious prayer that at least one of the roadside motels they stayed in had a bath with a high-pressure showerhead when she pushed open the door to the bathroom and automatically stepped inside.

She was caught short as she walked into a veritable wall of odor. The smell of urine was so heavy it made the air feel thicker; a miasma of odor so tangible it seemed to physically resist her as she pushed through it.

Sarah wrinkled her nose at the awful stench. It absolutely reeked and yet there was something undeniably…animal about it. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Warmth bloomed in her belly. Shaking her head to clear the warm haze settling over her, she pushed through the fetid air to the nearest stall.

The inside of the stall was also in a poor state. The walls had so many layers of overlapping graffiti that she could hardly tell what color they originally were. It looked like some vandal had decided to drill several large holes in the walls as well. Some of the holes had rings of arrows pointing to them, but Sarah was unsure of the significance.

As she walked inside and shut the door, the tiled floor was distressingly sticky under her sneakers. And the smell! In the closed confines of the stall the smell was even stronger. She could swear that her glasses were even starting to fog up.

Thankfully the toilet seat looked clean enough and Sarah quickly pulled down the ass-hugging short-shorts she had chosen that morning. For a while there was nothing but the sound of urine trickling into the bowl and the heavy breathing of a horny teenage girl desperate for sexual release.

Her nipples tented the front of her Batman T-shirt and her baby blue panties were noticeably damp. Soon Sarah was panting like a dog, her tongue wagging as she sucked down more musky oxygen. The frustration of not being able to fulfill her usual morning ritual of a solid buttfucking somehow blended with all the pent-up anger towards her mother, resulting in a great big ball of tension in her belly.

Before she realized what she was doing, her right hand was snaking up her shirt to cup one of her impossibly perky tits. Her left hand went south and she inserted two fingers into her juicy snatch. Soon two fingers became three, then four until she was vigorously pumping her own fist in and out of her pussy.

Her right hand roamed from one tit to the other as Sarah delighted in groping herself, savoring the erotic weight of her big, wonderful boobs and the smoothly, lightly-toned expanse of her flat stomach. Sarah squealed with delight as she sharply tweaked her own nipples, sending fireworks off in her brain.

She pulled her fist free of her sopping cunt and brought it up to her face. Her fingers were dripping with her own fluids and she stuck all four of them into her mouth. She ran her tongue over and between each finger, slurping down as much of her own nectar as she could. Meanwhile her right hand was a frantic blur by her crotch as she furiously rubbed herself. She switched to teasing her button, rolling the erect nub between her fingers.

Sarah could feel her climax nearing. Like a boulder she had been slowly pushing up a hill, ready to tumble down and crash into her cunt. The swinging door opened with a bang, shocking her out of her masturbatory frenzy.

She watched through the bottom of the stall as several pairs of booted feet approached. A bloodshot eye peered blearily at her through one of the holes in the wall.

“Well, well, you’re a fair sight prettier than the usual whores we get coming through here.” The eye tilted downward to leer at Sarah’s glistening pussy. “And a lot more eager too it seems, heh. That’s nice.”

“Very nice.”

Sarah jumped at the unexpected second voice. She turned and saw that another eye was peering at her from a hole in the opposite wall. The skin around this eye was the color of dark chocolate and the man’s voice was a bass rumble.

“I’m-I’m sorry sirs. I must have, walked into the wrong bathroom by mistake.” Sarah stammered. She hastily pulled up her pants to leave. “I’ll just uh- I’ll just be going.”

“Whoa, slow down there!” The trucker admonished. Sarah instinctively froze at the authoritative voice, gradually sitting back down on the toilet seat like a chastised student. “We can’t let you leave yet.” Mac’s eye disappeared from the hole and Sarah heard the sound of rustling fabric and the clink of a belt buckle.

“By the way, I’m Mac. Or Big Mac as some of the whores ‘round these parts like to call me.” The trucker added. Before Sarah could wonder why, Mac answered her question by sliding ten inches of rock-hard cock into the hole nearest her face. Sarah went cross-eyed staring at the fat droplet of precum glistening from the slit.

“And I’m Charlie.” The black man added. Sarah turned her head and saw he had shoved his cock through a hole too. His was somehow even longer than Mac’s! The pillar of dark flesh actually curved downward under its own weight, the head coming to rest by Sarah’s kneecap.

Mac continued in a warm, paternal tone. “See honey, we’re on the road for days. Weeks even. No time to rest or relax except for little moments like this. Now you’re not going to let two working stiffs go back to working stiff? Are ya?” Mac and Charlie shared a chuckle at the wordplay, but Sarah only gulped nervously.

