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  • Joyce has a lesbian encounter!

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    Hey guys, Joyce here! So this story is about an encounter I had with my friend Jennifer. It takes place about a week after my hot threesome!

    It’s Saturday! I thought to myself as I awoke to the sun shining into my window through slightly cracked blinds. Saturday is the day I always spend with my best friend Jennifer. We have been friends for years and stayed friends through my teenage pregnancy as well as two subsequent divorces.

    Through all that Jennifer has stayed a true and steady friend. So even though we met in school and could easily have drifted apart, we just stayed close. I always think of her when I see a funny meme, or I get a random fact stuck in my head.

    At thirty four my circle of friends has significantly shrunk. Especially after my divorces. My ex apparently bad mouthed me all over town and my so called friends look down their noses at me now when I see them.

    Anyhow, It’s Saturday and I get up and do my morning grooming routine. Then I dress and hop into my car. I make decent money as a software engineer. It allows me to work from home and make a decent living. So my car is a fully restored 1967 Ford Mustang fastback. I had it painted fire engine red and made sure I got a model with the 390 cubic inch engine.

    At three hundred twenty horsepower, my little darlin purrs like a very angry kitten. Anyways, I shifted gears and backed out of my driveway. I took the long way to Jennifers house and rolled down my window. It was brisk and the trees were turning beautiful gold and red. I live in a city called Middleton in the northern half of the continental United States.

    My hair whipped around in the wind as I drove, tickling my neck. I usually put it in a ponytail but today was my most casual day. I was wearing jean shorts, the ones with spandex in them. What? They are so much easier to put on. My ass is bigger than it used to be and I need all the tricks at my disposal.

    I pulled into Jennifers driveway a little after 8 AM and walked to the patio door on the side of her house. It doesn’t lock and I just slipped right in. I could hear her in the kitchen, clanking and banging pans together. So I snuck around the corner and jumped out at her. “Boo, got you!” I said after I landed with my hands in the air and my feet spread ridiculously.

    Jennifer jumped a foot in the air, a frightened look on her face. When she landed she spun toward me and started cursing. “What the fuck, Joyce. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? If you ever fucking do that again I swear I will… why are you laughing so hard? This isn’t funny!” I was nearly bent double I was laughing so hard. I tried fruitlessly to catch my breath, her red face and pissed look making me laugh so much harder, “Ha huff wait a sec, whoo wee that was funny!”

    I took another deep breath and looked at her. She wasn’t so red anymore and she had a little grin of her own gracing her lips. “You nearly made me shit my pants Joyce, I hate it when you do that! I swear I’ll get that patio door fixed one of the days!” I giggled and walked over to her and gave her a big warm hug. Now Jennifer might seem small but its deceptive. Her manner and body language cover a feisty personality. She is about six inches shorter than me but in way better shape.

    I always wish I had the drive to work out as much as she does but I guess most people wish the same, especially when friends with someone like Jennifer. Her body has been many guys wet dream I’m sure. “So what are you making?” I asked her. She blinked up at me for a moment then stepped back from our embrace and walked to the stove.

    “Well I was making an omelet before you scared me into next week.” She said as she resumed poking at her omelet with a spatula. I sat at the counter after pouring myself a cup of coffee. I know where all her cups are and everything else in her house of course. I’ve been here a million times after all.

    I sipped my coffee and she finished her omelet and sat across from me. “So what have you been up to the last few weeks?” She asked me very innocently. Her fake coy act cracked me up a little. I grinned at her and she winked. “Yes, I have an update on the whole threesome idea you gave me.” I then proceeded to tell her what my experience had been like.

    She listened avidly. Her eyes stayed focused on me, barely blinking and I must say, it was intense. Jennifer’s eyes are a light green and she can burn a hole with those eyes it seems like sometimes. I stumbled a few times while telling my story, not used to her intense scrutiny. When I finished she blinked and leaned back into her chair.

    She inhaled and dropped down out of her chair. “Let’s go into the living room, I want to be comfortable.” Then she strode into the living room with a determined stride. I stared at her back as she walked away. I wasn’t used to these sort of commands from her. She was usually a little more suggestive instead of demanding. I guess she is feeling herself this morning or something.

    I moved into the living room and joined Jennifer on the couch. She gave me a serious look and said “I knew you would like fucking two guys at once. You know how I know that Joyce?” I shook my head, unable to see where she was headed in this conversation. “It’s because you, sweetheart, are a whore. I always suspected but this confirms it. You’re a whore and and a slut. You like two guys at the same time and I bet that now you will never be able to just fuck a guy without thinking about that threesome.”

    I just stared into her eyes. I was completely floored by her words. I wasn’t a damn whore! Was I? She smiled at me. Her smile was all teeth and it wasn’t a particularly nice smile. “Here I’ll prove it” Jennifer reached out and grabbed my face with both hands. She then jerked me forward roughly and kissed me, hard.

    I was shocked and a little scared. I didn’t react at first, unable to process what was happening. The she nipped my lip with her teeth and things low in my belly responded. I leaned into the kiss and she snaked her tongue into my mouth, flicking it over my teeth as she did so.

    I tentatively stroked my own tongue over hers. Jennifer slid one of her hands from my face and grabbed one of my breasts. I gasped when she pinched my nipple. She broke the kiss and grinned at me. “ I told you that you were a whore Joyce. Look, all I did was kiss you and you got all hot and bothered.” I blushed and she cackled. I started to lean back but she grabbed my neck and kissed me again.

    Her kisses were urgent and nearly bruising. I got lost in the way she tasted, her tongue flicked over mine and she teased my bottom lip with her teeth. I don’t know how long we kissed. Minutes, Hours? Who knows? All I know is eventually I was breathing hard and aching with each kiss. Jennifers hands had long since started roaming over me, cupping a breast, stroking my face, caressing my back.

    Now I felt her hand lay flat against my belly and slide down. I felt her fingers at my waistband, then as she dipped into my shorts, beneath my panties. I gasped as she cupped me, her fingers exploring the center of me. I was wet and very, very, horny. Jennifer sighed as she felt how wet I was. “I knew you were a little slut. I’ve know for a while but this confirms it for me. Your pussy is soaking wet. You like me taking charge don’t you Joyce?”

    I nodded wordlessly. She kissed me again then again, her fingers stroking my pussy. It felt so damn good. I was willing to bet that she had fingered a woman before. She was a couple knuckles deep and putting pressure on my g spot. I moaned, loudly. She pressed closer and slipped her fingers even deeper into my core.

    I squirmed and she grabbed my neck and tilted my head down so our eyes locked. “Joyce? I want you to cum for me. I want you to come on my fingers baby!” Her intense green eyes locked onto my gaze, combined with her fingers in my cunt, threw me over the edge into orgasm. I shook in her grasp, my pussy clamping down hard around her fingers. I let out a gasp and then moaned really loud. She just continued to finger me, her hand never slowed at all, even with me squirming.

    As my orgasm subsided she withdrew her hand and pushed me back onto the couch. She then lifted my hips and removed my shorts and panties at the same time. Grasping my ankles, she looked down at my body beneath her. “I wanted to do this for a while now you know. I am glad you finally figured out what a whore you are.”

    She spread my legs and slid down so her face was inches from my pussy. She looked me in the eyes and then put her whole mouth over top of my wet cunt. I jerked a little as her tongue went to work on my clit. She flicked my clit and then thrust her tongue deep into me. I was dripping already but her saliva just made me even wetter.

    She made me cum again a minute later, after slipping two fingers into my dripping beaver. I arched my back and my thighs were shaking. She gripped me hard with one hand while the other slid in and out of my pussy relentlessly. I convulsed, my vagina was sensitive after multiple orgasms, all that blood close to the surface of my genitals making it super hard to ignore how hard she was fucking me post orgasm.

    She chuckled and reached her other hand that wasn’t fucking me up to my throat. She placed her hand around my neck and as she fingered my wet hole with one hand she started choking me with the other. Her fingers dug into the skin of my throat as her other hand hand steadily slipped in and out of me. I couldn’t breath, I was choking but I was also about to cum again. My body couldn’t decide if it wanted to orgasm or breathe and I locked up, my hand gripping the couch hard as my whole body went taught. Jennifer slid another finger into my cunt as she choked me.

    My vision was darkening as my lack of oxygen nearly rendered me unconscious. Her third finger slipping into me and her increased pace along with the lack of oxygen was overwhelming. She released my throat suddenly and I took a deep shuddering breath and my body tried to catch up all at once.

    I screamed at the ceiling as I came harder than I ever had before. My breaths came in ragged gasps as her fingers never stopped fucking my pussy. I was clenching my knees around her hand as I bucked in her grasp. She forced my legs apart and moved up my body after removing her fingers from my core. She kissed her way up my body, finally landing on my lips.

    I gripped her desperately, returning her kiss with a greedy need I hadn’t felt before. She had just made me fell so damn good. I wanted to return that, to make her feel what I just felt. But if you haven’t realized yet, I wasn’t in control here, Jennifer was. She nipped my lower lip and sighed into my ear, her whole body on top of me pressing me into the couch.

    “I like when you scream as I make you cum. Your a good little slut aren’t you Joyce? Tell me that your a good little slut.” I was desperate to feel good again, so I nodded. “I am a good little slut.” She smiled and kissed me again. Then she flipped me onto my hands and knees. “I always wanted to fuck you and eat your ass Joyce. You have an amazingly sexy body and don’t even know.”

    She slipped her fingers back into my dripping cunt. I felt her tongue on my asshole and gasped as she probed into me, parting my sphincter with ease and working her fingers deeper into me at the same time. I shuddered with pleasure as she continued to lick and finger fuck me. She was very skilled and I knew this wasn’t her first time with a woman.

    Suddenly she spanked me, hard. It stung but that combined with the other stimuli I was feeling pushed me over the edge and I came again. I hadn’t cum this much during my threesome a week ago. She continued to spank me every few minutes causing pain to bloom after every slap. After each slap she would stroke her tongue over my butthole or probe into it and it distracted me from the pain.

    I was on the edge again when suddenly Jennifer stood, dragging me up with her so my back was pressed into her front. She reached up, grabbing my throat again while her other hand fucked me roughly. “That’s right Joyce, you are gonna cum for me again you little slut. I want you to scream again baby. Scream for me!”

    She gripped my neck so hard it hurt and my knees nearly gave out. She held me up by her grip on my neck and her fingers in my pussy. I could suddenly breath again as she released my neck and grabbed my breast hard. It was just enough to push me into another screaming orgasm. I collapsed onto the floor, my knees giving out completely as I came. I dragged Jennifer down with me, still clutching my breast and fingering me. I shuddered in her grasp and tears were sliding down my face. “Please, please Jennifer!” I begged semi coherently. She grabbed my head and tilted it, forcing her lips onto my mouth. She stole my breath right out of my mouth, causing my heart to flutter.

    She released the kiss and I inhaled gratefully. She stood, her fingers dripping from my pussy. She looked down at me and smiled. “From now on, you’re my little slut, you hear me Joyce. Mine, if you want to fuck somebody else, you ask me first. Do you understand?” I nodded and her face hardened. “Answer me bitch.” I coughed and clutched my throat. “ I understand.” She relaxed and crouched next to me. “We are going to have some good times baby, I promise. Now come here, you need a shower.”

    She helped me up and walked me into her bedroom. She helped me shower then put me in her bed. I collapsed, exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, not caring about how harsh she had been. I knew that when it counted, she would make me feel good and really that’s all I cared about.

    Alright then, thanks for reading my story guys! I know its a long one so thanks for reading. More to come!


  • Man Nor Beast

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    Loneliness can make you into a monster.

    “He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”

    -Samuel Johnson

    ***

    “Careful,” one dancer said to another. “The freak is here.”

    Andrea pretended not to hear them. She let her eyes adjust from the afternoon glare to the dim interior of the club and then took her regular seat. It was a slow day by the look of it, the club less than half full and only a few dancers working, but it was early yet.

    She was already looking around for Leila, but it seemed she wasn’t on the floor yet, so Andrea just watched the stage for now. A dancer she didn’t know was on, gyrating to the music as the lights throbbed red, then blue, then green on her naked body.

    The waitresses ignored Andrea. They usually did, since she so rarely ordered anything. She used to tip them anyway, in an effort to be nice but that just seemed to confuse them, so she stopped wasting the money.

    She rarely tipped the dancers either, and for the most part they ignored her too. Everyone knew she was only here for one reason.

    The DJ announce Leila’s name. Andrea’s pulse picked up when Leila came onstage, all legs and smiles, and then she put her back against the pole and sank to her knees with head bowed, eyes closed, picking up the rhythm of the music.

    The flashing colored lights silhouetted her against the mirrored backdrop. Slowly at first, she began to sway. Andrea felt herself sway too.

    She tracked the swivel of Leila’s hips and the angle of her limbs and the beauty of her naked breasts as the lights covered her. The men in the club sat forward. Leila’s movements made a statement. “I love to dance,” they said. “I love every motion of my body. What could be more perfect than just to dance?”

    She looked like she didn’t even realize the audience was there. She was in a world all her own.

    When the set was over she started her rounds, beginning with a table of well-dressed men up front, sitting on the lap of the closest one. Andrea felt a stab of jealousy but pushed it down. She’s just doing her job, she reminded herself.

    It was almost an hour before Leila approached Andrea‘s table. She sat and scooted forward so that one of her knees was positioned between Andrea‘s, a bare glint of skin-to-skin contact.

    “Hi baby,” Leila said. “Did you like the show?”

    Andrea nodded.

    “Desire is on next,” Leila said, looking at the stage.

    “I don’t care who’s on if it’s not you,” Andrea said.

    Leila smiled. “You’re always so sweet. You’re the best part of my day, you know that? I look forward to seeing you all week.”

    Andrea bit her lip. Leila probably said that to everyone, but it was still nice to hear. Leila Andrea’s leg, smiling that tight-lipped smile that made it seem as if she knew exactly what everyone else was thinking, always.

    “I have to go back onstage soon,” she said. “Would you like a dance?”

    Andrea produced a folded $20 bill, brought for this very purpose. Leila led her to a dark booth off to the side. She waved at a few people along the way. Andrea just watched Leila.

    In the confines of the little booth, Leila danced just for her. Andrea watched, captivated, as her pale, naked skin reflected the faint light, so that she seemed luminous and unreal.

    After the song was over they sat together for a moment, Leila stroking Andrea’s hair and leaning against her shoulder, legs draped across her lap. At times like this it was easy to imagine them curled up together after a long day, neither of them speaking but just enjoying each other’s touch, falling asleep in one another’s arms. Andrea felt almost happy thinking about it.

    “I’ve gotta go, baby,” Leila said.

    “I know.”

    “Come back again though,” she said. “You’re my favorite. You know that, right?”

    Leila almost kissed her cheek, stopping with her lips a scant space away.

    Normally Andrea would have left right away, but today she lingered for some reason, watching the dancer on one of the side stages. The girl looked distracted, and Andrea thought she might be having a bad day, so she dug a few bills out of her wallet to tip her. That’s when she heard the voices:

    “Were you dancing for the freak again?”

    Andrea paused. She knew that voice; a dancer named Alexis.

    “Don’t call her that,” said Leila.

    They were both behind the screen where the dancers stood when coming on and off the stage. The DJ was playing a song with a quiet intro, so their conversation was just barely audible.

    “She’s my customer. She’s harmless. You do dances for women all the time.”

    “Not like her. She’s creepy. You know she’s all in love with you. She’s probably planning to make a mask out of your face.”

    “Stop it!” said Leila, but she giggled a little.

    Andrea’s fingers trembled and she dropped the bills, scattering them at the nameless dancer’s feet. The girl looked startled. Andrea turned to leave. She got as far as the door before she felt a weight drop in her stomach and went cold all over. Oh God, she thought, not now…

    But there was no going back now. IT was happening.

    She almost ran from the club. It was gloomy outside now, the afternoon sun hidden by clouds. The doorman looked startled but said nothing as she lurched away.

    She half-ran for a few blocks, her image reflected over and over in the glass facades of the office buildings, before taking shelter in a bus station. A woman in an expensive pantsuit was waiting for the 14 bus, adjusting an umbrella. Yes, it would probably rain soon.

    And it wouldn’t be fit out for man nor beast then.

    ***

    IT was coming. Andrea could only sit and wait.

    Her windows were open and cold air rushed in, along with the first drops of rain. Her tiny apartment was on the verge of freezing but she was covered in sweat.

    The room was sparse; she’d only moved in a few months ago, and would soon have to move back out. She never stayed in one place for long.

    It was getting dark out. Three stories below, on Mission Street, things were happening: the thick, oily air was roiling and the crowds were turning out for the nightly revels, the students and the artists and street kids mixing with the old immigrant families not yet pushed out to poorer neighborhoods and the yuppies who had been invading the neighborhood for more than ten years now.

    Andrea dug her fingers into the couch cushions and waited. Every time she blinked, phantom images flashed behind her eyelids for a fraction of a second. Her vision fluttered and she saw—

    Leila naked on a bed, pale against black sheets, limbs writhing, lips parted, taking one panting breath after another…

    Andrea opened her eyes. Her body temperature was rising. Outside, someone laughed too loud, and glass broke, and she heard the old woman next door yelling out the window. Andrea again blinked and saw—

    Leila’s hands moving across her own body, caressing sensitive flesh, touching hips and thighs and breasts, lolling and gyrating. She licked her lips with a red, red tongue and mouthed words that Andrea couldn’t hear but still understood:

    “I need you. Please. I need you…”

    The vision of her opened its arms, and Andrea imagined them twining around her, pulling her in, trapping her, nails running through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. She thought about her own lips, so close to Leila’s, lips that trembled and waited and wanted…

    The walls closed in. Something pounded in Andrea’s skull like it wanted to get out. She was going to split open.

    Outside, car horns blared and the thunder was coming in and she heard the thrum of rain on pavement. She gasped, trying to suck air down her throat even as it closed up. Then she went to the window and stood, naked, in the roaring wind.

    Their lips met, electricity leaping between them as Andrea’s body sank down next to Leila’s. The sheets were cool and Leila was warm and everything was soft, and Andrea felt the tightness in her chest start to fade, washed away in —

    Andrea’s chest clenched, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird. She doubled over in pain, screaming through clenched teeth, “Oh God, help me!”

    It was too much. Her limbs twisted. IT was starting. She tried to scream, but a ragged howl came out instead, and she knew she’d already changed inside.

    She watched her hands twist and gouge the hardwood floor (already so worn from other nights like this). She felt her spine roll and snap into a new position, keeping her on all fours. Her skin stretched. She felt the heat inside of her expel itself, rolling out of her. Someone screamed below, a high, frantic, laughing sound. She returned it.

    The dream vision crowded behind her eyes in even as it began to fracture under the weight of IT:

    Leila’s hands moved on Andrea, tracing the length of her naked back, touching the soft curve of her shoulders, cupping her breasts, thumbs glancing against her erect nipples. Andrea pulled her in even closer, not wanting a single inch of space between them. Their bodies fit together, and Andrea’s lips sought out Leila’s throat before sliding down across her collarbone. Leila purred.

    She pushed her mouth to Leila’s breasts, kissing them one by one, fondling her. Leila was languid, almost helpless, in her embrace. Their hips girded together and Leila began bucking, a slow, endless grinding motion.

    Andrea touched the inside of Leila’s thigh and she moaned. It reverberated through them.

    She itched all over, like her skin was burning, but she knew it would stop when the hair was done growing in. Her jaw protruded into a muzzle and her tongue lolled. As the change came over her she forgot her name, forgot her voice, forgot words at all, and the world became a shifting kaleidoscope of sensations, each layered on the other.

    She threw herself against the walls, clawing the plaster, baying and gibbering and howling to get out. It was time. The animal was loose. It wanted something, and it would have it.

    Andrea put her mouth to the crux of Leila’s thighs, kissing and lapping with her tongue extended. Leila trembled and Andrea pulled her in and they burned against one another. Andrea tasted Leila’s wet desire, taking a mouthful of it, savoring it, moving with the rhythm of Leila’s grinding hips.

    She held the moment still as long as she could, drawing it out, making each second last and imprinting it on her memory so that some part of her would be remember it always, and still, for the rest of her life…

    She clamored out the open window, dropping off the fire escape into the alley below, running on all fours, panting and hungry. The rain whipped her pelt. It was miserably cold, and the wind seemed intent on carrying the city away.

    She ran, howling at the black sky. It wasn’t fit out for man nor beast. But it was perfect for her.

    ***

    The beast prowled the streets for hours, following the scent of passersby. Any one of these people would have made easy prey, but there was someone particular she was looking for tonight.

    She couldn’t remember who it was or why she wanted this one person so bad, but she did remember the scent, the touch, and the warmth she was after. Oh yes, she wanted to feel warm again.

    And she was hungry, too. Very hungry.

    She came to a familiar place that she associated with the person she wanted. If she waited here long enough, she’d find who she was looking for. She stayed in the shadows of the parking lot, watching the exterior of the building.

    Was her prey here now, or was it too late? She barely had a sense of time. Everything was the present.

    There was movement nearby. She heard heels on the asphalt. There was a familiar scent. Yes, she knew this one. Crouching behind a car, the beast hugged the ground and crawled on all fours. The rain had stopped but the ground was still wet, and icy water soaked her pelt. She didn’t mind. She would be warm again soon.

    The quarry walked right past her. She slipped out and followed. The woman was alone, and there was no one nearby. She heard the jingle of keys. The woman was distracted. Another second, even just another half a second, and the moment would come. Almost…

    The beast pounced and the woman screamed and the air between their bodies became tight and hot and the hunger rolled in the beast’s stomach. She wanted to taste it: blood and raw flesh.

    She collided with the woman and they both rolled across the ground. The woman struggled, throwing her attacker off, then standing and trying to run, but the beast caught up again in a second, bowling into her from behind and knocking her down.

    Now it was time. The animal opened its jaws, anticipating the taste of flesh. She crouched over her fallen prey, the woman lying on the asphalt, stunned and helpless. The beast’s fangs were primed for her throat, and then…

    Andrea woke on the floor of her apartment. The window was open and she was lying in a pool of icy water.

    The room was a wreck and she was naked, shivering, bleeding, and felt sick to her stomach. She ran to the bathroom and stuck her head in the toilet but nothing came up. Usually she vomited blood the morning after IT happened. Sometimes other things too: fabric, jewelry, bones; once part of a foot. But this time nothing.

    She curled up in the tiny shower and let the hot water scald her. She tried to remember the previous night, but it was mostly a jumble of sensations. She remembered a woman though, and—

    The club. She had waited outside the club. And the woman was someone she knew. Oh God—Leila!

    Andrea dressed. She spent an hour mopping the rainwater up with paper towels and debating what to do. Finally she decided that she would have to go to the club and see what had happened.

    And if it turned out Leila was hurt, or worse? But she couldn’t bear to think about that now, so she didn’t. Like the night before, she stayed in the present.

    ***

    Andrea wanted to run and hug Leila as soon as she saw her, but held herself back. She sat at her usual table, jiggling her foot in anticipation. The club was crowded, mostly full of businessmen from the nearby office buildings, here to enjoy the show on their lunch breaks and take advantage of the buffet.

    She watched a table full of women up front throw singles at the stage. After half an hour, Leila spotted her and came over. “Hello,” she said, talking over a particularly obnoxious song. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

    “I had to see you,” said Andrea.

    Leila smiled, but it was a quick smile and easy to miss. “You’re sweet. I’m having kind of an off day here. Everyone is.”

    “Why?” said Andrea. She fought the urge to scream every second.

    Leila hesitated. “One of the girls was attacked last night. Alexis. She was working late, covering someone else’s shift. When she got off, she went out to her car and…”

    Andrea leaned in. “Is she okay?”

    “Yeah. I mean, she’s in the hospital, but she’s not hurt that bad. More scared than anything. She said it was some kind of animal. Like a wolf, she said. The police are calling it another wild dog attack.”

    “Wild dog?”

    “Like with the kid who got mauled in the Tenderloin two weeks ago.”

    Andrea felt sick again. Leila put a hand on her shoulder.

    “Hey, don’t go,” Leila said. “I’m sorry about all that. We aren’t supposed to talk about it with the customers. Why don’t we —”

    “No, it’s okay,” said Andrea. She pushed Leila’s hand away. The place she’d touched felt cold, somehow. “I have to go. It was nice seeing you.”

    She put some money into Leila’s hand, unsure how much it was, and left. Halfway down the block she looked up at the glass and steel skyscrapers and became dizzy, and she had to stay still until the world stopped spinning.

    Crowds passed around her in human waves. Eventually she caught the bus and locked herself back in her apartment, where she paced the floor and thought. That was it then. That was the last time she could see Leila.

    She’d gotten lucky last night. If it had been Leila who worked that late shift, what would have happened? Hurting Alexis was bad enough, even if Andrea had never liked her. But hurting Leila would be unthinkable. She couldn’t bear the thought of it. It was the entire reason she didn’t get close to people in the first place.

    So this was it. Never again.

    Her heart broke, but she stamped the feeling out. It doesn’t matter anyway, she told herself. She’s just some stripper, and I’m just a customer. After a couple weeks she’ll forget all about me. It doesn’t matter.

    She tried to take a nap, but tossed and turned instead. She put on music and sat at the window, listening to Mission Street outside and watching the clouds decide if they wanted to rain again. The speakers warbled:

    “All the lonely people,
    Where do they all come from?”

    Andrea wondered if Leila ever felt lonely. She wondered what Leila thought about when she did. She stayed in the same spot at the window, and when it got dark she didn’t bother to turn any lights on, preferring to just let the room go black.

    ***

    The first week was hard. The second week was hell. By the third she felt dead inside. She wanted to see Leila more and more every day, but the garbled, red-tinged memory of Alexis’ screams kept her away.

    As more weeks went by, she began to imagine that the pain would eventually diminish. It hadn’t yet, and she couldn’t guess it would anytime soon, but it at least seemed possible.

    And then she saw Leila.

    It took them both a while to notice each other. Andrea sat in the corner of the cafe, not drinking her coffee, not reading the newspaper spread on her table. Leila sat in the center of the room, sipping her drink slowly and looking out the window at the nighttime sidewalk.

    When Andrea saw her she thought she was hallucinating. But no, that was really Leila, really sitting over there. What should she do? The only way out was right past Leila’s table, and if Leila saw her…

    And then Leila did see her. She was looking right at her, and now she was beckoning Andrea over and, somehow, Andrea was walking, and sitting, and looking at Leila face to face. Leila was even smiling, not the knowing smile she used at work but a strange, quirky kind of smile that Andrea had never seen before.

    “So it’s you,” Leila said. “I’ve missed you.”

    “I haven’t been coming in,” Andrea said. “Work’s been slow.”

    “You know, I don’t think I ever even asked what you do.”

    “I’m unemployed.”

    “Unemployment has been slow?”

    Andrea’s face burned, but Leila smiled and touched her arm in a way that made it okay.

    “It’s strange seeing you here.”

    “Yeah,” said Andrea. And then she blurted out, “I was just thinking about you.”

    “Were you?” said Leila. “You know usually when a customer shows up out of the blue it means they’re following me. That happens sometimes. But I don’t think that’s what you did.”

    “No,” said Andrea. “I was trying to stay away.”

    Leila shook her head but gave no explanation for the gesture. She drank the rest of her latte and looked out the window some more. Andrea shifted in her chair.

    “Do you want to know what I’m doing here?” said Leila, whispering. Andrea hesitated, then nodded. “I’m hiding,” said Leila. “I stood up my date tonight. I was supposed to meet him an hour ago.”

    Andrea said nothing and Leila watched her, as if trying to guess what she was thinking.

    “He’s a customer, you see,” said Leila. “Dating a customer is a serious no-no, but that’s not why I didn’t show.”

    “Why didn’t you?” said Andrea. She licked her dry lips. She’d left her drink back at her table but now did not want to go back for it.

    “I just can’t think of him as anything except a customer. Like, it feels like he’s trying to pay me off, no matter what he does.” She sat back in her seat. “It’s too bad, because I think he’s really nice. But it doesn’t matter. There’s no getting around customers.”

    Leila started a little, realizing what she was saying. “Oh, but I don’t mean all customers. You’re different.” She smiled, too big.

    “I used to do that,” said Andrea. “Pay off women, you know? For ‘dates.’”

    Leila choked.

    “I was young and I couldn’t accept that I was attracted to women, so I figured that if I made it a business thing then it didn’t count. Does that make sense?”

    “A little,” said Leila, tilting her head.

    “It was a mistake,” said Andrea. “If you put off what you want it does bad things to you inside. I learned that too late. I’m still trying to get over it. I have bad nights still. Really bad nights.”

    Leila looked into her empty cup, saying nothing.

    “Anyway,” said Andrea, “that was a long time ago. It’s not the same as what you’re talking about, really.”

    “It is, a little,” said Leila. “That’s what gets to me. I feel like—”

    Andrea kissed her.

    It just happened, like a lightning strike or a heart attack. One minute everything was normal and the next minute it happened, and only when she leaned back did Andrea realize what she’d done.

    Leila looked stunned. Andrea wiped her mouth without thinking about it.

    “I’m sorry!” she said. “I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

    She got up and went to the door, leaving Leila, amazed, behind. Outside, she stepped off the curb and almost got run over by the 38 bus. She stumbled back, terrified, and felt someone grab her hand.

    “I’ve got you,” said Leila. “It’s all right.”

    Andrea waited for heart rate to slow. Inside she was screaming. Was IT about to happen? She couldn’t tell.

    Leila petted her hand and eventually her breathing slowed to normal. She swallowed. “Thank you,” Andrea said.

    “You’re welcome,” said Leila. Then: “Do you want to get out of here?”

    Andrea tried to talk, but she was speechless.

    “Because I do,” said Leila. “Let’s get out of here. Come on. My place isn’t far.”

    Andrea allowed herself to be led. They walked several blocks through the dark. Glass and steel buildings reflected the blackness and each other as the two women passed below, and everything was quiet and still.

    Leila unlocked a door and brought Andrea inside. The apartment was small and neatly decorated. Andrea lurked around the closed door, unsure of what to do. Leila pulled her in further. They both sat on the apartment’s only couch. Leila still held Andrea’s hands; hers were cold.

    Their lips brushed one another’s softly at first, but then Leila leaned more into Andrea, and soon they were in each other’s arms, lips parted, tongues tangled. The humid night air clung to them.

    They started fast, and before Andrea could catch her breath Leila pushed Andrea’s hand between her legs and pulled Andrea on top of her, guiding Andrea’s other hand along the lines of her body. Her skin was hot under the thin fabric of her dress. Their lips met again, dancing, and then Leila pulled back, teasing a little, nipping her lower lip.

    Is this really happening, thought Andrea? She felt Leila’s perky breasts under her dress; she had seen them many times, of course, but somehow it was different now, with them barely concealed by the lacey black neckline.

    Leila growled a little and at her encouragement Andrea’s touch became harder, more insistent, and eventually even rough. Their bodies ground against one another.

    Leila pushed Andrea’s hand lower, between her legs, glancing against the inside of her thighs. Leila whispered in her ear: “I have a confession to make: I was planning to do a lot more than just have dinner with that guy. No underwear, see?”

    Andrea felt wetness. Her pulse go into overdrive and for a moment she was worried about what might happen, but after only a second she realized there wasn’t any danger. Everything she wanted was right here. There was no need to go hunting for it.

    Andrea kissed Leila’s neck, her tongue lapping at the soft curves of flesh while her fingers moved up, rubbing the inside of Leila’s thighs and then touching her in the spot that made Leila gasp and tremble. She wriggled her ass against the seat and bit her lip, moaning under her breath: “More, please…”

    Leila’s arms wrapped around Andrea’s waist, hands caressing her hips and then grabbing her ass with both hands, pulling them into one another.

    “More, please,” she said again.

    Andrea slid one finger inside, then two, and Leila went wild, thrashing her head back and forth and beating on the car door with one hand. “Oh God!” she said. Andrea pushed them all the way in and then twisted them, once, and Leila cried out “Oh God!” again.

    “Do you want me to keep going?” said Andrea. Leila nodded. Andrea pushed up, and Leila’s body jerked, and they writhed together, and then she did it again, and her other fingers splayed on the outside of Leila’s sex and touched her at the most sensitive spot, and Andrea thought that Leila’s body might break apart with shaking.

    Leila’s lips found Andrea’s again, and then they were on her neck. Leila’s hands moved up Andrea’s body, pushing her away just a little so that she could feel Andrea’s small breasts through her shirt, thumbs glancing over erect nipples.

    Leila’s hands reached around and cupped Andrea’s ass, squeezing. She gave Andrea a quick smack and giggled as she jumped. She was whispering over and over, “Take me. Take me.”

    She was becoming wetter and wetter, and her own ever-insistent hands were now trying to slide between Andrea’s legs. Andrea twisted her wrist, turning her hand over, twisting inside of Leila, and Leila screamed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….again!” Andrea did it again and Leila screamed herself ragged.

    They were sweating together now, and Andrea’s head spun around and around. She had a feeling inside that she couldn’t account for, except to think of it as the opposite if IT.

    She kissed Leila in an attempt to smother the other woman’s rising screams. Leila, out of control, clawed at her and bit her and, reaching a point where she couldn’t speak, signaled to Andrea to stop by beating her on the shoulder with one little fist, over and over, as her body jerked and twitched, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a constant, silent scream.

    Andrea was sweating and panting as well, the vibrations of Leila’s convulsing, orgasm-wracked body creating friction, until the room was like a furnace and the two of them were roasting together in the heat of one another’s bodies.

    They lay together for a minute after Leila came back down, and then, awkwardly, they untangled themselves, straightening up. Leila looked away. Andrea sat back until she caught her breath.

    “You okay?” said Andrea.

    “What? Yes, I’m fine. I just…”

    Andrea shifted on the couch to look at her and put a hand on Leila’s shoulder.

    “I’ve just never done…that. Before,” Leila said.

    “Oh,” Andrea said. “Shit. I…didn’t realize. If I’d known…”

    “It’s okay. You’re okay. I just got carried away.”

    She made an undefinable gesture. Andrea went numb.

    “It’s not you,” Leila said, too fast. “I just don’t know what came over me. I was thinking about what you said, about holding back the thing you want, and how I’d stood that guy up tonight, and I didn’t want to let something just go by again and regret it later. Now…”

    Her words ran out. A little lance of pain went through Andrea’s heart. “I have to go,” she said, mumbling.

    “Hold on,” Leila said. She put a hand on Andrea’s leg but Andrea slapped it away.

    “You don’t understand,” Andrea said. “I really have to…”

    She clutched her insides. IT was happening again. Leila was saying something but Andrea couldn’t hear it over the blood in her ears. She tasted adrenaline. She was running now.

    She ran until her knees ached and her throat was raw, but no matter how far she ran she couldn’t outrun herself. Everyone she passed stared, their eyes wide and glassy under the streetlamps. She didn’t stop until her lungs were about to burst.

    When she’d put a dozen blocks between herself and Leila’s building, she paused. Now she was in the same neighborhood as the first “wild dog attack.” She leaned against a fence, chain link with barbed wire at the top. Trash and empty bottles kicked in the gutters.

    Gargoyles showed their teeth on the nearest building. Across the way a marquee with flashing lights featured pictures of alluring women and the slogan: “Where the Wild Girls Are!”

    Without thinking she stumbled toward it, and the man at the door looked her up and down.

    “Normally there’s no cover for ladies,” he said. “But I can’t let you in looking like that.”

    I need to run, Andrea thought. I can’t let anyone see me like this, not with what’s about to happen.

    But instead she laughed and said, “I belong here.”

    “Come on,” said the bouncer, talking low. “Go home and sleep it off. You don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?”

    Andrea tried to answer but instead collapsed into peals of hysterical laughter. She rolled on the sidewalk, laughing and laughing, and inside her guts twisted. The bouncer looked away for a moment, disgusted, but then tried to help her up.

    She grabbed his hand and pulled him down with her, putting her face right up to his and laughed, showing her teeth. “Get off of me you fucking freak!” he said, pushing himself back up again.

    Andrea tried to stand too, but couldn’t. Her limbs were no longer shaped the right way. Her arms twisted and her spine stretched and her jaws protruded. It was too late to run now.

    Her clothes shredded as her body outgrew them and she tore at the sidewalk with her paws. The bouncer stared, eyes wide, face a sheen of sweat.

    “What in the…what in the fuck?” he said.

    She rolled around, tossing away the ragged remains of her clothing. She was hot all over, and she knew that coarse hair covered her hide now. The beast bared its fangs at the large man and slouched toward him on all fours, smelling his fear.

    “This isn’t happening,” the bouncer said. His voice was very small. “This can’t be happening.”

    The wolf prepared to pounce, but just then two drunks left the club, hitting the counter with the door as they did and snapping him out of his shock. The wolf lunged and the bouncer turned to run and the door slammed shut, and she threw her body against it, howling.

    She could tell that a lot of people were trying to hold the door shut on the other side, but they were no match for her. Not when there was something she wanted.

    Glass shattered and the door bent and the men fell in her wake, and now she was inside. At first she was dazed by the bright lights, the loud music, the overlapping scents and the screams of the patrons as she loped into the lobby.

    The kid at the front desk looked up from his phone, frozen in shock. She leapt onto the counter and snarled, and he ran. Rather than follow, she went after another scent. Someone had come this way just a minute ago. A woman…

    She followed the trail to a private booth. The bouncer was still in the lobby, screaming into a phone. She poked her head through the curtain of the booth and as the beads rattled a voice said. “Get lost, this one is full!”

    In reply she growled and a woman, naked except for thin blue panties, looked up and screamed, and a fat man with no pants on tried to jump up but slipped instead.

    The booth was tiny and the beast filled the doorway. Nobody had anywhere to run. The air was stale with the scent of old sweat and fresh fear. It made her hungry.

    The naked woman was frozen in place. The man huddled on the floor with his hands over his head. The beast pushed her muzzle forward, inhaling. It was not a scent she recognized. This was not the one she wanted.

    But she was hungry, and neither of these people could get away. She was tired of never getting what she wanted, so now she would take whatever she could. She could already imagine the sticky flavor of blood filling her mouth.

    The fat man was crying and the naked woman joined him as the beast pulled her lips back over her teeth and advanced. “Please,” the dancer said. “Please don’t hurt—”

    The wolf lunged. She expected to catch her wriggling prey in her jaws with ease, but something else happened instead. There was a sound like a thunderclap, and she fell over without realizing why. When she tried to stand she found she couldn’t.

    There was another boom and she felt white-hot pain. Blood was in the air and she realized that it was her own, and then she realized—

    IT was over. Andrea was herself again. But she still couldn’t get up. She looked down at herself.

    “Oh my God,” she said through bloody lips. “I’ve been shot.”

    Her legs were limp, and she felt nothing from the waist down. The dancer, frantic but unharmed, stared along with her. “I’ve been shot,” Andrea said to her.

    In the hall, the bouncer reloaded the shotgun, but it wasn’t needed anymore. Andrea looked up at the lights in the ceiling. A crowd was gathering, but some were still too frightened to come close. Andrea counted each of her own individual heartbeats as they came slower and slower.

    “It’s all right,” she told the people (or tried to). “Nobody got hurt. Nobody’s hurt. Just me.”

    She heard voices all around:

    “What happened?”

    “Call an ambulance!”

    “Where did the dog go?”

    “It wasn’t a dog, it was—”

    Andrea picked out one face in the crowd that was different. Was it Leila? No, it couldn’t be. But maybe it looked like her?

    Andrea imagined that, perhaps, it really was her, and the pain was not so bad then. She imagined Leila smiling at her and taking her hand. Maybe she would even kiss her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. Andrea nodded.

    “Yes,” she said. “Everything will be okay now.”

    She closed her eyes. The voices were fading. “I’m sorry everyone,” she said, although no one could hear her. “I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t—“

    And then nothing.


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  • Incestuous Flesh Massage Chapter 4: Brother’s Incestuous Rescue

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    A busty, older sister needs her dominating brother to come to her rescue!

    Incestuous Flesh Massage

    (An Incestuous Harem Story)

    Chapter Four: Brother’s Incestuous Rescue

    By mypenname3000

    Copyright 2019

    Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

    The protesters were outside The Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor, holding their signs, accusing us of being a lesbian bordello. My arms were crossed as I glared out the glass door at them marching by, a group of mostly women led by Mrs. Armstrong.

