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It was during her journey home from the office, where she was employed as a copywriter for a small publishing firm, that AnnaLee Bradley began making plans for the evening.

The weather for November in New York, was bitterly cold and the forecast gave no let up for the next few days. So, rather than go out, she decided upon a TV dinner washed down with a light californian white wine. Then allow herself to be entertained, in her two bedroom apartment, by her favourite TV chat show that she had recorded the previous evening.

One of her neighbours, Sarah Bernstein, was to have been among the audience for that evening’s show and AnnaLee wanted to see her reaction to the topic given in the TV guide, ‘Living With Your Sexuality – A Lesbian’s Viewpoint.’

Their paths had crossed on a number of occasions. A nod or swift, “Good morning,” was usual, though on two occasions they had talked briefly. Those momentary meetings had allowed AnnaLee some insight into her neighbour’s character.

A more poignant word to describe Sarah’s character would be – strange.

At twenty-four years of age and 130 pounds, both women were the same age and weight.

AnnaLee’s five foot seven inch figure was all curves, with over the shoulder wavy, dark brown hair that glowed with vitality. Her hair was parted slightly offset to allow one side of her oval face to remain partly hidden: her ‘Mata Hari look.’

Sarah always looked wickedly sensual. A redhead, whose tousled tresses jounced agilely to the quickness of her step. Her appearance demanded attention from both sexes. She had an imperious air that inflamed a reaction within the observer. They either admired what they saw or they yearned to stick out a foot, ‘Just to see the stuck up bitch land face first in the gutter.’

Sarah’s five foot eight, lithe figure, straight-line facial features, together with her power dressing and demeanour, hallmarked her as ‘a woman going places.’

To AnnaLee’s keen intuition she wondered if she could be a woman out of her depth who had developed a mask under which to hide her true self.

******

Having filled her appetite, from the stodgy TV dinner, AnnaLee lounged casually on her large, dark beige leather sofa. She held a glass of cool white wine by its stem in her right hand, whilst her other pressed the remote control and the TV/Video came alive.

The evenings chat show mixed audience participation with guest celebrities who aired their own thoughts and ideas as to how society in general viewed lesbianism.

The camera captured heart-rending emotions from individual experiences. Each woman had a story to tell and on at least three occassions Sarah could be seen on camera either close to an interviewee, or in close-up as an interested onlooker.

As the programme progessed the director obviously thought her looks warranted special attention because he focused more and more on her face. It was not long before the show’s female host got the message and asked Sarah a question.

“How has your life been affected by your sexuality?”

“I have no affinity towards these people. They are an abomination in the eyes of God and will be severely punished on the Day of Judgement.”

Completely unperturbed the host swept away from Sarah and moved onto another member of the audiece asking her, “Would you agree with that…”

AnnaLee gasped in amazement at what she had just heard. She had almost choked on her wine. Never in her mind had she considered Sarah to be religious, yet she had just condemned all lesbians.

“Who the hell does she think she is, making such a crass statement like that against me and my sister’s?” she said to the screen, though her words ‘crass’ and ‘sister’s’ were slightly slurred. “I’ll sort you out miss high and mighty.”

******

It was a little over two weeks later that AnnaLee put her plan into action.

Her goal was to lure Sarah to her apartment where she would seduce her, with the aid of some fine wine and music, then confront her with the video evidence from Sarah’s outburst on the chat show.

******

Sarah Bernstein studied the editorial photo’s for the twentieth time that day and rearranged them once more on her computer screen. Seemingly satisfied at last with the effect she tagged the file to an email and sent the results off to her publisher’s office in Montreal.

Pleased with her day’s work her thought’s were interrupted by a knock on her apartment door.

The door’s spy hole revealed a young woman who she recognised as one of her neighbour’s.

She unlocked the door and said, “Hello, AnnaLee.”

“Hi, Sarah, are you free for a few moments?”

“Sure, what is it that you want?”

“I’d like to invite you up to dinner. Either tonight or tomorrow evening. Which would be more convenient for you?”

“Well, that’s very kind of you but…”

“I’m sorry… Jack and I were hoping… That is… Look… Could I come in for a few moments?” she pleaded, “It’s kind of awkward out here.”

“Now you’ve got me intrigued. Sure. Come inside.”

They settled into a comfortable sofa and AnnaLee spun her web.

“I’ll start at the beginning, it will make things easier to understand, so, bear with me.

“A few weeks ago my brother Jack came to visit me and as we sat eating dinner he saw you on TV. Now, smitten is a small word but it has a great deal of meaning. Since that evening he’s been pestering me for an introduction so here I am asking you to dinner at my apartment with Jack and I. Will you say yes?”

“Well…”

“Truly you won’t be sorry. Look,” said AnnaLee, taking a crushed piece of glossy paper from her jeans pocket, “here’s Jack’s photo.” She passed it across to Sarah who studied the magnificent hunk wearing his swimming suit with pride.

“Mmmm,” muttered Sarah, apparently admiring what she saw.

“Jack works on Time magazine as a freelance reporter. Will you come?”

“Well… providing I bring the wine and that it’s tomorrow night? I have to visit someone tonight,” she stipulated, handing back the photo.

“Great. Yes of course. That’s a date then. Tomorrow night, say, around seven-thirty?”

Sarah stood up. “Please don’t expect too much from this dinner though, I don’t make friends easily and although Jack looks great, ‘beauty is only skin deep.’”

“I understand your feelings Sarah, and I’ll tell Jack that this is just a get together to allow you both time to get to know one another.”

As the door to Sarah’s apartment closed behind her, AnnaLee was heard to softly say, “Yesss.”

******

A great deal of research had gone into inviting Sarah for a meal, even down to the evening that she knew Sarah could be free.

AnnaLee had meticulously studied, followed and delved into Sarah’s past. She knew more about Sarah than probably Sarah knew about herself.

Sarah didn’t know that AnnaLee was an only child.

******

The smell of succulent cooking wafted through the opened door as AnnaLee, a glass of white wine in her hand, welcomed Sarah into her apartment.

“Hi Sarah, come inside. Let me take that bottle. We’ll certainly enjoy this with our meal,” she said, studying the label. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll join you in a glass of white wine, if I may?”

“Sure, sit down while I pour. I’m afraid that you and I will have to eat alone tonight though,” she said, nonchalantly. “Jack just phoned to say that he’s been called away on an assignment in Mexico. I hope this won’t spoil your evening?”

“No of course not. In spite of what I said to you earlier about my inability to make relationships work I tend to get along better with women than I do with men. Do you think that makes me a lesbian?”

AnnaLee almost let slip the wine glass as she handed it toward Sarah.

“Ummm… well. I think we should get along just fine because that about sums up my attitude to relationships too. Strange because it’s something I had not realised till you brought up the subject,” she lied.

“But you haven’t answered my question, AnnaLee,” said Sarah, sipping her drink.

“I’m sorry Sarah what was your question?”

“Do you think I may be a lesbian because I appear to get on better with women than I do with men?”

“No. I don’t think that at all. There are many ways a woman can feel at ease with another woman without there being any sexual connotation involved. Men have to compete. It’s in their very nature to do so, although today’s society makes them do it in ways that are far different to their fathers, forefathers or even their ancestors. A woman, may compete for a man’s affection but if they cannot gain sole ownership then in most cases they will compromise. If a man cannot completely have a woman to himself then he finds ways and means to eliminate the competition. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I understand what you are saying, but human relationships can be categorised to the nth degree without realising that the most basic relationship comprises of human emotions. We let our heart rule our head. For better or worse. My glass appears half empty?”

“No, I believe it’s still half full,” said AnnaLee, smiling.

“That’s right we both see the same thing but describe it differently.”

“Time to eat and feed those grey cells. Can I top up your glass while I serve dinner?”

“Yes, please. Can I help?”

“No, that’s alright. It won’t take a minute. All the preparation took place before you arrived,” said AnnaLee, topping up Sarah’s glass. “I won’t be long. You can put on some music if you like.”

AnnaLee disappeared into the kitchen.

They ate their meal to the accompaniment of ‘The Eagles’ latest CD – ‘Hell Freezes Over.’ Candlelight flickered romantically around the four square walls. Sarah mellowed considerably but whether this was due to the fine wine or AnnaLee’s good humour it showed in her laughter.

AnnaLee found that she loved Sarah’s laughter.

She took stock of the situation. She’d almost lost sight of her goal but could be forgiven. She so loved the sound of Sarah’s laughter that she constantly sought out gems from her memory of funny stories, anecdotes or situations in which she had found herself.

Sarah’s sides hurt from laughing. She had not had such a good time in… she knew not when. This woman had gone to so much trouble to seduce her that she wanted to reach out and touch her and say, “Stop, no more. Let’s not pretend. Take me in your arms and hold me. That’s the reality of this evening.”

How did she know?

It was the glint in AnnaLee’s eyes.

A man in love was sometimes condemned for ‘wearing his heart on his sleeve.’ For a woman in love it was in her eyes. All AnnaLee’s emotions were contained in two glittering orbs that spoke volumes of love, adoration, attraction, desire, passion, warmth, yearning, longing.

“Can we wash the dishes together?” said Sarah. “I’d like us to be together for the rest of the evening rather than for me to sit out here listening to you alone in the kitchen.”

“Well, I had thought of just leaving them until the morning.”

“If that’s what you want, AnnaLee, then we’ll wash them in the morning.”

She leant across the table and took AnnaLee’s hand in both her own. “Do you think it terrible of me for making the first move?” she whispered, softly stroking and manipulating AnnaLee’s hand.

“No. I’m a little subdued. Your laughter seduced me and I was definitly not ready for your question about lesbians when you arrived.”

“It’s a trait that I have when I’m not in control over the situation.”

“Would I be right in assuming that…” with realisation dawning, “would equally apply to audience participation on a recent chat show?”

“Oh, you saw my religious outburst,” she laughed. “Timed to bring the audience out of its melancholy.”

“You mean…”

“Before the show went on the air, the floor director asked me if, when questioned, my answer would be… what you heard. It served my own purpose as well. If any of the staff on the magazine were watching then they’d know that I was not a lesbian. I guess you also missed the sly wink from the show’s host. I have to tell you that I told her last night that it was over between us.”

“I… I’m… not sure I’m in control here.”

“Does it matter that much…”

Still holding hands they stood up and moved towards one another. The tension spun around them… or was it in them. They slipped easily into a warm embrace. Their perfume mingled. Softness. Tingling. Hearts pounding.

Still holding each other they broke slightly apart to allow their lips to brush. With closed eyes, their first kiss was a shadow of softness. The second a hint of passion. The third was a lustful urgency.

“Come with me,” whispered AnnaLee.

The time for talking was over. In the bedroom’s subdued lighting, they undressed each other, gazing at revealing patches of bronzed flesh as each garment was removed. AnnaLee kissed Sarah’s bared shoulder. Sarah reciprocated and this ritual was used as each item of clothing was removed.

At last, naked, they fell onto the bed.

“Hold me,” said Sarah, her eyes fixed onto AnnaLee’s, her voice husky with emotion.

For a long time they held one another.

“I want us to hold each other, like this, last thing at night and then upon waking. This way we won’t harbour bad feelings. It should keep our relationship stronger for longer.”

“Sarah, I see I’ve still got a lot to learn about relationships. Will you teach me?”

“No I won’t. We’ll learn together. Trust me, I’m a lesbian.” They laughed.

They made love. At first slowly, gently then more passionately.

From the lounge ‘The Eagles’ sang, “…they had one thing in common, they were good in bed.”

End

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The night before the wedding sees an amazing turn of events.

Something Blue

It was the night before Paul and Jane’s wedding and taps were running all over the house and hairdryers blowing a gale as everyone prepared to go out in their gender-determined parties. The men had an evening of revelry planned at the Blue Lion in the village, the women a chinese in the neighbouring town. Stereotypically, the men departed first, the entourage led by Paul the groom. His father Terry, my dad Arthur, Jane’s dad Charlie, grandad Harry, two middle aged cousins Jim and Joe and my goodself made up the numbers looking like something out of the start of Reservoir Dogs. Being a teetotaller and the proud owner of an MPV, Joe elected to drive.

The women’s group, when finally they got ready comprised the beaming bride-to-be Jane, her mum Helen, Paul’s mother Colleen, my mum Sheila, nana Gracie, Jim and Joe’s wives, Ann and Maggie, Lisa and Emily. I’d like to have seen what Emily had chosen to wear but the others were keen to press on to the pub.

We tossed £20 a man in the whip and, whilst Paul headed off to the bar to get the first round in, another £10 was demanded for ‘Paul’s entertainment’. Quickly I typed a text to Lisa, wishing her well and enquiring cheekily if she was out of the bath yet. Feeling emboldened, I delivered another to Emily, asking if she’d send me a picture to satisfy my curiosity.

The subsequent pint of nut brown cask ale went down an absolute treat, warming my innards. Not long into the second, my phone bleeped and I stepped aside to view the text, to the accompaniment of accusations from the older men of being under the thumb. Ironically, the text was from Lisa, causing my eyebrows to elevate: on our way…yay…bit of a squeeze…got emily on my lap 🙂

I growled wantonly beneath my breath, picturing my cousin’s lovely bum wiggling seductively as Lisa held her waist. Lisa was fast becoming a naughty girl, teasing me with such lustful imagery. In the space of a couple of days in the countryside, she’d gone from the crown princess of misery to a teasing little provocateur. The sense of longing was exacerbated by an attachment, a hand held shot of her and Emily’s faces, cheeks pressed together and smiling. I was disappointed not to see tops and skirts revealed but not half as disappointed as knowing they were there and I was here, in the company of the Chelsea Pensioners.

Another pint of real ale arrived, helping to take the edge off my melancholia though I found myself longing for ‘Paul’s entertainment’ to arrive, whilst furtively checking my phone every few minutes for word from the girl’s. Lisa did not disappoint: sitting down eating, a chinese elvis impersonator is singing lol.

The message was accompanied by a waist-up photo of Emily in a smart blue collared shirt. I was kind of relieved she wasn’t flauting herself in something ultra-revealing, my possessiveness for the girl taking on a whole new form. Thankfully, ‘Paul’s entertainment’ was about to arrive, though none of us could foresee the incredible turn of events about to grip the cosy little westcountry pub. “Here we go,” heralded Uncle Charlie who looked as if he hadn’t had sex since 1960.

In contrast, I still had Lisa’s vaginal aroma ingrained in the swirls of my fingertips. At Charlie’s words we all looked up to see a top heavy female police officer enter the pub. “Paul Taylor?” she enquired.

“Oh-aye lads,” Paul joked as she tottered forward, breasts jiggling, a nice fulsome curvature beneath the crisp white blouse. “Trust you lot,” he added with a tut, then addressing the ‘policewoman’: “It’s okay love, I’ll come quietly.”

