Under His Wing (Closed to "saedo")

OOC: This SRP is based on the Alpha/Beta/Omega format.

A brief description, as it will pertain to this story:

Alpha/Beta/Omega or Alpha/Omega is a kink trope where people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system, with the terms originating from animal behavior research. There may be werewolf, knotting, or other animalistic elements involved, or the characters may be otherwise purely human. (In this SRP, Human/Knotting)

Knotting: The bulbus glandis (also called a knot) is an erectile tissue structure on the penis of canid mammals (dog family). During the mating the tissues swell up and lock immediately after penetration of the male's penis inside the female. The locking is completed by circular muscles just inside the female's vagina tightening thus preventing the male from withdrawing for several minutes.

Alphas: Rare, dominant males, well-endowed and have a knot when aroused. Alphas are always “on the prowl” and very sensitive to Omegas in heat. They will compete for Omegas. Some Alphas may have very nasty dispositions and will not care for the well-being of the Omega, but only for their own sexual need. An Omega in heat must be careful not to become cornered by such an Alpha.

Betas: Any male/female that is not an Alpha or Omega. They are subordinate to Alphas and may be able to bring temporary relief to an Omega, but only temporary.

Omegas: Generally lowest on the hierarchy in real life. When a human Omega goes into “heat” (in this story), this means she begins experiencing very extreme horniness as well as other physical symptoms which begin to increase over time and become dangerous for her health if not relieved. For a satisfying relief and curing of her ailment, she needs a good hard fucking by an Alpha, unlike the animal kingdom (for impregnation during a menstrual heat).

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Setting:
Modern day; family lives on Main St, in a township on the outskirts of a small city.

Omega Character Description/information:

Name: Carrie Matthews
Age: 18, senior at local, all girls Catholic School
Physical description: 5.4; 125 lbs.; medium build, slight hips; “B” cup breasts; blue eyes; long, slightly wavy, reddish hair, parted slightly to one side; dresses very conservatively; only allowed very little make-up by parents.

Personality description: quiet, obedient (good girl); has a small circle of friends, no boyfriend but allowed to date with a strict 12pm curfew; virgin, completely inexperienced (parents never discussing anything sexual and condemning masturbation/pre-marital sex)

Family description: (All Betas) Mother, Rebecca; Father, David; (late 40’s) older brother, John, 20, commutes to local college; younger sister, Sara, 14. Parents are very religious and have high moral standings in the town; Father involved in town Politics (Planning Board)

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IC:

‘Uuggh’, Carrie thought to herself as she stood, her face scrunched before her bedroom closet, contemplating her wardrobe. It was Tuesday already and she didn’t know what she was going to wear on Thursday night to go with her friend Emily to her schools’, girl’s varsity basketball game. Her wardrobe wasn’t nearly as handsome and as large as Emily’s. Emily was lucky. She attended the local, public school and could choose her own clothes. Carrie had to wear the same, dumb uniform every day, navy blue pleated skirt, white blouse, matching navy knee socks, black shoes. ‘Ugghhh’, she thought again, peering in, feeling frustrated as these took up more than half of her closet, leaving little choice for her to feel appealing at a public school event. She didn’t even know why she cared. It normally didn’t bother her to wear the same outfits she usually chose from on non-school days. Why was it bothering her now?

Her sister, Sara, after spying on her through the crack of her partially opened door, burst into her room, interrupting her train of thought, “What, do you have a booooyyyfriend?” she questioned teasingly.

“No! You little twirp! Get out!!” Carrie hollered back, pushing her sister back out into the hallway and locking the door behind her.

“Girls” she heard her mother call up the stairs, “get along.”

Carrie sighed and rolled her eyes, feeling a little hormonal.

She began to undress in front of her wardrobe mirror, as it was 10 pm, and she needed to shower and get to bed. She stood, nude, admiring her developed figure in the glass. She never liked her figure before, always condemning one or another of her attributes as most girls do. But this evening, she was looking more admiringly at herself, turning from side to side, pulling her shoulders back. She stared at her breasts, admiring the perkiness, unlike her mother’s. She squeezed them, and pinched her nipples. ‘hmmmmmm’ They seemed a little extra sensitive. ‘I'm not due for my period for two more weeks’, she thought to herself, trying to think of an explanation for the tenderness.

Carrie headed into her adjoining, private bathroom, started the water, and placed a towel near the side of the tub. She hated how long it took for the hot water to reach her bathroom from the basement. While waiting for it to warm, she leaned against the sink counter to better inspect a small pimple in the mirror. The counter felt cold against her hips, but the patch of soft, reddish brown, curly hair covering her young mound quilted the area in between. She peered down at it, suddenly giving it a thought and simply deciding that it must go. All her friends, except Emily had hair there, and before she gave it a second thought, she had her small scissors in her hand and the fluff was landing softly in her trash can, which she quickly buried beneath the other debris so her mother wouldn’t see it and have a fit.

She washed her hair and quickly scrubbed her body, then grabbed her razor and began shaving her legs. As she shaved her thighs, she caught glimpse of her pussy again. She stopped for a minute and watched the water stream down between her breasts, dip into her belly button and then disappear into her manicured patch. After several minutes, she decided that she would go all the way and she shaved her lips with trembling hands. She then rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing her towel. Immediately, she felt the cool air on her now bare labia and debated if she should have acted so hastily.

After drying, and brushing her hair and teeth, she slipped a t-shirt over her head, turned off the light and climbed into bed. She noticed the cool feeling of her top sheet against her sensitive flesh and reached down to inspect it with her hand. It was so soft, softer than any other part of her body. She noticed how much more sensitive it was to her touch without hair. Carrie also noticed how good the touch felt. She explored a little more, she couldn’t help it, it felt weird….but good. She traced her fingers up and down her larger, outer lips, then gently parted them, finding and gently exploring her inner set, tugging them a little. She liked how that felt too. It made a weird, tingly sensation there. Beginning to feel a little guilty and sinful, she pulled her hand away, sighed and drifted off to sleep.

Beep….beep….beep, an alarm sounded. The curvy form under the blankets jolted. A hand reached up smacking the snooze button, then quickly returned to its position tucked underneath the form.

Carrie remained still; her brain adjusting the reality of her bedroom around her, reassuring her that the experience she had just had was just a dream. As she lay there, she recalled the intense, dreamland incident. The party, the men, their hands on her, groping her, looking at her with their piercing, desiring eyes, and then tearing at her as if she were a piece of meat thrown to a pack of wild dogs. One would think it would have scared Carrie awake, but instead she laid there feeling slightly annoyed that the alarm had to sound just then, abruptly ending the explicit fantasy in her subconscious brain. She kept her eyes closed, trying hard to recall the place where it had left off, trying to get back to the party, longing to know what would have happened next.