    That fucking hypocrite. She loved everything her daughter and I had done to her. The married, Christian woman was lying about who she truly was. That she wasn’t a dyke. Or at least bi. She came here yesterday for another massage appointment. She chose the blindfold massage. When I walked in, I found her already stripped naked and eager for it. When I suggested getting another masseuse, not telling her it would be her own daughter, she leaped at it.

    She had no idea that Stefani, her daughter, and I worked here. She had used Carmelita the last few times. I thought it would be a great surprise. Stefani and I ate Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy and fucked her with strap-on dildos and vibrators. She devoured our cunts and reveled in the lesbian passion. When we pulled off the blindfold, she freaked out when she discovered her daughter had eaten her out.

    She said such horrible things to her daughter, accusing us of seducing her into sin like she wasn’t there to have sex with her female masseuses. Now she was leading her church in protesting us. My hands clenched.

    Our clients were canceling now. We were a new business. We didn’t need this. They were smearing our reputation. We couldn’t afford to take this heat. I wanted to go out there and claw out that bitch’s eyes. I spotted her, her dark-red hair swaying about her shoulders as she held her sign, shaking it with the words: “Lesbian Predators. Happy Endings Massages are Illegal.”

    “Fucking puta bitch,” muttered Carmelita. She was wearing a pastel, silk robe like the rest of us, hers short and hugging her shapely body. Her golden-brown skin contrasted with the pink. Her dark hair fell around her face. She wore a collar around her neck with the words: “Mistress’s Cunt.”

    Her Mistress, and younger sister, Juana stood nearby. She flexed her fingers, staring with a blank face at the window, her lower lip trembling. She looked paler than usual. The Lady’s Touch was her baby. She had come up with it, a place where we could massage women and, if they were willing, to have sex with them.

    Not prostitution. They weren’t paying for the sex, but for us to massage them. That was it. Everything else was just consenting individuals enjoying each other. The escort loophole.

    “Lesbian Whores go to Hell!” another sign read.

    My nostrils flared.

    “I can’t believe this,” muttered Stefani. She stood by me, her fiery hair sweeping about her head. Her breasts rose and fell. “My mother is a fucking pile of dog shit! She ate me out. She devoured my pussy and enjoyed it. I felt that tongue of hers fluttering through me to the root.”

    “I know!” I hissed. My large breasts swelled my robe as I drew in a deep breath.

    The phone rang. Lee, my half-sister, grabbed it. “Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor. How can I help you?” She paused. Her elfin face fell. She sighed, nodding. “I understand. Yes, yes, we hope this goes away soon. Okay. Bye.”

    “Another cancel?” Juana asked.

    “Another cancel,” Lee said, setting the phone down. She was our receptionist. I borrowed her from my younger brother. She settled down on her chair behind her desk. She leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Stefani, your mother needs a spanking.”

    “She needs a good fucking,” Stefani muttered. “Not that I would ever touch that cunt again.”

    “Fucking puta!” snarled Carmelita. “Mistress, let me go out there and tell all those protesters just how she ate my cunt. The last time I massaged her, the moment I walked in she asked me to sit on her face. She begged for it. She didn’t care about the massage, she just wanted to eat my snatch.”

    “They won’t believe you,” I said. “She’ll just claim that we’re lying to smear her and her fucking zombie church members will believe her.”

    “And there’s my dad,” Stefani said, shaking her head. A man stepped up, older, tall, his hair dark. Mr. Armstrong had his own sign. He joined his wife. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “He’ll never believe that my mother’s a lesbian whore. I barely believe it.”

    “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is all my fault.”

    “No, it’s not,” Juana said, glancing at me. “I don’t see you out there protesting us.”

    “I gave that puta lesbiana bliss,” Carmelita growled. “That woman loves pussy, Sister-Mistress. I want to hold her down so you can whip her ass.”

    Juana smiled.

    “Well, damn, this is a mess, isn’t it?” a new voice said.

    I turned around to see my brother, Clint, stepping out of the hallway, Melody at his side. I blinked at the sight of him then realized he must have come in the back door, responding to my text. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tucked in t-shirt, fresh from college. Melody was dressed more conservative than usual. My blonde half-sister, and one of Clint’s girlfriends, wasn’t wearing her skinny jeans that clung to her hips or a skirt so short she could “accidentally” flash her pussy. She was an exhibitionist, so the conservative dress she wore, something perfect for church, was a shock. It was white with flowers, falling past her knees. She had a little, knit sweater over it, left unbuttoned. The purple added a splash of color.

    “Yeah, it’s fucked up,” I said, my heart beating faster. Clint looked strong and confident. He had black hair swept back and a chiseled chin. He was strong, his t-shirt tight about his muscular torso.

    “So we’re going to do something about it,” Clint said, a smile growing. “Take care of this problem.”

    Melody nodded. She held up the sign she was holding low. It read: “Massages not Prostitutes! Lesbian Whores Go Away!”

    I blinked at that. “You’re going to start protesting against us?”

    Melody gave me a big grin. “It’s all Clint’s idea.”

    “She’s going to be our inside woman,” Clint said. “We’re going to crack this and find a way to turn Stefani’s mother.”

    “Awesome,” Lee said.

    Melody gave Clint a hot kiss. Our half-sister thrust her tongue into his mouth as she shuddered against him. She was the mother of one of his children. His queen. She and Pam were the two of us sisters he loved the most, followed by our little sister Alicia. Melody broke the kiss and then sauntered back down the hallway, her heels giving her conservative skirt a delicious sway.

    She couldn’t help herself.

    “We are going to take care of Mrs. Armstrong,” Clint said, glancing at me.

    “Yes, we are, Master,” Lee said, bouncing on her chair.

    I smiled at my brother. This relief swept through me. Just seeing him made me think this would all work out. The knot in my stomach relaxed just a bit. I hugged him, pressing my large tits into his chest, and kissed my brother. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hands grabbed my ass, kneading them, pulling me tight to him. I wiggled my hips, his fingers kneading me.

    He was a great man. He reminded me so much of our deceased father. I felt safe in his arms. This naughty thrill ran through me. My hips wiggled from side to side. His hands dug into my rump. I felt his cock hardening against me.

    Clint broke the kiss. His eyes stared into mine. “We’re going to fix this.”

    I smiled at my younger brother. “Thank you.”

    “Ooh, there’s Melody!” Lee squealed.

    I turned around and glanced outside. Melody was slipping into the crowd, sidling up to Stefani’s mother. They spoke for a moment, and then her mom gave her a warm embrace. After they broke apart, Melody brandished her sign, shaking it with the rest, looking like she belonged.

    I shook my head at how easily she was in there.

    Clint stepped back from me. His face grew tight. He looked around the room slowly. A deliberate scan. His gaze swept over Carmelita kneeling before Juana, the younger sister petting her slave’s hair. He passed Lee who was know kneeling on her chair. She was an adult now, but still acted like a bratty girl. Her short, black hair swayed around her head.

    My stomach tightened again as I waited for Clint to unveil his plan. How would he fix this? How could he fix this? Those women were accusing us of being prostitutes. How long before the police got into this? Before the media found out? We didn’t need this level of scrutiny on us. Then they would find out we were committing incest.

    That was illegal.

    Clint’s eyes froze as he glanced up at the corner of the room. His brow furrowed. “You have cameras?”

    “Only in here,” I said. “For security.”

    “We wouldn’t want our clients thinking we were recording what was going on in the massage rooms,” said Juana. The twenty-one-year-old had her head on straight. “We’re not idiots.”

    “Lee, pull up all the footage of Mrs. Armstrong’s visits,” Clint said. “See if there’s anything we can use.”

    Lee grinned, “On it, Master.”

    Lee began clicking and typing on the computer. She had her tongue thrust through her lips. She had such a look of concentration. I’d never seen her like this before. It was almost like the expression she had when she was fighting off an orgasm, but there was no passion in her eyes. She was… actually putting effort into something that wasn’t fucking.

    “Okay, I have her visits on the appointing calendar. So…” Lee smiled. “Ooh, so not yesterday, but three days ago when she had Carmelita massage her, they exchanged a kiss right here. Ooh, lot’s of tongue and ass groping. She has her hands beneath your robe, Carmelita.”

    “That puta loves my ass,” muttered Carmelita.

    A smile spread across his lips. He pulled out his phone and began texting on it. His dark eyes had this glint in him. I swallowed, shuddering. What would he use that footage for? Some sort of blackmail. That was a start, but would it be enough?

    Lee’s phone beeped. She snatched it up and glanced at it. “Okay, Master, I’ll get everything on this list.”

    “Text me when you’re there,” Clint said as Lee hopped off her seat, snagged her purse, and darted towards the hallway.

    “I will,” the energetic girl shouted as she darted away, her hair swaying behind her.

    “What is she buying?” I asked, a tremble racing through me.

    Clint sat down on one of the waiting chairs, his cock bulging his jeans. “We have some time to kill. And everyone here looks like they need some stress relieved.”

    “Yes,” Juana said. She turned her sister’s head, pulling her towards her crotch.

    Carmelita didn’t hesitate to open her little sister’s robe and bury her face between Juana’s thighs. The Hispanic slut licked and lapped at Juana’s cunt. The younger girl threw back her head. She shuddered in delight, her robe parting open. Her small breasts came into view, her nipples puffy and hard.

    I glanced at Stefani and arched an eyebrow. I knew I could use a distraction. This day sucked. I wanted to claw out Mrs. Armstrong’s eyes and fuck up her face. If I didn’t do something, I would march out there and get myself arrested.

    Stefani licked her lips. She loved sharing my brother.

    She grabbed my hand, squeezing it, then we knelt before Clint, my large breasts jiggling and bouncing beneath my robes. I stared up at my brother. He had a huge grin on his face, sitting like a king over us.

    Our hands reached up his jeans. That rasping sound of our hands sliding over his jeans echoed through the room. It was a wicked sound that had me trembling. My pussy clenched as this wicked heat swept through my body.

    Our hands reached his crotch, feeling his dick throbbing beneath him. He needed to be freed. Our hands unsnapped his jeans. The zipper rasped. Our hands tugged down his pants. He lifted his ass, smiling at us, eager for it.

    His thighs were muscular. Hairy. I shuddered, touching him. My hands slid up my brother’s leg for his boxers. He was huge. Hard. Eager for this. I licked my lips as we drew out his cock. We grasped his big dick.

    “Ooh, yes, yes, you nasty, pussy-licking cunt,” moaned Juana. “Get that tongue in there. Make me cum harder, slut. I want that tongue making me explode.”

    Her passion made me shudder. Juices leaked down my thighs. I had nothing beneath my robes. My cream trickled down my legs. I shuddered as I swayed from side to side. My hands gripped my brother’s cock, Stefani’s joining me. We leaned forward, his cock throbbing and twitching.

    Precum beaded out the tip. I licked my lips as we leaned in. My cheek rubbed against my girlfriend’s. Her silky skin felt warm against mine. Then our mouths pressed in this cock. We teased my brother, nibbling on the spongy crown.

    “Damn,” Clint groaned. “We’re going to make everything right. Trust me.”

    I shuddered in delight, whimpering. My tongue darted around the crown of his dick. We caressed him. His spongy crown felt amazing beneath our touch. He throbbed in our grasp. His precum spilled out as we pumped our hands up and down his dick. Our tongues lapped around his crown.

    We brushed each other. Our lips caressing as our tongues touched each other. I shuddered each time our tongues slid around each other. My cheek rubbed against hers as we shared his cock. His salty precum. My hips wiggled from side to side, that heat dribbling out of me. This wonderful passion surged through me.

    We sucked on him. We pumped our hands up and down his dick. We stroked him. Precum bubbled out of his dick. We worshiped his dick together. Loved him. Stefani’s lip slipped over his cock. Her cheeks sucked hard.

    “Damn,” Clint groaned as my lover bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft.

    “Mmm, love my brother,” I purred. “This is how your mother should have acted. Loving your mouth on her cunt. Thankful that we gave her pleasure.”

    Stefani growled around my brother’s cock. She sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed. His dick twitched in our hand. Then her mouth popped off, and she flashed an angry look up at my brother as I sucked his dick into my mouth.

    “Hell fucking yeah, she should have!” Stefani hissed. “I ate that bitch’s cunt like there was no tomorrow. She gushed all over me and Yunie’s faces.”

    Yunie was her nickname for me.

    Her passion inspired me. I sucked hard on my brother’s cock. I bobbed my head, loving him. He groaned. A wicked shudder rippled through me as I blew my brother. His dick throbbed in my mouth. I sucked him. Loved him.

    My tongue darted around his cock. I caressed him. Stroked him. He groaned as I pleased him. His hands clenched into the armchair rest. His eyes burned with his passion. I bobbed my head, sucking and loving him. His precum spilled into my mouth.

    “That fucking cunt devoured me!” Stefani hissed. “I came so hard on her face, and she loved it.”

    Clint grinned. “I love your passion, Stefani.”

    I popped my mouth off my brother’s dick, moaning, “Yes!”

    Stefani swallowed my brother’s cock. His face twisted with pleasure as she sucked. She bobbed her mouth, sucking with an angry fervor. I watched in awe, this incestuous thrill shooting through me as she bobbed her head. Her fiery hair danced about her shoulders. It caressed my face, a silky swipe that sent tingles racing through me. Her cheeks hollowed.

    Then she popped her mouth off and I swallowed the tip. I tasted Stefani on my brother’s cock. It was incredible. A thrill. The naughtiest indirect kiss. I bobbed and sucked and worshiped him. I loved him. I sucked with all my might. My hand gripped his dick, bumping into Stefani’s.

    “We’re going to make your mother understand who she is,” Clint growled as I loved him. “We’re going to make her see the light and take her in hand.”

    “Yes!” Stefani moaned.

    Clint grinned. “This is going to be wild.”

    I popped my mouth off his dick, groaning, “If I was a mother, I would never treat our daughter like that!”

    Stefani swallowed his cock, sucking on him.

    “I would love her, Clint!” I hissed. “I would teach her such naughty things.”

    “Yes, you would,” he said, grabbing my hair. He held my black locks in a tight fist. “Damn, Zoey, you would make an incredible mother.”

    I shuddered while Stefani squealed. Her mouth popped off and I took over. I sucked him. Loved him. Then I let Stefani work her magic. We traded back and forth, the heat building and building between my thighs as we loved my brother.

    Juana moaned in the background. She groaned as her sister feasted. Lesbian incest. A beautiful thing. Why couldn’t that bitch understand that? I sucked hard on my brother’s dick. This heat surged through me.

    Then I popped my mouth off of his dick and passed it to my lover. She groaned and gasped as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Her saliva ran down his cock. I licked it up, tasting her on my brother’s cock. This heat built in me.

    “Fuck,” growled Clint. “We’re going to fix your mother! Goddamn, Stefani.”

    “Make him cum, Dandi,” I moaned, using my nickname for my lover. “Just make him explode.”

    “Yes!” my brother groaned. “I’m almost there!”

    Stefani popped her mouth off his dick. Our hands fisted him. Her hand caressed the spongy tip of his crown. It was incredible. His face twisted. We aimed his cock at us. I groaned, trembling, watching his slit beading with precum, the clear fluid spilling down his crown.

    “Cum on our faces!” I moaned to my brother.

    “Shower us!” whimpered Stefani.

    “Zoey!” my brother growled. “Fucking Stefani!”

    His cum erupted. Hot spurts of jizz exploded from his cock. It spilled over my face. His seed splashed across our features. A spurt landed on my tongue. That wonderful, salty treat soaked my tongue. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. My tongue flashed across my lips, gathering up his jizz as more and more fired from his cock.

    That wonderful spunk covered my face. That incestuous seed. Clint groaned through his pleasure. I loved it. He painted my face. It ran down my features. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. My breasts rose and fell in my chest. My pussy clenched. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

    I groaned, my hips wiggling back and forth. My robes swayed around me. I licked my lips. That wonderful seed dribbled down my face. I groaned as my heart pounded in my chest. I leaned back, panting in delight.

    Clint rose as the cum dribbled down me. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling me to my feet. I shuddered at the dominance. I let my brother do things to me. I submitted to him. I wasn’t his sex slave, more his sister with benefit. He was just a sexy guy. I just couldn’t help myself.

    He was so powerful.

    His cum ran hot down my features as he bent me over the receptionist desk. Stefani rushed around the other side, leaning over it, smiling. Her dimpled cheeks were smeared in my brother’s pearly jizz. She leaned over before me as Clint flipped up the short hem of my silk robe.

    His cock smacked my rump.

    I shuddered as Stefani kissed me hard on the lips. She thrust a tongue coated in jizz into my mouth. I kissed my lover and savored my brother’s seed on her tongue. My pussy clenched as Clint smacked my rump again. His precum flicked across my rump, feeling hot before cooling.

    “Look at that ass,” Clint said. “Doesn’t she have a great ass?”

    “Oh, yes,” groaned Juana. “I love her ass.” She let out a throaty moan. “Ooh, you want to make me cum again, puta?”

    “I want to drown in your juices, Sister-Mistress,” purred Carmelita.

    His cock slid across my rump. It smeared over my asshole. That hot coating of precum made me shudder. I shuddered at the feel of it. He nuzzled into my pussy. I whimpered into my lover’s kiss as he pressed into my cunt.

    He slid into me. I shuddered. My pussy clenched around his cock. I groaned at that wonderful feel of my brother’s dick in me. He stretched out my cunt. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring him around inside my twat.

    “Fuck, Zoey,” Clint groaned, his hands sliding up my body, caressing me through my robes. “You are feeling tight today.”

    “Tension does that,” moaned Juana. “Relax your sister. Give her a massage.”

    “A hard cock massage?” Clint chuckled. “I can do that. I love giving my women cunt massages.”

    He drew back his cock, my pussy clinging to his thick shaft. I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes! I need this! I fucked up.”

    “You did not fuck up!” hissed Stefani. “Yunie, you gave my mother an hour of bliss, and she repaid us by being a bitch. This is all on her! And we’re going to make her pay!”

    She kissed me hard. I shuddered as her mouth planted on my mouth. Her tongue thrust past my lips. It was incredible. My tongue darted around hers. I caressed her. This delicious pleasure surged through me. His cum ran down our faces, meeting in our kiss as he slammed into me.

    He fucked me hard. He plowed into me. He fucked me with prowess. That cock slammed into me. My pussy clenched around him as that big, thick dick massaged my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned into my lover’s kiss.

    “We’re going to teach your mother a lesson, Stefani,” Clint growled. “I promise you.”

    She squealed into my mouth.

    “Goddamn, this is going to be fun,” Clint grunted. His hands ripped open my robe.

    He grabbed my large tits. I shuddered as he massaged them. He kneaded my big breasts. This wicked heat surged through my body. His cock drove hard and deep into me. He buried into me again and again. That wonderful rapture shot through me.

    My pussy clenched around him. I gripped him. I held onto his dick and let him massage me. Every one of my brother’s thrusts into my cunt built and built my orgasm. This aching pleasure surged through me. I moaned into my lover’s mouth. Cum dribbled down my face as I loved her. I caressed her tongue.

    This was a treat. A delight as my brother’s cock plunged into me. His balls, heavy with his incestuous cum, smacked my clit. I loved it. He thrust into me hard. My snatch gripped him. This pleasure burned through me. My eyes squeezed shut.

    “Goddamn, Zoey!” groaned Clint. “We’re going to teach her! She’s going to love it! You’ll see! She’ll be a slut in truth! A fucking dyke! She’ll lick both your cunts with a smile on her face!”

    I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes!”

    I knew my brother could fix this. He was amazing and—

    His phone rang. He grabbed it, fucking into me at the same time, and grinned, “Lee, you at the store?”

    “Uh-huh, Master,” Lee moaned. “I’m heading to check out.”

    “Good, switch to Facetime,” he growled and hung up. He set his phone on the desk before us. He opened up the app for the Bluetooth vibrator as he fucked into me, fingers tapping.

    My eyes widened. Lee often had vibrating dildos or butt plugs shoved into one or both of her holes. My brother could turn them on and drive her wild whenever he wanted. He selected one, told it to go on an increasing vibration, and set it on a one-minute timer before it would start. Then his phone beeped.

    He tapped the Facetime app notification.

    Lee’s face appeared, framed in it. She had a naughty look on her face. “Ooh, Zoey, you’re dripping in cum. Taking care of Master.”

    “Uh-huh,” I moaned to my half-sister as Clint fucked me. I stared down at it, watching her as Clint slammed into me. “You’re buying all the… the…” It was hard to think with that cock churning me. It was echoey where she was. It was clear she was in some sort of hardware store.

    “Yep!” she said, a big grin on her face. “This will be so hot!”

    “It will!” I moaned as Stefani licked up a line of cum off my cheek. Her tongue was hot.

    Lee’s eyes widened. “Oh, Master… Ooh, you turned on my vibrator and… and… Oh, my.”

    “I want you to cum, slut,” growled my brother. “Right there in the store. You’ve been a good girl. You deserve a reward.”

    “Thank you, Master!” gasped my half-sister. “Oh, yes, yes!”

    I grinned, watching a flush cross my half-sister’s face as our brother fucked my cunt. Lee’s hips wiggled back and forth. Her eyes grew glassy. She gripped her phone, moaning and groaning. She wasn’t fighting it.

    My pussy grew hotter around my brother’s cock. This was hot. I licked my lips, watching the pleasure crossing Lee’s face. She beamed in delight. Her body trembled. She caressed her lips as her figure shook.

    “Ooh, the vibrator’s buzzing faster, Master,” she moaned. “A few people are looking at me. Ooh, yes, yes, how high did you turn it up?”

    “The max!” growled Clint, his thrusts growing faster. He slammed into me, his hands gripping my heavy breasts. “You’re going to feel it soon.”

    “Ooh, I am feeling it!” she moaned. “It’s churning up my pussy.”

    “Cum, you naughty slut!” I moaned. “Our brother’s cock is burying into me. He’s going to cum in me. Just flood me with all his seed.”

    A hot thrill ran through me as I said that. My orgasms swelled faster. I wanted my brother’s cum in me. This yearning ache, more than just my desire to climax, built inside of me. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring my pussy around my brother’s cock. I squeezed around him.

    I humped back into him. Our flesh slapped together. I moaned, staring at the phone. Lee’s face twisted. She threw back her head, groaning like me. That vibrator must be buzzing at full speed in her cunt, driving her wild.

    “Master!” she groaned. Her phone shook. “Oh, fuck, Master! I’m going to cum!”

    “Me, too!” I moaned. “Sisters cum together!”

    “Yes!” Lee groaned. “Oh, Zoey, yes, yes! I’m almost there! Master, Master! I’m almost there!”

    “Cum, you naughty slut!” Clint growled as he buried into my cunt.

    “Master!”

    Lee’s shout was unmistakable. Her camera shook as I knew she was orgasming in the middle of the store. Her pussy must be convulsing around the vibrator buried in her twat. My snatch squeezed around our brother’s thrusting dick. Clint buried deep into my twat, his balls smacking my clit.

    Pleasure burned through me. I quivered, my eyes widening. I flicked up to Stefani’s emerald depths. My lover grinned at me. She grabbed my hands and licked up more cum off my cheek. I whimpered as my orgasm swelled and swelled.

    SMACK!

    That wonderful sensation of his heavy balls striking my clit.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” howled Lee.

    SMACK!

    My pussy tightened. My brother’s dick massaged my pussy’s inner depths I couldn’t take it. As Stefani’s cum-coated tongue reached my lips, I came. My pussy convulsed around my brother’s dick. He buried into me. I whimpered, my tongue dueling with my lover’s as Clint fucked me hard. He pounded me with such passion.

    This heat swept through me. I shuddered. Stars burst across my vision. My hips wiggled back and forth. I squeezed around his cock. My tongue fluttered around in his mouth. It was this wonderful heat that burned through my body.

    My flesh spasmed and convulsed. Clint grunted. Lee moaned.

    “Master!” she howled. “I’m cumming again! This vibrator! Oh, fuck, it’s amazing!”

    “Go and check out, slut!” he growled. “Check out with your pussy spasming!”

    “Yes!” Lee howled.

    Clint buried into my convulsing twat. His dick felt amazing into me. His hands squeezed my tits. I moaned into the jizz-flavored kiss with my lover as my brother’s cock erupted. His hot cum spurted hot and fast into me. This wonderful heat burned through my cunt. My eyes fluttered. My body trembled.

    Molten, incestuous seed flooded my cunt.

    I broke the kiss with Stefani to squeal, “Yes, yes, yes! Flood your big sister’s twat! Ooh, Clint, you’re such a stud!”

    “You are!” groaned Juana. The lesbian knew. She fucked Clint sometimes, and he also enjoyed her sex slave whenever he felt like it. “Oh, fuck, Carmelita. Nurse that clit! You’re my pussy-munching slave!”

    I loved it. My mind melted beneath the incestuous rapture. My pussy writhed and spasmed about my brother’s cock, milking out every drop. I shuddered. I kissed Stefani so hard. Our tongues dueled together as my cunt wrung my brother’s balls dry.

    “Fuck,” he grunted. “Damn, Zoey, you were hot for it today.”

    I whimpered, breaking the kiss. “I was. Ooh, yes, yes, you fired so much cum into me, Clint.”

    I shuddered as he pulled out of me. This wicked surge shot through me, followed by a pang of regret. If only I wasn’t on birth control and…

    I blinked at that thought. My head spun. I gripped the desk at the dizzying wave that shot through me. I squeezed my pussy tight, clamping it down to keep my brother’s jizz in me as I panted, my breasts swaying.

    “Oh, my god,” Stefani moaned. “I fingered myself so hard while you fucked your sister, Clint. It’s so hot!”

    Clint sank down into a chair, grinning at us. “Zoey, I need your phone.”

    I blinked, my pussy relaxing. A trickle of his hot cum ran down my thigh. “My phone?”

    “We need to move onto the next phase of the plan,” he said. “It’s going to be great. We’re going to teach Stefani’s mother her place, but we have to get her into position. We have to educate her.”

    I shuddered, loving the masterful glint in his dark eyes. For a moment, it was like our father sat there. I trembled. I knew our father always wanted Clint to take charge of my sisters and me. He molded his son to do that, but Dad passed on before he could see it.

    My eyes burned for a moment. I blinked them and then… My regret really swelled. I stared down at my stomach, my robe open. I rubbed myself, my large tits swaying. I imagined my stomach growing round and—

    “Your phone, Zoey?” Clint said.

    I blushed, shaking my head. “Sorry. Right. Where’s my purse?”

    “Breakroom,” said Stefani. She was sinking down before my brother. She sucked his cock, soaked in my pussy juices, into her mouth.

    I shuddered as Clint groaned. He ran a hand through her fiery hair. I hurried away, more of Clint’s cum running out of me. He pulled out his own phone, doing something on it as I vanished down the hallway.

    I reached the break room and fished my phone out of my purse, nudging aside my birth control case. It held my monthly supply of the pill. I stared at it, biting my lip. I shoved that back deeper and grabbed my phone. I opened it and frowned…

    My brother had sent me a video file. I hit play as I headed through and groaned. It was Mrs. Armstrong, her dark-red hair falling around her hair. She was being led into the reception area by a perky Carmelita.

    “That was incredible,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “I can’t believe how much pussy juices gush out of you.”

    “You made me squirt,” purred Carmelita. “Takes a rare woman eating my pussy to do that.”

    “Mmm, it was just such a yummy snatch,” the married woman said, her wedding ring clear on the HD image. She cupped Carmelita’s face with that hand, leaning in and kissing the lesbian sex slave on the mouth.

    They melted together, my lover’s mother grabbing Carmelita’s rump beneath her robe. I groaned, my pussy cum-filled pussy clenching as I watched the sight. The hunger. There was no denying she was a willing participant.

    I shuddered and headed back inside as Clint was holding his phone in his hand, speaking into it. “Really? That’s her story?”

    “Yeah,” Melody said, her voice tinny from the speakers. “She’s talking about how she thought a massage would be perfect, and thought women could be trusted. Then she got in there, and the horrible masseuses tried to molest her and rub her and propose doing more for extra money. Horrified, she ran out of there.” Melody made a retching sound. “Her husband was standing next to her, his arm around her shoulder, drinking it all in.”

    “Yeah, my daddy’s a sap,” Stefani said, popping her mouth off Clint’s dick. “And my mother’s a fucking garbage heap! You can tell her I said that!”

    Stefani sucked Clint’s cock back into her mouth with a hungry growl. She bobbed her head on it. Sucking, loving him. I shuddered as Clint said, “Just keep protesting, Melody. I want to hear how she reacts when she gets this text.”

    I arched an eyebrow and handed my brother my phone. Then I looked over him as he paused. “What’s your mother’s cell phone number.”

    Stefani popped her head off. “It’s 530-555-3953.”

    Clint typed that in and then attached the video file to the text message and typed: “This is Zoey. I know you remember eating my delicious pussy. It would be a shame if your husband saw this.”

    Clint hit send.

    I shuddered, more of his cum leaking out of my pussy. I gripped the chair and then looked outside. One of the protest signs shifted. Clint held his phone in his hand, still connected to Melody. I could hear the protesters chanting through it.

    “Ooh, her face just went white,” Melody reported. “What did you send her? This is hot. I have pussy juices running down my thighs. I just want to frig myself right here.”

    “That would blow your cover,” Clint said.

    My phone vibrated. I shuddered, eager to see the response from Mrs. Armstrong. “What do you want?”

    A huge grin crossed my brother’s face. His fingers worked fast. He was skilled at texting one-handed. “Choose a hotel. We’ll meet there in two hours to discuss this, or this video goes out to the world. I’ll tag every single member of your church and your husband when I post this to social media. They’ll all see that you’re a naughty lesbian slut.”

    I almost came when Clint hit send.

    This wild surge shot through me. My pussy clenched. Molten cum dribbled out of me.

    Melody chortled. “She’s leaving. She’s making some excuse to her husband. Ooh, what did you send her, Clint? It freaked her out. I’m so fucking wet!”

    “You can come in,” Clint said, a big grin on his face. “Zoey’s going to have a hot date soon.”

    I stared at my brother. “That video is incriminating for her. We’re going to twist her arm into recanting, aren’t we?”

    “Oh, we’re going to do more than that,” Clint said, this wicked grin in his eye. “With what Lee is buying, we’re going to have quite the fun with her.”

    Stefani moaned her delight, sucking so hard.

    Clint grinned. “Mmm, you’re making a mess, Zoey. Why don’t you clean her up, Stefani.”

    My lover popped her mouth off Clint’s dick. She shot her head up and grinned at me. Then she shifted over. I groaned as my lover grabbed my thighs. She gripped them as her head ducked between my legs.

    “Oh, Yunie, we’re going to make my fucking terrible mother pay!” she squealed before she buried her head between my thighs.

    I gasped as her tongue licked and lapped through my folds. This hot heat surged through me. She licked my brother’s cum out of my cunt. My eyes fluttered. I groaned, savoring the delight. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding on her.

    Her tongue darted through my folds. She caressed me. Loved me. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. Her hands gripped me. She thrust her tongue deep into my twat. She stirred it around inside of me, teasing me.

    She licked out my brother’s cum as he moved behind her. I grinned at Clint. That naughty glint appeared in his eyes as he rammed to the hilt in Stefani’s cunt. My lover moaned into my snatch. She gripped my thighs, whimpering and shuddering as she feasted on the spunk in my twat.

    I leaned back into the wall and savored this delight. My lover licked out all that incestuous seed. She feasted on me, teasing me. Her tongue brushed my labia and clit. She had such a wild look in her green eyes. My large breasts jiggled as I groaned.

    Melody walked in from the back hallway already unbuttoning her conservative dress. “I felt like I was wearing a raincoat. I hate this dress!” She threw it off, baring her toned body, her round breasts jiggling. She rarely wore underwear. She cocked her hips, her hazel eyes bright. “Ooh, I see you’re having fun without me.”

    Clint grinned as he thrust over and over into my girlfriend’s pussy. “You should have heard what I did to Lee.”

    “She’s cumming at the checkout line,” I moaned, grinding on Stefani’s loving mouth.

    Melody giggled. My half-sister ran a hand through her loose, blonde hair. She didn’t wear it braided any longer. Her tongue flicked over her lips, pussy juices dripping down her shaved flesh. Then she grabbed my breasts, leaned over, and sucked on my nipple.

    I gasped at the naughty feel of my sister’s lip around my nub. She sucked with hunger, sending delight jolting down to my pussy. My twat clenched around Stefani’s probing tongue. My lover reached deep into me. She stirred around inside of me. It was this wonderful delight. I savored every moment of it. My head shook from side to side.

    What a wonderful delight. My body trembled. The rush of heat washed through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, grinding on her mouth. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I savored this amazing delight burning through me.

    It was an incredible treat. My eyes widened. I bit my lip, groaning my enjoyment as my girlfriend feast on me and my sister nursed. I stared at Clint. My brother fucked Stefani harder, faster. He rammed his cock into her crotch, her butt-cheeks rippling.

    “Oh, my god, your brother’s cock!” Stefani moaned into my snatch. “He’s churning me up!”

    “Just enjoy your pussy massage!” I moaned, the pleasure rushing through my body. My head tossed back and forth. This heat surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered, licking my lips.

    He plowed into Stefani harder, faster. That wonderful cock must be driving her wild. She moaned into my twat, her tongue flicking through me. She searched for any more of my brother’s cum, swirling around in my twat.

    I gasped and shuddered. I stroked Melody’s blonde hair as she sucked and nursed on my nipple. Her lips hollowed over it. I groaned. This wave of heat surged through my body. My cunt clenched. My head shook from side to side.

    I loved the heat. The passion. The delight coursing through my body. The heat churned me up. It was this incredible passion. My pussy clenched around her naughty tongue. She fluttered in up through me then flicked my clit.

    Sucked on it.

    “Dandi!” I moaned, shuddering on her. My hands flexed. “Oh, yes, Dandi. Right there. Oh, my god, just nurse right there!”

    She sucked hard on my clit. She loved my bud just like Melody loved my nipple. Both their sucking sent such jolts of rapture shooting electricity through me. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered, my hips wiggling back and forth.

    Clint grinned at me as he plowed into my lover. “You’re going to cum so hard.”

    “Uh-huh,” I moaned.

    “So am I!” Stefani whimpered.

    “Fuck her, Clint!” I moaned, my hips undulating, grinding my hot snatch on my lover’s mouth. “I want her exploding. She needs a hard cum. She deserves it for having such a horrible mother!”

    “We’re going to fix her cunt of a mother!” Clint growled. He thrust harder, fucking his cock over and over into my lover’s cunt.

    “Yes!” I moaned, trembling.

    My head leaned back. Melody suckled hard on my nipple, nursing from me. Naughty tingles raced through my body, ending at my pussy. My clit. Stefani nursed on that bud. My juices flowed. The heat billowed through me.

    I came.

    My pussy convulsed. Rapture rushed through me. I swayed, my boobs jiggling. My right nub throbbed in my sister’s mouth. My toes curled as the rapture rushed through my body. Stars burst across the room.

    “Yes, yes, yes, bathe my face!” Stefani moaned. “And you, stud! Bathe my cunt! Fill me with cum!”

    “Yes!” Clint growled.

    He buried to the hilt in my lover’s cunt. I heard him growling, knowing he was flooding her pussy with his fertile seed. I shuddered, rubbing my stomach as I bucked through my orgasm. Stefani moaned into my snatch.

    “Fucking, yes!” my lover groaned.

    Melody popped her mouth off my nipple, her hazel eyes bright. “Ooh, we’re going to have so much fun with your mother, Stefani.”

    “So much fun!” I howled, my mind melting from the rapture.

    Then my phone chirped.

    I had a text message.

    Clint growled then ripped his cock out of my lover’s pussy. I trembled, my orgasm peaking in me. Stefani lapped at my cunt as my brother snagged up my phone, holding the purple case in his hand. His eyes lit up.

    “Holiday Inn Express, downtown Sacramento, ask for Betty Jones at the front desk,” Clint read.

    I smiled. “What do I do when I get there?”

    My brother grinned at me. I knew it would be naughty. I couldn’t wait.

    To be continued…


  • Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation 2: Mommy Tempts Her Futa-Daughter

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    The futa’s mother needs to find a way to control her daughter’s lusts. Can she become a mommy slut to do it?

    Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

    Chapter Two: Mommy Tempts Her Futa-Daughter

    By mypenname3000

    Copyright 2020

    Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

    “This is very, very bad,” whimpered Grace the Futa-Angel. Her motherly face, lit by the golden halo floating above the crown of her head, twisted with concern. Her long, blonde hair spilled down her back and amid her white-feathered wings. “I’m going to be in so much trouble.”

    Spice had been bad. Again.

    Last time she had escaped, she started a century of witch hunts in Germany. The inquisition had been searching for girls with the “witch’s mark” on their bodies: their big, throbbing girl-dicks. So many innocent people were hurt.

    Of course, the world had changed but, still, it was Grace’s job to keep the futa-demon in check. She still didn’t know how Spice did it. How she had so effortlessly left her prison behind. Grace had done everything to keep Spice’s attention. Five hundred years of blowjobs and anal and then sucking the dirty dick clean and starting it over.

    They had sex in every way two futas could.

    Her slender figure quivered, her small breasts jiggling. She would be in so much trouble if she couldn’t nip this in the bud. But Spice had already infected the first girl with lust. And a depraved form of it, too.

    MILF lust. Mother lust. Incest.

    “No, no, no,” wailed Grace. What was she to do to stop this?

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Sky Marlow

    I slid my girl-dick out of Mom’s pussy. She gasped, shuddering. The wet glide my shaft made echoed around us. Then a plop and I was out of the very pussy that had birthed me. My new clit-dick bobbed before me.

    “Oh, my fucking god, that was amazing,” I groaned, staring at my mother. She had cum drying on her face and on the front of her Sunday Dress. Reverend Matthews still droned on and on with his sermon, broadcasted through the speakers through the church’s ladies’ room.

    “How?” groaned my uptight mother, her blonde hair swaying about her flushed face. “You have a… a… a penis.”

    “Please, Mom, it’s a dick.” I grabbed my wet shaft. I was still hard. I still had cum up in my pussy.

    “Your ovaries,” the naughty futa-demon who had given me this gift whispered in my mind. she was peering over my mother’s shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. A cute thing with red hair and black devil horns peeking out of the curls. She had a youthful face, adorable and cute like me.

    I was nineteen, my body slender and petite. I was cute as fuck. Hot as fuck. Sexy as goddamn fuck. I loved sex. With boys. With girls. It didn’t matter. My mom could be such an uptight bitch who had given dad so little pussy he had left us.

    I did not blame him.

    I reveled in sex. I had come into the bathroom at church to masturbate to some hot porn my friend, Natalie, had sent me. Only the demon had appeared and fired her jizz through my phone’s screen. My cock grew. I jacked off. Mom caught me. After a facial, she was overcome with lust for my dick. Blew me. Then I fucked her.

    God, it had been hot.

    “How?”

    “Does it matter?” I asked. “Mmm, you loved my great, big futa-dick fucking that frigid cunt. Mmm, how hard did you cum, Mommy dearest?”

    “Sky!” she gasped. “really, you shouldn’t talk like that to me. I’m your mother.”

    “My mommy-whore,” I said. “God, the way you sucked my dick… If you ever blew Dad like that, he never would have left us.”

    She blushed and looked away.

    “God, you’re so innocent. That was your first blowjob, wasn’t it?”

    She nodded, her cheeks so red.

    “You’re forty-fucking years old. That’s so sad. I’m nineteen. I’ve fucked more guys than you, licked more cunts than you, and cum more times than you.”

    “Sky!” she groaned. “You… you… With girls?”

    “It’s the twenty-first century. Most girls are down to eat the V. It’s just fun. I like dicks better. Or I did. MILFs are turning me on.”

    “MILFs?”

    “Yeah. You. Mrs. Matthews. Natalie’s mom. Mrs. Carson, Mrs. Juarez, Mrs. Greene, and fucking Mrs. Dancer.” I shuddered. “Mothers I’d Love to Fuck. MILFs.”

    “They’re married!” gasped my mother.

    “I know,” I groaned and fell to my knees. She still had her legs spread, her thick, blonde bush a tangled mess of cum, hiding her thick pussy lips. “God, Mom, you don’t even trim? You got 70’s bush going on down there.”

    “W-what are you doing?” she asked as I leaned forward.

    “Going to eat your pussy, Mommy?” I purred. “Nothing like a creampie. I want to taste my cum out of your cunt. God, I bet you’re not on birth control. I know sure as fuck you haven’t hit menopause yet. I wonder if we made a baby.”