With that he lurched forward and pulled her towards him, amid muffled squeals and protests. A big lump of a man, he easily overpowered her, the popping of buttons preceding the loosening of the white blouse. An impressive bosom heaved inside a strained bra. “Don’t be shy love,” Paul coaxed.

The pub door opened once more to reveal a second policeman, amale officer, surveying the unruly scene. Paul was mauling the woman and nibbling her neck as she put up a somewhat convincing retaliation. “Paul Taylor, we’ve found your stolen car.”

I spluttered my pint everywhere as somewhere on her way to the venue a stripper dressed in a nurse’s uniform earned the easiest £70 of her career.

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I read the text back before sending it to Lisa: paul arrested, dad, terry & uncle charlie down the police station.

The phone rang almost immediately. It was Jane that spoke breathlessly, firing off about a million and one questions in rapid succession. I could hear the other women in the background cackling like hens to find out what the hell was going on. I explained the misunderstanding as best I could, trying not to get Paul in any more trouble than he already was.

Twenty minutes later, a few of the women arrived at the pub, the others having headed off to the station to join their menfolk. Stiff drinks all round, constant phonecalls back and forth trying to establish the state of play, the small pub buzzed with activity like a beehive.

It was then that I discovered Lisa and Emily were nowhere to be seen. I’d seen them arrive and not leave, so they must still be on the premises – somewhere. My instinct took me to the ladies’ loo. Easing the door a little, careful not to make a sound, my hunch was right. Coming from one of the cubicles was heavy breathing and the smacking of lips. Naturally the door was bolted but I had to see. Finding a chair, carefully I moved it alongside, mounting.

Over the top I viewed both girls naked, clothes heaped in a neat pile. Lisa cupped Emily’s right breast and fed the erect nipple into her waiting mouth. Head tossed back and moaning sensually, the younger girl’s arm stretched around to comb her slender fingers through Lisa’s curled brunette locks. Lisa sucked for long moments on the tasty teat as Emily arched gymnastically and moaned wantonly. My cock twitched achingly, but I dared not do anything about it, in case someone came. The family was in enough trouble as it was without my adding indecent exposure to the list of crimes.

Slowly Lisa graduated to the other breast and, from the blissful look on young Emily’s face, it was as if my ex-girlfriend had been sucking nipples her whole life. Which, as far as I was aware, she hadn’t been. Certainly this was a side to her I’d never ever in my wildest dreams imagined possible. And I’d had some pretty wild dreams!

Having worked Emily’s left nipple frenziedly with lips and tongue, Lisa licked all the way up the other girl’s soft neck and over her chin, culminating in a passionate embrace. Emily’s fingers scraped Lisa’s scalp, their lips locked for ages, tongues delving sloppily, before the two eased back, faces a mix of shock and heated desire. Neither could quite believe this was happening and frankly neither could I.

Emily leaned in to stroke Lisa’s hips then bum, before pushing the older girl back aganst the door. Despite her tender years, Emily was clearly in control of the tryst. “What are you going to do to me,” asked Lisa coyly, stroking her stomach tenderly with one hand, the other gripping the coat hook above her head, waiting, anticipating and longing to feel Emily on her and in her. “I’ve never done this before with another, um, woman,” Lisa confessed, confirming what I’d suspected.

“Open your pussy for me,” the younger girl commanded, and Lisa obeyed, fingers reaching down to prise apart the slick pink labia.

Emily crouched, moving in like a stalking lioness within the cramped confines. Tongue fully extended, she pushed her head between Lisa’s legs to slurp the willing cunt from top to bottom. Barely stopping for air, Emily ate that delectable pussy, causing Lisa to squeal, groan, purr and bite her bottom lip, hand tightening in the coat hook. Despite her youth, clearly Emily was no amateur when it came to pleasuring one of fellow sex. Easing back, she giggled and asked: “How was that for you?”

Lisa vibrated her lips in reply.

“Now do the same to me,” Emily ordered.

Easing back on the toilet, legs spread, she willed Lisa to return the favour, parting her plump pussy lips with one hand, the other bringing Lisa’s face urgently to the trimmed blonde strip as she crawled close. Tentative at first, soon the older girl was licking with relish, rolling her tongue back and forth over Emily’s clit and belying her inexperience with women. I guess it helped knowing where her own special areas were located and transferring it, Emily’s evidently in the same vicinity. My sexy young cousin groaned, one hand toying with her nipples, the other reaching over to lightly spank Lisa’s dipping and rising bum.

This went on for precious moments before, out of the blue, Emily pushed a fingertip into Lisa’s tight puckered arsehole. From my vantage point, I gazed in awe though grimacing inwardly at the effect I knew this would have on my ex who was no fan of anything remotely anal. Lisa raised her head in a whimper, before plunging in once more inside the exposed cunt, moaning wantonly before hungrily feasting upon it once more.

In turn, Emily felt the chain of pleasure pass to her own body as she worked the digit in and out of Lisa’s tight arse, burying to the knuckle and stretching the little hole close to its tensile limit. Despite being in the centre of a ladies’ loo, it was becoming ever harder to resist reaching for a rock hard cock that was leaking precum on my boxers.

Then all of a sudden, an illadvised movement on my part gave the game away. Emily glanced up and our eyes met. I appealed with mine for clemency and the finger that had been embedded in Lisa’s arse elevated to my cousin’s lips in a shush motion, an almost evil grin settling upon her sweet young face. Knowing that I was watching as she seduced my ex-girlfriend seemed to arouse the girl no end, ever more fervent moans filling the room as she let Lisa’s tongue rove and squealed for my benefit.

Engrossed as she was in the bout cunnilingus, ears covered by Emily’s thighs, Lisa remained none the wiser as to my presence, Repositioning the digit at Lisa’s tight brown knot, the younger girl worked and worked and worked, twisting and turning, jabbing and stabbing until finally it was buried fully. Lisa whimpered, licking more ardently. Leisurely Emily rotated the constricted finger, causing Lisa to draw back. “Oh God, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

I continued to watch agog as Emily pulled the finger out with a discernible plop, raised it and beckoned to me. Lisa looked up, shock in her eyes. I watched Emily whisper in Lisa’s ear. My ex-girlfriend was so mesmerised by desire that she seemed willing to do absolutely anything for Emily. As the toilet door was opened, dismounting the chair, I ambled through, cock like a flagpole and awaiting orders. “Fuck her in the arse,” Emily instructed.

“Nooooo,” Lisa protested, eyelashes fluttering. “Not there.”

Lisa and I had kissed beneath the Eiffel Tower at dawn, looked down in awe from the glass skywalk of the Grand Canyon and watched the sun set over Ayer’s Rock, but in eight years together that was one place I’d never been.

“YESSSS,” insisted Emily, gritting her teeth. “Do it Gary.”

Without further objection from Lisa, she allowed my cock to poke at her quivering ring, as she in turn continued to slurp up and down at Lisa’s clit. Her butt hole resisted the first prod, a not unfamiliar occurrence. On drunken nights we’d experimented before, always without success. Reaching around, Emily ran her thimb down Lisa’s perineum then rammed it in hard, like she was pushing in a tack.

The motion prompted a shrill scream from Lisa that caused even me to grimace. Her index finger worked beneath the thumb, slowly stretching as Lisa panted. At the same time, with her free hand Emily considerately stroked the length of my cock, keeping it interested. Drawing me closer to her, my naughty young cousin kissed the tip. Tongue working the underside of the swollen purple head, her lips enveloped, dispensing a pool of spittle.

As Emily worked the other hand, Lisa inhaled hard until her anal muscles relented and thumb and forefinger held open the hole. Emily looked over in triumph, signalling at me to assume the position once more. As Emily’s digits exited, I fired my cock in hard before it sealed. Lisa screamed, and God only knows how we weren’t discovered. Her complaining was only muted once more with her face in Emily’s wet cunt.

Emily held here there, grinning lustfully as I moved deeper. So tight was Lisa that it felt like my cock head was being strangled. But I stuck to the arduous task, grinding hard, easing off, then grinding hard once more, until inch by inch the shaft burrowed inside her tight little arse. Lisa groaned as my heavy balls brushed her perineum, knowing that the worst was over.

Gripping her waist I drew back, arsehole hot and fiery. Lisa sucked in a lungful of air air before her face embedded once more in Emily’s pussy like a rock climber to an an oxygen mask. She licked and licked as Emily uttered words of encouragement.

It needed a dozen of my hardest thrusts to open Lisa up and gain some semblance of comfort for my throbbing manhood. Such was the effect it had on Lisa that her vibrating lips pushed Emily to the edge. The younger girl came hard, shrieking and shuddering as she sprayed Lisa’s face in love juice. Upping the ante I began to thrust with a newfound purpose. The domino effect of Emily’s orgasm soon had me spurting hard, shooting a jet of soothing thick ointment into Lisa’s bowels.

I came and came again until my balls were emptied, pressed up against Lisa. She begged me not to eject until my cock had shrunk back to everyday size, and I acceded to her wish. But even then she whimpered like a child with a toothache as her arse was finally liberated. In one final naughty touch, Emily turned Lisa around and licked a little drop of spunk that had worked its way out of Lisa’s ring and rolled down an inner thigh.

As much as I could have remained here all night with these two brazen beauties, we knew our luck couldn’t hold, literally falling from the cubicle as we dressed hurriedly. Thankfully those at the bar hadn’t missed us unduly, caught up in other drama and eagerly awaiting news of Paul who, in fourteen hours, was due to walk down the aisle. Told to go back to the house, I accompanied the pair the mile or two home, the three of us having gone a little reticent as we reflected individually on what we’d seen and done. I doubted sex could ever get dirtier and more fun that that.

Back inside, Emily led us both to the shower. We soaped each other’s curves and genitalia until everything turned once more into a frenzied mass of limbs. Pushing me hard against the tiled wall, Emily was first on my cock, lips and tongue eager to please. Grinning salaciously, Lisa dropped to her knees to join the younger girl, the bloated purple head passing from mouth to mouth as another orgasm ranged in close.

It was Lisa’s mouth I was buried in when I did cum, firing a healthy wad. I’d have expected her to toss me off into the plughole but instead she held her mouth clamped around the thick head, letting the warm seed pump over and over her tongue and deep into her throat. Swallowing hungrily, she issued a look of acknowledgement for another long-awaited first. She’d truly changed.

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After the incredible events that preceded it, the wedding itself was something of an anti-climax. Thanks to a benevolent donation to the local contabulary’s charity fund, grandad was able to free Paul without charge by the early hours thus ensuring the ceremony went ahead as planned.

Despite all that had happened, Jane showed up just the right side of fashionably late to take her vows.

We all had to laugh when the wedding band played ‘I Fought The Law And The Law Won’ at the reception in the evening.

It was a shame that we had to leave the idyllic setting to return to London on the Sunday and that I didn’t get to fuck Emily. Though there was a good reason for that.

Lisa and I are looking forward very much to coming back here in a year’s time for the next wedding – our own.

The End

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Two lovely ladies and a magical horse have the time of their lives.

The sorceress Jael walked to the shore of the pond in the warm morning sun. The air was still cool, but the pond was warm. A thin mist rose from the water, turning a pale orange in the dawning sunlight that glinted off her long, dark hair. She peeled off her robe, standing nude in the misty air for a moment, revealing her curvy but toned body to the forest. She quickly braided her hair, her substantial breasts slightly shaking in front of her above a narrow waist and flat stomach that highlighted her flared hips. Then she slipped into the water and gently floated on her back out into the center of the small pond.

She stared up at a sky that was turning bluer by the moment as the sun climbed higher.

This was Jael’s favorite part of the day, the morning dip in the pond, relaxing, enjoying the cool morning air, before she had to make her way back to her cottage and do all the things a sorceress does when she’s hanging out in the forest instead of castles or cities.

She had ditched the castle thing three weeks ago, deciding she wanted to try her hand at being a forest sorceress. Living as a sorceress in the woods seemed so much more natural than those stuffy castles or those stinky cities. She was a powerful sorceress who served her lord well, and she had told her lord where to find her. So if he needed her he could send one of his cute, hot errand boys to come and get her – she was only a two-hour ride away. Plus she promised she would come back to the castle once a month, just to check in – both with her lord and with those rock-hard errand boys. And she had cast a few monitoring spells about the palace before she left, so she would know if anything was amiss.

Barring a messenger from her lord, today would just be chores around the cottage, mixing potions, gathering herbs, that sort of thing. The stuff any witch would do in the woods.

She sighed and nudged her floating body towards the shore. When she reached the shallows, she stood up, her upper body coming out of the water as she turned back to the shore where her robe was…and froze.

Reclining on a boulder on the shore was a nymph.

The nymph was about six feet tall, had pale bluish skin, long dark green hair, and a slender, lithe body with tiny, perky tits, and a smooth innie slit with just the narrowest strip of lobes peeking out. She was sitting on a boulder that slanted into the water, luxuriating in the morning sunlight and gazing at the sorceress with dark eyes framed by a perfect face.

The sorceress was startled and instinctively lifted her arms to cover her bare breasts, which got a giggle from the nymph.

“Covering yourself seems silly at this point, don’t you think?” the nymph said, wiggling seductively and adjusting a leg to make her bare slit even more visible, a sly smile on her face. “I never wear anything.”

“How long have you been sitting there and where did you come from?” the sorceress said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest – naked nymph be damned. She knew that nymphs were more potent than even a powerful sorceress like her, but showing weakness around them was the last thing a human should do. So she glared at the nymph while awaiting a response.

“Where did I come from? I come from here, this glade is mine, I have lived here for many human centuries. How long have I been sitting right here? Today I have been sitting on the rock for just a moment, but the past few weeks I’ve been watching you.”

“So you have been spying on me?”

“If you wish, but you did move into my glade without my permission,” the nymph said.

“There was already an abandoned witch’s cottage here,” Jael countered.

“True,” the nymph replied. “But that witch has been gone for almost a century. And she had my permission.”

“Oh…”

The nymph smiled again, somewhat more kindly. “Do you wish my permission to live here?” she asked.

“I…do…” said the sorceress, still nervous and unsure whether the nymph was toying with her.

“Will you take care of the forest and the glade and be kind to all who live here, including me?”

“I will, so long as they are kind to me as well,” the sorceress said.

“And that is all we can hope for,” she nymph replied, her kind smile growing. “Then you have my permission so long as you continue to abide by those rules. So…do you want to be friends? I was friends with the last witch who lived here. My name is Driana.”

“I’m not a witch, I’m a sorceress,” the sorceress said, straightening her shoulders haughtily. “My name is Jael. I think I want to be friends, but do friends spy on friends like you have done with me?”