After a few minutes of concentrating, she gave up, allowing her brain to come back to reality. Lying face down, arms tucked beneath her, she began to take notice of the achiness in her breasts, now even more so than the night before. She couldn’t recall feeling that tender since she was twelve and just developing, weird. She stretched, straightening her fingers and toes as far as they could reach. Her hand became moist. Slightly alarmed at the feeling, she flipped over and threw her blanket off to investigate the source. She peered down between her legs, wondering if she had somehow peed in the bed. The wetness seemed to be contained in and around her now smooth labia, which appeared puffier than it had the night before. Carrie investigated more closely. ‘Maybe it was the razor or the cream I used,’ she thought to herself. She pressed on it. ‘Huh, it’s not sore. That actually feels good.’ She pressed it again, and held pressure the second time, and then rubbed it in a circular motion. ‘It definitely feels more sensitive than before, but not in a bad way. It kind of feels good’, she thought, ‘tingly’. Looking at the clock, Carrie knew that she could linger there a few more minutes and still leave enough time to get ready and walk to school. She pulled the blanket back up to her chin and let her hand roam back down to the new, moist friend she had found between her thighs. She touched it softly, stroking it up and down its slippery center. She quickly discovered that it was more sensitive near the top and explored that area a little deeper, her eyes closed. The tip of her middle finger sank slowly between her fleshy folds, exploring the source of her sensitivity. She found it. A hard little nub sent shock waves through her body when she touched it. She touched it again. Then she discovered that if she touched and rubbed near it, but not directly on it, it felt really good, intensely good. Is this what her mother had warned about? That it was a sin? Pleasuring ones self without the help of a married partner, and not for the purpose of procreation? At that point Carrie did not care if she were sinning or not. She was driven by a strong yearning within, a need for some kind of relief from this intense feeling emanating from her core.

Carrie continued to rub, increasingly harder and faster. She wasn't sure when she was supposed to stop. All’s she knew was that it felt great and she didn't want it to end. It seemed to be getting increasingly stronger and her thighs began to quiver. She pressed a little harder, alternating side to side to up and down motions with her fingertips.
Just when Carrie thought her arm was going to give out, something happened. It was as if a wave had crested and begun crashing down upon her. Her legs straightened. Her toes curled tightly under the blanket. Her breath caught as the tight muscles deep within her virgin vagina began to contract. Again and again they clamped down, squeezing a small stream of white, girl cream out of her small opening and down over her taint. Her fierce rubbing slowed and turned back into gentle stroking as the feelings subsided.

Carrie took a deep breath and smiled to herself, feeling pleasantly satisfied. She opened her eyes and peered at the clock, then jumped to her feet. She was running late. She swished mouthwash and put on her bra and panties as she sat on the toilet, and then had to wipe twice in order to remove the mess she had created with her self exploration. She hurried around, leaving her hangers swinging in the closet as she ripped her clothes from them, quickly dressing into her school uniform. Her blouse felt a little tight. She noticed her buttons were a little stressed. ‘Great, she thought to herself. I just got these.” After throwing her hair into a messy bun and applying a little eyeliner and lip gloss, she ran down the stairs.

“There you are.” Her mother said as she bolted into the kitchen. “I thought I was going to have to send your sister up there after you.”

‘Thank God she didn’t.’ Carrie thought to herself, as she grabbed her backpack and a banana.

“Bye mom”, she said as she headed out the door.

“Don’t forget.” Her mother yelled out the door to her as she hit the sidewalk. “You need to come home right after school today and help me clean up the house. We are having company for dinner.”

‘Uggh’, Carrie moaned to herself.

Carrie was anxious to be excused from the table that night and appreciative when her mother finally directed her to clear and start the dishes.

It was a long day for her. Ever since discovering her sensitive clitoris that morning, she had this strong desire to find it again, and feel her body react to her self stimulus. It was if she had become addicted with that first orgasm. It’s all she could think about. Her breasts were still sore as well, even worse now. They seemed tight and itchy. She watched the clock during every class, the minutes ticking away slowly. Her mind kept wandering to the feel of her fingers on her sensitive flesh.

Carrie wriggled in her chair, her dirty thoughts causing her young snatch to become moist and sensitive again. She kept adjusting herself in her seat. She discovered by period 4 math class, that if she sat on her foot she could wriggle on the side of her shoe and it would role her labia around and feel extremely good. Her teacher wasn’t helping matters either. He was a young, good looking guy, about 26, in his second year teaching there. She gazed up at him at the front of the room. She couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like naked; if he had chest hair; how big his penis was; if he shaved his privates as she had just done? And the way he smelled! He always wore the same cologne, but today it seemed to be really having an effect on her senses.

Then he came over to check on her work! Standing behind her and looking over her shoulder, she could feel his breath on her neck. Her senses were on overload. As she felt his close proximity behind her, closed her eyes and breathed him in, she felt a strong tingling in her breasts. The feeling of longing between her thighs became even stronger. She needed to do something! She couldn’t take this feeling of longing for the next four, long periods that she still had to endure before going home.

“May I be excused to use the restroom? I don’t feel too well.” Carrie asks permission while still wriggling.

Mr. Smith looked at his watch. Seeing that there were only 8 minutes left until the bell, and noticing her squirming, he excused her.

Carrie felt the juiciness of her yearning pussy as she hurried to the ladies room. She knew she would only have about seven minutes alone before a flood of girls rushed in. She flew into a stall and lifted her skirt. She sat and examined the crotch of her cotton panties, in awe of how soaked through they were. Carrie wasted no time. She pulled them aside exposing her glistening, puffy lips to the air. She started rubbing them up and down, slowly at first, then fast. She closed her eyes, her hands trembling at the thought of her risky business. She still had the scent of her teacher’s cologne remnant in her nostrils. Her thoughts went back to him, fantasizing about what it would be like to have him on top of her; what it would feel like to have him push his hard penis inside of her right now! She gently inserted her middle finger inside her tight hole. She had never put anything in there before. To her finger it felt warm and slippery. To her pussy it felt incredibly stimulating. She slid her finger in and out, twisting a little. She slowly increased her speed, until she was furiously finger fucking herself. Carrie began sweating, working hard to find the relief she so desperately needed. She was glad she was alone, as the slurpy noises that her actions were creating echoed quite loudly in the hollowness of the tiled restroom. Her relief finally came. Carrie writhed on the toilet seat, bucking her hips up in the air to meet her hand as her orgasm erupted.