    “Oh, Lord,” Mom groaned. “Sky, this has to stop. You can’t.”

    “I can.” I winked at her. “Try and stop me, Mommy.”

    I nuzzled my face into her sticky bush. I licked up my cum from those wonderful strands. I savored the feel of them. They tasted so delicious. I licked again, trembling from the flavor of the thick spunk.

    My girl-spunk.

    God, this was hot. Mom trembled. She stared down past her boobs, still covered by that dress, to lock staring at me with quivering, blue eyes. I winked at her and then I nuzzled in deeper. I found the wet lips of her pussy.

    I licked her.

    “Oh, Sky,” she gasped, trembling.

    “Mmm, like that?” I asked. She didn’t answer.

    So I licked her again, sliding through her folds. My salty cum almost drowned out the tangy delight of her cunt. I loved that taste. It was delicious. Wonderful. We had nearly the same flavor of pussy. I thrust my tongue in deeper, fluttering around while she moaned.

    “So, do you like that, Mommy?”

    “D-don’t call me Mommy right now,” she moaned. “It makes this feel dirty.”

    “I know, Mommy,” I cooed. “It’s so hot licking.” I licked. “Lapping.” I lapped. “And gathering my cum out of my sexy mommy’s cunt.” I gathered. A lot.

    As she moaned, I scooped a great, big dollop of my jizz flavored by her tangy pussy. The delight melted through my mouth. I groaned and dug into the feast again. And again. Her golden curls rubbed on my cheeks. She tasted amazing mixed with my futa-cum.

    Her moans and whimpers sang in my ears. I groaned, loving every second of devouring my mother’s creampie. I fluttered about her, savoring salty cum and tangy pussy. My tongue darted into her depths to scoop it out.

    “Sky,” she groaned.

    “Mmm, does Mommy love what I’m doing?” I cooed as girlishly as possible, my futa-dick and pussy clenching. Juices ran down my thighs and the bottom of my throbbing girl-dick.

    “Yes,” she groaned, looking away.

    “Mmm, it’s hotter when you stare into my eyes as I lick you clean of all that cum.” My tongue darted in her and scooped out more of my spunk. “You need to encourage your daughter to be a good girl and clean up her messes.”

    “Oh, Lord, why do you make this so filthy?” she groaned, her blue eyes staring down at me.

    “Because it’s hot.” I shivered. “This is incest, Mommy. Incest. It deserves to be as filthy and depraved as we can make it. Now, just enjoy it.”

    I stared into her blue eyes as my tongue fluttered around in her cunt. I groaned, loving the taste of her. I thrust my tongue in and scooped out that creamy jizz. It melted across my tongue. A treat. A wonderful delight to enjoy.

    Just perfect. Amazing.

    Mommy groaned. Her pussy clenched around my tongue as I darted into her. I found more and more of my cum, but it was starting to run out. I had fired so much in her, but there were limits. The tangy flavor of her cunt grew stronger and stronger.

    Which wasn’t bad at all.

    I feasted on her twat. I licked up and down her cunt, my hands stroking her thighs. I caressed her pussy lips. Brushed her clit. She gasped and bucked. I groaned and swirled around that little bud. She shivered, her blue eyes locked on mine.

    “Sky,” she whimpered.

    “I know,” I purred, loving staring into her baby blues. “It’s okay to cum, Mommy. I want to make you cum. I’m your good girl now.”

    I sucked on her clit as she groaned, “Lord help me. That’s amazing. Oh, yes, yes. That’s wonderful. Sky. I really, really am going to… to… To cum!”

    I winked at her as I nursed on her clit.

    I could feel her orgasm growing and growing as I nursed on her clit. Her boobs jiggled beneath her dress. She looked so sexy as she squirmed around. This was so hot. So enticing. Just what I needed. I groaned, my cunt clenching and futa-dick throbbing.

    She gasped and threw her head back. Her juices gushed out. My mother’s tangy cream flooded my mouth. I moaned in delight as I drank down all her delicious, incestuous delights. The depraved thrill of this moment surged through me.

    It was almost orgasmic. An amazing, wondrous, stupendous euphoria.

    My eyes squeezed shut as I savored every second of drinking down her pussy cream. Her wordless passion echoed through the bathroom. Her ecstasy echoed in my ears as I gulped down all of her yummy juices.

    “Oh, Lord,” she breathed.

    “I know,” I purred. “You came like a whore, didn’t you, Mommy?”

    “What?” she gasped.

    “Like a lezzie whore cumming on her naughty daughter’s mouth.”

    “No, no, that’s not me. I’m not a lezzie whore.”

    I stood up naked and grinned at her. “Mommy, you are a whore for me and my big-dick. And my yummy pussy.”

    “Oh, Lord, how did this happen?” she moaned to the ceiling. “Why did you give me such a wicked daughter?”

    I grinned.

    Then she gasped. “Reverend Matthews’s giving his closing prayer. No, no, no, we have to get our clothes straightened before anyone…” She stared down at the stains on her dress. “Get dressed, Sky, we have to go home right now. No one can know.”

    Part of me wanted to defy her, but at home, alone, why, I could break her down. I could make her into my complete whore. I would have a chance to play with other MILFs. I had that study date over at Georgia’s house.

    Her mother would be there. Fucking the reverend’s wife beneath his own roof made my cock throb.

    “Sure, Mom, let me get dressed.”

    I sauntered back to the bathroom, my mind boiling with such wicked thoughts.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Madeline Marlow

    Lord, why did you send me this sinful temptation? I prayed furiously as I hustled my daughter out of the church’s bathroom.

    My pussy could still remember the size of her big dick stretching me out. She dwarfed her father. I had hated lying beneath him and feeling his dick pumping away at me. I endured because that was what a wife did.

    But I never would do all the foul and deviant things he wanted. Suck his dick? Anal? Let him go down on me? It was all filthy. Sex was for making babies. It should be done in the dark with the woman on her back and the man pumping away as fast as possible to get it over with swiftly. It was something to be endured.

    But not with my daughter. She gave me pleasure. The mythical orgasm. Many of my friends claimed to have them. They talked about doing sinful things with their husbands, even the ones who went to my church.

    I had sucked my daughter’s cock. I had swallowed her cum. She had fucked me, spilled her seed in my womb. The womb where she had grown for nine months. This was insane. I couldn’t believe that I had allowed this to happen.

    Sky had turned out to be a female version of her father.

    It had become more and more apparent over the last few years. As she became a teenager, her hormones had gone wild. She was going out with boys—and, apparently, with girls. I knew she was sexually active. I had seen the stains in her panties. I had confronted her, and she didn’t care. She liked sex.

    I started to understand why.

    This was such a sinful trap.

    I sat behind the steering wheel of my sedan. Sky slid languorously into the passenger seat. She had a bulge in her skirt. “Really,” she said. “I can shrink it? Hot.”

    Her bulge vanished. I swallowed. Maybe it wouldn’t come back. Then, a moment later, it did. She laughed in delight as her skirt had a massive tent from her erection. She glanced over at me and grinned, her lips stained with my pussy cream.

    Oh, Lord, please deliver me from this temptation.

    I knew what would happen at home. There was a reason Sky hadn’t objected to leaving the church. She wanted to get me home. Alone. Her eyes roved over my body. I would be naked. A whore. She pulled up her skirt and her cock popped out. That long, thick clit-dick.

    “Mmm, Mommy, I love this dick,” she cooed.

    She hadn’t called me mommy in nearly a decade. Now it felt so dirty. So filthy. She reveled in the incest. I swallowed and backed out of the space. I didn’t know what to do. I had been so strong about sexual sin, and now…

    Now I felt uncorked. All the lust I had repressed for all my life now poured into my pussy. It wasn’t a vagina any longer. Oh, no, that was a pussy. A twat. A naughty cunt. It hungered for my daughter’s dick—for her seed!—once more.

    “Ooh, I am going to fuck all the married MILFs at church, Mom,” she said.

    My hands gripped the steering wheel. “You can’t, honey. They are married. They won’t even let you.”

    “Oh, they will,” she said. “I just know they’ll be big sluts for my dick. Just like you were, Mom. Mmm, weren’t you just the biggest whore for my girl-dick.”

    I swallowed.

    “Yeah, you were. Such a big mommy whore. Just so ready to make me cum with that sucking mouth.”

    Her words made me shiver.

    “God, I’m going to fuck them all. Starting with Mrs. Matthews.”

    My eyes bulged. “Sky!” I whimpered. “You can’t.”

    “Oh, I can,” she purred.

    I swallowed, my hips shifting. I had to stop this. I couldn’t let my daughter’s temptation ruin those women’s marriages and lead them into immoral sin. I… I was already in it. I had to use my body to keep my daughter from those other women.

    Those other MILFs.

    Lord, help me be the ultimate temptation to my daughter, I prayed. Help me protect others from her sinful cock. Please.

    “You don’t need those women,” I said, trying to sound all husky.

    “Well, well, what is this?” Sky asked, giving me a look with undisguised glee. “Is Mommy getting jealous that I’ll share my futa-dick with other MILFs?”

    “Yes,” I groaned. I wasn’t jealous, but I could tell a little white lie to help others. “You don’t need them. You have your mommy. My pussy.”

    “Your tits?”

    “Yes, yes, you can play with my tits,” I moaned, my pussy clenching.

    “Can I fuck your asshole, Mommy?” she asked, placing her left hand on my knee. She shoved her hand beneath my skirt.

    “You can.” I swallowed, her touch sliding up my leg. “You can fuck me in any hole you want. I’m all yours, honey. All yours.”

    “You’ll lick my pussy?”

    I nodded and then flicked my tongue across my lips.

    Her hand slid up to my panties. She cupped my pussy through the cloth. I gasped as she rubbed at me. I squirmed there, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat rushed through me as her finger slid up and down my hot cunt.

    “You are wet,” she said. “So, you’ll be my whore?”

    “Yes!”

    “God, that is tempting,” she purred. Her finger slid into the waistband of my panties. I slowed to a stop. “Prove it.”

    “How?” I moaned, her fingers stroking up and down my cuntlips.

    She glanced at the intersection a few cars ahead of us. “We got a long light here. I want to see your tits out before it turns green.”

    My eyes bulged. “What?”

    “You said anything, Mommy?” she cooked, her fingers stroking my pussy.

    I was such a whore-mother, but I had to do anything to keep her from being wicked. From temptation. I reached behind me and found my zipper. I twisted my hands up to grab it. My seatbelt pulled at me.

    I unbuckled it.

    It whisked up as she watched. Her finger kept stroking me, her eyes so hot. I caught the zipper and then tugged it down. It rasped. I shuddered, so shocked I was doing this in the middle of daylight. Anyone could see me. I licked my lips.

    I shrugged out of my dress, pushing it down my arms. My cheeks burned while my daughter’s hot eyes stared at me. She caressed the spongy crown of her clit dick as I struggled to get my right elbow out of the sleeve. My boobs jiggled in my bra.

    Her finger kept stroking my pussy while she licked her lips, hungry to see my tits. I shuddered, realizing just what I was doing. I was becoming my daughter’s whore. I trembled, this wild beat thudding through away in my chest.

    “Mmm, bra, too,” she said. “Better hurry. I’m sure Mrs. Matthews will show me her tits once she’s had a taste of my big dick.”

    “Oh, Lord,” I breathed. That was why I was doing it. Saving those marriages. Keeping those married women from sin.

    I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I twisted the clasp. It came free. I shuddered and then slid my straps off my shoulders and down my arms. I swallowed, feeling the fabric falling away from my breasts. My boobs settled, jiggling as they came free.

    I threw my bra into the back seat, mortification blazing through my cheeks. Ahead, the light turned green. The first cars heading through the intersection. I grabbed the steering wheel, shocked at how hot my cunt—that dirty, sinful, wicked hole—had become.

    “Someone’s nipplely,” purred my daughter. She pulled her finger out of my panties and from beneath my skirt. They dripped with my juices.

    She grabbed my nipple and smeared the juices over the nub. I gasped as the delight tingled down to my pussy. My fat nub drank in her touch. I couldn’t believe how wild this was. I bit my lower lip, whimpering.

    The car in front of me pulled away. I released the brake and applied the accelerator slowly, my entire body trembling. I was topless and driving through the city. Anyone could see how much of a whore I had become to my daughter.

    And that sinful cock of hers.

    If it wasn’t for that…

    Why, why, why did this have to happen, moaned through my mind. It’s so not fair! Not fair at all!

    It was more petulant than I usually was, but I could feel that injustice at how much my body responded to this. How much my desires had been inflamed by my daughter’s wanton cock. I shuddered, staring ahead at the road as she kept playing with my nipple.

    I have to do something to stop this. Her and her cock is going to ruin everything!

    But how could I stop this other than giving my body to my daughter and hoping she would never get bored of me.

    “Mmm, I’m going to love this,” she said as I turned into our neighborhood. It had been new when my ex-husband and I moved in thirteen years ago, Sky only five. Things had been so much simpler. I had been happy.

    Now…

    I turned onto our side street, a winding road that led to the cul-de-sac and our house. I pulled into the driveway and hit the remote to open the garage. My daughter pinched my nipple and shook her head.

    “Park right here,” she purred. Then she climbed out of the car, her cock thrusting out before her without a hint of shame.

    She sauntered around the car. I couldn’t move. I was rooted to my seat. My tits were out. One of our neighbors would see. This would be a disaster. Then Sky was opening my door and proffering her hand.

    “Come on, Mommy, I want to play with that body.”

    I swallowed and held out my trembling hand. She took it. She pulled me out of the car. I trembled at her touch, my heart pounding so fast in my chest. My big boobs swayed, the sun spilling on them. I whimpered, my panties soaked.

    My dress rustled about me as she took my arm and escorted me slowly to the front door. With her on my left, I was closest to the street. I shuddered, looking around, so worried we’d be seen. I whimpered, my cunt on fire.

    “Worried Mrs. Spencer will see you?” she asked, glancing at the house across from ours. “Maybe she would. She’s a new mother. That makes her a MILF. I bet she’s lactating. I could go fuck her if she does see us. Mmm, she could be my side-piece here in the neighborhood.”

    “I want you all to myself,” I purred. “Your mother is all the MILF you need.” Did I sound sexy enough?

    “God, you are driving me wild,” she moaned. “Get your keys out. Unlock the fucking door. I need to play with you!”

    “Yes, Sky,” I groaned and fumbled at the keys clutched in my sweaty hands. Why did I have so many? What were half of them for? I found the house key and jammed it into the deadbolt. I twisted it. A loud click echoed.

    Sky thrust the door open and yanked me inside, my boobs heaving. My keys fell to the floor, landing on the carpet with a dull thud. I just managed to close the door before she spun me around and pushed me against the wall.

    She kissed me with hunger. Her hands grabbed my naked boobs. She kneaded them. Her fingers dug into them. I quivered as she did. Her tongue darted into my mouth. She swirled it around in there. I closed my eyes, reveling in the taboo delight of this.

    If I had to tame her. To keep her focused on me, I had to enjoy this. There was no other way. It was a sacrifice I had to make.

    I groaned as I kissed my daughter with enthusiasm. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, holding her tight. I grabbed her rump. I squeezed and kneaded her ass through her skirt. I became the wild woman I had always kept myself from becoming.

    Sky broke the kiss and moaned, “Damn, Mommy!”

    She buried her face into my tits, her platinum-blonde hair spilling over my boobs. She squeezed my big breasts against her face, rubbing back and forth. I shuddered, my skirt rustling. I swallowed. I had to show her how exciting I could be.

    My boobs feeling amazing in her kneading hands and pressed against her face, I shoved down my dress off my curvy hips. The fabric rustled as it dropped down my legs to puddle at my feet. Then I hooked my stain panties and peeled them away from my hot cunt.

    I shuddered as I did this. It was so exciting. So wild. So naughty of me. I squeezed my eyes shut as I did it. The fabric rolled down my thighs while my daughter sucked at the inner slope of my right breast. Her lips made popping sounds when the suction broke.

    “God, these tits are hot,” she moaned.

    She licked up my right boob while my panties fell to the floor. She slid her warm tongue across my flesh to my boob. Then her tongue flicked across it. She fluttered against me. I groaned as she did. This wicked heat rushed through my body. My heart hammered in my chest.

    My pussy clenched as she reached my areola. Her fingers dug into my soft boobs as she swirled her tongue around the ring of dark-pink flesh surrounding my hard nipple. My breasts felt so sensitive and my nipple…

    It burst with excited delight just from being grazed by her tongue.

    “Mmm, Mommy tits,” she groaned. “Gorgeous.”

    She sucked my nipple into her mouth and nursed like she had as a baby. Only it had never felt like this. I groaned, my pussy clenching. This heat rushed through my body. I wiggled against the foyer wall, my heart hammering rapture through me.

    It felt amazing. My fingers slid through Sky’s hair. Both my hands stroked her. I felt so intimately connected to my daughter. This was something I had never felt before. It was a wicked delight that made me shiver. My eyes rolled back in my head as she played with my nub.

    “Sky!” I whimpered.

    She purred around my nub between her sucks.

    “Oh, Sky, that’s so good. Mmm, Mommy likes that.”

    She popped her mouth off to moan, “God, it’s hot when you call yourself Mommy.”

    “And it’s hot when you suckle on Mommy’s nipple,” I cooed. I pulled her to my other one. She didn’t resist.

    “You’re getting into it now, Mommy,” she cooed. “I seduced you.”

    “Uh-huh,” I groaned as she latched on and sucked.

    My pussy clenched as she nursed on my left nipple now. She sucked most of my areola into her red lips. I shuddered, staring down into her green eyes. They gleamed with her wild passion for me. This intoxicating rush rippled out of my cunt. My pussy soaked my bush. I breathed in and could smell my tangy passion.

    Then a drop of my cream ran down my thigh.

    I shivered and shuddered against the wall at the ticklish rivulet working down my inner thigh towards my knee. I groaned at how good this felt. How delicious my futa-daughter made me feel with her wicked sucking. I was such a naughty mommy.

    She groaned as she sucked hard. Then she ripped her head away with such force, it was like she had to tear herself away. She stumbled back, panting, her dress rustling about her legs. That big futa-dick thrust against her skirt. She stared at me.

    Then she glanced down and blinked. “Well, well, well, Mommy dearest, you actually stripped all the way naked. You really are my mommy-slut, huh?”

    “Yes,” I whimpered. “I… Your mommy is your slut.” That was what she wanted to hear. She shuddered. So I said, “What can your mommy-slut do for you?”

    My pussy clenched at such a wild admission. This was so naughty. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was submitting myself to such wild passion. I groaned, my cunt clenching as the heat rippled through me.

    She grinned, this twinkle in her eyes. “Strip me, Mommy.”

    “Yes, Sky,” I moaned and flew to her. I was excited to see her naked. Like I had in the church restroom.

    I went to go behind her, but she kept turning, keeping me from unzipping her dress. I frowned and then blushed. I had to hug her from the front, pressing my tits into hers and grabbing the zipper to her Sunday dress. I dragged it down, loving how she whimpered and moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side.

    “That’s it, Mommy,” she cooed, her movement rubbing against my nipples. They throbbed from the delight. It was such a treat. I groaned at the sensation. “Ooh, you’re such a wicked and naughty Mommy, aren’t you?”

    “Yeah,” I groaned. “I am.”

    Her dress unzipped, I pulled it off her body. Unsurprising, she was naked beneath. The dress fell away from her small breasts and then spilled over that huge dick thrusting from the folds of her pussy. I swallowed and then ducked my head down.

    I engulfed my daughter’s small, pink nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. She groaned while I tasted the salt of her skin. Her little nub felt nice in my plump lips. I nibbled on it between suckles. I loved the feel of her in my mouth.

    She groaned her fingers running through my hair as I nursed from her nipple. This was so wrong. So taboo. I didn’t care. I was so turned on by my daughter. I was into this role of being her ultimate temptation.

    I would keep her from inflicting her futa-cock on other MILFs.

    It was all mine.

    “Mommy,” she groaned as I sucked harder. “Damn, that’s good.”

    A please shiver ran through me at her outburst. I sucked and nibbled and nursed on her. I loved her nub. I swirled my tongue around her little bud. I tried to remember what she had done to me when she nursed on mine.

    I wanted to make my daughter feel good. I wanted to love her. Please her. I felt so wicked and wild now. A wanton mommy. My pussy clenched. More juices soaked my bush and dribbled down my thighs. They worked their way down.

    I groaned about her nub, loving the way that felt.

    “Mmm, yes, yes, that’s making my pussy so wet.” She licked her lips. “Do you want to eat my pussy, naughty Mommy?”

    I popped my mouth off to gasp, “Yes!”

    She grinned at me. “That’s what I thought.”

    She backed away from me, her futa-dick swaying before her. She sank down on my couch and thrust her legs wide, almost doing a split. Her pussy lips parted to show off her pink depths. I stared at my daughter’s twat. She gripped her clit-dick, pinning it to her stomach.

    “Mmm, don’t worry about my futa-cock, Mommy,” she said. “I want you to do the most lesbian thing in the world to me. Lick my cunt and make me cum!”

    “Yes, Sky,” I moaned, salivating. I wanted to eat her out. I felt so wild as I stumbled forward, my big boobs jiggling. “I will.”

    I fell to my knees, tits heaving. I licked my lips and leaned forward. The tangy scent filled my nose. My daughter smelled so much like me. I groaned, shocked that she could have come from my loins given her lusts.

    And yet… I hungered, too. I had these same rampant and out of control desires, as well. It made me shiver in realization.

    I planted my lips against her spread-wide labia. Her juices soaked my mouth. Her cream bled through, her flavor igniting my taste buds. I groaned and then I licked. I flicked my tongue through my daughter’s folds.

    She gasped, her futa-dick twitching in her hand. I licked her again, her flavor so good. I groaned, realizing I liked the taste of my daughter’s cunt. Just like I enjoyed the taste of her girl-cum. I was such a wicked mother.

    I would go to hell.

    But I couldn’t stop licking and lapping and devouring her twat. You’re such a good mommy for doing this for your daughter, I thought, the idea so delightful. You’re keeping Sky from sinning with others. That’s a good thing.

    It was like that thought whispering in my mind had given me permission to really enjoy myself. I licked with more passion. I fluttered my tongue up and down. I caressed her folds, gathering up her tangy juices. She shuddered, her face contorting. She squirmed on the couch as I licked and lapped at her.

    “Oh, fuck, Mommy!” she moaned. My daughter’s depraved voice echoed around me. “Fuck, you’re really getting into it.”

    I was.

    I thrust my tongue into her pussy’s depths. She should have a hymen until her wedding day, but she was too much of a slut. A naughty daughter-whore who needed her mommy’s wicked mouth and wanton cunt and even tight asshole to keep her in line.

    I thrust my hands beneath my daughter’s rump and the fabric of the couch. I gripped her tight and lapped at her snatch. I feasted on her with hunger. She groaned, her moans echoing through the room. She shuddered, grinding against my face.

    “Oh, yes, yes, that’s good,” she moaned, her hand pumping up and down her clit-dick. “Oh, my god, Mommy.”

    My futa-daughter’s incestuous cream soaked my tongue. Her juices ran down my chin. The scent filled my nose. That tangy aroma. That naughty flavor. I loved it. I licked and lapped at her with a fervor. I had to gather it all up. I had to make my daughter cum.

    Her whimpers echoed through the air. They were so amazing to hear. I loved the sounds she made. She shuddered, her passion bursting through the room. She humped against my mouth, grinding her cuntlips on me.

    “I’m going to cum, Mommy!” she moaned.

    “Good!” I purred. “Cum for Mommy!”

    “Goddamn, you’re such a slut, Mommy!”

    “Yes!”

    I sucked on her pussy lips. I nibbled on those delicious folds. My tongue gathered up her cream, and there was always more. She gasped, arching her back against the couch. Her whimpers swelled. Then she bucked.

    Hot and tangy pussy cream gushed out of her cunt. Her futa-dick erupted, splashing her tits and face in her own cum. She painted herself in ropy lines of jizz while I drank the juices that flooded out of her. I gulped down my daughter’s passion.

    I savored the incestuous treat.

    “Fucking hell, Mommy!” she squealed. “Yes, yes!”

    She fisted her erupting cock while I lapped at her cunt. I thrust my tongue into her depths and felt her pussy writhing around it. My cunt clenched as I drank the juices that gushed out of her. She tasted amazing. Delicious.

    I groaned, savoring every moment of this. I gulped it down while my daughter’s gasps echoed through the room. She humped against my mouth. I loved the sounds she made. The way she whimpered and groaned.

    “Mommy!” she squealed. “Oh, Mommy, yes!”

    Her juices filled my mouth. They tasted so good. I loved them. I savored them. She gushed out so much, her juices spilled down my chin. I shuddered as her futa-dick fired the last spurt of cum. She groaned, her small tits rising and falling, smeared in her pearly cum.

    Hungering, I darted up and lapped up a line of her salty daughter-jizz right to her nipple. The wonderful flavor complemented the flavor of her tangy cream lingering in my mouth. I climbed up to her nipple. I brushed that nub, flicking off the cream.

    She groaned in delight. Her face contorted at that bliss. A huge grin spread on her lips as she watched me lapping off her futa-jizz. Her green eyes held this naughty twinkle that had my pussy clenching.

    “I’m going to fuck that ass so hard,” she cooed.

    “Yes,” I moaned and fluttered up more cum.

    “Enough of that,” she purred. “Get on your hands and knees. Show me that ass. I want to fuck you hard. I’m going to pound that ass, Mommy dearest.”

    “Yes, Sky,” I moaned and turned around. My big boobs swung. I faced the TV. It sat on an entertainment system. Glass doors shut, hiding a Blu Ray player and cable box. I could see my reflection in the glass.

    What had I become? A whore for my daughter?

    A willing whore.

    “Come fuck Mommy’s ass!” I cooed, wiggling my hips.

    “Goddamn, you’re so fucking hot!” Sky smacked her futa-dick into my right butt-cheek. Then my left. She drummed back and forth. “Mmm, you really want my cock in your asshole, don’t you?”

    My asshole tingled and I realized I did. I truly wanted my daughter’s futa-cock fucking into my asshole. It would be incredible. I would have such a wild time at it. This was perfect. Just what I needed.

    “I do,” I cooed. “I want you in me.”

    She grinned and pressed her girl-dick into my crevasse. I shuddered at the feel of her thick cock sliding down my butt-crack. My fingers flexed against the weave of the carpet. My boobs shook as I trembled. A whimper rose in my throat as she came closer and closer to my backdoor.

    Then she reached it.

    Her cock pressed right against my asshole. She lay poised to ram into me and make me cum. This was so hot. I shuddered, loving this. I would have such a huge orgasm on her clit-dick. A big, nasty, depraved climax.

    I couldn’t believe how excited that made me. I shuddered, so ready to be sodomized by my daughter’s futa-dick. She gripped my hips, her fingernails biting into my skin. Then she thrust her hips forward.

    “Sky!” I groaned as my anal ring slowly parted for that thick dick. My face tensed. This felt so strange.

    And yet it felt nice. Exciting. My pussy drank it in as her thick cock popped into my bowels. The crown slid into my anal depths, her shaft filling me up. My boobs swayed from side to side as my groan grew louder and louder.

    “Fucking hell, Mommy!” Sky moaned. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s fucking good. You know that?”

    “Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Mommy knows that.” I swallowed. “Mommy knows that a lot. Ooh, you’re going to make me feel so good. Going to make Mommy cum so hard, aren’t you?”

    “Yes, yes, yes!”

    Her crotch rubbed against my butt-cheeks. My daughter had slid all the way into me. This was intense. Exciting. I couldn’t believe it. I savored the feel of my daughter all the way in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world.

    Amazing. Rapturous. Her dick blazed in my asshole, creating heat as she pumped away. The heat melted down to my cunt and an orgasm built in me. A slutty, depraved, wicked burst of pleasure that would utterly consume me.

    I gasped, squeezing down on her big dick. I wiggled my hips back and forth. I enjoyed every second of this bliss. I savored every last moment of this ecstatic delight. I groaned, savoring the rapture building and building in me.

    “Oh, my Lord, Sky!” I gasped. “Oh, my lord, what are you doing to me?”

    “Fucking you hard!” she purred, thrusting away at me.

    She hammered my asshole with passion. She rammed that big girl-dick into me again and again. She plunged that cock into me. My pussy drank in the heat. I came closer and closer to cumming. My toes curled. My fingernails clawed at the carpet.

    My boobs swayed to the rhythm of her thrusts. She pumped into me hard and fast. She buried into me again and again. It was outstanding to feel. I groaned, coming closer and closer to that moment of explosive bliss.

    I clenched down on her, increasing the friction. I reveled in the bliss that she churned in me. It was amazing. Outstanding. I enjoyed every second of it. I would have such a powerful orgasm. A mighty burst of bliss that would radiate out of me.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s so good. Sky! Sky! Mommy loves your dick fucking her asshole.”

    “I know!” she groaned, her hands stroking me. “Fuck, you are so tight. I love this futa-cock. That demon-girl is so awesome.”

    She buried hard into me. I panted, trembling. My face scrunched up. I hovered on the verge of cumming. I groaned, rocking back into her. She slammed hard into me, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through my living room.

    She drove her girl-dick hard into my asshole, her crotch smacking into my butt-cheeks. They jiggled from the impact. I gasped, my bowels clenching down her as a wave of fresh heat rushed down my slutty cunt.

    I stared at my reflection in the glass window of the entertainment system, my face twisted in rapture as I savored my daughter’s futa-dick reaming out my asshole. My blonde hair spilled about my face.

    I gasped and then burst with orgasmic bliss.

    “Lord!” I cried out as a mighty tsunami of ecstasy rushed through my body and slammed into my mind.

    The rapture drowned my thoughts in heavenly euphoria. My asshole convulsed around her futa-dick, sucking at it with such whorish passion. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes. I shuddered, my toes curling. Juices spilled hot down my thighs. They soaked me while I whimpered out my delight.

    “Mommy!” she gasped.

    Hot cum jetted into my asshole. I gasped, my bowels rippling around her dick, working out her cum into my spasming depths. I trembled there, staring at myself in the reflection. At the wanton whore I had become for my daughter’s girl-dick.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out as my asshole convulsed around her spurting dick.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she howled.

    The rapture smothered my thoughts. I gasped, my entire body shuddering from the intensity of it. My arms bent. My face pressed into the carpeted floor. I sucked in wild breaths. Deep inhalations. A dizzy rush swept over me. It was fantastic.

    I shuddered beneath the rapture of this moment. I trembled, my bowels rippling around her dick. My legs collapsed, slid to the floor, feeling a splash of cum splatter my right butt-cheek and hip. Then I lay there, panting, groaning, utterly drowning in ecstasy.

    “That was hot,” purred my daughter.

    I just groaned, my eyes shut. I swam in ecstasy, my bowels brimming in her cum. I had enjoyed that more than I thought possible. I drew in a breath as I heard clothes rustling. My daughter hummed as I drifted.

    “You were a good fuck, Mommy-slut,” she said. “Damn. Now Mrs. Spencer, here I come.”

    Her words rippled over me. There was something worrying about them. Mrs. Spencer…

    The front door closed as my eyes snapped open. I could hear my daughter’s footsteps crunching away. I gasped. How could I keep her from preying upon that new wife and mother? Tiffany Spencer was a wonderful woman. She didn’t need her life disrupted by my daughter’s futa-lusts.

    What could I do?

    Then I realized a face smiled at me in the refection. Framed by golden hair. A halo glowed over her head. Don’t worry, I thought. I’m here to help you out. You have to control your daughter’s lusts. I’m so with you. Do you need me, Madeline?

    Then I realized it wasn’t my thoughts I had been hearing. It was this… this angel.

    “Help me,” I groaned. “Help me tempt my daughter back to me.”

    To be continued…


  • A Swinging Lifestyle, chapter 2

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    Strip poker and group sex. We thought we had invented it.

    The four of us tried to get together at least twice a month after our first encounter with four-way sex. We had given up strip poker as too slow. We wanted to get down to sucking and fucking much more quickly, but we still liked the way the luck of the draw directed the action so we played high card–low card stuff a lot. One of our favorites was two-on-one, where the lucky person with the high card got to be worked over for five minutes by the two of the opposite sex. Bob’s hair trigger was a little bit of a problem at first, but after a few meetings either Sandy or Linda solved it by sucking him off as soon as they started double teaming him. That settled him down, and he always seemed able to keep a really stiff hard-on afterward.

    Bob and I really liked watching the two women get it on together, and they never seemed to get enough of it. We were always talking them into putting on a show for us, and we really liked the result because after a few minutes of eating each other’s pussy they were horny as a pair of animals in heat.

    One night Bob and I noticed the two ladies off in the corner whispering to each other and smiling a lot. Just as I was about to ask what was going on, Linda said that instead of them putting on a show for us, we were going to entertain them. I completely missed the message because I asked what they had in mind, and this silly grin spread across both of their faces. Linda said that she had a video she wanted us all to watch, and then Bob and I were going to imitate it.

    The movie started out with a couple fucking, but within a few seconds the woman’s husband walked in and caught them. Instead of beating the guy up, he took his dick out of his pants and told the other guy that he was going to get two for the price of one and promptly stuck his cock in the guy’s mouth. Then I got the message. The women were getting really turned on watching a guy suck a cock, and kept telling Bob and I how much it would turn them on to see us do it. Sandy said that she never dreamed that she would like eating pussy until she tasted one, and she was sure we would end up enjoying bi sex just as much as she and Linda did.

    When we looked back at the movie, the husband had his clothes off too, and the two guys were going 69 while the wife tried to play with both pair of balls at the same time. Linda picked up the deck of cards and said “Low card sucks.” and had each of us draw. I flipped mine over, a seven, and I was sure I’d be on my knees first, but Bob turned over a five. I had wanted to try sucking a cock for a long time but had never worked up enough nerve to say it, so this was perfect for me. Somebody else was making me do it. Just thinking about it was making my cock throb and drip precum.

    Bob took a little coaxing, and I had to promise to do it too after he took his turn, but eventually Linda got him on his knees in front of me while she knelt beside him. She played with my dick a little, and then put his hand on it and had him stroke it, and she held his hand around the shaft as she sucked the head for a few seconds. Before he had a chance to change his mind, she took it out of her mouth and put it in his and started coaching him on how to suck it properly. He really wasn’t doing that good of a job, but after a little bit he seemed to be getting into it, and his cock stayed hard the whole time which seemed like a pretty good indicator he was enjoying it. I couldn’t wait for my turn.

    Bob finally pulled away and said that his jaws were getting tired, and besides it was my turn, wasn’t it? Linda kept telling him how much it turned her on seeing him with a cock in his mouth as she had him stand in front of me. I had already gotten on my knees, and Sandy was right there beside me. She took my hand to Bob’s cock like Linda had done with Bob, and for the first time in my life I felt how neat it was to have somebody else’s hard cock in my hand. I felt all over it lightly, and I even played with his balls. I’m sure his cock felt the same to the woman as mine did, but it felt completely different to me. It was a fantastic turn on.

    I didn’t wait for Sandy to tell me. I opened my mouth and guided the head of his cock past my lips, and I licked the drop of precum off the tip as it went in, then I closed my mouth around the shaft right behind the head and just felt and tasted. I ran my tongue around the flared rim of the head and across the slit at the tip, and I just couldn’t believe how soft and silky it was while being so hard and stiff just under the skin. I pushed it as far into my mouth as I could without making myself gag, and then I closed my lips tightly around the shaft and tried to fuck it with my mouth. I had only gotten in about five or six strokes when I realized that Bob hadn’t cum yet as he tried to pull away saying “I’m gonna cum.”

    I almost let him pull out, but then I grabbed the back of his legs and sucked even harder. As much as I had liked the taste of cum when I got some from Sandy I sure wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass. When Sandy realized that I was going to let him cum in my mouth she told me not to swallow all of it, to save some for her. I knew she was refering to the way she had given me tastes of Bob’s cum when nobody else knew. Linda kept telling him to fill my mouth with cum, and she was getting really turned on. I felt his cock swell up even more, then twitch a couple of times, and then he started to cum. I tasted it a little bit as I held my tongue lightly on the slit, then I felt three or four spurts before I had to swallow to keep it from leaking out of my mouth, which would have been a waste. Being a guy I knew how sensitive the head of your cock gets as you finish shooting a load, so I just held the head in my mouth and stroked the shaft with my hand until his contractions slowed and stopped. Then I milked the rest of his cum into my mouth and turned to kiss Sandy. I still had a fair amount of cum in my mouth, and the two of us stirred it with our tongues for a while before she sucked it into her mouth and swallowed it. I really liked having a cock in my mouth while it came, and the taste and thick texture were incredibly sensual. I knew I’d want to do it again.

    Linda and Sandy were both so turned on by what they saw that our session went on for several more hours before they finally ran out of gas. Bob and I ran out before them, which isn’t surprising, so the two of them went 69 until they were both exhausted. It turned out that we had found another variation which would become a regular part of our meetings, and we were eagerly looking for more.


  • The Unicorn Farm [re-post]

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    There’s a reason why fantasy art shows gorgeous, curvy, half-dressed women cuddling up with unicorns. Hint: it’s not to keep warm.

    This story is stand-alone, but it has some hooks into another one of my stories “The Nymph, the Sorceress, and the Unicorn.” This story takes place long after that story has finished. You don’t have to read that story first, but you might understand a few of the references if you do.

    Chapter 1

    Sophia shook her head as she drove down the driveway in the late afternoon sunlight. What the hell had Charlotte, her only daughter, gotten herself into, and how had she managed to convince Harper, Sophia’s only sister, to go along?

    A unicorn farm? Really? There was no such thing as a fucking unicorn. This was beyond stupid.

    She picked today to make a visit because Harper was out of town, so Sophia would have a chance to talk to her daughter alone, one-on-one, and disavow her of this crazy idea. Then she could work on her sister. Hopefully once they sold the ranch they could get back most of what they put into it.

    Unicorns. Right.

    She pulled up in front of the ranch house and climbed out. The house was low-slung and well-maintained, fancy even. It was long and looked like it had a wing in the back. The house alone must be worth a fortune. Beyond the house was a barn, and beyond that a pasture that was obscured by the buildings.

    Charlotte stepped out of the house and and hugged her mother. Charlotte was young and slender, only 23 and still had her youthful figure with tiny tits that had barely erupted and a slender, lithe body. She wore riding tights and boots, and a blouse. She was in contrast to her mother, who was twenty-one years her senior and had filled out, with big mom-tits and wide hips accentuating a still-narrow waist. She had worn a no-nonsense pair of jeans and a spaghetti tank that clung to her top half tightly.

    “Mom, it’s so good to see you,” Charlotte said. “I’m so glad you could finally come out to see the ranch. It’s too bad you missed Harper, she had to be out of town a few nights for a couple of work things she was still cleaning up from her old job.”

    “It’s good to see you too,” Sophia said, nodding vaguely, smiling at her daughter. She loved Charlotte, but her child always had a habit of going off on wild hairs, and this seemed like another one of those.

    The women brought Sophia’s bags into the ranch house. The house was as beautiful inside as it was outside and Sophia had to bite her tongue, wondering how much this had cost her daughter and her sister. This was insane. Sophia and Harper had both inherited some money from their parents, and Sophia had used some of it to get a small retirement nest egg started, and had spent the rest paying for Charlotte’s Bachelor’s and MBA degrees. Ugh – she could have skipped college if this was how she was spending the rest of her life.

    The guest room was beautiful with a huge antique bed frame and a chest that looked like it might have been mahogany. The décor was perfect. Every little touch made Sophia cringe a more inside as the dollars added up in her head.

    Finally, when she had unpacked a few things, Sophia returned to the main part of the house where Charlotte waited.

    “So, do you want the tour?” Charlotte asked, with a big smile – a smile that only served to irritate her mother further. But Sophia swallowed her irritation and smiled back.

    “I really want to see the unicorns,” Sophia said, trying to sound upbeat and cheerful.

    “Sure, mom,” Charlotte replied. “Let’s go.”

    Charlotte opened a back door from the ranch and they stepped out onto a deck. There was a backyard between the house and the barn (including a brand new pool – another expense that made Sophia cringe) and a pasture beyond, though the barn obstructed most of the view. Sophia had to admit, the extent to which her daughter was carrying the ruse was impressive. Did she not think her mother knew that unicorns weren’t real?