The pungent odor of ballsweat tickled her nostrils, turning her brain to mush. “Oh. Okay. That makes sense, I guess.” she muttered deliriously. She opened her mouth wide and with the tip of her pretty pink tongue she popped the twinkling orb of precum. It popped with a ‘bloop’ and as the salty-sweet taste hit her taste buds, Sarah’s entire body shuddered. Her pussy clenched and a gush of fluid splashed into the toilet bowl underneath.

She stretched her tongue out further and ran it up and down the shaft with long languid strokes. At first, Sarah tried to keep the slow, steady licks going. However her halfhearted attempt at foreplay was ruined by her own spiking arousal.

Abandoning any pretense of control, Sarah stretched her jaws wide and with a lewd slurp, slid the head of Mac’s penis into her hungry mouth.

“Ahhhhh,” Mac sighed in satisfaction. “That’s a good girl.”

“GLHRK, GLHRK,” was the only reply Sarah could muster, her throat thoroughly occupied gobbling down as many inches of cock as she could. Tears welled in her eyes as the tip hit the back of her throat. Choking and gagging, her head slowly made its way down Mac’s towering ten inches. Her neck bulged as it stretched around the shaft tunneling down her gullet. Her nostrils flared hugely as the need to breathe competed with her desperate lust. She started to fuck herself with her fingers, her thumb making tight circles around her aching clit while the rest rubbed her pussy with vigor.

“Damn,” Mac grunted. “Been a while since we had a quality cocksucker like this.” His hips thumped against the barrier as he tried to push more of his dick into the teenager’s throat.

“Hey slut,” Charlie rumbled. “How’s about you show me a little lovin’ too? Pull down those panties and put your ass against the hole bitch.”

Not wanting to pull herself free of the meaty cock lodged in her mouth and not wanting to stop fingering herself, Sarah had only one hand free. She managed to awkwardly hook her fingers into the waist of her pants and pull them down around her ankles. Her cute derriere, all creamy skin and wobbling flesh was presented to Charlie’s leering gaze. Though she couldn’t see it, Sarah’s pussy lips were hugely engorged and plainly visible between her spread legs.

“This is some damn pretty pussy.” Charlie murmured as he slid his cock in between Sarah’s legs, rubbing the head between her swollen folds. “Won’t be so pretty when I’m through with it.” He added with a wicked laugh.

The small portion of Sarah’s brain which was still capable of rational thought, and oddly enough sounded a lot like Teddy, briefly took over.

Sarah braced her arms against the wall and pulled her head off of Mac’s fat prick. “Glrrrrrhk! -koff- Please! Wait!” she pleaded to the black cock resting against her ass. “Please! I- I have to go to college in a few months. I-I can’t get pregnant! Please, not my pussy. -koff- Please!…”

“…Fuck me in my ass instead!”

Sadly the rational part of Sarah’s brain was a few neurons short of truly getting a handle on the situation…

The black cock reared back slightly, almost is if it was a separate animal. “Heh, girl you are some kinda slut,” the black man rumbled. “Alright I ain’t picky. Lady gets what she wants.”

“Thank yo-aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” Sarah could barely express her gratitude before the trucker’s enormous member began pressing against the clenched button of her asshole. The tip of his cock felt sizzling hot, the merest touch nearly making her legs give out from under her. The springy flesh bent slightly as Sarah’s butthole stubbornly refused to yield, but finally the mushroom head pressed its way inside. Sarah groaned as what felt like a lead pipe forced its way up her butt.

“Ooooh, now that feels nice,” Charlie murmured. A rhythmic thumping echoed in the bathroom as he began to pump in and out of Sarah’s snug hole. Sarah’s guttural moans doubled in volume. Each powerful thrust sent her entire body lurching forward. Each withdrawal tugged at her insides, until the crown of Charlie’s penis was pulling at the rim of her butthole very nearly popping out before slamming back home.

Lost to anal ecstasy, Sarah jumped as Mac banged a fist against the stall. “Hey slut, get back over here and finish what you started.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry sir! I didn’t mean to-

“Don’t apologize you little whore, just get on with it.” Mac seethed through the wall. “I’m close damn it!”

Eager to please, Sarah squirmed in place to re-position herself. She stared down the length of Mac’s cock as though she were looking down iron sights in one of her games. Carefully aligning her mouth, she dove forward. After her warm-up from earlier, her throat was much more pliable. The huge penis slid smoothly over her gums and into the back of her throat with one smooth motion.

Sarah immediately resumed bobbing her head back and forth when she felt her nose bump against something. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and she had to force them to look downward. Her nose had hit the side of the stall, but past the bridge of her nose she saw there was one last agonizing inch of Mac’s sweet, sweet cock.