She felt better. As she washed her hands, then redid her messy bun, she couldn’t help but notice that her breasts appeared larger, actually spilling out over the top of her bra. She pressed on the bulging areas, stuffing them back inside of the lace edged, B cups.

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Now, she seemed to be back where she was in fourth period! She couldn’t focus on the dinner conversation. It was all stuff that was non-interesting to her anyway. All she could think about was the feeling of longing in her pussy….again. And the way that this man, Mr. Trask, kept looking at her. He was like, way older than her, but she sensed that he was looking at her in a dirtish kind of way during dinner.

As Carrie quickly washed the last of the dishes, she thought more about this Mr. Trask, and how he winked and smiled at her. ‘Was he actually flirting with me?’ She began wondering what he looked like naked; if he shaved his privates; what he felt like.

Carrie went upstairs right after finishing her chores.

“Going up to do homework Mom.”

Homework yes, but not before Carrie took a long bath and satisfied her needy pussy again, with the handle of her back brush.

“Uhhhh, Mr. Trask?” is all Carrie could muster. She turned to face him as he began fuming. She slowly backed herself into the corner behind her door. She was surprised, frightened, embarrassed and still horny all at the same time. Her eyes grew large and her heart pounded behind her swollen breasts as she stood in the Alpha’s presence.

‘How did he know about me?’ Her mind raced. ‘How did he know how I’ve been feeling, about the changes in my body, my masturbating? He couldn’t have spied on me.’

“Omega?” She questioned. “I don’t really know too much about that. I go to Catholic school. They don’t really teach sex ed there, just about periods and stuff and waiting til we’re married.”

Just then, she remembered her friend Emily showing her a pamphlet she had received at public school a couple months back. They had looked at it briefly and laughed about it, how crazy the idea was.

‘Could that really be true? Could I actually be an Omega?’ Carrie’s mind raced. What does that mean for me? Do I actually have to have sex to make this go away? Is this what Mr. Trask is telling me? And how does he know? Oh my God! Is he an Alpha? He seems angry, but he’s not trying to touch me or anything. Maybe he’s trying to help?’

“My best friend Emily goes to public school. She told me a little about the talk they had about it in her health class, but we didn’t think it was really true. It sounded crazy!”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. Ummm, I’ve never even had sex before.”

She listened to Mr. Trask rant on. He paced in the room as he lectured her, waving his hands and pointing his finger. She couldn’t get too many words in herself. He wouldn’t let her. By the time he was finished his face was beet red, sweaty, and he was out of breath, but Carrie had a small understanding of what was going on with her body and what she needed to do. He explained to her about the heat cycle and the clinics. It was so much to take in all at once.

‘Do I really need a real cock?’ she thought. That IS what Carrie had been fantasizing about in the last couple days, a real good, hard fucking, but she didn’t have a “go to” boyfriend for relief. She was still a virgin! She didn’t even own a vibrator! She had been fucking herself with any small item in her room that she found could penetrate her still virgin hole!

Mr. Trask was a worldly man. He had a hard time grasping the idea of how an 18 year old girl could have such little sexual knowledge and be so inexperienced.

“I will go to the clinic tomorrow.” She promised Mr. Trask.

He finally left after one more short, “you better….” rant. She was glad, as it almost 6 and she new her Dad would be home at 6:15! Besides, it was Thursday and she was supposed to be at Emily’s at 6:30 to go to the basketball game with her. She HAD to talk to Emily, to get her advice and ask her to come to the clinic with her!

She cleaned herself up and put on her favorite pair of faded, blue jeans. They felt tighter on her ass and hips, but she now understood why. Her body was changing because of her sexual heat. Her boobs had grown at least a size larger as well! She slipped on a loose fitting t-shirt to try to hide the fact that her bra was now grossly under-sized. Her pussy ached and was swollen. It seemed to be constantly wet and aroused now. Mr. Trask had warned her about the actual health risks of going too long without a hard fucking for relief. She wasn’t sure how much he was exaggerating that part, and how much she believed him.

Carrie jogged the three blocks to Emily’s house, her arms pressed tightly against her sore breasts to prevent them from bouncing. Her friend was waiting for her out front. They headed for the Public High School, four more blocks away.

“OMG, Emily! I have to talk to you!” Carrie was already out of breath, but started talking a mile a minute…..finally sharing with her best friend what had been going on with her and about how she was pretty sure she was an Omega. She didn’t have the courage to tell her about Mr. Trask.

“I’m so glad Mom said I could spend the night! I might have to go to a clinic tomorrow! I really don’t want to.” she finally finished, at the front steps of the school.

They both paused to rest a second; taking a deep breath before heading in, as the game had already started. Emily was so surprised by it all that she was at a loss for words. Not that she was a “good girl”, but just because she didn’t think the Alpha/Omega thing was really true either. Emily was actually quite experienced as her parents were very open and hippy. They had even let Emily try smoking pot with them once. Carries parents didn’t really know them or else they would have never let her go there, or even associate with Emily. Emily was just good at looking innocent.

For the next hour they sat together, Emily texting a million questions to which Carrie texted back answers. Before they knew it, the game was over.


Back at Emily’s, they rushed to her room and locked the door. Emily had an older sister she shared a room with, but she was away at college.

“I’m really scared about the clinic.” Carrie confided in her curious friend. “What if it hurts? I am a virgin, remember?”

“Maybe you don’t have to use the clinic.” Emily responded. “I have an idea. The clinic just uses machines, right? I have to show you something.”

Emily jumped off the bed and retrieved a shoe box from her sister’s bottom, dresser drawer.

“Check these out.” She said, lifting the lid and revealing the contents. Carrie’s eyes widened when she saw what was inside, four different sized sex toys. Two of which were smaller vibrators, the other two, dildos. One was blue, about 5 inches and a standard girth, the other flesh tone and much bigger, about 7 1/2 inches and half again as thick as the first. It also had veins and a more pronounced, life-like head.

“Let’s try these!” Emily continued, confidently, grabbing the two dildos.

The shy redhead blushed deeply.

“What do you mean? With you? I couldn’t do that!” Carrie laughed.

“Why not? We are besties, right? You’ve already told me everything else.” Emily said, trying to reassure her friend.

Carrie sat quietly on the bed, thinking.