    Sophia knew the moment of truth was coming. Any second this fantasy would fall apart and she would confront her daughter, forcing her to admit that this unicorn ranch idea was bullshit. She steeled her nerves.

    Then they rounded the corner of the barn and Sophia gasped.

    Standing in the pasture beyond were three white, gleaming horses that practically glowed. One had a huge nearly two-foot-long horn on his head. The second had only about a foot or so of horn. The third had only a knob a few inches long. The three looked at them passively, but their horns glowed a pale pink.

    “Oh, look!” Charlotte cried. “Dream has shed his horn!” She slipped between the rails of the fence and picked up a two-foot-long piece of ivory from the grass, returning to where her mother stood. She handed it to Sophia.

    “Unicorn ivory is so rare, this alone should fetch about $50K. They shed their horns four times a year. Three unicorns should bring in well over a half a mil annually.”

    Sophia was beside herself. What the hell?

    The unicorns were clustering around Charlotte now, she petted each one’s forelock and hugged them in turn, pressing her tiny tits against their necks. Their horns were glowing a pale purple. Sophia guessed the colors of their horns meant something, but she wasn’t sure.

    “This is Arrow,” she said, hugging the unicorn with the long horn that was almost as long as the one that had been laying on the ground.

    “This is Wind,” she said, rubbing the head of the unicorn with a medium-sized, still-growing horn.

    “And this good boy is Dream,” she said, hugging the unicorn with just a nub of a horn.

    The magical horses were close enough to Sophia that she could smell them. They had a combination of a flowery smell, like lilac and jasmine, along with an underlying earthy scent that was sensual and feral. The smell was intoxicating, exciting, even arousing. Sophia gulped, feeling her skin flush and a blush creep up from her breasts to her neck and onto her face.

    “Come on, mom,” Charlotte said. “Come into the pen and meet the boys.”

    Sophia was glad Charlotte was distracted by the unicorns to notice her blushing. She gulped and slipped between the rails of the fence. Immediately, the medium-sized horned unicorn disengaged from the clutch around Charlotte and approached Sophia. The purple of his horn had turned darker and was more pronounced.

    “Wind is the friendliest,” Charlotte said. “He’ll love you to death.” She added a wink that was a smidge more than cute. It was almost dirty.

    The blush that had been haunting Sophia’s face flushed even more at the undertones of her daughter’s remark. What the hell?

    Wind was now nuzzling Sophia’s ear. She reached up and ran her hand down the unicorn’s flanks. His body was rippled with muscles under his skin. His fur was soft – insanely soft for a horse – and his tail and mane were like silk threads. Sophia couldn’t resist herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, pressing her chest against Wind’s shoulder. She closed her eyes and drank deeply of his floral musk. She could feel her thong under her jeans getting damp – or rather damper – but she didn’t care. This animal was…amazing.

    She pulled back and Wind ran his tongue down the side of her neck, then across her shoulder, and finally down into her cleavage. Sophia fought back a gasp and pushed the unicorn away, lifting his head to her face and kissing his nose. He licked her face. She noticed that his horn was a bright purple.

    Sophia moved beside Wind and ran her hands down his body again. For the first time (or at least the first time she would admit to herself) she noticed the creature’s cock. It seemed like it was partially erect, and was long and pink and exuded a flowery fragrance all its own – like roses. Sophia had never been into bestiality or sex with animals, and a normal horse would never have caught her eye. But these unicorns, there was something special about them. They were sensual and erotic. Magical in the literal sense of the word.

    Charlotte’s phone rang and she walked back towards the house while talking. Arrow and Dream were watching her go. The other two unicorns partially blocked Charlotte’s view of her mother and Wind, had she turned back. Sophia looked up at her daughter, glanced down at the unicorn cock, and, seeing that Charlotte was still turned away, reached down and gently ran her finger tips lightly down the eighteen-inch-and-growing unicorn meat.

    Wind reached his head back and again ran his tongue down into Sophia’s substantial cleavage. This time she didn’t argue, and Wind got bolder, licking her breasts through her thin tank. Sophia’s nipples were hard and poking against the fabric, and Wind licked them, then nibbled at them through her top. She could see his horn was bright purple. She didn’t know for sure what that meant, but she could guess.

    Sophia glanced up at the house in time to see Charlotte disappear inside. She pulled her top down, letting her big mom tits tumble free. Wind’s tongue was ridiculously soft and gentle as it licked her wide aureoles and long nipples. Sophia moaned. This was wrong, but it was so right.

    She looked down at Wind’s cock that was now at least two feet long with a thin streamer of pre-come slipping from the wide tip. It looked beautiful, clean, inviting, and so fucking hot.

    Sophia looked over at the house. Still no sign of Charlotte. She swallowed hard and then ran her fingers along Wind’s giant shaft of meat. It throbbed under her fingertips. It was firm and hot, almost steaming. It was amazing.

    Her fingers reached the tip and a fresh glob of pre-come slid out. She let it slide onto her hand and pulled it up to her lips. It was salty but with a sweet undertone. Sweet, like everything about the unicorns.

    She stared down at the cock. She wanted to run her tongue down the shaft, pull it into her mouth, suck out every drop of come Wind could give her. She wanted that cock. In her mouth, in her cunt…but most of all in her ass. She couldn’t take it all, no human woman could possible take that entire behemoth, but she could probably take the first nine or ten inches.

    She didn’t have any lube with her, but she had some petroleum jelly back in her cosmetic bag. She glanced towards the barn. Maybe there was something in there she could use. But she needed to get cleaned up first, didn’t she? But this was a horse…would a unicorn even care if she was a little less than fresh?

    Sophia skulked into the barn and glanced around. On a workbench sat a bottle of motor oil. Fuck it, any port in a storm. She grabbed it and slipped back out to the pasture. Wind had moved near the entrance to the barn, and they were completely out of sight of the house. Sophia gulped and looked down at Wind’s cock. It was long, pink, and pulsating. The rose smell was almost overpowering.

    She ran her fingers up the length of Wind’s meat. It made her even wetter. She knelt down, set the bottle of oil on the ground, and stroked the flared unicorn cock, pulling it to her lips and teasing the tip with her tongue. The pre-come tasted faintly like vanilla. It was delicious.

    She pulled the unicorn cock between her bare breasts, squeezing her big, soft mom-tits around the throbbing horse cock. Wind let out a sound that could only have been pleasure. Sophia moaned, then pulled the big, flared cock head to her lips. She ran her tongue over the tip and opened her mouth, taking the flared head inside. God that was so fucking hot. She absolutely had to get that thing up her ass.

    She pushed her jeans and thong around her ankles and reached for the bottle of motor oil. She unscrewed the cap and was about to pour some out into her hand when her own phone rang loudly in her pocket, breaking the spell. She pulled it out. Telemarketer. She cursed and tossed it in the grass, then looked back up at the pulsating pink cock in front of her face, her other hand still stroking it absently. The bottle of motor oil, uncapped, still sat in the grass, and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles.

    Having a moment of clarity, Sophia gasped. What the HELL was she thinking? She yanked her hand back, rose to her feet, and pulled up her jeans.

    Wind, realizing the game was up, pulled back and trotted over to stand next to the other two unicorns. All three now turned and stared at Sophia. There was a look on their faces that bothered her. Like she had just failed some critical test. The purple of Wind’s horn had faded some, and the other two now had bright pink horns.

    What the fuck? She had been getting turned on by these fucking horned horses – creatures she didn’t even think existed an hour ago. This was wrong. And why did they look at her in that way?

    She took a deep breath, adjusted her top back into position, returned the oil to the barn, and slipped between the fence rails and out of the pasture. She glanced back over her shoulder one last time. Wind still had his two-foot cock throbbing underneath him, a dribble of pre-come hanging off. He looked majestic, beautiful — and incredibly hot.

    Chapter 2

    Sophia walked briskly back to the house. Her head was swimming. Unicorns were real. They were beautiful and sensual. Her daughter and sister had a farm. Unicorn ivory was rare and worth a ton.

    Their cocks were amazing.

    And, to be completely honest, the unicorns were making her horny as hell.

    Charlotte was finishing up her phone call as Sophia walked into the kitchen.

    “So, mom, what do you think?” Charlotte asked her mother.

    “Wow,” Sophia said. “I had no idea they were real.”

    “They were extinct, until recently. During the Industrial Revolution all the magical creatures that had once populated the earth slipped back through portals to a plane where no humans can despoil. A university found some of the old texts from those days and managed to open a portal into our world and invite some of the creatures to come back into it, to help us humans un-fuck our planet. Unicorns were the first creature to come through the portal. Harper happened to know one of the women who was involved in the project and convinced her to let us have a unicorn farm. They should be self-sustaining, given the price of unicorn ivory. We’re hoping to grow to a half dozen unicorns, but we’re just starting out. And we probably need at least one more more helper to handle a larger herd.”

    Charlotte paused for a second, then continued more slowly.

    “Since you’re here, and you’ve met the boys, do you think you might consider joining us? Harper and I could show you around for a couple of days. You could see the operation first-hand. It’s a lot of fun, I promise. The unicorns are easy to take care of, they’re clean, they smell delightful, and they are super-affectionate. That purple horn means they like you. The purpler it gets, the more they like you.”

    Against her will, Sophia felt a flush creep up her neck again. She could feel her nipples pointing through her thin top that was still soaked with unicorn saliva and plastered wetly to her tits. She moved to the sink, as if to get a glass of water. It gave her a moment to think. The way her daughter had said those lines about them being super-affectionate and about purple horns – there was a salacious undertone there, sort of like that remark out in the pasture. What was really going on here?

    “Maybe,” she finally said, after gulping down a couple swigs of water and splashing some on her flushed neck. “Let me think about it. It’s certainly…intriguing.”

    “Thanks for considering it, mom,” Charlotte replied, giving her a brief, unexpected peck on the lips, and hugging her. The kiss, though quick, followed in the heels of the adventure in the pasture and it sent a crazy thrill through Sophia. She knew her daughter had to feel her rock-hard nipples when they hugged, but didn’t give any outward sign.

    What the hell was going?

    Charlotte disengaged from the hug, added another peck on Sophia’s cheek, and began fixing dinner as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.

    “Tomorrow I can show you the ropes so you better understand what you are getting into,” Charlotte said casually.

    They ate a leisurely supper out on the deck, watching the sun set over the hills. After a couple of glasses of wine, Sophia excused herself to return to her room. It was dark out and the summer night had turned cool. She stripped and turned on a chilly shower, trying to wash away the crazy impulses of the day and clear her thoughts. After, she pulled on a clean (and dry) thong and a T-shirt, then lay on the covers in the dark, letting the cool summer night breeze wash over her.

    Her sleep was fitful and filled with strange dreams involving unicorns, their purple horns, and their pulsating pink cocks, along with her daughter and her sister. She awoke with her T-shirt soaked with sweat, her thong soaked with her juices, and the covers thrown to the floor.

    She glanced at her phone – it was only a few minutes after midnight, plenty of night left. Hopefully she could get some better rest. She went into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, then peeled off her soaked shirt and lay on top of the covers in the dark in just her thong. A breeze wafted through the open windows from the direction of the barn, carrying with it the aroma of hay, aged wood, and…

    …and unicorn.

    A flush of arousal surged through her body. Unicorns and their cocks. That was all she could think about. God…

    Outside something rustled. She slipped from the bed and peered out the window. The moonlight showed the path that ran from the house to the barn. Silhouetted in the moonlight was Charlotte, wearing a light robe, walking towards the barn.

    Towards the unicorns.

    What was she doing at 12 AM going to the barn? Sophia had to know what was going on. Just because things weren’t as bad as she thought they might be, didn’t mean that her sister and daughter weren’t into something…well…immoral. And if they were, she had to put a stop to it.

    Sophia unlatched the screen and slipped out the window onto the dew-wet grass. She felt the night on her bare skin and considered going back for her T-shirt, but decided against it. This was secret, Charlotte would never know she was there. She was just going to sneak a quick peek, then come back. Nobody would be the wiser. And, she justified to herself, if she was going to join this operation, she needed to know everything that went on. EVERYTHING. So a little spying was forgivable under the circumstances, right?

    A light came on in the barn, and Sophia slipped up to a window, peering inside. Charlotte lit some kind of an incense burner, or something like that, then knelt on the floor and seemed to say a prayer. She drew a symbol in the air, then stood and turned to the magical horses, calling for them to come out from their stalls.

    Wind, the unicorn Sophia had almost given anal to earlier that day came out of his stall practically at a run, his thick, hard horse cock bouncing as he came. He rubbed his cock against Charlotte’s ass, his horn a bright purple. Sophia wondered if the poor animal had been hard all evening. She had a combination of guilt and arousal wash through her.

    Arrow and Dream emerged from their stalls. Arrow trotted forward, pressing it’s nuzzle between Charlotte’s pert little breasts, and Charlotte pulled open her robe, tossing it to the side on top of a pile of hay bails. She was nude underneath.

    It had been years since Sophia had seen her daughter naked, and she admired how trim and svelte Charlotte was. Her small breasts, slender waist, and slim hips were reminiscent of her teenage years, and her pussy was shaved bare, revealing a pair of thick meaty lips hanging down. Suddenly the memory of the quick kiss earlier that evening rocketed into Sophia’s head, unbidden and unwanted.

    Sophia wasn’t a stranger to girls, she’d had a couple in her lifetime, but the feelings her daughter’s body evoked just weren’t right. And her thoughts about the unicorns were also not right. Nothing about the scene in front of her was right. She should go in there and call it off. Enough was enough.

    But her body felt otherwise. Sophia’s cunt was drenched and her muscles quivered with tension and arousal.

    Charlotte ran her hands across Arrow’s body, moving from his head, along his stomach, to his haunches, and finally to that two-foot hard cock that was pressed against the unicorn’s body. A streamer of pre-come was sliding out from the tip in the middle of the flared head. Charlotte ran her hand along Arrow’s cock, then knelt down beside him and pulled the flared head between her lips.

    Sophia wanted order them to stop, or to go back and hide her head under her pillow, but she was mesmerized by what was going on in front of her. She slid her hand down her stomach and underneath her thong, rubbing her clit under the flimsy fabric. Grool slid down her thighs. She had barely touched herself but she was already flirting with an orgasm. God, she needed to come.

    Charlotte stroked Arrow’s two-foot-long, pulsating, beautiful pink horse cock as she pulled the tip into her mouth. Sophia had to stifle a moan as inch by inch, the long, throbbing shaft slipped between her daughter’s lips. Charlotte’s throat distended to make room for the thick, meaty pole. Deeper it went until at least a foot was inside of her throat.

    Arrow’s head was lifted up and his nostril’s were flared like he had just sensed something on the wind. A thin trickle of foam flecked his lips and sweat beaded on his blindingly white fur. His strong muscles were tight against his skin. He looked majestic and beautiful. The light breeze brought the fragrant, floral scent of unicorn arousal, mixed with a faint burning odor. It was delicious and it made her cunt throb even harder. She was edging as she fingered herself, her mom tits jiggling in the moonlight, her hard nipples like long darts.

    Inside the stable, Charlotte was pushing her throat still further down Arrow’s cock. She had taken eighteen inches and it looked like she was going for the gold. Was it even possible to deep-throat a two-foot cock – especially one as thick and meaty as Arrow’s? Apparently so, because finally Charlotte’s chin came to rest against the unicorn’s tense balls.

    Reaching back with her hand, Charlotte pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her asshole. Sophia was shocked how wrecked it looked. Holy shit, that must be what came from fucking horses all the time. But as much as she wanted to be horrified, Sophia had to admit – her daughter’s demolished asshole was amazingly beautiful and hot. She wanted to dive between her cheeks and eat her ass.

    But instead, Wind moved up behind Charlotte and began sliding his meat into her wrecked ass.

    Sophia was beside herself. She hated what she was doing, but she couldn’t stop. Her big mom tits jiggled and her back arched as she came to an orgasm, quickly followed by another. She closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her, feeling the cool night air on her hot skin and her drenched bare cunt. Grool trickled down her thighs and steam rose from her body.

    She opened her eyes and peered back through the window. Charlotte was sliding her throat up and down Arrow’s horse cock, pulling out about a foot, then pushing back in, pulling out, pushing back in. At the same time, Wind was sliding his own horse meat into Charlotte’s yawning asshole. Every muscle in Wind’s body was taught as a guitar string. His eyes were closed and his head was back, nostril’s flared. He looked like he was about to come.

    So was Sophia – for the third time – she had lost her thong and had no idea where it was – and didn’t care. She just wanted to keep riding the wave. She was working her body over with three fingers in her cunt and three in her asshole, frantically striving for more body-shaking orgasms. She looked again at Charlotte just as Arrow and Wind unleashed their loads.

    The immense unicorn come shots were more than a human gullet or asshole could hold. As soon as Arrow’s balls began to pulse, thick streamers of unicorn semen shot out of Charlotte’s nose and her mouth around the huge horse cock that was buried there. She coughed then pulled back, choking out a huge unicorn oral creampie from her throat and stomach. Unicorn jizz ran down he pert little tits and puddled on the floor. Similarly, Wind was overflowing her asshole, sending his semen down Charlotte’s stomach, and across her pussy. Charlotte moaned, and Sophia moaned as she came again. It was wrong, getting off on her daughter’s unicorn threesome, but it was so hot.

    Sophia leaned back, wanting to slow down, willing herself to stroke her pussy less frantically. She took a deep breath. But unfortunately, the grass was wet with dew and her foot slipped, sending it into a metal container that was stacked next to the barn. The container fell over with a loud crash and Sophia went sprawling in the grass, hitting the back of her head on a board. She cried out. Reaching back she could feel a knot already starting to form on her skull, but thankfully no blood.

    Suddenly Charlotte, Arrow, and Wind were standing over her, her daughter still naked, the unicorns’ cocks still pulsing out semen. Charlotte’s face held a look of disappointment and betrayal.

    To her utter shock, Sophia clearly heard Wind say “Well, she’s certainly got the right spirit,” before turning around and trotting back into the barn.

    Chapter 3

    In the history of awkward ER visits, Sophia was sure she had earned a plaque in the hall of fame. She vaguely recalled holding an ice pack to the back of her head during the ride to the hospital in Charlotte’s car, the tests, the CT, the final assessment that she had miraculously avoided a concussion and just had a large bump on her head. Though probably harmless, the bump was disturbing enough that she was kept over for the evening – just to be safe. Charlotte went home to take care of poor Dream, who still needed to be “serviced”, and to get a few hours rest.

    As she lay in her hospital room alone, listening to the beeping of machines, Sophia didn’t think she had ever felt so confused, so frustrated, so humiliated, and so angry than she did at that moment. Confused about her feelings about the unicorns, frustrated by the silent treatment Charlotte had been giving her, humiliated by having been caught snooping, and angry about the whole fucked up situation.

    Her head was spinning, and combined with the frequent check-ins by the nurses, she got no sleep. By the time Charlotte arrived to bring her back to the ranch, it was almost noon. To make matters worse, Charlotte had already filled in Harper on the story and Sophia’s sister had come home on a red-eye. So instead of one set of accusatory glares, she had two pairs of irritated, sleep-deprived eyes staring at her during her discharge. Neither one said any more than they needed to complete the process.

    Finally, Sophia suffered the penultimate humiliation of the wheelchair ride to the exit. She climbed into Harper’s back seat and buckled herself in.

    “Look, I…” Sophia started once they were on the road home, but Charlotte held up her hand.

    “Mom, seriously, what the fuck?” Charlotte said. “You were spying on me. What…the…fuck.”

    “I know…I…I saw you going out to the barn late. I was curious.”

    “Curious? Curious would have been you just walking into the barn and saying ‘hi’, or even saying ‘what the fuck Charlotte’. That would have been curious. What you did was sneaky, controlling, and juvenile. Typical. I bet you came out here with the intention of talking your sister and I out of this venture, didn’t you?”

    Sophia gulped. “It had been awhile since I had seen you and Harper, so I thought it would be nice to visit you both,” she replied. “But yes, I did come here partly to try to dissuade you. I thought it was another one of your crazy schemes.”

    Silence reined in the car for a moment, then Sophia took the initiative in the conversation.

    “Okay, so what I did was wrong, and I apologize. And you’re right, I came out here with mixed motives. But that aside – what I saw through the window – you were…you were…Jesus Charlotte, you were giving one horse a BJ while the other ripped up your ass!”

    “You must have liked watching it because you were naked and I’m guessing you were playing with yourself,” her daughter shot back.

    “No, I was wearing a thong so I wasn’t completely naked.”

    “If you were wearing a thong you lost it somewhere – so yes, naked.”

    “You were having a threesome with horses!” Sophia practically yelled.

    “Unicorns, mom, not just horses,” Charlotte replied back. “There’s a huge difference.”

    “I don’t care if they were unicorns, horses, or velociraptors…you were fucking non-human creatures. That’s fucked up.” She turned to Harper. “Were you aware that your niece was having sex with these beasts?”

    This time it was Charlotte’s and Harper’s turn to look uncomfortable. They exchanged a glance. Sophia didn’t need a psyche degree to know the answer to her question. The uncomfortable, unspoken answer hovered in the air.

    Harper finally broke the silence.

    “Sis, it’s complicated. Part of the job of being a unicorn rancher is keeping the boys happy.”

    “Right…‘keeping the boys happy’ is a delightful euphemism for unicorn oral and anal,” Sophia shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Does your cootchie get to play too?”

    Charlotte broke in, her voice rising in righteous anger. “Hell yeah,” she shot back. “Every hole and any hole. It’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. It’s my favorite part of the job. I’ve taken loads of unicorn jizz in every place I can, and I’ve sucked come out of every hole Harper has. It’s amazing.”

    Sophia gasped. “Incest? Seriously?”

    “Fucking right. That’s part of this too. Unicorns have an aura about them, and they have always been tuned in to human females. Unicorns make women crazy, and women make unicorns crazy. So it just happens. Fighting the feelings only creates internal disharmony. You felt it, I know, don’t lie.”

    “But…incest AND non-human sex?”

    “Yeah, and if you want in, deal. Like you have any room to talk. Motor oil? Seriously? If your phone hadn’t rang, you were so turned on you’d have taken my unicorns in your ass dirty, without even cleaning up first. Wind filled me in. Tell me I’m wrong.”

    Charlotte stared defiantly at her mother in the back seat. Sophia shrank back.

    “I thought so,” Harper jumped in, looking at Sophia in the rear-view mirror. “You were getting off on your daughter having sex with a unicorn, so you’re halfway there. Come down off your mountaintop. But as crazy as it sounds, we’re still willing to let you come onboard to our operation if you want. It would let us bring in additional unicorns, we generally like you, and, let’s face it, you’re a hot forty-something with some gorgeous curves. The boys dig that, we do too. But no more games, no more bullshit, and no more sneaking. You are not in charge, we are. Got it?”

    Sophia gulped, emotions and thoughts rolling through her.

    Finally, she sighed and nodded. “I promise, you are in charge. Thank you.”

    “You’re welcome,” Charlotte added, then giggled, punching Harper playfully in the shoulder. “This wasn’t the way I expected this visit to go, but somehow we got there. And I’m glad too, Wind would have been really disappointed. He’s got a hankering for that ass of hers. If she’d offered it dirty with motor oil and no magical protection, we’d have probably ended up in the ER anyway.” Harper giggled too, then Sophia giggled. Finally, they all just started laughing, the tension easing from the car.

    “So Wind can talk?” Sophia asked.

    Charlotte laughed. “Yes, unicorns can talk. And these three are here of their own choice, they can go back through the portal anytime they want, so we work real hard to keep them happy.”

    “Have they always talked?” Sophia had so many questions.

    “There’s a book we have back at the house, it was a journal kept in the dark ages by three beings who worked together and became extraordinarily powerful – sorceress, a nymph, and a unicorn. Jael, Driana, and Torgard were their names. They had many exotic, erotic, and exciting adventures over several hundred years before they finally slipped through a portal and away from humanity. It explains a lot of things about unicorns – including the connection between unicorns and human/nymph/elven females.”

    Chapter 4

    Unfortunately for Sophia, she had been told to take it easy and to check with her primary care in three days before doing anything strenuous – including sex. Now that there weren’t any real secrets, there was a sexual tension between the women that started the very next morning when they sat around sipping their morning coffee. Sophia found herself looking at her daughter and her sister in ways she hadn’t before – ways she hadn’t considered, or even wanted to consider. She was potentially committing to a physical relationship with not just the unicorns, but with her daughter and sister. That was a new idea.

    She had been with women a few times, she even had a regular girlfriend for about eighteen months after her divorce. But her daughter? Her sister?

    As she followed them to watch and learn while they did their chores, she found herself noticing how her daughter’s tights clung to her tight calf and ass muscles. How her sister’s medium-sized breasts swayed as she worked. They were both incredibly beautiful and sensual – way more than she remembered either being. Definitely the influence of the unicorns.

    Then there were Wind, Arrow, and Dream. They were big, strong and muscular. Their bodies moved with a fluidity and grace that was smooth and erotic. They smelled delightful. And all three had big, pink cocks hanging below them that seemed to be perpetually in a state of slightly-aroused.

    By the middle of the afternoon, Sophia was so enervated from being around these sensuous people and unicorns that she felt like she was going to explode. She excused herself, claiming a headache, went to her room and masturbated frantically, then took a cold shower. Afterwards, she lay on her bed in just a towel, staring at the ceiling, frustration tinging every breath. Her stroking left her unsatisfied. She just wanted a unicorn cock, or – God help her – her own daughter’s ass…

    After dinner, as they sat out on the deck finishing their wine, Sophia felt like she had to ask the question that was pounding in her brain.

    “Are you guys going to be, you know, ‘keeping the boys happy’ tonight?” she asked, looking down at her wine glass.

    Though she didn’t look in her direction, she could feel Charlotte’s eyes boring into her.

    “You’re under doctor’s orders. Why do you ask?”

    Sophia gulped. “I was just thinking…if it was okay with you…I’d like to…you know…continue learning about how the ranch operates…like…watching…”

    There was a long pause, and when Sophia dared a glance upwards, she could see Charlotte and Harper looking at both frowning.

    Finally Harper replied. “If we say no, are you going to sneak down and watch surreptitiously?”

    “No,” Sophia replied. “I promise not to.”

    “Good. Prove it. Behave tonight and maybe – MAYBE – tomorrow night you can watch.”

    Sophia just nodded.

    About 8:30, Charlotte and Harper went over to the barn in their robes. Sophia sat on the couch trying to watch a movie on Hulu but it wasn’t doing much for her. All she could think about was what was going on outside. Just the mere thought of it left her slit drenched and her nipples pushing hard against her top. She slid her hand down inside her shorts and rubbed her clit. God she was horny. It was making her crazy.

    She thought of sneaking out again, but knew that wouldn’t fly. They would be checking for her. All she could do was sit here and play with herself. It only took a few more strokes until she came in an yet another unsatisfying orgasm.

    Harper and Charlotte came back in about a half hour after they left.

    “The boys were fired up tonight and came quick,” Charlotte said.

    Harper, who was trailing, stepped into the room. She was nude and her hand was down in front of her cunt, as if she was protecting it from something.

    “They sent you a gift,” she added. Harper slowly approached her sister, a devious smile on her face. “But before I can give you this gift, they need to know something.”

    “What,” asked Sophia, perplexed.

    “They need to know if you’re in,” Harper said, bending down so her face was just inches from her sister’s. “All in, 100% in, no more of this ‘I need to think about it’ garbage. Are you in, completely, totally, unreservedly? Are you committed to a relationship with the unicorns, with your daughter, and with me. Are you in?”

    Sophia gulped. She could feel the unicorn pheromones wafting off of Harper’s nude body. Harper’s skin was flushed and a sheen of sweat made it glow. She smelled sweetly of unicorn, unicorn semen, sweat, arousal, and pussy juice.

    “Well?” Harper prodded, her lips inches from Sophia’s. “It’s now or never.”

    Charlotte peeled off her robe and knelt on the couch, her lips so close to Sophia’s ear she could feel her daughter’s hot breath on the lobe.

    “Come on, mom,” Charlotte whispered, pressing her tiny, pert little tits against her mother’s arm. “Say yes, say you’re in. Do it for yourself, you know you want to. Just surrender, it’ll be amazing.”

    Sophia knew it was time to commit. Still, the idea of taking a cock that huge was daunting, and the idea of sex with her daughter and sister was also a little off-putting. But with Harper hovering in front of her, her perfect breasts dangling just above Sophia’s knees, was there any doubt? With Charlotte’s rock hard nipples drilling into her biceps, was there any question? Of course she would. She was in.

    “Yes,” Sophia whispered. “I want this more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. As soon as the doctors clear me, I am all in.”

    “Of course you are,” Harper said softly, kissing her sister on the lips. Sophia could taste the unicorn jizz as their tongues intertwined. Charlotte eased Sophia’s top down and began flicking her tongue across her hard nipples, gently squeezing Sophia’s big, pendulous mom-tits. Sophia moaned.

    Harper stood on the couch and straddled her sister, hovering her hand-covered crotch in front of Sophia.

    “Open your mouth,” Harper said. Sophia paused, but complied. Harper moved her body forward and removed her hand. A thick unicorn creampie cascaded from her cunt down into Sophia’s mouth. The rose-and-vanilla-flavored semen was delicious and was mixed with Harper’s own juices. It was delightful. There was so much of it that Sophia couldn’t swallow fast enough and the extra ran down her chin and across her big mom tits. Sophia leaned forward and pressed her lips against her sister’s gaping, unicorn-abused pussy, licking her meaty labia, teasing the man in the boat. Harper moaned and closed her eyes. Sophia slipped her tongue deep into Harper’s snatch, then pressed her lips against her gaping cunt and sucked, trying to pull out every drop of unicorn juice she could. Harper moaned again and leaned forward against the wall, rubbing her clit as her sister sucked on her yawning cunt.

    Sophia pulled a lobe of prolapsed cunt flesh into her mouth and Harper moaned again, pulling back, causing a fresh load of unicorn semen to dump from her cavernous vagina. A second later, her unicorn-cock-ruined snatch gaped even wider and her cervix slipped out slightly. The muscular ring was gaped and a second later a gush of unicorn semen slipped thickly from Harper’s womb.

    Sophia licked and sucked, pulling out mouthful after mouthful of unicorn semen, but still more cascaded across her big mom-tits. There was a slight tinge of blood to the jizz, but Sophia didn’t care, she was just taken away by the magic of the experience. Unicorns were amazing. Unicorns were beautiful. Unicorns were her life from now on.

    Sophia’s daughter continued to lick up the excess from her big, soft tits, though her pendulous mounds were still coated in it. Then Charlotte ran her tongue down her mother’s stomach and started licking and sucking Sophia’s drenched cunt through her tights. It only took a moment of her daughter’s ministrations before a fresh orgasm wafted through her body.

    Charlotte pulled her mother’s tights down and went to work directly on her pussy while Harper devoured Sophia’s semen-drenched mom tits. Sophia could barely contain herself, she thought she was going to scream. And when Charlotte slipped three fingers into her mother’s asshole that was all Sophia could take. She did scream, arching her back and coming in a crushing, satisfying orgasm. As the waves subsided, Charlotte kissed her mother on the lips, leaving the taste of Sophia’s own cunt juice. Harper did the same.

    “See what being a good girl gets you. Keep behaving and maybe tomorrow night you can watch.”

    Chapter 5

    That night was the first since her arrival at the ranch that Sophia slept soundly. She still was frustrated, but there was something soothing about the unicorn semen that helped her relax. She slipped into a deep sleep-deprived coma. She woke up the next day feeling relaxed and calm and nowhere near as sexually deprived as she had been. She felt like she was not only more satisfied, but that she had just passed a major test. She had been trustworthy and kept to her word.

    As they were having breakfast, they were chatting about the unicorns, and Sophia asked a question.

    “Do you have soirees with the unicorns every night?” she asked. “It seems like every evening you are out in the barn or the pasture.”

    “Not usually,” Charlotte replied. “But right now they sense a new girl is getting ready to join the team, and they are restless and horny. Once you get cleared by the doctors and can get into the mix, they’ll calm right down.”

    “How do your bodies stretch and expand to take those huge unicorn cocks?” she asked. “That seems impossible. Even seeing your stretched pussies and asses, I don’t see how you can take it.”

    “Have you read any of that book I gave you about Jael, Driana, and Torgard?” Harper asked.

    “Just the first chapter.”

    “Read more, it will become clearer. But simply put, the unicorns are magical so they alter the bodies of the women who take them inside. Plus, Jael and Driana cast special spells on all the unicorns who come through the gate to enhance this effect. Not only that, in his natural magical state, a unicorn can drive his cock entirely through a woman’s body without harming her. But for some reason, that magic seems to slip away once they come back through the portal. We don’t know why, but we hope that restriction wears off eventually. I want to take a unicorn cock in my ass and have it come out my mouth.”

    After breakfast, Charlotte went to a personal appointment and Harper had to run into town to do some errands, leaving Sophia at odds. She declined to accompany her sister, which she knew made her suspicious, but Sophia reassured her.

    “The past few days have been intense. I just want a little time alone,” she said.

    “Understood. You should probably stay away from the boys, though,” Harper replied. “You’ll only agitate them more, and drive yourself crazy in the process.”

    Sophia agreed. Once Harper had left, she stood on the back porch, gazing across the field at the distant unicorns. She wanted them so badly, but she knew she would be betraying her sister’s and daughter’s trust if she went anywhere near them. So she just shook her head and walked off into the woods in the opposite direction from the pasture. Harper had said they owned over a hundred acres of forest, so there was plenty to wander in. She just started walking aimlessly away from the house – and the unicorns.

    After about a half hour of walking she came to a small brook that gurgled through the forest. She sat down on the bank and stared blankly into the rushing water. After a few moments she felt her eyes getting heavy. She lay back and drifted off to sleep.

    She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but something brought her awake. She didn’t open her eyes, but she knew intuitively that someone – or something – was in the forest with her. She could hear breathing nearby.

    She tried to keep her breathing calm and steady. Who was this person? Were they going to hurt her? Could she outrun them? Did they know she was awake?

    “You might as well open your eyes,” a familiar, sensual, male voice said. “I know you’re awake.”

    Sophia opened her eyes and sat up. Wind stood a few feet away from her, his face wet like he had just been drinking from the stream.

    “Your sister and daughter would lose their shit if they saw us talking,” Wind said, chuckling. “So we won’t tell them.”

    “I…I…I can’t do anything…um…you know…until I get that bump on my head checked again. You know…I hit it when…”

    Wind laughed again, softly, his voice sounding like the breeze through the forest on an autumn day. “I was there, remember? There’s a lot more to a relationship between girls and unicorns than just sex, though that’s part of it. So let’s have a truce for a little bit – I won’t try to fuck you and you don’t try to fuck me. Deal?”

    Sophia nodded. Wind lay down on the ground next to her, allowing her to lean back and rest her shoulders and head gently on his stomach. She gazed up at the trees and the blue sky beyond.

    The unicorn pheromones, though still there, were muted and less insistent. She felt she could actually think clearly around Wind for the first time. She liked how she felt, this was nice.

    “Is there anything you wanted to ask me?” Wind said, breaking the silence after a moment. “I know you’ve talked to your sister and daughter, but anything you want to hear – as you humans like to say – straight from the horse’s mouth?”

    Sophia groaned and Wind laughed.

    “Seriously, though,” Sophia asked. “Why did you come here? This planet is so fucked up, I should think you would want to just stay where you were.”

    “I can go back anytime I want,” Wind replied. “But I like the idea of being a pioneer, of helping bring magic back to the human world. And, yes, I like the idea of being pampered a little. So it was worth a try. If it fails, or starts to suck, I’ll go back.”

    “That’s very noble of you.”

    “Unicorns are usually pretty noble creatures. We try to do what’s right.”

    “When not seducing unsuspecting human females and shoving gigantic horse cocks into them.”

    As soon as that came out of her mouth, Sophia cringed. What the fuck was she thinking?

    To her relief, Wind laughed. “Every female I’ve fucked – human, elfin, or otherwise – has been a willing participant,” he said. “Like you. If you don’t like the idea, you can leave. Nobody is holding you here against your will.”

    “I know, I want to be here. I’m sorry, I was out of line with that remark. It’s just so new to me.”

    “No offense taken. Are you having second thoughts?”

    “No, not second thoughts, just feeling a little weird about incest and unicorn-human relations.”

    “Relax, you’ll get used to it in time.”

    “I guess.”

    The next hour or so was spent in amiable conversation about whatever topics came to mind. It was pleasant and relaxing. Eventually, Sophia checked her phone and stood up.

    “My sister will be back shortly. I should go back. I don’t want her to think I’m up to anything. See you tonight, assuming they let me watch.”

    “Good afternoon, Sophia,” Wind said.

    Sophia made her way back to the house and went into the kitchen. She looked out the front window just as Harper pulled in. She took a seat at the table and munched an apple as Harper came in carrying a couple of parcels.

    “Hey, would you mind grabbing…” Harper began, then trailed off. She squinted and looked at Sophia, sniffing the air. Then she moved close and smelled her clothes.

    “You little bitch!” Harper said. “You fucking promised you wouldn’t fuck around with the unicorns. You fucking promised! I knew we couldn’t trust you.”

    “Harper, calm down, I didn’t…” she started, but her sister interrupted.

    “LIAR! I can smell them on you. You fucked them didn’t you? You…”

    “HARPER! Stop! Listen! I went for a walk in the woods. Wind followed me without my knowledge. We sat by a brook for an hour or so and just talked. We didn’t do anything but talk. Go ask him. He’ll confirm it.”

    Harper glared at Sophia. “You fucking bet I will,” she said. “Go get the rest of the groceries and put them away. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stormed out the back door, slamming it loudly, heading towards the back pasture.

    Sophia sighed. She brought in the groceries and put them away, then peered out the back door. Harper was walking back slowly, staring at the ground. Sophia took a seat at the kitchen table, stifling her desire to be smug, and stared down at her hands.

    When she heard the door open, she waited a moment, then furtively glanced up. Harper looked like she had just swallowed a toad.

    “I’m sorry I lost it,” Harper said. “I apologize for yelling, I apologize for calling you a bitch, I apologize for calling you a liar.”

    Sophia gave her a hug. “I’m a liar and a controlling bitch, so I wouldn’t trust me either. I am trying so hard to do better, please be patient with me. I understand and forgive you.”

    Chapter 6

    The rest of the afternoon slipped by uneventfully, and after dinner Charlotte took Sophia’s hand.

    “Tonight you watch, but first you can learn what you have to do to get ready.”

    Under Charlotte’s patient tutelage, Sophia washed, and cleaned, and flushed and made sure she was sparkling inside and out. Then she pulled on a robe, grabbed a blanket and cushion to lay on, and followed her sister and daughter out to the stable.

    There was a strange smell in the barn, like burnt wiring, she recognized it from the other night. Sophia looked around, half-expecting to see a cord on fire, but couldn’t see anything.

    “It’s the smell of magic,” Harper said. “You’ll get used to it.”

    Sophia started to respond, then was distracted by the fact that the unicorns were already well on their way to being aroused. Their horns were bright purple and their pink cocks were hard and throbbing – two feet of pure steel. They looked inviting and delicious. Charlotte saw her mother staring and gave her a gentle shove.

    Sophia spread her blanket across the hay and pulled out a small dildo she had brought with her.

    When Charlotte saw the toy her mother had, she rolled her eyes. She went to a closet and pulled out a massive nearly two-foot-long monster.

    “You’re going to get stretched out eventually, might as well get started now,” she said.

    Before Sophia could argue, her daughter turned away. The unicorns had assumed a position in a circle and were on their haunches like a dog that had been told to sit. Harper sat down in the circle and Charlotte set a metal incense burner in the middle of the circle, took a seat and invited her mother to join her.

    Once they were all in position, Charlotte began chanting. It was a language Sophia didn’t know. Everything seemed to get a little brighter and the room filled with that burnt smell Sophia had been noticing. Even more strangely, something moved through her body. It was as if every muscle inside her suddenly relaxed. And it also felt like her orifices had just lubed themselves somehow. She found her eyes drawn to that giant toy her daughter had given her. Yeah, she could take that.

    The chanting ended. Harper drew a glowing symbol in the air with her fingertip. The image hovered for a second then faded. Magic suffused the room. Harper directed Sophia over to her corner. Sophia tossed the huge dildo over to the blanket where she would be watching and began crawling to it on her hands and knees. Harper slapped her ass as she went by. Sophia giggled and stretched her asshole at the unicorns, then set the dildo up on its end. She rubbed some lube on it – though she was pretty sure that was unnecessary. She adjusted it a couple of times so it was just right, then turned back to face the action.

