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Thursday night was Zit Club night. An exclusive club with just two . Miley and Grace had been friends since Middle School, but it wasn’t until their sophomore year at High School, that Zit Club was formed.

That was two years ago, both girls had now just turned 18, and were about to graduate, but their shared affliction showed no signs of abating.

Two years since the first horrific spots of acne had appeared. Two long years of trying every cream, powder, pill, whacky diet and weird potion they could find, in the hope of ending their torment, and avoiding forever being disfigured by pot marked acne scars. They’d even resorted to praying, and to several different deities, but all to no avail.

Life was just so unfair, and to make matters worse, they had both been given braces by the dentist too. It was like the world wanted them to died old virgin spinsters. Affliction aside, they were actually two good looking girls, both pretty, slim, brunettes, Miley with perky B-cup breasts and Grace a head taller with large D-cups. But they were clearly cursed. Even much uglier, fatter girls at their High School had boyfriends, and were having sex. It was all so utterly unfair.

Zit Club met in Grace’s bedroom after school. They used to alternate between their houses, but since Miley’s mum had divorced her dad, and Drake the douchebag had moved in, they now always met at Grace’s.

And always the same routine. Recording the damage on each other’s face in their Zit Club journal, and making notes against whatever latest miracle cure they were trying out.

This week, Miley’s skin was clear, which was not unheard of, as each girl occasionally recorded a blessed week of relief. But Grace had a mortifying zinger, like a white pusy Mount Vesuvius, right in the middle of her left cheek. To pop, or not to pop, that was always the hotly debated question, followed by discussion of any new potions they could try, or combinations of old ones they could try again. It was just all too hideous. Would their torment ever end?

The following week, Grace had the inevitable scare and several smaller new zits around her chin. But Miley’s skin was still clear, which was a Zit Club record for sure.

When Miley was still blemish free for an unbelievable third week running, Grace was becoming positively suspicious.

“Are you holding out on some new treatment you’ve found, girlfriend? Grace asked directly. Miley looked positively sheepish. “Well…” she said eventually, “…you know Drake works at that pharmaceutical lab… he kinda gave me an experimental cream to try… but it’s top secret, he said I couldn’t tell anyone.”

Grace was incredulous. Drake was Zit Club public enemy number one. “Drake” she said. “Drake the douchebag. The person you hate most in the universe.” Miley looked painfully embarrassed. “I know” she pleaded. “But look, it might actually work. And I was going to ask for more, so you could try it too. I swear.”

Six months earlier, Miley’s mother had suddenly kicked her dad out of the house and filed for divorce, totally out of the blue, only for Drake to move in the very next day. Miley hated him, and christened him Drake the douchebag. She had had a good relationship with her dad. He was funny and sympathetic, athletic and good looking. She couldn’t understand what her mum could possibly see in the douchebag. He was an overweight slob, and he gave Miley the creeps.

To make matters worse, her mum had taken to using a disgusting smelling perfume the douchebag had given her, and dressing like a slut around the house. Honestly, he worked at a pharma lab, you’d have thought he could have come up with a better scent. And the way her mum fawned over him like some braindead bimbo, it made Miley want to puke.

“You know he’s only offering you the cream to try and win you over” Grace told her friend. “I know” sighed Miley defeatedly. “So what? Now he’s ok and he’s helping us?” Grace persisted. “No” said Miley. “He’s still a douchebag, and will always be a douchebag. But maybe a useful douchebag?”

So, Zit Club’s ‘Operation exploit the douchebag’ was born, and Miley got more of the experimental cream from Drake.

The cream itself was silky smooth, if a little wet, with an almost pinkish hue, but seemed to melt reassuringly into the soft skin of the cheek.

For Grace, like Miley, the eruptions ceased. They counted off the days of clear skin, then the weeks and finally the months, by which time the zits had not just gone, the acne scaring had too. In fact, their skin positively glowed with a healthy radiance.

Then a true miracle occurred. Boys started to notice them and ask them out. Before long they both had boyfriends.

With hindsight, that was the peak of the cream’s work. Miley was the first to discover a new small spot, then another and another. Three weeks later Grace was starting to breakout again too.