“Do friends move into their friend’s vacant home without permission?” Driana asked.

Jael bowed her head. “Fair point, lady nymph. Okay, Driana, let’s be friends, but I have a request.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to tell me what you learned about me from watching me the past three weeks, then I get to ask you about those same things, so we both know the same about each other.”

Driana smiled and clapped her hands.

“What a grand idea,” the nymph said, patting the warm sunny boulder next to her. “Come, sit, I’ll tell you everything and answer your questions.”

Jael climbed atop the warm boulder and sat naked next to the nymph, her robe forgotten. Her pale legs showed against the nymph’s light blue legs. Their hips and shoulders touched. The nymph’s skin was soft, cool, and seemed naturally moist. Jael wondered if other parts of her were also naturally moist, then chastised herself for that thought. It was strange, there was a sensuality about Driana that Jael felt disarming, erotic. She had heard that nymphs were incredible lovers, though not always trustworthy. But this nymph seemed sincere.

“So tell me what you’ve learned,” said Jael.

“Okay, let’s see,” Driana said, playing with the beaded water on her thigh. “Every morning you come for a swim. Then you go inside and get dressed. If it’s a nice day you come out and search for herbs and food. But if it’s a dreary day you stay in the cottage and do something, I’m not sure what.”

“You haven’t peeked in the windows?”

Driana snorted. “I do have my limits, I only watched the things you did when you were out and about in the woods. I did give you some privacy, even though you never asked my permission to move in.”

“I see, thank you for that respect,” Jael said. “Anything else you learned about me?”

“You’ve got a beautiful singing voice. The trees, flowers, and animals all love it, as do I. And…”

“Yes?”

Driana giggled. “In the mornings after your swim you lay right here and…you know…make yourself happy.” Driana giggled. “Sorry, you wanted to know everything.”

Jael blushed. “I had thought I was alone. Ugh. So, then, time for you to answer some questions. Where do you live, exactly?”

“I live in this pool. This pond is my home. I sleep at the bottom on the soft sand. The forest and pond provide my food. I bless the forest around me.”

“I see,” Jael replied. “What do you do all day?”

“I watch over the animals, the glade, the creek, and the forest.”

“That sounds dull,” Jael said.

“Hah, maybe to you,” Driana shot back.

“Fair,” Jael said. She giggled. “So where do you go when you want to…make yourself happy…alone?”

Driana giggled in return and rubbed her hand on Jael’s bare thigh. A breathtaking tingle went up the sorceress’s spine at the touch of the nymph’s soft, sensual fingertips which came dangerously close to Jael’s increasingly damp slit.

“I guess I had that coming,” Driana said. She pointed to the top of the little waterfall that filled the pond. “Right up at the top of the falls.”

“When you watched me, did you make yourself happy at the same time?”

The nymph’s hand, which was still on the sorceress’s thigh, slipped within an inch of Jael’s labia. The sorceress felt a flush of heat come over her sensitive lobes.

“Yes, I did,” Driana replied.

“I want to see you pleasure yourself in your special place just like you got to watch me the past three weeks. Then, we can call everything even and we can be friends.”

Jael met Driana’s eyes and something passed through them that sent a fresh shiver down Jael’s spine. Then it was gone and Driana was scurrying up the rocks leading up the side of the falls. Jael followed her, looking up at her as she climbed and noting the nymph’s small, firm little rear, and her cute little slit, and her sweetly puckered sphincter. Jael peered closely. Both the cunt and the asshole looked like they were no stranger to penetration. In fact they even gaped a bit as Driana climbed. Jael gulped hard. She had never been with another female, but this nymph was stirring things in her that were new and exciting.

As a sorceress, Jael had to be open to new avenues of learning about life. For it is from life experiences that new channels of power are gained.

Driana disappeared over the lip of the waterfall, and when Jael peered over the ledge, the nymph was already lying back in the cool stream, letting the water trickle across her body. She met Jael’s eyes and smiled, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes, slowly letting her legs part and the water trickle over her thighs and across her cunt and asshole.

Jael was surprised, expecting to see the nymph’s hands and fingers go to work like Jael’s did when she was pleasuring herself on the rocks. But then she noticed how the water cascading across the nymph’s body seemed to be moving or pulsating to a rhythm only it knew or understood. The water pulsed across Driana’s stiff, erect little nipples, and throbbed down across her slit. At the top of the nymph’s cunt, her little clit could be seen standing out from its emergent hood, and a gap appeared in the nymph’s pussy lips, as if the water was penetrating her.

Driana realized that the nymph didn’t masturbate, she let the water do the work.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Jael said.

Driana opened her eyes. “Cheating? So says the sorceress who uses her hands? Like you didn’t have other options.”

“I…not…it’s…” Jael stammered. The nymph’s sexual candor kept catching her by surprize. “Ugh. It’s just that the warm morning sun against my bare skin turns me on so bad…” She stared at the ground and played with a twig absently.

“No judgment, but there are lots of ways for a magically-gifted girl to satisfy herself in the woods. You can conjure a golem, you can call on a well-hung satyr, you can invoke the wendigo, and let me tell you – the wolves around here – ooh la la!”

“I know, I know. I’m just lazy.”

“That’s okay. Nothing wrong with rubbing one out. Or…maybe…asking a friend…”

Jael looked up. Driana reached out and ran her slender fingers down Jael’s cheek.

“But we’ve barely met,” Jael said.

“I’ve been watching you and thinking about you for three weeks,” Driana replied, letting her fingers slip down Jael’s cheek to her shoulder, where they paused, then slowly, lightly, crept down the curve of Jael’s substantial breast.

Jael almost pulled her hand away – almost. But by the time Driana’s fingers reached the outer edges of her wide aureoles, Jael was too aroused to argue. The sorceress’s meaty, dangling pussy lips were damp with more than just morning dew. She slid her hand down Driana’s slender stomach and ran her fingers down the nymph’s watery slit.

Driana’s mouth opened and a soft moan emerged. Jael slowly leaned forward, hesitating, her lips just inches from Driana’s. She paused, then leaned closer.

Their lips were about to touch when a splash came from the pool below them.

“What…?” Jael muttered, the kiss interrupted. The two crept to the edge of the waterfall and looked down.

“A unicorn!” Driana whispered. “I’ve never seen one of them around here in my centuries in this glade.”

“I’ve never seen one anywhere in my entire life,” Jael said, gazing down at the blindingly white horse with the glowing horn on his head. “Wow…look at the size of that…um…horn…”

“Forget the horn, look at that cock. Holy goddess…wow…” Driana whispered, then added “I’m going down there.”

“What? You’ll scare him away.”

“No, I’m a nymph, I’ll be fine. You’re a human, so you’ll scare him away. Wait until I give the signal before you come down.”

“What are you going to do?” Jael asked.

“You’ll see,” Driana winked.

In a flash the nymph was gone and a second later re-appeared, treading water lightly in the center of the pool.

The unicorn looked up at the nymph and took a step backwards, its horn turning from white to pale red – a sign of respect or fear. It bowed its head humbly, then took another step backwards.

“A good morning to you, lady nymph” said the unicorn. “I just sought some water from this pond. I had no idea it was yours, I will be on my way.”

“And a good morning to you, master unicorn,” said Driana. “Please, do not run away, drink as you wish, rest in the shade, swim in my waters. You are welcome here.”

“I think I am good,” the unicorn said, warily. “I seek no trouble with your kind.”

“My kind? There are none of my kind here but I.”

“Then who is that at the top of the waterfall?”

Driana gestured for Jael to stand. “That is my friend, but she is not a nymph, she is human.”

“A human on whom I smell a strong odor of magic. Order her down.”

When Jael stood up nude at the top of the falls, Driana saw a hint of purple slip into the unicorn’s horn before returning to a respectful pale red. Purple – the unicorn color of arousal. She dared a glance down at the member hanging under the unicorn’s hips. The flared tip of the unicorn’s beautiful pink cock had thickened and was glistening in the morning light.

“There, sir, is that better?” Driana asked the unicorn as Jael slipped into the water at the base of the falls. “My name is Driana, and this is Jael. Would we tell you our names if we meant you harm – or if we thought you meant us any?”

“No, I guess not. But still, all the same, I should be going.”

“Why?” asked Jael. “Why not stay here for awhile? There’s plenty to eat in the glade, there’s a pond to drink and cool off in. And you have two lovely companions who would like to get to know you better. Much better. May we approach you?”

“What is your game?” the unicorn asked sternly. Any purple had left his horn and it now glowed bright red.

“We have none,” Driana responded. “Except neither of us have seen your kind in person before. It is an honor for you to come to our glade. If you can at least stay for a few days and visit with us, we would be honored.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Strange,” said the unicorn. “I sense no ill magic, nor do I sense any deceit. I feel that your offer is sincere. Yet…I am not sure…”

“Why?” Jael said. “May we approach?”

Without waiting for an answer, the sorceress moved closer to the shore, standing up in waist-deep water. The warm liquid ran off her body in rivulets, running down her skin, slipping down her arms, dripping off the end of her long, erect nipples. Driana hugged her from the back, pressing the sorceress’s pendulous tits together, looking over her shoulder at the unicorn.

“We’re harmless, we’re beautiful,” Driana said. “And we’d like to get to know you better.”

“So very much better,” Jael added.

The unicorn looked off into the distance as if unsure how to proceed. Its horn had faded from bright red to pale pinkish-purple. Jael dared a glance at his cock, and sure enough, it had gotten bigger and it looked like it still had a lot to go. A thick glob of pre-come was sliding from the tip to the ground.

Damn.

“Please?” Jael said, in her sweetest, sexiest voice. She wanted to cast a seduction spell but knew the moment she tried, the unicorn would know and would take off. If she and her new friend were going to get a taste of that massive unicorn cock, she had to play the seduction game the old-fashioned way.

Driana, as if reading her mind, spoke up.

“My friend and I, we’ve been really lonely, lately. We could use a new friend.”

“We could,” Jael agreed.

“I mean, it’s just the two of us, all alone in this glade, all day and all night. Just two beautiful, lonely ladies,” Driana added.

“Very beautiful and very lonely ladies,” Jael nodded.

“Nobody here but us to talk to,” Driana murmured.

“Or to play checkers with,” piled on Jael.

“Or to have dinner with.”

“Or to…cuddle with…and love…”

“And love is the most important thing of all,” Driana finished, squeezing Jael again and running her hands across Jael’s breasts softly. The sorceress’s big, erect nipples stood out like huge darts pointed at the unicorn. Driana squeezed and stretched a nipple and Jael “oooh’d” seductively.

The unicorn had watched all this, his horn slowly going from pale pinkish-purple to just pale purple. The tip of its cock was almost on the ground and was as thick around as Jael’s upper arm. She practically swooned.

“May we approach?” Driana asked. “Pretty please?”

The unicorn finally nodded. “You may. My name is Torgard.”

“Thank you, my most honorable, magnificent lord Torgard,” Driana said. The two bowed, then slipped from the pond, water trailing off their nude bodies. They stepped slowly to either side of the magical horse. Jael ran her hand along the unicorn’s head, scratching its ear. Driana slid her fingers along the unicorn’s body, feeling the strong muscles underneath the soft, white fur. The body was potent, supple, and amazingly light. The fur was so white it seemed as if dirt would be unable to stick to it. His entire body smelled sensually of jasmine and lilac.

Jael had moved directly in front of the unicorn’s face. She kissed his forelock and ran her hand down his mane.

“Mighty, mighty Torgard,” she whispered, then gently pushed the unicorn’s muzzle between her breasts. His horn turned bright purple. “Lonely Torgard,” Jael added.

For a moment she thought Torgard might balk, but instead, his large, pink muscular tongue ran up between her breasts. The feeling was soft and warm and sent a flush up her chest. The unicorn ran his tongue down the side of her pendulous left tit then across the wide aureole and long nipple. Jael moaned at the sensation. It was indescribable – soft, warm, wet, and magical. She ran her hands up the side of Torgard’s head, pushing the face back against her breasts, reveling in the feel of the equine tongue across her skin as he moved between her mounds to the opposite tit, where his shockingly deft lips nibbled on her nipple.

“Oh goddess…” Jael moaned.

Driana, meanwhile, had run her hand down Torgard’s leg, feeling the muscles inside, and staring longingly at the gigantic, beautiful pink cock that hung down almost to the ground. The only reason it wasn’t on the ground was the fact that it was erect and throbbing. The cock was over two feet long. Dribbles of horse pre-come slipped from the flared end.

Jael’s moan caught her attention, and when she saw the unicorn lick the sorceress’s chest, and saw the bright purple horn, she couldn’t control herself anymore. She slipped to her knees and ran her hand along the underside of the unicorn’s immense meat.

Torgard moaned and tossed his white mane and a thick, fresh load of pre-come slipped from his cock. Driana gently pulled the end of his huge cock to her face and ran her tongue around the end.

Torgard pulled his head away from Jael’s breasts.

“Are you really ready to take a unicorn’s cock?” he murmured.

“If we may use magic to protect us, yes,” Jael replied.

Torgard regarded her, then nodded. Jael raised her hands and recited a brief incantation, gesturing at herself and at Driana. Then smiled at the nymph.

Driana opened her mouth wide and pulled the unicorn’s cock inside, sucking the flared head deep into her throat. The wide tip compressed slightly, allowing her to take a foot, then nearly two feet of the horse cock into her mouth. She felt the flared head deep inside her, felt the pulsating of the unicorn’s blood through the veins, felt the unicorn’s magic flowing through her. It was amazing. She felt herself gag a little, and then Torgard moaned and thrusted. The last few inches of unicorn cock slipped into her throat and his huge, pink stallion balls bumped against her chin.

Driana fought for breath, gained control, and began sliding her lips up and down the horse cock that was penetrating her throat. The unicorn slowly moved his hips in the same rhythm, sliding his member through the nymph’s mouth, face-fucking Driana. Thick streamers of horse pre-come filled Driana’s stomach. After several hard strokes, she grabbed the unicorn’s hips and drove his cock back in all the way, her chin pressed hard against the creature’s sac. Torgard moaned again and another shot of unicorn pre-come squirted into Driana’s tummy.

Jael appeared on her knees on the other side of the unicorn. Driana slid back from the meat and Jael stroked the shaft. Thick streamers of unicorn pre-come and nymph throat slime gushed out of Driana’s lips around the immense member, running down her blue-skinned chest and her hard, tiny little nipples.

Jael stroked the cock that had just popped out out Driana’s mouth. The nymph lay down on her back underneath the horse, spread her legs, and pulled the throat-slime-covered horse cock to her sopping wet slit. Jael ran her tongue around the nymph’s little tits, then up to her lips where the two kissed as Driana slowly slid the unicorn’s gargantuan horse cock into her drenched, waiting nymph cunt.