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal. Take your clothes off. It’s either this or the clinic!” Emily ordered as she waved the blue dildo at Carrie.

Carrie smiled nervously. If she couldn’t even trust her best friend then she would never get help with this. She took off her clothes and stood next to the bed.

“Holy shit, Carrie! Look at your tits!”

“I know! I told you! They hurt too!”

“Your ass too!”

“Thanks a lot!

“Ok, lay down.” Emily instructed. Carrie obeyed. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but she was actually beginning to like the idea of Emily assisting her, as she was still soooooo incredibly horny and swollen and wet! Besides, her arms were so sore from all the self-pleasure she had already administered in her search for relief.

“Wow, your pussy looks so puffy! It’s already so wet too!” Emily blatantly told her friend as she perched her self between Carried splayed legs. “You don’t even need lube.”

Carrie was now so grateful to have a friend who was raised by such sexually open, hippy parents!

Emily placed the head of the smaller dildo at Carries opening.
“OK, tell me you want me.” She joked, laughing.

“Just do it already.” Carrie giggled back. She didn’t want to admit to her friend that, YES, she wanted her friend to fuck her good and hard!

Emily pushed the toy in slowly. Carrie raised her hips slowly to greet it.

“Slower, OK, Ow, ow, ow,” Carrie winced as Emily slowly pushed the toy deeper, penetrating her pussy enough with the cock sized toy to tear through the thin skin of her hymen. “OK, it’s a little better now.” Carrie continued, assuring that she was past the worst part, putting an end to her years as a virgin.

Emily continued pressing the toy in and pulling it out slowly, studying how her friends flesh moved in and out with it.

Being an Omega in sexual heat, Carrie’s body adjusted much more quickly than the normal “first time” experience usually allows. She was really feeling good, as this friend fuck was quite therapeutic.

“Harder now, faster.” The toy fucking continued.

“OK, use the other one now.” Carrie ordered.

She looked down and watched as her friend began inserting the larger, veined dildo.
Emily guided it in with caution, slowly forcing it deeper and deeper, Carrie’s pink skin stretching tight around it. It hurt but Carrie encouraged her friend to keep going and increase the speed. She began lifting her hips again to greet it, assuring a full thrust.

Emily watched closely, quietly. She was becoming quite aroused, feeling her own pussy become puffy and wet at the sight of her friend in heat. It was like Carrie had become this strange sexual magnet that even her straight friend couldn’t resist.

“Wait a minute. I want to join you.” Emily paused and began stripping her clothes off as if being driven by an uncontrollable, weird, spiritual possession of some kind. Moments later the two teen friends were splayed naked, facing each other, both toy fucking their horny pussies and rubbing their own clits.

The difference between betas and omegas was now very evident. Carries body was reeking of a high state of sexuality. Her tits stood up high, her skin glowed, her pussy extremely swollen and dripping on Emily’s bed with each stroke of the toy. She felt flushed.

It didn’t take but a couple minutes more and they were both coming hard.

“That should take care of it, right?” Carrie asked her friend, looking for some reassurance. “I mean, we used the big one, real hard, and definitely popped my cherry. I am so not going to some weird clinic!”

She did feel relieved……but would it last?

Carrie awoke in Emily’s room at 10 am, Friday, feeling more tired than she did when she had finally fallen asleep at 1:00 am. Her head pounded and she felt sweaty. Her eyes felt so puffy and her tits…..so sore and huge now! She felt under her shirt. Her nipples were nearly flat as her skin was stretched so tightly due to the fast swelling of the tissue beneath them.

‘Oooww’ she thought. ‘I feel even worse. What is wrong with me?’

Carrie felt so sick, physically, like she had a flu or something, yet still so oddly horny?

‘Why am I still so freakin’ horny?’ she contemplated. Her young flesh now sore and reddened with all the rubbing, as well as the finger and toy fucking it had endured. She was glad she had had a separate bed to sleep in because she awoke in a feverish haze several times throughout the night with her fingers buried deep in her folds, as if being possessed by a sex crazed demon. This surely would have awakened Emily had she been sharing the same bed.

“You look like shit.” Emily sat up and yawned. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” Carrie replied. “I think it’s this heat, being an Omega. I feel like it’s much worse, not better. I’m so incredibly horny. Maybe Mr. Trask was right. Maybe I do need to go to the clinic.”

Emily felt bad for her friend and tried cheering her up. “Maybe what you need is some real cock.” She said smiling, as she plopped onto Carries bed.

“It would be better than that clinic! The thought of that place creeps me out.” Carrie replied. “I’m just glad that school was closed today for staff training.”

“What about Mike?” Emily said laughing.

“Mike Schyburgh? What about him?”

“Well, you know how he is. Maybe he’d be willing to help?” Emily poked Carrie.

Carrie actually gave her friends’ idea some consideration, which was totally not like her, but she was getting desperate. She seriously needed some cock, and some real hard pounding. She knew all the rumors about Mike. The slutty girls always joked about how big he was. It definitely wouldn’t be hard to convince him.

“Hello!” Emily interrupted Carrie’s desperate thinking.

“Ya, ya, do you think he would?” Carrie answered with the surprising question.

“Wait, you’re serious!” her friend laughed. “Who are you, and what have you done with Carrie?”

“I AM serious. You don’t know how bad this feels. I really need it! It’s either that or I’m going to have to go to that clinic and you know how I feel about that.” Carrie snapped, feeling frustrated.

“OK, Wow, OK. Well I know he’s having Jack, Matt and Chris over this afternoon for their band practice. Maybe we can walk over and hang out for a while.” Emily suggested.

“OK, thanks Em. Sorry for snapping at you.”


Four hours later they were walking to Mike’s house.

Emily lent Carrie an outfit of hers that would be sure to get her laid by Mike; skinny jeans, a crop shirt with a lacy overlay, and her favorite strappy heels. She teased her hair, helped her apply make-up and gave her a pair of dangly earrings. Funny thing was…..normally, Carrie would not have felt comfortable like that, but today, she felt like it was her.

They approached the house and heard drumming in the garage. Mike’s parents were at work. They knocked a few times unheard and then decided to let themselves in. The music stopped.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like some groupies Jack.” Mike strutted over to them while lighting a cigarette.

“Ya, looks like it.” Jack agreed, both looking the girls up and down hungrily.

“We’ll see ya tomorrow, Mike, gotta get to work.” Chris interrupts the fun and bumps fists with his friends. “You need a ride Matt?”

It’s now only Mike, Jack and the two girls.

“So what brings you two here? Did you like my new song?” Mike inquires?

