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  • The Loop – part 30

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    The sister’s mom and landscaped come in and join the party.

    “Oh Deigo, I can’t wait to have your big Latin dick in me.” They stopped at the island. “I need it so badly. You make me into such a slut. So needy for that dick. The way you fuck my MILF hole.” They stopped on the far side of the island. Alex peeked over the marble top.

    An older woman with raven black hair in a golden sundress was pulling the guy’s dick free. Alex saw she was more than correct in calling herself a MILF. From her looks she must have been Sofie’s mom. Not just the dark hair but the face looked just like her daughter. The biggest difference was she was a few inches taller and her makeup was more classic then the emo look Sofie had.

    “I need this in me so bad. Feel how wet I am,” she said, taking Deigo’s hand and placing it between her legs. Her hands pulled up the hem of her sundress so it rested on her hips. “Yes, oh fuck yes. Use those rough hands on me.” Her own moaning covered the moaning from the living room. She stoked the free cock as he started driving her crazy. “Take me upstairs. I want to fuck you on my marriage bed.” She started to walk to the stairs, holding onto his hard cock. “What the fuck is that noise?”

    She rounded the corner to see the sight of her two daughters and housekeeper in the living room naked, bound and moaning. “What the fuck is going on,” she called out. The three naked sluts all turned to see their mom and boss standing there. The sight was unreal as her mouth was dropped open as her dress was pulled up exposing herself. She released Diego’s cock and dropped to her knees. “Where did I go wrong,” she questioned?

    That is when Alex came up around her. “I don’t think you did anything wrong with them.” Before she could respond, he caught her mouth open and pushed his dick into it. It was a gamble on his part. Would she bite down on his manhood, but it was a split second before she broke and started sucking. “Like mother, like daughter. A house full of sluts. All needy for dick. Just like your two daughters, mommy,” Alex said. “A good little cocksucker.” He paused and let his gaze move from her MILF sucking him to Diego. His face in shock as his hand stroked himself. “One thing you can show your slutty daughters. Show them how to please two dicks. Diego, give her yours.”

    Diego stepped in front of her and she saw the second dick. The one she was begging to fuck her a few moments ago. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and she started jerking him as her mouth pleased Alex.

    “Mom, you’re a cock hungry whore. Look at her take those two cocks Sage.” Sage moaned in her gag as she watched her stepmom suck off two guys. Watching her mouth suck on one just to switch to the other.

    “Look at her go. Your mom really knows how to slobber over a cock,” Alex said watching her sucking deeply in Diego’s dick as her hand still jerked his. “Look at her go. See how she multi-tasks. Sucking him and still stroking me. You little sluts should take notes. You have a pro here.” Her mouth moved back to his cock. “Oh fuck, your mouth is so warm and wet.”

    The saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. Letting Alex thrust his big white dick into her horny hole. He pulled it back and slapped it along her cheek. Diego joined in the action as he beat her other cheek. Both cock heads at her plump lips. Licking them both.

    “I love these cocks,” she said as her mouth was free from both rods. “And I want to love these balls.” First diving down to take Diego’s. Sucking them, one at a time and then taking both of them. His hands took her head.

    “Oh, mierda. Mierda,” he groaned as she sucked on both of them. He pulled back to feed her his fat brown dick. “We te jodan, perra. More you slut,” his broken English coming through. Her tongue licked along the shaft before she took him in once again.

    Alex waited his turn as she was really into sucking on his brown trouser snake. The hand that was stroking him moved to her pussy and she started fingering herself. Alex looked over to the three bound toys and they were all watching the show. Sage moans deep into her gag as she keeps the wand pressed to her love mound. Sofie’s hips pushed her strap into Esther but both were distracted by the show.

    She pulled her mouth off of Diego to switch back to Alex but she felt all the eyes on her. She looked at the bound girls and smiled. “I’m showing you little sluts how a pro takes two dicks. Look how big and fat their cocks are,” both hands wrapped around a dick and stroking it. “Look how full their sacks are. Just wait until I make them blow.” Her mouth then moved back to Alex and took his dick back into her mouth.

    “Your mom really knows how to use her mouth. You two cock suckers are not bad at all but she knows how to keep my dick pleased.” The younger girls looked up at him with yearning in their eyes. Wanting to prove they can do that too. Esther smiled, as she knew her skills were top notch.

    Alex looked over to Diego and motioned him to lift her off her knees. He didn’t understand at first until Alex made a circle with his left hand and pushed his fingers into it. He nodded and smiled. His rough hands moved his boss from her knees to standing bent over. His fat spanish dick pushed past her ass cheeks and into her warm wet hole. She let out a groan of pleasure as he penetrated her. Alex’s dick slipped free of her mouth.

    “Yes, yes fuck this MILF cunt. Fuck it good,” she begged before she took Alex back into her mouth. Alex stood there. Letting Diego do all the work. Pushing her mouth onto his dick deeper.

    “Fuck mom,” Sofie barked. “Just look at you getting spitroasted like there is nothing to it. I want that,” she ended in a soft voice.

    Alex smiled to himself as he heard Sofie’s confession. He knew he could make that happen. But he wanted to make sure everyone was involved. “Is that so Sofie? We can do that for you.” Sofie’s face started to turn red as Alex spoke to her. “Don’t worry. We will all take turns running a train on you,” he finished with a smile.

    Alex pulled Sofie’s mom’s mouth off his cock and pushed it down into Sage’s pussy. “I want you to lick her to orgasm. Show her how a MILF whore does it.” Even before Alex spoke the words her tongue was licking at her stepdaughter’s wet cunt. Instantaneous Sage’s moans turned. Turned from the low consistent moan to a ragged begging for moan.

    Alex worked his way around the ottoman to where Sofie was fucking Esther with her strap on. “Time to take you out of this bondage,” he said to Esther. “Once I do you two can swap the strap and you can fuck Sofie’s sweet hole,” he told her as he pulled the rope free on her right side. As he started the left she spoke back.

    “Oh I got a better strap for this sexy thing,” she commented to Alex. Her head turned to Sofie and she said,”come on fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum.” As her hands came free she drew Sofie in further. Wrapping her legs around the ravened hair beauty.

    Alex fingers worked along the ripples along Esther’s skin. How the rope marks were intended in her skin now. How easy it was to morph her. His smile was growing as he headed back to Sage to untie her.

    Sofie was getting turned by the older woman and how much she was enjoying being fucked by her. Looking down into the woman’s eyes she saw how close she was. She was so disappointed that her hands were pinned. She knew she could do better if they were free. “Make me take it,” Esther yelled. “Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god. Yes, just like that. Don’t stop. Just like that. Right fucking there.” Those were her final words before her body started shaking from her orgasm.

    Alex looked up from removing the rope from Sage’s body. Sofie’s mom moved back to sucking Alex as he was in the way of her honey patch. “Diego, take her to the couch and have her ride you there.” A muffle of disappointment came from her but no fight. Alex finished unwrapping Sage and fingered her needy pussy. She too was disappointed being so close to orgasm from her stepmom’s mouth but his strong hands coaxed her to the edge so quickly. Then it came.

    Within the few minutes it took to unwrap her Alex saw that Sofie was bent over the arm of the couch and had Esther pounding away into her. The strap that Sofie was using was laying on the ottoman. As he drew his fingers away from Sage he said,”put the strap on and find a hole to fuck.” She looked over to where he was pointing and nodded.

    “I need a minute or two,” she said in a used voice. Her arms wrapped around her body.

    Alex headed to Sofie. He promised to spitroast her and Esther already had the back end set. Her head was down as groaned at Esther and her big black dildo rammed in and out. “Oh my god, yes,” she screamed as Esther holding her hips worked the massive plastic dick into her tight hole. “It’s so fucking big.” She gasped. That is when Alex grabbed a hair full of hair and pulled her head up. Her mouth was open in a gasp so he filled it.

    Both ends now plugged with two big dicks, one real and one fake, and her ass still plugged. “There you go. Spitroasted by two big cocks. Your dream come true. Now how long before we make you cum or you black out from the pleasure.” Her eyes tried to look up at him but she only saw his chest. “Your training starts now slut.” Alex held her head and started thrusting his dick down her throat. He quickly picked up on Esther’s rhythm. Mimicking hers but opposite. When she pushed in, he pulled out and when she pulled out, he pushed in. Making sure one of her holes was always full. Well besides her ass. Esther picked up on this and laughed a deep throaty laugh. She put her hands up as she wanted to high five him so he followed along. Their hands met and she intertwined her fingers in his. Looking into each other eyes they fell as they fucked this helpless slut below them.

    Alex looked over Esther’s shoulder to find Sage strapping up. She was pulling the harness straps tight and then she moved behind her stepmother. She pressed the tip to the MILF’s ass check and pushed. A scream of terror escaped the older woman. That was only for a second. In the next second she was screaming how good it was. How she loved having those holes filled. How she was nothing but a little fucktoy.

    Seeing a mother and her true daughter being ravaged by a real and fake cock was so exciting. How they each took their cocks. Their moans and cries of enjoyment. How they both knew their places as a fucktoy for the cocks.

    Esther pulled Sofie back with her as she sat down on the couch. Before she let the emo chick sit she removed the plug in her ass. Then she had the girl lower her ass onto the big dildo. She let out a yell of pain as the thick member pushed open her backdoor. Alex was facing Sofie. “Come on. Take her fat dick in your hole. Let it slide on in you. You know it is what your body needs. What it wants.” Her cries started to turn into groans. “That’s it. Be a good fucktoy.”

    “Oh god, that dick in my ass,” she moaned and groaned. “That feels so good. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Yes, yes, use my hole.” She started riding the dick as it kept fucking her. Her large tits bouncing at her motion. Her hands moved to caress them. “Can you fuck my pussy,” she begged to Alex. The dark eyes glazed over and filled with lust. “Please give it to me.”

    Alex cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t worry slut. I have something to fill up that hole.” He kissed her on the lips and then pulled back. Reaching over to his right he grabbed Sage by the neck. Holding her like this, he was able to pull her away from fucking her stepmom. He moved her to her stepsister and said,” there is your next hole to fuck.” Sage smiled up at him with a wicked grin. She wasted no time, plunging her strapon into her sister’s waiting pussy.

    Alex moved back to their mom. He pulled her from Diego’s dick. “Turn around whore. Stick his big Latin dick in your ass so I can stretch open at naughty pussy.” She moved slowly, on wobbly legs. Diego let his body move down the couch so his ass was hanging over the edge of the couch. Once in position, she lowers herself down to his hard cock as he raises his hips into her. She let out a groan of pleasure as her hole was filled up again. “Oh Jesus,” she screamed. Her eyes rolled back in a blank stare as her mouth hung open.

    Alex watched over them for a moment before he moved her body slightly. Opening her legs wide. He slowly fed his dick into her waiting pussy. She was covered in her own juices that let his member slide in easily. Giving her inch by inch until she was filled up completely. Then Alex started fucking her. Letting his cock drive deeper and deeper.

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she screamed. “Use my holes. Give me those big dicks. I’m so close. So close now.” Alex grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up to his. Diego’s hand laced through the body parts to find her wet mound.

    “That a girl. Give it to us. Show us what a slut you are,” Alex growled.

    “I’m a slut, I’m a slut,” she screamed out. “Please let me cum.”

    As she begged, Alex filled her mouth with his fingers. “Beg some more now slut.” Her eyes stared up at him. He saw the need in them. How much she was trying to hold back, but she was tipping over the edge and there would be no way back. As she tried to speak, his words cut her off. “Cum for us you dirty whore.”

    You could see the relief wash over her as her body let down the barrier. Her orgasm came quick and heavy. Her body shook under Alex. It was a magical sight. He wanted to make sure her daughters saw her at her sexiest. He looked over to find the two sisters in a passion kiss. It was not one of a deep carnal need but one of an after orgasm bliss. “Sage, Sofie,” he called out. “Look at you slut if a mother cum for two cocks.” They turned their heads still in mid kiss to watch their mother in the middle of her earth shattering orgasm. The smile on their faces grew.

    For the rest of the afternoon the dicks, real and fake, made the four women cum over and over. Sometimes during the afternoon Diego blew his load into Sofie’s fertile pussy. His growl in Spanish told of his upcoming orgasm but Sofie was so in heat she didn’t understand. He pulled out and her pussy dripped his seed. His warm white thick creamy seed. Her mother was there to make sure none was wasted.

    Diego dropped his second load about a half an hour later. His dick was in Esther’s thick ass. Pounding away until he stopped and growled again. Sofie’s mother pulled him out of her housekeeper and took his hard manhood into her mouth. Letting him squirt his load there. Esther turned and barked that was hers. Sofie’s mom was greedy but liked to share. She pulled the ebony lady’s head back and let his cum drool from her mouth into Esther’s.

    At this point in the afternoon, they were all spent. Only Alex was up and working his dick in and out of Sage’s used pussy. She laid on her back on the ottoman. Sofie laid to one side in a post orgasmic coma. Esther was on the other. Her finger tracing along the younger woman’s erect nipple. Sofie’s mom and Diego laid on the couch together. Alex knew he was ready. That the load he was building all day was going to be huge. He stepped back from the pretty young blonde. Her last moan was one of disappointment.

    Alex moved to the other side of the ottoman. Stroking his own dick, knowing just how to control his orgasm until he was ready. He positioned Sofie’s head first. Resting it along Sage’s. Esther knew what was coming and moved her head along the two younger girls’ tits. Alex smiled, knowing he was going to cover these three sluts.

    He jerked one last time and felt the organs race throughout his body. His skin rose, pumps covering him. All his hairs felt like they were rising and then it came crashing down. The orgasm rocked his body. The first of his cum shot out covering Esther face and tits. The next wave came and he directed his dick to Sage’s face. A warm hot liquid to the face would pull another from their bliss, which his did. The third load was still thick and it covered Sofie. He kept stroking until he jerked each drop out onto one of the sluts below him. When he was spent he stepped away and sat in the chair across from the ottoman and couch.

    He was catching his breath as he watched the three of them licking and playing with his heavy thick load. Sweat was dripping down his face. He wiped it away and smiled. Another fuck party. How does he keep finding them?

    Another thirty minutes passed. The women were cleaning up. Sage got him a glass of water. He drained it and raised to head to the kitchen. Sage moved to follow him. She laced her arm into his as they walked. “You were the best healer ever,” she said bubbly. She regained some of her energy. “What are you going to do now?”

    Alex placed the glass on the island and reached down for his clothes. “I’m going home to take a shower. After that, I’m not sure. Get something to eat later I guess.”

    “Well, if you are up for it later. I know you just fucked four women. I’m going to a club downtown. The first floor has a bar and dance floor.” She leaned in to him. The warmth of her body waking urges, again. Her full breasts pressing on his chest. “The basement has more naughty stuff. You want to meet up there later.” Her big blue eyes looked up into his. If they could speak they would be begging – PLEASE.

    “I think I can do that. What time? Where is it?” He brushed her golden locks out of her face.

    “Really,” she almost jumped with excitement. “That would be so much fun.” She extended on her tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. With a quick push away, she headed to the stairs. She called,” I will be right back.”

    Alex watched as her fit ass disappeared. He picked up his clothes which were still on the floor in the kitchen and started to get dressed. By the time he was done she was bouncing downstairs again. He saw the disappointment in her eyes as she saw his clothes back on him. “You are going,” she asked in a soft voice?

    “Yes, I want to head back to my place and clean up, get something to eat and rest before I meet up with you later.” At those words she smiled. Her slowed paced quicken to him.

    “I thought you had second thoughts,” she muttered as she pressed up on him. Her hand grabbing his ass then sliding under his shirt. Letting her nails scrap along his skin. “I really want to take you here.” Her hand held up a small metal card a bit bigger than a business card.

    He took it and looked over the front. “The Warehouse,” he read the card’s front. His head turned to look down at hers. “I have been here. A large old,” he paused,” warehouse down by the river. It is a restaurant, arcade Center and club all in one large space. You want to meet there for some drinks and game time. Maybe a bit of dancing after,” his voice sounded confused.

    “No silly, flip the card over.” Her devious smile grew.

    Alex flipped the card over. He read it outloud. “You are invited to the Citadel as a black band member.” He looked down at her now really confused. “What is this?”

    “There is a bdsm club in the cellar of the Warehouse. A Friday night shall have all kinds of kinky things going on. What do you say? You want to meet up there?” Her face was hanging on the answer. Her big blue eyes are just waiting for it.

    Alex thought about drawing out the answer but she was too much fun to say no. “Yes I will be there.”

    “Fantastic,” she said, bouncing up and down as her hands clapped together. “It will be so much fun.” Her smile grew wider and wider as each second passed. “I’m going to get there around ten. I want to use one of the glory holes this evening. You have to get there early to have a shot at one. I should be done there at midnight. It is a two hour shift. We can meet up after. You can get there at any time and just enjoy the shows.”

    She was speaking a mile a minute. Her excitement was getting the best of her. “Give me your number so I can message you when I get there. We can figure it out when you are done with your shift.” Alex was wondering just what this shift consisted of. He knew all about glory holes but he thought this was going to be different. They chatted for a few more minutes and Alex headed back home. He picked up some pizza on the way. He ate as he listened to some Arctic Monkeys. Falling asleep on the sofa.


  • 642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave – Chapter Twelve

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    On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave. In this final chapter, slave shishi experiences the room of pain with her master.

    642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the final chapter.

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    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

    All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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    Chapter TwelveA Gold-eyed Slave

    Cycle 4378, Day 421

    I have decided to move my daily mind records out of my diary and just make a record of what has happened in the past weeks. It is not that I want to hide anything from anyone, it is just that things were so overwhelming that my thoughts were too chaotic to make sense… to me or to other people who may some day read my diary.

    Master has been off planet for the past week on business. Hopefully he will be home tonight. If he is I will be ready– and anxious– for him. I am currently seated at a desk in my new bedroom. It is a slave’s bedroom, but it is the most luxurious slave’s bedroom on Farpost. And it is connected directly to my Master’s sitting room. That is what he calls the room just outside his bedroom where we take our evening meal when he is home.

    My old slave collar sits on a little shelf above my desk. The clock display is still counting down. According to it my judicial slavery is nearly half completed and I have 358 days remaining, but in reality I am now a permanent slavewife of Master Karl Burcroft. He wanted to throw the old collar away, but I begged to be able to keep it. It is a reminder of how I came to be slavewife to Master Karl.

    My new collar is, of course, around my neck. It is a beautiful soft, black leather collar. On the front in golden *********** similar to my old collar it says, “shishi.” And beneath that in a regular, but very ornate ***********, it says, “Slavewife of Master Karl Burcroft.” My eyes still fill with tears when I look at that collar in my mirror. But unlike the tears that came when I first looked at my old collar, these are tears of joy.

    I still have trouble looking at my face in the mirror… well, not my face, my head. I expect there to be hair on my head, but there isn’t. There is just a tattoo that looks like hair. The laws on Farpost are very strict. It is forbidden for a shorn slave– even a slavewife– to wear a wig or any other hair covering. Besides, the tattoo of a slave rope would still be visible on my back.

    That tattoo has changed. There is a gold ribbon that Master had worked in over the original. It is real gold, just like the ribbon a slavewife would wear in her rope. The gold ribbon starts in the front almost like a crown and then winds back into the rope. The tattooing on my head hurt a little, but the ribbon going down my back hurt a LOT. Master asked if I wanted something to dull the pain, but I said no.

    He didn’t give me a choice when they applied the gold to my eyelids. He said it was because they had to be sure that I didn’t move. I expected it to be like when they made me a purple-eyed slave, but they didn’t give me the same sort of drugs that they used then. As before, I could not move and was aware of what was happening, but there was no pain at all.

    I was afraid of what they would have to do to change my purple eye pearls to gold, but Madame Loretta just used a strange thing that looked like a screwdriver with a hollow blade and unscrewed them. There is a little post on the bottom of the pearl that went down into my skin and screwed into whatever it is that is embedded in my skull. “Pearls break,” she said flatly, “so they have to be easily replaced. Besides, it’s not like you are going to put the wrong color in or go without.” She batted her eyes as she said, “The eyes tell all.”

    Then she smiled at me and touched her eye pearl. I gasped slightly. I had never noticed before that her eye pearls were only half purple. The bottom half was clear like glass. I think she means that to proclaim that she is slave in name only.

    Slave lucida is still with me always. She even has a bed in the corner of my room. But when Master is away she sleeps with me in my bed. We have grown very close to each other. She jokes about washing my hair when getting me ready for nights with Master, but all she has to do is clean and oil my body.

    Just before he left, Master took me over to see the new House of Free Women. The title to the house and land are in Master Karl Burcroft’s name, but there are also legal documents saying that Madame Loretta has full authority as if it were her own. Mandy and Mindy– that’s 33 and 34’s names now that they are free– run the house on a day-to-day basis. Madame Loretta has a special room on the top floor for when she wants to be alone or is in the mood to entertain a special guest.

    The day Master and I were there an obviously very rich young man came swaggering into the house. He asked for time with Madame Loretta. Mindy told him that wasn’t possible but she or Mandy or any of the other women could fulfill all of his expectations. He said, “But I wanted to be able to tell my friends that I spent a night with Madame Loretta.” He set a small bag on the counter that clinked like it was filled with gold coins and said, “I’m willing to pay whatever it takes.”

    Madame Loretta was standing nearby with us. She walked silently over to the young man, leaned over his shoulder and said, “Trust me, son, you would never survive an hour with me, let alone a night.”

    The man shrieked and ran out the front door. There was a wet spot on the front of his pants that went all the way down one leg. I wonder if he told his friends that Madame Loretta scared the piss out of him– for free.

    When Madame Loretta returned, Master said to me, “There are many interesting rooms in The House of Free Women. Is there anything you would like to experience? We could make love in warm water… or oil. There are vibration devices of every sort. There is even a room with a powerful column of air so you can make love as if you were in outer space.”

    I stayed silent for a long time. “What is it. shishi?” he said softly. “I’ll understand.”

    “I want to experience the room of pain,” I said very softly.

    “Haven’t you experienced enough pain in the mines,” Madame Loretta said. She looked concerned.

    “More than enough,” I replied, “but Mindy and Mandy spoke of true erotic pain where you willingly allowed it with someone you loved. They said that once you got turned on enough, the pain was just like pleasure except it was more intense.

    Master looked over at Madame Loretta. She paused for a short while and then said, “I know something that will work.” Then she said curtly to Mandy, “Prepare room 417.”

    “417 it is,” Master said with a smile. Then he turned to me and said, “I hope this meets your expectations, shishi. Not everyone can enjoy pain like Mindy and Mandy.”

    “I know,” I answered softly. Then I looked up at him and said, “But I will never know about me unless I try.”

    Room 417 looked like a normal bedroom. There was a large four poster bed with posts as big as tree trunks. There were also chairs, a desk, and an attached bathroom. The one thing missing was a mattress or anything that looked like an actual bed. Instead there was just a thin mat on the floor between the four posts.

    Madame Loretta had accompanied us up to the room. She said firmly to me, “Lie face up on the mat and raise your arms and legs slightly into the air.

    I did and she pushed some buttons on a remote. Thick cables began to lower from the tops of the posts. There were large leather restraint cuffs on each cable. A much smaller cable descended from the center of the ceiling above the bed. There was a strange small chain with three weird-looking clamps attached to that chain.

    “I think you know what to do from here,” she said.

    Master laughed and replied, “I think I can figure it out.”

    He was still laughing slightly as he wrapped the restraint cuffs around my hands and feet. The ones on my hands came all the way up into my palms so that I could more or less hang on to them.

    “Are you ready?” he asked and I said “Yes.”