The nymph’s soaking wet slit parted easily – shockingly easily – and the flared, gaping end of the unicorn’s cock slipped inside. The unicorn lowered his head and haunches, then nudged Jael with his nose, pushing the sorceress’s lips off the nymph’s and allowing the unicorn to kiss Driana. The unicorn’s lips were soft and pliant and he and Driana locked their mouths together, the nymph sucking in the horse’s fat tongue, pulling it deep into her mouth.

Torgard slowly slid his massive horse cock inside the slender body of the nymph. Jael watched as Driana’s tummy distended, outlining the shape of the gargantuan cock sliding through her. The flared head passed the nymph’s hip bones, then passed her bellybutton. She gasped as it pushed through her cervix into her womb, then slid up to the base of her ribcage, where the unicorn paused. He slipped his head back from the nymph’s and the two looked into each other’s eyes as the unicorn began sliding his meat in and out of the nymph’s slim body. But so far the nymph had only taken just under two feet of cock, there were several more inches to go.

Jael slipped to the side and was laying on her back, watching the unicorn fuck the nymph, seeing the massive horse cock slide in and out of the nymph’s stretched slit. Jael rubbed her tits and stroked her cunt, sliding two fingers, then three into her slit. A steady stream of grool poured from her cunt, trickling across her asshole and down onto the shore.

Goddess, it was hot watching this massive, powerful unicorn slide his equally massive horse cock in and out of the nymph’s yielding pussy – yet doing so carefully and lovingly. Because of the girth of Torgard’s shaft, Driana’s pussy flesh grabbed the cock and slipped partially in and out of her body with each stroke. It was amazing, it was sexy, it was overwhelming to watch. The unicorn stallion could have impaled her if he wanted to. Jael leaned over and cast an additional protection spell on the nymph just to be safe – regardless of what the unicorn did, the nymph would be protected.

Torgard and Driana glanced over at Jael simultaneously, feeling the magic go into them. The unicorn slowed his motions.

“What was that?” Driana asked.

“The sigil of love protection,” replied Jael.

“That is powerful magic, my lady,” Torgard said. He turned his gaze to the nymph and the two locked eyes. Silence reigned for a moment, then Driana whispered.

“Deeper,” she moaned. Torgard nodded and pushed his pink horse cock deeper into the nymph. It slipped inside her rib cage and Driana arched her back, pushing herself up on her elbows.

“Oh my goddess,” she cried. “Deeper!”

The unicorn pushed even further inside the nymph, the thick shaft of his cock stretching the nymph’s cunt wide open. Her asshole was gaped at the pressure, revealing light pink flesh inside. A lobe of her pink assflesh slipped out of her meaty sphincter and hung in the air, then more crumpled flesh tumbled out.

Jael lay back and continued to stroke herself frantically as inch after inch of horse meat pushed into the nymph until his horse balls were pressed against the nymph’s gaping, distended ass. Torgard’s cock tip had to be somewhere near her neck. Driana’s eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a sign of orgasmic surrender. Soft moans slipped from her parted lips.

Torgard slid his cock halfway back out and returned to slowly fucking the nymph. With each stroke Driana moaned softly, her cunt gaping wide as his cock slipped in and out of her slit, her pussy flesh sliding partially out of her body along the horse’s gargantuan cock. Driana’s tiny little tits were like hard darts pointing at the massive, muscular body of the unicorn above her, her hair was plastered to her face with her and Torgard’s sweat. And still the huge unicorn above her pistoned his immense pink horse cock in and out of her soaking wet slit, bouncing his balls against her gaped asshole. Thick streamers of grool and unicorn pre-come sluiced from her cunt with each stroke, running down across her wide open, domed anus.

Torgard had increased the pace of his stroking, and Driana was completely overcome, just barely able to stay conscious under the orgasmic onslaught of the unicorn’s powerful lovemaking. Were it not for the magic Jael had cast, the nymph would have been wrecked by the intensity of the unicorn’s strength and passion.

Jael, who had come several times watching, slipped to her knees and crawled to the back end of the unicorn. The unicorn’s balls were as big as her fist and were tight against his body. Jael leaned forward and ran her tongue around the unicorn’s scrotum, licking at the soft skin that covered the sack, and tasting the horse sweat that coated them. She sucked one of the balls into her mouth, and Torgard moaned.

Jael let go of the unicorn’s nut and ran her tongue up above the creature’s scrotum to his equine asshole. She ran her tongue around the outside and licked the sphincter. Torgard gave another moan and increased the pace of his fucking. Jael felt the unicorn’s body tighten and knew he was nearing an orgasm.

She reached through his legs. The nymph’s asshole was stretched wide, her crumpled ass flesh tumbling out. Jael, leaned between the unicorn’s bucking hips and licked the nymph’s gaping, raggedy sphincter. As gently as she could with an immense unicorn reaming Driana’s cunt, Jael slid two fingers into Driana’s ass. The nymph moaned, so Jael added a third, then a fourth, sliding her fingers and the palm of her hand into Driana’s cavernous asshole and running her thumb along the underside of the magical horse’s cock as it reamed out the nymph’s pussy. The water nymph moaned again.

“By the goddess’s perfumed asshole,” Driana cried. “Give me more, Jael. Deeper, sorceress!”

Jael smiled. She tucked her thumb into her palm, then slid her entire hand into Driana’s well-used asshole. The nymph let out a loud, passionate cry as the sorceress unfurled her hand inside the nymph’s ass and grabbed the unicorn’s gigantic cock through the thin layers of flesh separating the nymph’s ass from her cunt. The nymph’s body arched in yet another of an endless stream of orgasms as Jael stroked the unicorn’s cock through Driana’s anal and vaginal flesh. She slid her hand along the shaft, pushing her arm deeper and deeper into the nymph’s well-used asshole until her arm was past the elbow. Another grunt emitted from the nymph’s lips as the sorceress gave the horse’s cock another squeeze.

In the frenzy of passion, knowing that her nymph companion was protected by her powerful magic, Jael did the unthinkable. She slid her other hand and arm next to her first into Driana’s stretched, gaping asshole. The nymph let out a scream of combined agony and ecstasy as Jael gripped the horse cock with both hands through Driana’s layers of flesh, and frantically stroked the immense meat from within the nymph’s ruined asshole.

That was all Torgard could take. His massive body shuddered and Driana screamed in ecstasy as immense loads of unicorn semen pulsed down Torgard’s horse cock into the nymph’s stretched cunt.

No matter how deep Driana’s cunt had been stretched, it wasn’t deep enough to hold the unicorn’s come. Thick globs of semen and grool gushed from the nymph’s cunt around the unicorn’s cock. The unicorn shook again as his cock pulsed and more semen dumped into the nymph. Jael continued to stroke the creature’s shaft, sliding her arms in and out of the nymph’s insanely-stretched asshole.

Driana reached up and grabbed the unicorn’s shoulders and pulled herself up, wrapping her arms and legs around holding onto his body as more and more juice filled her up and gushed from her cunt. She moaned and held on as long as she could, finally slipping from her perch and dropping gently to the ground. Jael slid one arm, then the other out of the nymph’s wrecked ass.

Torgard pulled his cock from Driana’s cunt. The flared end gripped on the nymph’s tight cervix, ripping her flesh out from her body before it popped free, leaving her cunt inside-out and hanging outside of her body. Her slit and her asshole were both left gaping, pink, and prolapsed. Fluids still poured from the open cunt as Driana rolled over onto her side and seemed to drift off to sleep.

The unicorn turned to Jael. She noticed that, though he had just came deep inside the nymph, and though his massive cock was still pulsing out semen, he hadn’t lost any tone. His immense cock was still hard as a rock, and his horn was still a dark purple color.

“And you, my lady?” he asked.

Jael smiled, summoning still more protection magic and casting it over herself.

“Indeed, my magnificent lord Torgard. I want every inch you have in my ass. I know you can make it even bigger than you made it for my friend.”

“Does my lady understand what she asks?” Torgard questioned. “My cock, when fully extended, is longer than your body can hold. It extends past my forelegs.”

“My lord is kind to inquire as to my welfare, but should understand that I have given myself extra protections,” Jael replied. “And extra lubrication,” she added.

“Then a powerful sorceress you must truly be,” Torgard conceded. “I will try not to hurt you, but any consequences of this coupling must be upon your head not mine.”

“So be it, my mighty lord Torgard,” Jael said. “Now please, if you will, I have been watching you use that horse cock of yours on my friend. I beg you to not make me wait any longer to feel it inside my rear passage.”

Jael rolled over onto all fours and the unicorn moved atop her. She slid four fingers into her waiting ass and stretched upwards, revealing thick, meaty, lubricated pink tissue inside her asshole. With her other hand, she guided Torgard’s immense horse cock to the hole and pushed it inside her gaped sphincter.

The thick flesh of her asshole parted to allow the magical horse’s cock inside. The sensation was incredible. Jael moaned as the unicorn slowly slid inch after inch of horse cock inside her anus. She could feel the magic of her spells working to protect her from harm, but as the cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of her – now six inches, now a foot – she could feel her tissue stretching and pulling in ways she had never felt before. Magic was making room for the gigantic horse cock that was pressing deeper and deeper inside. The cock had grown not just in length but in girth. The pressure inside her was overwhelming, it felt like a barrel was being driven into her asshole. Oh goddess, but what a barrel it was. She could feel her stomach distending and the shape of the unicorn’s shaft outlined against her abdomen. Still the cock went deeper. The tip reached her ribcage, then pressed inside. Her organs moved out of the way, allowing the cock to drive ever deeper.

The pressure of the cock inside her asshole caused her cunt to gape and prolapse. Jael’s cervix hung several inches outside her labia, dripping thick grool off the pink dome. Driana, who had come out of her reverie, crawled behind Jael and licked her inside-out pussy, sucking on her cervix and teasing the hole with her tongue. Jael thought she was going to scream when the nymph slid three fingers inside her womb, then her entire hand.

But then the flared head of the unicorn’s cock was in her neck. It was in her throat. And yet deeper it went.

Would the magic hold or would she be torn asunder by the unicorn’s immense, pulsating, throbbing cock? This was a phallus that no mortal – or lesser immortal – was meant to accept into their body. This was madness. What manner of unicorn had she taken inside of her?

Torgard gave another thrust and all at once, the head of the unicorn’s cock erupted from her mouth. Torgard moaned, and another foot of cock drove through her, sticking out from her lips. The unicorn’s thrust was so strong it even drove his balls inside of her sphincter. Jael screamed as another one of an endless wave of orgasms crushed through her.

Driana looked up at Jael’s head. The foot of unicorn cock sticking out of Jael’s mouth looked so inviting. But then again, so did her distended cunt and now-fisted cervix. Driana added a couple fingers from her other hand and gaped the muscular ring even wider, eliciting a sigh from Jael around the gargantuan unicorn cock sticking out of her mouth.

Driana turned to the pond behind her. She was a water nymph. Water was her domain, she was its master. This was going to be awesome.

She said a few words in elvish and waved her hand towards the pond, carving a glowing symbol in the air. There was a rippling along the surface of the water, as if a wind had sprung up, then a slender tendril of water formed from the pond, slipping forward like a tentacle. It snaked towards her, and towards the sorceress’s stretched cervix. When it reached Driana, the end of the tendril flared out like a flower, forming a wide sucker-like cup, with a long stem in the middle. The nymph pulled her hands back from Jael’s abused, inside-out cunt, and the water-tentacle latched on, sucking at the distended cunt flesh and penetrating deep into Jael’s womb.

The sorceress let out an ecstatic scream that echoed through the silent forest despite the horse cock reaming her end-to-end.

Driana giggled and moved in front of Jael, where the a foot of unicorn cock was sticking out of Jael’s mouth. Driana licked the flared head and opened her mouth, sliding it inside of her throat until her lips met Jael’s and the two kissed around the unicorn’s massive member.

Driana froze. A thought had come into her head. Was that from Jael? She met the sorceress’s eyes, and immediately knew it was. That was…crazy…insane…and so fucking hot.

The nymph turned around, cast a protection spell on herself, then bent over and presented her still-gaping nymph asshole to Jael. The sorceress gently guided the horse cock that was sticking from her mouth to the nymph’s waiting, wet, abused asshole, and Driana slowly slid her sphincter onto the flared, pulsing head of Torgard’s horse cock. She pushed her body all the way down until her asshole was flush with Jael’s lips.

Torgard moaned, his knees shaky. Rarely, rarely did he meet a creature capable of taking his entire cock. Even the ladies of his kind shied away from the entire thing. But here was this sorceress and nymph who, together, with the help of powerful magic, had taken his entire horse cock at its full extension and width inside of them. It was amazing, it was breathtaking, it was magical.

It was a blessed day that the goddess allowed him to stumble into this glade.

Jael reached back and slapped the horse’s haunches, and Torgard knew what that meant. Get busy.

The unicorn had nearly taken leave of his senses, it had been so long since his cock had been this fully engaged. He usually started slowly, but this time he went from nothing to full-on fucking in a heartbeat. His equine haunches fairly pounded Jael’s asshole, and had she and Driana not been protected by strong spells, he probably would have shattered every bone in their bodies. But instead, the sensation of the immense, throbbing horse cock slamming in and out of her insanely stretched asshole left Jael practically crying in joy, not pain.

Jael felt the strong, hard meat sliding through her, thick ropy veins along the side pulsating with the unicorn’s heartbeat, his balls slamming against her gaped, prolapsed cunt that was being destroyed by Driana’s water-tentacle. Her red, inflamed, stretched asshole flesh gripped the horse’s cock and slid nearly a foot out of her body with each stroke before slamming back inside. Eventually a thick, red ring of tissue hung outside of her sphincter, never slipping completely back in. Her ass flesh stuck against Torgard’s horse cock like a sheath.

Meanwhile, the water tendril continued to suck at her extended cunt flesh and drive deeper and deeper into her body through her gaped cervix. It pushed at her flesh, penetrating every nook of her body, and wrapping around the horse cock inside of her, pulsating and pressing her sensitive, tender flesh hard against the massive, rock-hard, throbbing, come-filled member.

Jael’s throat and mouth were quivering and she gagged, feeling glad she hadn’t had anything except water to eat and drink yet that morning. Her stomach threatened to empty what little it had, but stayed pat. Jael’s face was pushed into the space between the nymph’s ass cheeks, and Driana’s asshole stayed pressed tight against the sorceress’ lips. She could feel the nymph’s own anal flesh slip out of her sphincter and into Jael’s mouth. She opened her lips wider and greedily sucked in Driana’s pink, wet assflesh around the gargantuan horse cock that was reaming her. Six inches, then eight inches, then a foot, of anal tissue slid along Torgard’s cock into Jael’s mouth and throat.