Her muscles were burning with exertion but she managed to haul herself forward until her cheek was pressed against the wall and the last of the huge penis disappeared past her lips. Her tongue slithered out to lap at the base of Mac’s cock, where the rock-hard shaft met the soft, wrinkly skin of his nutsack.

But then Sarah became aware of a sudden emptiness in her gut. The tip of Charlie’s massive black meat was no longer where it was. It felt like it had moved several inches lower. And while a warm, satisfied feeling of fullness was still radiating through her body, she was deprived of that bone-rattling, mind-numbing thrill of being absolutely, utterly stuffed. She pushed her hips backward to recapture more of that addictive feeling when she felt the cock in her mouth slide out by an inch.

Sarah let out a frustrated whimper as she realized her dilemma. Every time she moved her hips backwards to take in another inch of black cock up her asshole, an inch of cock slipped past her lips. The sex-crazed girl began to bounce from wall to wall, her ass and titties making fleshy slapping noises against the plastic dividers. Her whimpers became a steady, keening whine as she desperately tried to stuff as much cockmeat into both ends as she could.

Soon the busty teenager was engaged in the most depraved game of Twister ever. Her left foot remained planted on the piss-stained floor while her right knee was on the toilet seat, raising her ass into position for the black trucker to rail her from behind. Her right hand was braced awkwardly atop the toilet paper holder and her entire mouth was busily choking down inch after inch of Big Mac. And throughout all that, her left hand remained by her crotch, rubbing, pinching and stroking to drive herself to greater and greater heights. In a display of Olympic-level endurance, Sarah pistoned back and forth on the pair of dicks, the muscles of her shapely legs straining to keep driving her back and forth.

The two truckers hissed and grunted but said nothing as the teenage slut worked their cocks over like a seasoned pro. Everything was a whirl of swirling, sucking, clenching sensations as every fiber of Sarah’s being worked to pleasure her two patrons.

At last, the two burly men couldn’t hold back any longer. The pressure in their balls was becoming unbearable. With twin roars, their cocks tensed and spewed thick streamers of cum all over Sarah’s insides. As the piping-hot baby batter flooded her throat and asshole, Sarah climaxed. Her pussy clenched down on her probing fingers and let loose a spray of slick juices. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. Her over-exerted muscles went limp and she popped free of the two cocks and fell to the floor face-down. A flow of spunk gurgled out of her mouth and ass, spilling over into two matching puddles to add another layer to the sticky floors.

Above her head, cum continued to spew from the two cocks like water from a hose. The deluge of jizz fell over her hair, plastering it to her scalp. Thick streamers fell in a criss-crossing checkerboard pattern over her back, painting the curve of her ass and painted the insides of her thighs in chunky off-white spunk.

There was a crinkling sound as an assortment of dollar bills were pushed through their respective holes. They fluttered to the floor where they were quickly soaked the growing pool of cum.

“Thanks for the blowjob slut!” Mac chortled as he buckled his pants. “We’ll have to come do this again sometime, huh?”

“Absolutely!” Charlie agreed.

The two truckers let out big belly laughs and slapped each other on the back as they left.

Soon Sarah was alone, laid out over a truck stop toilet, her face and hair dripping with jizz. The proud Batman logo on her shirt was now more white than black, courtesy of an impromptu spunk-based paint job.

Slowly, as her senses returned to her, Sarah rose from the toilet. She could barely feel anything from the waist down and had to lean against the wall for support. With stiff, clumsy motions she pulled her panties back up, cooing happily as the satin fabric pressed against the oozing, gooey mess of cum in her ass. She pulled up her shorts, straightened her glasses and stumbled out the stall.

The cash lay forgotten on the cum-drenched floor behind her…

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“Sarah! Where have you been?” Veronica asked snappishly as her door pulled open the passenger side door. “I was worried sick and you weren’t answering your phone and-” She got a good look at her daughter’s state. “What the hell happened to you?”

Sarah was slumped back, sheets of cum gently oozing onto the leather upholstery. Her arms and legs were draped limply over the sides of the chair. Her head rested awkwardly on her shoulder, mouth open and tongue hanging out.

The exhausted girl worked her aching jaw, trying to restore circulation to her overworked tongue. She started to say something but burped up a bubble of cum in the process. “Nothing mom.” Sarah rasped, coughing a wad of spunk onto her jizz-stained tits.

Veronica quirked an eyebrow skeptically. “Well you’re not sitting in the car like that. Go back to that bathroom and wash up. And change your clothes while you’re at it.”