    The cables all began tightening and I was lifted up into the air until I was spread-eagled almost at the top of the posts. Master was standing between my legs. My cunt and ass were at his eye level. He was again laughing slightly.

    “I see you still use the red passion flower plug,” he said, stroking me lightly between the legs.

    “It’s a new one,” I replied. “A gift from Madame Loretta. Look closer.”

    He stepped further between my legs. I could feel his breath on my cunt and let out a small moan.

    “Oh,” he said, “there is something carved in the center of the passion flower.”

    He touched the plug and I bounced in my restraints. His touch, even though it wasn’t on my flesh, sent waves of warmth throughout my body.

    “There is a little mouse in the center of the flower,” he said.

    I said softly, “Madame Loretta said that I was the only shishi passion flower she had ever seen.”

    Master tapped my plug with his finger and said, “The view is wonderful, but this seems a bit impractical. Then I heard some soft whirring and I began to lower. The pulleys at the top of the four posts were somehow sliding down. Evidently they were on a track of some sort. The tension on my arms and legs didn’t change, but I was now at Master’s waist level.

    “Are you sure you want to play with pain?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I answered.

    “This will be relatively mild,” he said as he stepped alongside me and grabbed one of the strange clamps.

    The handle of the clamp reminded me of an eye for some reason. Master pushed on the outside of the round handles and the clamp opened. He squeezed harder and the clamp opened even further.

    As he fitted the clamp on my left nipple, he said, “The secret of these clamps is that as you pull on them…” He pulled slightly on the chain. “… they get tighter.”

    I gasped slightly as the clamp squeezed my nipple. The clamp itself was padded, so it didn’t cut, but it was holding me very tightly. Master was humming to himself as he attached the clamp to my right nipple. He also tugged slightly on it so that the pressure was the same as on the left.

    Then he held up the third clamp and asked, “Care to guess where this one is supposed to go?”

    I just shook my head.

    He reached down and began stroking my clit. I immediately began to respond and rock in my restraints. Then he said, “That looks good,” and put the clamp on my engorged clit.

    I let out a stifled groan. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.

    “I think I need to get out of these clothes before I finish preparing you,” he said softly and patted me on the tummy. “But first let me tighten your chains.”

    I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he pressed a button on the remote and the small cable holding the clamp chain began tightening. I grunted several times as it pulled harder on my clit and nipples and, of course, clamped tighter. I found that I was pulling on my restraints to raise my body so that the pull of the clamps was less.

    “That’s good,” Master said. “I will let you simmer like that while I get ready.”

    I don’t know what he meant by simmer, but waiting for him to fuck me had the fires raging within me. And the pull of the clamps somehow made those fires even hotter. Again, they hurt. They really hurt, but they also felt good.

    I had my eyes closed and was drifting with the sensations when suddenly I felt something warm and wet on my stomach. I opened my eyes and Master was rubbing some sort of oil or ointment on me.

    “Madame Loretta said that this would increase your pleasure,” he explained. As he rubbed it over my breasts and down toward my cunt he added, “I don’t know what is in it, but it smells nice.”

    I didn’t know what was in it either, but my body was on fire beneath his hands. I began to buck in my restraints, but each time I moved, the clamps grabbed me even tighter. If I lifted my hips, the tension in the chain became less, but I couldn’t keep my hips lifted very long. My body was undulating as if it were calling for Master to fuck me.

    “I think you are ready,” he said as he positioned himself between my legs. He adjusted my height slightly and then pushed into me.

    He gasped as I drew him into myself. Madame Loretta’s magic training machine had taught my cunt how to do that, but I hadn’t before had a chance to show Master. He started thrusting and I began bouncing myself against him as he thrust himself against me.

    It was weird with me hanging in the air like that. It was almost as if I were floating. As he thrust himself hard into me, I rammed myself back against him as hard as I could. Moving my hips pulled on the chain and I could feel the clamps pulling and tightening on my clit and my nipples. It felt almost like my nipples were squashed flat, but it didn’t hurt. It had stopped hurting as I went higher and higher. Now it was just one more sensation. I tried to hold myself back like a good passion slave, but I lost my battle with my body and screamed and thrashed as an intense orgasm washed over me.

    When I calmed down, Master was holding me by the hips so that he could remain inside me. Now the clamps were starting to hurt… all three of them. He pulled himself out and reached down to remove the clamp on my clit.

    “No,” I said, “there is something else I want to do.”

    “But aren’t they starting to hurt?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I answered, “but there is something else I want to do. I get no pleasure from it and I want it… and my pain… to be a gift to you.”

    “What do you mean, my little shishi?” he asked and I tilted back my head and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

    “Do you want this?” he asked.

    “I want you to have this from me,” I answered.

    He positioned himself at my mouth and slowly pushed himself in. I could feel him deep in my throat. I could not breathe, he was so deep. He pushed me away from him and I was able to grab a quick breath. The motion also pulled tightly on the clamps. I wanted to scream from the pain, but I could not.

    Master pulled me fully back onto his cock. Again the motion pulled on the chains and again I couldn’t breathe. Master stood slowly there pushing me back and forth. I could see nothing but his balls and the bottom of his ass, but as he kept moving me, I could see his ass cheeks beginning to clench and his balls were being drawn tighter and tighter upward. Then with a sudden, very hard thrust, Master erupted inside me. I felt his prick twitch and spurt deep inside my throat.

    The pain from the chains and from his prick being so deep inside my throat was tremendous, but when he groaned and spurted, the pain suddenly became something else. It wasn’t truly pleasure, but it was very intense. And it triggered an orgasm of sorts. It was an orgasm caused purely by knowing that I had given my Master… my husband Master… pleasure.

    After he slowly pulled himself out of my throat, he asked, “Are you all right?”

    “Yes,” I answered, “but next time, I think we will try the room with the strong winds.”

    He just laughed and said, “I think it is time to go home.”

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    I hear Master in his quarters. I am now all cleaned up and ready– in all ways– to eat with my Master. He knocks lightly on my door and says, “My little shishi, are you ready?”

    “For everything,” I reply as I open the door.

    The low table is already set for dinner. Master reclines on his thick mat. He offered to have a similar mat set at the table for me, but I told him that I had gotten used to kneeling at his table. I didn’t tell him that it was proper that as a slave– even though I am a slavewife– it is proper that I should kneel before my master. It brings me joy to know that I am a proper slave. Maybe I could have been a proper wife for some man but there is no way that I could have ever become wife of someone like Master Karl. It was only by becoming a slave that I was able to become slavewife to such a man– such a man who truly loves me.

    One of the servers is standing next to the table. I wonder why he has not set the first course in front of us, but then Master speaks. “I have brought you back a little gift from the Areala system,” he says with a smile. Then he nods to the serving slave and the slave sets a prawn cup down in front of me.

    “Oh Master!” I exclaim. “It is beautiful.”

    We do not always have prawns, but Master knows they are my favorite. The cup is not crystal glass. It is golden. I lift it and it is very heavy. Perhaps it is pure gold. And on the rim of the cup with the prawns are two which are made of silver.

    He reaches over and spears one of the real prawns with his prawn fork. I tilt back my head and open my mouth so that he may place it on my tongue. Somehow the ones he feeds me are more delicious than the ones I pick up myself.

    “Thank you, Master,” I say softly once I have chewed and swallowed the prawn.

    I ask Master about his trip. “It was uneventful,” he says with a smile. He laughs slightly and adds, “Uneventful is good.”

    “Things were also uneventful here,” I say. “Slave lucida thanks you for her longer hobble chains.”

    “That was so you didn’t have to walk so slowly for her to keep up with you,” he says. “If she attempts to run away again her chains will be even shorter.”

    “She knows that,” I reply. “And she knows that if she tries to run away I will need to find a new slave companion.”

    I pause and Master asks, “Is there something else?”

    “Sometimes she intentionally displeases me,” I say. “It is as if she wants me to punish her.”

    “Do you?” He asks.

    “Yes, Master,” I reply. “I know that as a slave I should not punish another slave unless ordered to do so, but she pushes and pushes until I lose control and redden her ass with my hand.” I look down at the floor, “I have even used one of the punishment paddles on her.”

    “And what does she do?” He asks.

    “She screams and yells and begs me to stop,” I answer, “but when she gets up off my lap my legs are wet with her juices.” I again look at the floor. “Then she relieves my frustrations.”

    Master laughs. “I see,” he says, still laughing. “Some slaves are that way,” he continues, “for some reason she needs the pain once in a while. And for obvious reasons, when I am away, your frustrations build. I think she is the perfect companion for you. Just be sure that you give her pain without injury.”

    “I would never hurt her,” I gasp out. “I mean… I mean I would never injure her.”

    “You would make a good Mistress,” he says thoughtfully. “It is a pity that the laws will not allow a slavewife to own other slaves.”

    “Thank you, Master,” I say softly.

    As the meal progresses, we talk of little things like an upcoming fair that he promises to take me to if he is on planet. I smile at him. He does not make such promises lightly. He must already know that he will be here during the fair.

    The dessert is boujing, a light whipped sort of pudding that melts away in your mouth. I have to concentrate on eating it slowly so that Master and I will finish at approximately the same time. When Master calls upon the servers to clear the table, he reaches toward his wrist to seal off the room.

    “Master,” I say quickly, “would you give me one more gift?”

    “Anything… within reason, my shishi,” he answers.

    I take several breaths building up the courage to ask. Then I say softly, “Would you leave the room unsealed so that I can record my thoughts directly to my lifepack tonight?”

    His face has lost all traces of emotion. Have I angered him? He reaches out and strokes my face lightly. “Only until I fall asleep, shishi. I will set it so that when the skydome closes, the room will automatically seal.”

    When we are in bed together, he always opens the skydome above the bed so that I can see the stars. He also always falls asleep before me, but has shown me where the button is to close the dome. It would close automatically before dawn, but he prefers it closed while he sleeps.

    “Thank you, Master,” I say.

    He rises and gestures for me to follow. Once in the bedroom, I undress him. He gives me a strange smile when his boxers land directly on top of his clothes folded on the chair. I wonder if he has been practicing that little kick he uses to flip them over there.

    “I have a surprise for you,” I say as I lap lightly at the tip of his prick. It immediately springs to life.

    “What is that, shishi?” he asks and I smile and answer, “You will see.”

    I draw his prick into my mouth. I bob up and down on the shaft a few times and then hold still with the tip of his penis at the back of my tongue. Then I concentrate on doing what Madame Loretta said was impossible. No, I cannot actually milk his prick with my mouth, but I have used the muscle trainer to train my tongue to undulate along Master’s shaft. That combined with rhythmic sucking creates nearly the same effect as my cunt milking him.

    He groans lightly as my tongue does its magic. For Master that is almost like totally losing control. I know that I have pleased him greatly. After a few minutes, he stiffens slightly and groans once more as he spurts into my mouth. I rise and go over to the small desk to rinse my mouth with wine. When I return he is already on the bed.

    “Lie beside me,” he says and I do. The sky dome is open and the stars are visible above us.

    He uses his hands to explore my body. It still feels strange when he runs his hands across my bald scalp, but somehow his touch on the bare skin of my head ignites the flames within me. Those flames grow hotter and hotter as his hands move down my body. I am already flowing heavily before his fingers touch the lips of my cunt, and I am rising high off the bed before he touches my clit.

    “Please…” I groan out, but he says firmly, “Not yet.”

    I am struggling to hold back my body. I am on fire. I am losing control. I raise myself up off the bed in a bow and suddenly he is plunging into me. When did he move to be between my legs?

    He drives me back onto the bed and thrusts hard in and out of me. I try to lift myself to meet his thrusts, but each time he drives me back onto the mattress. The fires within me are burning into my mind. I can’t control what my body is doing. All I can feel is my Master so forcefully within me.

    It is almost unbearable. Then I hear that slight groan and Master pins me to the bed and presses forcefully to hold me there. My body knows that it is time and I explode. Images of the past months flash before me. It is as if my mind is retelling the entire story of how I got to this exact point. Then everything is blinding white and I am overwhelmed with pleasure.

    I don’t know how long my mind was overwhelmed, but now Master is lying on top of me slowly moving in and out. He is almost soft and soon he will fall out of me. He does, but he keeps moving slowly as long as I push up against him. Finally, I too lay still.

    “Is my passion flower ready for sleep, my little shishi?” he says softly.

    “Yes… no…” I reply. “I want to watch the stars.”

    He laughs and says, “Someday, my little shishi, you will drain me dry.”

    I climb over his body and rub my cunt lightly against his prick. Despite his protests, it comes immediately to life. I impale myself on him and sit looking up at the stars. My cunt automatically starts its milking action as he lightly rubs the outside of my legs with his hands. After a while I hear the soft groan and feel him spurt within me. I look down and his eyes are closed.

    “What are you thinking, my Master?” I ask softly.

    “I am thinking that tonight,” he says, opening his eyes and smiling at me, “and for all the nights to come, my Gold-eyed Slave will join me in our bed and watch the stars above our head.”

    I fold myself down so that I can lie across his chest. “Thank you, Master,” I say as I reach up for the button that will close the sky dome and seal off the room. As the dome begins to close I think of Madame Loretta and realize that in my mind… and in the mind of my Master… I am no longer a slave. I am a wife… a free woman… who just happens to have some really strange tattoos.

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    The true rulers of this world, the credit card companies, have made it almost impossible to sell books with true BDSM themes. Erotic publishers will soon be a thing of the past. So I have pulled all of my books from the one publisher that I had left, and have decided to share them with my on-line followers.


  • 642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave – Chapter Eleven

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    On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave. In this chapter slave shishi finds out who has been truly using her.

    642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the chapter eleven. It is a very short transition chapter. I will be posting chapter twelve at the same time with it but it may or may not post immediately on the site.

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    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

    All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

    Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2021 by The Technician.

    Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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    Chapter ElevenThe Truth Revealed

    Cycle 4378, Day 373

    I awake in a bed in a strange room. I am feeling very, very empty. A woman in a white jacket says softly, “She is awake. But she is very weak.”

    I look around the room bewildered. There are two other beds in the room. Many people are standing next to my bed including Master and Madame Loretta. The woman in white steps closer, leans down to me and says quietly, “You are in hospital recovering from solar radiation poisoning. Do you know what that means?”

    “My poop will glow in the dark?” I say and then clap my hand to my mouth.

    She laughs slightly and says, “Perhaps, but what I meant is that you will need to be here for a few days while we get the residual poisons out of your body.”

    “But that is not why you feel so empty and confused.” Madame Loretta says. “Your lifepack has been totally erased.” I gasp and she continues, “It will reboot and update shortly. The false memories are being edited out by the central computer. Soon your true self will once again be totally restored.”

    Master leans in so I can see him smile at me and says, “Once the computer knew that there were two of you and two lifepacks, it was able to separate your real memories and entries from the false ones.”

    “How could there be two of me?” I ask.

    Master’s voice becomes almost harsh as he says, “My search of the official records on Home Planet were very interesting. William Appleworth has never had any children. And he has never been married. His appeal to you to save his child was a ruse to get your bone marrow.”

    Another man is standing next to Master. He is wearing a strange-looking black suit with a gold sash across the front. “We always knew it was possible to clone a lifepack,” he says, “but we knew that such a thing would be useless because lifepacks continuously record the DNA of the person in which it is implanted and transmits that information to the central computer each time it updates. We thought the lifepack system was totally secure because there was no way a cloned lifepack could ever be used to upload false memories to the planetary computer or be recognized as a bank security key.”

    “Until,” Master continues firmly, “someone implanted a fake lifepack in a mass of laboratory grown flesh cloned from your stem cells.” He points at me and adds, “… cells that were obtained from your bone marrow donation.”

    The other man looks very uncomfortable as he says, “Our scientists have assured me that they have implemented safeguards that will prevent another such occurrence.” He then starts to look very, very, very uncomfortable as he continues. “Xandar Deurue,” he says, calling me by my name before I was made a slave. “Xandar Deurue, without a doubt you are innocent of all charges against you. A clone of your lifepack was used to access your data storage area so certain accounting and mine records could be diverted. It was also used to create false bank accounts where the money from the sale of the embezzled ore was deposited. When you discovered the problem with the diverted records, you had the misfortune of reporting your suspicions to the very man who was responsible for those diversions. From that point on, the miscreants– including one of my own family– plotted to destroy you. They would have killed you immediately, but they needed you alive so they could interrupt your lifepack with their own to access their bank accounts and transfer their stolen money off planet. Once that was accomplished, they needed you to die in an accident or at the hands of other slaves so that they would not be implicated.”

    He turns to face Master before saying, “And they would have been successful if you hadn’t been bought by the Master of the House of Burcroft.”

    He pauses and begins to look almost pained. “I, as Chief Founder,” he says in a very stilted cadence, “could publicly announce your innocence. And that is what justice for you demands.”

    I gasp as I realize who he is.

    “But,” he continues, “declaring your innocence would destroy the galaxy’s trust in our system of lifepacks. That could cause the collapse of our economy, our trade relations with other systems, and perhaps even our culture. So I am asking– not ordering, but asking– if you would be willing to remain a slave of Master Karl.”

    “It would be a special kind of slave, shishi,” Master says softly. “If you will stay with me I will make you my Gold-eyed Slave. Gold tattoos will be overlaid on your eyes. The blue eye pearls will be replaced with gold. I will even have them tattoo a gold ribbon in your tattooed rope to proclaim to everyone that you are my Gold-eyed slave.”

    He slowly strokes my face and watches me for a few moments. Then he says, “But it is your choice, shishi. It is your choice.”

    I stare at them. Gold-eyed slaves are very rare here on Farpost. Under the law, they are slavewives, but actually they are more than ordinary wives. Because they are slaves and usually have no say in becoming a slavewife, they can never be divorced, put aside, sold, or in any way mistreated. They even have right of inheritance. In many ways a slavewife has higher status than a regular wife. Master is asking me to become his wife!

    I almost blurt out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” but instead gasp aloud as my lifepack comes back fully online. “I am back online,” I say, looking around the room.

    “So,” Master says laughing slightly, “now that you have control of your innermost thoughts and won’t just blurt them out, what is your answer?”

    “Yes, Master,” I say, almost sobbing. “I have always loved you and would be willing to remain as your slave even if it were as a purple-eyed slave.”

    “For now,” he says softly, “you must remain here. Your lifepack and the lifepacks of 33 and 34 recorded how much radiation you received.”

    The woman in the white coat gestures at the other two beds and says, “According to the readings, all three of you should have been dead when they found you. Somehow, you were able to keep your body active enough to absorb the solar radiation.” She gives a very tight smile, “Even so,” she says firmly, “you will need to stay here for a few days as we help your bodies heal.

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    The true rulers of this world, the credit card companies, have made it almost impossible to sell books with true BDSM themes. Erotic publishers will soon be a thing of the past. So I have pulled all of my books from the one publisher that I had left, and have decided to share them with my on-line followers.


  • AFTERNOON TEA WITH MARIANNE AND HER TWO MEN

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    “Would you like to come around for afternoon tea on Sunday. You can meet my man,” Marianne, one of my girlfriends asked. “Make sure you are on time or we will start without you Sarah.” My man is away on business so why not, I thought. And perhaps a seduction?

    We had been friends for some time and we had both confided we were bisexual. We constantly flirted with each other and touched each other. We had shopped for clothes together and ogled each other’s almost naked bodies and run our hands over each other as we tried on clothes.

    Then some ago while we were at a five-day trade fair, on the first night we became lovers. In the afterglow we confided we both have a fetish for hung men, eight inches is our benchmark. And watching hung men masturbating. And lesbian sex, we both love being licked and teased. We slept with each for the next three nights and enjoyed wonderful lesbian sex.

    On the last night we decided we would invite one of the men at the fair who had been chatting us up to join us in our room. “If you want to have sex with us we both have a benchmark, eight-inches,” Marianne told him with a smirk. He didn’t realise we had been asking his workmates about him.

    “His nick name is donkey dick. When he goes for a toilet break one of us goes with him to check out his equipment. He loves flaunting it for us. Boys will be boys. He always pees with his cock and balls hanging out.”

    “And your bench mark is?,” he asked confidently.

    “Eight inches,” I told him.

    “Almost that big flaccid,” he smirked.

    And so he was, huge and very virile, we both learnt to our great satisfaction that night as he fucked us both in a wild three-way.

    On the Sunday when I arrived Marianne gave me the the code number over the intercom and told me to let myself in.

    “You are late Sarah, we started without you. Some things cannot wait, our Sunday sex session is one of them.”

    When I focused and got my bearings I was surprised and immediately turned on. Her man was sitting on a couch, completely naked, legs apart, stroking his large, very erect cock. Marianne was wearing a very skimpy and very sexy, white thong and bra which highlighted her all over sun tan.

    As soon as the door closed behind me they commenced kissing passionately while she stroked his erection as he held my gaze.

    Any doubt that I wanted and needed sexual pleasure today immediately evaporated.

    Marianne removed her skimpy bra to show her very good tits before he licked and sucked her nipples as she continued stroking his erection as he stroked her gorgeous big ass with a hand.

    “Would you like me to lick you while he fucks me? You know that’s why I invited you today Sarah,” Marianne asked with great aplomb as she was kissing me passionately. I reciprocated as I ogled her man’s erection while he continued stroking it. I couldn’t keep my eyes of it. I was horny before I arrived, all I could think of now was sexual gratification. Perhaps from both of them?

    “Or would you like another man to lick you while you watch us fuck,” Marianne asked as another man appeared wearing just a towel.

    “Greg was our back up person just in case you were a no show Sarah,” she told me as he dropped the towel to flaunt his huge, thick erection foe me. “He has been watching us even before you arrived. The two men are cousins, they have the same DNA, hence huge thick cocks. And I have had them both, often at the same time.”

    “Or would you like to give Greg a blow job while I lick you. You can watch my man masturbate for you at the same time. I have gone to great trouble to organise two hung men for us,” Marianne told me with the emphasis on ‘us’ as we continued tongue kissing.

    I was the center of attention for three naked people, all younger than me, two hung men with huge erections and a woman who wants to pleasure me sexually with her tongue.

    “Yes, you know I would,” I told her as we continued kissing, before I slowly undressed for them. Marianne’s man was stroking his erection as I teased him by sliding my thong off before I lifted my skirt to show him my ass, then let the skirt fall to hide my ass.

    These two had really piqued my sexual appetite. I loved the way he was stroking his erection for me as I held his gaze and removed my blouse. No bra, my nipples were erect. I needed them to be licked.

    Three of my sexual fetishes are being licked, my ass and my cunt, hung men and extra people watching me having sex. Right then I had the opportunity to have all of those fetishes simultaneously. My man was away and I wanted it, really wanted it. A sexy woman to lick my cunt while I blow a hung man with another hung man watching.

    I love playing the vamp. I wanted to flaunt my ass for the men. I wanted them to worship it. And they did after I dropped my skirt, still with my my heels on. One of the men licking and kissing each ass cheek as I ogled their erections in the mirrors while Marianne was tongue kissing me. The only contact I had with three naked people was their lips and tongues. The men on my ass cheeks while Marianne was tongue kissing me.

    Marianne seated me on the couch alongside her man. I parted my legs so she could kneel in front of me. Her tongue on my nipples was electric. I could still remember the pleasure she gave my nipples at the trade fair. Both of the men were watching on. Greg was teasing his very erect cock for me. Or was it for all three of us?

    Then Marianne’s tongue on my cunt lips. “Don’t make me wait so long next time Sarah,” she whispered as the tip of her tongue find my clit.

    Greg was standing close by as I reached out for his erection. I was stroking his erection while I sucked his balls. I ran the tip of his erection over my nipples. Before he slowly fed his raging erection between my pursed lips.

