Jen made her way downstairs and, after taking her daily birth control pill (now a much more important task, she reminded herself), began pouring some cornflakes and reheating the bacon and eggs her mom had left. As she sat on a kitchen stool watching the microwave timer, she mulled over her predicament. Thankfully there had not yet been a round two, as her box was once again serving as a container for the stranger's flaccid cock in his briefs. It's surprising how quickly you get used to things Jen pondered looking down at her lower abdomen as the timer beeped, but it helped that she could barely feel him inside her while soft, making it easy enough to ignore. Jen stood up and retrieved the small plate, bringing it to the dining room to join her equally-modest bowl of cornflakes. Sober-minded due to the lull in crotch activity, Jen tried to mentally list her possible courses of action at this point as she began eating.
The note had mentioned three possibilities. First, Martha might be using Jen as a bartering token in return for being able to crash on someone's couch. I'm sure desperate people have sold sex for a place to stay before, but I'd imagine it was their own! How could Jennifer track Martha down if that was the case? She could probably search for her social media accounts, seeing if they knew anyone in common. Jen was well-known and well-connected in her community, so if they did have mutual friends chances were Jen was on good enough terms with them to ask them to show her Martha's posts, combing that for clues as to her approximate whereabouts. Martha had mentioned in passing that she loved photography and her profile was likely to have photos from wherever she was now.
Being a social butterfly is the key to catching my social butterfly, if that's what Martha did. Jen thought darkly. In addition, even if she were wrong and it wasn't with Martha, she would recover her nipples from that bitch at the very least as she outright stated that they were with her.
Second, Martha had mentioned that the times Jen was screwed might be "test rides" for "prospective buyers". This scenario scared her as Martha left no clues about who these "prospective buyers" might be. As it felt like the same person had been inside her this whole time however, Jen surmised that Martha had probably exaggerated and there was but one of them. As an educated guess, Jen was confident Martha would decide to subject her to extra humiliation by giving her vagina to someone she knew Jen hated. Jen just had to remember everyone she had bitched about within earshot of the maid, which was a large-but-manageable list. She had definitely talked about what a creep Kyle was, and he hadn't been at school the day he had given her the curse, but she also hadn't been penetrated until after all of her shit list would have been home, ready to receive her as their new toy. Bobby, Jeremy, Zach...they had all been human trash that Jen had stated would never in a million years get the privilege of a date with her, now any of them might have the privilege of using her sex as their personal cum dump whenever they were horny. The thought made her shudder. While she obviously wanted her pussy back as soon as possible, she realized that to narrow this list, she would have to surreptitiously keep track of this gaggle of losers over time, crossing off one's that clearly couldn't be fucking her at the times she was used and being absolutely sure to find out ahead of time if any of them happened to be moving. Which meant both that it would take at least a few days, but more likely a few weeks to find the culprit, as well as the fact that to do so she would have to watch for these people while getting used, and since the only place she would see these people was in public...
But even that paled in comparison to the third option; she might be the new fixture in a high-school locker room. At first glance, this seemed like an option she could dismiss entirely as her vagina seemed to be in the hands, or at the moment underwear, of one person. Who's getting hard for the second time so far during this meal, noted Jen. But the complication, that still made this scenario possible, was that this was only the second day back in school after a three-day weekend. As a bid to help boost high school athlete grades, the local government had signed into law a new rule stating that practices could not be held for more than three consecutive days at a time without a day off to study, and Jen knew that every football coach in the county would hold practice throughout the three-day weekend, meaning Monday hadn't had any practices. No practice, no access to the locker room, and no opportunity to carry in a new method of "team-bonding." She'd have her answer later on this evening, if she found herself bonding with an entire football team. In that case, her search would be made much easier in the sense that there were a limited number of schools in her fairly-small community, but also much harder in that she'd have to gain access to each of their locker rooms during their practice times (since someone on the team could be taking her pussy home afterwards and carrying it around the rest of the day before practice), while being herself a student who was also an athlete.
At least she could cross one high school's locker room off the list; her own. Not only had Martha stated it would be "too easy" for her to figure out, but her boyfriend Brad was the school quarterback. He'd surely recognize my vulva if he saw it, right? Jen thought. If not her vulva's look, than he'd recognize her vagina's feel. Jen had had sex with Brad four times over the summer, which wasn't nothing but certainly wasn't anywhere close to how easy Kyle probably thought she was. With a grimace, Jen realized that by the end of the day the new owner of her pussy will probably have plundered her depths more than Brad had all summer.