Sarah stared dumbly at her mother through jizz-caked glasses. It took a few moments for Veronica’s instructions to break through the post-coital haze.

“Oh…okay.” She said with a shaky nod.

With that, Sarah stepped out of the car and began pulling her cum-stained T-shirt over her head. Veronica yelped in indignation and scrambled to unbuckle her seat belt as her daughter flashed her tits at everyone passing by. Meanwhile the cum-drunk girl got the garment stuck around her sizable chest and her feeble attempts to break free only cause her perky breasts to jiggle enticingly. Finally, Sarah toppled over and landed face-down, ass-up on the asphalt.

Veronica knelt over her daughter and turned her over. Sarah had begun snoozing gently, heedless of the crackling layer of dried cum clinging to her like a second skin.

Sarah Sweet bounded into her room with an excited whoop. The brunette threw aside her square-shaped cap and unzipped the gown covering her body. As the zipper was lowered, the gown fell away in a wave of cheap polyester fabric, unveiling the young woman’s curvaceous body. A white open-collar shirt was straining to contain the fullness of her bosom and a neat black skirt was likewise stretched by the swell of her wide hips.

Balling the graduation gown up in her fists, Sarah chucked it away. Her shirt and skirt soon joined it on the floor. In contrast to her polished and restrained attire, her underwear was a pastel pink affair decorated with curling lace patterns. Her creamy breasts threatened to spill over the cups of her bra like two scoops of ice cream while her panties were stretched into a thin ribbon of fabric that ran over her generous hips and between her buttcheeks.

“Come on girls,” Sarah chuckled as she inspected her chest. “Time for a jailbreak.” Finding comfortable bras was so difficult that Sarah usually didn’t bother to wear one. In a rare moment of unity, both her parents had been adamant that she wear the constricting undergarment. She had resisted at first but gave in after realizing that having her prominent nipples visibly poking through her gown during her graduation ceremony would make for awkward photos in the family album. But the ceremony was long over now and she was finally in the privacy of her own room.

She unhooked her bra and pulled it away with a sigh of relief, her boobs bouncing free with an almost audible “pop”. Without the support of her bra, her breasts settled back into their natural shape but remained high on her chest. Despite their generous size, they were wondrously firm and displayed a youthful perkiness that starlets and models would pay a surgeon millions to emulate.

“God, it feels good to be out of that stupid bra,” the girl moaned as she shook her hair free from its tight bun, dark brown tresses falling down around her face. “I swear Teddy, if I had to sit in that boiling auditorium for another minute, I would have died!”

Improbably, a purple teddy bear trundled into the room at a much more sedate pace. Despite having black buttons for eyes and stitches for a mouth, it somehow managed a bemused expression. “Well someone’s certainly in a good mood,” the stuffed animal observed dryly with an even more improbable British accent.

“Oh Teddy, I’m free!” Sarah exclaimed with a giddy laugh. She scooped up the little bear and fell backwards onto her bed, holding her diminutive companion in the air above her. “Free of standardized tests and cafeteria lunches and third period AP history! From here on, it’s nothing but ten weeks of freedom. It’s gonna be late night gaming, D&D with the guys, and summer superhero movies until college starts!” She hugged her friend tightly, the bear nearly lost in the valley of her cleavage. “It’s gonna be great!”

“Mfff, Mmm mmwy rudd mff mu,” came Teddy’s reply, muffled against Sarah’s sizable chest. “What was that?” Sarah asked as she freed her friend from his marshmallowy prison.

The bear cleared his throat, more out of politeness than anything since he did not need to breathe. “Ahem. I said, I’m very proud of you. And you deserve some time to relax and enjoy your freedom.” His little bear-mouth stretched into a fond smile.

Sarah grinned and hugged the bear close once more. “Awwww, Teddy. You ol’ softie. Thanks.”

After a quiet moment, she set the bear down on the bed beside her and yawned hugely. “Man, that ceremony took forever,” she moaned. “Think I’ll take a nap before meeting the guys online for a game or t-

“Sarah Sweet!”

Sarah bolted upright with a startled yelp. “Mom! What’s wrong?”

Standing in the doorway was Veronica Sweet. Her dark brown hair was done up in her usual bun save for two long bangs that framed her face. Her classically beautiful features were only heightened by the carefully applied makeup that drew attention to her full lips and her olive-green eyes.

As yet more proof that the genetic lottery was rigged, any weight that she had put on through her two pregnancies ended up in just the right places. Veronica’s mammoth mammaries dwarfed Sarah’s own considerable endowment and were currently stretching a cashmere top to the point of transparency. While each breast was a heavy teardrop shape that loudly advertised that these melons were organically-grown, their sheer size meant that they jutted out from her chest like the prow of a ship. As a result, Veronica’s nipples always entered a room a few seconds before the rest of her.