    Marianne stopped licking me to look at Greg feeding his erection between my lips. “Awesome Sarah, fucking awesome,” she whispered as she took my hand and placed it on her man’s erection. Not for the first time, I was pleasuring two younger, hung men, really hung.

    After a few minutes Marianne was excelling herself. Her tongue was magical as she licked and sucked on my almost bald cunt lips. After a few sessions at our trade fair liaison she really knew how to make me climax, as I had my first climax on her tongue. I let Greg’s cock slip out from my lips. I was sliding a clenched hand along the full length of his erection and the other along Mariannes man’s erection.

    The rest of the day passed in a blur of wonderful sex with two men and a woman, though I did feel a little guilty without my man participating.

    The day my man arrived home we fucked every which way. “Tell me what you did while I was away? Did you fuck anyone?,” he asked in the after glow.

    “No baby, I didn’t,” I told him truthfully as I teased his now flaccid cock with my fingers. “The most exciting thing I did was to have afternoon tea with Marianne. You know we were lovers once.”

    “And did you?”

    “Yes, she licked my cunt while two men with huge erections watched.”

    “Did the men kiss your big ass?”

    “Yes, I asked them to kiss it. They also licked my aa while I stood with my legs apart and my hands behind my head. Just as you like me standing when you worship my ass. While Marianne and I tongue kissed at the same time. Exquisite.”

    “Were the men bigger than me?”

    “They were huge. I did tell them you were nine-inches.”

    “Did the men orgasm?”

    “Yes, I gave one of them a hand job and the other a blow job,” I whispered with a hand on his no longer flaccid cock.

    “Did you sit on Marianne’s face while you gave the man a blow job?”

    “Yes, that’s what we all wanted.”

    “You know I am going to punish you for that don’t you?”

    “Yes I do. And I want you to punish me,” I replied as I stroked his now very erect cock and put my heels on.

    “Punish me now, right now before you fuck me again,” I told him as I leant over a low table and spread my legs.

    “Your ass is magnificent, just magnificent, and so fuckable,” he whispered as he doubled his belt over and teased my ass with it.

    The first blow on my ass was pain and pleasure. pleasure and pain. My libido was in overdrive. Then the second blow. It hurt but I liked it. I wanted more. And I wanted him to fuck me for revenge.

    “Are you going to see them again?,” he asked with a tinge of jealousy as he landed the third blow.

    “We have both been invited around in two weeks time. They all want to meet you, one of the men especially. He asked if you really were nine-inches and thick.”

    “What time are we due baby?”

    “Your ass is magnificent, just magnificent, and so fuckable,” he whispered as he slides his erection into me without me moving.

    “One man or two men, and Marianne? What time are we due baby?”


  • OUR NEW BISEXUAL LOVER.

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    I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience.

    My man Roger and I are in our mid-forties and have had sexual adventures that many people would be envious of: some incredulous of even.

    Around once a month I love having a second man to sexually pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man Roger watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we share another female sometimes, which we both enjoy.

    Today, a sunny, lazy Sunday afternoon we were suntanning naked, though I was wearing my watch, on our patio.

    “Magic sex last night bubs, you really are a wonderful lover. And a brilliant fuck,” Roger told me as he smeared my body with tanning lotion.

    “Glad you liked it, you know I am to pleasure and be pleasured sexually. Right now I would love to watch you masturbate for me. And I will do the same for you. If you can last for twenty-minutes I will squirt for you. One of your kinky turn ons, and mine.”

    I am multi-orgasmic and watching Roger tease his thick, oily, nine-inch erection with his fingertips as I teased my cunt lips and extended clit with a fingertip had me close to a climax in a just few minutes.

    “We are due for a third person in our sex life soon bubs, very soon,” I groaned as I orgasmed at the thought of a new sexual encounter.

    “What type of person would you like next time bubs?” I asked as I continued to enjoy teasing the full length my cunt lips with a fingertip as Roger watched and teased his raging erection.

    “We have never had a woman with a slim body and really good firm, big tits. Would you like that? I would.”

    “Make it happen, I haven’t had another woman for months.”

    “Glad you like the idea bubs. She can pleasure you first, then you can blow me while I kiss and lick the nipples on her big tits. You love an audience and you like showing off your talents while another woman watches.”

    Usually after four or five climaxes I am ready to squirt but I wanted to tease my man – and myself – by making him wait twenty minutes.

    However, watching him stroke his big thick cock and visualizing the women – and men – I have watched sucking it and blowing him, usually after they have pleasured me, has me up to four climaxes in twelve minutes: I love to time myself.

    Roger was teasing his nipples as he did kegels with his cock to slow himself down as he told me, “I am determined to last twenty-minutes for you bubs so you can squirt for me.”

    “Not sure if a can last that long,” I moaned as I was on the edge of a huge climax, my fifth for this session and I was ready to squirt, I could barely hold back.

    “Don’t make me wait, cum with me now, right now,” I told Roger as I squirted in huge spasms and watched him groan and shudder as he blew a huge load for me.

    Exactly one week later Suzi was due to visit us. In the lead up to her visit Roger informed me she was a little younger than us, honey blond, spoke with a soft German accent, a slim body and really good firm, big tits.

    As we showered together after trimming each other’s pubic hair so that we both have a long identical patch over our sex I asked Roger what should we wear to greet Suzi.

    “Less is always more bubs, flaunt your ass for Suzi and me,” he told me as he toweled me dry and kissed and licked my ass before he put his hand between my legs and teased my cunt lips with a fingertip.

    When Suzi arrived Roger was topless wearing very tight jeans which highlighted his tanned, muscular body. I was wearing heels, an unbuttoned white silk shirt and a pair of tight leather slacks with no back so that my ‘gorgeous round ass’ to quote Roger was totally exposed. I felt excited as we were both about to have a new sexual experience.

    After brief introductions while Roger and I admired Suzi’s outfit, heels, skin tight black silk slacks and matching blouse, unbuttoned enough to highlight her cleavage with a gold chain with a pendant in there, Suzi took the initiative.

    “I have heard lots of good things about you two, especially you Sarah and I want to experience mutual sexual pleasure with both of you. Your blow job technique is legendary, I want to watch you in action.

    “I think this is why I am here,” Suzi smiled as she undid the buttons on her blouse, then opened it slowly as she had her hands all over me while she tongue kissed me, which I eagerly responded to.

    As her hands reached my naked ass I could sense her surprise as she turned me around to look.

    “Your ass looks sensational, I want it,” she murmured as she knelt and kissed both cheeks.

    “I love watching while I wait for my turn bubs,” I could hear Roger moaning as he slides out of his jeans and teases his erection.

    The sight of Suzi’s magnificent, full, firm tits in all the mirrors has a surprising effect on me; they really are something special. Very special I muse as she teased her nipples with her fingertips and I watched them respond. In all my bisexual experiences I had never had such magnificent tits to ogle and pleasure, I was determined to pleasure Suzi to the max. The feel of her nipples on mine as we tongue kissed was sexual bliss for me.

    “I love the way you are licking my nipples, I love it,” she whispered as they become long and hard with Roger licking one and me the other.

    “Your ass really is sensational, especially with those heels, I want it,” Suzi told me again as she knelt and kissed both my ass cheeks as she slid my tight leather slacks with no back to the floor and I stepped out of them.

    “Now your other side, I love the way you trim your cunt, the same as me,” she murmured as she parted my legs and teased my cunt lips with her tongue with her hands on my ass.

    I love having my cunt licked while standing, this time was magic as I ogled her tits and big nipples.

    “Like that do you Sarah?,” she asked rhetorically as she dug her nails into my ass and I arched my body forward to maximize the double pleasure she was providing, her tongue on my cunt lips and her erect nipples touching on my legs.

    “I love watching while I wait for my turn bubs,” I could hear Roger moaning again as I watched him teasing his erection.

    Minutes later I was sitting on my man’s face as he held my ass while he licked and teased my cunt lips to perfection while I was kissing and licking the best pair of tits either of us has ever had as I watched in the mirrors on three sides and the ceiling.

    Suzi was standing in front of me and we had our hands on each other’s arms while I enjoyed licking her very erect nipples.

    “Your ability to multi-climax is legendary Sarah, love it, keep going,” Suzt told me as I shuddered and climaxed again – I had lost count by now.

    “Your man has a raging erection, he really is very well hung and he can see us in the ceiling mirror Sarah.”

    Within minutes I was up to what must have been climax number seven or eight.

    “Your man has a raging erection, he really is very well hung and he can see us in the ceiling mirror,” Suzi repeated.

    “Pleasure me Sarah while I suck your man’s big cock,” she told me as she laid on the bed with her head over the end so Roger could feed his roaring erection into her mouth while he ogled her tits with his hands all over them.

    “I love having my cunt licked while I am sucking a huge cock,” Suzi managed to tell us as Roger was feeding his cock into her mouth.

    “Do you like licking my cunt while I have your man’s cock in my mouth while he is licking my tits Sarah?”

    “Yes I do, very much, I want to pleasure you with my tongue.”

    I am very competitive, I was determined to bring Suzi to a climax at least once while she was pleasuring my man.

    Suzi was very receptive to my tongue on her very wet cunt lips as she wrapped her legs around me and managed to tell me, “Pillow under my ass, pillow,” as Roger re-positioned himself.

    I could see Roger reinserting his erection into Suzi’s very willing pursed lips, a real turn on as I was about to resume licking her cunt, as I adjusted the pillow.

    “I love watching you licking Suzi while she is sucking my cock,” Roger groaned as he started to breath very heavily.

    At the same moment Suzi’s whole body trembled as she climaxed for me, once, twice three times on my tongue as Roger was almost screaming, “So good, so fucking good.”

    In the afterglow the three of us were splashing around and teasing each other’s naked bodies in our large shower alcove.

    “Your blow job skills are legendary Sarah. I want to enjoy watching you give your man a head job.. Can Roger get it up again for you?” Suzi asked as I readied myself to do just that for him.

    Roger loves me giving him a golden shower, just as I do, it is an absolute turn on for him and a sure way of giving him a second erection in one session.

    “On your back on the floor bubs, you know what’s coming. Do you want it?” I tease as I knelt above his groin area as Suzi watched intently.

    “Can I do that for him also?” Suzi asked as I slowly released my golden shower, then poured over him as he achieved a raging erection.

    “Kiss my tits for me Sarah while I do it,” Suzi whispered as she knelt above his erection.

    “Do you really want this from me?” Suzi teased slowly before she unleashed a huge torrent on him much to his delight.

    While Roger was showering Suzi was tongue kissing me and teasing my cunt lips with her fingertip which I was enjoying.

    “Watch, this will really get it up twice for you,” Suzi told Roger as he reappeared as she laid me on the bed and kissed her way down my naked body, from my lips, nipples and then my cunt lips.

    “Awesome bubs,” was all Roger could say.

    “Now you Roger, I want to watch Sarah blow you while you kiss my tits.”

    Roger was wearing a tiny leather, crotch-less g-string and flaunting his second erection of the afternoon for two women as Suzi watched him fit his black leather cock ring and fasten it under his balls.

    “Your cock looks awesome wearing that, a huge visual turn on for me,” Suzi smirked, and I agree as I was about to pleasure it.

    I love an audience, be it male or female, and their turn on watching me sucking and draining a huge cock. The thought of Suzi watching while I pleasured my man while he licked the ‘best tits we have ever had,” had me determined to make this occasion special.

    Roger was sitting on a chair ogling Suzi’s naked body and her tits in particular as I knelt and licked the underside of his erection as I pushed it into his stomach.

    “He is hung isn’t he, he must be nine-inches and thick,” Suzi whispered as she stood behind Roger and teased his nipples.

    “Yes ninet-inches, glad you like it,” Roger boasted very pleased with himself as two women were about to sexually pleasure him.

    I always get a huge buzz from blowing a man so he achieves an orgasm. Doing it while another woman is watching, I love sex with an audience, after we have pleasured each other is an extra special buzz. And this time my man was going to feast on Suzi’s magnificent tits.

    “Awesome, now show me how good you are at blow jobs,” Suzi told me as I took Roger’s roaring between my pursed lips while she positioned herself so Roger could feast on her tits.

    “I want to watch you blow him while he licks and sucks my nipples.”

    “You owe me bubs, your turn to watch me blow another man in a month’s time. Would you like to masturbate for me while you watch?,” I teased as I kissed and licked the sides of his erection.

    “You really are awesome Sarah the way you do that,” Suzi whispered as she watched me slide the tip of my thumb and forefinger along Roger’s erection while he was licking her nipples.

    I motioned for Roger to stand, he told me he always has a better orgasm standing, as I pinched Roger’s nipples with his cock in my mouth, softly at first, then hard, before I dig my nails into his ass cheeks while I slid almost the full length of his cock between my pursed lips.

    “You really are awesome Sarah the way you do that,” Suzi whispered as she watched me resume sliding the tip of my thumb and forefinger along Roger’s erection while he was licking her nipples.

    Roger was breathing very heavily while Suzi was digging her nails into his ass cheeks and as I slid the tip of my thumb and forefinger along Roger’s erection while I sucked just the tip of it.

    “You are so good bubs, so fucking good, especially with Suzi watching,” he was almost screaming as I swallowed his load with aplomb.

    “You owe me bubs, your turn to watch me blow another man in a month’s time. Would you like to masturbate for me while you watch?” I teasedU in the afterglow.

    “You know I would bubs.”


  • 642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave – Chapter Nine

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    On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave. In this chapter, slave shishi is sent to the horror of the mines.

    642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the ninth chapter. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.

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    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

    All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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    Chapter NineSentenced to the Mines

    Cycle 4378, Day 357

    I don’t know where I am. Everything is black. I try to remember how I got here. It is hard. My mind and body move so slowly. I remember lucida and I were enjoying the peace and quiet of the beautiful garden area in the center of the house. We went there often in the afternoon for a short while. I was very happy. Master would be home soon. My hair was growing back and I had a short rope hanging down my back. I had been keeping up with my pleasure slave training and had even learned a few more things which might please him. Everything was wonderful.

    I was lying on a soft blanket, looking up at the dull glow of the artificial sky on the ceiling dome above us and remembering that night when I watched the stars with Master when suddenly the ground opened beneath me and I was falling. One of the mine shafts beneath the house must have collapsed.

    No, that couldn’t be because rough hands grabbed me almost as soon as I started to fall through the ground. A gruff voice said, “Throw the other one back. Make sure she has been given the drug so she won’t remember what happened.”

    I was carried into a small side tunnel and the same gruff voice said, “Remove the barriers so the main shaft will collapse.”

    There was a loud roar and the small tunnel was filled with dust. A different voice said, “That hole goes down below level twelve. They will assume it was a natural void that gave way. They will give up looking. Her body could be thousands of feet down.”

    Then I felt a sting on my asscheek and everything went black. When I woke up, I was in a courtroom. The same judge was on the bench as at my last trial. “You have been convicted as a runaway slave,” he said loudly. Then his voice somehow got softer and harder at the same time. “And since this is a second offence,” he growls, “I revoke your contract and sentence you to the mines as a permanent slave.”

    I want to scream out that I am innocent, but my body will not respond. I can barely stand between the two guards who hold my arms.

    “Take her to processing,” the judge snarls. “Let her be an example to those who would continuously try to escape judicial slavery.”

    The two guards drag me down several long hallways and bring me to a room with a strange chair sitting next to some weird-looking equipment. There is something attached to it that almost looks like the space helmets that are used when repairing ships in orbit. There are also several strange arm-like things with various tools attached to them.

    One of the guards laughs and says to the other, “Do you want to use her before they wear her out in the mines?”

    The other guard also laughs and says, “Pussy or ass?”

    “You know I’m a back door man,” the first guard says. “You can have her cunt.”

    They pull their pricks out of their pants and hold me up between them. I scream as one guard impales himself in my cunt and the other spears my ass. I am not ready for them, but they force their way into me and begin thrusting. They have done this many times before because they immediately synchronize their thrusts. First the man in front pushes into my cunt, then as he is pulling back, the man in back rams into my ass. I continue to scream and beg as they pound mercilessly into me bouncing me up and down. Finally they drop me crying and sobbing on the floor.

    “Don’t worry 97846,” one of them sneers, “after a week in the mines you will look back at this and wish you had it this easy.”

    Then one of them picks me up and throws me into the strange chair.

    “Face down,” the other one says. “They have some special orders for this one.”

    The first man presses some buttons on a panel and the chair folds back so it is flat like a table.

    “I would really love to hear you scream in pain,” one of them says, “but you have to be real still for this to work right.”

    There is another sting on my asscheek and I can no longer move my body. My eyes are closed as if I am asleep, but I can hear and feel everything that is going on around me. The weird helmet is placed over my head and something presses against my skull in several places holding me firmly in place. There is a flash of extreme heat and I can smell hair burning. Then it is as if a million bees were attacking my scalp and face.

    “That’s the lasers making sure your hair never grows back,” one of the guards says with a laugh. “In a minute they will change to tattoo mode.”

    There is a loud “Thunk!” as something slams against my head on both sides, just barely missing my eyes.

    “Oh,” the other guard laughs, “he forgot to warn you about the eye pearls.”

    I try to cry, but I can’t. I am being made into a permanent slave.

    The laser tattoos begin. I can feel the machine putting on the blue eyeshadow, dark blue eyebrows, and dark blue eyeliner of a permanent slave. The dark blue matches the eye pearls which have already been embedded in my skull. The pain is tremendous. I want to scream, but can’t.

    The helmet is removed, but they are not finished. “Now the special touches,” the crueler of the two guards says. I hear machinery moving around my head and feel lasers again zapping the top of my skull.

    “That’s pretty,” the other guard says. “How far down will it take it?”

    “All the way to her ass,” the other responds, “just like a permanent rope.”

    The bee stings move down my neck. I can no longer stand it. The pain is almost tolerable, but that is not why it is so terrible. They are ruining me. Master will never see me as beautiful ever again. My mind can stand no more and I black out.

    That’s all I remember, but I now know where I am. I am in a slave box. I have seen such boxes many times when a violent or dangerous slave is being transported to the mines. It is a metal box and is usually drawn on an ore cart. There are much better ways to take a slave to the mines, but the purpose of the box is not just to transport the slave. It is not even just to torture him… or her… with the heat and lack of air. It is a public show of what can happen if you hold the laws of Farpost in such scorn that you are no longer fit to be a part of life here. The slave box is the symbolic coffin of a slave sentenced to life in the mines.

    The cart rattles through the streets of town until it stops and I can feel the box being lifted up by some sort of crane. Then it starts down. I am being lowered through one of the air vents into the mines. Again, there are better ways to do this, but when a slave dies, their bodies are removed from the mines in these same boxes lifted up through the air vent holes. All of the slaves and overseers in the mines will know that I am sentenced to life… or should that be death… in the mines.

    The box stops descending and once again I am bouncing along in a mine cart. I know that now I am deep underground. The box is dropped heavily onto the solid floor of the mine and opened. Even though the light is very dim, I blink as my eyes try to adjust to what is, to me, brightness.

    “Get up, you lazy scum,” the gruff voice of an overseer sneers at me. I can tell he is an overseer because he isn’t naked but is instead wearing a rough spun tunic over a pair of loose fitting rough spun pants.

    All around in the background I can hear cries of “Fresh meat tonight!”

    The overseer looks around and growls out, “We are behind schedule so there will be no playing with the new toy until after shift and you have been put in the pens. Anyone who doesn’t keep their mind on work will end up working the next shift and will miss out on the fun.”

    I feel a wetness on my legs. I have peed myself in fear.

    “You!” the overseer snarls at me. “You look pretty useless for digging ore so you will be pulling a shaft cart.”

    Shaft carts are small carts that are used to drag the ore over to the belts which take it to the surface. He pushes me over to a loaded cart and says, “Remember you have to meet your quota or there will be a public punishment at the end of shift.”

    I get between the traces of the cart and lift the front bar. It won’t move, but I push and push until it finally starts moving forward. I am thankful for the muscles that Mistress Elaine has built up in my body. When I get to the belt area, I pull on the front bar to bring the back of the cart over to the dump pan. Then I lift up on the push bar. The ore slides out the back of the cart and rumbles into the chute.

    As I turn to return to the ore face a three-cart bounces into the dump area. A three-cart is exactly that. It is a larger cart that is pushed by three slaves working in tandem. It doesn’t quite hold three times what a single cart holds, but the slaves tire less and are able to move faster and thus make their individual quotas by working together.

    This particular three-cart is pushed by two female slaves. They look like sisters or possibly even twins. I see that they are obviously slaves, but they are not wearing slave collars,

    I reach to my throat. I have no collar. Somehow that makes me feel even more naked. I have been stripped of my collar. There is no Master to protect me. I am just fresh meat for the scum slaves in the lowest level slave pens.

    As the sisters turn to dump their cart, one of them calls out, “Don’t go. They are waiting for you.”

    I stop and stare at them. There is no way I can get away from the men who want to use me. I have no place to hide. “I know,” I wail. “But I can’t stay here. There is no place fresh meat like me can hide in the mines.”

    The other slave says, “Push your cart into the storage area and get between us.”

    “Will that hide me?” I ask.

    The first slave laughs and says, “No, there is no way to hide your strange tattoos, but it will protect you… for now.”

    The second slave runs her hand over my head and says, “I have never seen a tattooed rope before. It is almost as if whoever did that wanted you to stand out down here.”

    “They did,” I said. “They want me buried… and eventually dead.”

    “What’s your number?” one of them asks as we trot back toward the ore face.

    I turn my head and stare at her as I run. Finally I say, “shishi.”

    “Your number?” she almost yells back. “What is your slave number?”

    “97846… I think,” I stammer back.

    “You think?” she sputters. “You had to give that number every morning and every night and every meal since you were sentenced.”

    “I was only sentenced this afternoon,” I say softly.

    “Holy shit!” the other spits out. “Somebody really wanted you buried in a hurry.”

    “What are your numbers?” I ask.

    “I’m 58933,” one of them replies. “She’s 58934. People call us 33 and 34.”

    “We’re sisters,” they said in unison. “We were independent prossies who were forced to do a little thieving on the side to survive.”

    I must look confused because 33 says, “That’s a prostitute not working in an official brothel. After Madame Loretta’s was blown up there was no place to work except for the Moudorae. They had all the official houses. We tried to stay independent, but couldn’t really survive that way. So, we did a little thieving from our customers. Then we made the big mistake of stealing from a member of the founder families.”

    34 shrugs and says, “Ten years in the mines is survivable if you have a sister to watch your back.”

    33 pulls a knife from the side trace of the ore cart and says, “We’ve survived seven years. Only three to go.”

    34 looks at me and says, “The thugs down here fear us because they know that we will kill to protect each other. We will try to protect you, but someone has made it clear that you are nothing but fresh meat. I’m afraid that when they take you back to the deep pens it will be bad for you.”

    We make trip after trip from the ore face to the lift belts. The shift will be over soon and I will be taken to the deep pens. 58933 and 34 are kept in an upper pen. They won’t be able to protect me once the shift is over.

    I look down at my legs. They are covered with dust and sweat. My tattoos are probably invisible now, buried beneath the fine dust of the ore. I feel myself shuddering as I realize that soon I will be just fresh meat for the miners kept overnight in the deep pens. I will probably not live to see the morning.

    Suddenly there is a lot of shouting. Miners are pointing and shoving each other trying to get back into the shadows. Something terrible must be coming down into the mines.

    I hear cries of “It’s her! It is her! She will kill us! She will kill us all!”

    We turn our cart and try to run for the storage areas when I hear a cry of “You three! Stop!”

    33, 34, and I stand there shaking. Then a much more gentle voice says, “Is that you shishi?”