“Sounded good; what do you think of this?” Carrie asks him, striking a pose and sticking her plump ass out to the side, the needy ache in her pussy driving her to move fast.

“What do “I” think? Hmmmmm, wanna fuck?”

“Ya, actually I do.” Carrie came back quick and desperate with her reply.

“Really? What about you, Em? I can handle two.” Mike said, showing off. He was used to the slutty girls giving it up easily.

“Maybe,” Emily laughs. “But I think I’ll stay here with Jack this time. We wouldn’t want him to feel left out.” Being the good friend that she was, she figured she could keep Jack occupied in the garage with a hand-job while her friend accomplished her dirty deed.

Mike stepped on his cigarette, led Carrie by the hand into his family’s kitchen a few feet away and quickly began groping her. She grimaced when he grabbed her tits, but she new she would have to bare with whatever happened if she wanted relief. He continued, forcing his smelly mouth over hers, jamming his tongue half way down her throat. He grabbed her ass, and squeezed hard. In a hurry to get it over with, Carrie unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. And Mike, being the kind of guy that he was, grabbed them and her panties, and pulled them down quick and hard. He reached down between her legs. “Holy fuck, you’re wet! You want this big cock in there don’t you?” He asked Carrie. The rumors were confirmed when she felt his larger than average sized, cock bulge through his jeans. He wasn’t an Alpha, just an ass, but he had what she needed. At least she thought.

Carrie tried hard to hide her nervousness and inexperience.

“Yes, Mike, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Mike lifted her up under her arms and sat her down on the kitchen table. He then quickly removed her shoes and pants so that he could part her legs. He reached in his pocket for a condom and quickly dropped his own jeans, releasing his large, stiff cock. Carrie tried not to appear scared as she watched him stretch the latex over himself like a pro. He then pulled Carrie’s ass abruptly to the edge of the table and stepped into her. She gripped the edge of it and braced herself as he brought his cock head to her small, swollen opening.

“UUuuhhhhhh,” he moaned, closed his eyes, and put his head back as he pushed it deep into the small hole between her fleshy folds. She was glad that he had closed his eyes as he didn’t notice the expression on her face. He WAS well-endowed. Holy Crap!

She clenched her teeth as he continued, although after a couple more minutes it began to feel good to her. It was a good thing, because at this point Mike was close and beginning to fuck her hard and fast, hard enough that the table moved a couple inches. A few more hard, deep strokes, and Mike was balls deep and cumming hard. It was over. He withdrew slowly and carefully deposited the sloppy condom into a paper towel, handing another to Carrie to clean herself up with.

Mike gave Carrie a slap on the ass as he followed her back out to the garage.

“You can come back anytime, sweetheart.” Carrie cringed at his words, but did feel somewhat relieved.

The two girls headed back to Carries house.

“I think I’m going to go home and sleep” Carrie said as she changed back into her own clothes and brushed out her hair. “I’m so tired still. BUT, at least I’m not horny now.” She smiled thankfully at her best friend. “I soooooo owe you!” she added.

“You sure as hell do!” Emily agreed.

It was 5 pm when Carrie stripped of her pants and crawled in to her own bed. It was nice to have a break from the horniness, although she was still feeling tired and shitty.

Carrie did let it go too far, allowing her heat to progress way too long without professional help from a clinic or that of an Alpha.

She had awakened from her late nap at 8 pm, drenched in a feverish sweat, her heart pounding. She stripped off her clothes in an attempt to cool off quickly. She caught glimpse of herself in her wardrobe mirror. She realized then, that she had made a foolish mistake by not listening to Mr. Trask and going to the clinic when she had had the chance.

Her body had changed even more just that afternoon. She looked like a Barbie freak. Her tits now were obnoxiously huge and round…..and her hips and ass, she could have been J.Lo’s sister! Even her labia had plumped more, almost appearing pumped. She was beyond the safe point now. Her threatening physical conditions had become more of a serious problem then the horny ache still in her pussy. Her health was on the line as she was very near the onset of sexual hypothermia.

Carrie had looked up the number of the clinic online and called, but the voice on the answering machine informed her that the office was now closed until Monday at 8 am. It was a volunteer service with no fees, as no health insurer would cover it, so it didn’t have emergency hours as a hospital or regular doctor’s office. She couldn’t just, tell her mother what she really needed; besides, the rest of her family had gone out for the evening, eliminating that as even an option. That would have gotten her nothing but a scolding anyway and being told she was having sinful thoughts. What she needed was a good hard fucking from an Alpha, and soon. At least that was what the website she found had confirmed.

She called Emily, desperately begging her friend again for help, explaining to her of her worsening condition and the clinic now being closed for the weekend. Emily agreed to come right over, that she had an idea.

Carrie was drying off from a cool shower when Emily arrived, dumping a bagful of supplies on her bed. She began handing items to Carrie to put on as she rambled about Mike’s older brother being a bouncer at this local club and how he is friends with her sister. She was so glad to have Emily to help her, to save her!

They hadn’t been in the club for very long before every male took notice. The pheromones were emanating from Carrie like steam from a hot kettle. Her red waves glimmered in the club lights, cascading across the shoulders of her pale blouse. Her blue eyes sparkled. Her lips, plump from her condition and wet from the red lip gloss that Emily had provided. The fitted skirt she was wearing hid her other, obnoxiously plump and wet lower set of lips, but couldn't hide how they felt to Carrie. Emily was there with her, but definitely not the main attraction. Her beta admirers only took notice of the outward, physical symptoms of her sexual heat, the females with jealousy, and the males with an unexplainable desire. No one even realized just how ill she was. Of course, this is why Reggie and Harrison were the first to greet them. They were familiar with the all women who frequented there for their weekend hook-ups. But these two, they looked like Spring Break centerfolds, new and luscious morsels.

Emily was right. This would be the easiest place to find an Alpha. But, they didn’t realize the danger for a young, inexperienced Omega in this atmosphere. They didn’t realize that some men transformed into Alphas they would never want the experience of encountering; dangerous Alphas who wouldn’t hesitate to tear up a young piece of hot flesh like Carrie and then leave her for dead in an alley somewhere after they got their fix. The loud music, low lighting, and all the bodies in a club setting made a good cover for evil things to take place unnoticed by the rest of beta society.

Harrison felt like a stud, winking at Reggie as Carrie pulled him towards the ladies room. She had assumed that he must be an Alpha as he was the first to notice and approach her.

