Wednesday morning, Mike woke up in a really aggressive mood for some reason, like his body had just gotten in a fresh order of just out of the factory purified testosterone. He headed over to Jessica's around 10 a.m. and, when he knocked on the door, Mrs. Hamada answered the door, as usual. He crossed the threshold and then made eye contact with her, his heart pounding. "Jennifer, show me your tits," he firmly commanded. Her eyes widened like, "what the fuck?" but her hands, as if they had a life of their own, pulled up the little striped tank top she was wearing and then she grabbed the undersides of her bra cups and turned them up, revealing her teardrop shaped globes and nipples that were a little thicker than Jessica's. He ravished her with his eyes and he became immediately hard. "Good girl Jennifer," he complimented, and she covered herself back up. "From now on until the end of summer, you will wear a bikini during the day and show me your breasts every time I come over," he anted up. She replied with a placid, "okay."

While Mike entered Jessica's room, Mrs. Hamada went to her bedroom to change. Jessica was already beginning to strip when Mike showed up. "Good morning fucktoy," he intoned assertively. "Hurry up and get that shit off," he ordered. "Yes Master," she retorted, sensing his urgency to use her. He had his clothes off in record time and once Jessica was totally nude, he jumped on her and kissed her hard before he moved down and mauled and sucked her glorious gazongas, the intensity of his attack making her super wet. He shoved two fingers into her pussy and could feel that she was lubricated and he immediately jammed his cock into that sopping cunt and started fucking her for all he was worth, utlizing her solely as a way to get his rocks off, his brain going on holiday and his lust ruling him while he thrust into his vulnerable victim like an atomic piledriver. He was basically raping her and gave little thought to that because all he wanted to do was satisfy his urge to fuck.

Meanwhile, Jennifer was on her back in her bedroom diddling her clit, thinking about how Mike controlled her, imagining herself on her knees in front of him and sucking his teenage cock,  her revery almost an out of body experience. Indeed, it was a measure of just how much she felt controlled by him that her mind and body were reacting this way. As much as she loved her husband, she wished he had used a firmer hand with her, overpowered her, overwhelmed her, ruled her, made it so that she could worship and serve him. And because he didn't, she was now fantasizing about being the toy of a 17 year old. She wondered if he dictated to Jessica like he did her and what she was doing to answer his demands. However, she wasn't going to alienate the girl she carried for nine months and saw through some pretty rough times, and risk her marriage by seeking more of Mike's control.

Back in Jessica's bedroom, Mike was getting close. Jessica, dominated by the ferocity of his assault, was already pulling up anchor and letting him be her captain for a journey to sub space, giving herself to him totally in the trust that he would bring her back to safe harbor as he had always done. Mike was grunting loudly now like he didn't care if anyone heard him and then spewed a huge wad of his goo into Jessica's receptive slot, collapsing on top of her in satiation.

He withdrew from her pussy and scooted up so that his cock was right in her face. "Clean it bitch!" he barked, and she accepted the cum slathered tool into her mouth. He was feeding on his own aggression, as was Jessica, who was being pushed further and further into her personal Garden of Eden by it. She licked and sucked him only for about five minutes before he was stiff again. He jerked her body so that it was at a right angle with the bed, her head hanging upside down off the edge. With no concern for her comfort, he drove his spear into her throat and treated her mouth much like he just did her twat. Since she was pretty far gone now, her body automatically made the adjustment for her and set up a rhythm that allowed her to breathe in between his thrusts, Mike being able to see the head of his his flesh hammer make a protrusion when he looked at her neck, which turned him on even more. His balls beat a steady, though nonetheless rapid, rhythm against her nose while her tongue, lips and throat clamped on his manhood, making his breathing become rough and raspy again.