    We turn and I am looking at Madame Loretta and six of Master’s guards. She still has the blaster pistol hanging around her neck, but she is also wearing a multi-colored cloth sash across her body. It is the flag of the Moudorae.

    “I want this slave released to me, now!” she says loudly to the overseer who has stepped up to block her path. Another overseer stands back in the shadows.

    “I am very sorry, but that is not possible, Madame Loretta,” the first man says, bowing slightly to her. “She has been sentenced to the mines as a permanent slave and she must stay here.”

    Madame Loretta pulls a cloth band from her arm that has the same pattern as her sash. She quickly wraps it around my neck like a collar and says, “Then I put her under the protection of the Moudorae and demand that she be housed in the upper pens with the non-permanent slaves until my Master… and hers… can talk to the courts.”

    I find my voice. “They have protected me until now,” I say as firmly as I can, nodding toward 33 and 34. My voice is shaking. “They are now also in danger.”

    33 and 34 both show fear on their faces. I don’t know if they just realized what protecting me may cost them or they are that afraid of Madame Loretta. Madame Loretta pulls two more cloth bracelets from her arm and says loudly, “All three of these slaves are now under the protection of the Moudorae. If you protect them you are a friend to the Moudorae. If you harm them or fail to protect them then you are making yourself an enemy of the Moudorae… and of me!”

    Madame Loretta was nearly shouting as she finished. I have never seen her so angry or so fearsome-looking. For a minute I thought she would start blasting with her pistol. But after staring at the overseers for a few moments, she said firmly, “I speak as a Katillmat. My word is binding on the Moudorae. This slave is protected.” She points to 33 and 34 and adds, “And so are they.”

    As soon as she turns and walks back toward the mine elevator, the overseer comes up to us and says gruffly, “Dump your last load and take the elevator to the upper pens.” He is obviously afraid. He looks around furtively and then says, “Take your three-cart with you. You will be going to a different face tomorrow.”

    “Yes, sir,” 34 says very slowly.

    After the overseer has walked away, she says softly, “I smell a trap.”

    “Would he go against Madame Loretta and the Moudorae?” I ask.

    “If there were something that he feared more,” 33 says softly, “or that was paying him enough.” Then she lifts the push bar and says “Let’s get this load dumped and get up to the upper pens. Might as well get cleaned up and get something to eat before we find out what the overseers have waiting for us.”

    “Don’t forget paying the rent,” 34 adds as we back the cart over to the dump chute.

    “Paying the rent?” I ask.

    “The upper pens,” 33 begins to explain, “are much better than the lower pens. The overseers pretty much keep order so you are safe up there.”

    “But it has a price,” 34 adds. “A couple times a month, we have to fuck the overseers.”

    “Or maybe put on a show for them with one of the male… or female… slaves,” 33 continues. “Everybody pays the rent, but nobody ends up fucked to death like can happen in the lower pens.”

    “Oh,” I say sadly as we push the empty cart into the elevator.

    As we ride up, 33 says, “First we get cleaned up. Then we pay the rent. Then we eat.”

    34 smiles and says almost cheerfully, “Since we are early, we will get first pick on the slop. It’s still just a bowl of greasy stew, but we will be able to get more of the good stuff.”

    “Great,” I say glumly.

    I start to say something else, but the elevator jolts to a stop and 34 says, “We’re home.”

    We pull the cart out of the elevator and push it into the storage area. It is the only cart in there.

    “This level was worked out years ago,” 34 explains. “And this pod is down about as far as the ore extends. I didn’t know they were working any new ore faces. I wonder where they are sending us.”

    “We’ll find out soon enough,” 33 says. “Let’s get a shower and then something to eat.”

    We walk into a small side tunnel. The floor is wet and water is running from the roof through several shower heads. 33 sticks her arm into an open barrel and scoops out a handful of what looks like animal fat or grease.

    “It’s discharge from the food plants,” 34 explains, “but it works as well as soap.”

    “You will learn to shower very quickly,” 33 says as she steps under one of the shower heads and rapidly rubs the grease all over her body, including her hair.

    34 laughs slightly and says, “You can be even faster since you don’t have any hair.”

    I reach up and touch my naked scalp. I must have sobbed out loud because 33 quickly says, “Sorry. We didn’t think.”

    “That’s OK,” I say. “It is what is.”

    As soon as I step under the water, I realize why 33 said I would shower quickly. The water is almost freezing. I feel my nipples get rock hard as the water chills my body.

    33 reaches over and rubs her hands over my back and on down my legs. “We have to help each other get clean,” she says quickly. I see that she and 34 are also doing each other’s backs.

    As I quickly finish and step out of the water, 33 says, “One more thing.” She had evidently scooped up a small amount of the fat in her hand. She presses her fingers between my asscheeks and pushes some of the fat into my ass.

    “Just in case they want the back door,” she says as I gasp. I notice that she and 34 had both prepared themselves in the same fashion with some of the fat.

    As we walk out of the shower area 34 says, “The water is pump water from below the mines. They divert some of it to the shower rooms.”

    “Our pen is on the top level,” 33 says, “so we get to use it first. Our drains are the next level’s shower heads. By the time it gets down to the deep pens, you are washing off dirt with dirt.”

    “Oh,” I say. “No wonder people refer to the deep pits as the bottom level of hell.”

    “That’s not the only reason,” 34 says harshly.

    “You are back early,” a gruff voice calls out. It is one of the pen overseers.

    “We were ordered to bring our cart up early,” 33 promptly responds. “We are supposed to be sent to a new ore face tomorrow.”

    “New ore face?” the overseer says with a confused look on his face. “There are no new ore faces. There won’t be until the dome is finished on settlement area twenty-three. I’m sure they haven’t put down any shafts over there yet.”

    “We were ordered,” 34 says firmly. “We didn’t ask questions.”

    “Well,” he says, “since you’re early… and since there are three of you… we might as well collect your rent.”

    Two other overseers step forward.

    I don’t know why I do it, but I step between them and the sisters and say, “I am… was… a pleasure slave. I can pay the rent for all three of us. I am very good. I promise you it will be something you will remember for a long time.”

    “A pleasure slave, eh,” one of the other overseers says with a crooked leer. “I’ve never had a pleasure slave service me.”

    “Whatever you want,” I reply. “Who wants to go first?”

    “What if we all go at the same time?” the third overseer says. There is something odd about his voice, but I can’t figure what it is.

    “I’ve done two,” I say. “Three just means getting my mouth in the right place.” Maybe my deep throat training will finally be put to use.

    The third overseer laughs and says, “Let’s get over by the fire.”

    The three overseers pull their tunics up over their heads. I gasp as I see the breasts on the third overseer. It is a woman. When she drops her pants and puts them on one of the tables, I see that she is bare between the legs.

    “Yes,” she says with a strange smile. “I started out here as a slave. When my sentence was up, they offered me a position as an overseer. It was better than anything I could get topside.”

    She then said forcefully, “Frank, on your back, you can have her ass. You like that.”

    The overseer she called Frank lays down on the ground face up. His prick was already stiff and sticking straight up into the air. I straddle him and slowly lower myself down. Once my rosebud is lined up with his prick, he pulls me forcefully down. I am thankful for the grease between my cheeks.

    “Now lay back,” the female overseer says brusquely. “Frank can play with your tits while we do this.”

    I lay myself flat on my back on Frank’s stomach and he immediately begins to maul my breasts and pinch my nipples.

    “Jamie,” she says tersely, “you get her cunt… and you can play with my tits while she tongues me.” Her voice becomes almost angry as she says, “But don’t start anything until I say so.”

    “Yes, Ma’am,” Jamie says. There is no doubt about who is in charge in the upper slave pens.

    Jamie clumsily kneels between my legs and pushes himself in. I wish I had used a little grease on the front side, but my body quickly adapts and I grow wet.

    “Now,” the female overseer says, “let’s see if this pleasure slave has been tongue trained.”

    Actually, I haven’t. But I know what to do. She squats over my face and I tilt my head so that my tongue can reach her slit. As soon as I start lapping she says, “That’s nice.” She almost purrs for a moment or two and then says, “OK, boys, you can start.”

    Frank starts bouncing beneath me, driving his prick into my ass. He can’t move very much, but Jamie makes up for it ramming into my cunt and pushing me up and down on Frank’s prick. Meanwhile I am lapping and sucking on the female overseer’s cunt.

    I can feel her juices starting to flow down on my face. She smells bittersweet. It isn’t really unpleasant, but it isn’t very appealing. I wonder what her home planet is. The strange things you think of while you are sucking a woman off.

    Frank is now just holding on to my breasts, but Jamie is really mauling the female’s. She is starting to keen slightly and I speed up my lapping. Frank has already grunted loudly and spurted into my ass. Jamie is speeding up his thrusts and I can feel the twitching in his prick which means that he is close.

    Maybe I have been trained. I reach up and close my mouth totally over the overseer’s clit and suck hard like Master did to me that last night we were together.

    Jamie spurts into my cunt and the female overseer screams and shudders in orgasm. When she regains control she says, “That’s the first time I’ve really gone like that in years. I think I am going to like having you around.”

    As we untangle ourselves, she says, “Help yourself to supper. And I won’t check how much you put in your bowls.”

    33, 34, and I hurry over to the table where several large pots of greasy stew are sitting. “The trick,” 33 says, “is to fill from one pot and put the crappy pieces into the other.” She then demonstrated by using a ladle to fill her bowl and then using her spoon to flip really bad looking chunks of meat back into the other pot. After three or four cycles, she had a bowl of decent-looking stew. If this is how it always went, the people at the end of the line would get really nasty food. But that seems to be the way everything works here in the mines.

    We go over to the corner and squat down to eat. We each have a small metal cup of water to go with our stew. “Thanks for paying the rent,” 34 says as we eat.

    “Thanks for saving my life,” I reply.

    While we are eating, I ask, “Can you tell me Madame Loretta’s story?”

    34’s face goes blank for a moment and then she says slowly and softly, “Do you really want to know?”

    “Yes,” I say. I’m not really sure that is true, but this may be the only chance I will ever have of hearing the story.

    “I especially want to know how… or why… she can call Master just ‘Karl.’”

    33 laughs and says, “That’s the easiest part to explain. “Madame Loretta and Karl played together as children. Loretta’s mother was a free slave in the house of Burcroft who remained as an employee when her term in indenture was complete. No form of slavery is hereditary on Farpost so Loretta grew up a free woman. But she wanted to give women a chance to make a living without selling themselves into slavery or even pledging as a free slave. Thus– with Karl’s help– she started The House of Free Women.”

    34 continues the story. “The House of Free Women was basically a whore house with free women. Very high class. The Moudorae didn’t like that, though. The public face of the Moudorae is a ‘Union of Unions’ so they have a mutually beneficial relationship with the official government of the planet. They run almost all of the brothels on Farpost and use women who sell themselves into slavery to save their families or whatever. Madame Loretta paid her “taxes” to the Moudorae like every other business person on Farpost, but she was giving the women another option and that was seen as a threat to the Moudorae. They wanted to force her out of business.

    “They told Madame Loretta that she had to sell her brothel… and the women who worked there… to them. She, of course, refused. One of the local Captains of the Moudorae told her that if she didn’t sell they would kill her and all the girls. Madame Loretta began accepting explosives as payment from the miners who came to her place. These were the higher-level skilled miners who know how to set the explosives. Under Madame Loretta’s direction, they rigged the whole house so that it could be detonated from a secret safe room dug deep into the bedrock beneath the house.”

    33 holds up her hands and interrupts. “One night, the Moudorae encircled the house and tell all the clients to leave. All do except two civilians– distant relatives of the founders– who hide in a storage room on the second floor because they do not want to be discovered at a whore house.

    “Once the clients are all gone, the Moudorae attack. Their intent was to kill everyone in the house. But when they storm the house, they find it empty, and before they can leave, the house blows up killing all of them… and the two members of the founder’s family. The authorities would not have cared about the Moudorae, but because of the death of the two founders they threaten to bring in the Space Militia and clean up the planet.

    “Madame Loretta knew that would mean the death of many innocent people, so she told what had happened. When the authorities wanted the name of the man who had started it all, she gave the name of the sub-lieutenant who had actually led the raid. She also said that she regretted not going to the Captain because she would have learned that this was not an action sanctioned by the Moudorae. She said that so there would be no vendetta against the women who worked for her.

    “The Moudorae were impressed with her bravery– or perhaps treachery– and the fact that she shielded the Captain responsible. They named her a Katillmat, which translates to “man of honor” in the language of the planet of origin for the Moudorae. What it means on Farpost is a man who has done a great service for the Moudorae, is under their protection, and can call upon them for favors.

    “Madame Loretta was sentenced to death, but the Moudorae got the sentence commuted to permanent slavery. Master Karl, who owned the land on which the house was built, claimed her in reparations for the loss of the house, etc. In fact, though, he had given her the land and the house, but that was kept secret so the police would not come up with some excuse to seize the house.”

    34 smiles at me and says, “And that is why nobody messes with Madame Loretta.”

    I swallow hard and try to smile. 33 looks over at the door and says flatly, “Oh, oh. That looks like trouble.”

    One of the overseers from below is standing in the doorway. “Change of plans,” he says tersely. “They need another three-cart at the new pod. You will be pulling a double shift hauling dust for the dome under construction. Take cross-shaft fifteen to the surface elevator and report to Gerald. I will join you shortly.”

    “What’s he saying?” I ask nervously as soon as he walks away.

    “They are building another city pod,” 33 says almost angrily. “The inner dome isn’t finished. The outer dome and inner domes are in place, but it needs at least thirty feet of ore dust packed on top of the inner dome before it is safe in the daytime. All the construction has to be at night when the radiation is lowest. They scrape the dust off the surface and spread it out on the surface of the inner dome with lifter belts. Once the full dome is complete, they will start carving out a true city pod. They will also sink new shafts and extend the mine tunnels under it.”

    The second overseer from the lower levels is now in the doorway. “Get your asses in gear,” he yells. “That dust won’t move itself.”

    “Coming,” we all say in unison.

    As we walk toward the storage area to retrieve the three-cart, 34 says, “A lot of accidents happen during dome construction.”

    33 huffs and says, “Some of them are even real accidents.”

    After that we walk in silence toward cross-shaft fifteen.

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    END OF CHAPTER NINE

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    The true rulers of this world, the credit card companies, have made it almost impossible to sell books with true BDSM themes. Erotic publishers will soon be a thing of the past. So I have pulled all of my books from the one publisher that I had left, and have decided to share them with my on-line followers.


  • Ch. 50 – The Orgy Continues – Finale

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    Four whores & two guys have an orgy on a big boat.

    Chapter 50:

    The Orgy Continues – Part 2

    We collectively took a break as Steve freshened our drinks. After he passed them around, he produced a coke tray with at least a dozen lines set up. By the time it got passed around and got to me, there was only one line left. As Steve busied himself restocking the tray, Stacey nuzzled up to me sitting on the couch. With a tantalizing look in her eye, she grabbed one of her massive boobs and shoved it into my mouth. No question what to do.

    I started working on her protruding nipple, sucking and nibbling at it as I tried to get my lips around her large areolas. She had her hand on my cock, stroking it slowly as I made out with her big boobs. Not satisfied with how fast things were progressing, she stood up and commanded me to lie on the floor. When I did so, she quickly mounted me, holding my cock in position to enter her. As it slid into her sloppy cunt she started talking dirty to me.

    “Oh, God, Yes, Sailor. First cock I’ve had in my pussy today. It feels wonderful. Yes…slide it in and out, fuck me, fuck me. I love the feeling of having you fill my hole with your rod. I want you to fuck me silly. Have your way with me, my cunt’s all yours.” She rocked up and down on my dick and let me hold her bountiful ass as I pumped my cock in and out of her hole, pounding the shit out of her.

    As she was sitting on top, my dick up her pussy, Carmen intervened and, facing Stacey, lowered her fuckbox down onto my face. She started making out with Stacey as Stacey massaged Carmen’s tits. I grabbed Carmen’s hips as she slowly started rubbing her wet hole up and down on my face. I tried to concentrate on her clit, doing my best to suck and nibble on it as she washed my face with her sloppy cunt.

    Carmen was now groaning as Stacey sucked on her boobs and nipples. “Shit! What feelings! I love it, I LOVE it!” It didn’t take long for Carmen to start quivering, her legs vibrating as she had the first of her orgasms of the evening. “Oh my God, Holy Fuck, Yes Yessss!” she cried out. Her orgasm washed over my face, dripping down onto the floor.

    Carmen dismounted to collapse on the floor next to us as Stacey continued bouncing up and down on my hard dick. Soon, she bent forward, her big boobs squashed on my chest, and started power fucking me. She slammed her crotch down hard on my rod, over and over. She was going to town, riding my cock. Finally, she sat bolt upright, screamed out “OH, FUCK IT!! I’M CUMMING!!” She slammed her twat down hard getting my whole dick inside and let out three streams of piss. She wiggled her hips, pumped it in and out a few more times and dismounted, satisfied for the moment.

    My senses regained, I saw Steve having fun with Liz and Candy. Candy was on the couch on her knees, her chest on the couch; Liz was standing behind her, also bent over, with her chest on Candy’s back. This presented Steve with both sluts’ backsides, four holes exposed for his delight. He was taking turns going from top to bottom. First fucking Liz’s ass, then her pussy. Then moving down to Candy’s asshole, then her pussy. Then he’d repeat this going upwards.

    First, I visited the coke tray, satisfying myself with several lines. Then I stepped over to the couch, tapped Steve on the shoulder and nudged him out of the way. I took over where he left off.

    These whores were nasty. After Steve’s generous cock had gotten them lubed up, their skanky holes were gaping, dripping, wanting more and more cock. There was cum juice draining out of Liz’s ass, Candy’s cunt was awash, dripping with her sex fluids. I couldn’t believe my good fortune! Four nasty holes to fuck, all at once!! And I had a rock hard cock, eager to enjoy the bounty.

    My brain was fueled by coke, sex cravings, the need to cum, the view of these sloppy holes. The skanks were tightening and loosening their holes, squeezing out more pussy and cum juice; it was dripping everywhere.

    Like Steve, I just started at the top and worked my way down. First Liz’s asshole, then her pussy. Gaping wide open and fully lathered up, her holes were easy to fuck.

    I’d take a dozen strokes in each of Liz’s holes, then moved down to Candy’s tight little anus. I lingered there, started pounding it hard.

    Candy’s butthole held a special place in my sexual repertoire. Her tight asshole gripped my dick like a vice, not wanting to let it out. I never made it all the way down to her cunt. I rammed my cock deep into her ass and pumped out an enormous load. It took four or five spasms before my junk felt satisfied, then I stroked him in and out a few more times before he started softening up.

    I collapsed on the couch as the girls wiped their equipment, getting it ready for whatever was next. I noticed Steve, lying on the floor, Carmen straddling him, fucking him savagely. Stacey was in the chair, having found a vibrator somewhere, legs spread wide, using it on her clit. She’d alternately push it up her snatch, then back to her clit. Her expression and her moans said it all. She was enjoying herself immensely.

    After a few minutes of watching Carmen’s plump little body sliding up and down on Steve’s dick, I stroked my man up enough to perform again. I stepped over to Steve and Carmen, stood in front of Carmen and grabbed her head, while pushing my cock into her mouth. Steve, seeing me start fucking Carmen’s mouth, grabbed her hips and started pumping his cock up and down into her cunt. I was doing the same thing to her sloppy mouth, banging it hard, showing no mercy. Carmen had all she could handle with Steve pounding her from below and me power fucking her throat.

    Steve cried out “Holy Fuck, oh shit, here I cum, you’ve got me, here I cum!” With that, he shot his wad into her cunt. I kept pounding her mouth until I felt my own orgasm building. Shortly, l, too, unloaded my jism, mine in her mouth.

    All of us just lay around, sexually sated for the moment. We were each feeling warm and fuzzy, each of us glowing in the aftermath of such sexual escapades. Steve finally got up and poured more drinks for everybody. He took a moment to refill the coke tray. He left the drinks and tray on the bar.

    We all gathered around and, as each of us bent over the coke tray, filling our noses with the potent white powder, the others would fondle our privates. Stacey was first and, as she snorted her lines, the others were grabbing her oversized boobs, clutching her ass, rubbing her luscious body. Then it was Steve’s turn. As he took the straw, Liz got on her knees and took his limp cock in her mouth while the others caressed his butt cheeks and cupped his balls. This went on, each of us getting manhandled as we enjoyed the potent white powder. Soon we were all sitting, drinks in hand again.

    Once our drinks were emptied, Steve called out an idea. “How about you four girls line up on your knees. Get a good mouthfucking before we call it a night, what say?” The girls all looked at one another, giggled seductively and lined up on the floor, on their knees.

    Steve and I got in front of them and went down the line, poking our cocks into each girls mouth. We followed each other along, going from one wet mouth to the next. I noticed that while Steve had his cock in the last girls mouth, me standing next to him with my dick in the next sluts mouth, the first two girls were turned and making out with each other. Lots of breasts being groped as they made out with each other, waiting for the next cock to materialize.

    Afterwards, we all sat down for one last nightcap. I spoke first. “Steve, a lot of thanks to you for hosting us on your yacht. It’s a beauty but I must admit that it doesn’t hold a candle to the beauty sitting right here. Ladies, you have made this old Sailor’s night one to remember! Here, here!!” I raised my glass in toast and they all responded “Here, here!” I continued “Just for the record, I extend on open invitation to each of you to hit me up any time, I really mean any time, you have an urge.” They all nodded in agreement and chugged their drinks.


  • Niece’s Cherry-29 Melissa Becomes a Full-Fledged Clam Bunny

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    Uncle Dave fucks Melissa, and makes her the newest member of the Clam Bunny soccer club. She readily embraces her role.

    Saturday morning and the girls all received text from Nicole. Ping. ‘Ladies, Teen Soccer Sluts National wants to do a quick game day photo shoot before our match today. Meet in the courtyard of the hotel in an hour. Pink heels, pink g-strings, white soccer uniform tops. Pink head bands. Be prepared to give a slutty look for our subscribers.’

    We went downstairs, and took the elevator to the private entrance to the courtyard area behind the hotel. The girls wore their warm up jackets to conceal the fact that they were wearing little else. They turned a few heads in the lobby as they entered the private elevator entrance. Several men were eyeing their legs and toes, their attention drawn their direction from the ‘clack clack’ sound of the heels striking the tile floor as they walked to the elevator.

    Leslie and Abby turned to see several guys staring. Both of them winked, smiled, and struck a quick pose, extending one leg out, flexing their foot, and prominently displaying their pink toes. They held it there for a moment, just long enough for all four guys to take a quick photo on their phones.

    “Save it to your camera roll, loves. You can enjoy it tonight!” Abby said as they all entered the elevator. She smiled at the other girls, and said, “Now, that’s how you do it, Ladies! Show off your sexiness, exude a bit of slutty vibes, and leave them desiring so much more.”

    As they exited the elevator to the courtyard, the scene before them looked like a miniature futbol field, complete with a goal, and a few small portable sideline benches. Teen Soccer Sluts National was an expert at creating the right visual backdrops for their photo shoots each month. This was mere child’s play of a venue for their skills to replicate an authentic soccer scene.

    The director said, “Welcome, Ladies, and good morning to each of you. All of you are so fucking gorgeous and extremely sexy! Since adding the Clam Bunnies to our portfolio, our sub***********ions for monthly picture files, as well as for video clips has more than tripled! Thank you, ladies! We are extremely appreciative of your beauty, your sluttiness, and your willingness to be role models for so many young ladies.”