Once inside, he locked the stall door and began groping her and ripping at her clothes like a creepy pervert. She new she needed this, but she was nonetheless scared out of her mind.

Carrie was caught very much by surprise as she came out of that stall. Her face flushed pink, some from the 4 or 5 orgasms she had just had trying to relieve her symptoms, but also from the dangerous stage of heat that she had allowed her body to incline to. She was becoming delirious due to her high blood pressure and fever; on knifes edge, risking her life as she could slip into a coma by morning if the heat went that much longer not treated properly.

She stared at Mr. Trask, her pupils dilated as if she were high as a kite. She was trying to focus on the words coming out of his mouth, but he spoke so fast. She knew he was trying to help. She knew he was an Alpha, but had been too afraid to think of having an Alpha treat her. Now she was desperate enough that it didn’t seem to matter. She knew her life was now in his hands.

"I'm leaving. I'm going to wait 30 seconds at the club entrance, and then I'm gone. If you want my help, you've got that much time to catch up. Otherwise, you're on your own."

His words rang in Carrie’s ears. She knew that she needed his help right away. She felt afraid, afraid she would die if she didn’t.

Carrie stumbled out of the ladies room, the strobe lights blinding and confusing her as she tried to make her way to the exit. The music blared. Her serious condition went unnoticed by the crowd as she just appeared like any other who had had one too many drinks or had just gotten high, bumping into people on her way to the exit. Emily was still at the bar near the entrance and Carrie grabbed her sleeve as she passed her.

“Come on, we have to go. You have to come with me. Please, I’m scared.”

“What happened? Are you OK?” Emily looked at her with deep concern.

“Mr. Trask……He is the only one that can help me now. He is an Alpha. I need an Alpha or…..Please come with me.” She begged.

Not that Emily had a choice as Carrie had a white-knuckled, death grip on her sleeve.

They reached the very impatient looking Mr. Trask near the door. He swished the last of his drink down his throat and set his glass down abruptly on the end of the bar.

Carrie grabbed his arm.

“Please help me. You have to help me…Please! I tried….I…I was going to go….I tried to call. They were closed, and not open again until Monday.”

Emily was wide-eyed as she stared at Mr. Trask. His endowedness was not going unnoticed, as Carrie’s plea for his cock and the stench of her heat showed in the outline of his Alpha meat, which was bulging halfway down his thigh.

Jacob looked at her and shook his head as if annoyed, yet eager to help. It wasn’t every day an Alpha got to experience such a young Omega, in a first heat no less. It would give him enough pleasure to make it worth it the hassle, especially, because he would be getting a two for one special, which he had been overdue for. He would definitely get the fix he needed as well.

“Come with me”, Jacob said sternly, as he placed his hand on the back of Carries neck and led her out the door. Emily dragged along as Carrie was not about to let go of her sleeve.

Jacob walked them quietly and briskly down the sidewalk of the side street cornering Main St., near the club. As they approached a black Mercedes parked along the street, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his keys. He pushed a button. The lights on the car blinked and the car started. Then he opened the back door.

“Get in.” is all he said as he gently pushed Carrie, not letting go of her neck until she was lowering herself into the car. Emily followed. He then got into the drivers seat and pulled away from the curb.

Carrie’s eyes, which had been closed as she was barely conscious, were now fully open and alert.

“OOOOHHHHHH!!” She yelled out, lifting her head off of the pillow and reaching down between her legs. She felt the huge, veined member with her small hands. She felt the edges of her labia, stretched white around it. “Oh my God, it hurts!” She screamed eyes wide.

Emily looked in horror, her eyes watering with concern for her friend.

Jacob paused after the first third of his cock was inside, allowing Carrie’s skin to stretch and adjust to its girth. He normally wouldn’t give a shit, as the woman he usually fucked to satisfy his Alpha needs had well used pussies, and most had been too high to even realize what was happening to them anyway. But knowing this girl and her parents, and knowing how inexperienced she was made the ‘man’ inside be cautious. There was something about this one that made him feel he should take better care, to make sure she ended up OK. You would never know it by the way he spoke to her and about her, but he wasn’t about to show that other side to any Omega.

When Carrie’s moaning subsided and Emily didn’t have to hold her shoulders down on the bed, Jacob eased a couple more inches inside. Her ample supply of juices provided more than enough lubrication, although the fit was so tight, that Emily needed to continue supporting his cock, keeping it straight so that it wouldn’t bend.

“Oooohhhhh” Carrie moaned again, but not as loud. She seemed to be somewhat more adjusted with the fit. Jacob took hold of the back of Carrie’s thighs, pushing them back firmly toward her chest. He pulled his cock out 3-4 inches and then slowly pressed 5 back in, slowly, in and out, in and out, while Emily supported him, her eyes glued to his massive shaft. Realizing that her friend’s pussy was accommodating him, although barely, her mind eased and she watched with a little more admiration, her own pussy now making a heavy wet spot of its own through her clothing. She wriggled on the bed, feeling a little weirdly jealous of her friend.

Jacob grunted as he increased the speed of his strokes slightly. It seemed painfully tight for him as well in the beginning. Carrie’s labia had prepared themselves in the earlier stages of her heat, engorging with blood and increasing in size as other parts of her body had. It was pushing the limits of small, almost virgin pussy, but it was not impossible to achieve. He began thrusting a little faster, adding a little more depth with each few strokes. With a little more time, Carries moans began sounding a bit more that of pleasure and Emily no longer needed to support Jacobs cock for him.

Emily continued gawking longingly at Jacobs cock, now sliding ¾ of its length in and out of her friend’s pussy. She couldn’t believe how much of it she had already taken …..8 inches! Jacob took notice of her watching. It turned him on even more having this young little slut as such an eager audience. Wanting to take advantage, as it had been too long since his last threesome/foursome, he ordered Emily to remove her clothes and lay next to her friend. Emily quickly obliged him, being driven by her own extreme horniness. Her heart raced as she nervously lay down naked alongside her also naked friend and then looked to him, waiting for his next command. He then ordered her to turn on her side and squeeze Carries breast and suck her nipple while he watched. She obliged, as she was too nervous to disobey, but at the same time turned on by his request, as she did have a small amount of secret bi-curiosity. Seeing this added stimulation before him caused Jacob to moan and grunt a little more, especially because every time Emily sucked, Carries pussy would respond…….milking his cock and squeezing out more of her juice around it. Jacob then instructed Emily to hold her upper facing leg up in the air, from behind her knee so that he could access her sodden pussy as well. He inserted two fingers between Emily’s folds, sinking them as far as they would go as he continued fitting more and more of his cock deep into Carries. He was beginning to run short on space now, feeling his large glans ramming firmly into Carries cervix. He had only 2 inches more to work in, but these same 2 inches where also 2 inches wider in girth as they contained his Alpha, animalistic knot.