    While Sophia had been diddling with her logistics, Harper was already getting busy. She was on her knees nude beside Dream, pulling his throbbing unicorn cock up to her lips, running her tongue around the flared head, and stroking the shaft. Dream had his eyes closed and was slowly pulsating his hips in time with her strokes. Harper pulled the flared head into her mouth, then pushed her face forward. The unicorn cock slipped down her throat and Sophia could see the distension.

    Sophia was on her knees, rubbing her breasts and stroking her pussy. The show before her was hotter than hell and she wanted so badly to join. But until the doctors cleared her, there was no way that was going to happen. She ran her hands across her body, rubbing her cunt and pulling one of her big mom-tits up so she could suck on it. She slipped two fingers into her cunt, then moved down, sliding three into her ass. God that felt good.

    She looked back up. Harper was now on all fours. Dream continued to drive his horse cock into her throat, but from the back, Arrow was forcing his meat into her cunt. Inch after inch went into her unprotected hole, stretching it wide, forcing its way in. Though her throat was full of Dream’s cock, she moaned as Arrow’s balls hit her clit. A second later, Dream’s balls bumped against her chin.

    Sophia was so hot she felt like she was about to explode. She looked over at the huge dildo. Time to go big or go home. She had to stand up and squat down in order to get her asshole positioned above it. She had a moment of doubt. There was no way she was even getting the head into her ass, let alone the entire thing. Then she felt the magic that was flowing through her – through everyone. She pressed the flared cock head against her wet sphincter. To her shock, it popped right in, as if it had been born there.

    No way.

    She glanced up. Arrow and Dream were demolishing her sister, it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Next to them, Charlotte was still just sitting there, slowly stroking Wind’s big, hard horse cock. What was she waiting for?

    Sophia was slowly sliding her body down the dildo. She had a foot inside her and it felt amazing. The depth part wasn’t a problem, but she was starting to worry about the girth. The last eight inches or so, that thing was bigger around than her biceps. How the hell was she going to open up and take that monster? But when she looked up at the action in front of her, and she felt the magic pulsating in her body, she just knew she could. She slid a couple more inches and felt her asshole really begin to stretch out in earnest. God, it was amazing, it was a tiny bit painful, and it was so fucking hot. She pushed down even further, more stretching. She could feel her flesh pull apart and tear, but it wasn’t bleeding, it was healing as she went. That must have been part of the magic. Holy shit, that was amazing. She really could take this whole thing without getting hurt. She’d end up with a wrecked asshole like her sister and daughter, but honestly, that was a total turn-on. Fuck yeah.

    She had about six inches to go. She took a deep breath. Time to go for glory. In a single motion she forced her body all the way down the two-foot-long schlong, taking the entire twenty-four inches up her asshole. She felt her ass cheeks hit the floor. It was in, it was all in – in fact her body sucked it in and her sphincter slammed shut behind it. Holy hell. She moaned again, feeling like she could have taken another foot – or another six inches of diameter. She pulled one of her big mom-tits up and licked her nipple while she watched Dream and Arrow work in perfect synchronization to pound Harpers throat and gaping, demolished cunt. Harpers pussy prolapsed out with each stroke, and it looked like the magical horse had even penetrated her womb, because her cervix was wrapped around the base of his cock when Arrow pulled almost all the way out, then drove back. It made her vagina look like a sheath against his meat.

    Sophia stared and gawked at what the two horses were doing to her sister. No wonder her cunt was gaped and shredded. And that was what her asshole was going to look like when she was done.

    And she couldn’t wait to see it.

    She pushed the dildo out of her asshole a few inches, planted it against the floor and began sliding up and down it with abandon, bouncing on it like it was nothing at all, not a two-foot monster.

    She looked back at her sister. Arrow and Dream were coming hard into her. Unicorn juice was pouring out of Harper’s mouth and cunt around the giant cocks that were embedded there.

    Motion to the side caught her eye and she turned. Charlotte was on her knees, bent over so that her ass was in the air while her shoulders, tits, and cheek were pressed hard against the floor. She was watching Sophia working over the big dildo. From behind, Wind was ripping his gigantic horse cock in and out of Charlotte’s asshole. Charlotte’s lips were forming in an “O” and her eyes were barely open, staring at her mother. As Sophia watched, a faint smile played across her lips, before she closed her eyes, surrendering to the experience.

    Wind’s cock was working Charlotte’s asshole with abandon. Charlotte’s sphincter was already torn and shredded, and her pink anal flesh stretched out over a foot behind her, gripping Wind’s cock as he worked her over. It was hot, it was amazing. The sight of it was more than Sophia could handle. She drove her own asshole down hard in the dildo. Her ass cheeks slapped the floor and she came, hard, her back arching, pressing the dong against her abdomen and distending her tummy. She leaned back, rotating her hips, feeling the giant dildo inside, wishing it was bigger – or that it was the real thing. She wanted Wind inside of her, all the way. She wanted that unicorn cock inside her asshole, she wanted to feel his horse balls pounding against her cunt, she wanted loads and loads of hot unicorn semen in her asshole. God she wanted it so bad.

    As if reading her mind, Wind gave a massive, final thrust, driving his cock all the way in. Charlotte screamed and arched her back as the unicorn’s balls pulsed load after load of jizz into Charlotte’s wrecked ass.

    It was so fucking hot.

    Sophia began pounding the dildo again, up and down, slapping her ass on the floor with each stroke. She snatched up the smaller one she had brought with her and shoved that one in her hole as well. It vibrated and buzzed, sliding fully inside her and slipping deep into her body. Fuck it was amazing. She came twice more.

    It felt like she was about to come apart. She needed to slow down. She leaned forward, pushing the dildo and the smaller toy from her ass. Her ruined, torn sphincter seemed to be stuck wide open and her destroyed assflesh hung over a foot outside her body. It was so fucking hot. She reached back and squeezed her anal tissue, sending a small but distinct orgasm through her body.

    She looked up. Wind was slowly sliding his ejaculating cock from Charlotte’s stretched sphincter. Semen still pulsed from it, and Charlotte’s ruined ass overflowed, running across her equally-ruined cunt.

    Finally the flared tip of Wind’s cock popped free of Charlotte’s asshole, leaving it wrecked and gaping. Charlotte didn’t move, her face and shoulders were still pressed against the floor, her ass in the air, overflowed with unicorn jizz.

    “Mom,” Charlotte whispered. “Suck the come from my ass.”

    Any question about incest or commitment fled from Sophia’s mind. On her hands and knees, her own asshole gaping and prolapsed, she crawled to her daughter, pressed her lips against her shredded sphincter, and began sucking out the load of unicorn come that Wind had left. It was delicious, it was delightful, it was amazing. Sucking Unicorn semen out of her daughter’s asshole was better than sipping ambrosia from a goblet of gold.

    When she thought she had sucked it all out, Harper came up beside her and showed her how to slide her entire hand into Charlotte’s gaping cunt and squeeze out more come from her baby girl’s ass. Charlotte sounded like she was practically over the moon.

    It took five more squeezes until Charlotte was empty.

    Chapter 7

    After the session with the unicorns, the girls went back inside and watched a movie. Despite Charlotte’s and Harper’s reassurances, Sophia was worried she would be sore in the morning. As promised, though, she felt fine, though her ass was wrecked and she could turn it inside out at will.

    Sophia’s apartment was four hours away, and it had been her plan to run back home for the noon appointment with her doctor, then immediately come back to the ranch for a true indoctrination – assuming everything went well at the doc’s. Her daughter and sister thought that was a too aggressive. It took a little convincing, but she finally agreed to spend the night back at her apartment (which she knew she would be moving out of soon to live at the ranch) and come back the following day. That would also give the unicorns a day to cool off.

    The appointment went fine, and she was given clearance to do whatever she wanted, just be careful of that spot on her head as long as it was tender. She left the doctor around 12:30 and went home. She called to give Charlotte an update, and afterwards she stood in her living room and looked around her apartment. Her life had been so chaotic in recent years – she lost things in a fire, had a divorce, challenges with her family – she was ready for a change. A total change. Time to go in a new direction.

    She walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, then stripped and studied her body. Big tits, curvy ass, rnarrow waist – she looked like she belonged on an 80s fantasy poster with unicorns. She liked that image, she just needed the hair and makeup look to go with it. She went to her stylist and spent the afternoon having a makeover. When it was done, she had gone from a mousy brown-haired brunette to a platinum blonde with long straight hair and mildly bimbo-like makeup. She left the stylist and went shopping. If they were going to be bringing in massive income from the unicorn ivory, she could afford to splurge.

    She slept soundly that night, and was at the ranch by noon. Charlotte was at the store, but Harper was out back sunbathing in a bikini. Sophia took a deep breath and walked out the back of the ranch.

    “Hey,” Harper said. “I thought I heard you come in. Ready for toni—…” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw her sister and leapt to her feet, staring.

    “Holy hell, sis. You look amazing. You look like a girl who’s ready to start a brand new life.”

    “I am. Since I’m going to be fucking unicorns, I went for the Frazetta fantasy girl look.”

    “You go girl, you nailed it.”

    Harper stood and planted her lips on Sophia’s lips. For a moment, Sophia was taken aback, but she reminded herself she was all in. She reciprocated, slipping into a deep soul kiss with her sister. Harpers’s tits in her thin bikini pressed against Sophia’s mountainous mammaries in her flimsy halter. Sophia felt Harper’s hands on her ass, then sliding up her waist, then cupping her breasts. Without losing lip contact, she reached around Harper’s neck and untied her bikini top, letting it fall loose, baring her sister’s firm, mid-sized tits.

    They disengaged their kiss and Sophia leaned down, running her tongue down Harper’s neck to her bare tits. She flicked it across her nipples, turning them into hard, pointed little darts, then sucked at them. Harper moaned and pushed her tit up into her her sister’s mouth.

    As she sucked at Harper’s hard, erect nipple, Sophia slid her hand down between her thighs.

    Harper pulled off her thong and lay back on the chaise naked, spreading her legs. Sophia peeled off her halter and skin-tight jeans and knelt down between her sister’s thighs, inhaling her aroma. She could smell the unicorn pheremones and the burnt smell of magic that emanated from her sister’s flesh. She planted her lips in Harper’s clit and sucked. Harper arched her back and came, her juice flowing from her gaping slit, her open cervix hovering just inside the opening as if begging for a unicorn cock. Sophia ran her tongue around the muscular opening and teased it just inside, then gave it a soft, gentle kiss.

    She had lost track of how many times Harper had come, but she wanted to at least double it. Harper’s asshole was wide open, her wet pink flesh inside visible to the world. Sophia nibbled on a fleshy tag of ruined sphincter and stretched it out using her teeth. Harper moaned again and the hole gaped even wider. Just as Sophia slipped her fist inside Harper’s waiting ass, the door opened.

    “What the fuck are you two doing?” Charlotte asked.

    “Isn’t that obvious?” Harper asked. “Why don’t you get undressed and join us? I bet you guys can get three fists in my ass if you try.”

    “No, I don’t mean that,” Charlotte replied, gesturing vaguely at the two of them. “I mean THAT!” she added, pointing towards the pasture.

    All three unicorns were standing and staring just a dozen yards away. Their horns were bright purple and their cocks were fully erect, streamers of pre-come sluicing out from the flared, pulsating tips.

    “Oh…shit,” Harper said. “I guess they aren’t going to want to wait until tonight, are they?”

    Charlotte started to say something, then she noticed her mother’s hair.

    “Holy shit mom,” she exclaimed. “Look at you. No wonder the boys are all fired up. Jesus, you’re hot. Now I don’t want to wait until tonight either! Okay, that’s it, everybody get cleaned and freshened up. It’s time to welcome Sophia to the team.”

    Harper and Sophia were way too engaged to just completely stop what they were doing and go get cleaned up. Their cleaning ritual was punctuated by kisses, feels, and the like. But they got done in record time, and shortly were standing in the pasture naked, having not even bothered to pull on robes.

    The afternoon sun was warm on their skin, as they sat in a circle in the field and went through the chanting ritual they had done the night before. The air filled with the smell of unicorn pheremones, magic, female arousal, and unicorn pre-come.

    The ceremony seemed rushed, and the unicorn’s cocks were hard, pink and pulsating, their horns bright purple. When they were finished with the magic, Sophia leaned over and reached for the nearest unicorn cock, that happened to belong to Arrow. But the unicorn shied away.

    “What?” Sophia said. “I’ve done everything I’m supposed to, I’ve been a good girl. What’s wrong?”

    Charlotte laughed, and a snicker ran through the unicorns.

    “You’ve used up all your foreplay already with your sister – and they boys have had to watch. There’s no more foreplay.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “If you want to suck a cock, go to Dream, he loves oral. But Arrow wants you pussy, and you already know what Wind wants…” Charlotte trailed off.

    Sophia looked around, then smiled.

    “So what are we waiting for?”

    She knelt up and reached out to Dream. He moved in place, his horn glowing purple. Sophia had been waiting for this moment for too long to be hesitant. She gently took Dream’s pink, pulsating horse cock and pulled it up to her lips. She flicked her tongue across the flared head, liked the slit that was assaying pre-come, and took a mouthful of the salty goo. She gulped it down, then paused.

    “So you’re sure your magic will protect me?” she said.

    “You saw it protect us the other night, right?” Harper replied.

    Sophia nodded, took a deep breath, then pulled Dream’s throbbing, veined horse meat into her mouth.

    As soon as the head cleared her lips, Dream moaned. She sucked on the unicorn’s cock, drawing out more pre-come, then pulled shaft deeper into her mouth, pressing on the back of her tongue. The cock faintly tasted of roses and musk. It was dreamy and beautiful.

    She slid her lips down further, and the massive flared horse-cock head pushed against her throat. Would she really be able to do this? Her throat tingled and the burnt smell of magic flickered in her nostrils. She suddenly knew without a doubt she could, but still she hesitated.

    Dream, not to be denied, gently nudged his hips forward, pushing his cock down Sophia’s throat. She coughed once, caught her breath, and gagged for a moment. A tiny bit of her lunch slipped from her lips before she got herself under control. Finally her stomach and throat settled down. The tingling that had been going on in just her throat spread down her body. She smiled around Dream’s cock, then in one single move, shoved her face all the way down his two-foot cock until her chin was pressed against his balls.

    Dream moaned loudly and whispered a “fuck!” as Sophia’s mouth began pistoning up and down his gargantuan cock. Now that her body had settled in, she realized she loved this. The sensation of taking that magical horse’s meat down her gullet was divine.

    She felt her daughter’s hands pulling apart her pussy lips and her tongue tease her clit. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but her face was kind of stuck in one direction, so she couldn’t turn to look. She just knew she liked what Charlotte was doing. Her daughter licked her cunt up and down several times, then sucked on her clit. Sophia slowed down, but Dream wasn’t having anything to with it. He began forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. Sophia knew he would stop if she held up her hand, but why would she? It was amazing feeling that gargantuan meat being forced in and out of her insanely stretched throat.

    Charlotte slipped her entire hand into Sophia’s cunt briefly and then withdrew, to be followed a second later by the flared end of a horse cock – Arrow was joining the party and he wasn’t being gentle. He gave one thrust and the first foot of cock slid into Sophia’s sopping hole, the wide flared tip pressing against her cervix. She knew if he made another thrust like that, he would penetrate her womb like she had seen him do to Harper the other night. She knew it was coming, but Arrow was teasing her. The unicorn slipped back and slowly fucked her with only half his cock. It was nice, but it was unsatisfying. It must be the magic, because she wanted the whole thing, even if it meant going way too deep.

    Sophia reached back and pulled Arrow several inches deeper.

    “What, you want it all right now?” the unicorn asked.

    Sophia couldn’t speak because Dream was still driving his cock mercilessly into her wide-open maw, but she gave a thumbs up.

    “As you wish,” Arrow said. And in a single, hard thrust, he drove his cock all the way into Sophia’s cunt. She half-moaned half-screamed when the massive unicorn cock penetrated her cervix. It was painful for about three seconds, then it was magical. Her cervix gripped the unicorn shaft like a cock ring and when the horse pulled about three-quarters of the way back out, her cunt flesh slipped out with it, gripping the shaft like a sheath.

    Sophia felt an orgasm building inside of her. Were it not for the magic, this would have been incredibly painful – but this, this was magical. This was amazing. This was unlike anything she had even imagined.

    She was now on all fours with the two unicorns fucking her in perfect sync. Dream was pounding her bottomless throat with his meat, while Arrow was pulling and stretching out her cunt in ways that she would have considered impossible a week ago. Her cunt was so stretched she knew it would never be the same, and she was fine with that. This was her new life. She was a unicorn fantasy girl, she fucked magical horses, and that meant all your holes were used and abused.

    There was just one hole that hadn’t been used yet – the one she wanted most to have a unicorn cock in. She let her eyes wander to the side. Wind was standing next to Charlotte and Harper, just watching quietly, his big pink cock hanging hard and throbbing. She wanted that cock in her ass more than anything. That was really all she wanted. Unicorn cock in her ass.

    Chapter 8

    Sophia felt an orgasm waft through her, at least the fifth since she had started. But she didn’t care. She could have twenty and she would still want more. This was, indeed, magical.

    Suddenly Dream moaned hard and his body stiffened. All at once a huge load of unicorn jizz rocketed down Sophia’s throat. She didn’t even miss a beat, she didn’t pull back, she just rode it. The load was too big for her gullet and shot out around the cock, pouring from her mouth and nose. When her nose filled up she finally had to pull back to breathe. Dream’s cock slipped from her lips and she gasped for air, gulping down some of the unicorn come that was in her mouth, and spitting out the rest. Thick, rose-scented globs of semen ran down her chin, across her big tits, and onto the grass beneath her.

    Meanwhile, Arrow was still demolishing her cunt. By now her cervix was all the way down to the base of his two-foot-long horse cock, so when he pulled out it stretched her cunt out behind her. Sophia moaned and reached back, pressing her flesh against the throbbing horse cock, loving how if felt. She could feel Arrow fighting for control, she knew he was almost there.

    “Finish it,” she said.

    With a massive thrust, the unicorn drove his cock all the way back into Sophia’s demolished hole. She screamed as he went deeper than anything ever should, even his balls slipped into her cunt as his flared cock head pushed the back of her womb deep into her chest. She screamed again, and suddenly she was full of hot, steaming seed from the massive member that was buried far inside her. It overflowed and ran down the inside of her thighs as load after load dumped from Arrow’s cock into Sophia’s wrecked cunt.

    Sophia moaned, then moaned again as Arrow started sliding from her destroyed cunt. Her cervix still gripped his meat and it didn’t want to let go of the flared head of Arrow’s cock. When the head finally popped free, it left her womb hanging out of her cunt over a foot. She reached back and stroked the flesh. It felt amazing.

    She heard, rather than felt, Wind approach her from behind. She closed her eyes.

    “You know this is what I was really waiting for,” Sophia said, through closed eyes behind the hair that was plastered to her face with her sweat and unicorn jizz. “This is what I have been thinking about since that day in the pasture.”

    “I know,” Wind murmured.

    “Just fucking do it already. And don’t be gentle. Get the fuck inside my ass.”

    Wind reared up, tossed his mane, and drove his pulsating, throbbing horse cock into Sophia’s waiting asshole.

    She was braced for agony. She was braced for pain. She was braced for another embarrassing trip to the ER.

    Instead, holy shit, instead it was amazing. The unicorn cock slid effortlessly into her. Six inches, then nine, then a foot, then eighteen inches.

    Then the entire two-foot-and-a-little-bit-more cock that Wind wielded was entirely buried in her asshole and his unicorn balls were pressed hard against her inside-out cunt. Wind gave one additional push and even his balls slipped inside her asshole. He was fully, 100% inside her wrecked asshole and it was fucking amazing.

    She gripped the grass and moaned as he began driving his massive horse cock in and out of her ass. Her flesh held tight to the shaft as it slid out, pulling over a foot outside of her body before being driven hard back inside. Her sphincter was stretched wide and distended out behind her several inches, wrecked and torn, but healing magically as fast as it was ripped. Her once-crinkly asshole was being turned into meat flaps like anal labia, but it was awesome.

    The strength, the power, the force of each stroke was awesome and awe-inspiring. The magic that flowed from that giant horse through his cock and into Sophia’s curvy, hot, mom bod was breathtaking. She had envisioned looking like a girl from a fantasy painting, and as Wind’s cock stroked in and out of her destroyed asshole, she knew she did. This was the hottest thing she had ever done.

    She lifted her shoulders and arched her back, leaving her big tits shaking and jiggling with each stroke. She begged Wind to go deeper, and he did, driving deep, extending his cock as far as he could. His balls were hard against the base of his meat and pounded in and out of her sphincter that now was hanging wide open of its own accord. A large pillow of prolapsed flesh surrounded it, and her ass tissue gripped the massive cock, stretching out over a foot behind her with each herculean stroke.

    She was vaguely aware that her sister and daughter were watching, as were the other unicorns. It made her even hornier. She could see Charlotte had her phone out and was shooting video of Wind’s anal assault on her. She couldn’t wait to see it. Maybe they could make some more money by posting it online. God that would be even hotter.

    Sophia reached back and pulled her cheeks apart as wide as she could. Deeper went the unicorn cock, harder drove Wind.

    God, this was beyond anything she could have dreamed. She tossed her blonde hair, ran her hands down her big mom tits that were bouncing with each stroke, felt her ass shake and quake when Wind’s haunches drove against her.

    Suddenly she felt Wind’s balls tighten, pull up hard against his body. This was it. The moment of truth. With a sound somewhere between a neigh and a moan, Wind shook his mane and quivered.

    Then it happened.

    The massive shot of unicorn come that poured into Sophia’s asshole instantly filled her up then began overflowing out of her yawning sphincter and running down her inside-out cunt. Wind moaned again, but didn’t slow down, still driving his cock into her ass, pounding and pounding even as he shot heavy rope into her bottomless ass. She arched her back again, feeling more hot horse come dumping inside. How many times she had already come she didn’t know, but she definitely came a couple more.

    Finally Wind’s energy began to flag. He slowed down and slipped from her asshole, leaving it inflamed, gaping, and prolapsed several inches. Come flowed out in a unicorn creampie, and she reached back, taking a handful and bringing it up to her mouth. She stood on her knees and was about to say something when she noticed Arrow coming up behind her.

    “If you’re going to join our group, everyone gets a crack at that ass,” he said. Sophia was in no mood to argue. She slipped back down onto all fours and pointed her wrecked ass at Arrow and pulled it open.

    Just like Wind, Arrow drove his cock home in one big thrust. Sophia moaned, screamed, came again. Arrow went to work just as Wind had done, but having already come once, he didn’t last as long. After a dozen strokes, he dumped a fresh load into her, adding to what Wind had left behind, then pulled out.

    Dream was next, but he lasted even shorter, filling her up with more unicorn semen before pulling out of her massively prolapsed ass.

    Sophia looked back over her shoulder. Wind was lining up for a fresh go. She smiled wickedly.

    “You think maybe you can last this time?” she challenged him.

    Wind didn’t say anything. He just snorted and drove into her demolished ass twice as hard as he had the first time.

    Sophia was expecting to regret that last remark, and Wind set out to achieve that goal. As she felt her body quake under his deep, massive thrusts, she knew that it was only the magic that was keeping his pounding from breaking every bone in her body. As it was, it felt like her entire insides were being pulled out of her asshole.

    Wind pounded, pounded, and pounded some more. Sophia closed her eyes and felt like she was drifting in space – the only two living creatures were her and Wind, and all that mattered was the giant horse cock that was driving in and out of her massively wrecked asshole. Time and space slipped away, to be replaced with the feelings of her tits and ass quaking, and that immense meat destroying her body.

    She came, came again, and came over and over. Wind came, and kept coming, his balls pulsating, but still his cock was pure iron and he ripped her asshole up with it. Semen was slipping out of her ass, coating her prolapsed cunt and her thighs. A puddle of unicorn come collected between her legs, soaking the ground and coating her knees with creamy, sticky mud.

    She knew that somewhere, somehow, Wind had to finish. Eventually. But until then, she was riding a wave that was nothing but an eternal string of unending orgasms.

    Without warning, Wind stopped. He looked over at Harper and Charlotte, who were still filming Sophia’s brutal unicorn anal deflowering.

    “More protection magic, I think I feel the powers of old flowing through me. More magic before I give this girl what she really desires.”

    Wind left his throbbing, pulsating cock inside of her, slowly stroking it, as Charlotte and Harper went through the magic ritual an additional time. The burning smell of magic filled the pasture.

    “Are you ready to take a cock the way the ancients did it?” he asked Sophia.

    “What does that mean?” she asked. “I don’t understand.”

    “It means all the way through.”

    “Will the magic protect me?” Sophia queried softly.

    “Yes, there is enough to keep you safe.”

    “Then do it,” Sophia whispered.

    Wind began stroking his cock in and out of her ass again. Once. Twice.

    On the third stroke he said a word in a language she didn’t know. Inside of her his cock grew, expanded, pushed forward. She felt it in her chest, then up around her shoulders, then in the back of her throat.

    Somehow, through some ancestral memory, she knew what to do. She arched her back, threw back her head, and opened her mouth. In one massive thrust, Wind drove his meat completely through Sophia and the big flared head popped free of her lips, extending a foot beyond her mouth.

    Charlotte leapt forward, stretching her asshole and driving it down the big, pulsating twelve inches of cock sticking out of Sophia’s mouth. She slid her ass down until her wrecked sphincter was pressed against her mother’s lips. Somehow Sophia opened her mouth a tad wider and sucked her daughter’s meaty anal ring to her mouth. Charlotte groaned and came.

    Wind gave three final strokes and came in a climactic, crushing orgasm that filled up Charlotte’s ass and squirted out around the cock in Sophia’s mouth, coating her face and tits.

    Charlotte and her mother came simultaneously in one last orgasm, before Wind’s energy gave out and he slipped from their ruined holes.

    Chapter 9

    Sophia and her daughter lay in the grass staring up at the sky, catching their breath. The magic still tingled inside of them, realigning their organs, putting things back in place, healing Sophia’s torn flesh.

    Charlotte rested her head on her mother’s big, firm mom tits.

    “So, the last time we will ask this, are you in, mom?” she asked.

    “Was there any doubt I would join up?” Sophia asked.

    “No, not really.”

    Harper stood over them, lowering the phone she had been using to film.

    “You girls down with being not just unicorn whores, but Internet unicorn whores?”

    “Totally.”

    “You bet.”

    “Sweet, I’ll get some accounts on the socials set up tomorrow.”

    Wind moved over to stand next to Sophia and cleared his throat.

    “So, what was that crap I heard about me lasting?”

    Sophia laughed. “I just wanted to challenge you.” She reached out and ran her hand along his belly to his now-soft cock. She gave it a stroke and squeezed it, seemingly trying to get it hard again.

    Wind’s eyes got wide.

    “Seriously, Sophia?” he said. “Haven’t you had enough?”

    Sophia rolled over onto all fours and pointed her asshole at Wind.

    “You guys have been teasing and torturing me for almost a week. I am not ready to give in. I thought one of the benefits of working here was all the unicorn cock I could take, right?”

    “Well, yeah,” Harper said. “But there are limits…”

    “You never said anything about limits.”

    “Jesus Christ, mom,” added Charlotte. “You’re a fucking semen demon.”

    An uncomfortable pause filled the air, then Wind spoke up.

    “Limits? What limits?”

    With that, Wind drove his now-erect, magical, immense horse cock back into Sophia’s destroyed, gaping sphincter.

    (And they lived happily ever after).

    FIN


  • Growing the Family Tree

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    My wife and I want to have a baby with both of us as mothers. Will my big brother help us grow our family tree?

    “Hey, welcome, welcome!” I greeted my half brother and his wife.

    As Henry and Viviana stepped through the door to our apartment, I took Viv’s light wrap and I hugged them both. Close behind me, my wife, Ivory, also embraced our guests, even pecking a quick kiss on their cheeks.

    “Woah, Faye,” Henry exclaimed, looking us both over, “I thought Viv was making us overdress just for going over to my little sister’s for dinner, but you two are making me feel like a hobo.”

    I blushed and preened at the quick, honest compliment. Henry was actually in a nice dress shirt and slacks, and his wife was wearing a lovely multi-layered blue dress that suited her blonde hair beautifully, but my brother wasn’t lying about me and my wife. I was wrapped in a sleek black evening gown designed to look simple, but it hugged me in all the right places and had a slit up one side all the way to my waist.

    Ivory was even more stunning in a fiery red dress that had cleavage so deep and wide that it barely covered her areolas and left essentially every inch of that magnificent valley between them exposed. Topping it all off, she had on the double-heart pendant I’d given her for our last anniversary on a long-enough silver chain that it pulled your eye into her bare cleavage every time you looked at her.

    “Thanks, bro,” I said, suddenly feeling a little shy. “We don’t really get out that much these days, so for us, having you two over counts as a real party.”

    My brother and sister-in-law laughed indulgently at my awkward joke.

    “Dinner just came out of the oven,” smiled my better half, “so I’ll have it on the table in a few minutes. Why don’t you go ahead and take your seats and help Faye open the wine.”

    “Yes, ma’am,” Henry grinned.

    I smiled to myself when I saw his eyes drawn to Ivory’s chest as he answered. I doubt Viviana noticed, though, because she seemed to be equally distracted by my wife’s derriere retreating to the kitchen.

    “Henry is right, dear,” Viviana said to me, licking her lips, “you two do look quite hot this evening. I don’t know how Ivory can cook a nice meal and still look flawless like that.”

    “Thanks.” I whispered conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Henry to hear, “You know, we didn’t put on our dresses until the messiest parts of the cooking were done, so that helped.”

    “Right, sure,” nodded my brother, “you just wear something else until you get everything in the oven and whatnot.”

    “Ivory and I are married and live alone.” I turned up my nose at him and led the way to the dining room. “Who said anything about wearing something else?”

    The way he blushed at that made me grin.

    Viviana chimed in, “Ah, yes, dear. It’s just like last month when we made those pancakes, and you decided to use the syrup on my–“

    “Yes, I get it,” interrupted Henry. “You don’t need to tell my sister about that.”

    I had a twinkle in my eye when I held out the moderately priced bottle of red wine and a corkscrew to my brother.

    “You know,” I said, conversationally, “Ivory and I have found that the sorts of syrup made to go on ice cream also work well for that. One time, she used chocolate and I used caramel, then we had lots of fun mixing them.”

    Henry nearly stabbed his hand as the corkscrew slipped out of place.

    “Thanks for the tip,” smiled Viviana. “I’ll make sure to put those on my shopping list.”

    “What are we talking about?” asked Ivory, coming in with bowls loaded with breadsticks and salad.

    I’m sure she could easily hear us from the adjacent kitchen, but I filled her in, anyway.

    “Henry was just asking what you and I were wearing while cooking dinner. Apparently Viv also goes nude sometimes when cooking, so we were swapping stories about syrup.”

    My brother made an exasperated groan, then yanked the cork out of the bottle with a violent pop.

    “Wonderful,” Ivory intoned, putting a hand on Henry’s arm. “You’ve been a big help, Henry. Sometimes I think we could really use a man around here.”

    “No problem,” he mumbled, obviously avoiding looking at her expansive cleavage. “Glad to do it.”

    We’re probably putting it on a bit thick, I mused, but things are going remarkably well so far.

    As Ivory went back for the rest of the food, I poured us each a full glass of the wine and we took our seats around the table. After Ivory deposited a steaming dish of homemade lasagna in the center of the table, we began the meal.

    We continued to banter lightly over the salad and main course.

    “This is fantastic!” remarked Henry, wolfing down the lasagna. “Viv, you’ve got to get the recipe before we go.”

    “Why thank you,” purred Ivory. “It’s just one of the many wonderful things I got from my mother, you know. I’d be happy to share my family treasures with you guys. We are family, after all.”

    “And don’t forget to save room for dessert,” I chimed in, with a grin. “My wife has a lot more to offer than the world’s best lasagna.”

    “Mmm, yes, I can hardly wait,” said Viviana, looking hungrily at Ivory.

    “You guys didn’t need to go to all this trouble just for us,” Henry said, the next time his mouth was empty.

    “Oh, it was our pleasure,” Ivory assured him. “Faye and I always enjoy having you come over.”

    My half brother’s wine glass was looking a bit low, so I got up and filled both his and my glass back up.

    “Thanks,” he muttered.

    When my brother had had enough lasagna to satisfy him, the rest of us were still working on ours, so he sat back and looked around. When his eyes strayed to my wife’s chest, Ivory chose that moment to slowly wipe up some sauce from her plate with a breadstick. She then carefully licked the red sauce from it and dipped it back in the remnants on her plate. With a subtle glance at Henry to see that he was still watching, she stuck the end of the breadstick well into her mouth and very slowly pulled it out clean before taking a delicate bite from the tip.

    Henry blinked a few times and turned away.

    “See anything you’d like more of, big bro?” I asked, innocently.

    “Uh, no. I’m good,” he answered.

    We chatted cheerfully until the rest of us had finished our own portions. Seeing that we were done, I got up and got the dessert from the kitchen.

    “Double chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream,” I announced, as I set them smoothly on the table.

    “Wow, you guys,” exclaimed Henry. “This is just too much.”

    “Nonsense,” Ivory said. “It’s just another dish I got from my mother.”

    When I came back with the dessert plates and clean forks, I also deposited bottles of chocolate and caramel syrup next to the ice cream. Henry glanced sharply at me, but didn’t comment.

    “Ah, good,” Ivory said, “I thought maybe we’d used up all the toppings the other day.”

    “Happily, we still have some,” I smiled.

    I cut a slice of the cake and put it on a plate.

    “So, big bro, would you like one scoop or two? There’s no need to hold back here.”

    “Oh, I think I’d better stick to one. I’m not sure I can handle two.”

    “I think you underestimate yourself,” I pouted, as I deposited a small white mound of ice cream on the plate.

    Vivivana said, “Quite so. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if you could handle three without issue, dear.”

    “I say let the man have whatever he wants,” commented Ivory, idly playing with the pendent between her own pale white mounds.

    “Right.” Henry jerked his eyes up to her face, then smiled at me. “I guess I’ll take two scoops after all.”

    I grinned and put a twin mound next to the first and offered my brother the plate.

    “Aren’t you forgetting the toppings?” mused Viviana.

    “I’m sure my brother doesn’t need any help to squirt plenty of rich decoration on a lovely white pair like these,” I answered.

    I made sure to lean over in front of him slightly as I pointedly set the bottles of syrup in front of him. I spotted his eyes briefly flick over to my chest before locking on the bottles he had just heard stories about.

    “Uh, thanks, Faye,” Henry said, contemplating for a moment before hesitantly picking up the caramel.

    I carved out small slices of cake and some ice cream for each of the rest of us, then took my seat again.

    After I finished my dessert, I got back up.

    “Care for some more wine, big bro?” I inquired charmingly, hovering next to him with the bottle.

    “No, thanks. I think I’ve had enough for now,” Henry said.

    “Go on, honey,” Viviana encouraged him, patting his hand. “I can be our designated driver, if you’re worried about getting tipsy.”

    Viviana and I looked at him expectantly. He glanced at Ivory, but she just smiled at him and slowly licked some chocolate frosting off her fork.

    “Fine,” he sighed, and held up his nearly empty glass.

    I poured until it was well past halfway before he had me stop. I topped up my own glass before taking my seat again, sensing that I would need the courage soon. After he saw that I was back in my seat across the table from him, my brother looked at me and asked the question which must have been building in his mind all evening.

    “You’ve invited me and Viv over; you’re all dressed up like this is a fancy date; you fed us some of Ivory’s amazing homemade lasagna and chocolate cake, and then you keep waiting on me hand and foot. You’re up to something,” he accused me, calmly. “And all of you are clearly in on it, too. I know I don’t always pick up on this stuff as fast as some people, but even to me, it’s pretty obvious that you guys have been acting odd all evening.”

    Ha! By ‘odd,’ you mean the way we’ve been practically throwing you at Ivory? but I kept the thought to myself.

    Ivory reached over and took my hand before I answered him.

    “Henry, we have a favor to ask. It’s kind of a big one, and there honestly isn’t anyone else in the world I would even consider asking.”

    I paused to let that sink in while I gathered my thoughts.

    “You’ve always been there for me,” I continued. “You looked out for your bastard half sister all through school, even though you could have just ignored me, or even been mean to me.”

    Henry frowned sharply when I called myself the B-word. He had beat up a few of the other kids for calling me that in ninth grade. Also, he hated it whenever I pointed out the fissure in our joint family tree, formed by our dad having an affair with my mom shortly before Henry was born.

    I didn’t pause to let him interrupt me. “And you supported me more than anyone when I came out. Far more than Mom, anyway. You even walked me down the aisle and gave me away when I married the girl of my dreams.”

    Ivory squeezed my hand. Henry nodded and patiently waited for me to continue.

    “So now, Ivory and I have talked about this a lot, and we’ve decided that we’d really like to start a family.”

    “We want to have a baby!” interjected my wife.

    “Wow, that’s great! So, I’m going to be an uncle, huh?” grinned Henry. “You two will make great moms, I’m sure! Of course, Viv and I will support you and help out. You know you don’t need to hesitate to ask if there is anything we can do.”

    “Well,” Ivory said, amused, “we could probably use a hand converting the office into a nursery, but that’s not the favor Faye mentioned. There’s actually something else we need, if you don’t mind.”

    “Of course,” he asserted, “just name it.”

    I gave him a nervous smile. “Maybe don’t promise until you know the details. So, you know that science hasn’t exactly figured out how to have lesbian couples make babies on our own.” Deep breath, “So, what we need is sperm. To be specific, we’d like our baby to be as close to both of ours as possible, genetically, which means we need it to come from a close male relative. Obviously, that means either you or Dad, and…”

    Even if I thought our dad would cooperate, I would rather pick literally anyone else in the world than him for this. These three people sitting in my apartment, plus my mom, were the only ones I’d ever told the full reason why I had such a strong reason to feel that way about him, so there was no need for me to finish that sentence here.

    Henry nodded and softly said, “Right, of course,” but he was clearly still taking in what I was asking of him.

    Ivory had some points to say, too. “I’ve dreamed of having lots of adorable babies ever since I was little. When I agreed to marry Faye, the only reason I had to doubt that move even a tiny amount was that I assumed that it meant giving up on that dream. Of course, we also have the option of adopting, which is most likely what we’ll do if you don’t agree to help, but Faye and I would really like to have our own children.”

    Henry nodded at all of that, then looked at his wife.

    “Yes, absolutely no objections from me, dear,” she affirmed. “The three of us already talked this whole thing through and I’m all for it.”

    Well, I thought, we might not quite have talked through all of it, Viv.

    Henry thought for a tense minute, then smiled warmly at Ivory and me.

    “Alright, then. Yes,” he declared. “I’d be honored to help you two make a baby. It’s not like I would need to do the hard part, anyway. I guess I just need to, you know, donate some sperm and then you guys take it to a doctor for, what do you call it, in vitro fertilization?”

    I grimaced slightly and Ivory looked pensive.

    “No, not quite,” I said.

    “It turns out that that procedure is kind of expensive,” Ivory explained. “Kind of –as much as a new car– expensive. So, we were thinking of doing this the…old-fashioned way.”

    I added, “Ivory and Viv tell me that it’s easy, and even fun, with the right guy. And, I actually don’t mind Ivory doing that, as long as it’s with you. But only if it’s you, Henry.” I whispered pleadingly, “Which is why there isn’t anyone else who could help us.”

    In the silence that followed that, my brother looked each of us in the eye to see if we really all wanted him to have sex with my wife.

    “Yes, dear,” Viviana assured him when it was her turn. “I already said I knew all about it and approved.”

    Please say yes, I pleaded with my eyes when he looked at me. We need you.

    “You know I am absotively head over heels in love with your fabulous sister,” stated Ivory with a twinkle in her eye, “but don’t imagine that I’ve been subtly seducing you all dinner because I’m opposed to this plan.”

    “Subtly?” Viviana scoffed quietly. “Doll, you basically gave your breadstick a blowjob while looking right at him. And that gown is a come-fuck-me dress if I’ve ever seen one.”

    Ivory puffed out her chest, emphasizing the seductive outfit and looked at Viviana challengingly. “Who says this dress wasn’t aimed at you, honey? I’ve known this little number to work on women, too. Faye couldn’t keep her hands off me the first time I put it on.”