The girls were besides themselves. Miley told Grace she was pleading with Drake for a stronger dose, but the douchebag had said it wasn’t possible. Maybe it was just that the experimental cream couldn’t maintain a lasting effect.

In which case, they were screwed. They couldn’t keep finding excuses not to let their boyfriends see them. Their new lives were being snatched away, just as they had been starting.

“We need to do something. Drake can’t help” Miley said, at an emergency meeting of Zit Club. “Can’t or won’t” Grace asked bitterly. “And what’s that bad smell?” she added, sniffing about like a bloodhound.

“It’s not Drake’s fault. He’s just trying to help. He’s mostly ok really” Miley defended her stepdad. “You’ve changed your tune” Grace accused her. “God it’s you” she added sniffing at Miley.

“Oh yeah, mum lent me some of her perfume” Miley explained. “Jesus, the douchebag’s scent, you’re right it is really bad” Grace said. “Don’t be so harsh” Miley replied, “and anyway it’s not so bad really when you get used to it. Here.” She sprayed Grace’s wrists. But the scent really was bad. It made Grace’s head spin, and not in a good way.

They recorded their re-emerging spots, and Zit Club broke up without resolving anything. Feeling helpless Grace went to bed, but the bad perfume made it hard to get to sleep for a long time. When she woke in the morning, Grace knew the scent must still be on her, but she couldn’t smell it now. Instead, she just felt really, really horny.

The air at Zit Club was thick with the scent Miley was still wearing the following week. She had been right though, Grace thought, it wasn’t so bad really, actually quite nice.

However, Grace was more concerned about how Miley’s skin looked so good again. “Just a lucky week” Miley insisted. “But Daddy, I mean Drake, is doing everything he can to help us.”

Zit Club ended early because of the ime. Grace didn’t care. She was feeling stupidly horny and just needed to go and play with herself.

When Miley was a no show for Zit Club the next week, Grace knew what was going on for sure. Someone had seen Miley out earlier that week with her boyfriend, which could only mean her skin was still clear. The little bitch had found a solution and was holding out on her.

Grace wasn’t going to stand for that. She marched round to Miley’s house and banged on the door.

Miley’s mum was delighted to see Grace again after so long, and told her Miley was in her room upstairs, and just to go on up. Grace apologised if she was disturbing her, because Miley’s mum had answered the door wearing lingerie with a thin kimono thrown over the top. “Oh no dear” she reassured Grace, “I was just doing some housework.”

Grace was too focused on Miley’s betrayal to worry about her mum’s weird cleaning routines. And anyway, the house smelled divine as she stomped up the stairs, starting to feel hot and flushed.

Nonetheless, suspicious slurping sounds did cause her to pause just before reaching the ajar door into Miley’s room. Acting more cautiously now, Grace quietly peered around the edge of the door. Her eyes widened at the sight within. Not out of shock she realised, but out of the horniness it stirred in her.

Inside, Miley was on her knees sucking Drake’s cock. She was actually blowing the douchebag! And Grace realised, she had just caught them at the moment of climax. “Ready for my zit-curing cum baby?” she heard him say. “Yes please Daddy, I need it so bad” Miley moaned.

To Grace’s surprise, Miley turned her face so that Daddy’s hot load covered her cheek, with only his final rope of cum splashing across her braces and teeth. Miley immediately began rubbing the sticky mess into her skin like a face cream. “Thank you Daddy, it makes my skin so clear and healthy” Miley said.

“Perhaps your friend would like to get her zit medicine now too” Drake said, turning to look directly at Grace hovering just beyond the crack in the door. Grace stepped into the room, no longer able to hide, nervously biting her lip in a confused state of disgust mixed with lust.

The heady aroma of Drake’s scent was overwhelmingly powerful inside the room, making Grace’s head swim widely. It was all so confusing. She wanted to scream at Miley that she was meant to hate the douchebag, not calling him Daddy and sucking his cock. But Grace also wanted spot free, unpockmarked, radiant skin like they had both fleetingly enjoyed, and Miley was benefiting from once more. Grace looked at Miley with desperate, confused, pleading eyes.

“It’s ok Grace” Miley tried to reassure her, seeing her friend’s wordless torment. “Daddy was just trying to help all along. He wasn’t to know the cream would only work temporarily. But now he’s figured it out, we can both get healthy skin back again for good.”