    They all buzzed with excitement at hearing just how much they had influenced the soccer slut world already, and were happy to know that they were the reason for increased exposure to their brand of soccer across so many regions.

    The director had all of them pose for a group shot, with a close up of their pedicured toes on game balls, legs slightly spread just enough to show a tiny bit of their now slightly open cunts. A few more shots were taken with then posing bent over the goal, showing their pink rosebuds, while looking back at the camera.

    He had the girls break off into groups of three, and position themselves into love triangles, each girl’s face nearly kissing another teammate’s pussy, all with their feet prominently posed within view. Then came shots of the girls each sucking one another’s toes and licking their soles within the heels being worn.

    They took off their jerseys, pulled off the g-strings, and gave each triangle member an up close tongue licking while the cameras flashed, and the video ran. When it was all finished, the director told them, “That was great ladies. And I know that some of you weren’t quite finished yet, so we will keep the door locked for about thirty minutes so each of you can finish what you started with each other. This particular shoot will be uploaded within a couple of hours to our site, and is called “Game Day Preparation-Clam Bunny Style”. The videos will be available for download as well. If you receive private messages through the inbox site, we have pre-signed pics that you can point and click on, and send to each of your fans that request a pic from this shoot. We will make sure that there are plenty of the toe sucking and foot licking shots available. Those are very popular. I’ll be back in half and hour.”

    Several of the girls went back to their threesome lick fests with each other. Chloe had partnered up with Debra and Gina, and was loving the taste of both of the new recruits young cunts. She had Debra’s tongue buried deep inside her, while she was fucking Gina’s slit with reckless abandon. Chloe said, “Ummmmm! Debra! Oh god, make me cum, Debra! Lick my cunt juice, baby!”

    She then went back to working Gina’s slit. Debra had Gina’s head locked between her legs, face down into her pussy, and Gina was flicking Debra’s love button furiously with her tongue. All three of them began to cum almost simultaneously.

    Meanwhile, Emily, Beth, and Susie were each sucking each other’s toes like lollipops, taking each pink toe into their mouths, and running their tongues over it, licking the smooth slick pink nails, running their tongue in between each toe, and giving tongue love to every digit. They had managed to figure out a way to get two fingers into each other’s fuck box at the same time and were busily finger banging their teammate’s pussies.

    Emily said, “Take off your heel, Susie. Let’s all take off one heel. Susie, put your big toe into my pussy and foot fuck me. Beth, put my big toe into your cunt. Put yours into Susie. Let’s toe fuck each other till we cum!”

    All three of them couldn’t get their heels off fast enough, and into each other’s pussy fast enough. Soon, all three of them were getting fucked by a gorgeous, chrome pink big toe in their cunt. Emily then said, “Ready for two, girls? I am. Give me two! Then put your whole foot in my pussy, Susie! Fuck me with your foot, baby.”

    Susie gently inserted her entire foot into Emily’s more than willing pussy, and began to move it in and out of her. She would wiggle her big toe when it was in her cunt, sending Emily into waves of sexual euphoria. Emily and Beth did the same with the feet, putting all five toes into the cunt they were screwing initially with just one toe.

    They all three began to moan and scream loudly, hitting a climax induced by foot fucking. When all of them had finished, they pulled their cum-drenched toes out of the fucked pussy, and put it up to their partner’s mouth. She took the cunt-honey coated foot, and softly and lovingly licked all of her own juices from it, running her tongue in between each toe, sucking the nectar from each toe, and then gently kissing each pink nail.

    They gave each other smiles of contented joy. Most of the other girls on the team had also finished up their pussy eating, and toe sucking, and tit loving sessions with each other. The director came back in and said, “Ladies, we got lots of that on film from our stationary cameras. Fantastic! And nothing ***********ed. Just pure, un-rehearsed girl on girl soccer sex! Amazing! Good luck this afternoon!”

    Chloe and Abby said, “Girls, that was so fucking hot! And we created some more team chemistry and trust. Now, let’s go out and kick some fucking ass this afternoon! I want to get back here and have a go with Daddy again tonight!”

    They put on their jackets, and went back up to the lobby. Getting on to the elevator to their rooms, several heads again turned to stare at them. Kimmy said, “Hey, guys, our matches are a 11:00 and 3:00 this afternoon. Come watch. We’ll be wearing our light pink and it’s hot outside, so there will be lots of sweaty spots for you to enjoy on all of us. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get to taste some of our sweaty spots between matches.” She smiled and winked. All the rest of them did as well.

    We arrived at the stadium at 9:30 a.m. for the semi-final match. The girls had won both matches yesterday, setting up the semi-final clash this morning. A win would put us in the finals at 3:00 against our main rivals, “Spirit and Fire”. They had only beaten us once, two years ago in a non-league sanctioned match, so technically, we still were undefeated, but that loss still pissed off the girls who remained on the roster, and they took great delight in scoring as many as they could every time we faced them.

    This would be special though, since it was the inaugural championship of this tournament. Tony had set it up just like Nicole had negotiated, and our girls knew they had to play hard this match, but still leave a lot in the tank for those bitches.

    A huge crowd of fans greeted us upon arrival. The girls got out of the bus, wearing their white “Clam Bunnies” shirt, tight pink shorts, and black heels. All of them had done their makeup and lips before leaving the hotel, ensuring they looked the part for the fans and media. They posed for a few selfies, gave a few hugs to the young teenage girls present, kissed a few daddies on the cheek, and took a few questions from the regular media personnel.

    Media: Chloe, this match puts your team in a position to meet Spirit and Fire yet again. How are you and the girls facing that pressure?

    Chloe: It’s not much pressure, really. We have to focus on this opponent first or we won’t get the opportunity to defeat Spirit and Fire again, like we have several times already.

    She made it a point to throw in that dig to them.

    Media: Kimmy, You weren’t with the Bunnies the last time Spirit and Fire defeated your squad. Are you ready for that atmosphere?

    Kimmy: We are ready for anything today. We have to win this one first though. Then we will focus on them. Ladies present, always focus on what’s important at the moment, because otherwise you might not be able to deal with the other stuff later. Stay focused and keep things in perspective.

    The girls and moms in audience cheered.

    Media: Nicole, there’s been some speculation that several girls on your team have, well, let’s just say, ‘very special relationships’ with their dads or other male family members. Is that true? And how does an allegation of incest effect your brand?

    And the shoe just dropped. I was silent. The girls gave no reaction, which was good. They stood stone faced, not willing to give anyone the satisfaction to any of this information. They let Nicole handle it. And she did, perfectly.

    Nicole: First of all, our brand is all about family, love, and support for each other. We encourage all family members to fully embrace and support their daughters in their endeavors. Daddies have very special bonds with their daughters from the day they are born. And that is wonderful. Other male family members also become very close to the daughters in the family. It is instinctive. It is a way to protect them from outside harm, and to help them to become independent and strong ladies.

    “Girls, love your dads, your uncles, and your brothers. They care for you deeply. They are your support network in reaching higher goals. Let them be that for you. Daddies, love your daughters like only you can. Uncles, brothers, the same. Family is essential to success. And family is whoever loves you. Our brand will always stand for that. No further questions as we have an opponent to take care of.”

    Nicole walked away from the mic, and the girls went to the locker room to change into their game uniforms.

    “Uncle Dave, I want that guy banned from all further contact with our club. He gets no more access. He can have a sheet of quotes that we release to the general media pool over the wire. But he gets no more interviews. Replace him with another media outlet.” Nicole was a bit pissed off.

    “Ladies, we have a job to do right now. Go out and do it. I will handle the issue. Don’t worry about anything. We have a trophy to win. Go get it! This one, then the finals! Love you all!” She gave the girls a huge group hug.

    The girls kicked the dog shit out of their semi-final opponent, 14-3. They were taking out their indignation, for one thing, but also getting the message sent to Spirit and Fire that they were not fucking around this afternoon. They were out for blood.

    “Great job ladies,” I told them afterwards. Now, we have a couple of hours before the finals. They have to play back to back. You make sure to thank Tony for the bracket assist. All of you! After we hoist the trophy. Now, get a bit of rest and be ready in 90 minutes to warm up. We will wear these same light pinks for the next match.” I was so happy for them, and knew that they would all take care of Tony afterwards.

    Tony approached me and said, “Bro, that was great! Nice win! And I got your club right where I want them to be to make this tournament a huge hit! Thanks, man! And Melissa can’t wait for tonight. She told me that Nicole literally eat her pussy to death Thursday night! She said it was fucking fantastic, and can’t wait to have your dick inside her later tonight!”

    “Yeah, and Melissa does taste fantastic! I could taste her on Nicole’s lips and tongues early yesterday morning when I got back to the room. Yummy! And trust me, you are going to get the absolute best fuck of your life tonight, I guarantee it! Not sure who’s getting their brains fucked out more, you or Nicole. That niece of my can fuck like a minx! I only regret not fucking her sooner than I did. Enjoy her!” I told Tony.

    Kimmy and Emily had wandered off from the rest of the girls, and found two of the guys from the hotel lobby earlier. They approached them, saying, “So, you like sweaty pussy? We have a few minutes if both of you want to sample ours?”

    Both of them agreed. They went behind the main ticket office building, in a secluded alcove. Emily and Kimmy both pulled off their jerseys, and stripped out of their game shorts. Their g-strings were soaked with perspiration, and their cunts were slick with sweat and pussy juice residue.

    Derrick said, “Cleats off. We want to see those gorgeous pink toes of yours when we cum in you. You do know that’s one of the most favorite things all the guys and daddies love about seeing all of you right? All of you always have your toes polished so beautifully, and none of you are afraid to show them off. Or your cunts barely covered up. So fucking hot!”

    Eddie added, “Yeah, my dad said the other day that he wished he had a daughter that was a gorgeous as any of you girls. He said he was fuck her every single night if he did. And he would love to put a baby into her too! Just like Nicole did with Uncle Dave. God, that’s so fucking hot!”

    Kimmy said, “So you guys must be VIP subscribers to Daddy’s Soccer Sluts, Inc. then? Because that’s the only outlet that gets all our filthy, taboo, debauchery content. And our real life encounters.”

    “Yeah, both of our dads are, and we have their passwords so we can get to all that VIP Only access stuff. God damn! All of you are so real daddy loving soccer sluts! That video of Abby and her dad fucking each other!! Shit! So hot! I jerked off to that one like dozens of times already, and it was just uploaded the other day right after you girls got into town.” Derrick smiled, stroking his cock.

    Kimmy bent over, as did Emily. They exposed their willing cunts for both guys, and Kimmy said, “So, do you want us to call you ‘Daddy’ while you fuck your little girl’s soccer pussy between matches?”

    Eddie said, “Damn right, baby girl. Daddy needs to fuck your little pussy to help you stay loose for your next match in a little while. Come here, Princess!”

    Kimmy scooted back a bit, and Eddie put his cock into her cunt. Derrick did the same with Emily. Both girls moaned and cooed with fulfilled pleasure at being fucked by stranger guy cocks, in public. Neither of them had ever been fucked in a public place before, not even by their daddies. This was new kind of joy that they both were loving.

    “Daddy! Ummmm, Daddy!! You fuck your little angel so good, Daddy! I promise I’ll play my best, Daddy! Just put your cum in me to give me a boost of energy!” Emily said as Derrick pounded her doggy style, her ass cheeks clapping up against his balls.

    Kimmy said, “Daddy!! Daddy!! Oh Daddy!! I’m glad Mommy didn’t come with you! Fuck your princess like you always do, Daddy! Umm, fuck my little princess cunt, Daddy!”

    Both of them continued to fuck the pussy they were buried in, looking down at both girls’ pink toes. Derrick said, “Baby, you always keep your toes so pretty for Daddy! You know they make me cum when you have them polished so pretty!”

    “I know, Daddy. I know how much you love cumming in me when admiring your little girl’s pedicure,” Emily said while Derrick was about ready to shoot his load into her.

    Eddie said, “Kimmy honey, Daddy is going to cum, baby. Let me see your pretty toes! They’re so pretty! Your pussy is always so tight, sweetie! Ummmm!”

    Both of them let out grunts and moans as their spunk shot deep into Emily’s and Kimmy’s fuck tunnels, respectively. They gave the girls a few more hard thrusts, shooting the last few streams of their seed into their cunts, then pulled out of them.

    Kimmy said, “Damn! That was so hot! God damn! You fucked me good, Eddie! I’ll be your daughter anytime you want it when we’re in town. Oh, and here’s my special code for a free full-length video of me fucking my daddy. It will be uploaded in a couple of weeks. He fucks my ass in this, and he polishes my toes for me as well!”

    Emily told Derrick, “That was fucking great, Derrick! What type of video do you want see of me?”

    He said, “I want one of you giving your daddy a foot job, then he cums all over your toes, then he fucks you, giving you a cream pie. Do you have one like that?”

    Emily smiled, and said, “I have several that will be uploaded in a few weeks. We are doing final edits on them. What color do you want my toes? I have one with baby pink, one with white, one with French, one with candy apple red, and one with deep burgundy. And my toes will be in full view of the entire shot the whole time. That’s the editing they are going to do. I still have to do three of them fully but Daddy and I are filming them this next week.”

    Derrick said, “Well, since I’ve already fucked you with your pink toes, how about the one with burgundy toes? That color screams sexy slut!”

    “You got it, dear. That’s one we are going to do this coming week. But here’s the VIP passcode to access that folder when it’s done. The full video, Daddy sucking my toes, glazing my toes and giving me a cream pie. Also, an entire set of still shots as well. Each one with my toes being seen, and my pussy, or tits, or face. Keep checking back and when it’s uploaded, save then entire file to your hard drive,” Emily told him.

    “You girls let guys download the files to their hard drives? Most sites don’t let you do that. You have to save it to their site and can’t put it on your own,” Eddie said.

    Kimmy replied, ‘Yeah, that was one of Nicole’s conditions for the sponsorship. Guys had to be able to download the files to their own hard drives once they paid the VIP Access fee, as well as paid the fee to access any girl’s individual content. That’s why there are two fees, and why it costs a fuck ton. You get the site’s videos and pics, but you can also get exclusive individual content as well. The software won’t pemit you to share it with anyone after you save it. It’s a one time only download, and not able to be saved again elsewhere. But yeah, she wanted to make sure that Daddies, and other guys had access to jerk off, and use our content with minimal issues.”

    “Awesome! Daddy was bitching about the cost, but I’ll let him know why it’s so expensive. I’m going to offer to help him pay for it now that I know what we can find on it! I love reading and seeing incest shit involving daddies and daughters. And soccer girls and their feet!” Eddie said.

    Emily added, “And we also are featured in the other affiliated sites as well, and you get all sorts of really really taboo shit on those. I mean, like super triple x shit with daddies, daughters, brothers, sisters, mommies, uncles, cousins, etc. And it’s all real shit too. Not actors. So, yeah, we are trying to change the incest game completely!”

    They got dressed and went back to the team locker room. Nicole said, “Where did you two run off to? I was worried. We have to get ready soon, girls.”

    “It’s ok, Nicole. We were doing some, shall we say, ‘brand ambassador’ outreach? We just probably acquired at least two VIP subscribers to Daddy’s Soccer Sluts, Inc., and definitely to Family Love, Daddy Daughter Monthy, and Teen Soccer Sluts National!

    And, they will likely add our personal webpage video and pic file sites as well. And probably share that info with their buddies. They loved fucking us while looking at our pink toes. We have all got to make more content that keeps our feet in view during the entire time, no matter if it’s a blow job, a hand job, a fuck, a doggy style, an ass fuck, whatever! Those toes have got to be in there. These guys said that it what makes this incest stuff so much hotter! Seeing daddy fucking his daughter, but also giving his little girl’s feet the love and adoration they deserve!” Emily was so excited.

    “Well, you are correct, ladies. That’s what drives things for sure. That’s why we dress the way we do, and why we always show off our feet and toes for all the daddies, brothers, and uncles. Ok, time to get ready to kick some ass!”

    The first half found the girls in a 0-0 deadlock, despite both teams having two PK attempts for cheap shots to each other. Early in the second half, Monica received a red card and was tossed. Fuck! We were now a girl down the rest of the match. But, I couldn’t blame Monica. Her opponent had it coming. Monica clipped her from behind, at full speed.

    “Sweetie, what did you do that for,” I asked as she came to the bench, pissed off and angry.

    She said, “Uncle Dave, that bitch deserved it! She said, ‘I bet you don’t fuck Mike as good as I would if I had the chance!’ So I told her, ‘Fuck you bitch! At least my brother WANTS to fuck me! Yours would rather jerk off into his sock every night!’ That’s why she shoved me so hard, so decided to try and take her out! You see she went off limping, right? Fucking bitch!”

    I told her, “Honey, you can’t let those comments get to you. It’s not our brand or identity. But I understand, and you’re right. After seeing her, I can see why her brother wouldn’t want to fuck her. Hell, I wouldn’t fuck her either if she were my daughter.” We both laughed.

    It stayed deadlocked until the last two minutes of the match, with Leslie getting a pass from Emily, and firing it between two defenders, and past goalie. The girls were celebrating wildly. I had to get them re-focused. Spirit and Fire pulled their goalie, and attacked 11-9, with our goalie in the box. They took a shot, it was blocked. Kimmy kicked it down the field. Time ran out.

    The girls had just won the Inaugural Championship of Tony’s tournament! They dogpiled in front of the goal box, hugging, and cheering. When the pile cleared, Tony presented them with the trophy, his niece Melissa by his side, holding his hand and smiling.

    He presented the trophy to me, I handed it to Nicole. She said, “This belongs to all of you, Ladies! You earned it! So proud of you! Clam Bunnies are Champions!”

    She then turned to the cameras, and said, “Girls, always focus on your dreams. Keep them in sight and work hard. The Clam Bunnies are rooting for all of you every single day!”

    The girls continued the celebration in the dressing room. I went in, and Tony accompanied me. I locked the door to keep out any visitors or unsuspecting media.

    The girls were all in various states of undress and didn’t bother to stop as I came into their area. They were used to being naked around me, as I had fucked all them numerous times since taking over as head coach. They actually took pleasure in me being in their midst when they undressed, most of them hastening the process a bit faster almost every single time.

    “Girls, you did a great job! I am very proud of you. Tony made it happen with the brackets, giving you a chance to get the trophy, but to also give his tournament instant credibility with a quality finals match up. Take a few moments to show Tony your appreciation.”

    The girls all lined up in front of him, fully naked. Lori said, “Abby and Chloe, as captains, you both go last so you can get the good stuff! Line up girls. Tony, we want to thank you for the great tournament you hosted! It was fantastic! So, we hope we are just as fantastic!”

    Each girl then took Tony’s cock into their mouth, and gave him a nice, slow, steady blowjob for several minutes, as he stood there, holding each girl’s head gently against his cock as her freshly glossed lips wrapped themselves around his tool.

    They savored his shaft for several minutes each, in essence giving me a mini-edging session for the final explosion that their captains, Abby and Chloe would share. They gently stroked and caressed his ball sack with their manicured nails, and he continually directed his stare at the floor looking at their shiny toes as their lips continued to suck gently and softly.

    As each girl pulled off, another one took her place, repeating the same enjoyment and sexual fun. His mind was going nuts. ‘Holy shit! My cock is getting sucked by 14 of the most beautiful girls on the planet! And each one of them knowing exactly what they are doing. Lots of practice over the years with their daddies and brothers has definitely paid off!’

    It was now time for Abby and Chloe. They elected to suck him together, and began to love his cock as they did their own daddies almost every single night. Abby started with his balls in her mouth, while Chloe took his shaft deep into her mouth, rubbing her tongue on it, and around it. After a bit, they instinctively switched, with Abby deep-throating him, and Chloe taking his entire ball sack into her mouth and sucking it like a small balloon.

    Tony felt his balls begin to tighten. Chloe felt it as well, and moved to his cock, along with Abby. They were both now running their pink tongues around it, putting it into their mouths, and were using their nails to stroke his scrotum, encouraging the load within to begin making its way for the exit, and into mouths, to slide down their throats.

    Moments later, Tony grabbed both girls by the back of the head, and shot numerous streams of thick, milky, sticky goo into their mouths and onto their awaiting tongues. Both of them lapped it up rapidly, cleaning his dick as they relished the warm, thick splooge that had fallen into their little mouths.

    Both them then locked lips with each other, swirling Tony’s spunk between them. Abby then held her mouth open, and deposited the entire load of jizz into her mouth. Chloe swirled it, and turned to Kimmy. She put it into Kimmy’s mouth, who then swirled it around. Kimmy turned and gave it to Emily. This snowballing continued until every girl on the roster had enjoyed having Tony’s cum in their mouth before they unloaded it into the next set of lips.

    Finally it was back in Abby’s mouth. She swirled a bit, then motioned for Melissa to come to her. Melissa said, “Me? Me, Abby?”

    Abby smiled, and nodded, unable to verbally affirm due to the cum still in her mouth being held and kept warm.

    Melissa came over, Abby motioned for her to kneel down. She did. Chloe said, “Open wide, Sweetie. You get to swallow your Uncle’s cum, honey. It’s for you, Sweetie!”

    Abby leaned over, and Tony’s well-shared spunk dripped down into Melissa’s mouth. She held her mouth open until Abby had unloaded every single drop of Uncle Tony juice into her lovely mouth. She then said, “Good girl, Mel. Now, swallow your uncle’s spunk, baby! Swallow it all, baby! Good girl!”

    Melissa swirled it around in her mouth for a few minutes, enjoying the taste of the mixture of all the girls saliva mingled with her uncle’s cum, and then gulped it down in one swallow. She opened her mouth for all to see, and it was definitely all gone into her stomach. She gave a huge smile.

    Abby looked that the other girls, and said, “Ladies, I give you our newest Clam Bunny, Melissa!”

    The locker room erupted in cheers and joy. All the girls surrounded Melissa, kissing her, hugging her, and congratulating her for becoming their newest teammate. I was watching all of if from a distance, my dick rock hard from seeing the girls swap Tony’s cum between them. I found it extremely wonderful that Abby then gave it to his niece to swallow. A true act of team bonding, unity, and acceptance. I couldn’t wait to fuck her stupid in a couple of hours.

    Nicole said, “Ladies, that’s so wonderful of you to embrace Melissa like that. She has her final meeting with Uncle Dave tonight, but I’m very sure that after that welcoming to the team, it is just a formality.”

    Chloe said, “Yeah. It better be just formality, Uncle Dave. Or we’re all gonna cut you off from niece pussy for a long time! And we’ll all were socks and sneakers from now on except for sponsorship appearances.” They all giggled, and I assured them that it was just a formality.

    We got back to hotel, and Nicole said, “Monica, I need to see you for a minute. Post game presser in 15 minutes ladies. Get changed into your tshirts, shorts, and heels. There will be lots pics taken so look fucking hot! Be the girl that every daddy wishes were his daughter.”

    “Yes, Nicole,” Monica said, knowing what it was about.

    Nicole said, “Sweetheart, we have to keep our composure when shit gets talked. Even that kind of shit that makes you very angry, and rightfully so. Yesterday, did you see how I handled that asshole reporter who was trying to bait us? Our brand has to stay clean and wholesome on the outside, my love. We aren’t quite ready to fully pivot to the Family Love League just yet. We need a bit of time. So just ignore it, and for fuck’s sake, do not respond back like you did. I love you, honey! But we are after bigger fish.”

    Nicole gave Monica a kiss on the lips, and said, “So, tell me your side, baby.”

    Monica relayed what happened from her perspective, and Nicole smiled. She said, “Well, I’ve made my point as Director of Operations, and you understand it, and we are on the same page. But, between you and me, I’m glad you clipped her like that. She had it coming.” They giggled and then hugged each other, kissing deeply again.