The experience was insane, incredible, impossible, magical. And so fucking hot. Jael squeezed her throat and asshole muscles at the same time and felt the magical horse above her shudder. The horse balls pulled even tighter against Torgard’s body. The unicorn was about to unload. She could feel it.

In front of her, as if on signal, she felt Driana tighten her asshole as well. That was all Torgard could take. Strong pulses rocketed through the horse’s cock. His balls that were penetrating in and out of Jael’s sphincter throbbed. Semen rocketed through the unicorn’s cock, through Jael’s entire body, and into Driana’s gaping asshole. Her ass quickly overflowed, spilling out into Jael’s mouth and all over her face, coating her with unicorn come squirting from Driana’s asshole. Gush after gush of the sticky fluid poured from the flared end of the immense cock. Driana slipped from the shaft, her asshole gaping and full of semen, and turned. She sucked the horse cock that had just been in her asshole into her mouth and throat, swallowing the cock deep as load after load of Torgard’s semen poured into her. She pressed her lips against Jael’s around the horse cock, but still she wasn’t fast enough. The semen poured from her lips and coated both of their faces.

Torgard was quivering, his haunches shaking, his body sweaty as his balls pulsated and emptied like they hadn’t in years. This sorceress and nymph were amazing, spectacular, unlike any lovers he had experienced. And still his balls throbbed.

Slowly, inexorably, the pace of the unicorn’s orgasm slowed. Driana gestured for the water tendril to recede. Torgard gently slid his softening member from Driana, then from Jael. Mountains of red inflamed, bloody tissue hung outside of both of their stretched and abused bodies. The magical horse moaned, then smiled. Jael and Driana kissed. Then they both kissed the unicorn.

Healing spells were cast, organs were realigned properly, orifices softly slipped closed.

Torgard lay on his side next to the pool, and sorceress and nymph lay with their heads and shoulders on his strong stomach, arms entwined.

“That was…amazing,” Torgard said.

“That was…stupendous,” Driana agreed.

“That was…hopefully not the last…?” Jael said, cautiously, looking up at the unicorn. “You can stay with us, I pray? For at least a little while?”

Torgard smiled and looked around the glade.

“This does seem like a nice place for a unicorn to linger for a spell, doesn’t it?”

[THE END? Maybe…maybe not…]

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

December 26th 2013, 1:00 PM: Boxing Day! Some people love Boxing Day, others hate it. I do both. Being an avid cinephile (movie lover), Dec. 26th is my favorite day of the year. Sometimes, the sales are so good that I spent up to $1000 in a single day. But this year was a small one; only $300 :(. Okay, time to get back to the story before you start to think I am some sort of shopaholic.

So I was standing outside (in the freezing cold) alongside a hundred other people, waiting to be let into Walmart. Finally, the doors opened and I was dragged along by the mass of people. Determined to get my hands on Assassin’s Creed III, I hurried over to the electronics section. Unfortunately, only one employee was assigned to this section, so it took over half an hour before a copy of the game was finally put aside for me. But my troubles were nowhere near over as I would have to spend another half hour in line just to pay for the damn thing.

A sigh escaped me as I got in line. That is, until I noticed the barely-legal blonde standing before me. Although I could only see the back of her, I could tell she was hot. But I did not realize just how hot until a guy cut through the line, shoving her backward.

“Wow!” I gasped in amazement as she turned to apologize. She was hot; really hot!

“Sorry,” she said, but I was far too busy struggling to keep from moaning—wave after wave of arousal had started washing over me—to respond. My lips curled into a smile as I realized what was about to happen. Moments later, the fantasy began.

Unlike the real me, the fantasy me was unable to resist the sight of that beautiful blonde standing before me. Letting arousal take over, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. I could see the shock in her eyes as I leaned forward, soon pressing my lips against hers.

“Mmm?!” she moaned in surprise as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Not wasting a second, I began moving my tongue around, exploring her every nook and cranny. A few seconds went by with no reaction from the hot blonde. That is, until she did something I had not even considered; she started reciprocating my eager tongue strokes.

“Mmmmm!” we moaned in unison as our tongues danced around in each other’s mouths. But the blissful experience did not last long; after only a few seconds, she broke the kiss.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she almost shouted.

I sighed. So much for flawless seduction. Although I would normally have tried to seduce her, I decided to opt for another approach; pulling back, I smacked her across the cheek. Hard! Her eyes widened in shock as her jaw dropped open in utter amazement. Unfortunately for her, I did not give her any time to recover.

“Shut up and lick my boobs!” I ordered as I ripped my blouse open, revealing my braless breasts. Unfortunately, the beautiful blonde was still too shocked to understand what was happening. Taking things into my own hands, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forward. Less than a second later, I had forced her to her knees and inserted a nipple into her mouth.

“Mmm?!” she moaned. Before she could even think of pulling away, I ordered her to lick it. Too confused by the unexpected turn of events, she did as told.

“That’s it,” I moaned encouragingly as she began tentatively flicking her tongue back and forth. After only a few flicks, I saw her demeanor go from shocked fear to arousal-fueled eagerness. Within seconds, she was eagerly licking, sucking and biting one nipple while her fingers massaged, pulled and pinched the other.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned blissfully, too aroused to realize the other people in line had begun to gather around us. Most seemed shocked, but a few looked aroused. I let the barely-legal blonde stimulate my nipples for another few seconds before grabbing a handful of her hair and roughly yanking her head back.

“Lick my pussy!” I ordered as I reached down and began unzipping my jeans. Within seconds, my pants were around my ankles, revealing my panty-free pussy. It was not until I felt dozens of eyes on my labia that I realized everyone in line had gathered around us, eager to get a peek at my privates. I could not help but smile as I realized it was undoubtedly the first real pussy many of those video game geeks had ever seen.

“I guess they’re in for quite a show,” I thought to myself as I beckoned the kneeling blonde forward with my index. That was all it took; moments later, I felt her tongue come into contact with my labia as she buried her face into my crotch.

“Fuck!” I moaned loudly as I felt my arousal skyrocket. A shiver ran through me, almost making me lose my balance. Luckily, I managed to remain upright as she forced her tongue past my lower lips.

“FUCK!” I yelled blissfully as she began tongue-fucking the shit out me. My breath grew increasingly short as my moans grew ever-more powerful. There was so much arousal coursing through my veins that it only took a few seconds before I felt an orgasm grow deep within me. Moments later, I released the first wave of cum, sending an impressive amount of orgasmilk flying into my lover’s mouth.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned as wave after wave flowed into her oral cavity. Before long, it became too much for her to handle and the sweet nectar was forced out of her mouth. Cum flew in all directions, raining down upon both us and our eager audience, until…

Someone shoved me; hard! Snapping back to reality, I felt myself being pushed forward… straight into the hot blonde before me!

“Goddammit!” I swore as I glanced over my shoulder to see the same man as before—the one that has shoved the blonde into me. I considered calling him an asshole, but he was long gone before I could.

“Sorry,” I apologized as I turned back to my fantasy lover.

“It’s all right,” she said, obviously having witnessed the incident. Before I had a chance to come up with a witty comment, we reached the front of the line. Less than a minute later, the hot blonde had vanished into the crowd, leaving me alone and horny. Fortunately, I soon forgot all about her when an impatient client told me to ‘Hurry the fuck up!

By the time I was done paying, it was already 2:00 PM. An entire hour of my time had been wasted for a game; one lousy game (okay, the game is not lousy, but still…)! With all the movie deals still waiting for me, I shook the arousal from my body and got to work. Although that was just the start of the long day of shopping I had waiting for me, it was worth it; I got great deals on tons of hot movies and… a great fantasy!

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. A new fantasy will be published each week, so make sure to check back every so often.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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I had very recently started dating a guy when I found out it was his birthday. I asked him what he was doing and he said him and all his friends were going to the strip club to celebrate.

“I love strip clubs!,” I said. I really do. I think being naked is nothing to be ashamed of and if these women can make money doing it, why not?

“You should come with us,” he said.

I declined politely and told him I barely knew him (we had only been dating two weeks) and that he could go out and just have a good time with the guys. I hadn’t even met his friends yet.

“But it’s my birthday and I really, really want you to come,” he pleaded.

He put the guilt trip on me so I finally accepted his invitation.

The night of his birthday I had to meet them at the strip club because I was working until about midnight. I had been to a few strip clubs before when I was teenager and had never been to this specific strip joint.

I arrived at about quarter to one in the morning and damn, I looked good. I am 5’2”, 115 pounds, C size breasts, nice, luscious ass. I was wearing a vintage mini dress with a belt with brown boots. I was wearing pantyhouse underneath the dress because it was a November night and unseasonably chilly.

I paid the cover charge at the door and made my way into the darkened, main area. There were 4 stages, all lit up with neon lights on the ceiling. As soon as I walked through the doorway, every man’s in the place eyes shifted from the dancers to me. I saw Matt wave to me from across the room and I made my way over.

He got up and kissed me ‘hello’ and introduced me to all of his friends. Over the next few hours, I had a great time. Aside from being with a good guy that I actually really liked and being praised for being “so cool” to be the only chick in the stripclub, I also really enjoyed pussy in my face. That was something that Matt had no idea about. In fact, no one did.

I had only had a few lesbian experiences prior and had told no one about them. I believe that every girl is entitled to have a few naughty secrets.

Matt kept giving me singles and I’d put them on the counter in front of me and wait for the girls to come to me. They always came to me first before they went to any of the guys sitting around me. They’d stick their titties in my face and then spread their legs in front of me, maybe give it a little rub or two. I was definitely turned on but not overly so…until I saw her.

None of the girls really tickled my fantasy (no pun intended) except one. She was easily 5’10, 5’11 (of course, with the stripper heels on), had long black hair and fringe bangs. She was either very light skinned black or biracial. She was very skinny, small tits but had a great little bubble butt. She came into the stage in a neon yellow bikini.

I immediately put a few dollars right in front of me. As soon as she saw me do it, she came right over with more enthusiasm then any of the other strippers had.

“Hi”, she said to me as she smiled.

I smiled back.

She untied her bikini top and put it around my neck. Her tits were small, probably A’s but they were nice and her nipples were erect. I have a big fetish for nipples. I motorboated her and she smelled so good. She then started to feel me up. The guys began hollering and clapping and I loved the attention.

She then did something I totally wasn’t expected. She actually dipped under the cup of my bra and pinched my nipple. I instantly clenched up. That was my weak spot. I think the guys just thought she was still feeling them since her hand was down my dress and they couldn’t really see.

“My name is Whisper”, she said as she removed her hand and moved onto Matt sitting next to me. She untied her bikini bottoms and her spread her legs for Matt and I. She had her clit pierced and had a big purple barbell going through it. If I had any doubts as to if Whisper liked girls, they were erased as soon as I saw that piercing.

She continued her routine for a few more minutes and I watched her intently. I feel minutes later, as the next girl began her performance, I felt as though the chair I was sitting in was wet. I got up and looked down at the seat and then put my hand on it to feel it.

“What’s wrong?”, Matt asked me.

“I think someone spilled something on my seat”, I said confused.

He reached back and felt my ass.

“Your dress isn’t wet,” he said.

I thought started to panic that I started my period. I told him I was going to find the bathroom.

I looked around and couldn’t find it so I asked one of the waitresses. She said there was no bathrooms for females, just the bathroom in the back aka backstage. She said she had to go back there first and let them know a customer was going to be coming in. She went in the back, a few seconds later came out, smiled, and said it was fine.

I walked through the door labeled PRIVATE and was surprised to see it looked like a gym locker room…a very raunchy gym locker room, that is. There were about half a dozen strippers back there, some eating Chinese takeout, some doing their hair and makeup and I saw one on the house phone. I didn’t see Whisper anywhere.

I smiled nervously and made my way to two saloon type doors labeled BATHROOM.

I was a little annoyed that there wasn’t really a door to the bathroom, just two of those saloon type wooden swinging doors. I guess there’s no point in modesty in a strip club.

The strip club was a relatively nice place but the bathroom looked like it belonged in a crackhouse. I saw a hook to hand my bag and then I began to take down my pantyhose and I couldn’t believe what I saw.

My underwear, as well as the crotch part of the pantyhose were soaking wet. I had no idea I was that turned on and I knew it had to have been Whisper that got me that wet. I peed and just as I was wiping myself (and my inner thighs that were also wet with my juices), the doors swung open.

“Ummm, someone in here!,” I said.

There she was.

Whisper stood in the doorway and as soon as she turned around on the toilet, apologized profusely and turned her back.

“I am so sorry, hun! Do you mind if I just grab some baby wipes under the sink?”

“Oh, uh, no, no problem,” I said as I hastily started pulling up my underwear and pantyhose.

“Thanks”, she said as she smiled. God, she was gorgeous.

She walked over to the sink as I struggled with my pantyhose. She bent down, opened the cabinet doors and took out a huge box of baby wipes. She started to untie her bikini bottoms.

She caught me looking at her and she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

I laughed nervously and said that I didn’t.

“I already saw the goods, remember?”, I joked.

She laughed too. “Yeah, I remember. You’re gorgeous, by the way”, she said to me.

“So are you”, I said.

She thanked me and put her bikini bottoms on the sink. She propped one leg up and started wiping herself with the baby wipes.

“So,” she said casually, “is that guy in the button down shirt your boyfriend?”

“Oh, uh, not really, we just started dating. We’ll see what happens”, I answered.

“You like girls?”, she asked.

I was stunned. I wasn’t expecting her to ask me that! She must have caught how badly I was trying to advert my eyes from her tan shaven pussy as she wiped it with the moistened towelette.

“I like to play around,” I said coyly.

“Oh yeah?”, she said. “What do you think of this?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She then took her fingers and spread her pussy lips all the way open so I could see her pink little hole. It was way more graphic then when she was performing – they don’t even part the lips, really.

It was like a trance; I couldn’t look away from it.

“It’s nice”, I said. “I like your piercing”.

She giggled and continued to wipe herself.

“Well, when the club closes up, a few of the girls stay here to service some of the members. You should ditch the guys and stay here with me. I could get one of the other girls to join, too”.

I didn’t know what to say. I had a million thoughts going through my head. How could I ditch Matt on his birthday? Am I ballsy enough to fuck a stripper? Are they clean? Do they do this a lot? Where would we do this?

Finally I just smiled and said, “I better get back out there”.

She smiled and said goodbye and went back out to Matt and his friends. He asked me what took so long and I just lied and said I had to wait to use the bathroom because it was occupied.