    Our sister-in-law looked away, flustered. Henry cleared his throat.

    “Yes, well then,” he said, with slightly forced cheerfulness. “Getting back to the baby– I guess if we all agree, then there’s no reason I can’t help you out.”

    Viviana smiled knowingly at that, but I still looked pensive.

    Henry frowned. “There’s more?”

    I took a big gulp of my wine, then looked squarely at my brother.

    I began on the tricky part. “There’s a condition. I don’t ever want to feel like this was a baby that you and Ivory had on your own, but instead, our child needs to be as close to being mine as possible, too. If we could, we would obviously choose to create this baby by me and Ivory fucking on our own, but of course that isn’t an option. Still, I really feel like I need to be a part of this, not just a bystander. Which is why I need to be there; not just in the room, but in the bed. I want to be having sex with my wife when she conceives our child.”

    Henry looked at me strangely for a moment, then looked away embarrassed. He nervously looked back at me and Ivory.

    “I’m not…uh, I mean, how would that work? With both of us…all of us…at once? Logistically, er, anatomically…” he floundered.

    Ivory calmly picked up the explanation, not quite hiding her amusement at his naivety.

    “There are quite a few ways for three or more people to have sex.” She winked, “Not to over-share, but we actually have some experience along those lines already, just not with a man. I would be more than happy to describe a few of the very interesting positions we thought we might use with you, but I think the question here is: you and Faye are going to have to get into some quite intimate positions, so are you still okay with this?”

    I couldn’t meet his gaze when I whispered, “I’m okay with it. This was my idea, after all.”

    To his side, Viviana nodded vigorously. “Yes,” she voted, before even being consulted.

    Henry sat back and blew out a long, slow breath. “I can certainly understand where you’re coming from, sis. Fuck it. Yeah, alright, then. We can…all do this together. To make a baby. For the two of you.”

    “I knew we could convince you,” said his wife, triumphantly.

    “There is one more little detail,” Ivory grinned. “Viv should be there, too.”

    I looked anxiously at my half brother. “We wouldn’t want any hint that this is happening behind her back. That…does bad things to a family. And I know she won’t mind seeing Ivory and me together.”

    Viviana’s expression went through several tiny changes in rapid succession before settling into a smile.

    “Yes, naturally, I’ll be there,” she rushed out. “I’m glad I get to witness this important moment in our family history. Plus, it sounds like it’s going to be really hot.”

    Henry looked at her questioningly.

    “Hey, I know, how about a toast,” blurted Viv, holding up her glass.

    “Here, here,” cheered Ivory.

    I picked up my glass so fast that I almost spilled it. Henry chuckled and followed suit.

    “To growing the family tree,” said Viviana.

    “To the family tree,” I responded.

    After we all had taken a generous drink, my brother was the first to speak.

    “So,” he inquired, “when were you thinking of, uh, starting to try for a baby?”

    “Tonight,” purred Ivory, batting her eyelashes at him.

    Henry nearly fell out of his chair.

    “We’ve been planning this very carefully and this is the ideal time for her,” I smirked. “Besides, just look at her– there’s no time like the present to get it on with my sexy wife.”

    I leaned over and gave my wife a showy French kiss. My still flustered brother momentarily looked away from such blatantly sensual displays of affection, but then looked back, realizing that this was for his benefit. Moving gracefully, I slid over and sat in Ivory’s lap, making sure Henry had a good view when we kissed again. Although I was trying to appear calm on the outside, my heart was pounding already.

    Meanwhile, Viviana leaned over and reached into her husband’s lap. I assumed she was helping him get in the right mood, but a moment later she held up his keys.

    “I’ll be back in a second,” she said, getting up. “Don’t start without me, now.”

    Ivory kissed my neck while I watched Viv’s swaying hips as she left our apartment.

    “Isn’t this moving a bit fast?” asked Henry, after the door closed.

    “No, I don’t think so,” I murmured, running my hand over my wife’s breast. “Like I said, this is the ideal time, so if we don’t start now, we’ll have to wait a whole month for the next good time.”

    I noticed that his eyes didn’t waver from where I was caressing my voluptuous wife, so I wasn’t worried about him backing out at this point. Ivory treated us with a cute little moan when I slipped my hand in and tweaked her nipple under her dress.

    Slightly out of breath, Viviana bustled back in carrying her gym bag.

    “Okay,” she chirped, “I got our overnight bag from where I hid it in the trunk, so we’re ready. Let’s get this started, shall we?”

    “You guys really have planned this all out, haven’t you?” mused Henry.

    “Yep,” said Viv.

    She took his hand and pulled him to his feet, so I got off Ivory’s lap and led the way to our bedroom. Both Ivory and I had chosen gowns which were open at the back and hugged our asses, so I was pleased to glance back and see my brother admiring the view along the short hallway to the bedrooms.

    Standing next to our king-sized bed, I embraced my wife and started undoing the thin straps holding her dress together from the back, while Viviana tossed their bag in the corner. Once I was sure all the attention was back on me and my wife, I kissed my way down Ivory’s body, starting on the corner of her jaw and working down her neck and over her clavicle. Meanwhile, my hands slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders, but I deftly kept tension on them so that her dress wouldn’t slip down just yet. After planting a kiss on the pendant deep in her cleavage, I shifted back so Henry and Viv could watch as I slowly lowered Ivory’s dress, fully revealing her wonderful breasts.

    Viviana cooed softly when my wife’s soft D-cup globes came into view, and repeated the sound a few notes lower when I pulled down the red dress the rest of the way, leaving Ivory just wearing heels, lacy black panties, and some jewelry. I kept an eye on Henry’s reaction, and true to his wife’s predictions, he took in Ivory’s whole body, but his attention was clearly being drawn to her breasts the most.

    After giving them a moment to admire her body, Ivory wrapped her arms around me and planted a slow, gentle kiss on my lips. While we kissed, I could feel her hands on my back, where my half brother and sister-in-law could see her pulling down the short zipper on the small of my back. When my wife let go, I reached up and untied the bow on my left shoulder, then Ivory smirked and grasped the bow on my right. Ivory pulled the last string holding up my dress very slowly, drawing out the moment. When the knot came undone, she let go and allowed the black satin to flow to the floor all at once.

    Shyly, I looked over my shoulder, then turned slowly, allowing Henry to see me wearing nothing but some sheer red panties and my tallest stilettos. It felt like my heart was pounding on my ribs like a drum, but I know I was grinning like an idiot, too. Ivory and I stood tall, facing our guests, one hand loosely on each other’s far hip, waiting for a reaction.

    “Damn,” Henry whispered.

    He seemed to suddenly remember his wife, but a glance her way showed that she was eyeing the two of us like we were a couple strawberries dipped in chocolate. With my dark hair and the way it felt like I was blushing, I probably resembled that sensual treat.

    Ivory beamed, “I think he’s actually drooling over us, dear.”

    Slowly, Ivory and I approached Henry and got up close enough so that our breasts brushed against his arms. She and I shared another kiss right in front of my brother, then we turned our attention to him. I cautiously placed a hand on one of his pecs, before starting to unbutton his shirt, starting at the top. Ivory reached down, unfastening his belt and then his slacks. After I got his shirt off, I helped him steady himself as he stepped out of his pants. Then Ivory knelt and also helped pull off his shoes.

    I’d probably seen my half brother shirtless at some point before, but certainly never from so close, and definitely never when I was also naked. Henry was far from a body builder, but he clearly worked out, given the defined muscles on his arms and shoulders. I found myself eager to see more, so I knelt down and put one hand on the side of his boxers at the same time that Ivory did on the other side. When his cock sprang free, I stared at it in fascination.

    I guess I had kind of assumed that it would look just like the flesh-toned dildo my second girlfriend had owned, but it was quite different. It was about the same size as the dildo, but the skin had a lot more variation in color and texture, and, of course, right behind it was his ball sack. The way his dick curved down slightly and the way it had moved, I guessed that it was probably about as hard as the rubber phallus had been. All in all, I thought the whole thing looked pretty weird to be a real part of someone’s body, but I knew better than to say so. I fought the urge to touch it to find out how it actually felt.

    Ivory stroked it a few times and to my surprise, it straightened a bit, pointing more upward and getting slightly bigger. When my wife moved over to coax Viv out of her dress, I stayed behind studying my brother’s dick. Looking at his face to see if he would object, I slowly reached up and wrapped my hand around it like Ivory had done. It seemed to jump when I made contact, startling me, but I didn’t back off. At first, I kept my touch feather light, but then I carefully put enough pressure on it to sense its texture. When I tried imitating the stroking motion Ivory had used, I marveled at the way it was paradoxically somehow both hard and soft, and slid in a way that was sort of slippery, but not at all slick on the surface.

    I was starting to really get into feeling it, when Henry grunted.

    “Hn, Faye, you’d better stop.”

    I jerked my hand away in alarm. “Oh, I’m sorry! Was I doing it wrong? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

    He actually laughed. “No, you didn’t hurt me– quite the opposite. If you’d kept going, I’m not sure I would be able to hold off until I can get it where you need me to put it.”

    I blushed, but was pleased that I’d done a satisfactory job touching him. My satisfaction was slightly undercut by Viviana’s next words.

    “Sorry, but I’ve been having ‘headaches’ all week whenever Henry got in the mood. Then, I spent the whole day today teasing him as much as I could get away with without making him pin me down and take me on the spot. I wanted to be sure he was good and ready for tonight,” she smirked.

    Viviana’s dress had joined the others on the floor. She was still wearing a bra and stockings, but I decided we needed to speed up our journey to the main event, so I turned my lust-filled gaze on my wife.

    I took her hand and gently pulled her away from our sister-in-law and sat her on the edge of our bed. Then I kissed my way from her erect nipples, down her belly to her hip, while I pulled down her panties. Next, I pulled off her high heels while she shamelessly spread her legs for my brother’s eyes. After I shimmied down my own panties, Viv came up and helped me also lose my pointy-heeled shoes, while I peppered kisses around my wife’s beloved pussy, which my half brother was about to fuck.

    Ivory and I scooted up the bed, trading kisses along the way. When our heads reached the piles of pillows, we looked back at Henry.

    “Well, get in here, stud,” invited Ivory.

    Viv put a hand on her husband’s shoulder and kissed him, then bent down and put a wet kiss on the tip of his dick before moving out of his way. Henry climbed on the bed and Viviana took a seat on the chair we kept in front of our vanity.

    “So, how do you want to do this?” asked my brother.

    “I think we should start simple,” I opined. “If you don’t mind looking at your sister’s body, I’ll sit on Ivory’s face while you…get to work on knocking her up.”

    I blushed at my own boldness, but Henry wasn’t put off by the suggestion.

    “Yes, ma’am!” he grinned. “You’re both gorgeous. I don’t mind looking at you at all. Either of you.”

    I sat next to my wife’s head long enough for us all to watch Henry put in the tip of his dick, then I swung my leg over and straddled her, facing the action on her other end. Henry started slow, but he pushed in a little deeper with each stroke. Ivory moaned into my cunt, but wasn’t satisfied and thrust back into him, encouraging him to go faster. Once Henry took the hint, and increased the force and speed of his movements, my wife started putting her tongue to work on my familiar folds and nub.

    “Ah, yes, baby,” I moaned. “That’s it. Eat me out while my big brother fucks you.”

    I heard a moan come from Viviana’s direction, so I looked over and saw that she was rubbing her cunt through her stockings. I winked at her and moaned again, myself.

    I could feel the impact of each of Henry’s thrusts through Ivory’s body and I loved the way it made her boobs jiggle slightly. Henry seemed to be watching them too, so I reached between my legs and started rolling Ivory’s nipples between my fingers, making sure to let them continue bouncing. My wife always liked it when I got rough with her tits, so she rewarded me by increasing her efforts between my legs. She had her hands on my thighs, as she often did in this position, to guide me on when to give her a bit of space to breathe; although this time, she also needed the leverage to keep from getting pushed too far out of place by what Henry was doing to her.

    Henry’s face began to get screwed-up in concentration, so I thought he might be getting close to cumming. I decided to cheer him on, although Ivory was doing that thing I love with her tongue, which was a bit distracting.

    “That’s it, big bro, give it to her! Uhn… Pump deep into my sexy wife and plant your seed. Yes, baby, like that! She’s so fertile right now, you’re going to get her pregnant for sure! Make our baby in her! Yess!!”

    Much to my surprise, I was the first one of us to cum. I threw my head back and humped my wife’s face in time to the quiver of Henry’s thrusts.

    When I stopped seeing stars, I found that Henry was still going and Ivory was moaning into my cunt, sending vibrations into my still tingling pussy. I shifted to let her stimulate me from a different angle, but I didn’t get off her face.

    I’m staying right here until he cums, I reminded myself. This is happening between all three of us.

    Viv appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the show, but I was too busy thinking about Henry and Ivory to pay much attention to her. He was clearly all the way inside Ivory on each stroke, but I wanted to know how that felt to her, so I leaned over and slid one hand over her mons. When my ring finger found my wife’s clit, my brother’s pubic bone crushed my finger into her on each of his strokes, which assured me that Ivory was definitely getting plenty of stimulation on that end.

    After retrieving my hand, I got back to work on Ivory’s boobs, but this time, I didn’t limit myself to her nipples. I worked my fingers in and massaged them the way she liked it when things were getting intense in bed, which they most certainly were then. I also resumed cheering on my brother.

    “Come on, big bro! Look at my sexy wife; she’s loving having your big, hard dick deep inside her. Now hurry up and give her all you’ve got, bro! Fill her up with your sperm!”

    He was grunting noticeably with each thrust, and I continued trying to talk him into finishing until I felt and saw the telltale signs of Ivory’s orgasm. She had basically stopped eating me out, but she still shoved her face into me and screamed her ecstasy into my pussy.

    She was still bucking a little erratically a minute later when Henry pushed in deeply and then stopped. For a moment, I was confused at why he had stopped before I realized that he was cumming.

    “Yes, that’s it!” I called out. “You’re doing it, aren’t you, big bro? You’re cumming in my wife’s unprotected pussy!”

    When he relaxed and started to pull out, I stopped him and climbed off Ivory’s face. They were both panting when I scooped up one of our many pillows and sat next to Henry.

    “Okay, Henry,” I said, “now you can pull out.”

    Once he was clear, I helped Ivory lift her hips and I slid the pillow in, under her ass. Henry leaned back on his elbows along the foot of the bed.

    Henry looked at me quizzically. “What’s that about?”

    I grinned. “The internet says this will help all your little swimmers find their way in instead of out. It’s a fertility trick.”

    He chuckled and sat back to look around. Viviana had pulled down her stockings and was unabashedly rubbing her clit, but I was more interested in my brother’s wilting dick and the dribble of white cream coming out of my wife’s slowly pulsing opening.

    “Hey, Henry,” I inquired, “were you waiting for Ivory to cum before you? I kind of thought guys always did more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type of thing.”

    My brother grinned a little sheepishly. “Well, yeah, of course I was.”

    “He’s always like that,” spoke up Viviana. “I’m pretty sure he’s made me cum before him just about every time we’ve fucked. He’s a real gentleman, my Henry. There are plenty of other guys who take good care of their women in bed, but I hooked the best one of them all,” she bragged.

    “Amen, sister,” exalted Ivory. “That was great!”

    I looked at my brother with open admiration. “Well, I’m no expert on men, but you’ll certainly never hear me dispute that my big brother is the best.”

    I tended to think that all men were pigs, with my brother being the clear and only exception. Henry looked positively bashful at our lavish praise.

    I peered down at his dick again. It looked smaller again, more like what it was like when I first saw it.

    “Another tip I read on the internet,” I said, “was that it usually takes more than one try to get pregnant. Apparently, the more times you cum, the greater the odds of it working.” I looked up at my brother’s face, “So, make it hard again; we need more cum in my wife, pronto.”

    Henry sighed and Viviana laughed.

    “I don’t control it like that, Faye,” he explained. “And I can’t just immediately go again so soon after cumming. You’re going to have to be patient.”

    “Oh, yeah, sorry,” I blushed. “I knew that.”

    Viv came over and sat on the edge of the bed by Ivory’s legs.

    “He says that,” she mused, “but he’s actually not all the way soft. With a bit of coaxing, we can get little Henry ready for duty again in no time.”

    She cupped his dick in her hand and bent down and stuffed most of it in her mouth. After sucking off most of the juices coating it, she curled her fingers around it, holding it so it was basically straight again. She rubbed her fingers along it, while sucking on the tip for a minute.

    After pulling her head up until the tip came out, she looked up at me and moved one of her hands away. I smiled nervously, but didn’t hesitate to reach out and put my hand where hers had been.

    Over the next couple minutes, my sister-in-law taught me the basics of how to get a man hard. I watched very closely on all the oral parts, like how she swirled her tongue around and licked the underside of the tip, but I limited my involvement to stroking his shaft and such. Much quicker than Henry had led me to believe, he was rock hard again.

    “This little soldier is ready to go back into the trenches,” Viviana declared, giving his dick another parting kiss.

    “I’d say there isn’t anything ‘little’ about that soldier,” commented Ivory.

    I grabbed Viviana’s hand when she got up to leave the bed.

    “Don’t go, Viv,” I smiled at her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to see much better from up close. If you come over to this side of the bed, you can even get involved. Your delicious kisses would help knock this little party up a notch.”

    “Yeah, join us, Viv,” implored Ivory.

    I leaned in and kissed my sister-in-law lightly on the lips.

    “Oh, all right,” she whispered.

    Henry looked at us both in confusion, as his wife went around and settled in behind me.

    “Faye,” he inquired, “how do you know what my wife’s kisses are like?”

    I looked at his wife. “Viviana,” I prompted.

    She was obviously embarrassed, but didn’t look away. “Because she’s kissed me before. They both have. And…well, we’ve done a lot more than kiss.”

    Henry raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to explain what exactly you mean by that, Viv.”

    Viviana pressed her lips together before saying, “It was the night of my bachelorette party. I was, well, intrigued by what the two of them had together, and in one of the party games, they admitted that they’ve tried having a threesome with another woman. Then, I was kind of wondering what that was like, so I asked them if they would spend the night with me. It was my last chance to find out for sure that I didn’t actually like girls before I got married. I’m sorry I never told you.”

    Henry’s expression didn’t really change much for a moment.

    “So,” he reflected, “I guess you confirmed that you like guys. Otherwise you wouldn’t have married me.”

    Viviana cringed.

    “Actually,” she whispered, “I found out that I like both. I had a bit of a panic the next morning because that night had basically shattered what I thought I knew about my sexuality.”

    “Fortunately,” interjected Ivory, “Faye and I were there to talk her through it. It was a big thing to have to figure out about yourself on such an important day of your life, but we helped her to sort out her true feelings and follow her heart.”

    Viviana looked earnestly at her husband. “I married you because I love you with all my heart and as earth shattering as it was to find out that I was more than just curious about sex with women, I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” She smirked and glanced at me, “Also, it helped that your adoring sister had so many passionate, positive things to say about you. I’ve never heard such things from the lips of someone who wasn’t in love.”

    I think my face turned a new shade of crimson, and I looked at my wife for support.

    “I wasn’t that…” I trailed off when I saw Ivory silently laughing. “Oh, come on guys! It was a serious moment, and I wasn’t about to let a wonderful girl like Viv break my big brother’s heart over a silly misunderstanding. That kind of thing only happens in sitcoms.”

    Ivory snickered and Viv wasn’t hiding her amusement either. Henry cleared his throat.

    “Yes,” he said, dryly, “it’s reassuring to hear that your love for me conquered everything else, dear. And I’m glad you finally told me all this. So, I trust that was the last time?”

    “Oh, yes, honey.” Viviana quickly got serious again. “I would never do anything like that behind your back now that we’re married. I didn’t really think it was going to go that far that night, and then afterwards, I just couldn’t figure out how to work up to telling you that I’d slept with your sister. Can you forgive me?”

    “Yes,” he sighed. “I forgive you.”

    My brother looked at me, then looked away, embarrassed.

    “Sooo,” drawled Ivory, “not to be pushy, but does this mean that you’re cool with us playing with Viviana tonight? Judging from the fact that your dick hasn’t lost one iota of its rigidity, I’m guessing that the thought of seeing your wife getting intimate with another woman, or two, is something you’d like to see.”

    He looked back at my wife and found that she had pulled me close and had cupped one of my breasts in her hand and was kissing it from the side. Henry shook his head, as if to clear it.

    “Yeah,” he conceded, “Viv, Ivory, Faye: I admit that I would like to see you together. But right now, I think we’re supposed to be working on making that baby. I’d say I’m ready to go again if you are.”

    “Oh, I’m ready,” Ivory smiled. “But, I think Faye wanted a different position for round two.”

    I bit my lip anxiously, looking at my brother. “Umm, yes. I was thinking of something that made it feel more like it was my dick knocking up my wife. Ivory will stay like she is, and you do pretty much the same as last time, but I’ll be lying directly on top of her in something like a missionary position. It’s going to put us a lot closer together though, bro.”

    I carefully got on top of my wife, putting myself hip to hip and tit to tit with her to show what I meant. I pushed up Ivory’s legs with my knees, giving my brother plenty of room to get right up against both of us. I glanced back at Henry to see what he thought of this.

    “That’s…a lot more contact for us,” he remarked, looking between my legs. He smiled, “But, yeah, sure, I see what you want.”

    Oh dear god, where exactly is he looking? I blushed.

    I kissed my wife, relieved that at the very least, he didn’t seem to be put off by the idea of touching me more. Viviana scooted closer to us, too, still wearing that same expression of gently smoldering lust she’d had when we arrived in the bedroom.

    Once I felt both of Henry’s legs make contact with mine, I looked back and shifted most of my weight to my left arm. When his dick got close, I reached back and grasped it with my right hand.

    “Allow me, dear brother,” I said.

    Even though he could certainly see what I was doing better than I could, I took the liberty of guiding his cock towards my wife’s pussy. It might have brushed against my own slippery entrance once on the way– to get my bearings– but I soon had him lined up on target. He pushed in until I realized that my hand was only in the way, so I released him.

    When I turned back to kiss my wife, she had a rather amused expression on her face. I tried to press the smirk off her mouth with my own soft lips, but it just sprang back to the same crooked curve the first couple times. Finally, when I felt Henry’s hips press into my ass, suggesting that he was nearing the bottom of Ivory’s depths, her mirth transformed into something more like fulfilled lust. I ground my nipples into hers happily.

    Henry seemed to be finding his rhythm, so shifted my body to try to line up my clit with Ivory’s. I was hoping that I could get us both off by rubbing them together while he fucked her, but instead, I found myself fixating on feeling part of my brother’s shaft gliding over my vulva on the way in and out of her. Almost without meaning to, I moved a bit lower, strengthening the contact with his manhood.

    Henry had to feel me too, but a glance back showed desire on his face, not disgust. Gleefully, I concentrated on his movement and started to move my hips along with his. Soon, we synced up, creating the sense that I was the one thrusting into Ivory’s welcoming pussy. I’d felt something a bit like this before, but this time rather than an artificial plastic strap-on, I was effectively wielding the real thing, armed with potent baby-making sperm.

    “Do you feel that?” I asked Ivory. “Does it feel like I’m fucking you as a man?”

    She started to laugh, but quickly moaned. “Sure, honey, ‘you’ feel great. A big, hard cock, round soft tits, and delectable, sexy lips. You’re the whole fucking package now, babe.”

    Okay, maybe it wasn’t as convincing as I’d hoped, I admitted internally. But, at least it’s just as hot as I imagined. Or hotter.

    I didn’t let my wife’s teasing get to me, I kept up the humping and bent down to suck one of her teats into my mouth. As it always was when she was turned on, Ivory’s nipple was a tough little nub suspended on a soft, rubbery cushion. I worked on it gently with my teeth and lips making her moan in delight. Well, Henry’s cock might have helped create those moans, too, but that was fine with me. Between moans, Ivory started on the dirty talk.

    “That’s it baby, fuck me with your big, hard man-cock. Put it deep inside me. I love how much you’re filling me up. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Pump that baby-maker inside and unleash your hot cum.”

    Henry sped up and I followed suit. With the speed and force of his fucking, we weren’t perfectly in sync, but I didn’t mind that. My thrusts tended to lag behind his a little, which meant that he tended to drive me down into my wife, pressing all of us together each time.

    Another feminine hand joined mine on one of Ivory’s breasts and it took me a second to realize that Viviana was finally getting involved. I gave her some more space, and she moved in to suckle the other one of my wife’s nipples. Ivory was loving being the center of this miniature orgy.

    “Ah, fuck!” she moaned. “Yeah, give it to me. You guys, I’m gonna cum! Yes!”

    True to her word, Ivory started her familiar orgasmic cry a minute later. When Ivory began to shake, I realized that Henry and I were still bucking into her with no sign that he was ready to cum again. Henry slowed down, and I with him, in order to give Ivory time to recover.

    I was getting tired of bending over to suck on Ivory’s nipple, plus I think my ass was kind of getting in Henry’s way, so I shifted higher. When I started kissing my way around my wife’s neck and face, I could still feel my brother clapping into my legs, but he was only barely brushing my vulva.

    Since I was no longer making him stay with me, Henry also shifted to a slightly different angle. It was only a few minutes after that that he started using shorter, harder strokes until he finally came with a groan.

    After my brother had pulled out, he flopped over on his back on Viviana’s far side. Viv and I didn’t let up on Ivory; in fact, I shifted down so I could start working over her clit with my tongue. I paused for a moment to consider the taste of their combined cum after the first lick, but quickly resumed eating out my wife. My brother’s cum didn’t taste too bad, at least in the small amounts I was getting, so I tried not to let it distract me from my goal to give Ivory another orgasm.

    “Oh, fuck, baby!” exclaimed Ivory. “Are you eating your own brother’s cum from my pussy? God, yes, that’s so hot!”

    She really seemed to be excited about this latest pushing on the bounds of taboo. Viv also moaned and got a bit more aggressive with Ivory’s tits, which quickly helped drive my wife into cumming. She clenched up when she came, which pushed a bit more of his cum out, so I licked that up, almost without thinking.

    When Ivory was done cumming, I slid back up to be even with her, but Viviana stopped me and kissed me before I could reach my wife’s lips. Her tongue probed briefly around the inside of my mouth before she pulled away.

    “You even swallowed, didn’t you,” Viviana smirked at me, after the kiss.

    “Well, yeah, what else would I do?”

    Viviana laughed, “Yes, of course, dear. I must say, I’m enjoying this evening even more than I expected. And I haven’t even cum. Yet.”

    We both looked over at Henry and his thoroughly limp dick. It had shrunk to be the smallest I’d seen it. I knew that a guy’s penis changes size, but I hadn’t expected there to be quite so extreme of a difference between fully erect and fully flaccid.

    Henry looked pretty tired. “I really am going to need a while if you’re thinking of trying to go again, girls.”

    “Well,” I winked at Viviana, “with both of our spouses recovering from fucking, I guess it’s up to me to see to your sexual needs, dear sister.”

    “Fuck, yeah,” gasped my sister-in-law. “I still have dreams occasionally about the way your tongue felt on my clit that night. Please eat me out, Faye.”

    I just grinned and gently pushed her onto her back and opened her legs. Ivory leaned over and kissed our sister-in-law on the lips, but Henry seemed content to just lie back and watch the three of us.

    Slowly and deliberately, I kissed my way along Viv’s thighs until I reached her pussy. I ran my tongue around the outer folds of her labia a couple times, teasing her by narrowing avoiding contact with her proud little love button. I stalled like this until she broke away from kissing Ivory long enough to moan out a need-laden plea before I gave her what she really wanted.

    Once I started working on her, I didn’t hold back, but gave her the best oral experience I knew how to give. After four years of marriage, plus several serious girlfriends before that, I knew quite well how to send a woman to Venus and back without leaving bed. When Viviana reached her first orgasm of the evening, I didn’t stop, but pushed her right away into the next. It helped that I remembered that she enjoyed backdoor visitors, so I doubled down and worked her pink starfish with a finger for variety on her second crescendo.

    Afterward, Viviana panted, “Goddamn, Faye. That was incredible. Henry tried to do something like that once, but he just doesn’t know a woman’s body the way a lesbian does.”

    “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Viv make that sound,” mused Henry. “What exactly were you doing down there?”

    “Secret lesbian technique,” I coyly responded, with a blush.

    Viviana looked over at Henry and grinned hungrily. “Yes, indeed. That said, I can see one thing my dear husband has that you can’t compete with, Faye, baby.”

    I also looked at my brother and discovered that he had very clearly recovered. His dick had returned to full size and was standing up, apparently eager for more action.

    “Oh!” I chirped cheerfully. “Ready for round three, then, bro?”

    “Yeah, I guess so,” he smiled. “That was quite the show. Watching you three together does wonders for a man’s libido. Shall we get back to the baby making?”

    “Certainly,” Ivory cooed.

    “Actually,” interrupted Viviana, “if you guys don’t mind, I have a selfish request.”

    We all looked at her expectantly. She looked a bit embarrassed, which struck me as funny after what we had just done.

    “Watching Henry and Ivory,” she began, “and hearing all this talk about having his baby has turned me on in a way I hadn’t really expected, so…if it’s all right, I’d like to fuck Henry next.”

    “Oh, uh, sure,” I blinked at her, “he is your husband, of course.”

    “No,” Viv clarified, “what I mean is that I’ve caught the baby-fever, too.” Looking at Henry with a fire in her eyes, “I know we agreed to wait until we got a house, but all this pregnancy talk has me ready now. I want your baby in me right away, stud.”

    Henry looked stunned for a moment. “Yeah. Yes, as you wish. I said I would leave that kind of decision up to you, so let’s do it.”

    He glanced at me, as I snuggled up beside my wife. “Sorry, for the delay, Faye, Ivory. I hope you don’t mind.”

    “Not at all,” Ivory said.

    “Please, go right ahead and knock up your adorable wife, bro.”

    “Well,” confessed Viviana, sitting up, “I’m not especially likely to take today, but it’s definitely possible. This is really as much about me joining in the fun as it is about getting pregnant tonight. Odds are, that won’t really happen until later.”

    Henry smiled and started to sit up too, but Viviana pushed him back down. She gave his dick a quick suck before addressing him.

    “Your sister has made you do all the hard work so far tonight, honey. Lie back and let me take the lead on this one.”

    Henry acquiesced, with a chuckle, as his wife deftly mounted his upward pointing rod with practiced ease.

    Ivory and I kissed and caressed each other softly, while we enjoyed front-row seats to my brother and his wife making love. I guess I’d always assumed that fucking a strap-on and fucking a real dick would be the same, but I could see that the way she moved had some notable differences from what I’d experienced. I took mental notes the whole time she was riding him, learning what I could about how the other team played this superficially familiar game. I got so engrossed in watching every detail of their union, that at some point, Ivory had to firmly pinch my hard little nipple just to remind me that she was there, too.

    True to form, Henry held out until his wife came before unleashing inside her. Afterward, they lay together in a sweaty, intimate pile for a while, which reminded me a great deal of the way Ivory and I recovered together after a good romp. When they pulled apart, I helped Viviana lie back with a pillow under her ass, just like Ivory.

    “That was beautiful,” sighed Ivory, taking Viviana’s hand. “Welcome to the baby-making club, Viv.”

    “Thanks, Doll.”

    “I guess ‘little Henry’ will need to recover again, huh?” I asked, looking at my brother’s dick.

    “Yep.”

    “Then,” Ivory purred, “how about Faye and I put on a little show for the big guy. That worked well last time, and we just got to watch you two together, so I’d say it’s only fair that you get to see us show off our love, too.”

    I smiled shyly at my brother and Viv before kissing my wife. Ivory and I quickly became engrossed in making out, nearly forgetting our audience. When her hand slid between us and started to massage my clit, I decided that I needed more, so I sat up and tucked one leg under Ivory’s leg. From there it was just a small shift to bring our clits together in a classic tribadism position.

    “Aren’t you worried about my cum getting in you?” asked my wide-eyed brother.

    I just shook my head with a crooked smile and pressed into my wife.

    Remembering what I’d seen in porn, I angled my body to let Henry and Viv have a clear view of our point of sexual contact before starting to roll my hips, sliding my sex over Ivory’s cum-soaked pussy. Ivory reached up and grasped the nearest of my boobs, moaning and playing with it, as I settled into a familiar, intimate rhythm.

    We were both pretty well primed from everything that had happened in the last hour or two, so despite me not rushing, it was only a couple minutes before I came. As soon as I felt my orgasm start to fade, I dropped down and rapidly ate Ivory out until she came, too.

    When I climbed back up to kiss my wife, I noticed Viviana fingering herself pretty energetically, apparently not quite done getting herself off on our brief show. Henry was very slowly stroking his cock, which was clearly up and ready for more. After sharing the flavor of the new combination of sexual juices with Ivory, I turned a hungry gaze on my brother.

    “Excuse me,” I whispered, as I leaned over Viv, putting my face close to my brother’s crotch.

    I very slowly pushed Henry’s hand away from his cock and gave it a gentle stroke of my own. After staring fixedly at it in my hand for several more pumps, I leaned closer and put the end in my mouth. From handling it and from eating out Ivory, I had quite a good idea of what it would feel and taste like, but it was still remarkably thrilling to have my big brother’s cock in my mouth. I tried to imitate what Viviana had done, but I was forced to back off before I got nearly as deep as she had.

    I guess that takes practice, I mused, as I sat back.

    The others were all staring at me with various curious expressions on their faces. Ivory was pretty much smirking; Viv’s expression could only be described as eager leering. Henry had a somewhat dopey smile, but I thought I saw a hint of doubt or confusion, too.

    “Yes,” I blushed. “I’d say you’re ready.”

    Henry cleared his throat. “Yes. Yes, I am. So, uh, what’s next?”

    He got off the side of the bed and walked over to stand at the foot, looking back and forth between Ivory, Viviana, and me. I bit my lip nervously for a second, then rolled over, squeezing myself between Ivory and Viviana. Once I was lying on my back between them with my ass on top of the pillows under them, I spread my legs over theirs and looked my brother straight in the eye.

    “My turn,” I stated boldly.

    Viv made a tiny, suppressed squeal of excitement and Ivory kissed my shoulder, but I kept my gaze locked on Henry. He was looking me over with obvious lust, but was also hesitating.

    I gave him an uneven smile. “I guess I’ve got baby-fever, too, big brother. Ivory’s and my cycles are nearly lined up, so today also happens to be a very good day for me to try for a baby.”

    He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off what I was offering him, but he wasn’t convinced yet. “But, Faye, we’re brother and sister. Aren’t you worried about, well, mutations and stuff?”

    “That’s another little item I read up on online,” I said, softly. “The odds of birth defects and serious disorders from sibling incest are much lower than most people assume. It’s more like extremely rare issues become merely rare in such cases. Plus, we aren’t even full siblings, so this is much more like cousin incest, which used to be super common a few hundred years ago. It’ll be fine.”

    I put a hand on my belly and rubbed it slightly. “I want your baby in me, big bro.”

    Viviana started to chant in a whisper, “Do it. Do it. Do it.”

    I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. Ivory joined in the chanting, too.

    “Do it. Do it. Do it.”

    Henry finally chuckled and waved for them to stop. “Okay, okay. If you guys are sure, I’ll fuck Faye, too.”

    “Yes!” jubilated Viviana.

    Ivory snickered, “I knew all along you had the hots for your big brother, babe.”

    I blushed and tried to look away, but pinned between my voluptuous wife and excited sister-in-law, I didn’t have anywhere to hide. They both snuggled up against me as Henry carefully climbed over the tangle of legs to reach me. Once he was poised to enter me, he stopped and looked at me in concern.

    “Faye, isn’t this your first time? I guess I’d better go slow and–“

    “Just fuck me, already! I lost my hymen ages ago and I’m super wet from cumming several times just now, so I’m more than ready.”

    He put the tip in me very gently, but I was in no mood for half measures. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him sharply towards me. He resisted the pressure, so I only got a little bit more of him in me, but he finally seemed to believe that I wanted him, so even after I relaxed, he started to piston deeper and deeper into me.

    It was wonderful. I’d had a dildo in me like this plenty of times, so the physical sensations weren’t exactly new, but in a way that was hard to really describe, this was entirely different. The nearest I can explain it, is that it is like the difference between rubbing your own clit and having someone else rub it for you. The same, but also somehow so, so much better.

    I could tell he was still being much gentler with me than he had been with Ivory, but he was finally actually fucking me.

    Ivory and Viv were all over me, too, kissing, licking, and rubbing me in all sorts of nice spots, but when Henry’s hand found its way to my breast, they both gave way to him in that area. I also reached up and cupped my brother’s firm pecs, feeling how different they were from a woman’s soft breasts. I toyed with one of his nipples, partly imitating what his hand was doing to me until he chuckled and I sheepishly recalled that men didn’t really get much enjoyment from that kind of touch.

    Finally, Henry bottomed out inside me, which sent a jolt through me that I’d never gotten from a dildo.

    “Ah, fuck, bro! Yes!” I moaned loudly. “You’re bumping into my womb! I can’t believe you’re really fucking me, big brother. You’re going to fill me up with your hot baby-making seed. I’m going to have my brother’s baby growing inside me soon!”

    “Yes, do it, baby,” Viviana cheered us on. “Oh, god, you guys are so fucking hot together!”

    Henry gave up trying to go slow for my first time and increased his pace. Ivory and Viv continued to touch us and encourage us for either side.

    I was just thinking that I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on when Henry leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I moaned and eagerly welcomed his tongue, sharing my first willing straight kiss, while he continued making love to me. This quickly proved to be too much for me and I came with the force of a tidal wave. My big brother rested his stuble-rough cheek against mine and continued to fuck me as my orgasm crashed over me. Almost as soon as that one had finished, I began cumming a second time.

    I unleashed a long wordless cry with this second orgasm. I almost missed it, but near the end of this one, I felt a small but definite sensation inside me, which I realized was Henry’s cum spraying against my cervix. I promptly recaptured my brother’s lips with mine, pouring my affection and excitement into the frantic kiss.

    When Henry had finished cumming, he relaxed, allowing the majority of his weight to rest on me. As we lay together, panting, we each turned our heads to accept some passionate kisses from our wives.

    “Thank you, Henry,” I whispered, when we had all calmed down some. “I love you.”

    He gave me a peck on the lips. “I love you, too, Faye.”

    Ivory nuzzled me gently with a smile. “I had a hunch you were going to try to pull something like this, honey, but I can still hardly believe you two really fucked. And you deliberately did it on an unsafe day, too. Damn that was sexy.”

    “Amen, sister,” purred Viviana. “I’m jealous– I wish I had a brother or sister to commit incest with.”

    Henry and Ivory laughed at that.

    Henry’s soft cock slipped out of me, leaving me suddenly feeling empty where I had recently been so full. I sighed as he climbed off me and scooted Viviana over so he could snuggle in between us.

    “Well, ladies,” he said, “this has been incredible, but I think I’m beat. You girls have tapped me dry.”

    “It’s just as well,” murmured Ivory, “our neighbors are probably all jealous of all the noisy fun we’ve been having at this point.”

    “Oops,” I winced. “I guess we’d better clean up and get some sleep.”

    Ivory and Viviana both rolled on their sides sandwiching my brother and me between them.

    “Yeah, honey,” yawned Ivory. “I guess so.”

    When Henry’s arm wrapped around me and Ivory, I found myself trapped in the middle of a sweaty, sexy set of spoons.

    “Or maybe we can clean up in the morning, dear,” mumbled Viviana.

    With a smile, I wiggled around to fit more comfortably in the middle of my family and drifted off to sleep.

    —————–

    Epilogue

    One year later, three topless women took a seat on my couch, while my brother hovered anxiously, but uselessly, nearby. On the left, Viviana breastfed eight-week-old Penny. I was in the middle nursing Hunter, who had already grown into his three-month-old clothes. Ivory had been the last of us to get knocked up, so tiny little Josie sucking her teat was barely more than a week old.

    This was the first time we’d had ‘Uncle’ Henry and Aunt Viv over since Josie had been born, so this was the first time all the three of the half siblings had been together. Obviously, Ivory and I were exhausted from dealing with two infants who were on very different schedules, but it was still exciting to have the whole family together. Henry had gotten to hold both of our little ones right after they were born, but it was Viv’s first time meeting Josie in person.

    After the little ones had finished feeding, we changed them and laid them all side by side in the crib in the nursery. Before falling asleep, Hunter showed off his motor skills by grasping Penny’s sleeve with his stubby little fingers.