A similar phenomenon could be observed elsewhere on her body. Veronica’s shelf of an ass exited rooms ever so slightly after she had already left. Each asscheek was a toned bubble so taut that you could bounce marbles off it and was supported by thick, fleshy thighs kept firm by a dedicated yoga regimen.

“What are you laying around for young lady?” The Sweet family matriarch asked imperiously, her hands resting on the wide flare of her hips. She spoke with the same tone that commanded the PTA and ruled the social hierarchy of the entire district. “You’ve got packing to do!”

“Packing?” Sarah said with a confused frown. “Mom, I don’t even think the dorms are open to freshmen until August.”

“No, no. Not packing to move.” Veronica said with a dismissive flick of her wrist. Her serious expression melted away into a gleeful thousand-watt grin. “Packing for our trip sweetie!”

Sarah suddenly had a sinking sensation in her gut. “Our...trip?”

“That’s right!” Her mother affirmed with a nod. “I thought that since my baby girl is going to be moving out soon, this might be the last chance we get to enjoy some quality family time!”

“Wha-wait. A trip? To where? For…for how long?” Sarah asked haltingly, dazed by the speed with which her summer plans were being upturned.

“To Las Vegas! For say, two weeks? Three tops. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Veronica grinned.

Sarah groaned internally as she tried to decide how to articulate how much that didn’t sound like fun. When Veronica’s mind was set on something, resisting her was like resisting a force of nature.

“Forgive me madam,” Teddy piped up. “But the young Miss Sweet has already made extensive plans with her friends. And while she will always be free to return here during holidays, there is no guarantee she will be able to see her friends again as their education takes them down divergent paths. Perhaps it would be best if she is allowed to enjoy time with her peers while she has the chance?”

“Help me Teddy. You’re my only hope.” Sarah prayed silently. Against all odds the stuffed animal had become the only member of the household who had any measure of success changing her mother’s mind.

“Now Teddy, there will be plenty of time for Sarah to spend time with her friends before she goes to college. But family has to come first.” Veronica patiently replied.

Sarah gave a resigned sigh, shoulders slumping as she realized the futility of her resistance. “Alright mom. I’ll start packing. Do you want me to help Jack get his stuff together too?”

Veronica waved a perfectly-manicured hand in a dismissive gesture. “Oh no need. Your father and Jack won’t be joining us.”

For the second time that night, Sarah bolted upright. “Wait what?”

Veronica sat next to Sarah on the bed and placed an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “I realize we’ve both been very busy lately. So I want a little mother-daughter bonding with my baby before she leaves the nest.”

Sarah spluttered helplessly as she to tried to process this new revelation.

When she had been younger Sarah and Veronica were quite close. She had adored playing dress-up and learning to put on makeup and all the ritual that went into making herself as pretty as her mommy. But as her interest shifted from princess dresses to saving princesses and tea parties gave way to LAN parties, she and her mother had drifted apart. Their relationship had become one of polite neutrality and respectful distance since middle school.

The thought of being trapped with her mother in either a car or a hotel room for weeks filled the geeky girl with a kind of dread she normally reserved for news of remakes of classic movies and comic book reboots.

“We’ll have the rest of the summer to spend with your father and brother and you’ll still have time to hang out with your friends.” Veronica continued, not taking notice of her daughter’s lack of enthusiasm. “So get to packing because we leave tomorrow, bright and early!” With that, she stood up and left just as abruptly as she entered.

Sarah sighed as a sizable chunk of summer freedom evaporated in a puff of Chanel-scented smoke.

Teddy turned to his young charge, his ears flat against his head. “I’m sorry I was unable to change your mother’s mind Sarah.”

“That’s okay Teddy. I know you tried your best.”

Teddy nodded glumly and hopped down from the bed. The little stuffed animal walked a circuit around the room gathering the bits of clothing Sarah had discarded. “Would you like me to assist you in preparing your bags?”

Sarah reached underneath her bed and pulled out a plastic bin. “Actually Teddy, would you mind leaving me alone for say, half an hour?” She popped the lid open to reveal a pile of sex toys in a riotous array of colors, shapes and sizes. Her hands dove in and rummaged around until her fingers closed around a fat conical butt plug made of sturdy black rubber. If she was going to be trapped in a succession of hotel rooms with her mother for the next few weeks she was going to damn well get as much sexual release as she could manage now.

The teenager’s eyes narrowed and her voice lowered to a throaty growl.

“I need some stress relief.”