Around 4 in the morning the club started to empty out and Matt and his friends were blind drunk. I told them I think it was time we left and Matt asked if I wanted him to come with me since I had driven there alone.

“No, it’s okay, go with your friends,” I said.

Just as they piled into his friend’s car I told them that I had to stop at the gas station right by the entrance to the parkway so don’t be alarmed when I wasn’t behind them.

I kissed Matt goodbye, got in my car and pretended to follow them. Just as I said, I pulled into the gas station, waited for them to be out of sight and then turned around and headed back to the stripclub.

When I got back there, Whisper was sitting on one of the couches out in the front lobby, talking to another stripper that also got me hot when she performed. She was chunky but gorgeous. She had long dark hair, D size tits and a nice pussy. She wore a tank top when she performed and didn’t take it off; she would just pull down to expose her tits. I guess she was self conscious about her gut but I still thought she was the second sexiest stripper in the joint. I remembered her name was Nina when they announced it over the speaker hours earlier when she performed.

As soon as Whisper saw me walk back in, her face lit up.

“You’re back!”, she said. “I was just talking about you to Nina”.

Nina smiled from ear to ear. “You’re hot, girl”, Nina said,

I thanked them and we chatted for a few seconds. Whisper then suggested we go back to the backstage area where I had used the bathroom.

When I was back there using the bathroom I hadn’t noticed that behind a row of lockers there was a curtain. I followed Nina and Whisper back there and there was a hidden room back there. It was tiny and was only big enough for the large couch that was in it. I also noticed there was a large blue Tupperware bin in the corner. There was no door to this room, just a sheet for privacy.

“You think this is enough privacy?”, I asked.

“All of the other girls either went home or they are in the suites with the VIP customers. This area is strictly for females”, Whisper explained.

So they have done this before, I thought.

“Do you mind if I stay?”, Nina asked sweetly.

I told her I didn’t. I put down my purse and sat on the couch and Whisper sat on one side of me while Nina sat on the other.

Whisper asked what I liked sexually. I told her pretty much anything and I especially like to be dominated and even more so when it is done by other females. Nina was stroking my leg when Whisper began kissing my neck. Whisper then asked me to strip down to my bra and panties.

I took off my boots and then slid off my pantyhose. I undid my belt and then pulled my dress over my head. I had on a pink satin bra with pink lace boyshort underwear. I sat back down between them.

Whisper began massaging my breasts as she kissed me and rammed her tongue down my throat. She grabbed my face hard with the other hand and said, “you like that?”

“Uh-huh”, was all I could manage to answer.

She reached behind and unhooked my bra.

“Nice titties,” Whisper said.

Nina sucked on the left one while Whisper sucked on the right one. I could feel my stomach drop and knew I was going to be soaking wet…again.

They were sucking and biting and I felt like I was going to explode.

“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?”, Nina asked as she looked up from my large, pink nipples.

“I’m your little whore”, I answered.

Whisper started to giggle. “Good answer!”. She said.

I hadn’t noticed before but Whisper had a tongue ring and she was lapping it all over my nipples. I wanted to touch myself so bad but I wanted to wait since I knew the anticipation is what makes it great.

A few minutes later they stopped sucking on my tits and got up off the couch and stood in front of me..

“Spread that pussy open and let us see it,” Whisper demanded.

I slid off my underwear and spread my legs for them. They started to take off their tops.

“Fuck yea”, Nina said.

“Spread it open with your fingers, bitch, as wide as you can,” Whisper said.

I did as I was told and I was spreading it so hard that it actually started to hurt. I like the feeling of my hole being stretched open like when I am at the Gyno. I looked down and my pink pussy was glistening under the florescent light from the clear goo that kept coming out of my pussy.

“Play with it,” Nina said. Now both girls were taking off their bottoms.

I began to massage my clit as I watched them undress. Whisper put one leg up on the arm of the couch and began to masturbate while she watched me. Nina was just pulling at her nipples, biting her lip, her eyes fixated on my tight, pink dripping pussy.

I began to moan lightly; I didn’t want to be too loud incase there were still girls back there, still getting their shit ready before they headed out for the night.

I kept rubbing my clit until I needed penetration and then slid one finger into my hole. Whisper followed my lead and inserted her finger into her hole as well and started fingering herself furiously. I began teasing my taint and asshole and Whisper did the same; it was like a dirty game of Simon Says.

Nina was sucking on her fingers and then slid them down between her legs and started massaging her clit. A few seconds later, Nina walked over to Whisper, grabbed her by the neck and started to kiss her.

“Oh, yeah…”, I said. Watching them go at it was going to get me off in no time.

Nina took Whisper’s hand and removed her from her pussy and instead, started massaging Whisper’s pussy. Nina moved her mouth down to Nina’s nipple and started sucking as she teased Whisper’s pussy. She’d lightly rub her clit then massage her outer lips. I could tell Whisper was dying for it because she kept bucking her hips, trying to get Nina to put her finger inside of her. It was killing me, too. Finally, Nina took two of her fingers and inserted them deep into Whisper’s wet, throbbing hole.

Whisper screamed.

“Oh, fuck!”, she yelled.

A felt a wave of heat come over. I continued to pump my finger in and out of my pussy while massaging my G-spot and clit with the other hand.

“I’m gonna cum!”, I exclaimed.

Nina and Whisper stopped like a deer headlights.

“Don’t you dare cum until we say!,” Whisper yelled.

I had to stop touching myself, then. If I kept going, I was going to soak that fucking couch.

Without warning, Whisper grabbed me by the hair and forced me face down, ass up on the couch. Now this is the kind of shit I liked.

“You’ll do what we say, cunt”, Whisper said.

My face was smushed down into the couch cushion with my ass in the air. I heard Nina open the bin in the corner. I tried to look but I couldn’t see what she was taking out because Whisper had me so forcefully face down. Then Nina came by my face and dangled pink anal beads in front of me.

“Ever had these before?” she said.

“No”, I said nervously.

I really hadn’t done much of anal play in my lesbian experiences; I usually only experimented with it when I masturbated.

“Get that pussy and ass nice and wet,” Nina instructed Whisper.

Whisper let go of the back of my head and felt her spread my cunt lips open from behind. I felt her tongue ring slid in and out of my inner lips as she played with my clit with her hand.

“Yea, yea, yea…”, I kept saying. It felt so good. I kept trying to concentrate on something unpleasant to keep me from cumming.

Nina watched Whisper eat both my holes out for a few seconds before coming in front of me and spreading her legs.

“Ever eaten pussy, bitch?”, she asked.

“Yes”, I said.

“Good, then you better eat it good,” she said as she settled back in the corner of the couch, anal beads still in hand.

I could feel Whisper move up to my asshole and it tickled and I would tense up a little. In front of me was Nina’s nice, pink, meaty pussy and I couldn’t wait to taste it. She took my face and forcefully buried it right between her legs. I began sucking her clit and she started going wild.

“Oh yea, slut, just like that,” Nina said to me.

Then, without warning, I felt Whisper insert her finger into my asshole. At first it kind of hurt then I couldn’t believe how good it felt as she rammed her finger in it over and over. I reached up and pinched Nina’s nipples as I sucked on her sweet pussy. I took one finger as I sucked on that big clit and massaged her G-spot. I knew she would cum in no time. Within minutes, she grabbed my hair, got super tense and came all over my face. She then got up and went behind me where Whisper was still eating my ass and pussy.

“Suck on these, whore”, Nina said as she rammed the plastic anal beads down my throat. I gagged.

I got them as wet as I possibly could. I was honestly terrified of how much it would hurt. I handed them back to her and Whisper and Nina inserted the anal beads into my rectum. When I told them it hurt, they told me to shut the fuck up and take it…so I did.

Nina went back over to the bin and took out a pair of handcuffs and a strapon. They cuffed me behind my back and instructed me to lay flat.

“I’ve never been fucked by a girl before,” I said.

Nina began to put on the strap on and Whisper sat up my chest.

“Are you gonna make this pretty pussy cum, slut?”., Whisper asked me as she spread her pussy lips in front of my face.

“Yes”, I said.

I saw Nina in the corner squirt some lube on the plastic cock that was now harnessed on her.

“Spread your fucking legs wide, whore”, Nina said.

I couldn’t really see her since Whisper was sitting on my chest. I had no idea what Nina was doing down there and the unknown made me so hot.

I then felt the big cock fill my tight pussy. I screamed loudly.

As soon as Nina got a rhythm and began to fuck me, Whisper spread her pussy lips right on my face and instructed me to lightly flick the barbell in her clit with my tongue. I did just as I was told.

Nina now had my legs in the air and was holding my ankles as she thrusted the cock deep inside me. I knew it wasn’t long before I would get the urge to cum again.

“Make sure you tell me before you cum and you can’t cum until you make Whisper cum,” Nina said.

Whisper then instructed me to stop licking her clit and stick my tongue out, stiff and straight up. Oh shit, I thought to myself. She is going to ride my tongue like it’s a cock.

Whisper spread her hole open as far as it would go and inserted my stiff tongue into her pussy. She grabbed my hair by my forehead and literally rode my face. She massaged her clit furiously the whole time. Her juices were spilling out all over my face and my tongue was aching but I didn’t care. It was the hottest thing I have ever done. Within about two minutes, Whisper came all over my face, neck, chest, tits and hair. She then massaged her cum into my tits as she pinched and pulled them.

Nina was all red and sweating now as she kept fucking my little pussy.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Nina said, out of breath.

“I love it when you fuck my pussy”, I said.

I felt that wave again.

“I’m gonna cum!”, I said.

I felt Whisper slide down and take a handle on the anal beads.

“Now!”, I said as I felt that rush come over me. Whisper pulled out the anal beads one by one and my orgasm lasted for about 30 seconds.

When it was over, I looked down between my legs and the whole couch was drenched. They said they had never seen a girl cum so much in their lives.

The three of us got dressed, used the bathroom, cleaned up and then went to smoke a cigarette. We talked for about a half hour about meaningless stuff like the weather and how badly the New York Yankees sucked this season and then I said goodbye. They both kissed me hard before I walked out the door.

When I got back in my car I realized I had left my phone in there. I had 7 missed calls and even more text messages from Matt. When I called him back I made up some story about running into an old friend at the gas station and going to get a drink with them. I am still dating him today and he still has no idea how one of our first dates, I had a wild threesome with two skanky strippers.

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My first true life lesbian encounter..

I realized when I was about twenty-one years of age that females turned me on. I never was really attracted to my best friends in a sexual way but I remember going to a strip club once with a bunch of guys. I was the only girl and was having a great time watching all the guys get turned out by the beautiful, all naked girls. I was wearing a dress with pantyhose (it was the middle of the winter and freezing out) and I suddenly felt like I wet myself. Needless to say, my pussy was soaking wet from all the titties and pussy lips being rubbed in my face all night. I also took a liking to lesbian porn before I would masturbate. I never thought I was bisexual, it was just a fantasy of mine and I knew I had to act it out in some way but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t have lesbian sex with one of my girl friends; they are like my sisters. I am a gorgeous, wealthy, law school student from an affluent area and as you can imagine, my chances to eat pussy were slim to none. I then decided I’d check out craigslist.com.

For a few days, I innocently trolled the boards. There were a lot of postings in my area and some were more hardcore then others. Finally, on about the third day, I found a posting from a very pretty twenty-eight year old who lived about 30 minutes away from me named Tania. Her posting said looking for “breast play”. I thought this would be a good way to get started into lesbian sex and it seemed pretty safe. I had no idea what I was in for.

I sent her an email, and we began talking over AIM for about a week. She was well-educated, had a great job and also had a fantasy to be with other women and she had only been with one woman before. I expressed to her that I only wanted breast play as her asked for in her posting. She laughed and said that was fine. I also told her she would need to take control since I had never done this before.

We made a date for a Thursday night at her apartment that she shared with her fianc?but he’d be at work all night. I was so nervous, I picked out the perfect pink lacy bra to encase my perky, twenty-three year old, cup C breasts. I studied my tits in the mirror for about twenty-minutes, hoping Tania would think they were okay. My nipples are large and my nipples stand up like top hats when aroused. I began to tweak my nipples, standing there soaking wet in my bathroom post-shower, just thinking about Tania putting her mouth on them. I stopped myself quickly and decided I would save all my sexual energy until I saw her.

When I got to her apartment, I was pleasantly surprised to see she was gorgeous. She was taller then me, about 5’9” (I am only 5’2”), lean, about B sized tits, and a small right ass. She was tan and her hair was dark reddish color. As soon as I stepped foot in her place, she said, “God, you’re hot”. I couldn’t argue with that. I am petite, about 115 pounds, size C breasts and a luscious, full ass. My hair is caramel blonde color and I have olive colored skin being from a mixed Spanish and Italian background.

We sat on the couch and chit-chatted for about an hour. She broke out a bottle of red wine and halfway through my first glass, I was feeling tipsy. I then began drinking slower, since I didn’t want to have a hard time getting aroused because of my alcohol intake.

After the conversation lulled, she moved closer to me on the couch and asked if I was “ready to play?”. I giggled and she leaned over and kissed me. She kissed me softly at first, then snuck her tongue in and before long, she was ramming it down my throat. If a guy had kissed me like this, I would’ve gotten up and left and told him to go back to the eighth grade and learn how to kiss. But when Tania did it, I felt numb and my whole body tingled.

She then suggested that we’d take off our shirts and strip down to our bras. We both sat there on the couch, me in my pink lace bra and her in a red satin one. She began to massage my breasts over the cups of my bra.

“You like that?”, she whispered.

I told her I did as I giggled sheepishly. This felt strange, like it was a dream and I was terrified but I was also excited to see what was about to happen next.

“Can I take off your bra, sexy?”, Tania said.

I obliged and she unhooked my bra. I felt so vulnerable sitting on a stranger’s couch, while she was still covered.

“Lay back, relax”, she said.

I realize how tense and stiff I was. I leaned back a little bit, feet still on the floor as she leaned forward and began to play with nipples.

“Ooooohhhhh….,” I said. All the guys I have ever dated knew if they wanted me to get soaking fucking wet, to play with my nipples first.

Tania was tweaking and pinching them and even started lightly slapping them. I was so turned on. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a surge in my panties.

“What do you want me to do with them?”, she coyly asked.

“Put them in your mouth,” I answered. I couldn’t even believe I just said that!

She smiled for ear and ear and bent down and began to suck on my left nipple while still pinching the right. I felt myself grinding my teeth as I got more and more horny. She started to lightly bite them and I told her to slap them again. She started to slap my tits right on my nipples and I just felt electricity through my veins. After about 10 minutes of breast play on me, I unhooked Tania’s bra and was about to engage in my first lesbian activity ON someone else.