“Come, us” Drake said, in a surprisingly firm voice, which echoed in Grace’s spinning head, more like a commend than a request. Grace realised that she’d never really noticed how authoritative and good-looking Miley’s step-dad really was, as she walked towards them, and knelt down alongside Miley, enjoying the powerful scent.

Her friend held up Drake’s flaccid dick, so Grace could take it between her lips, his hand coming to rest reassuringly on the top of her head, as she sucked it back to rigid life. “Mumm… good girl” he said as she too turned to take his second load of zit busting cum across her own check. Grace was sure she could feel her skin beginning to glow as soon as she started to rub it into her face.

“Thank you Drake” she said happily. “Call me Daddy” he told her. “Yes Daddy” she replied obediently. They were so lucky to have him in their lives.

A couple of months later, Zit Club suffered a further set back, when the oral treatments started to become less effective too.

Fortunately, this time, their cleaver Daddy quickly found a solution, and the new direct injections into their pussies proved a permanent fix.

By now, Daddy had also started filming the girls as they received their zit medicine injections. It was important to document his scientific breakthrough after all.

As Grace lay there, handsome Daddy Drake’s hard cock pulsing deep in her pussy, delivering its miraculous cream inside her, she glanced over at the already well fucked Miley. Her bestie had sat back up, drips of white spunk leaking from her cunt, as one finger idly flicked her clitty, while her other hand squeezed one of her recently acquired big breast implants.

Grace felt a pang of jealousy. Not just because Grace had always been bigger than Miley, but also because her step-dad had paid for her new tits of course.

Radiant clear skin refreshed, Daddy’s cock pulled out of her, and Grace too began mindlessly playing with herself, covering two probing fingers in sticky cum in the process. As she wondered what she could do to get Daddy to buy her a nice pair of big titties as well, her wet fingers idly drifted down to lazily circle her puckered asshole.

Grace was of a taller, larger frame than Miley, she would be able to take an even bigger pair of huge bimbo silicon tits. She interrupted her thoughts with the weird sensation as one, then both her fingers popped inside to stretch her ass. But she quickly smiled to herself. Grace had just had a great idea about how she could persuade Daddy to buy her those implants.

Six months later. Miley & Grace now always met at Miley’s house every Thursday and Friday. Miley’s mum was such a generous host, always sharing her lovely perfume with all the girls, and Daddy was so kind and attentive.

They didn’t need Thursday’s Zit Club themselves anymore of course, but they had become poster girl role models for the next generation of those turning 18 and graduating. So there were three afflicted new girls in Zit Club now, who they were mentoring. All three were currently delighted with the miraculous effects of Drake’s secret laboratory face cream.

By next week, or maybe the week after, the horror of the cream’s waning effectiveness would start to be felt. But Miley and Grace would be there to the new girls transition to Daddy’s oral treatment, and then beyond.

Fridays had become Miley and Grace’s favourite start to their weekend, with Daddy and his friends. Although there were often so many phones taking pictures and videos, that Fridays sometimes felt more like a photography society meeting than a social party gathering. Not that the girls minded, they loved being the centre of attention, along with all the warm sticky skin care cream that came with it.

This Friday evening, half a dozen of Daddy’s latest friends had turned up. Miley’s mum had served them all beers, in a sexy black maid’s outfit, with her large natural breasts hanging out. She was now sitting on the sofa between two of the waiting men, legs apart, with the neck of an empty beer bottle in her cunt, using it like a dildo, as the little audience cheered her on.

“I’m cuming” Miley’s mum cried, as her orgasm squirted out around the hard bottle still inside her, to a smattering of horny applause. Her climax was the queue for Daddy to parade Miley and Grace into the room, on leads attached to pink collars around their necks which both read ‘Daddy’s Girl’. The ripple of applause continued as the men eyed up the two outstanding bimbo beauties in their matching translucent pink teddies, perfectly showing off their huge silicone tits and phat fuckable asses.

With Daddy’s friends already practically drawling at the sight of Miley and Grace, the horny girls greedily surveyed the array of delicious erect cocks now waiting for them.

Yes, Friday nights were their favourite nights. Friday night was Slut Club night.