    “Thanks for understanding, Nicole. It won’t happen again. I promise. I love you too, very much. I mean, we were each other’s pussy back quite a bit ago! We got a special girl-girl bond!” Monica looked at her. Nicole looked back at her. “Yes, we do, Sweetheart. Forever. You never ever forget your first. Your first kiss, your first fuck, your first ass fuck, your first pussy eating! Ummmm! It was so good that afternoon in the locker room! Just you and me. You taught me how to eat pussy! And I love it! And love to eaten”

    They walked out of the room, and Monica went upstairs to change for the sponsor press conference.

    The girls took their seats in the horseshoe configuration like the other pressers with their media sponsors, all seated in very comfortable chairs that allowed for them to lean back a bit, giving easier views for the cameras of their pussies. Their shorts were pulled up snug, giving came toe looks for each of them.

    The director came in and said, “Congratulations, Ladies. Well done! Before we start, are you opposed to doing this one without your shorts on. We’d like to get some footage (and some feetage. Ha!) of your pussies, postgame.”

    The girls were all too happy to show off their pussies for their web audience. They knew it meant more clicks, more exposure, more potential talent recruits, and more revenue for the club in general. And more for each of them with their individual sites within the platform. Guys get a nice couple of videos on the main site, then want to see more of a certain girl, they pay the Individual Roster Girl VIP fee for each girl they want to see and read more of. The girls received 70% of all that revenue, straight to their bank accounts, in addition to the monthly stipend each received as part of the overall deal for access, main platform content, and other things.

    After they were all naked, and the camera guys had panned over each girls’ still sweaty pussy, and their feet, the presser began.

    Media: Abby, what was the game plan going in today?

    Abby: To win. That’s it. To win. Daddies want their girls to win. It makes for better celebrations later that night. It’s nice when daddy consoles you after a loss with a nice loving fuck to make you feel better (and lots of you girls out there can relate to that), but it’s so much better when daddy is celebrating a win with you while fucking his champion.

    Media: Melissa, are you excited about becoming a Clam Bunny? They are very successful. Can you measure up to that hotness, and fuckability?

    Melissa: I am very excited to be part of this club and become a Clam Bunny. Their sexiness, and their hotness are definitely off the charts. My uncle believes that my hotness is certainly deserving of this honor. I just hope that all the girls’ daddies find me as fuckable as they do their own daughters. I want to make them all very proud of me. And the subscribers who enjoy my content. If any of you have any special requests for polish color, or foot content you want to see, send me an encrypted message through my subscriber link.

    Media: Lori, what’s next for the Clam Bunnies? Another tournament? An independent schedule? We hear rumors that the Clam Bunnies may be considering membership into the Family Love League? Is that true?

    Lori: As far as what’s next, I think we all agree that we are going to keep winning and striving to be our best for our subscribers, and our fans. I will defer to Uncle Dave on the rest of your question, we are not at liberty to comment on team operations of that nature.

    She spread her legs a bit wider, and played with her clit for a bit, smiling for the camera, oozing some sexual enjoyment at her moments of self-pleasure. The camera zoomed in on her pink cunt, and her shiny nails diddling her love button.

    Uncle Dave: We have no official comment at this time on any ongoing negotiations with any league. We are still an independent club, but we are positioning ourselves to be the top ranked girls soccer club around, while holding true to our core values of family, commitment to loving relationships, and strong bonding. We will keep those as our core mission and will only compete against teams with similar goals and objectives. Take that how you will.

    Media: We would like to film a few of the daddy-daughter celebrations tonight. Totally un***********ed, and completely spontaneous. Do what you normally do with your daddies or brothers in a celebration post-match fuck session. The only thing we ask is that you all keep your heels on if you don’t already.

    Chloe: Of course, any of us would be thrilled to let you film our celebration fuck fests! And which daddies, uncles, or brothers are fucking their little girls, nieces, or baby sisters without having them wear heels and having their toes polished?

    My daddy actually was the one who did my toes for the very first time. He told me it was something that daddies did for their daughters every single week. I loved it! And he bought me my first set of high heels too. I asked him if I could wear them when we had sex together, and he told me that’s precisely what they were for. So, girls out there, make sure you giving your daddies, brothers, and uncles pretty toes to admire when they fuck you! You’ll thank us later.

    Director: Ok, thank you ladies. If you are fine with us coming in to film you tonight, leave your door unlocked. We will use our master pass key. If you don’t, and want it to a private, daddy daughter evening, that’s perfectly fine. Just lock your door and the pass key will be disabled. Good night ladies, and we will see you tomorrow as you board the bus. Pink heels, sheer shirt, and white sheer shorts for the departure shots.

    The girls all went upstairs to their rooms. Tony, Nicole, Melissa, and I held back for a few minutes so the girls could all have the elevators. Tony looked at his niece, and said, “Honey, that was really wonderful this afternoon. I really enjoyed watching you that. Are you excited to be a Clam Bunny, Sweetie?”

    Melissa had a big smile on her face, and said, “Uncle Tony! I am so excited! You don’t even know! Oh my god!! When Abby dripped all your cum into my mouth, after it had been in all the other girls’s mouths, wow!! I thought that was so fucking hot!”

    “Baby, the girls did that as a symbolic gesture that you and them are all one now. You shared their saliva, which had your uncle’s cum in it, and they see that as way to unify them with you. There will be several more bonding experiences coming soon, my love. Uncle Dave is going to fuck you in a little while, and your uncle Tony is going to fuck my pregnant pussy. We’re going to all be together in the same room, Sweetie. It’s going to be wonderful for both of us,” Nicole told her.

    “I can’t wait! Let’s go! Uncle Dave, fuck me good! You will be only the second cock in my pussy! Come on! I want your uncle dick inside my little niece pussy!” Melissa grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the elevator. Tony had has arms around Nicole as they followed us and into the room.

    Melissa was barely inside, and was already taking off her shorts and top, then laid down on my bed, her legs spread wide open. She was already very wet and dipping cunt nectar from her slit. I looked at Nicole and she said, “Baby, you’d better give this cutie your cock before I lick that gorgeous cunt myself. That wetness is screaming, “Fuck me. Dick or tongue. Just fuck me.”

    Smiling at my niece, I stripped down, and then got on top of Melissa, my hard cock poised to enter her 18-year old tight cunt. She put her arms around me, and brought me close to her, putting her tongue into my mouth as our naked bodies made contact with each other.

    I lined my cock up with her pussy tunnel, and then gently lowered my body fully onto hers, my dick sliding in easily due to her slickness from her own anticipation and arousal. My god!! I was fucking an angel sent from the heavens! Her pussy was the tightest, smoothest, most luscious fuck tunnel I had ever fucked in my life, with the exception of Nicole. Melissa was even tighter, smoother, and more snug than my sister Ashley’s pussy the first time I fucked her before Nicole was even a thought. Melissa was definitely my newest all time favorite girl on the team to fuck from now, and that was a difficult choice to make without question.

    There wasn’t a loose, or non-snug cunt on this entire roster, and that included our team-proclaimed soccer slut queen, Chloe, whose pussy had fucked more cock, most of it her dad’s, her two older brothers, and both uncles, than several of the other girls combined. But Melissa was the champion vie grip cunt of them all.

    Nicole’s pussy was tightest, and best I have ever screwed, and her being my niece only made it that much more enjoyable every single time. Melissa’s pussy had now surpassed my own niece’s in the tightness trophy category.

    I continued to fuck her slowly, and passionately, driving in and out of her gently, wanting to enjoy this coupling for a long as possible before erupting what I knew would be an enormous volume of jizz into her pretty little love hole.

    She held her legs tightly around me, and ran her nails up and down my back as I fucked her cunt. Melissa said, “Ummmm, Uncle Dave! That feels soooo goooood!! Ummmmm! Fuck me, baby!! Fuck your niece’s little soccer pussy, honey! Ummm!”

    I whispered in her ear softly as I continued to pound her pussy, “Ummm, babbbbyyyy! Your pussy is so tight, honey!! You’re gorgeous, Sweetheart! Uncle Dave loves fucking you, baby! Do you want me to cum in your niece pussy, Sweetie? Can Uncle Dave cum in you? Is it ok?”

    She looked at me deeply with her eyes, and said, “Uh huh. You can cum in me, Uncle Dave. It’s ok. I want you to. I won’t get pregnant. I’m on the pill. Put your uncle juice inside your little niece, baby! Do it! I want to feel it shoot into me.”

    That was all the permission and encouragement I needed. My cock began to throb viciously as I kept going in and out of her, then my balls contracted, I felt myself convulse tightly, and I exploded into her dripping wet cunt.

    Rope after rope, spunk after spunk, shot after shot continued to inject into her pussy, a load that was almost as intense and thick in volume at the first time I had gushed into Nicole’s pussy the night I took virginity. Yes, it was that intense, that powerful, and that much, and it felt that incredible.

    As I finished pulsing into her cunt, I pulled off her, and looking down at my cock, it was completely covered in white milky film, but the more amazing thing was that I had shot so much love honey into Melissa’s tight pussy, it was flowing freely out of her and pooling on the sheet underneath her.

    She smiled, saying, “God, That was fucking amazing. You fucked me as good as Uncle Tony, and you came as much as he does! I felt it go up inside me! And I feel your cum on my ass right now. It’s flowing out of my pussy so much.”

    Meanwhile, Tony was buried into Nicole’s pregnant snatch at the same time, fucking her from behind as she was on all fours. He hit her ass with his hips, and their flesh clapped together as she moved back against thrusts. He held onto her hips while driving his cock into her pussy. She was beginning to drip a steady flow of pussy nectar from her cunt, that only became thicker, and more intense the more he fucked her. He grabbed her ponytail and held it, pulling her head back as he dominated her pregnant cunt with steady strokes.

    “Ummmm, Tony!! God, fuck my cunt!! Give my pussy your baby batter! Make it hit my cervix, Tony! Fuck me and cum in me!”

    He fucked her harder, shoving his cock into my niece’s pussy with a furious primal instinct, still holding her ponytail

    He suddenly yanked it harder, pulling her head further back, and began to grunt and groan. He was filling my niece with his spunk, fucking her pregnant cunt and spewing several jets of semen up her fuck tunnel.

    When finished, he let go of her ponytail, kissed her ass cheeks, pulled out of her and laid next to her on the bed. Nicole rolled onto her back, and went over to him, and licked the cum from his cock.

    She then looked over at us, and saw that I had just finished creaming Melissa’s pussy.

    “You want me to help clean you up, Sweetheart?” she asked, smiling at Melissa. She nodded.

    Nicole got up, came to my bed, and laid down between Melissa’s legs, putting her tongue gently into her cunt, and began to slurp lap up all the cum that had been shot into her. When she had finished, she moved to cunt lips, and very lovingly licked them of all remaining residue. Then she lifted Melissa’s ass, Melissa held it up for her, and Nicole slurped all the cum pool that had collected on the mattress.

    Melissa lowered her hips back onto the bed, and Nicole gave her pussy a soft kiss. Then moving up to Melissa, she kissed her tits a few times, circled her tongue softly around each nipple, then moved to kiss her on the lips. Shoving her tongue into Melissa’s mouth, they made out for several minutes before Nicole got up and came over to kiss me the same way. Melissa went to her uncle, and they began a sexy post-coital make session as well.

    “Uncle Tony, did I do good? Are you proud of me? Did I fuck Uncle Dave good enough? He came a lot! I must have fucked him really good, right?” She asked Tony.

    Tony looked over at me, and said, “I’ll let you answer that, bro! But yes, Sweetheart! I am very proud of you! You made me very proud to be your uncle, Sweetheart!”

    “Melissa, honey! You were wonderful! It was the best pussy I have ever fucked since the first time I fucked Nicole. You are that good, honey! And you made me cum so much! Good girl!” I told her.

    Nicole smiled, and said, “Baby, your pussy is so good! And Tony, god damn! That was a great fuck! Melissa, you need to make sure that your luscious gorgeous pussy keeps your uncle happy! And nobody have ever made Uncle Dave cum that much except me, ever! I’m proud of you, Sweetheart! You will definitely be a great addition to the Clam Bunny legacy that we are building.”

    She smiled, and said, “Thanks! I’ve wanted to be a Clam Bunny for a long time! I won’t let you down, I promise! Can we do something else in a little bit? After both of recharge?”

    Tony said, “Sure, honey. Whatever my little angel wants is fine!”

    She smiled and said, “Yay!!! I want you to both DP me. One in my pussy, one in my ass. And Nicole, I want to eat your pussy while they wear out both of my holes. Can we get the camera guys in here to film it for my video file link? I bet it will get me a lot of clicks and help build up my bank account really fast! I need pay for college.”

    Nicole texted the director and he texted back that a crew would be up shortly after it finished with Lori, her dad, and her brother.

    We had our next soccer slut star in the fold.


  • Trailer Park Traditions

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    A day in Charlotte’s life in the trailer park. Everyone above 18 is free use.

    Trailer park traditions

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    This is not a romantic tale. It’s wall to wall saucy sex and incestious happenings. If that’s your thing, please read on…

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    Charlotte leaned back. She felt a few beads of sweat on her forehead. It was still morning, but she could feel that it was gonna be another hot day today. Her long, dark blonde hair was in a loose knot on top of head.

    Her fathers broad chest felt good against her back, his rigid member was still slowly pumping its seed into her as she sat straddled over his lap on the sofa.

    In their trailer, there was only a small kitchen, a small bathroom, a crammed bedroom and the living room she was in now. A TV on the far wall and the sofa placed sort of in the middle of the room. The living room was large enough to have some walking space behind the sofa also.

    The bedroom was only a large bed from wall to wall they all shared. She, her father and Charlotte’s twin children, Emilia and Gene. Well, they weren’t children anymore. They were both 19, going on 20.

    Her father’s arms were wrapped around her waist, just under her chest. Her large, heavy breasts were resting over his forearms, almost hiding it from view under there.

    She could feel her juices slowly dripping down along the bottom of his shaft wedged into her sensitive pussy.

    She hadn’t climaxed yet, but that was alright. She enjoyed these quiet morning moments with her father. He was always so gentle with her, but didn’t have the stamina of earlier years.

    He would be pretty quick to cum. But Charlotte still revelled at the feeling of his stiff cock twitching inside of her.

    She’d have plenty of opportunities to get orgasms herself as the day went on.

    Outside the early birds could be heard chirping.

    Charlotte widened her legs a bit more and tried to bore down even deeper onto her father.

    He groaned in the pleasure she forced upon him. Charlotte liked to torment him a bit extra just after he’d released. She knew that he was always very sensitive after, and the slightest motion or squeezes from her pussy would prolong his stiffness.

    It felt safe and familiar to have him inside of her. She could’ve spent the rest of the day perched on his swollen meat stick if she’d had the choice.

    This was an ordinary morning in the small trailer park of the Hemsdale forest ridge.

    A bunch of mobile homes sat on a variety of wooden and cement supports out in the middle of nowhere. A small freshwater creek flowed nearby.

    There was only a dirt trail leading to it, and no one ever came here.

    The families here were pretty much left to their own devices and didn’t care about the outside world.

    Over the years they had evolved a pretty lax and free lifestyle.

    Sex was not something sinful or secretive here. Sex was a bodily pleasure and meant to be had. Anything that gave pleasure was considered to be a good thing and a human right in this trailer park.

    Charlotte had grown up here and knew nothing else.

    As soon as she’d turned 18 she had been introduced to the grown ups way of life here.

    It was the rule that they kept. You had to have turned 18 before you could live in total inhibition and make use of the pleasures around you. Charlotte didn’t remember her own mother, according to dad she’d just left one day and never come back. The rugged life wasn’t for her.

    Charlotte was now a mother herself. Her twins had just turned 19 and had very energetic libidos.

    That’s why she so much enjoyed these soft and slow moments with her father in the mornings, before her offspring woke up.

    He’d often be up before her and sitting on the sofa when she got up. They had their unspoken traditions and Rufus (as his name was) would always be hard and take his erection out for her.

    Like most folks in the trailer park, Charlotte seldom wore panties. They were more often in the way than anything else. Being constantly wet, she’d sit herself down on him and ride him cow girl style until he came. Nice and slow. Long deep penetrations.

    Just like today… and now they were both catching their breaths. Charlotte’s legs spread over his laps, and his sinewy but still strong arms around her.

    He was much taller than Charlotte, so she could lean her head back against his shoulder.

    She was only wearing a worn out white t-shirt covering her large and full breasts.

    Charlotte had the nicest boobs in the trailer park. Only her neighbour Ashleen’s were larger. Much larger! But they were also heavier and hanging more than Charlotte’s.

    She had 6 kids and there seemed to always be at least one person sucking on her boobs at any moment. If it was not one of the three younger ones, it was one of her three older ones.

    She was also without a husband, so her days were always full, just as her huge, milky breasts.

    Charlotte was short but full figured. A well rounded ass and shapely legs to boot.

    Charlotte had never stopped breastfeeding, so she was still giving milk. That might be why they were still so large and firm.

    While sitting there, feeling her father soften inside of her warm, wet cave, her daughter Emilia came tottering into the living room on sleepy legs. She was rubbing her eyes drowsily.

    She was wearing a grey, tight tank top and her panties were half way down her thighs.

    Probably that was why she was walking so clumsily.

    “Come here honey,” Charlotte told her softly and held her arms out.

    “Gene was trying to bone me again before breakfast,” she complained in a girlish voice begging for empathy.

    Emilia walked up in front of her on the sofa and Rufus’ lap and gave Charlotte a weary hug. Being the same height as her mother, Emilia buried Charlotte’s face between her breasts. Although she was young, she had grown a very nice pair already. If she was taking after Charlotte they would probably keep growing several more cup sizes in the years to come.

    Emila gave her drowsy grandad a kiss over her mother’s head and then Charlotte coaxed her to lie down on the sofa, with her head in Charlotte’s lap.

    “There, there sweetie. You know how boys can be in the morning,” Charlotte said comfortingly.

    She pulled her t-shirt up and let her heavy, milkfilled boobs bounce out.

    Emilia knew the drill and latched on as Charlotte leaned in over her and aimed her left breast to the open mouth.

    It was such a great feeling to have her tit’s sucked while sitting in daddy’s warm, wet lap.

    Charlotte couldn’t help but to grind her hips a little, making her spent father groan of pleasure again. Her daughter laid on her back, with her head in Charlotte’s lap and was sucking greedily at her teat.

    Charlotte slid her hand down between Emilia’s legs and let her fingers probe her slit.

    Emilia was wet. Just like her mother, she was almost always dripping wet.

    Emilia let out a soft moan with her mouth full. A droplet of milk escaped from the corner of her mouth.

    Charlotte continued to softly caress her daughter’s mound and vaginal lips. This was also part of their morning ritual.

    Both her twins, Emila and Gene, were clean shaven. Today’s youth seemed obsessed with being hairless on their genitals. It was the latest fashion or something.

    Charlotte also kept her pussy trimmed, but kept a thin strip of short hair on her mound.

    As expected Gene came stumbling out from their shared bedroom soon enough. He was totally naked. His rock hard morning wood was rigid and rocked from side to side as he walked.

    Without a word he placed himself on the sofa between Emila’s lean, spread legs and began aiming himself in between her folds.

    Emila started squirming and making muffled protests under Charlotte’s heavy breast.

    “Gene, take it easy with your sister. She’s still half asleep,” she cautioned him and helped his dick find its way, effectively slowing his advances down a bit.

    Gene complied and when his cock finally found its way into Emilia he began a slow and gentle rocking back and forth.

    Emilia moaned with reluctant lust against her mothers breast but stopped squirming and let him sink in deeper and deeper with every push.

    Charlotte could feel the rocking motions planting themselves through Emilia and into her lap was getting her father’s dick inside of her to grow harder again.

    It felt so awesome to slowly be filled up like that. Her inner walls could feel every growing inch of him as he filled her up from within.

    Only Emilia’s rhythmic sucking and the moist sounds from Gene and Emilie’s privates filled the otherwise sombre quiet.

    Until fast feet on their outdoor steps broke the calmness. It was the neighbour boy Josh, who burst in through the door in his usual ADD-manner!

    “Morning!” he shouted and flung himself on the couch beside Charlotte.

    This made the whole couch bounce and both Charlotte and her father were made to gasp as their privates sunk in and out of each other violently compared to the stillness they had been connected with before. Charlotte felt her father now swell up to his maximum volume and had to swallow hard before addressing Josh.

    But before she had time to say anything, he’d laid his head in her lap and engulfed her free breast in his mouth!

    This sent a jolt of unexpected arousal all through Charlotte’s chest!

    Now both her nipples were being sucked in tandem and her father was pulsing inside of her.

    “Aren’t you supposed to eat at home?” she managed to ask Josh while she was trying to not sound too flustered from the sudden onslaught on her breast.

    Josh didn’t care to answer and just continued his eager nursing of Charlotte’s big boob.

    “Hey! That’s MY milk!” Gene protested, taking a short pause in penetrating his sister below.

    Josh pulled his lips off of Charlotte’s sensitive and dripping nipple, “You snooze, you lose!” he said teasingly and got back to sucking on the tit in his hands!

    Gene was about to pull out of his sister and go at Josh on the other side of the sofa. Charlotte had to still him, “Hey! Hey! No fighting boys! I’m sure Wilma will give you some milk, Gene,” she said, trying to calm the situation down.

    She was kind of stuck in place here, speared on her father pulsating boner and with two of the young adults latched on to her breasts. It was so very arousing and nice. She didn’t want to have to stop all the sensations going on just because the boys wanted to fight over her milk!

    Josh did this often. He was obviously suffering from some kind of over activeness and had just turned 18 a week ago. For so long he’d been wanting nothing more than to join in on all the carnal pleasures in the trailer park. Now that he was finally of age, he had trouble staying inside of the boundaries.

    But he was always a happy and loving guy, so Charlotte had no problem in letting him use her. She also felt a bit sorry for his mother Wilma.

    Wilma was a short, dark haired woman who lived in the trailer across from Charlotte’s. She was alone with Josh and her husband Kenny was almost never there. He’d be away for months on end and she was left to tend to the wild Josh by herself.

    She had long dark hair and a bit of a native american look on her. Tanned skin, good sized tits and hips and very sensual eyes. When she looked at you, you got honey, no matter who you were!

    And as on que she came walking in. She was only dressed in her flowery apron with the top part of it not tied around her neck. Her swollen, well shaped tits were exposed and had a firm bounce with every step!

    “Josh!” she cried out in tired despair, “You know you can’t just barge into Charlotte like this! I’m so sorry honey… he just ran off…,” she excused to Charlotte and stroked her hair.

    “It’s no problem Wilma… I assure you,” Charlotte responded. Her voice was a bit more strained now. Her father had started pumping her slowly from below and the two sucking mouths on her tender and reactive nipples.

    Wilma was slowly massaging her full breasts and looking annoyed at her son in there, under Charlotte’s sizable boob.

    As with all the other mothers in the trailer park, she had also never stopped nursing her son, so she was still producing plenty of milk that had to be drained sooner or later.

    Gene saw her discomfort and said to her, “I can help you Mrs. Wilma!”

    Wilma was standing behind the sofa, her voluminous chest just beside Gene as he was pushing back and forth into his moaning sister on her back on the couch.

    “Well, what a gentleman!” she said and smiled at him,”Well Josh, then Gene will get your breakfast milk instead,” she said to her son on the sofa under Charlotte’s breast.

    She leaned herself forward a bit and grabbed the back of Gene’s head. He willingly opened wide and planted his mouth over her swollen areola and nipple.

    Wilma sighed with pleasure as Gene started sucking her milk out!