    “Awww,” softly cooed the three of us mothers, reflexively.

    “My little man is going to grow up to be just like his daddy,” I whispered fondly. “I know he’s always going to watch out for all his bastard little sisters.”

    Henry, who was watching every move, could not have looked prouder as we all carefully tiptoed out of the room. Once outside, I pressed my bare chest against my brother and nuzzled him affectionately. Ivory gently moved in next to me, inviting Henry to feel up both of our expanded sets of tits.

    “Mmm, hey, big brother,” I moaned. “In case you forgot, Ivory and I plan to have lots and lots of kids.”

    Henry gasped quietly, and a moment later I felt a familiar bulge in his pants poking me in the thigh.

    “I think that can be arranged for a couple of sexy MILFs like you,” winked Viviana. “Don’t you agree, dear husband?”


  • Curious Teen Jessica

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    My life is pretty much as ordinary as any other teen schoolgirl get up early walk to school do your classes finish your classes walk home have diner shower masturbate then go to bed and repeat the whole process the next day i was over being common i wanted excitement in my life like i don’t want to wake up in a different country every dayor anything like that just a little thrill that makes people look forward to waking up the next day.

    My name is Jessica I’m in my early teens slightly flat chested bit chubby around the edges have shoulder length brown hair and the pretty brown eyes to match I’m in the middle of high school and i feel more alone than ever I’m not popular i have a friend here and there never really had a boyfriend i only had a friend with benefits that never really went anywhere past the point of touching my boobs.

    Ok got that out of the way so being in a small town i don’t really have a lot of people around my age to interact with apart from the ones i know or the ones that know me but treat me like i don’t exist but the weird thing is i see a lot of older people, I’m talking like people in their 20’s older guys and they seem to know how to hold a committed relationship and people always say the older you are the more you know whenever i walked around town i just look at them and think being an adult must be so much more exciting than being a teenager, later on today while i was in computer class i waited till the teacher was away and began to search for porn videos containing young teens with older men obviously i could only find videos with people as young as 18 but that was good enough i guess i did find a range of videos on this porn site i decided to play one luckily for me i was sitting in the very back corner alone, i plugged in my earphones so i wouldn’t get heard as the video played it was very standard porn basic sex cumming inside her done but the part of the video that was so hot for me that the guy was at least 20 something years older than her i kept watching more and more as the videos were playing I guided my hand down to my pants and began rubbing my pussy over my cotton panties i was pretty much in another world i had to shut of the video and get back to work i don’t know how crazy i would’ve gotten but one thing i knew for sure i needed to start talking to new people and getting this experience and i need to find a way to contact them.

    Once the weekend arrived i went to my local library to use the Wi-Fi cause my parents are to shit for Wi-Fi, i arrived and connected my phone and began to search on the net for chatrooms , apps whatever i could find i came across an online chat site i made a profile and called myself BabyDoll uploaded a picture of me in my swimming bikini as my profile pic and set my age to 18 i made my way through the chat site there were chatrooms for specific fetishes and towns , some of the fetishes I’ve never even heard of scat , incest , femdom , pov ect i didn’t know what any of them meant but i want to focus on the town specified chatrooms i scrolled through and found a chatroom for people in my town i signed up and found so many member’s i messaged a fair amount of older men and women not saying anything fancy just that I’m new here and looking to try new things with new people. I need the adult attention luckily me being a girl i had a lot of thirsty guys to choose from but right now it was just first in best dressed for me and the guy that could meetup with me the soonest his name was DaddyJoe he 34 and had a picture of his cock as his profile picture, his cock was clean uncut and shaven must of looked about 9 inches i had no idea what he looked like but he sounded nice we chatted for a while…

    DaddyJoe: Hey there Dolly you have a beautiful little body there

    BabyDoll: Hi you have a nice doodle

    DaddyJoe: i bet you would love to have it inside your tight wet pussy

    BabyDoll: maybe i do he he would u teach me how to take it I’m a complete virgin

    DaddyJoe: I’m sure i can do that I’m free tomorrow if you wanna meetup and fuck

    BabyDoll: I’d love to but i just got to let u in on a secret im actually 16 please don’t be mad at me i won’t tell anyone

    DaddyJoe: mmm i do love a younger girl but you have to promise me to keep it between us

    BabyDoll: I promise 😉

    DaddyJoe: i will get us a hotel it will be more discreet I’ll send you the address what time?

    BabyDoll: i get dropped off at school at 8am and can sneak out around half past

    DaddyJoe: perfect I’ll see you then

    Later tonight in bed i just couldn’t get to sleep i just kept on imagining what it’s going to be like and how naughty this is going to be i was feeling a mixture of emotions excitement, fear and horny definitely horny.

    After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting the next morning officially arrived i awoke to the sound of my alarm clock going off for me to get ready for school i pretty much leaped out of bed like the opening to American Dad that how happy i was to be going to “school” , my school clothes were ready for me to wear as always i also managed to raid mum’s makeup cabinet while she was asleep to dolly myself up nothing to fancy bit of dark eye shadow not too much around the eyes foundation here and there enough to look slutty with a dash of innocent.

    Mum finally dropped me of at school as soon as she left i went to the toilet block to wait out for the bell for rollcall once the bell rung i waited just an extra 2 minutes to give people time to get to their classrooms finally the coast was clear i snuck out of school grounds and made my way down one of the side streets near my school, on my way out i got a text from DaddyJoe telling me the address it was a few blocks away and in a pretty quiet part of town i guess that’s what he meant by being discreet.

    I found my way to the hotel i was out the front his room was at the back of the hotel complex i walked to the door and took a deep breath and knocked .

    I was greeted by a slightly fit guy not to mention very handsome for a guy of his age he greeted me with a smile and invited me in i got more and more nervous as i walked into his room he seemed nice he introduced himself as John and shook my little hand he offered me a glass of wine he told me it helps with the nervousness I’ve only ever had sips of cider before never really had anything as pure in alcohol as wine but today was going to be a day of firsts for me so i took him up on his offer.

    After a few swallows later i became more and more relaxed and my nerves began to recede but still a tad nervous we did chat for a while asking what we enjoyed what kind of porn we watched just getting really social with me while at the same time looking each other up and down.

    John came closer to me and put his hand on my thigh and massaged it gently this made my heart skip a beat at his touch i still continued to drink as he moved his hand up and down closer to my pussy his hand was now under my skirt bushing against the edges of my panties he looked into my eyes as his hand brushed over my cotton panties his finger pressed harder on my clit and dragged his finger down my slit my panties were soaked and i was getting very turned on i knew what was going to happen next i needed more alcohol in me i reached out for the glass of wine and skulled it in one big gulp and laid down ready for John to do whatever he wants to me.

    John reached around the waist band of my school skirt and pulled it down along with my panties exposing my wet hairless little cunt he began to massage my wet clit you could see the drips of my juices run down his finger as he pushed his finger inside my pussy, my pussy began to puddle the deeper his finger went i was enjoying this feeling until he reached a barrier in my pussy or what i was taught “the hymen” John withdrew from my pussy then moved his tongue up and down my slit and flickered over my clit sending me into waves of little tingles inside me making me shake i couldn’t help but grip his head firmly and smush his face into my cunt it was driving me insane i feel like like my pussy was going to flip inside out my breath got shorter and shorter and my pussy spasmed splashing Johns face in what i thought was pee but then realised for the first time in my life i squirted John went back to lick all the wetness from my pussy making me tingle with every lick.

    I had to recover from that intense orgasm as much as i wanted to go further i needed to drink and let my pussy cool of John returned up to me and poured me more wine i drank it like water gasping for air i looked up at him and told him how good it felt like I’ve made myself cum from fingering myself but never came this hard from my finger and this all happened from a man’s tongue.

    John came up next to me and asked me if I’d like to make him cum the way he made me cum i was eager to play more all i could do was nod my head and reach into his boxers to grab something big and hard my little hand just managed to grip it all the way around i had no idea how I’m going to fit something this big inside me.

    I began to run my hand up and down Johns shaft slowly being a little tease but John wasn’t a patient man i gathered as i felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing my mouth towards his cock i opened my little mouth to swallow the head of his cock i sucked it like a lollypop at first then moved my mouth deeper down his shaft my little mouth was full of cock after going down 4 inches’ i could feel the head of his cock pushing the back of my throat he kept pushing till a few more gulps his cock was pushing into my throat hole i swear it felt like he was going to hit my tonsils, John lunged out of my throat his cock was glistening wet with my saliva John looked up at me I went on to his cock and took it back down my throat going all the way up and down jerking his cock while sucked hard on the head of his cock pumping it hard and fast flickering my tongue over the pee hole John began to yell out I’m going to cum he withdrew his cock and held my mouth open he furiously jerked of in front of me until shots of cum came flying out of his cock into my mouth all over my lips and chest i swallowed all that was shot in my mouth the cum felt warm and gooey as it travelled down my throat followed by a salty after taste i licked what cum remained on my lips and massaged the cum on my chest into my boobs.

    John looked very surprised at what i was doing with his cum i guess as far as first timers go i was a quick learner that and i read that guys love it when girls play with cum in the most kinky ways.

    I laid back down on the bed with john as we both recuperated from our intense orgasms we drank the rest of the wine as we sat their panting like crazy by this moment i was really buzzed i could see Johns cock rising under the covers looks like round 2 was on its way i pointed at his hard cock showing him he is hard again he then asked me what i wanna do next at this moment i didn’t know what to do i did tell him i want to do everything within limits i just told John to surprise me, John gave me a smirk and led me of the bed and bent me over he ran his fingers over my back gently while lightly scraping the tender parts of my back with his nails i quite enjoyed this the small amounts of pain was making my pussy drip i guess this got John’s attention as he spent more time scratching me this time he scraped harder and went from the tip of my spine to my asscheeks

    “Don’t Stop!” i yelled

    I rubbed my clit as he dug his nails into my back i felt his hand slap my ass hard making a moan escape my mouth then again his hand went harder across my ass cheeks the pain was really turning me on

    “fuck me fuck me” i yelled

    i wanted to be fucked hard i wanted the pain to evolve, John positioned his cock at my pussy the head of his cock slid inside me my body shuddered as my virgin pussy stretched he suggested we go slow as its my first time but that’s the thing its my first time i want my first time to be brutal and painful not slow and steady i wanted it to happen this way i told him to go for it John withdrew his cock and ran

    it up and down the folds of my pussy lips lubricating my pussy with his precum i tooka deep breath and felt his cock lunge into me piercing my hymen pushing as deep as his large cock could go i felt my pussy tear i could feel blood dripping down my legs i felt like there was a roll of salami inside me the pain was crazy but the feelings it was giving me was amazing i could feel John struggle to move in and out of me my pussy was that tight around his cock my pussy eventually gave way and gave him more room and lubrication to pump my little my pussy he wasn’t holding back he was pumping into me like a jackhammer my screams were to loud even for me i grabbed

    the nearest pillow and shoved my face into it muffling my screams.

    Johns cock expanded in my pussy letting out a giant blast of cum overflowing my pussy forcefully pushing him out the rest of his cum dripped all over my ass there was so much as i raised myself higher a river of cum poured out of me all over the

    floor.

    The river of cum inside me began to reseed and managed to keep a good amount of it inside me, John suggested that we prepare my ass for his cock considering its a lot tighter and closed in than my pussy , i laid back on the bed and exposed my asshole to John he rubbed my asshole lightly then with his other finger he pushed deep into my cum filled cunt and started digging his cum out and adding it to his other finger using it as lube to slide his fingers i could feel my asshole clench around his fingers as he slid them inside my ass one by one until he got to his thumb that took a major shot of pain inside me but still bearable he continued fingering my ass as if his fingering my pussy hard and fast the feeling was getting less painful and more pleasurable as i felt my asshole open up more to his adult sized fingers i took my own fingers to my clit and rubbed it hard screaming “finger my ass daddy” i honestly don’t know why i said daddy but it made me feel more slutty and it seemed like john liked it to when he started ramming both my asshole and my pussy with his fingers but he was going hard he loved being called daddy so i yelled at him

    “daddy” “daddy” “daddy”

    we were both enjoying the feeling of both my holes being fully pleasured next minute i heard a slight vibrating noise at first i thought John had a vibrator stashed around here somewhere i then realised what time it was and it was my mum calling me i answered quickly

    “where are you school was out 5 minutes ago” my mum blabbed at me i really wanted to be fucked in the ass but was short on time i had to come up with some excuse i went back to the phone and tried working my mouth to come up with an excuse but then John comes sits next to me and works his hand on my clit causing my voice to sound more out of out of breath i did everything in my power not to

    moan while talking to my mother mum noticed my breathing and asked me where i was and then the excuse came to me i explained to mum that my last school period was a free period so i went jogging at the oval around the block i told her i will be there in 20 minutes thankfully she bought it and i got of the hook i got of the phone and planted a firm kiss right on Johns lips and took his cock in my hand i told him i have to go in 20 minutes John looked disappointed i turned his head to mine and told him

    “lets get this big dick in my ass”

    John smiled I took Johns cock to the back of my throat just to add that extra saliva on his cock and bent over and guided his cock to my asshole John was definitely taking his time i was worried we wouldn’t have enough time i pushed into john a bit more taking the head of his cock into my ass then that hit the very top of my pain barrier i bit down on my lip as hard as possible i egged him on to keep going John pushed deeper into my ass i shuddered as inch by inch went into my ass my lip was bleeding from my teeth sinking into it John was fully inside my ass I could feel the head of his cock breaching my colon if he pushed any further he would be fucking my stomach

    he slowly plunged into me fucking me slow and steady i looked at my phone and saw i only have just over 10 minutes left i told him we need to hurry i gripped both sides of the bed and buried my face in the pillow and wriggled my ass to signal him to fuck my ass hard Johns cock went all the way back out of my ass just so the tip is inside me then BANG deep inside me again he continued ripping into my ass harder than he was in my pussy i clenched at the bed as his cock fills my rectum my mouth was full of pillow at this stage his cock was so big compared to being in my pussy i felt a massive sigh of relief as i head something warm and hot splashing up against my colon now that was the most pleasurable part about anal the dick in my ass hurt like a bitch but having the cum inside my ass was worth the pain, as John removed his cock my asshole morphed back closing me up keeping his warm cum fully inside me.

    I had only minutes to clean up i felt bad having to ditch him so quick I’m so glad he understood i gave him a kiss and told him ill message him online.

    Once my mum picked me up i felt like a different person i spent the whole night in my room tasting myself and thinking about the fun i just experienced i still had cum leaking out of all three of my holes i was definitely pleasured out all 3 of my freshly fucked holes were aching from the intense pounding they all took.

    Over the next few days while i was waiting for my holes to heal i went back to that online site interacting with more people lucky for me there were millions of horny guys keen for a root i knew i would have no trouble in the future if i ever need a quick screw.

    I want to try something more exciting so I came across a few women’s profiles sadly there wasn’t much of a variety of women on the site just full of thirsty men there were about 4 women on that i was looking at , i was always straight but going through their profiles seeing their naked bodies and sexy poses kinda made me tingle downstairs.

    Three out of four women on the site were into girls and guys so i decided to go ahead and message them after a few minutes of waiting i got 3 responses i told each of them the same thing

    “I’m not really 18 and looking to experiment with older people i recently just got my ass mouth and pussy fucked by an older guy from this site but now im curious about trying things with women hopefully somebody can point me in the right direction”

    One girl who was 24 told me to fuck off, another woman her name was MaggieCakes who was 53 responded with a kind message asking me how i am and that I’m a naughty girl doing what im doing and that she likes it followed by a bunch of flirty emoji’s she was really tech savvy for her age.

    The other woman was quite the opposite to the other woman who replied to me her name was SexySuzzy and she was 22 she was more attractive than the other woman but had less of a welcoming vibe as all she said back to my message

    i decided to peruse with the 22-year-old as she seems to reply a lot more quicker we covered a lot in our time of talking we learned she lives by herself and only lives near the local library she then went to ask me to come over and I did have a couple hours left at the library till my mum had to pick me up so i thought why not at least this way i can get pleasured and give my insides a time to recuperate.

    SexySuzzy told me to lookout for a woman with long straight light brown hair wearing track pants and a yellow jumper i told her that i was wearing a black crop top and baggy shorts and told her to meet me near the geography section of the library the geography section was pretty big like a maze so we would have a little fun trying to find each other.

    Time went by i trotted around the geography section excited and nervous waiting to find this woman i turned a corner and found her she was more attractive in person i was staring at her ass in those pants it was making my pussy drip at the thought of me spanking that ass , she came in eye contact with me and kind of gave me a look to follow her.

    i followed the woman through the library to the carpark and got in the car there was nothing but silence for the first 5 minutes the attractive woman broke the silence “nervous huh” she questioned i was actually really nervous to be honest i never thought id see myself having sex with a girl ever i was fine with the guy because i was attracted to guys but this is different.

    She introduced herself as Laura and told me she’s only been with a couple girls herself but never with one as young as me so she was a bit nervous to then followed by placing her hand on my thigh i remember when John did this it made me feel all tingly down there i leaned back and parted my legs a little bit being more relaxed i felt Laura move up closer to my panties but not actually touching it she was teasing me and she knew i knew just by the laboured breathing coming out of my mouth she continued to go up and down sometimes taking a little of swipe of my pantie covered pussy with her little finger i felt my panties get damp at her slight touches the next touch turned into a poke and she poked me right in the g spot this flipped a switch in my mind and my hand immediately went to grab Laura’s boob Laura gasped at my touch unexpectedly having to pull over to the side of the road i thought “oh shit” i pissed her of she looked at me with fierceness and brought my face to hers and deeply made out with me she was a way better kisser than John her tongue danced with my tongue her lips locking over my lower lip i could feel her breath inside my mouth as she passionately made out with me.

    A car started driving behind us Laura broke our sloppy kiss seeing the saliva drip from our mouths as her lips moved away she wiped the corners of her mouth and started driving the rest of the way home like nothing ever happened she didn’t even say a word for the rest of the trip.

    My pussy tingled a bit more as Laura drove us into her driveway we got up and i followed her to her front door still nothing but silence.

    I found myself on Laura’s couch sitting waiting nervously for her to make the first move I could still taste the flavour of her kiss on my lips each time I think about it it made my pussy drip more I had to be careful what way I position my legs one small shake and my juices would seep through my undies and drip out of me.

    Laura was sitting on the couch opposite me staring at me her legs were shaking her lips were smacking together as her eyes looked me up and down I would love to be a fly on the walls of her mind to see what was going on in that pretty head of hers.

    Laura made her way to me and held her hand out to me and told me to follow her I followed her down her hallway and into her bedroom she shut the door behind us and locked the door and there we were face to face staring into each others eyes my hands shakingly met her hands Laura took control of our locked hands and began to raise my shirt of as I did the same with hers our hands broke way and began to explore each others bodies my hands slid across her stomach up around her back over her shoulder blades down to her bra strap unclipping and reviling her massive boobs almost smashing into my chest my hands ran all over her boobs gripping them firmly Laura groaned softly at my squeezing she gripped my chin and brought my lips to hers moving her hands to my cheeks pushing me onto her bed making out with me I felt her tongue parting my lips again Laura mounted my abdomen dry humping me and removing my bra she stamped her hands on my boobs, my boobs weren’t as big as hers but big enough to be roughly gripped.

    Laura humped as I felt her hands press into my boobs feeling her thumb tickle my nipples then moving to suck on my neck I could feel her teeth stick in my first thought was “oh my god the pain” the pain got me so wet it felt like I peed myself my moans were stretched out thin as I felt the warmness of her breath on my neck and her teeth nibbling on my neck bones and collar bone.

    Laura moved down further between my legs tugging my pants and undies down exposing a very wet recently pounded teen pussy Laura looked up at me and gave a very hungry looking evil look towards me and proceeded to take my clit between her lips then managed to cover my entire pussy with her mouth her warm breath spread all over my pussy feeling her tongue wash all over my pussy like a hurricane licking up all my juices.

    Next minute Laura parted my pussy lips with two fingers and slowly finger fucked my pussy while still having my clit in her mouth she was hitting my little tingle spot with the vibrations coming from her lips moving like a vibrator I moaned quite louder than a girl like me should but she definitely knew what she was doing down there she broke the kiss between her and my throbbing pussy

    “it takes a girl to know what a girl like” Laura smiled at me she tucked a finger inside me pushing me back towards her stack of pillows then withdrawing her finger and sliding that finger in my mouth she asked me if I liked it I moaned in agreement she kept turning me on with her words telling me how good I taste and telling me that im tasting my own cunt while continuing rubbing my clit.

    My moans were getting more crazy as Laura continually put my fast paced pressure on my clit I bit my lower lip as I felt my orgasm break through me I sweated and panted and pushed out a river of cum that travelled all the way down Laura’s throat Laura withdrew herself from my flushed pussy and told me to open my mouth I excitedly opened my mouth Laura moved her lips closer to my mouth and poured what was left of my cum into my mouth it was so thick and creamy not to mention salty with a slight hint of sweetness Laura still had a few more drops in her mouth I had to have more I urged her to come closer and openly kissed her swiping all my cum from her mouth into my mine using my tongue to scoop around every nook and cranny of her mouth to savour all of my juices.

    As I laid on Laura’s bed panting Laura had other ideas she was red in the face sweating and there was a giant wet patch on her track pants eating a teen girls pussy and tasting her juices must of really made her cum hard or drench beyond relief, Laura moved over to me wiping her hand over my clit swiping my juices and licking her hand while she sat next to me she told me how sweet and amazing my pussy was she loves teen pussy.

    After 3 minutes of intense making out Laura whispered in my ear asking if I want to know what she tastes like I rubbed her moist pants covered pussy I nodded my head getting turned on by the touch of her pussy.

    Laura stood up on her bed and slowly pulled down her track pants exposing her drenched laced panties then slowly and sensually pulled them down to her ankles filling the room with a sweaty salty odour throughout the room I closed my eyes to savour the smell of another woman’s pussy the smell was a lot more stronger than mine it took no time filling my nose and dampening my pussy.

    I opened my eyes to Laura’s pussy staring at me the clit itself was beautiful I could see it hanging much lower then mine in between her pussy lips glistening with the shiny texture of her juices dripping down she had a light amount of hair around her pussy mound neatly trimmed Laura reached into her pussy with one

    Finger digging at her pussy and flopping her clit up and own causing more drips from her pussy hit my stomach Laura gently guided my finger inside her the feeling was warm, wet and gooey she moved my finger in and out of her I added another finger inside her and started raming my fingers inside her faster she moved more over my head so I could catch the drops of her pussy juices in my mouth as they drip from her clit from my furious finger fucking.

    Laura bucked at my fingers moaning jerking her body till I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and coated my fingers in a warm liquid she yelled at me to taste my fingers to taste her cum I sucked at my fingers while Laura jumped and sucked at my pussy lips while slowly moving the lower half of her body closer to my face I ripped my nails into her ass pushing her pussy straight onto my face so many thoughts entered my mind as I tasted her mature aged pussy it was like a Smokey salty flavour on my lips I probed my tongue in her fuckhole as further as I can while I reached around and rubbed her clit I could feel more of her wetness gauge my face as I poked at her clit I could smell her asshole on top of my nose I don’t know why but I was really curious to see what her ass tastes like I replaced my tongue with another finger in her pussy and then slid my tongue into her sweaty asshole i felt her growl into my pussy making me growl into her ass the vibrations from her lips and tongue sent jolts of amazement up and down my body I pulled her into my face making my tongue slide furtherer into her ass.

    Laura’s tongue kept flickering over my clit picking up her pace meeting the thrusts of my fingers in her pussy and my tongue in her ass we both came to a powerful orgasm drenching each others faces in our juices I had to push her ass of my face and capture the trickles of her mature girl cum into my mouth before I started drowning in her juices.

    Here I am still breathing hard from my mutual orgasm with Laura but Laura was not done with me yet I could feel her lips on top of my pubic mound following down my wet throbbing slit with her tongue then moving me on my side and parting my legs

    I was in a weird upright scissor position while Laura moved in an opposite scissor position slamming her pussy into mine and started rubbing my wet pussy with hers the scents of our climaxed pussies filled the room while our pussies rubbed on one another my pussy was still sensitive from the orgasmic adventure it experienced I felt Laura’s tongue wrap all over my foot poking her tongue through the gaps in my toes sucking over every toe while working our pussies up to another orgasm she continued kissing my legs pushing into my cunt deeper Laura was the first one to cum squirting warm power liquid into and onto my pussy that was enough for me to return the favour squirting my own juices back at her pussy I immediately went between her legs and licked of the infusions of mine and her juices of her pussy slit.

    Laura soon passed out after an amazing session of intense first time lesbian sex I must admit it was enough to make me collapse and fall asleep next to her but once I fall asleep im not waking up for a long time I quickly gathered up all my clothes and snakingly tip toed out of her room and out of her house and made my way back to the library.

    I soon arrived back at the library a few moments before my mum arrived, I had enough time to go to the bathroom to fix myself up and dose myself in enough soap dispenser soap to cover up the smell of sex.

    By the time the weekend was over and was back at school I felt like a real woman and wasn’t to shy to start exploring witch I will intend to in the many years to come.


  • Building a Dream: Part Twenty

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    “Who the fuck is that?” whispered Jay loud enough for the group in the kitchen to hear. I looked at the monitor and watched the three men remove their cocks from the girls arses, the hand-held camera on the girls faces showing a mixture of relief and frustration.

    Building a Dream: Part Twenty.

    The porn film is in full swing at Sonia’s house in Dorking but then there is an unexpected visitor ringing the doorbell.

    Everyone went quiet in the kitchen as well as the rest of the group in the lounge. I looked around did a quick head count and added the lounge group. Everyone was accounted for so who the fuck was outside? The action in the lounge had come to a complete stop, nobody moving nor saying a word.

    “Who the fuck is that?” whispered Jay loud enough for the group in the kitchen to hear. I looked at the monitor and watched the three men remove their cocks from the girls arses, the hand-held camera on the girls faces showing a mixture of relief and frustration. Patty crept forward to Sonia; their conversation being picked up by Stacey’s camera.

    “Are you expecting anyone?” she asked Sonia who had stood up and had a panicked look on her face.

    “No,” she answered, still out of breath from the anal fucking. “I’m not due any visitors.”

    The doorbell rang again.

    Manus picked up Sonia’s dress and passed it to her.

    “Better check and see who it is.”

    Sonia pulled the dress over her head and, looking in the large mirror above the fireplace, ran her hands through her dishevelled hair. As she was about to leave the lounge we heard a loud voice from outside the front door.

    “Mr Campbell? It’s Tony Keller from Keller and Marson antiques.” The question as to who the mystery visitor was instantly answered.

    “What does he want?” Patty said to Sonia quietly.

    “He said he would like to look around the rest of the house in case there was any items I might take an offer on. Not likely considering he tried to get his hands on the paintings in such an unscrupulous manner. I told him to ring first, mainly so I could put him off”

    “We need to get rid of him. Can you do that?”

    “Okay.” Patty walked out of the lounge and shut the door. I moved to the kitchen door and shut it as she passed and put my ear against it to listen.

    “Fuck,” Jay exclaimed, who had been looking out of the kitchen window. “Everybody down, he’s coming this way.” She pulled the blinds down and sat on the floor followed by everybody else.

    “Mrs Campbell?” the voice said again from outside as he approached the door. Katy was sat against the door and quickly reached up and quietly turned the key and not a moment too soon as the handle moved down followed by a gentle push on the door. Realising the door was locked I could see the outline of the figure outside try to peer through the blinds and trying the windows to see if they were unlocked. Not being able to see in, he gave up and walked slowly away to the rear of the house. I got up, threw the kitchen door open and opened the lounge door.

    I said in a loud whisper, “He’s walking around the house. Quick, shut the curtains.” Manus and Paul went quickly to the windows and pulled all three sets of curtains shut then crouched down behind the sofas. Stacey, who was crouched down against the window by the back of the sofa, got up and moved to join me at the door. Together we crouched down and could just make out the same outline of the antiques dealer as he walked around the windows looking for a gap in the curtains to peer through.

    Sonia had opened the front door and left it open as she walked around to look for the unwelcome visitor.

    “What’s he up to?” I whispered as we watched the figure trying to look through any available gaps in the curtains

    “Looking to see if anyone’s home, I reckon,” whispered Stacey. “and possibly looking for a way in.”

    I agreed with her. What reason would he have to go around the house checking doors and windows if no one is home apart from that. We then heard voices coming from the front of the house, Sonia evidently finding Mr Keller

    “Good morning Mr Keller, what are you doing here?” I heard Sonia ask. She must have caught him peering through more windows as there was an element of surprise in his voice at being caught.

    “Mr Campbell!” Keller exclaimed. “I didn’t think you were home.”

    “Well, I am home. What are you doing?”

    “I…er…I needed to speak to you about…any further items you might like valuing. I thought you might have been in the garden and not heard the doorbell so I just thought I would check around the house. Am I disturbing you? I can see that you have visitors.”

    I then realised that James’s van and Chris’s minibus were both outside. I waved frantically at both of them to get out there and support Sonia. Both men moved past me and went through the front door just as Sonia said,

    “I had a taxi bring some compost home for me and he got a flat tyre. He’s waiting for his boss to come and help and this is James who is giving me a quote on a new arbour by the stream.

    “Nice to meet you,” Keller said as I presumed he shook hands with them both. “As I was saying, Mrs Campbell, is it possible for me to have a peak around? Just to see if there’s items you would like to part with?”

    “It’s not convenient at the moment,” Sonia answered. “Give me a call sometime next week and I’ll see if I can book you in.” The disappointment at not gaining entry was clear in Keller’s reply.

    “Oh, I see. Okay, Mrs Campbell, I will do that.”

    “I’ll expect a call then. If you don’t mind I need to show James where the arbour is to go so goodbye, Mr Keller.” Sonia’s voice trailed off as she walked away from the house and moving further into the garden.

    “Can I quickly use your facilities, Mrs Campbell?” Keller asked hanging back near the open front door.

    There was a brief moment of silence from Sonia as she pondered on a reply. I was hoping she refused him but I found out later that she couldn’t think of a reason not to let him.

    “Of course,” I heard her reply. “First door on the left. Shut the front door after you leave please.”

    “Thank you,” he replied. I looked at Stacey in panic and pulled the lounge door shut. I looked around and bolted into the kitchen but when I looked behind me for Stacey I saw that, in her panic, she had gone in the dining room, shutting the door behind her. I shut the kitchen door and crouched down, indicating to everyone to keep quiet.

    I kept my ear to the door and expected to hear the toilet door open and shut but instead heard the soft tread of feet on carpet walk further down the hall followed by the handle of the dining room door being slowly opened.

    Remembering that Stacey had gone in there with the hand-held camera I moved quickly to the monitor. Everyone around me slowly stood up and watched the live picture from Stacey’s camera taking up a quarter of the screen. She had crouched under the table and the camera was still turned on, sending us a clear picture of the door. We saw Keller’s feet as he slowly crept into the room and moved down to stop in front of where I knew the paintings were hung.

    Stacey may have been a bit naïve and clumsy but she had heard enough about the paintings that morning to realise that Keller was up to no good. She moved the camera between the chairs and pointed it up at Keller who had a magnifying glass in his hand and was closely inspecting the paintings hung in their cheap frames. He put the magnifying glass in his pocket, pulled out a tape measure and measured each painting’s length and width and then pulled out his phone and took pictures of each painting singularly before moving back to take one of the three together. The camera moved back under the table as he walked around the room, stopping by the windows. Stacey moved the camera again and got a clear shot of him checking the handles and locks before moving quietly back to the door and leaving, slowly shutting it behind him.

    He must have moved quickly to the toilet as a moment later we heard it flush followed by the front door shutting. None of us moved. We stayed crouched and silent for what seemed like an eternity before the door was opened and Sonia walked in.

    “He’s gone,” she said as we all stood. “We watched him walk back down the lane.”

    “That was close,” I said, my heart beating fast. “and he wasn’t here for any ‘valuing.’ He was here to check out the paintings.”

    “I filmed him,” Stacey said from behind Sonia who had been joined by James and Chris. “He measured them, took pictures and checked your windows. I’ve got it all on film.”

    Everyone in the room nodded as I pointed to the monitor. “Stacey’s right, we all watched him on the monitor.”

    “Bastard!” Kylie said entering the kitchen followed by the rest of the group from the lounge. “he intends to steal them.”

    “Don’t worry, honey.” Sara said approaching Kylie and hugging her. “We’re taking them with us today. Should he try to take them, he’ll end up with fakes. Don’t worry.” Sara took her face in her hands and kissed her softly, Kylie accepting the brief moment of affection.

    “Well, he won’t be back in a hurry.” Patty said to all of us. “Let’s get the film completed just in case we have anymore unexpected guests. Everyone have a quick break to get our hearts beating to a normal level then we’ll carry on. Ten minutes everyone.”

    Everyone started moving around either pouring coffee, eating the remaining vestiges of food or stretching their legs. I used the facilities, went into the lounge and retrieved my clothes from where they lay by the sofa. I dressed and went back into the kitchen and resumed my seat next to Cheryl who was sat back in front of the monitor also fully clothed. The room had emptied leaving us alone and I could see on the monitor, Kelly, Kylie and Sonia getting ready to resume their places kneeling on the sofa assisted by Chris who had had the foresight to take Polaroids beforehand. Stacey was on her knees again sucking Paul while Sue sucked Phil and Sara did the same for Manus.

    A moment later Keith, Mary, Katy, Jim, Clive came back into the kitchen and resumed their places seated behind us. I looked up expecting Jay to follow with Simon but neither appeared. For a brief moment I had a vision in my head of him fucking her somewhere in the house. Simon had good stamina but was he that good to go for another shag so soon after the last? I brushed the thought away and concentrated on the picture on the monitor.

    Sonia, Kylie and Kelly were knelt on the sofa while Stacey positioned herself behind the sofa with the camera directly on their faces. Sue passed around the small bottle of poppers to each woman who took a deep sniff in each nostril before passing it back to Sue. She then stood back and watched each woman as the drug took its effect. Manus, Paul and Phil lined their cocks up to the girls arseholes and slowly eased them in, the girls eyes widening with the slow thrust as their helmets stretched the tight, but willing, holes before slowly sinking in deep to their full lengths. Sonia’s eyes were the widest, she being the least experienced at anal but after a couple of slow thrusts by Manus her face began to relax and her eyes closed as she started to enjoy the cock sliding into the deepest point of her arse.

    “ACTION.” Shouted Patty and the fucking began at the same pace as before with each man sliding in and out in unison with each other. Sue moved from girl to girl and gave a quick tug on the chains connecting the nipple clamps causing each girl to let out a yelp, the short, sharp pain highlighting a form of pleasure that was evident by the open mouthed expressions on their faces.

    James moved the hand-held camera along the back of each girl and got some extreme close-ups of each cock easily sliding in the girls arses, the lube and the poppers having taking effect creating an easy fuck. The girls were panting, shrieking, moaning and shouting out he occasional, ‘fucking yes,’ ‘harder,’ ‘deeper,’ and a very loud shot from Kylie to her boyfriend Paul of ‘FUCK MY FUCKING ARSE. FUCK IT, FUCK IT!.’

    “Where’s Jay?” Cheryl asked me looking around the room. “And Simon? Don’t tell me he’s shagging her somewhere. Patty won’t be happy if she finds out that a spare cum shot could actually be had.”

    “Shall we go and have a look for them?” I said, reaching down and taking her hand. She turned to face me, smiled and answered, “Sure.” Not saying anything to the others in the kitchen we got up and left, hand in hand. We shut the kitchen door behind us and peeked in the dining room but they weren’t there. Nor were they in the downstairs bathroom or the study. We crept up the stairs and quietly checked each room until we came to the small bedroom at the back of the house. The door was slightly ajar and as the pair of us crept up we could hear sounds coming from within.

    We peeked through the gap in the door and saw Jay naked on her hands and knees on the bed with Simon stood behind her slowly pushing three fingers into her arse while dripping lube on to his wrist. Jay had her face down in a pillow and was moaning loudly into it with each push of his fingers as he probed deeper and deeper, adding a fourth finger which caused the others to bunch up. I knew what was coming and it was something I never expected to see my wife do. A week ago, she would maybe let me slip a finger in but that was it but now I was watching her about to be anal fisted, and a few seconds later she was.

    Simon pushed his thumb along the side of his fingers and Jay’s arse widened to a point I had never seen before, not even when she took the two cocks earlier. Simon pushed his hand in and it bunched into a fist as he did so. Jay let out a long, muffled shriek into the pillow as he stopped pushing and held his fist in her.

    “Are you okay?” We heard him whisper to her. She lifted her head slightly off the pillow and answered with a quiver in her voice,

    “Yes…yes, I’m fine. Please, carry on.” Words I never ever expected to hear her say.

    Simon gently pushed his wrist in another centimetre then an inch and pulled back before pushing a little further in, each time a muffled shriek coming from Jay, her face now firmly planted in the pillow. He slowly twisted his hand from left to right a few times then pulled his fist out enough so we could see the last knuckles then pushed back in again. Jay had one hand playing with her clit underneath her as he fisted her, her shrieks now a mixture of muffled yell, heavy breathing and then a moan; not of pain, but of pleasure. Within seconds I felt my cock get hard watching my wife getting anally fisted, my member pushing out firmly against my jeans. I wasn’t one for getting excited again so soon after a shag but today was turning out to be different for everyone.

    Cheryl tugged at my sleeve and I backed away from the door to face her. She looked up at me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue gently pushing between my lips to rub and entangle with my own. I held her tight and pulled her body to me as we kissed. I ran my hand over her face then kissed her neck, quiet, little gasps coming from her mouth as she moved her hand down to my crotch and grabbed the head of my hard cock through the inconveniently placed material.

    She looked around and then took my hand, leading me down the landing to the farthest bedroom which must have been Sonia’s daughters room judging by the framed pictures of her, Sonia and her brother together. It was clean, tidy and very orderly set out. The posters of boy bands on the wall being the evidence that this was a girls bedroom. The bookcases were alphabetically ordered with textbooks on art, crafting and various other needle workbooks. On the wall above the bed was the name ‘Milly’ crocheted onto a long piece of fabric, the final clue that this was indeed Sonia’s adopted daughters room.

    Cheryl closed the door behind us and threw herself onto me causing me to fall back on the bed where we frantically kissed and tugged at each clothes until we were naked. I sucked on each of her nipples as I wasted no time in pushing two fingers in her already very wet pussy. Cheryl moaned loudly and pulled my head harder onto her breasts, running her own hand down to my cock which she gripped hard and started to tug at, wanking me hard.

    I ran my head down until I found her pussy and jabbed at her clit with my tongue and ran it in circles around the slight protudence, still pushing two fingers back and forth into her. I stopped and moved Cheryl’s body so her legs were over the side of the bed. I knelt on the floor and continued my fingering while sucking and biting on her clit bringing louder yelps from her as she bucked her hips and pushed her pussy harder onto my open mouth. It was when I entered a third finger that she came. Her thighs suddenly clamped around my head leaving my face trapped and firmly planted against her as she bucked up and down and moaned out loud with the orgasm. My face suddenly got wet as her ejaculate shot out of her and drops of it started to drip on the carpet below me. She shook and her moans became slower and quieter and a few moments later I felt the pressure on my head release as her orgasm finished.

    I slowly retracted my fingers and lifted my head, the moistness covering my face and more drops falling on the carpet.

    “Oh, fuck,” Cheryl breathlessly said as she looked down on me. “You’re covered.”

    I made an exaggerated play of licking my lips and wiping my face to gather the sweet liquid and offer it to her to taste which she did, holding my wrist to her face as she ran her tongue around each finger. I moved back and looked down on the carpet and saw a couple of dark patches from where it had dripped. Cheryl sat up and, looking down and seeing her cum soaking in, reached over to the bedside table, pulled a few tissues from the box sat there and passed them to me.

    I began dabbing the patches then rubbed gently hoping the friction would help it dry quicker. It was then that I noticed the cardboard box just poking out from under the bed. I wouldn’t have given it a second glance but the box was obviously old and had a split on the underside. Poking out from the split was a photograph showing the naked leg of someone in a shower. Curiosity got the better of me and I gently pulled more of the picture out and was surprised to see that it was Sonia in the picture.