Carrie moaned as this deep, hard fucking by an Alpha cock was just the treatment her body needed to cure the serious symptoms afflicting her.

“Ooohh, yes! Ooohh yes, fuck me!” she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Just take some slow, deep breaths and try to relax to it. It will help you open up easier," Jacob instructed impatiently. He wanted to cum, but needed to get all the way in so that his knot could well.

Carrie, half delirious, tried to take his advice breathing deeply and moaning. The pain was not constant. It came in waves as her cervix opened, allowing him deeper access each time. Between the waves of pain, she felt the most indescribable sensations of erotic pleasure that she, nor 90% of women in general had ever felt. Deep, orgasmic pleasure on a level all its own. Full body orgasms rocketed through her body, occupying every inch of her flesh, bone and skin. Eyes closed she shuttered with each orgasm. And each orgasm welcomed more and more of Jacobs cock into her.

As unusual an occurrence as it was, Carrie looked beautiful as she lie there experiencing it at such a young and innocent age. Her shiny, red hair splayed out on the pillow around her head. Her flushed pink skin looked so healthy and radiant. It was apparent that these deep, full body orgasms were bringing healing to her. Emily studied her friend, watching how her body responded. She pinched and rolled Carries thickened nipples, helping her to open more.

Meanwhile, Jacob worked his cock deeper and deeper. He continued finger fucking Emily's tight cunt, a couple times scooping up extra juice from Carries and smearing it on Emily's. His two middle fingers worked fast making loud, slurpy sounds as they thrust in and out of her, pounding upwards against her g-spot. His goal was to make the little slut squirt all over him and Carrie when he reached climax. Emily began sighing and squealing as her orgasm began to build.

Carrie moaned and sighed and cried out for more. Her body gave way, her cervix finally opening enough, and with the next thrust Jacobs balls encountered her taint. He was ready to cum. Emily was ready to cum. Carrie had already cum multiple times but was ready to cum yet again.

Moans, cries, grunts and the stench of sex filled the room.

The minutes ticked by slowly as Carrie squirmed in a great bit of discomfort from the pressure of Jacobs cock, but there was no backing away. Even if she could, she would just drag Jacob further back onto the bed with her as his knot had swollen, ever so tightly stretching the Omegas young sex and locking them together. She had to wait for it to return to its normal shape and size before she could be released.

Emily watched closely. She had never seen such a sight, even in the BDSM porn vids she had viewed online. After close to 15 long minutes, the Alphas cock released as the knotted portion began to return to normal. With its release came a sizable flood of white and clear fluids, a mixture of their cum pouring out over Jacobs balls and saturating the bedspread, expelling Jacobs shaft the rest of the way out. It landed with a splat in the puddle, reddened and now halfway limp again, which was still huge compared to the average man.

Jacob looked down and investigated his mess and his freshly fucked Omega. As an Alpha male his senses were very strong and keen, especially after mating. What was a mild scent of sex in the air in Emily's nostrils was an irresistible delight to the this Alpha. He couldn't resist his instinct to savor it and immediately lowered his face into the females sore, red vagina, gently, yet quickly lapping up the mix of fluids that had spilled. He kept his eyes fixed on Emily as if he were a dog eating a bone; like she may actually try to take it from him. Emily couldn't believe what she was seeing! She had heard of guys that liked eating creampie, but this was ridiculous! Carrie breathed deep slow breaths of relief as Jacob soothed her. He didn't let up until every drop was fully consumed by him and Carries tender flesh licked completely clean. She felt like she had been through a triathlon, untrained. She was exhausted and glad it was over, her body already showing signs of healing as her curvy shape slowly began reducing back to a more normal looking state, although it would take a couple days to fully return to normal.

Jacob raised his glazed face from between Carries thighs, wiping it with the edges of the bedspread. "I should fuck you good too" he barked at Emily. "Just for being here." Emily's eyes grew wide with fright and she scrambled back against the headboard. "Don't worry, I'm not going to, not this time. But don't stick around the next time or I WILL take you too." Emily just stared at him, nodding her head.

"Now help her get dressed." Jacob ordered, pointing to their pile of clothes next to the bed. He went in the bathroom and showered while Emily helped Carrie dress. After dressing himself, he left $200 extra on the dresser to cover the cost of the bedding and tip the maid who had to deal with it. He then escorted his two barely legal companions quickly out the back of the hotel to his car. He dropped them off on a side street a block from Emily's house, feeling that it would be close enough to make sure they arrived safely without being spotted himself, although it was nearly 2 am so the streets were pretty quiet anyway.

Carrie climbed into Emilys' sisters bed, exhausted from the last couple days of heat induced illness and the severe, animalistic fucking she had just endured. Emily brought her some water and a couple pills for her pain. She was so glad that she had the weekend to rest from her ordeal.

Emily awoke again to the sound of Carrie moaning and thrashing about. Her eyes burned with lack of sleep as she tried to focus on her clock, 4:20 am. She got up and dragged her feet to her bathroom to retrieve another 1,500 mg of ibuprophen for her friend, grabbing the heating pad from the closet on the way. Upon reaching the side of her sisters bed where Carrie lay she pulled the blankets back to assist with situating the heating pad.

"Oh my God, Carrie, you're soaked." Emily exclaimed, noticing the rather large wet spot of musky smelling cooz that had leaked from her friends swollen pussy, soaking her panties, the back of her t-shirt, and the sheets. "Come on,"she continued, "I'll run a bath for you. Maybe the warm water will be soothing too."

Carrie lay there, too uncomfortable to move on her own while Emily returned to the bathroom to run the bath. The light was bright and burning Emily's eyes worse than the lack of sleep. She looked around, remembering that she had a few candles about and lit them, placing a couple on the sides of the tub and one on the vanity. She then switched the light back off. Much better, she thought to herself. She went and retrieved Carrie, putting her arm around her waist and walking her to the bathroom. "I'll help you." Emily assured her friend as the entered the bathroom. "Hold on right here." Emily instructed as she placed Carries hand on the towel bar near the tub. Carrie shivered a little as she was chilled from being wet and standing barefoot on the cold tile floor. Emily slowly lifted Carries shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor, leaving Carrie in only her wet panties clinging to the form of her puffy lips and monds. Her small brownish areollas contracted tightly, forcing the flesh of her nipples to reveal her chilled state in the candle-lite. She shivered and held tight to the towel bar, her tired blue eyes gazing trustingly at her friend.