    Josh mumbled something under Charlotte’s breast. But she just pressed it down harder on his face and held his head in place. It felt too heavenly to let him stop sucking on her now.

    Her father was picking up the pace of his pumping and Charlotte could feel her climax building inside of her. His large, rock solid meat was sliding up and down inside of her soaked pussy. With the two suckling on her and being sat on his lap, she couldn’t do much but to enjoy the sensations flowing through her voluptuous body.

    On her other breast she could feel her daughter also heating up. Her sucking was becoming more intense as her brother Gene started pounding her more forcefully.

    The sofa’s rocking motions enhanced all of their movements and made the pumping become somewhat synchronized

    Charlotte had her eyes closed now but heard another neighbour entering their trailer.

    It was Tim. He and his young girlfriend “Bee” lived in a tent a bit behind all of the three trailers in their trailer park. He was a young handsome stud. 21 years old and with a ripped body. He looked like the epiphany of a ‘surfer dude’. Curly, dark blonde hair, blue eyes and a dashing smile that could get any girl to weaken at the knees.

    Tim stood himself behind the little vixen Wilma and grabbed her hips as she was being nursed by Gene.

    “‘Bee’ is still sleeping… you don’t mind, do you?” he asked her softly with his charming cool voice. He knew the answer and had already lined up behind her.

    Wilma spread her legs wider and leaned more heavily against the sofa still holding Gene’s head to her breast.

    Charlotte could now hear also the third sound of a hard cock ramming into a wet pussy from behind the sofa. Wilma was huffing loudly as she got nailed from behind!

    For a short while there was just a cacophony of wet skin, either being pounded or sucked all around Charlotte. This was not the usual quiet morning snuggles any more.

    It had turned into some kind of neighbourhood orgie and the sounds were so erotic!

    Charlotte couldn’t hold back anymore and started coming hard on her fathers pumping cock!

    She had to use all of her will power to not spasm too wildly. Her motherly instincts wouldn’t let her shake the two nursing ones off her breasts.

    Her father felt her despair and faltering strength as she came and held her body in a firm grip!

    Charlotte could let go and just focus on her orgasm, which hit several times again! Everytime it seemed to slow down, the sucking mouths on her nipples gave her body another small jolt of ecstasy!

    She kept coming for a long time and her cunt clenching over her father’s dick made him also come again! Squirting this morning’s second dose deep into her!

    Soon enough she could feel Emilie under her breast also climax and start shaking!

    This got her brother over the edge and Gene gave a few desperate humps hard into her before he also came!

    They were all breathing heavily and now only Wilma’s strained moans revealed that there was one more couple left in action. Josh’s relentless sucking on Charlotte’s breast was of course still going on.

    It was excruciating, but at the same time so incredibly sensuous. His energetic mouth and tongue didn’t care that she was trying to enjoy the bliss of her receding orgasm. He kept sucking like there was no tomorrow. Every sucking motion, making Charlotte gasp and feel more of her pussy juices flow down on her fathers lap.

    Wilma had let go of Gene’s head and was now holding on to the back of the sofa with both hands. Tim was really giving it to her. The impact, every time he slammed into her from behind, made the sofa budge and Charlotte rub back and forth on Rufus’ cock base.

    She felt as if she was going to faint.

    Finally Wilma and Tim came in unison. Her animalistic groan sounded like the opposite of what she looked like. She was so feminine and suave. The sound she made now was that of a cave woman being fucked by a gorilla! Tim leaned back and pressed himself as deep into Wilma as possible, holding on to her hips with a steel grip!

    Again, the morning calm spread through the room. Everyone just breathed for a few moments.

    “Tiim?” Bee’s voice could be heard from outside.

    “Thanks Mrs. Wilma,” he whispered to Wilma, pulled out of her with a squishing sound and left while pulling up his trunks.

    Wilma stood in the same position for a while. Her arms against the back of the sofa, her head hanging down and her still spread legs trembling a bit from the ordeal.

    Gene pulled out of his sister and stumbled back into the bedroom of the trailer.

    Only Emelie and Josh were now moving. Or rather, their mouths were moving. Still sucking milk from Charlotte as she sat perched on her father’s lap.

    She felt him soften but still twitching inside of her. He had fallen asleep behind her.

    Charlotte let the young ones drink their fill and when they’d both finally released her nipples from their warm, wet mouths, she carefully stood up, feeling her dad’s spent cock slowly slip out of her. Even when he was soft, he was still very long.

    Charlotte went to the little bathroom. It was more like a cabinet with a tiny sink and a toilet seat. Above the toilet seat was a shower head and when one closed the shutter door, the whole room became sort of a shower cabin.

    She came back to the living room after washing herself off. All three were now asleep on the sofa. Her father in the middle seat, his head fallen back over the sofa’s edge. Josh on his back curled up beside him and Emilia on his other side with her head in his lap.

    She was sleeping but had the top of his dick in her mouth, slowly sucking on it in her sleep.

    They all looked so peaceful. Charlotte got a warm feeling in her chest and smiled happily.

    After rustling up her son Gene, who had gone back to sleep in the bedroom again and making him wash up she pulled down her t-shirt to cover her ample bosom, grabbed a pair of worn out, purple panties from the floor and pulled them on.

    She felt refreshed. She felt happy and awake! Her pussy was tingling and the ever present wetness was noticeable.

    She loved her little trailer park mornings!

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    Charlotte stepped out of the trailer and inhaled a deep breath of the warming spring air. To the right was Ashlee’s trailer. Opposite of Charlotte’s was Wilma’s trailer, stood on pillars of concrete blocks. The three trailers shaped sort of a U-form with the dirt trail leading off into the thick, bushy forest.

    In the middle of the U-shape there was a bunch of assorted chairs. Some deck chairs, a couple of crappy, molded plastic ones paled by the sun and rain. There was also a grubby lawn patio table with a large beach parasol stuck in the middle of it. The beach parasol was actually the newest thing in their trailer park.

    Tim had come carrying it one day. Everyone loved it. It was so bright and colorful. By next year it would probably also look as crappy as everything else in the yard. But for now it was the pride of their little trailer park!

    There were the odd objects strewn about the place here and there also. But no car wrecks.

    They had all decided this years ago. The thing you saw in ALL crappy trailer parks was always some rusty cars standing around. It looked so ‘poor’ and dirty.

    Even though they lived in a trailer park and hardly anyone had a job, they still felt that they had some kind of pride in their community. So no old cars standing around!

    Charlotte sat down on one of the plastic chairs. The rising sun hadn’t yet reached it, so the cool plastic against her almost naked butt made her shiver. Her nipples tensed up and her still hot pussy contracted at the chilly surface pressing against her panties. She took a sip of her coffee and lit a cigarette.

    Charlotte didn’t really smoke much, but she enjoyed a cigarette in the mornings.

    Apart from the chirps and short songs from the morning birds, there was the usual ruckus over from inside of Ashlee’s trailer. There was always chaos going on in there. Ashlee had six kids and to no surprise – no husband. Charlotte was guessing that all the kids had different fathers, which was to be expected knowing Ashlee.

    She was the only one who could compete with Charlotte on curves. She looked like she was made for sex. A lot of sex.

    She was pretty big. Not really in a fat way. More like ‘thick’. She was the product of a white mother and a black father, She was pretty well built. Strong arms, big, strong thighs and legs. What made her look so large was her very bulging ass and her enormous breasts!

    They were unbelievably big, but her strong frame seemed to carry them with ease.

    With six kids she’d of course always have one or two of them attached to her nipples, so that is partly why they grew so big, and they always seemed full of milk.

    But her kids were really unruly. They were always on her, and with so many, it was extremely rare to see her not having one or two, on or in her.

    So far only three of them were 18+. Kiera, Harry and Jim.

    Kiera (22) was the eldest and also the most calm one. Harry and Jim were 18 and 19 years old and the ones always egging each other on. Doing crazy stunts like jumping from the trailers roof’s and stuff.

    Her third son Steve was just 15, but in three years, she’d have him climbing on her too. Then there were her smallest girls; Anna and Camilla. Anna was 10 and Camilla was only 4.

    Charlotte mused at the thought of how little sleep she must be getting and was happy to only have her two twins.

    Even with just two, and Rufus she still often woke up with a hard dick poking at her, or into her. And there was seldom not a mouth looking to latch on to her milky nipples.

    But whenever she thought she had it rough, she was always reminded of Ashlee and then she felt pretty blessed again.

    The crashing sounds from Ashlee’ trailer were increasing and finally she came out from it. She often had her hair in a tight bun on top of her head. Right now it looked very frizzy.

    As she came out of her trailer she was trying to pry her arm loose from Jim who was holding on to it with all his might. Jim and Harry weren’t small guys, but they were young, and compared to the full set figure of Ashlee, they looked small.

    Ashlee was wearing a pair of green and yellow trunks that Harry was tugging on from behind, trying to hinder her from ‘getting away’!

    Charlotte thought it looked pretty violent at first until she heard Ashlee giggle under her breath.

    They were play-fighting again.

    Charlotte adjusted her chair to get a good view of their antics.

    Jim had Ashlee’s arm in a good grip and was pulling at her loose gown. Charlotte could see a button or two pop and Ashlee’s swelling boobs swaying around heavily under it!

    Jim had managed to create quite the cleavage on her now.

    It was always impressive to see Ashlee’s jugs. Her dark tanned skin and her cute, smiling face regularly got Charlotte’s juices flowing.

    She’d love to have some girl on girl time with just Ashlee some day. But she was always preoccupied with horny bodies around her. She was truly a force of lewd nature!

    Both Harry and Jim are just wearing boxers and socks (for some reason). People here in the trailer park never wore too much clothing. Certainly not now when summer was around the corner.

    The struggling threesome had now made it to only a few yards from where Charlotte was sitting. She prepared to evacuate her chair if they should come stumbling towards her.

    But Ashlee had gotten a good grip around Jim’s waist and was nearly throwing him to the ground. He half fell but his grip on his mother’s gown kept him from landing too hard on the lawn. Harry, on the other hand, managed to pull Ashlee’s trunks down, trapping her feet and making her fall over his brother! An ‘ooof’ could be heard when Ashlee landed on top of her son!

    ”Alrigth! Now you’ll get it!” she playfully growled as she pulled one of her legs free and sat up on him!

    “Herry! Get her arms!” Jim shouted and Harry closed in on Ashlee’s back!

    Harry got each of her arms locked under his own and seemed to be able to hold her there!

    As Jim was shuffling up from between her strong thighs, his boxers were inevitably shimmied off and his dick sprung out between her exposed slit! She was obviously leaking hard, since only one stroke against her pussy lips seemed to drench Jim’s erection totally!

    “Lif her up!” he snapped at Harry holding his mother’s arms locked behind her back.

    “I’m trying!” he groaned as he was pulling her body upwards!

    He did manage to lift her up a few inches, and that was enough for Jim underneath to aim his cock and when she sunk down again, she got impaled!

    Jim let out a cheer-mixed groan and grabbed at her hips!

    Ashlee also moaned in pleasure as she sank down on her son to the hilt!

    Harry let her arms go and she fell forward over Jim underneath her!

    His body was totally enveloped by her massive boobs pouring out to each side of him!

    “Now YOU grab her arms!” Harry told Jim as he pulled down his boxers, letting loose his rock hard member to the fresh spring air! Charlotte couldn’t help but to notice its bounce and stiffness! Harry really looked like he was ready to burst!

    “Oh no you don’t!” Ashlee panted on top of Jim, fighting against him trying to grab her arms!

    The boys struggled for a while as Ashlee was pulling her arms back to try to hinder her eldest son from penetrating her butt! But her well sized, pouting bottom was a hard place to defend from this position, especially with Jim’s member already bustling inside of her!

    There was much huffing and puffing with some fatigued giggles thrown in!

    If Charlotte hadn’t known that this was what they were doing almost every day she’d been worried. Now it was just fun to watch and a bit exciting too! Ashlee always let them win in the end. But she had explained to Charlotte before that she didn’t like to spoil her boys by just giving it to them too easily.

    Sometimes she did that also. But once in a while she pretended to not let them and made them struggle for it!

    Charlotte loved to see it. Thinking of two horny bulls wrestling her down and just doing whatever they liked really got her juices flowing.

    But so far they’d only seemed to have eyes for their mother and sister (Kiera) so Charlotte had to keep that as a fantasy for herself.

    Finally Jim seemed to get a good hold of Ashlee’s arms and she was now stuck in place on top of him on all fours, unable to protect her well rounded bum.

    With his mother incapacitated, Harry took his time. Grabbing and parting her buttcheeks he aimed himself and slowly pushed into her backside!

    Ashlee groaned with lust as Harry pushed and pulled a few more times until he was fully inserted!

    With a lewd smile, Ashlee looked up at Charlotte, “Help me out of this mess..please!” she said under her breath.

    “Oh no. You got yourself into this mess. You get yourself out,” Charlotte chuckled back and lit another cigarette.

    The boys started grinding and pumping, slowly at first but with increasing vigour. Harry had the most movement as he was free to push and pull himself in and out of her defenseless ass.

    Jim had it more difficult. Having both his mother’s and brother’s weight bearing down on his hips he could only use their motions to slide in and out of her, at most an inch of separation before Ashlee’s soaked pussy slams back down on him!

    The three of them were now totally in their own bubble there on the lawn between the trailers.

    Charlotte was just about to start stroking herself when she saw Kiera come out of their trailer and make her way to the pile of bodies humping away at each other in the morning sun.

    Being Ashlee’s eldest daughter, Kiera was more developed than her brother’s. She was wearing only an oversized sweatshirt. Her bare legs gave the clue of her being completely naked under it. Even though the sweatshirt was pretty baggy, it couldn’t hide her large breasts swinging underneath it.

    She slowed down as she passed her brother’s ravishing their mother on the ground, made an annoyed face and then turned her frown into a cheerful smile as she came up to Charlotte.

    She gave Charlotte a lingering kiss on the lips and stood herself behind her. Charlotte revels in the neck massage that Keira starts giving her. Her dexterous fingers know exactly where to press and where to stroke.

    Charlotte starts thinking about a third cigarette as she leans back and relaxes her shoulders.

    Her son Gene then comes out to them, his eyes glued to the three undressed people going at it outside of their trailer.

    While still staring at the orgie he tries on his nicest voice, “Mom… can’t I get to stick it in your behind like Harry’s mom let’s him do?”

    They’ve had this conversation before and Charlotte patiently explains it again to him. She is a bit old fashioned that way and thinks it wouldn’t be appropriate yet, for him to go ‘back there’. Maybe when he’s older she can think about it.

    Charlotte really didn’t have a good reason for not letting Gene fuck her in her ass. She liked being pierced down there. Her father did it to her all the time. But somehow it felt like it would ruin their mother/son-bond.

    It was unclear really. But she had decided it when he’d turned 18 and was now sticking to her guns. She felt a bit sad for him when he pouted about it, but as a mother, one had to set some boundaries she thought.

    Meanwhile Ashlee is pounded by her sons on the grass in front of them. Well, Harry is doing the most of the pounding. His brother Jim is pinned down under his voluptuous, curvy mother and Harry’s hammering away into her from behind is all the motion he is getting. Ashlee’s enormous cleavage is threatening to cover his face and she has her eyes closed and grunts lightly with every shove from Harry.

    Harry stiffens up and his face tells the familiar tale of a man who is squirting!

    The pile of bodies settle down for a minute and Harry waves to Gene, “Hey Gene! You wanna take over?”

    Gene darts over to Harry and pulls his shots down!

    Harry guides him in and Gene takes over the intrusion of Ashlee’s plump backside!

    Ashlee moans in lust as the new young cock pushes into her warmed up hole!

    Kiera is now massaging down lower over Charlotte’s chest. Her hands and fingers come closer and closer to Charlotte’s nipples under her shirt.

    “I didn’t get my milk this morning. Is it ok if I drink some of yours?” she asks her in a sweet, girly tone.

    Charlotte replies that she has already been drained this morning and has no milk left for her just now.

    Keira now decides to get involved with the crowd of boys around the sensually tormented Ashlee a few yards away.. She complains to Harry that she hasn’t gotten her milk yet and that they should turn their mother over.

    Although Harry still hasn’t pulled his boxers up, he begins to help Kiera to turn their mother over on her back.

    Charlotte watches with amusement and admiration as the two, with the help of Jim underneath, actually manage to sit Ashlee upright and then tip her over backwards, with both Jim and Gene’s dicks never leaving her holes!

    A strained groan can be heard from Gene as he finds himself underneath Ashlee’s big, bulbous body. Her weight pressing down on him and making him sink deep into her from behind.

    Jim seems to get new energy now that he’s on top and can move more freely. He begins to fuck her pussy at a much faster pace.

    Kiera is getting her hands in under her brother and unbuttoning Ashlee’s gown.

    Ashlee seems to be in another dimension and just lets her daughter free her left breast and dive in on it!

    Kiera is on her knees, sucking greedily at her mothers exposed breast while Jim is frantically humping away with a sloshing sound coming from where their bodies connect!

    Charlotte can only see Gene’s legs sticking out from under Ashlee now, but can very well imagine that he’s enjoying himself.

    The weary smile on Ashlee’s face is telling the same story.

    It is a sight to see. Ashlee is truly a sexy goddess. Her thick, shapely legs are hanging limply on each side of Jim’s pumping hips, Keira is devouring her left breast, which is about three times the size of her head. And from underneath she is impaled on Gene’s throbbing hard on!

    Charlotte can’t help but also feel her gears roaring up from the amazing show playing out in front of her.

    She can tell on just watching her son Gene’s legs spasming underneath that he is cumming. But Jim isn’t done yet and just keeps pounding his mother at a frantic pace!

    Charlotte has learned this by now. Younger men are always more energetic in the morning if they haven’t gotten to release during the night.

    Sometimes Gene would penetrate her at nighttime, and those mornings after – he is always much more calm.

    But Jim seems to not have gotten his share during the night, so he’s making up for it now!

    Ashlee, stuck in the middle, has already climaxed and is now in a haze, riding the shockwaves after.

    Eventually Jim slows down and the three of them just lie on top of each other, breathing.

    Only Kiera, on her knees beside them, is moving. Squeezing at her mothers giant breast and sucking her milk in long big gulps.

    Harry has returned to his trailer already.

    Josh comes running out of his trailer opposite of Charlotte’s. Wilma is chasing after him, as usual…

    Charlotte turns her attention to this new open air circus. The orgie seems to be over, but new action is taking place!

    Wilma is calling for him to stop and drink his milk! But it’s all a game to Josh and he runs around the tables and chair, playing keep away with his frustrated mother!

    Wilma is still only wearing her apron and her full, heavy breasts bounce around wildly in the chase.

    Finally Wilma is out of breath and has still not caught him. Being an 18 year old youngster, his stamina precedes hers by far.

    Wilma has to give in and offers to sit on him, if he promises to lie still and just drink his milk from her.

    Josh agrees eagerly, pulls his pants down and lies flat on his back in the grass. His dick pointing straight up into the air.

    Wilma is still exhausted from the chase but seats herself on top of him, giving off a slight moan as she sinks down on her son’s member.

    She releases the top of her apron and leans down over Josh. He latches on to her breast and Wilma’s head falls back in a relieved sigh.

    She slowly rides him while he drinks her milk, straight from the source.

    Charlotte’s pussy is now dripping and she finds herself a bit baffled by the fact that, with so many hard dicks around, not one of them is inside of her right now.

    But it’s a nice feeling, to sometimes just be horny without instant satisfaction.

    The two boys sandwiching Ashlee are spent and are now letting her free from their grasps.

    Ashlee seems pretty worn out too and scoots herself over to a large empty oil barrel and leans against it.

    Keira helps her and gives her nipple a last few sucks as her siblings come running out from their trailer.

    It seems that Steve and Anna also want milk from her.

    Keira covers Ashlee’s nethers with her torn up gown and brings out both her breasts for her brother and sister to enjoy.

    Ashlee’s eyes are only half open after still being strained from the gang of young men having their way with her moments earlier.

    But she lets Steve and Anna cuddle up by her sides and latch on to a breast each.

    She strokes their heads as they start sucking at their mother.

    Charlotte is always amazed at how much milk Ashlee seems to produce.

    She can only manage to feed her offspring twice a day and that’s the normal way for mothers here she thinks. Once in the morning and then again once at bedtime. Usually the kids stop breastfeeding around 20, only Kiera is an exception. Even though she’s already 23, she still drinks from her mother’s teats.

    But seeing as to how Ashlee never seems to run dry, maybe that is for the best.

    Charlotte knows the uncomfortable feeling of when her tits are inflated and full of milk. A mother has to have them emptied sooner or later and Ashlee seems to have to have them sucked on all the time.

    Wilma is still riding her son slowly on the grass beside her, so Charlotte goes back inside to check on her dad and Emilia.

    Rufus is still passed out on the sofa and Emila has her head in his lap and is sucking him off passionately. She is still completely naked, lying on her belly.

    Charlotte tries to get her attention, but is soundly ignored.

    Not until Charlotte sits down on the sofa between her slender legs and shoves her thumb up Emilia’s tight butthole does she let Rufus dick out of her mouth and turn her head.

    “Hey? what is it?” she says, sounding annoyed at being interrupted. Her hand is still gripping Rufus’s semi hard cock.

    “You need to take it easy on grandpa. His poor dick has been working hard all morning and he’s no spring chicken you know,” Charlotte explains, pressing her thumb a bit deeper into her daughter’s butt for emphasis!

    “…and, you need to listen when I talk to you!” Charlotte finishes, pressing the rest of her thumb in!

    “Uhhgh.. yeah, yeah! Ok! Sorry mom,” Emilia says, her voice audibly strained from the intruder in her butthole.

    “Good girl. Now go slow…” Charlotte says softly and turns the TV on as Emilia gets back to swallowing Rufus’s dick again. This time she is much more gentle and slow. Sinking her head as deep as she can go on it and then slowly pulling back. Massaging every inch of his member with her tongue on the way up.

    Charlotte still has her thumb up Emilia’s butt and is absentmindedly massaging her back tunnel. She enjoys listening to her daughters’ increasing moans and hums of pleasure as she gets her closer and closer to climax.

    The TV is showing some court room drama and a couple are fighting about who gets custody of their pet crocodile. Charlotte loves these kinds of day time TV-shows.

    They are always so outrageous and weird, in a funny way.

    She always wonders if the people in them aren’t actually paid actors. Or can people out in the rest of the world really be that strange? No matter which, it makes for good TV.

    Suddenly she feels Emelie’s sphincter tighten up around her thumb and her legs start shaking. Her mouth is still around Rufus’s cock and she lets out a long muffled groan as she climbs over the edge and falls down the cliff of a satisfying orgasm.

    Her anal canal is pulsating around Charlotte’s thumb as she goes totally limp in the rest of her body. Only her ass is twitching now.

    Charlotte keeps her thumb inside but slows down her movements. She knows the superb feeling of being able to come on something still inserted in you.

    Emelie’s orgasm made Charlotte miss the outcome of the couple with the crocodile. This bums her out a bit, but a new court case is starting. This time it’s some people suing their babysitter for stealing diapers from them!

    Emelie has fallen asleep or fainted on the sofa. Charlotte’s thumb still wedged into her tight rectum and she’s still sucking on the sleeping Rufus’s cock..

    Charlotte feels relaxed. The heat around her thumb and the soft suction noises from over by Rufus’s lap feel comforting.

    She can feel Emelie’s sphincter clenching around her thumb every now and then. As if her body is checking to see if it’s still in there.

    The next TV-show is starting. Some low octane series about factories and how they function.

    It’s not really exciting, but Charlotte is enjoying the cozy silence.