    It had been taken when she was in the shower and from an angle that showed it had been taken from low down by the bathroom door. Sonia was half-turned in the picture. The side of one breast showing along with a clear view of her arse. I passed it up to Cheryl who was still getting her breath back.

    “Have a look at this,” I said as she took it from me. “Someone’s been taking naked pictures of Sonia.”

    “Where did you find this?” she asked examining the photo.

    “From this.” I said and pulled the flat box out from under the bed and placed it on the bed next to Cheryl. I went to lift the lid off when Cheryl held my wrist.

    “Do you think we should? I mean, it’s not ours and we really shouldn’t be nosing around other people’s property.”

    “I agree, but why is there a naked picture of Sonia here and what else is in this box. There could be more pictures and, if there is, it’s only fair that we should warn her.” Cheryl nodded and let go of my wrist allowing me to remove the lid.

    I don’t know which of us let out a gasp of surprise first when we saw the first items in the full box were a pair of vibrators, one large and one which was of the ‘bunny’ type with clit simulator. Next to these was an inflatable butt-plug and two others of the normal type, one bigger in length and girth than the other. Next was a bottle of lube which, judging by its weight, was almost empty. I started to remove each item and lay them in order on the bed. Two bottles of high-strength poppers was followed by an anal douche which was starting to look a bit ragged out of use. These were followed by two sets of anal beads of different sizes and lengths and a double-headed dildo. Several hardcore porn magazines followed; a mixture of group gangbang, a couple of gay men’s and about five lesbian mags.

    It was underneath these that we found the pictures. Almost all seemed to be taken on a telephone and printed on a home printer judging by the quality of the paper. There was about twenty of Sonia, all of them of her naked and taken from an angle that clearly showed that Sonia was unaware. Some were of her in the shower, several of her in the bedroom either undressing or dressing and some that had been taken through the gap of an open door of her in the bedroom masturbating. Some showed she was just using her fingers but another showed her using a small beer bottle.

    “Oh fuck,” Cheryl exclaimed as we went through each picture. “Oh fuck, her daughter must have taken these. What’s her name?”

    “Sophie,” I replied as I pulled out more pictures. “If I remember correctly she’s about twenty. Sonia and her ex adopted her when she was fifteen, along with a boy of the same age.”

    “At least they’re not related.” Cheryl said as she thumbed through each picture and placed them on the bed. “because that would be, well, weird.”

    I pulled out some more pictures similar to the photos of Sonia which showed someone different in the shower. It was a young male of about twenty who had a very, very big cock. Several more pictures showed him in his bedroom getting dressed or undressed and then finally three pictures of him having sex with a girl in various positions in his bedroom. Most of the pictures had been taken through gaps in doors but these looked like they were taken from a different part of the room. I studied them a bit closer and realised that they had been taken from inside a wardrobe.

    “She’s a sneaky one, isn’t she?” Cheryl said when I showed her these. “Hiding in a wardrobe while her brother shags someone. A bit pervy, but very erotic.”

    More pictures followed which really did surprise us. Again, they had been taken from a wardrobe but these were of a different girl and she was getting gang-banged by a group of black men. The girl was sat on a guys cock while another man was fucking her arse from behind. Another man was kneeling in front of her and was holding her head as his cock was deep in her mouth. Four other men were stood around with hard cocks in their hands, probably waiting their turn. There was about twenty of these pictures, all showing the girl getting fucked by each man in various positions and ways. The last couple of pictures was of the girl on her knees having her face covered in cum by each man wanking and cumming on her.

    “That must be ‘Glo,’ the step-sister.” I said pulling the final pile of pictures from the box.

    “What a slut,” Cheryl said but in a jovial manner. “Having a black man gangbang. Lucky girl.”

    The next set of pictures were a real eye-opener. I expected them to be of her step-brother, but instead they showed Neil Campbell and had been taken outside in a wooded area. He was naked and bent against a tree as another man was clearly fucking his arse with two others watching cocks in hand. As we ran through the pictures it showed him getting fucked by each man before the final pictures of him fucking a young guy against a different tree and looked like it had been taken at a different time.

    “Now Sonia has her proof that Neil is gay, or at least bi.” I said as I took the last pictures out of the box, Cheryl nodding in agreement as she looked at each pic closely. “Definitely bi,” I said passing Cheryl the last few pictures. The first couple showed Neil in a car and were taken from through the rear window. Neil was sat naked on the back seat and was receiving a blow job from a naked brunette followed by three pictures of him having sex with the woman.

    Cheryl placed these next to the others on the bed and said,

    “So, Sophie is a bit of a voyeur who gets off by taking pictures of her family then wanking over them. Whatever turns her on, I suppose.”

    “Bit weird though, isn’t it?” I said placing the pictures back in the box followed by the magazines and toys. “Judging by the pictures of Sophie,” I pointed around the room at the various framed photos of her, “She’s a very attractive young lady who could get laid many times over. Why resort to this?”

    We both looked at the pictures around the room of Sophie that were taken at different places either with Sonia and her brother or with her friends. The one on the bedside table stood out. It was of Sophie on holiday standing by, what looked like, a hotel pool. She had a skimpy white bikini on and was standing proudly smiling with her hands on her hips having just stepped out of the pool. Her breasts were an average size for a twenty year old, looked firm with the nipples protruding and clearly showing through the thin, wet material. Her long hair was wet but the other pictures showed her to be a redhead.

    Cheryl reached over and picked up the picture and traced her finger over the outline of the girl in the photo.

    “I don’t know why she does it,” she said in a suggestive manner. “But I’ll tell you one thing, I would dearly love to fuck her and I bet you would to?”

    “Absolutely.” I said as she handed it to me for a closer look before I placed it back. I made sure that everything was back in the box as we had found it, put the lid on and slid it back under the bed.

    Cheryl laid back down on the bed and pulled me to her. We began kissing; slowly at first before harder, faster and more urgent while we ran our hands over each other’s bodies to touch, fondle and explore. Cheryl gripped my hard cock and wanked me as I pushed two fingers easily into her still wet pussy. She broke her mouth away from mine and edged down until she took my cock helmet between her lips and ran her tongue around it while gently squeezing my balls. She began to take me further into her mouth until her nose pressed against the stem and she bobbed her head up and down for a couple of seconds before coming up for air. She took a couple of deep breaths then went down on me again, my cock sliding completely in and, I don’t doubt, reaching her tonsils.

    She came up for air again and, before she could continue, I pulled her up to lay beside me. I parted her knees and fell on her, my cock sliding straight in her pussy to its entire length. She let out a large gasp and threw her arms around my neck, her tongue pressing between my lips to meet my own as I started to fuck her. I leaned back and held her ankles by my head and rammed into her, each thrust causing her to yell out and dig her hands into my arse cheeks, pulling me into her. I fucked her that way for a little while before she pushed me back and turned onto her hands and knees. She parted her legs and looked back over her shoulder with a saucy smile as she wriggled her arse from side to side waiting for me to slip into her again. I lined my cock to her pussy lips and slowly entered her, a little sigh coming from her as I pushed my entire length into her. I reached up and gripped both shoulders and carried on fucking her.

    “Yes, yes, FUCKING YES!” she shouted as her excitement built up and not caring who might have heard us. I reached under her and grabbed both breasts, squeezing both nipples hard and pulled her back until she was sat back on me. She turned her head and our tongues met again, thrashing between our mouths as she slowly moved her hips up and down on me, my cock sliding almost out and then crashing back in as she let her weight go. She reached up behind her and, with both hands, held my head in her arms while I still played with her nipples. She sighed, panted and moaned as she bounced slowly up and down on me and began to moan louder when I moved a hand down and pinched her clit between my fingers. She let out a sudden yell and I felt my fingers on her clit get wet as she suddenly came with no warning. She yelled several times over and her body stiffened and clamped my cock in her. She shook for a few moments then relaxed as she stopped cumming.

    She reached down for my wet fingers and pulled them to her mouth where she slowly and seductively licked each finger of her ejaculate.

    “Oh Steve,” she panted as she put her hands back to my head and bought our lips together again for a brief but slow and tender kiss. “Oh Steve, this is great, so fucking great. I could do this forever. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now.”

    She moved her off me and she lay back on the bed, legs and pussy open wide.

    “Like this. It’s our last time and I want to face you when we cum.” I didn’t need asking twice. I fell back into her and fucked her fast and hard keeping my thrusts to a steady rhythm and hoping I wouldn’t cum too soon. She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my hips while we kissed and all too soon, I felt the all too familiar feeling of my cum rising and getting ready to shoot. I looked at her and she knew what was about to happen. She nodded, held tight to me and, without breaking eye contact, I came deep in her. I used long and slow thrusts to fill her and kissed her as the last of my load emptied out of me.

    “Oh Steve,” she whispered when I stopped, spent of cum. “This can’t end, it really can’t. I love Phil but I want you. Please tell me this isn’t the end.” I held her tight and kissed her before answering,

    “It has to end. Jay and I have an agreement and I would never cheat on her. You’re amazing and, if I could continue this, I would. I really would. But I would never hurt nor cheat on Jay.” Cheryl stroked my face and nodded saying,

    “You really are the most wonderful man I have ever met.” We lay there kissing for what seemed like an eternity before she said, “I think we had better move or else Sophie will wonder who’s cum stains are on her bed.”

    I eased myself off her and quickly stood up. Cheryl swung her legs over the bed and reached for a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table. She cleaned all my cum from her and bunched the tissues into a ball. We both dressed then stood kissing for a bit longer, neither wanting to leave that room and end our own part of the London adventure.

    We then heard voices on the landing outside which faded as they went into the guest bedroom. I opened the door a little and saw Kylie, Kelly, and Sonia walk in followed by Stacey and James with the hand-held cameras. I indicated for Cheryl to keep quiet and we both moved slowly out of Sophie’s room and shut the door behind us. As we reached the stairs we were confronted by Phil, Manus and Paul walking up.

    “I wondered where you two were,” said Phil as they passed us and headed towards the guest bedroom. “You nearly missed all the fun. The girls are going to do watersports with each other and Manus.”

    “Cool,” I said trying to sound as if I hadn’t just fucked his wife for the third time in two days. “Where’s Katy? I thought watersports was her idea?”

    “Yeah, she won’t be doing anymore today,” answered Paul. “She said she wasn’t feeling too good and then I heard her asking Sue if she had a tampon. She’s resting up in the lounge.”

    “How did it the anal go?”

    “You missed a real treat,” answered Paul wiping the sweat from his brow. “We kept swapping as we fucked their arses and could have continued all afternoon until someone said they were going to cum.” He nodded towards Phil who jovially put his hands up in defence.

    “Yes, yes, it was me. It really was all too much and I couldn’t keep holding back. I gave Sue a discrete nod who winked at Patty who then cut the action.”

    “Thankfully,” added Paul, “As I was ready also. So Kelly knelt on the floor and we both came in her mouth and on her face and, fuck, it was a lot of cum. She took a big mouthful then Kylie laid down, opened her mouth and Kelly dribbled the entire load into her mouth. She held it there while Kelly laid down and then she dribbled it all back into her mouth. She then swallowed the whole lot. It’s going to look great on the screen.”

    Manus, who was stood listening then added,

    “I came in Sonia’s arse and, wow, what a sensation that was. Her arse is so tight and I just came and came and came. That’s one orgasm I am not going to forget in a long time. Although what followed will also stay with me. Kelly got behind Sonia’s arse and stuck her tongue in as deep as she could reach, licking and lapping up all of my cum as it flowed out. She then laid underneath her as Sonia squatted and pushed the remainder out straight into her mouth. She swallowed the lot.”

    Both Cheryl and I were wide-eyed with what we had heard. We had only known Kelly for a couple of days and would never have imagined that this side of such a sweet girl even existed.

    “She really is dirty that girl,” Phil said. “But perfect for this film. You coming to watch the action?”

    I looked at Cheryl who said,

    “We’ll watch on the kitchen monitor. I fancy a coffee. What about you?” she asked me. I nodded and we made our way down to the kitchen where Mary, Keith, Clive, Sue, Jim, Simon, Sara, Jay and Mike were watching the monitor waiting for the handheld cameras to be switched on so that the action in the bathroom could be seen.

    “You alright?” I asked approaching Jay and putting my arms around her shoulders.

    “Mmm…oh yes,” she purred. “I’m absolutely fine. Been having fun?”

    “Oh yes.” I answered.

    “I know.” She said standing up and wrapping her arms around me. “Me and Simon heard you fucking Cheryl again. Don’t tell Patty. She won’t be happy if she finds out that you could have gone for a second round.”

    “And you and Simon. We saw what you were doing.”

    “I know you did. I saw you both in the mirror watching through the gap in the door. I must admit, I got more turned on knowing someone was spying on me. I came and I mean really came when Simon’s fist went in further. I have never ever felt anything like that in my entire life. After that he fucked me in the arse and came again. But if Patty asks we’ll tell her we were admiring the view of the garden from the bedroom windows.” She winked again as Cheryl passed me a coffee and the three of us sat down to watch the bathroom action.

    The cameras were activated and we just caught sight of Patty leaving the shot as Sonia knelt on the floor of the shower directly facing Stacey with the hand-held camera. James was stood outside of the shower glass and filming her from the side angle. Kylie and Kelly stood out of shot next to Manus and waited their que.

    Sonia faced the camera through the glass and stared directly into the camera as we heard Patty say “Action.”

    “Oh my,” Sonia said. “What a day this has become. First I have lots of sex with lots of people and now I’m about to witness something called a ‘golden shower.’ I wonder what that could be?”

    Kelly came into view and knelt next to Sonia. She pulled Sonia’s face to her own and visibly pushed her tongue into her mouth. Sonia responded and they kissed open-mouthed for a few moments showing their tongues rubbing together and little trails of saliva swapping between each mouth. Kylie then knelt next to them and joined in with kissing each girl in turn in the same manner of tongues on show.

    James camera then showed Manus enter the shower and stand in front of the three woman. He held his cock out in front of him and slowly moved it from one girl to another as if deciding which one he would stop in front of. The girls eyes followed his cock as it passed between them but none made a move to touch it; they just watched and waited. Manus stopped in front of Kelly who moved her face close to his helmet and opened her mouth. A quick spurt of piss shot out of his cock and into her mouth before he stopped and waited while she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed the pale liquid.

    Manus then moved in front of Kylie and did the same, short squirt into her mouth and on to her face. She closed her mouth, swallowed then stroked her fingers through the piss on her face and licked each finger. Manus moved in front of Sonia who was looking reluctant to take part but she gave a small nod, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Manus let out a short stream into her mouth which she allowed to puddle on her tongue before swallowing. She kept her eyes shut as if to evaluate the taste and flavour before opening them and smiling at Manus.

    Kylie and Kelly leant into Sonia and placed their faces cheek to cheek with her. They must have had a signal from Patty as all three girls opened their mouths wide. Manus let out a long stream of piss first into Sonia’s mouth then moved slowly side to side filling each girls mouth who then swallowed each mouthful and opened their mouths again for more.

    How much Manus had drank in preparation for this I didn’t know but he pissed on all the girls for what must have been a full minute and by the time he dribbled to a halt, each girls face had been covered and they had drank and swallowed what they could.

    Manus stepped out of the shower leaving the girls to resume kissing open-mouthed again and rubbing each other’s breasts. Kylie then stood up as Kelly gently pulled Sonia to lie down pressing her face against hers as Kylie moved around to face the camera and squat over the girls faces. She let out a long stream of piss directly on to Sonia’s and Kelly’s faces, covering both and filling their willing, open mouths.

    Sonia held Kelly tight as lay there getting soaked from Kylie’s piss. They held their mouths open and drank in all they could as Kylie squatted over them smiling as she emptied her bladder. Kylie stopped and Sonia embraced Kelly, running her tongue around Kelly’s face to lap up as much piss that settled there. They then kissed hard, each tongue showing as they moved their open mouths against each other. Kelly moved away and stood allowing Kylie to lay next to Sonia to repeat lying with their mouths open as Kelly let out long, warm streams of piss over them both. They let their mouths get filled before closing and swallowing with an exaggerated gulp. Then Sonia stood and pissed over Kelly and Kylie as they lay embracing each other, rubbing their tongues together open-mouthed as Sonia used her fingers to guide the long, hard jet of piss over both girls faces.

    Sonia stopped pissing and began to rub her clitoris as she watched both girls start to finger each other as they laid under her. The excitement of what she had just done caused her to cum quickly and shake droplets of her ejaculate over both girls who sat up and caught what they could in their mouths. Sonia’s legs shook as she came to the end of her orgasm and she slumped down to lay next to both girls who held her tight either side of her shaking body. They rested their heads on her shoulders and she shut her eyes, panting to get her breath back.

    “Cut.” Patty said and everyone watching in the kitchen gave a round of applause and a loud cheer that was clearly heard by Sonia who shakily stood up and gave a bow to both of the cameras.

    Patty spoke to the three girls before the cameras shut off and shortly afterwards Patty, James, Phil, Stacey and Paul joined us in the kitchen.

    “They’re going to have a shower then come down for the final scene.” Patty explained to us. “I will need everyone dressed and ready by the time they come down. Will Katy to do Sonia’s makeup?”

    “Yes, I’ll be okay to do it.” Said a voice behind Patty as Katy entered the kitchen. Patty gave her a hug and asked,

    “Are you okay?”

    “Yes, I’ll be fine. The first day is always the worst but this happens all the time and I can still work.” Patty poured two coffee’s and handed one to Katy who gratefully accepted it before she left the kitchen to gather her makeup bag.

    Those of us in the kitchen finished off the remaining food and talked about the film and everything that had occurred. Jay leaned against me and I could tell that she was exhausted after everything that she had done. Exhausted and, no doubt, feeling a bit stretched and sore. A short while later Sonia came into the kitchen in a dressing gown and running a towel through her hair.

    “Go and see Katy,” Patty said running a pencil through her *********** that she still clutched. “Get your hair and makeup back together and get dressed. “We’ll film the ending when you’re ready.”

    Sonia took the remaining sausage roll and went into the lounge followed by James and Stacey. The static cameras were still turned on and I watched as Sonia picked up her clothes from the floor and take them into the snug to sit in front of Katy who dried Sonia’s hair with the hair dryer then began applying makeup to her. James could be seen checking the cameras before leaving the room, passing Patty as she went in and looked around the empty lounge. Stacey was moving around the room with the hand-held camera with a *********** in her hand, checking the final camera angles that she would film.

    I watched Patty approach her and, presumably, start a conversation about the final scene and, judging by the way Patty pointed around the room, explained where Stacey should stand to capture the final shots. Stacey put the hand-held camera down and stood close to Patty as she was shown the *********** Patty was holding. Patty moved and leaned with her elbows on the back of a sofa, her arse bent towards the camera. Her arse looked great as the material of her romper tightened as she bent over. Stacey leaned on the sofa next to her and this time her short skirt rose up a little. A couple more inches and it would have been classed as a belt. I could just make out the bottom curve of Stacey’s arse as the skirt rose up a little more. Patty was saying something and occasionally looking p and around and then put her arm around Stacey’s waist as she held the *********** in her other hand and pulled her closer as she showed her the ***********. The action seemed innocent and natural at first until I saw Patty’s hand move slightly lower and, slowly and gently, begin to rub the top of Stacey’s bum cheek. The static camera’s picked up the front and back view of the pair as they talked and Stacey face and body language showed no reaction to the hand that was caressing her.

    I looked around at the group in the kitchen who were merrily chatting away and oblivious to what was happening on the monitor. Jay had her eyes shut and was having a nap leant against me. I looked at Cheryl and the look on her face showed that she had seen what was happening on the screen. Our eyes met and then we automatically looked around the room for Mike who was talking to Clive, oblivious of his wife’s actions.

    Cheryl and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows and then looked back to the monitor where the split-screen showed the front view of Patty and Stacey as they looked closely at the *********** while the rear view showed Patty’s hand softly rubbing Stacey’s bum cheek. The volume on the monitor was turned down and we couldn’t hear what was being discussed and I daren’t turn it up for fear of bringing their actions to the attention of the group in the kitchen, Mike in particular.

    Patty leaned her face close to Stacey’s as she raised the *********** higher so they could both clearly read it, while her other hand moved further around Stacey’s bum cheeks and closer to her arse crack. A few more gentle rubs and she had moved her hand until she was gripping her arse cheek while her little finger had found Stacey’s arse crack. She held Stacey’s bum cheek and moved her little finger between the bum crack where it gently rubbed and probed against the thin material of Stacey’s skirt.

    At this point Stacey reacted by looking up quickly from the *********** and turned her face towards Patty’s, presumably to ask what she thought she was doing groping her arse. Their faces were inches apart and I expected Stacey to say something but she didn’t. Patty ignored the sudden movement and carried on talking. I expected Stacey to move away or at least say something but she did neither. Instead she turned her face back to the *********** and continued to listen to Patty as if nothing was wrong.

    Patty must have realised that Stacey wasn’t going to react and got braver by lowering her hand slowly under Stacey’s arse until it found the short hem of the skirt. I looked at Cheryl who was watching wide-eyed. She glanced at me with a look of shock on her face before looking back at the monitor. I glanced around the kitchen and checked that no one else was watching the monitor and then looked back at the action on the screen.

    Patty moved her hand under Stacey’s skirt and began rubbing her fingers up and down the thin string of Stacey’s G-String where it covered her pussy and up between her arse cheeks. At this point I expected Stacey to react and she did, by bending over further to allow Patty more access. Patty rubbed Stacey’s pussy through the G-String material then used her thumb to ease the material loose allowing her to ease her fingers underneath. Stacey’s face gave a start and she stopped staring at the *********** and looked straight ahead, her mouth open in surprise but saying nothing. Patty rubbed Stacey’s bare pussy and then must have inserted a finger as Stacey gave a start and must have gasped. She turned her face towards Patty who was leaning in very close. Their eyes met just as Patty leaned in and kissed her. Stacey responded and I saw both their mouths open and Patty’s tongue enter Stacey’s mouth. Both woman shut their eyes and kissed slowly as their tongues went from mouth to mouth and Patty fingered Stacey, her hand moving faster under the skirt.

    I then noticed that the talk that had been going on around us had quietened down apart from Mike and Clive who were in conversation by the back door behind us. I looked around and saw everyone apart from Mike and Clive watching the monitor. They all had surprised looks on their faces as they saw what Patty was doing to Stacey. How much they had seen or for how long I didn’t find out until much later but they were clearly shocked.

    Clive could also see what was happening on the monitor and was trying to keep Mike in conversation while glancing over at the screen. I wanted to use some form of physic mind-melding to Clive to keep Mike talking in the hope that he wouldn’t notice but since I don’t have those gifts, it was inevitable that Mike would notice he silence and look over to see what everyone was watching…and he did.

    His face dropped as he saw what his wife was doing with Stacey and he slowly walked over to stand next to me, not taking his eyes off the screen.

    “What…the…fuck is Patty doing?” he said finding it hard to speak the words.

    I couldn’t answer. None of us could. This was as unexpected to us as it was to him. He didn’t know about Patty’s affair with another woman and he had never mentioned anything about knowing, or even wondering, if his wife was a lesbian. He stood open-mouthed in shock watching as Patty kissed and fingered Stacey, with, I reckon, at least three fingers.

    Nobody said a word. We sat in silence watching the events going on in the lounge; Patty and Stacey unaware that the static cameras were still sending a feed to the monitor that was now being watched by most of the group. Patty then retracted her hand from Stacey’s pussy and stood upright pulling Stacey with her while they still kissed. Patty took Stacey’s face in her hands and kissed her again, her fingers of her right hand glistening with Stacey’s juices.

    Suddenly, she stepped back and pretended to look at the *********** as Sonia walked in carrying her clothes. She smiled at both Patty and Stacey and started a conversation with Patty as she got dressed, completely unaware of what had been happening.

    Mike stepped to one side and leant against the wall, still open-mouthed in shock at what he had just seen. He cleared his throat then said in a quiet and quivering voice to us all,

    “Please don’t say anything. I’ll deal with this later when we get home. For now, let’s just finish the film.” There was a mix of nods and ‘no problems,’ ‘we won’t say anything,’ from the group as Mike thanked us, composed himself and shakily poured himself a coffee.

    “Better get back in there for the final scene.” Sara said prompting everyone to get up and start leaving the kitchen to head into the lounge. Mike stayed where he was leaning against the wall clutching his coffee cup. He looked visibly shocked and upset, gazing into space shaking his head. Moments later there was just Myself, Cheryl and a sleeping Jay left in the kitchen with him.

    “Did you know?” I asked, hoping that he would reply something like, ‘I had an inkling,’ or ‘I had my suspicions,’ but he shook his head and replied,

    “I had no idea. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What the fuck do I do now?” He bought the coffee cup up to his mouth but his hands were shaking too much for him to take a sip. He put the cup down and put his face in his hands. “It’s no wonder she’s gone off sex. I’m the wrong gender. She wants cunt, not cock.”

    Cheryl stood up and hugged him.

    “It will be okay,” she said as she held him. “She still loves you. It just seems that she has an attraction for woman, or younger girls. It seems bad now but who knows how the future will unfold. Maybe you’ll have a threesome with some hot, young thing. Most men only fantasise about this sort of situation. You may be lucky enough to have the real thing.”

    She let him go and made her way to the door. “Whatever happens in the future you need to be ready for the present. We’re filming the final scene in a minute and you need to calm down if you don’t want to let on yet that you know. Steve, you had better wake Jay.” She winked at me as she left the room.

    I gently shook Jay who woke immediately.

    “Final scene.” I said to her.

    “Okay. Was I out for long?”

    “Only about twenty minutes.” I stood and took her by the hand. “Come on sleepy. Let’s get this done. You coming Mike?”

    Mike nodded and managed a few sips of his coffee before joining us to go in the lounge. Sonia was sat in the armchair in the same position with the same magazine as the start of the film. Stacey had the hand-held camera in her hand and was bending over pointing it directly at Sonia’s face. James checked the monitor behind the static camera and said, “That’s good. Hold that position Stacey.”

    Patty clapped her hands and said to everyone,

    “Final scene time. Everybody apart from Steve is to crouch down behind the sofa. I know there isn’t much room but try to position yourselves tight together.” She stepped back and looked at the view from a static camera that was pointing towards Sonia with the sofa to her side. I moved next to her and had a look at the screen. The view showed Sonia on an armchair at a right angle to the sofa.

    “I can see a leg sticking out.” Patty said and the offending leg moved back and out of sight. “Okay Sonia. Let’s have a couple of run throughs before we start filming. You’ll start your speech direct to camera. Steve will ring on the doorbell and enter just as you end. Do you have the stopwatch Mike? The speech should be about 45 seconds.”

    Mike didn’t reply at first and for a split second, I wondered if he was going to have it out with her now. Instead, he pulled the stopwatch out of his pocket, smiled and answered, “Yep. I’m ready.”

    “Off you trot then you two.” Patty said ushing us out the room. “Once Sonia’s had a practise we’ll go for a take, in about ten minutes. When we’re ready I’ll give you a shout. Wait by the front door and time it from when I say action. When you hear the word ‘orgasm’ ring the doorbell then Steve will come in. Sonia. Keep an eye on the second hand of the clock on the mantelpiece. Try and time your speech to be exactly 45 seconds.”

    “Okay,” Sonia said and put her head back on the armchair cushion, pretending to be asleep.

    Mike and I went to the front door, opened it and waited on the threshold. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before he said to me,

    “How do you cope seeing Jay with other men? Don’t you get angry?”

    I thought about his question for a moment and chose what I hoped would be the right answer for him to hear.

    “At first it was exciting yet worrying. It was only a few days ago that all this started. Neither of us had ever cheated on the other before and when I watched Phil go down on her I was instantly excited. Simon, Clive and Keith proceeded to gangbang her, Simon twice including anal-one thing I thought she would never do. I probably should have stopped it but the look of joy on her face and the amount of orgasms she was having told me that it was okay. We then agreed that ‘whatever happened in London, stays in London’ and when we get home we just enjoy each other and keep this week as a very pleasant, but erotic, memory.”

    Mike looked at me in shock and I realised that neither I nor jay had told him about anything that had happened that week. After a moment of silence during which he took the information in he asked,

    “Do you mean to say that up until a few days ago neither of you had done any, er, sharing?”

    “That’s right,” I replied. “That was only the start. I think you need to know exactly what has happened this week.”

    So I told him.

    To be continued in Part Twenty One when the week of swinging draws to a close.


  • Nicole’s Feet Finally–The Next Morning and the Landlord

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    We awake in our new cottage and surprise the voyuer landlord with sexual inhibitions. . .

    “Hey! I told you her tits were mine!” I was awakened to Nicole’s voice chastising me for my dirty deed with Yami. She popped my ass. I immediately sat up to get away from her. “Damn, ya’ll fucked again after I went to sleep?”

    “Yep. After I rubbed her down, she wanted to suck on my cock to go to sleep and it went from there. I guess I was too pooped to move after I got done.”

    “You must have been pooped. It’s after Noon. So you trying to steal my man, Yami?”

    “Why no ma’am. I was just a paying my rent.” We all laughed. Nicole put her feet in Yami’s face and rubbed them all over her lips. “God, they still stink. How do mine smell, Kevin?”

    She didn’t have to ask twice. I was on them like a bee to honey. All I could say was “MMMM!” in between licking the lint from her shoes from between her toes. How did I miss that last night?

    “Well, don’t get too carried away down there baby. I have breakfast cooked, Time to go eat—food in the kitchen that is!” Nicole returned.

    “Not till I get my appetizer!” I demanded. “Yami, lay beside her so she can suck on your tits, now. I think you owe a little more rent!” I grabbed Nicole and slid her to the center of the bed where I threw her legs up into the air so I could smell her feet and lifted Yami’s left foot to my face, too. It didn’t take but a couple of minutes of smelling the stench of their feet until I was close to coming. I stood up on the bed and jerked myself off. Strings of cum fell upon both cute little faces and upon their breasts. Nicole reached down with her finger to taste it. “Nope, leave it there. I want you both to eat breakfast like that for torturing me and making me wait this long. Put your shoes back on but that is all.

    Both girls did as they were told and made their way to the kitchen where we all sat down to eat. We were sitting back in our chairs making small talk enjoying our coffee. Yami and I were smoking and Nicole was making her objections as a nurse to the second hand smoke. “Please don’t make me quit, baby. I enjoy it so much.”

    “As much as you enjoy my feet?”

    “Not nearly as much,” I replied.

    Snoopy started barking with a knock at the door. The girls started to run for cover, but I was suddenly turned on. I could hear the landlord’s dog barking and knew it was him. I became aroused by both the thought of him seeing us and both girls feet in my lap. I told Yami to come sit on my lap and my stiff cock and told Nicole to answer the door. To my enjoyment, both girls did as they were told and the landlord came in with big eyes.

    “What the hell? I saw the extra cars so I thought I would come make sure you didn’t have a party going on. Looks like you had one hell of a party last night!” He tried not to stare at Nicole’s beautiful body or Yami sliding up and down on my dick. “You know I am going up on the rent, right?”

    “Look, Mr….?”

    “Cletus,” he responded.

    Nicole continued. “Whatever you paid for the house, we will compensate you for it and the work you have done here. I think this little cottage will do nicely for our fuck sessions and we need a place to live. If I can keep my girlfriend Yami on my boyfriend’s dick long enough to get dressed and come over to discuss the details, I will buy the house and you won’t have to worry about us anymore. Please call me the next time you want to come over and discuss anything before you walk over to our new home. Okay?”

    Cletus was watching in angst at Yami bouncing up and down on my dick. She had now turned away from me and was facing the table, titties bouncing up and down as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Go ahead, baby, I’m not getting off this for a couple hours,” Yami responded.

    “Okay then, its settled,” Nicole said, now fingering her pussy as she watched her friend and lover reaching orgasm. “Now kindly don’t come back until I call you. We will discuss the details, I will have my lawyer draw up the paper work, and we can meet at his office and ….oh……oh…….” She was nearing climax as she spoke and her legs were growing weak from pleasuring herself. “ I’ll call you!” With that, she swung the door shut and ran over to join us at the table.. She laid on the table in front of Yami and opened her legs wide so Yami could devour her pussy. “Oh….Oh yes baby…..please don’t stop.” Nicole’s nails were digging into Yami’s back and her ankles were locked just above Yami’s ass. I stood up to fuck Yami properly and get Nicole’s feet in my face. I slipped off her shoes and devoured the still smelly feet in my face.

    “I love this. I think your feet are fucking awesome, baby!”

    “I’m afraid my shoes have made them stink again. I’m sorry baby.”

    “All the better….” My voice trailed off as I moved my dick from Yami’s pussy to her ass. I was pumping hard and fast. I could tell the landlord was still standing on the porch listening peering through the holes in the blinds. “God, your ass is so tight, Yami. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

    She let out a lot of moaning as I grinded into her. I was moving the table across the floor as I fucked her. It banged against the wall as I emptied my load into her. Snoopy came over and lapped up what ran out onto the floor. We all laughed at him.

    “Looks like we better move back to the bed,” Yami stated. I snatched her up and carried her to the living room.

    “Hey, you haven’t carried me yet!” Nicole chased me smacking me on the ass. I dumped Yami playfully on the couch and grabbed at Nicole. She was flailing trying to get away from me, so when I finally got hold of her, she was facing me with her ass in my face! I pinned her to the wall and opened her legs and got busy licking her sweet little pussy. Her head was too low to get to my dick correctly and I wouldn’t let her reposition herself because I was at a perfect angle. I lapped at licked as she got wetter and wetter and begged me to stop. She argued that I had really torn up her pussy the previous day and it was sensitive to my touch, even my tongue. She grabbed hold of my legs and just went with it. I was flooding her body with new found sensations. Yami came over and put her hand on my shoulder to turn me around. I did and she went to work on Nicole’s ass.

    Here I was, a man of 38, eating the shit out of a girl while her best friend and lover ate her asshole. Yami teased around Nicole’s ass crack watching the anticipation build in her pussy as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Each time I got close to bringing Nicole to the Big O, I would stop for a few minutes just long enough to let her cool down, pissing her off, but humoring me. I wanted this climax to be intense. Each time I would stop, Yami would enter Nicole’s asshole with her tongue, in and out, in and out. This was the only thing that kept Nicole from killing me. Finally I went for it and dove my face deep inside Nicole. I looked up at Yami and she whispered to me to let her know when I was close.

    I continued my playing, smelling, licking, teasing until I had so much pussy juice in my nose I didn’t know how much longer I could breathe. I could fill Nicole’s body stiffening beneath me. I looked at Yami to signal her. She wrapped her arms around us both to steady us and get into Nicole’s ass hole deeply. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could and licked just as far down as she could get. I continued flicking my tongue across Nicole’s clit and deep inside her pussy. Finally after only a few moments of loud yelling and moaning, Nicole sprayed me with an orgasm so intense that she locked her legs around my head. I was determined that I was not letting go of her pussy until she was spent. Her body tightened and she let out a series of spurts that covered my face and head with more fluid than I have ever seen a woman do. The first and most intense spray actually touched the ceiling.

    Yami kept her hands on my shoulders and kept her grip around us until she heard Nicole stop yelling and felt her go limp in my arms. “Oh my fucking, god. Please don’t drop me. I don’t think I can walk.”

    I just chuckled with delight and carried her over to the couch I had tossed Yami on and laid her out to rest. I staggered over to the TV and turned it on and grabbed the remote. Yami walked over to Nicole. “Time to clean you up, baby.” With that she knelt in front of her on the floor and proceeded with the tenderest care to lick all the juices off her vagina and legs and hips. I was watching, but much too tired to become aroused or even touch myself. When Yami finished, I asked her to tie the dogs outside and bring me a Coke please.

    “Yes, Master,” she replied and we all laughed. She returned and said it was my turn. Instead of sitting beside me, she stradled my lap, and licked my neck and face as Nicole watched. “Do I make you happy, Master?”

    “More than you will ever know,” I replied. As she finished cleaning my neck and face from Nicole’s explosion, she leaned in for a kiss. “I think you have paid your rent for this month, baby” and I smiled at her.

    “I certainly hope not!” She exclaimed. “I am looking forward to much much more of this! You guys are awesome. You weren’t kidding when you said you like feet or that all you have is repeat offenders. I used to wonder how anybody that was dumb enough to sleep with you would come back again. Now, I wonder how they stayed away. You understand foreplay, you know how to use your tongue to bring a woman to orgasm, and you damn sure know how to use your dick. My compliments on all the above. Nicole better never let you go. I will surely snatch you up! I would appreciate your letting me contribute in some way to the house finances. I guess me and Nicole should sit down and work out a plan. As long as you fuck me like you have for the last couple of days, that is all I want you to do. You can come in from work and sit down and let us wait on you for all I care.”

    Nicole chimed in, “I agree. In fact, I would rather have you at home all the time so I can get that dick whenever I want it. I know you are OCD and I can see you like keeping the house clean. We can do a little role reversal. Dick On Demand we will call it. I will pay your child support and pay for the house. Yami can buy groceries and pay her personal bills. The two of us can split utilities….I don’t know ….we will work it out. I’m not worried about it. As long as I can have you when and where I want you.” She leaned in to kiss me deeply.

    “There is no question of either of you ever being sexually frustrated. I will see to that. I would like to keep working though. I will talk to Reggie about working my schedule around you guys…..maybe just work half days or something. And I will only get paid on commission–no more draw. Nicole, I hate to put the financial burden on you, but if you can help me stay current on child support, I will keep the house clean, keep meals cooked, and financial records in order. And I will be at your sexual beckon and call 24/7.”

    “Kevin,” Nicole began, “I would rather have you at home at my beckon and call. I want you to stay home. My schedule will be rotating. That is why I got a $50,000 sign on bonus. I didn’t want to tell you that until I knew I was going to stay with you. Now I am sure. Yami and I can open a joint account and keep the income coming in. Yami, you don’t have to work two jobs anymore. Pick the one you like the most, and stick with it. I want you to have enough energy to enjoy the thing you love, like me.”

    “Damn gir! You go ahead with your bad self and that sign no bonus! I will always have enough energy for Kevin!” Yami quickly responded. We all laughed. “I like the extra cash waiting tables affords me but I do not like having to bust my ass to make money. And I am tired of having to flash a little cleavage to make good money. People just don’t tip anymore. Do you know I only made $250 last week for 6 nights? I can cut hair during the day and come home at night and let Kevin smell my dirty feet from standing up all day. Then he can keep the house clean and do grocery shopping and stuff and you can come home from work and relax. You will be mainly supporting the family so you deserve to not have to do anything at home. Well, nothing but get fucked! And I am sure your feet will sweat running around in the hospital for those long 12 hour shifts! I think we can make this work. Kevin can relax you every night. In fact, you should meet us at Sagebrush for dinner some nights and let Kevin rub your feet as Paige waits on us!”

    “Okay, okay, we will iron it all out later. Right now I just want to watch TV and cuddle with my babies. I make one new rule. This is an old house, so we will have to get central air and do some remodeling, but we can control the indoor environment and be comfortable. Since Kevin likes body smells, when we get home, Kevin will undress us and get his fill of our bodies smells and then we can go about our daily business,” Nicole said.

    I spoke up. “I have no problem with anything you gals decide. There is only one catch. Whenever you come in the door, be ready to be attacked. Cause I am a horny mother fucker and when I get you to the bedroom to undress you and smell your feet and pits and crotches, I am going to be hard as hell. Nicole, Yami, you two have made me so happy and completed me. I promise to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I love you Nicole. I love you Yami. Thank you for making this possible. Let’s go to bed.”

    With that, we all walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Yami ran back quickly to bring the dogs in–in the nude. She came back laughing saying that she thinks she gave the old men across the road a heart attack. We all collapsed on the bed laughing. We lay quietly watching TV. It was very nice. After I fell asleep for a little while, I was awaken to being tied down to the bed with drop cords I had in the house. “Wtf?” I asked.

    “Sorry, you didn’t have any rope,” Yami said. She had looked up from my waist where she and Nicole were sliding their tongues opposite each others up and down my dick. “Nicole wanted to bring you to a gushing orgasm as you did her.”

    “But I am too sensitive down there. It is hard for me to lay still and take it.”

    Nicole interjected. “Yami, do you want the honors?”

    “Honors for what?” I inquired as I lay there my body twitching as I tried to get away from the barrage of tongues and hands investigating my nether regions. With that, Yami stood up on the bed, faced away from me, squatted over me, opened her ass cheeks, and sat squarely on my my face. She had strategically placed her asshole directly in my mouth. I instantly started leaking precum. This was going to be fun!