As Jen finished her meal and washed the dish, it was beginning to look like undoing Martha's and Kyle's actions would be very time and reputation-consuming. From odd requests to stalk Martha's social media pages, to possibly being seen keeping an oddly keen eye on people she shouldn't be caught dead around, to possibly possibly losing her place on the cheer team due to skipping practice while she poked around high school locker rooms, Jen's journey to snatch back her snatch might be very costly indeed. She considered whether she should break up with Brad just to simplify her life in preparation of it. I should, he'll probably expect me to put out after homecoming next week. And I won't exactly feel romantic with THIS here... Jen mused as she reflexively squeezed her walls around the still-erect cock in her.
Another thing she could do in preparation for her secret investigation is to practice behaving normally while being taken advantage of, as all of them would likely require interacting with people, not to mention the inevitable day-to-day interactions she'd have to have, any of which she could suddenly find herself having sex during. "Never thought I'd say this, but I think this homework might be really helpful." as she pulled out her assignment for speech class. It was absolutely perfect for Jen to build a skill, but probably not the skill the teacher had in mind. She had been given a sample speech to memorize, and was to record herself giving the speech using her phone camera. She would be marked for body language, accuracy, and vocal cadence. While it was only about 10am and she had as many takes as she wished, the video she chose to turn in would be graded quite strictly. In essence, the grade depended on how naturally she could make the speech seem to roll off of her tongue. This would be perfect for learning how to act passable while potentially being passed around, and since she was recording herself she could go over any flaws in her act. There was only one problem...she couldn't practice if she wasn't getting any action.
You better not think I'm a slut! I'm not doing this to because I want to... Jen thought to the stranger between her legs as she started squeezing her walls in an effort to coax him to start fucking her. Since the last time Jen had been aware of her ever-present intruder, he had semi-softened in her tunnel while she had been memorizing the sample speech and setting up the camera. Soon enough, she felt him expand to fill her completely, but frustratingly he remained inert within her. Come on and fuck me already! Jen continued squeezing the rigid presence filling every millimeter of her private space. Suddenly, she felt a shift and rhythmic rubbing along the left, then right edge of her vulva. He's walking somewhere, is he in school? The rubbing abruptly stopped, and Jen felt the cotton on the back of her pussy move away. "Finally!" Jen exclaimed as she hit record. "Hi, name is Jennifer Smith and I'm here to talk to you about -omigod! Ahh! The! Ah! Pros! Ahhh...a-an-and cons...ohhhHH! OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENNNNT!" Jen was caught completely off-guard by the ferocity with which her vagina was now being used. It felt as if an industrial machine was stamping her pussy onto the pubic bone of whoever was fucking her, or alternately that her pussy was being forcefully molded into a shaped pocket for the dick she was taking care of. While this was completely silent from her end, she imagined that the slapping of the two against each other must have been audible throughout the room her vagina was in.
She struggled through the rest of her speech, rarely being able to speak more than three words without a loud moan that could have been heard throughout the house if there had been anyone home. Still, she made some minor progress, and by the end of her speech (around ten seconds before Jen felt cum erupt into her cocksleeve for the third time since the curse had taken hold), she had managed to lower her arms to her sides and keep them there, rather than holding the front of her pressed-together thighs as had been the case until then. As the penis softened within her before she was taken off to be washed, she decided to switch to her math homework for a little while she waited out his likely refractory period before trying again.
Jennifer managed to get him to fuck her six more times in the next four hours through caressing his cock with her walls, each time reviewing the video afterwards and finding her tells while she impatiently waited in his underwear for him to get hard again. She stopped biting her lip. She stopped pressing her legs together (and eventually found it easier to widen to a shoulder-width stance when receiving dick). She got better at anticipating the pace of thrusts and modulating her voice to maintain a normal tone. She learned to keeping eye contact and make normal hand gestures rather than having jerky movements. She learned to regulate her breathing so as not be audibly panting, though she still took deeper breaths during sex. In between attempts, Jen turned her attention to her walking, and was eventually able to maintain the same stride regardless of whether her crotch pocket was full or empty, though she wasn't able prevent her hips from swaying more when she tried to walk while it was actually getting pounded. She also couldn't do anything about the blush that formed when she was fucking. But those were the only two tells that she could spot on the sixth take, and Jen was confident that, so long as she had a podium in front of her, she could deliver the speech in front of the whole class while getting railed and no one would suspect anything worse than nerves. Jen wouldn't admit to herself that some part of her was turned on by the idea, but as she sat legs-spread reviewing the video, the additional wetness that allowed the cock plowing her to slide in more easily revealed her secret. After he finished inside her once again, she felt the familiar cycle of washing and re-insertion, but this time followed by a shockingly cold stinging around the top of her pussy near her clit. What the hell was that!? Jen squeezed his cock in a futile attempt to show her displeasure. Unbeknownst to her, her mystery man had sprayed deodorant under his pants and at her cunt to cover up all the musk that had been produced by his frequent usage of her vagina throughout the day.