    A while later Gene comes in and stands by the sofa. He is curiously staring at Charlotte’s inserted thumb in his sister’s butt.

    Charlotte can see his shorts starting to bulge and knows where this is gonna go.

    So when he finally asks if he can nail Emelie, she is already pulling her thumb out and giving him her seat on the sofa.

    Charlotte moves over to the other side of Rufus, who is also watching the TV while Emelie is softly sucking his dick in her sleep.

    “Now be gentle with your sister!” Charlotte cautions Gene, “She just climaxed not long ago, so let her rest.”

    Gene nods obediently as he’s unzipping his shorts and his erect boner points out.

    He carefully places himself between his sister’s naked legs and as slowly as he can, sinks himself into her.

    Emilia moans in lust with Rufus’s dick still in her mouth but doesn’t wake up.

    Gene starts rocking his hips into her in very slow and tender strokes, looking anxiously at Charlotte.

    She gives him an approving nod and cuddles up to her father Rufus, turning her attention back to the TV.

    It is now showing the production line of a lego-factory. It’s so very colorful and clean.

    If all factories were that clean, Charlotte wouldn’t mind working in one. She ponders the idea as she feels Rufus’s fingers sliding their way down between her thighs.

    Her father knows what she likes and is increasing the pace of his fingers sliding around over her pussy in just the right acceleration. Sometimes over her clit, sometimes over her pussy lips but most of the time slipping in and out of her soaking hole.

    Charlotte is trying to stay calm but after a while she can’t quench the flood of warmth within!

    She grabs hold of his arm, feeling his muscles move as his fingers work on her sensitive nethers!

    Charlotte cums hard on his hand! She shakes and quivers as the orgasm hits her. Starting from her pussy and shooting up through her chest!

    Rufus lets his fingers rest inside of her, while her vaginal muscles pulsate around his inserted fingers. Her juices leaking into his palm beneath.

    Charlotte has lost the thread of the TV-show, but it’s nice to just have the sound in the background and feel the warmth of her fathers arm against her body.

    Looking down, Emilia still has her lips around his cock and her body is rocking back and forth because of Gene’s shoving into her from behind.

    The rhythmic massage Emelie’s mouth is giving him seems to have an effect. Rufus has grown hard again and it’s clear that Emelie is struggling in her sleep to accommodate his long, large member inside of her mouth.

    Gene is now picking up the pace and Emilie is slowly waking up. Charlotte puts a hand on the back of her head to keep her on dad’s cock. She has to use all of her technique to breathe through her nose while being pounded from behind!

    Gene’s pumping has now reached maximum level and the rocking of her head on his cock is making Rufus climax! Emelie is swallowing as best she can and inhaling through her nose loudly! Charlotte keeps her head in place. She doesn’t want the sofa to get more stains than it already has!

    Just as Rufus is coming down from his release Gene and Emelie climax simultaneously!

    They both arch their backs and their bodies stiffen up as their joint orgasms rip through their bodies!

    That’s the perk of being twins, Charlotte thinks to herself. Their bodies are so in tune with each other that they almost always come at the same time! It’s heart warming to watch, as a mother.

    Gene, wearily flops down over his sisters back as his dick pumps and jerks inside of his sister.

    Charlotte lets Emelie pull her head off of Rufus’s dripping dick and she inhales in a long relieved gasp. They all just stay still for a while. Breathing and rising out their lewd emotions together.

    Gene finally gets off his sister and goes to wash up.

    Emelie stays lying on her belly and kissing and cuddling with Rufus’s spent dick. Even though he’s now grown soft, it is still pretty big and girthy. Emelie is happily licking it clean from juices.

    The sounds of Ashlee’s footsteps on their stairs can be heard.

    Ashlee has a certain way of walking that makes it easy to detect her. It’s like she demands attention wherever she moves to.

    She is used to the sight of Charlotte and her family cuddling on the sofa and stands herself on the side of it. On her right arm she’s carrying her littlest one, Camilla. She is sleeping with Ashlee’s big nipple in her mouth, slowly sucking at it. More for comfort than for milk.

    Ashlee has changed from her gown to just a pair of green and yellow sports trunks riding low on her hips. She’s chosen to go topless. Her enormous breasts spilling out in all their glory.

    Her right one is of course partly hidden behind Camilla, but her left one is sticking out and it’s hard not to look at it.

    Her large swollen nipple on the lower half of it has a droplet of milk hanging from it.

    Charlotte is again amazed at her rate of milk production, although she can feel her own breasts have started to tense and firm up more since this morning. But even though they are big, they look puny in comparison to Ashlee now standing majesticly by her side and chatting away. Her hair bun is on end and her make up is smeared from the gang bang her son’s put her through earlier.

    Ashlee complains about how hectic the mornings can get when both the boys don’t manage to nail her during the night.

    Usually either Jim or Harry get to fall asleep with her on top of one of them and then the other one will most often crawl up on her during the night and pump her full in a semi sleeping stage.

    The others will just suck on her breasts in turns until morning. But that is no problem for her, she explains. When she has someone sucking on her tits she can sleep through anything she claims.

    But this night, for some reason she had started out riding Harry to release but then came so hard herself that she kind of fainted and they rolled over. With Harry on top and still inside of her all night, poor Jim never got the chance to also fuck her, that’s why he was so hyper this morning and was chasing her.

    “You know how boys can be,” she scoffed with a sexy smile.

    ‘Bee’ enters and is immediately fixated on Ashlee’s free, left breast.

    She lets Ashlee finish her telling before she asks if she can just have a few sips.

    “Aren’t you a little too old to be drinking milk Bee?”, Ashlee jokes, but lets her.

    ‘Bee’ sits down on the arm rest of the sofa, putting her head in the right height to suck on the standing Ashlee.

    ‘Bee’s head is so tiny in comparison with Ashlee’s jugs. It’s like if she’d be sucking milk from a two gallon jug!

    As ‘Bee’ is gorging down on her milk giving nipple, Ashlee quiets down a bit and is obviously enjoying the treatment ‘Bee’ is giving her.

    Charlotte can spot a trickle of pussy juice making its way down Ashlee’s inner thigh.

    Having her nipples sucked is clearly making her loins heated.

    Charlotte muses at the fact that her sons are soon gonna be put to good use by Ashlee when she gets back to her trailer.

    While Charlotte sits in the afterglow of her former climax, still sending waves of soft pleasure through her womb, Emelie and Rufus leave the couch.

    Charlotte finds herself staring. Although Ashlee’s eyes are closed and ‘Bee’ is busy getting her face mushed into Ashlee’s giant mound of milk, Charlotte finds herself being a bad host.

    She quickly straightens her clothes and goes to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. She puts most of them on a plate in the kitchen but brings one out to Ashlee also.

    When she comes back out to the living room she can see that the groin on Ashlee’s trunks is completely soaked and her inner thighs are covered in shiny liquid.

    “Ashlee… you want something to eat honey?” Charlotte asks in a soft voice, as not to disturb the ones feeding on her breasts.

    Ashlee just opens her mouth, eyes still closed. Her arms are both occupied by holding the little one against one breast and pressing the back of ‘Bee’s’ head against her other swelling breast.

    Charlotte feeds her the sandwich in bites and Ashlee is humming with satisfaction. It’s hard to tell what she is enjoying the most. But maybe it’s the combination of having her nipples sucked and being fed by Charlotte.

    When the sandwich is finished Ashlee says that she needs to change little Camilla’s diaper and brings ‘Bee’ along with her, luring her that she’ll get more milk if she tags along.

    They both sweep out of Charlotte’s trailer and she is again left alone with the soothing sounds of the TV. Some game show is coming on and Charlotte leans back, enjoying some alone time.

    She soars at how satisfying her life is. How much free love there is to spread around and get. She’s heard that things out in the world can be very different from this life and envies herself for having the luck of living here, in this cozy little trailer park.

    Charlotte falls into a soft and cozy slumber whilst contestants on the TV win washing machines and electric scooters.

    Hard to say how long she was out but when she wakes up the sun is setting outside and Gene is fondling her breasts:

    “Oh? Hey honey. What can I do for you?” she asks in a sleepy voice.

    “Mom.. I need some release…” Gene says, using his best puppy dog eyes and trying to look cute.

    He’s an 18 year old boy and is a bit taller than Charlotte, he looks nothing like a puppy anymore, but Charlotte of course obliges him. There’s almost nothing she would do for that young man of hers.

    She pulls her pantie aside and spreads her legs for him. Gene immediately gets on his knees in front of the sofa and aims his already hard dick into her slippery slit.

    He sinks in in an instant and begins thrusting and humping.

    Charlotte’s legs are bobbing along on each side of him as he tries to get a grip around her hips and waist for better penetration.

    It feels so good! Her body is still only waking up and already she’s feeling the immense satisfaction of getting filled up from inside!

    Rufus comes along and joins them on the couch. He sits down beside Charlotte’s curvy and bouncing hips and gives her a kiss as Gene is hammering away into her.

    Emelie comes in right after and also wants some attention. She asks to sit on Rufus’s lap and he unzips his pants. His long, thick boner rises majesticly between his legs and Emelie, who’s still as naked as when she woke up, climbs atop of him!

    It takes her some strenuous work, but soon she manages to get most of him inside of her and starts riding!

    Charlotte and her father sit back relaxed and watch the TV as Gene and Emilie do their thing to them.

    This session of fornication takes much longer than all the earlier ones. Having cum so many times already during the day, the build up to another climax is a harder journey.

    Eventually they all arrive even though in their own particular order.

    Emelie stays sitting, perched on Rufu’s pulsating cock but Gene finally pulls out of his mother and sits beside her watching the show.

    As night time falls Charlotte shoo’s everyone off to the bathroom for washup and teeth brushing. Gene and Emelie almost get into some squabble but Charlotte quickly shuts them down with the threat of them not getting any milk from her if they fight!

    Charlotte knows that this is an empty threat. Her tits would ache if she didn’t get them drained during the night at all.

    But it works and it all goes smoothly from there.

    When she gets to bed both of her twins are lying on their backs, eagerly awaiting their milk.

    This is probably Charlotte’s favourite time of every day. She places herself on all fours above them and lets them latch on to a breast each.

    They instantly start sucking on her wanting nipples and this sends strikes of lightning straight down to her folds.

    And as customary, Rufus is last out of the bathroom and hard again. He turns off the light and slips his cock into Charlotte from behind.

    But this time her pussy is only for lubrication. He soon pulls out and aims the swollen head of his penis at her butthole.

    The tightness of it is so extremely arousing to them both. Charlotte’s body instinctively braces against the intrusion although she knows that Rufus isn’t going to give up.

    He only has to add more force before he finally opens her sphincter and can press in!

    Charlotte lets out a lustful groan as he starts filling her hind hole!

    Gene pauses his sucking of her breast, and with her nipple still in his mouth he says,”Why can grandpa use your ass when I can’t mommy?”

    “Uhh… no, no. He’s in ..uhg.. my pussy son. It’s just that… huuuh… he’s so big that mommy has to … uuh. groan a little, you see…”, Charlotte lies unconvincingly, “Now drink your… uuhh… milk darling.”

    She presses her leaking breast back over his mouth and puts some more weight on it.

    Rufus gets into his rhythm behind her. The whole bed is rocking and her young ones soon fall to sleep, still sucking away at her.

    The mass of sensations makes Charlotte cum in a row of silent gasps as her father is pumping away towards his own climax!

    Finally he presses in hard and she can feel her insides filling with his warm sauce!

    As usual they also fall asleep, with him still inside of her. Her anal canal massaging every last drop out of him.

    Just another day in the trailer park.


  • SARAH’S BI-SEXUAL FANTASIES

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    We both enjoy sex with an audience and flaunting our naked bodies. My man loves telling me my ‘magnificent thighs and ass are my best features,’ when sex is involved.

    For me, his thick, nine-inch erection is my sexual turn on. I have always had a high sex drive which over the years has developed into wide ranging preferences and turn ons.

    I was in my mid-twenties when I watched another couple fucking for the first time. Around the same time my then current man took me to a club where we watched one man blowing another man. They were both incredibly attractive and very talented. And the man having his cock sucked had the biggest erection I had ever seen at that stage.

    The first time I had two men was not long after that when I met them in the bar after a business conference a long way from home. They were both five years younger than me and real studs.

    The first time I had two men while another woman watched was the very next day. One of the same two men wanted his partner to watch. I made a point of turning her on, and myself, by asking her to undress me. Her hands were shaking as she undid the clip on my g-string and it dropped to my ankles. Then I stood naked in just my heels with my hands on the wall as the men kissed my ass and I looked her in the eye before she watched the men have me.

    My first lesbian experience was long overdue as I had been bi-curious for many years. I had always enjoyed being seduced. Seduction by a woman was alien to me, though I was very open to it after Dee propositioned me and invited me to her condo.

    I decided on some cosplay, I wanted make a real event of my first lesbian experience. I dressed in my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, no knickers or bra under a short black dress. Lots of sexual tension when Dee, a tall size 12 brunette with long legs and a slim body told me I was a very exciting woman as we passionately tongue kissed. Ten minutes later I was flat on my back on the bed, still with my stockings and garter belt, as she licked my cunt lips after she licked and sucked my nipples.

    The first time I had two women, or should I say two women had me was very exciting for me. Less than ten minutes after I arrived at their lavish condo they had me naked apart from my heels and g-string – and very aroused. I was pleased to see they both had sexy, feminine bodies as they asked me to undress them as I kissed each of them turn.

    The way they both kissed me with their tongues was exquisite. They had both licked and sucked my nipples at the same time before kissing and licking my ass as they slid my g-string down to my ankles.

    “Anna has wanted to fuck you with her tongue ever since we met, and I want to watch,” Janet told me as Anna licked and kissed her way up my thighs. Sexual heaven with two passionate women at the same time, one with her tongue in my mouth, then licking my nipples and the other’s tongue pleasuring my cunt lips.

    The first time I watched another man give my then current man a blow job was a strange and challenging, though very exciting and enjoyable experience, for both of us. We were holiday in a five-star resort when I asked if he would like me to watch another man blow him.

    The very next afternoon I was watching Garth giving him a blow job. His cock looked magnificent between Garth’s pursed lips. I watched naked, fascinated and very turned on as Garth varied his technique while I used my vibrator.

    I must have been thirty-six when a man watched me pee for the first time after a very satisfactory sex session. An absolute buzz for my exhibitionist side as I opened my legs for him and his cock responded. Since then I have learnt it is an excellent way to stimulate a man to a second erection.

    One of the men I did it for asked me to go one step further. “A golden shower Sarah. Please?”

    “Is this what you want?,” I teased as he lay on his back on the bathroom floor, standing over him with my legs wide apart so he could ogle my ass at the same time. He was even more excited than me as I poured over his flaccid cock, which became erect very quickly.

    Something I had always wanted was a thick, hung man. I was thirty five when I finally came across such a man. He was two years older than me with a thick, eight-inch cock when erect.

    Ever since that has been my benchmark. My current man is nine-inches and he has watched and enjoyed me blowing men larger than him.

    When my current man and I invite a second man around, sometimes I make an entrance wearing heels, a short skirt, a thong and a jacket with the buttons undone to show my cleavage. Without saying a word I will drop the skirt to expose my legs, then quickly turn around to show my ass cheeks hanging out of the thong.. Then undo the clip at the side of the thong so it falls to the floor. A really special buzz is tongue kissing my man while another man is kissing my ass cheeks, all hands free, the only contact is tongue and lips, wonderful foreplay.

    Today we are anticipating being ‘special guests’ at a swingers session with three other couples.

    “I would like to have two men for my sexual pleasure today, I really would,” I told my man on the way. “Could you handle that?”

    “Fine by me. As long as I can have two women for my sexual pleasure,” he smiled.

    When we arrived a little late, two couples were closely watching another couple in complete silence. We could feel the sexual tension when we focused. A naked man was licking and kissing the large ass of an almost naked naked woman laying face down on a bed. “That’s Ben and Barb, they only met ten-minutes ago,” someone whispered as we watched him licking and kissing her glorious ass cheeks. She lifted her ass so he could slide off her thong.

    “They are going to fuck while we watch,” my man whispered. “Is that a turn on for you?”

    “You know it is, my libido is in overdrive,” I told him loud enough for all to hear.

    I will let my man continue the story.

    “What is your special turn on?,” a younger man asked Sarah as he took her hand while we watched.

    “I love being licked and teased,” she flirted as she looked him over. “And I love having my big ass worshiped.”

    “A man, a woman, one of each? Or perhaps two men today?,” he asked as another man appeared.

    A few minutes later Sarah was naked apart from her heels as one man licked and sucked her nipples while another licked and kissed her magnificent ass cheeks.

    Then she sat on a chair with one leg over the shoulder of one of the men as he licked his way up her thighs. She had a hand on the other man’s erection as the other one ran his tongue along her cunt lips.

    “I am to please and be pleased,” she told them as the second man fed his erection between her pursed lips.

    I was looking forward to being sexually pleasured by two women while I glanced at my lady being sexually pleasured by two men – their partners. Both of the women were of Asian appearance and very attractive, Ebony skin and very feminine bodies.

    I was naked, with a full-on, thick, nine-inch erection, sitting on a chair opposite my lady watching her being pleasured by two men. “Your turn on is my turn on baby,” I told her as we glanced at each other.

    The second woman was topless, flaunting her good, firm tits as she licked my nipples as the other one was licking and kissing my erection. She had shoulder length jet-black hair and a bemused smile as she looked at my very erect cock. “You have a huge, thick cock. You must be nine-inches,” she murmured in a raspy voice as she watched her friend taking my erection between her pursed lips.

    “Do you like my big ass, almost as good as your lady’s ass?,” she teased as she turned her back and let her short skirt fall to the floor and flaunted it for me. “Would you like me to get an erection for you?,” she asked as she turned around to flaunt her very attractive, hairy, large, thick cock.

    “Yes I would,” I murmured, extremely aroused as I ogled her large, thick cock, so thick it was out of proportion to her body.

    “You could suck my cock while you watch your lady sucking my man’s cock. My man’s friend is licking your lady’s cunt, she really is enjoying it. He is very good at cunnilingus, I have watched him many times. We could emulate them,” she teased as she stroked her cock with a fingertip and achieved a raging erection for me.

    “Would you,” she teased again as she slid the tip of her erection over my nipples.

    “Would you like to suck my cock while you watch your lady sucking my man’s cock?”, she asked again as she slid it between my pursed lips, then withdrew.

    “Is that a turn on for you, watching your lady sucking my man’s cock?

    “Would you like to suck my cock while you watch your lady sucking my man’s cock?”, she asked again. “My cock is bigger than his. So are my tits, would you?”

    “Yes,” was all I could mutter, very aroused, as I watched my lady sucking her man’s cock as she slid her erection between my pursed lips.

    New levels of sexual arousal for me and wonderful eye candy. I could see my lady having her wet cunt lips licked as the man doing it had his hands supporting her gorgeous ass while another man was licking and sucking her erect nipples.

    The partner of one of the men providing sexual pleasure to my lady was giving me an expert blow job as my lady glanced at me.

    Phon was her name. “Next time I want to have your lady.”

    “And I want to have you,” Sarah replied.

    Exactly one week later we are expecting Phon in our condo.

    During the week we had sex every night while we verbally fantasized about sex with Phon, an incredibly attractive tranny.

    “Would you like me to suck your cock while Phon licks and tongue fucks me to orgasm? I want her to pay her dues before I suck her cock,” Sarah told me as we fucked. “Perhaps you could lick and suck her nipples while I give her a blow job?

    “Or perhaps she can suck your cock while I give her a blow job?“

    “What shall we wear for her? You could wear the stockings and garter belt I gave you. Your erection in that outfit is a huge turn on,” Sarah told me as we applied tanning lotion to each others naked bodies.

    “What should I wear for her?,” Sarah asked the day before as we were discussing what to wear for Phon. “You told me I could wear the stockings and garter belt I gave you.”

    “You told me my erection in that outfit is huge turn on Sarah,” I told her as she watched me trying on the outfit.

    I watched her peeing with her legs wide apart. “That is still a turn on for you isn’t it? You know your turn on is my turn on,” she whispered as she stroked my now almost erect cock. Your erection is magnificent in that outfit. Kinky and magnificent.”

    When Phon arrived I greeted her and we kissed with our cheeks as Sarah watched on. Phon really was a most attractive and exotic creature. Ultra feminine, high heels, bare legs, a very short leather skirt that showcased her wonderful thighs and a tight, black silk shirt with just one button done up to accentuate her cleavage. Her nipples were obvious poking against the silk.

    Sarah and me were both wearing one of my business shirts with all the buttons undone. Just as Sarah suggested I was wearing the black stockings and garter belt she gave and she was wearing a similar outfit I gave her with heels. I love the feel of it on my almost naked body.

    “You are a very exciting woman Sarah,” Phon whispered as they tongue kissed. “I want to pleasure you just as my man and his friend did. I want to lick and kiss your magnificent ass cheeks.”

    “Then do it worship my ass, lick and kiss it Phon,” Sarah told her as she turned her back, hands behind her head, legs spread, naked apart from her heels stockings and garter belt as Phon helped her remove her shirt.

    I never tire of ogling my lady’s ass cheeks. I have worshiped her ass myself countless times, three times in the last week, and watched men and women worship it, sometimes both at the same time. Even better if Sarah and I are tongue kissing at the same time, just as we were then.

    “Your man licked and sucked my nipples a week ago Sarah. Now your turn,” Phon told Sarah as they tongue kissed while Sarah helped her slide her shirt off. Just as I recalled, good firm tits and sexy feminine nipples as Sarah enjoyed licking and sucking them.

    “Your man told me you want me to lick you to a climax, before you give me a blow job. Would you like to look at my large, thick cock while I tongue fuck you? Have you and your man been fantasizing about my large, thick cock?”

    “Yes please and yes we have been fantasizing about your large, thick cock”

    Phon played the moment to perfection as she turned her back, undid a clip on her leather skirt and it fell to her ankles, leaving her naked apart from her heels.

    “Her ass is almost as good as yours baby,” I whispered as I ogled it and compared.

    “Do you like my naked body?,’ Phon teased, hands on hips, as she confidently turned to flaunt it for us.

    A tranny with a very feminine body and magnificent, thick cock is always a turn on for Sarah and me. Phon’s naked body and magnificent, thick cock had given me a full on erection.

    “Hold me while she tongue fucks me standing up,” Sarah whispered as she turned around.

    “The better the tongue fuck, the better the blow job,” Sarah muttered with her legs spread as Phon grasped her ass cheeks while her tongue found the tip of her clit. Sarah had a hand on my erection as I kissed her neck while she soaked up the pleasure of Phon’s tongue.

    “That is so good, so good, so fucking good,” Sarah muttered as her body tensed while she fought back her climax. “Tease me, edge me, tease my cunt lips with your tongue. I love it, fucking love it,” she moaned as her body shook and she climaxed.

    “Don’t stop, tease me, edge me, I love it, love it,” Sarah moaned as Phon raked her nails over her ass as she edged her cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. Sarah was very aroused as she chanted, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” as orgasms again, Then again.

    “I promised you the better the tongue fuck, the better the blow job Phon,” Sarah smiled. “You are very talented. That was magnificent, just fucking magnificent.”

    “I want to give you a blow job to remember,” Sarah whispered full of confidence as she organized Phon on a chair, our sex chair, in front of a wall length mirror.

    “And so do I,” Phon whispered as she licked and kissed my very erect cock.

    Magical sex receiving a blow job from a very attractive, talented shemale while ogling her naked body and magnificent, thick cock while watching my extremely talented lady giving her a blow job to remember. To really remember.