Mikes hips flexed time and again  to ream her cakehole, his mind empty except to note the status of what was being loaded into his balls and even that was reflexive, no conscious thought needed. The lightheadedness that her head hanging the way it was caused the "space" component of sub space to be amplified in her brain. After ten minutes of ravaging her mouth, Mike felt his balls tighten again and he pulled out and splattered the contents of his sack all over her neck, boobs and cheeks

"Fucktoy will leave her Master's cum on her," he propounded. "Yes Master, thank you Master," she responded hazily. "I gotta hit the head fucktoy, be right back," Mike notified her, putting his pants on. Mike then took a piss, but when he was done, he scurried into the living room, where Mrs. Hamada was sitting on the couch, except in a very flattering two piece bathing suit and she was so relaxed from having masturbated she almost looked like someone had fed her half a roofy. When she saw Mike standing in front of her,  her heart began racing again. "Jennifer, take off your bikini bottoms and show me your pussy," Mike strongly requested. Again, her eyes widened, but then kind of glazed over and she inserted her thumbs into the waistband of the skimpy bottoms and pushed them off, giving Mike a full view of her neatly trimmed slit and mound. The forbidden nature of what he was doing plus the sight of Mrs. Hamada's  cunt inspired another raging hard on as his mind took snapshots of the vessel that his slave had exited out of almost 18 years ago. Mike rewarded her with a "good girl Jennifer" and she smiled as Mike hastily beat a path back to Jessica's door.

Jessica barely noticed that any time had elapsed at all when Mike returned and dropped his pants back to the floor. Mike was jagging hard now on the power he had over the Hamada women and he flipped Jessica's tiny Asian body on to her stomach and roughly knifed his meat stick back into her humid, messy dick cozy and pumped his dirty dangler downward into it. Like the first time he fucked her that day, this was just pure animalistic fucking and the primal nature of Mike's vigorous screwing caused Jessica's body to also act like it was back in the veldt at the dawn of time and fulfilling the most basic protocol of any species, as he savaged her to exorcise his need to spread his seed. She orgasmed shortly after entry, wrenching her like a giant bodily hiccup that made her see stars while the intergalactic mystery tour in her mind continued, always flying and never landing. That orgasm was soon succeeded by another will sapping internal earthquake, her mind gorging just as much on the sensations as the brutal way he was fucking her, surrendering to her alpha male. He slapped her ass hard several times and the stinging and tingling on her ass only heaped on to all the other things she was feeling at the moment. Mike was getting totally carried away, riding his own high of domination and superiority in strength and body size and Jessica's ass was now red and hot from the dozen or so mercilessly applied swats. She smelled the musky scent of his sweat and it further intoxicated her even as another orgasm drag raced up her spine and then crashed into her brain, disorienting her. Mike had never fucked her so intently and with so much abandon before and she was loving it.

She was almost hyperventilating now and that forced another orgasm on her. Mike drilled her pussy like he was coring it, the cum and natural lubricant inside of it as well as his precum culminating in loud squelching noises with each series of desperate thrusts, the smell of sex permeating her bedroom. After 20 minutes of him plowing her like he had International Harvester inscribed on his forehead, he loosed another load, though it wasn't nearly as voluminous as the two that preceded it. He was finally spent and he rolled off of Jessica and on to his back and let out a sigh. "Fuck, that was intense," he said to himself. Jessica just lay there still, her body taking stock of the damage from Mike's wanton bulldozing of it. The cum he had deposited on her face was now dry. He rolled her onto his left shoulder and held her. Jessica felt the heat of his exhausted body and instinctively migrated as close to it as she could while her nostrils drank in his scent.

Jessica's butt was sore and she rotated her body so that there was no pressure on her butt while her brain coped with the tide of endorphins a combination of Mike and her subconscious needs had caused her to produce. Mrs. Hamada had heard the some two dozen hard slaps Mike ultimately had given her daughter's posterior, but didn't intervene because Mike had previously given firm orders to let the high schoolers have their privacy. Indeed, after Mike had forced Mrs. Hamada to expose herself to him, she had fingered herself to another orgasm, Mike's resonating spanking of Jessica only adding to her daydream of submitting to his whims.

This was the hardest Mike had pushed Jessica physically since they met and her peaceful repose in the wake of it suggested to him that he could probably go at least somewhat further with her. What he really wanted in his heart of hearts, though, was to also fuck the bejesus out of her mom and have Jennifer and Jessica act more like nymphomaniacally incestuous sisters that were under his control than a respectable mother-daughter pair. He  reminded himself, though, that he in no way could go there. Jessica, he analyzed, was only a minor freak, so having Jennifer reveal her pussy and tits to him every now and again was probably about the extent of how much he could play with her. It was better to be assured of holding on to one than to risk losing two.