I basically just mimicked when Tania did to me. Her breasts were much smaller then my own. Her nipples were small and red in color and I really liked sucking on them. She moved my hair out of my face while I did so, the whole while looking up at her innocently. Hey, if it turned on guys so much to look at them while sucking their cocks, it would work on girls too theoretically, right?

After about 10 minutes of munching on Tania’s small perfect titties, she sat me up and we began to rub both our nipples on eachother while we kissed. She then asked if I would like to move into the bedroom so we could have a bit more room and I agreed.

We moved to the bedroom and I laid on bed with Tania on top of me. We continued to kiss and rub our nipples on eachother. She then said she had an idea. She wanted to rub her nipple on my clit, over my panties. I was hesitant at first and then I agreed as long as there was no direct vaginal contact. I didn’t think I was ready for that just yet.

She removed my jeans and I was wearing plain white cotton, boy short panties underneath. I didn’t even wear sexy underwear since I didn’t plan on this little tryst going this far.

Tania came back up to mouth and told me to suck them again and get them all nice and hard so I can feel them on my clit. I did as I was told on both nipples and she moved down to my pussy. I spread my legs apart as much as I could muster without feeling completely awkward and she began to rub her nipple on my pussy. It felt so good and the friction of my panties was making me so wet. I pinched my nipples as I watched Tania between my legs rub her titties against my moist pussy. All of a sudden, she started to laugh.

“What?”, I asked.

“You have a huge wet spot on your panties”, she said.

I began to blush.

“Can I look at it?”, she asked.

I was silent for a minute. I wasn’t even sure what she meant. She explained she just wanted to look at my pussy and wouldn’t touch it if I didn’t want her to. She said just pretend like I was at the doctor. Now THAT turned me on and I was sold.

She removed my panties and opened my legs. I continued to massage my breasts.

“Can you open it for me?”, she asked.

I took my fingers and spread it open for her as she intently watched.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet,” she moaned. “It’s glistening”.

I then realized how turned on I was making her and it in turn was making me super horny. I opened my hole as wide as I could.

“Mmmmmm”, Tania whispered. “Can I see your asshole, too?”

At this point, I am fully naked on this girl’s bed, I wasn’t about to be modest now. I lifted my legs a little and opened my ass chicks and showed her my shithole. Tania licked her lips.

“I want to see your pussy now,” I said.

Tania was out of her jeans and underwear in about fifteen seconds flat. She sat right across from me, in the same position and spread her pussy open so I could see.

“Do you want to touch it?”, she said.

I wasn’t sure just yet. I told her I wanted to watch her touch it. She began to masturbate as I watched and then I began to rub my clit too. There we were, getting off to EACHOTHER getting off. I watched her cum and some clear liquid shot across at me and hit me in the lower stomach. I laughed.

“Did you cum yet?”, she asked.

I told I didn’t and I wanted and needed penetration. She walked over to her closet and took out a purple vibrator.

“Do you want me to fuck you with this?”, she asked.

I did. I wanted it so fucking badly.

“Lay back”, she instructed me.

I laid back, nervous as hell and I literally thought I may vomit from my nerves. I spread my legs and Tania came and sat up by me.

“Spread ‘em really wide so I can put it in,” she said.

I opened my legs as far as they would go and she reached down and inserted the jelly cock into my dripping snatch.

I instantly let out a moan.

She began to slowly fuck me with it as she sucked on my tits.

I asked her to turn the vibrator on, so I could feel the vibrating part on my clit and she said, “Not yet, I want you to beg for it”.

She began to fuck me harder and harder with the toy and I was grinding my hips back and forth against the bed. She stopped sucking on my tits and settled herself right between my legs as she furiously fucked me. I could feel the sheets soaking wet under me.

“If you want me to turn it on, get on all fours”, she demanded.

I immediately flipped over on all fours, and stuck my ass in the air. I was waiting for her to reinsert the dildo when all of a sudden I felt wetness back there. I then realized she was licking my pussy.

“What are you doing?!”, I yelled. I was angry at first. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with that.

“Just relax, baby”, Tania said. “I need to taste your pussy and ass and then I’ll fuck you again with this, okay?”.

I hesitantly agreed. She put the vibrator down, spread apart my pussy lips and buried her face in the crevice of my pussy and ass. She was putting her tongue in and out and in and out of my pussy and then she moved up to my asshole. At one point while she was sucking my pussy, she fingered my asshole very slowly. It felt amazing but I just wanted her to fuck me till I came with that vibrator. I asked her to finish me off because I felt like I was going to explode. She giggled and said she could do one better. She walked back to her closest and came out with a slim, small vibrator and said she was going to put the little one in my ass as she fucked my pussy with the purple dick.

So there she is behind me, fucking me with the big dildo and putting the little one in and out of my ass. I am pinching my own nipples and playing with my clit alternately and before long I feel the wave start to come over me.

“I’m gonna cum!”, I scream.

Just as I came, Tania removed both toys from my holes and rammed her two of her fingers in my pussy. She told me later she did this because she wanted to “feel my pussy quiver from the inside”. After it was over, I was exhausted and Tania was pleased with herself.

I felt bad I had gotten off in such an awesome way and she had only gotten off with her own hand. She smiled shyly and said it was okay and I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I told her I wanted to eat her pussy and her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

I told her to lay back this time, and I lowered my face to her crotch. I had seen pussy that up close before, at the strip club so I wasn’t shocked at all being that close to it. I parted her outer lips and just looked around for awhile to familiarize myself with it. Her pussy was glistening under the light of her overhead fan and some of it was dripping out onto her asshole. I then pulled apart the inner lips and stared face to face with her tight, pink hole. She was writhing against the bed in the anticipation of me sucking and licking it.

I then took my fingers and pulled back the hood of her clit and finally flicked it lightly with my tongue.

“Ohhhh yeah,” she moaned.

I then began to suck on her clit as she moaned more and more loudly. I inserted my two fingers into her pussy and fingered her at the same time. She was so wet that it was oozing over my fingers, right onto her pretty floral bedspread.

“Talk dirty to me…I’ll get off quicker”, she said.

“You like my fingers in your wet pussy, you filthy little whore?”, I asked her.

“Oh, God yes!”, she yelled.

“You got a perfect little pink pussy, slut,” I said.

She was getting closer and closer to orgasming and I could tell because her body was getting all flushed.

“I’m so close!”, she exclaimed.

“Cum on these fingers, slut. Cum now!”, I yelled at her.

“Oh shittttt!”, she screamed as she came all over my fingers and onto my face.

After it was over, we laid in bed next to eachother, played with our tits a little bit and then took a shower together. I was at her place for a total of about three hours and I left satisfied with my first lesbian encounter. We still get together every couple of months for an all out, pussy munching and fucking session.

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Cindy lay in the tub and relaxed as the jet propelled water wafted over every inch of her lean sun tanned body. What a day! It felt good just to not have to move! She was startled when the door to the bathroom door literally burst open as her mother hurriedly plopped down on the john and let loose with a audible sigh as a river of hot pee gushed from her pussy. I’m sorry, hon,” she apologized while she wiped her damp crack, “I just couldn’t hold it another minute!” “That’s all right,” Cindy replied while looking at her mothers bare vagina, “if ya gotta go……..” It wasn’t exactly her mother’s pussy that had drawn the eighteen year olds attention, it was more what was attached to it! “Mom, can I ask you a question,” Cindy asked softly? “Why sure, dear,” the older woman replied while tugging her bikini panties over her hips, “ask away!” “Well, uh,” Cindy stumbled, “it’s just that I was wondering about your, you know, your ring!” Marilyn Case looked down at her pretty young daughter, and in a subdued voice asked softly, And which ring would that be?” With her face and pert breasts flushing red Cindy replied almost inaudibly, “You know, the one down there, on your vagina!” Instead of pulling up her slacks, Marilyn left them down around her ankles while answering gently, “Well, what is it you want to know?” “I dunno,” Cindy said softly, “I was just wondering what it feels like, I mean to have something like through your lips.” “Well, it’s not actually through my lips,” Marilyn replied while pushing her panties back down, “as you can see it actually is piercing my clit!” This was the first time she had seen her mother’s ring this close up, and unbelievably it was true, her mother’s clit was being pulled from its hood by the tiny stainless steel piece of jewelry! “M-my god,” she gasped, “it’s beautiful, but doesn’t it hurt, I mean that’s a pretty sensitive spot?!?” “Mmmmm, no,” her mother replied, “it feels wonderful to have something tugging on me all of the time!” Cindy hadn’t even realized she was doing it but as she stared at her mother’s incredible pussy her own hand had slipped between her legs and she began gently probing her teenage muff!

Marilyn groaned softly while eyeing her daughter’s luscious body, and involuntarily her pussy drenched itself as her super engorged clit began to throb spasmodically! “M-mommy, you have such a beautiful vagina,” Cindy gasped. “I wanna get a ring for my clit too!” Cindy had by now buried her fingers deep into her white hot quim, and while her mother looked on in wide eyed wonder, furiously masturbated her clitoris until her back arched and an orgasm of mind bending proportions slammed into her helpless pussy like a locomotive running down hill without brakes! “Sweet jesus, you’re on fire,” Marilyn whispered to her daughter while at the same time moving over to edge of the tub! “Now be a good little girl and show mommy what a nice mouth you have!” Cindy’s head was spinning out of control but with her mommy’s incredibly puffed up pussy only inches from her face, she swallowed hard, and after only a moments hesitation leaned forward and let her tongue slip into her mommy’s steaming crack!

Marilyn closed her eyes while Cindy’s tongue worked its magic on her bulging organ. Subconsciously she opened her blouse, unhooked her lacy white bra, and after roughly twisting her nipples pulled one of the bright pink nubs to her mouth and began sucking on it greedily. If anyone would have walked into that bathroom they surely would have been stunned to see a pretty young woman with her mouth attached to the over ripe pussy her mother! A deep groan gurgled up from deep inside of Marilyn’s throat as a tidal wave of passion began welling up deep in the pit of her belly. With Cindy gently tugging at her clit ring with her teeth Marilyn’s legs nearly buckled as her cunt was attacked with series of mini cums that only stoked the fires in her pussy even hotter! If she hadn’t known better she would have figured her daughter was an experienced cunt lapper, but as far as she could tell this was probably her first experience at sucking the bearded clam! Cindy’s own fingers were now literally flying in and out her gaping labia while both women were now shamelessly thrusting their cunts forward as they climbed aboard the “Climax Express”!

Cindy had always figured that her mommy had a hot pussy, after all anyone who wore a clit ring was probably somewhere around the bend sexually, but she was finding out the her mother had a hunger in her loins that was absolutely ravenous! “Thatta baby,” Marilyn moaned, “suck my fucking pussy you hot cunted little bitch!!!” That did it!!! Just hearing her mother begging for it in such descriptive language was more than the poor girl could take, so without giving it a second thought the young woman grabbed a bottle of shampoo and rammed the thinner end deep inside of her pussy! “G-good fucking christ, your fucking yourself,” Marilyn gasped! “Oh yes, fuck it harder, fuck that little red hot pussy!!!” By now Cindy was trying to devour her mommy’s pussy while at the same time ramming the bottle neck in an out of her helpless cunt like a trip hammer! Marilyn let her boobs fall free so she could use her hands to grab her daughter’s head and force her mouth harder into her gaping slit! Cindy’s pussy began to buck up and down as the hard plastic bottle induced a stunning orgasm in her tight little cunt, while at the same time her mommy’s crack convulsed hard several times while filling her mouth with a gusher of sweet hot pussy juice!!!

Both women were momentarily shocked at the strange turned of events, but after only a second or two Marilyn’s legs finally gave out as she slid helplessly to the floor with her legs splayed wide open and her clit ring glistening with a coating of Bartholin’s fluid!!! “My goodness, mommy,” Cindy cooed while softly caressing her own breasts, “I can’t wait to get a ring of my very own!!!” Marilyn smiled, let out a deep sigh, and replied, “Mmmmmm, and I’ll make the appointment!!!

THE END

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was a ‘pianist’ and had been picked up in a sweep, along with my radio. I was young and attractive, and after I’d spilled my guts to my interrogator, then naturally, I didn’t want to be sent to a concentration camp to be killed, or taken out into the back yard to be hanged or shot.

I was a ‘pianist’ and had been picked up in a sweep, along with my radio. I was young and attractive, and after I’d spilled my guts to my interrogator, then naturally, I didn’t want to be sent to a concentration camp to be killed, or taken out into the back yard to be hanged or shot.

My first meeting with Mistress was in the horrible, cold and dirty cell I got thrown into, on arrival. Pardon my vulgarity, but they hadn’t even given me the proverbial ‘pot to piss in’. I thought I’d been in it a few hours, wetting myself, and panicking as to what was going to happen to me. I’d been trained in England and I had a fair idea of what sort of treatment I could expect from the Gestapo. To be fair, I was a little surprised that I hadn’t yet been raped; which was the first thing I expected to happen to me. I was an attractive young woman, after all, and I knew that multiple rape was often the first stage in softening up a female prisoner. It was often all it took to break her, too. I expect that it would have been sufficient to break me; I’d likely have been offering to talk before the first man got my panties down as far as my knees, let alone as far as my ankles!

Anyway, the door opened and I jumped, thinking to myself that it was time to be interrogated rather roughly. I got the surprise of my life when an attractive brunette of about twenty five, wearing an immaculate uniform, walked in, carrying a cushion and a bucket.

She put the bucket into one corner of my cell, knelt down on the cushion beside my bed and held out her hand to me. “I am Sturmbannfuhrer Hartmann,” she said, in excellent French; even down to the Paris accent, as I took the proffered hand. “I am the equivalent to a French major, and I’m in command of this facility. I already know who you are, from your purse, although I have little idea if the name is real or fake. Now that you’re here, in my custody, it doesn’t matter, does it? You’re a brave woman to do what you do, for the Tommies, and I respect you for it; I really do. You just made the mistake of being caught. You are lucky that you were brought here, to me, and not taken to one of our other ‘facilities’.

You know where you are I presume?” she asked.
“Yes, major,” I mumbled.
“Then you know what usually happens to your sort in here. The men have already argued over got to rape you first, but I told them they couldn’t. I’ve made a wager with them; one that says I can get all the information I want, without having to resort to hurting you. I’m willing to ignore the fact that you’re a spy for a foreign power, if you’ll tell me what I want to know. Those bullies that like to think that they’re men; although you and I know otherwise; are not going to hurt you, because I won’t let them. No doubt they’re all fervently hoping that I’ll fail and hand you over to be broken in the usual way for one as pretty as you are, but I don’t think I will. I don’t think that you’re stupid enough to let me fail, because you know what that means, and you don’t want to experience their methods of interrogation. I don’t doubt that you’ll sing like a canary if I let the, erm, ‘males’ have you, but I’m gambling that you don’t want me to do that.