As she prepared for her seventh and final take once she sensed him hardening and getting ready to take her, Jennifer suddenly felt two fingers slide across her nipples. Jen was taken aback, but her expression only slipped for a moment before, with determination on her face and a dick stretching her pussy, she hit record. "Hi, I'm Jennifer Smith and I'm here to talk to you about the pros and cons of capital punishment". As she began detailing the complicated history behind crime and punishment, there was no indication to the viewer that the fashionable blond with the branded tee, short shorts, and sneakers on was in reality being shafted and groped right in front of the camera. Despite her vagina and nipples singing with pleasure in her head, none of it showed in the 18-year old's incongruously-grave expression as she moved onto the arguments modern-day proponents of each camp made. It almost felt as if he was thrusting into her in time with the syllables she wanted to emphasize in the speech, as slow, deep thrusts penetrated her very core, and as she approached both the conclusion of her speech and orgasm, she spoke the last lines with perfect pace and pitch. "-and that, audience, is why capital punishment remains such a contentious topic." She walked up to the the camera and hit the button to stop recording.
Jen's eyes immediately rolled back in her head as she came for the fourth time that day, her hands gripping the sides of the stool her phone camera was resting on, eventually knocking it off the stool as she was forced to let out all the shuddering and spasming that she had held in for the speech. Almost all of her weight rested on her arms as her bow-legged knees spread out as wide as they could go, grinding her pelvic bone against the front of the stool. As wave after wave of pleasure crashed upon her, part of Jennifer's mind contemplated, behind the blank whites of her eyes and her madly-humping hips, how she was going to go back to normal sex after this.
Jennifer eventually came down from her orgasm, feeling the cool water washing her insides (which, having also been changed by the events of the last two days, immediately re-lubricated to facilitate entry). As she laid down on the ground to rest for a few minutes, she realized her tits were still being rubbed nearly-continuously. She wished Martha would stop as Jen was still sensitive from cumming, but the minutes would turn into hours by time her nipples were allowed to soften in a reprieve from their constant teasing. Not that one would be able to tell looking at her except for a slight blush. In all, Jennifer had received nine loads in her cocksleeve since being cursed, and while she still fully denied in her mind that she wanted a tenth, it still got wet when she thought of it regardless of her wishes.
Meanwhile, around 50 miles away...
These are so fun to play with on long drives like this. thought Martha as she approached the country limits of Glendale. But as terrible as the Smiths were to her (and as terrible as her actions had been lately, as a consequence Martha told herself), she considered it just not sporting to take Jen's nipples away from her forever with no way to recover them. Martha would put them somewhere in Glendale, somewhere closer than Jen would expect, but still unexpected. I'll miss having them, I wonder if she'll figure out they stick? Martha was referring to another side-effect of the transformation; while Jen's parts could never attach to her body again so long as she was still under the curse, they could easily stick to objects or even other people, in which case they seemed to give pleasure to both parties. This latter fact had been discovered when she had given a "hand job" to the recipient of Jennifer's cunt as a demonstration to him, the cunt in question attached to her palm while they managed to see catch part of Jen's reaction through the front door of the Smith's abode, the two of them safely ensconced behind the tinted windows of said recipient's car. In reality, Martha had lied, at least at the beginning of her note; Jennifer's slit was getting fucked less than 50 meters from her while she had read it, with Jennifer none the wiser. That had been unplanned though, and the rest of the note was genuine. And now, Martha would return Jen's nipples. At least, to the general vicinity of Glendale.
Until then though, she enjoyed running her thumbs over them as they sat at the 10 & 2 o'clock positions of her car's steering wheel.