"OK, Let's get these off." Emily knelt down and placed her fingertips into top edge of Carries panties near her hips, pulling them downward. "Wow, there's still so much cum." she continues as the panties fall to the tile with a splat, another large strand dangling from between Carries very pink lips. She retrieves a handful of toilet paper and gently wipes her friends pussy, gathering the musky cream and tossing it away. She then helps Carrie into the tub, supporting her as she lowers herself into the warm, lavender scented bubbles. There is an immediate wave of relief that comes over Carries face as the warmth envelopes her sore parts. She relaxes back on the bath pillow that Emily has placed for her.

Emily offers the pain meds, placing them on her friends tongue and assists with a glass of water. She then begins pouring water slowly over Carries hair with a cup. After shampooing, she follows with more water to rinse. Carries eyes remain closed as Emily assists. Emily can't help herself from feeling aroused by the sight of her friend in the candlelit bath. Her bi-curiousity begins getting the best of her. She studies the way the streams of water and bubbles flow around Carries nipples and how they begin to soften in the warmth of the water. She secretly wishes that she could climb in behind her friend, and have her lay back against her own naked skin, but she's not sure how Carrie would react and decides to keep that fantasy to herself. Instead she begins soaking the washcloth with water and squeezing it over Carries parts over and over, watching, thinking, secretly fantasizing. She washes Carrie gently, appreciating the opportunity it provides to touch all of her friends parts. Carrie, relaxed and soothed by her friends gentle caresses remains still and with eyes closed. Emily, lost in her fantasy world continues caressing.....soothing. She slowly drags the warm cloth up the inside of Carries thigh and smiles to herself when her friend lets her legs fall apart and relaxed against the sides of the tub. She squeezes and dribbles more warm water from the cloth onto Carries mons. The droplets push the bubbles on the surface of the water aside, giving Emily a clear view of her friends pussy through the ripples. She stares at it, glad that Carries eyes are still closed. The soothing feeling was all that Carrie cared about at the moment. Emily took advantage, again dragging the cloth up her friends inner thigh, but this time continuing along Carries bare, tender pussy. When again her friend doesn't react, she repeats the action, this time allowing her fingertips to extend past the cloth and graze her friends soft labia. Emily feels her own pussy contract and dampen with the excitement of the exploration. After several more gentle traces up Carries soft lips with her fingertips, Emily decides that she is just torturing herself. The water is also beginning to cool.

"Ok, Lets get you out of here and back to bed." Emily says, stirring her friend and assisting her with a towel. She helps to pat Carrie dry and pull a clean t-shirt over her head. They are both so exhausted, but at least Carrie appears to be much more comfortable. She leads Carrie to her own bed as the other is still wet. "Here, get in, you can sleep with me." She lets Carrie settle in first on her side with the heating pad on her belly, then Emily climbs in behind her. Spooning her friend, she wraps her arm around her, supporting her heating pad for her. They both fall quickly back to sleep, Carrie feeling ever so grateful for such a wonderful and caring friend.

It had been over a week since Carries traumatic first heat. It was a good thing that she had had the weekend at Emily's to get through the worst of her recovery. Even though a females body, especially an Omegas was made to endure such an experience, it was pretty rough on the young girl. Not only physically, as she was so inexperienced sexually prior to the heat, but emotionally as well. Coming from the sheltered existence of her protected home and then being thrown headfirst into this underground world of alphas and omegas and sexual heats was a lot for Carrie to wrap her head around. Her body healed quickly as would be expected. Her curves were reduced back to their normal size, and her pussy was shrinking back to nearly normal. Well, normal for a girl who's been fucked senseless by a very large cock, or has given birth to a small baby. Nothing that regular exercise and kegels wouldn't fix.

The worst was definitely over....the first heat and the first good hard yet painful fucking by an Alpha male. But this first encounter also stirs something deep within Carrie. A new hunger. A lust for more. More... that only an Alpha male can provide for her. This is usually what happens when a new Omegas first encounter is with an experienced Alpha instead of a mechanical simulator at a clinic. They yearn for no less than the real thing, a hard, pulsating Alpha cock.

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Back at school Carrie and Emily were nearly inseparable. With the big secret between them, they seemed to block everything and everyone else out. Emily had been there with her friend, witnessed and even participated in what had happened that night, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Neither could Carrie.

They had so many questions. The whole rest of that week they spent hours on Emily's computer after school researching Alphas/Omegas and viewing porn online. Any Alpha-like video they could find they watched, mostly in the BDSM categories. Carrie stared intently at every one, her pussy swelling and growing wetter by the minute. In all of the examples they viewed, it appeared as though the Alpha's cock only grew to the real enormous size when with an Omega was in heat, triggered by the pheromones given off by the Omega. Other than that, the Alphas cock still appeared a lot larger than the average man, with the knot just not as pronounced.


Emily was weirdly jealous of her friend. Most girls thought of it more as a curse. Oddly though, Carrie seemed to anticipate the next heat with an actual eagerness.

"Do you think I have to wait til my heat comes back again to fuck Mr. Trask?" Carrie blurts out, while one of the videos played. "Do you think he'd fuck me even if I wasn't in heat?"

With a stunned look on her face, Emily replies. "Are you seriously just asking me that after what you just went through last weekend?"

"Ya, well I'm better now. And I don't know why, but I kinda wanna do it again. I don't think it would be as bad next time. I can't help it. Looking at these vids is making me crazy! I'm so fucking horny now. It's like all I'm thinking about. It is kinda cool though, don't you think? Mr. Trask is like what, 30 something? And he's so fucking hot! And he drives that cool car and dresses and smells so good."

Emily laughs. "Yes! He is fucking hot! I kinda wish I was an Omega too. Hey! It IS Friday! Do you think he is at that club again tonight? Maybe he would! Not sure if he'd let me go again, but that's OK. I would just expect to hear every detail as soon as you got back! I don't care how tired you are."

"I don't know, maybe. You wanna go? Lets!" Carries eyes sparkle and her pussy tingles even more, just at the thought of being near her secret, older, Alpha lover again.

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An hour later, their bouncer friend is letting them slip into the club yet again. They stand close together, their eyes scanning all the faces looking for Mr Trask.

Just when they are about to give up, Emily spots him. "Wait, look...he's way over there! Oh shit, it looks like he's with someone. He's talking to that blonde."