I have a deal to offer you, and I think that you should take it. My side of the deal is warm food, hot water to wash with, clean clothes to replace the soiled ones that you’re wearing at the moment, and no harm to even a hair on your head. Your side of the deal is that you spill your guts to me, and to me alone.

I don’t want to hurt you, but you should know that I will if I have to; if you leave me no choice. I don’t like to hurt people, but if it was the other way round; if I was in your hands, your friends would do to me, exactly what my men are going to do to them. I don’t doubt for one moment that I’d be tortured for what I know. How long do you think would it be until they began to rape me, for being nothing more than a German bitch who had the bad luck to get caught, and who was going to be entertainment, until they got bored with the sport, and murdered me? Your friends would kill me eventually, and we both know they would. I’ll give you time to think over my offer, as I make you a cup of tea to soothe your nerves, and as a down payment on my part of the deal.”

That sort of kindness threw me entirely. I wasn’t expecting anything of the sort. I was expecting the brutality I had been taught that I could, and should, expect. Within ten minutes I had a cup of tea on a saucer with two lumps of sugar on the side, and a small jug of cream, and I was absolutely lost for words. As I put the milk and sugar into the cup, the major produced part of a packet of biscuits from a uniform pocket, and gave me those as well. I did not expect such nicety in a Gestapo facility. The major left me alone for thirty minutes, allowing me to drink the tea and eat all the biscuits. I’d had neither food nor water for hours, and was both hungry and thirsty. Then she came back to ask if I wanted to accept her offer, or if I was going to patriotic, stubborn and/or immensely stupid.

I’d always been stubborn, and I liked to think that I was a patriot, but I was never stupid. I was frightened out of my wits, and such an offer was very appealing, so I agreed to tell her anything she wanted to know, if she promised not to hand me over to the men and allow them to rape me, before, during or after I talked. She promised, with her hand over her heart, and told me that if I was abused when she was away from the building, all I had to do was point out the man, or men who hurt me, and they’d be punished. I told the beautiful young major that I’d accept her offer; I told her that I’d tell her whatever she wanted to know as long as she didn’t hurt me.

I didn’t know whether or not I could believe what she told me, but that simple promise gave me hope for the first time in hours, and hope was something that I desperately needed! I also realized that I had little choice other than to accept her promise at face value, because I knew what would happen to me if I didn’t. We even shook hands to seal the bargain!

We’d talk for a short while, the major said it would be an hour or so, after which I could have a meal and another cup of tea. Then we’d continue to talk. We talked for the hour, and then my meal was brought to me by a guard. The meal wasn’t wonderful; a bowl of tomato soup and four slices of bread; but the bread was fresh, the soup was hot, and so was the tea that came with it. As the guard took away my empty tray, the look he gave me was something horrible, as if I was something he’d stepped in, on the pavement outside. I didn’t say or do anything to provoke him, however, and he neither touched me, nor spoke to me. The major came back after I’d eaten, and she asked more questions. I answered what I could, and she seemed content with that; not implying that I was lying, or holding back, because to do so would be stupid.

Later that night, I heard two of the men talking outside my cell. I had no idea of what they were saying, but from the crude laughter, I didn’t have to be a genius to figure it out.

As they laughed and joked, and I shivered in a mixture of fear and cold, another voice cut in, over theirs. I didn’t understand that one either, but it was clear that its owner wasn’t happy with what he’d heard. The little vision hatch on the door of my cell opened, and I saw the face of a kind looking middle aged man. “Go back to sleep, now, Miss, they won’t trouble you,” he said, in pretty good French.

I spent a cold night in that cell, but I was left alone by the sentries, and the rest of the staff, if there were any further staff. The door was opened, loudly, and quite early, and there stood the major; her uniform looking immaculate, and holding a tray in both hands. On that tray were a bowl of breakfast cereal, a cup of tea, and a bar of chocolate. The major put the tray on the floor beside my bed, with the words, “Breakfast mein liebling,” and walked away, to allow me peace to eat my breakfast. I didn’t bother to ask what the hell a ‘liebling’ was, though; I didn’t need to know what it meant. I’ll admit that I was still a little shocked at such gentle treatment, when my instinct told me that I should not be expecting it.

After I’d eaten breakfast, the major walked back into the cell and she was carrying a chair. She sat down and gave me a little smile. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked.
“Fine,” I replied, “but it was a little cold last night.”
“Well, we’ll see about some more blankets for you this afternoon, if you continue to co-operate.” Then she stuck her head out of the door, and shouted something in her language that I didn’t understand. Almost immediately, a sentry appeared with a clean bucket, and took mine out of the corner of the cell, while giving me a look like a summons. “He doesn’t like you,” commented the major.
“No, he doesn’t,” I replied.
“Never mind, he doesn’t have to like you. He just has to remember what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t obey my orders; I’ll have the eggs off him with a blunt razorblade and I’ll ship him off to Torgau before he’s finished screaming! Either that or he can volunteer for active service on the Russian front.” For ‘eggs’, I figured she meant ‘testicles’, but as for what ‘Torgau’ was, I didn’t know. Maybe it was a prison of some sort for soldiers.

“I’ll tell you something that might surprise you, Cherie. Most of the men here don’t like me a great deal more than they like you; maybe even less. If I’d let them have you yesterday, you would be more popular than I am; for obvious reasons. Behind my back, they call me ‘Queen Bitch’ for my attitude, but they still do what I tell them.

You’ve already been labeled as my pet; you’re untouchable, so you might as well try and milk it for all it’s worth. The two young thugs who woke you up last night won’t be bothering you again. They’re on their way to the mountains of Norway as we speak. If they’re lucky, I’ll send them some trousers next week! If you need anything, and you’re feeling brave, get a sentry’s attention, politely of course, and ask.” She wrote a sentence down on a piece of paper and told me to, “If a sentry gives you trouble, quote him that line, and remind him of what you want.

The major returned to questioning me about anything she wanted to know, and like the sniveling coward that I was, I told her anything I could. She asked me for the name and address of our courier. I didn’t know, so I couldn’t tell her; all I could give her was a physical description which could have applied to thousands of locals. Only our commander and his deputy knew that, and to be fair, those two would probably have been quite at home in the same uniform as the major; they’d have behaved every bit as bad as their enemy, in the same situation.

When the major commented on the sort of treatment she expected would have been meted out to her, in our hands, the day before, I could easily image those two doing exactly what she described, and I felt a little ashamed about that. However, they were both dead, so she couldn’t ask them.

Dinner was brought to me from the canteen, and it was warm and tasty. After that, I took delivery of three big, thick blankets for my bed, brand new and still in the packaging, to keep out the cold of the night, while I slept. I was left alone in the afternoon, and as I lay, curled up on my bed, bored out of my skull, I felt more like a traitor than I had up until then. I consoled myself with the fact that the alternative was worse. I couldn’t have stopped myself talking to my interrogators, and I knew that. All I would have achieved, by refusing to tell the major what she wanted to know, was subjecting myself to pain and suffering. When the major popped her head around the doorway briefly, gave me a big thick book to read, “To prevent boredom,” she said; a cup of hot cocoa to drink, and half a family pack of digestive biscuits to snack on, “To keep your energy up,” it made just made me feel even worse.

I could hear the odd scream from further down the corridor, and I knew what that meant. My friends were being tortured, and I was being molly coddled as an ‘experiment’. I was the only woman taken in the raid, so at least I didn’t have to imagine the scenes of sexual violence being perpetrated against anyone; I just had to worry about them being perpetrated against myself, if the major thought that I was holding information back. As long as she kept her word though, I had no intention of doing that, and it seemed clear to me that she would keep her word.

Late that night, I awoke in my bed, feeling unwell. After I’d vomited into the slops bucket, I asked the guard for a cup of water to wash away the bad taste. He laughed and told me to where I could get off, so I quoted the line I’d been given by the major. Lights were left on in the cells all the time, to make it difficult for prisoners to sleep, so I could read it easily.

The cup of water was delivered very quickly after that. I was even asked if I wanted a second one! I accepted, and put it in one corner of the cell, as far away from the slops bucket as I could get it, in case I got thirsty during the night. The following morning I asked the major for a translation of what I’d shouted down the corridor. It went something like this, “Your commander wants me looked after very well, and if I tell her how nasty you’ve been to me, what do you think queen bitch will do to you in the morning?” What would ‘queen bitch’ have done to him? Clearly he didn’t want to find out, so I got what I wanted.
By day three, I’d spilled all I knew, which wasn’t much, so the major went back on questions that had already been answered, just to check answers. With hindsight, she was coming to see me because she was attracted to me, and was gently sounding me out, to see if I’d be responsive to the offer she wanted to make me. If I look back now, I suppose that I should have seen it in her eyes, but I wasn’t looking for that; I was too afraid to imagine that the woman being so nice to me was attracted to me, and wanted to get me into her bed.

At the end of the third interrogation session, the major gave me a cloth, a towel, a bucket of hot water and a bar of soap, so that I could wash. She even gave me a set of clean clothes out of her own wardrobe. I could finally get rid of the smell that came from what I was wearing. I’d been wearing the clothes I wet myself in, for three days, and basically, I stank to high heaven.

When our hideout had been raided, I’d hidden in what I thought was a secret room, and hoped I wouldn’t be found. I had no gun with me, so I couldn’t put up a fight when I did get found. I had been taught about weapons in England, so when I saw the business end of a Schmeisser machine pistol pointed at me, I wet myself.

Some resistance fighter, eh! It didn’t take much lorry space to carry the few of us taken alive, and so we traveled in half decent comfort, although we were very scared of what was going to happen to us. I expected to be tortured for what I knew, and very definitely appreciated the kindness I received from the beautiful, busty young major. While I was in the lorry, I thought that I should have tried to provoke the young soldier into shooting me; that way I could have had a quick, clean, and relatively painless death. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been that smart, or that brave; I just stood still, put my hands up and wet my panties. The major even stood outside the cell door, to stop the guards looking at me while I stripped naked to wash.

Apparently, I was judged to be a successful experiment, even though I knew it was simply my cowardice that made me spill my guts the way I did. The major also knew what the situation was and said, rather crudely, that when she’d seen my tear streaked face, and seen and smelled my piss-soaked skirt, she figured what would happen if she could get me decent treatment, rather than let the interrogators take it in turns to beat and rape me, as usually happened to attractive female prisoners.

My looks had survived the interrogation procedure because I talked straight away. I knew what the alternative was to spilling my guts so readily; therefore they didn’t have to torture me. In all fairness, I’d been picked up with the survivors of my entire resistance cell anyway; therefore I didn’t really have a great deal of valuable information to give away to my interrogators.

I wondered what would happen to me when I’d told all of what I knew; would my captors take me out the back and shoot me? Would they simply loop a rope over the ceiling beam, and hang me from it, in the cell? I didn’t expect to leave the building in anything other than a body bag. I’d known that I was a dead woman from the moment I got out of the truck in the courtyard upstairs; I just hoped that they would show me a little mercy from the way I’d given them all the information they wanted, and make my death quick, and relatively painless. Perhaps one of them would press the muzzle of his service pistol against the nape of my neck and pull the trigger.

The question was answered when the major came to see me; late on I think the sixth, or maybe the seventh night, I’m not entirely sure. The building was deserted, as she intended it would be. My cell door opened and she stepped through, looking as immaculate as ever in her field grey uniform, and she sat on the edge of my bed. “What do with do with you now that I’ve picked your brain clean of any useful information?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Generally, we dispose of terrorists like you on a train to a concentration camp, but it would be a waste of a beautiful woman. I think can save your life, but you’d have to make the risk worth my while.”
“I’m not wealthy, major,” I replied. “I don’t have money to bribe you with.”
She stood up and pulled the blankets away from me, and for a moment I began to panic. Then she sat back down, gently ran a hand up my skirt and touched the crotch of my panties. “I don’t really need money from you, and I’m far more interested in this,” she said, as she pushed her fingers inside my panties.
“Major?” I asked, pretty much in shock at the way she had so blatantly come on to me.

She rolled me over onto my back, straddled my body, and deliberately grabbed hold of both of my breasts, through my clothes. “This is what I want from you in exchange for your life; I want your beautiful body. I’ll treat you better than any of the men would, as long you please me; I’ll give you my word on that. I won’t beat you, starve you, or share you with anyone, as long as you’re my pretty mistress. The fact that you’re an enemy agent in hiding won’t matter. You’ll be well-looked after, well-fed and well-clothed, although you’ll have to stay indoors at my billet, permanently.”

I froze, and couldn’t seem to speak. “Your friends go to the nearest camp in the morning as slave labor. So far, your name isn’t on the shipping list, and I’ll probably get a slap on the wrist from my area commander for that oversight, if it stays that way. You’ve got a week to make your mind up, because when the oversight is realized, you’ll get shipped on the next train, and I won’t be able to do anything about it.

You might draw a senior camp officer’s attention with your looks, and spend a while as his mistress, but he won’t treat you as well as I will, and it will only last until he gets bored with you, and replaces you with a new mistress from another shipment of prisoners. After that, they’ll work you to death, or they’ll just put you into the gas chamber.

As I said, it would be waste of a beautiful young woman, and I find myself attracted to you in the same way as the men here. There’s a very big difference though; I won’t rape you; there’s no point to it. I’ll only have you in my bed if you’re willing to be there with me, and I’ll do my best to provide pleasure for you. I can make the nights enjoyable for you, in front of the fire, or under the covers of my bed.”

The major put a hand back into my panties, pressing a fingertip inside my sex, and then pushing it a little deeper when I didn’t complain. Would I have dared to complain?
I blushed and she smiled. “You’ve never been touched like this before, have you?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, seeing as I hadn’t. No man had gotten into my panties because I was a good girl, and a good girl didn’t give away her virginity until her wedding night.
“Are you still a virgin?” she asked with a clear smile on her face. She was hoping I was going to say ‘yes’.
“Yes, Major; I’ve been a good girl,” I replied. I had been a good girl, too, and refused the attempts to seduce me that several of the other members of the resistance cell had made, although I had never imagined that saving my chastity would save my life.
She smiled again and said, “In that case, strip and show me what you’ve got to offer me in exchange for your life,” as she got up to stand at my bedside. I hesitated and she added, “You’ve got nothing that I haven’t got.”

I still hesitated, and she reached down to touch my cheek. “Tell you what, if you’re worried, I’ll match you in nakedness, item for item. You show me your tits, I’ll show you mine. If you show me your pussy, I’ll show you mine. I’ll even go first if you insist.

There’s only me, you and one guard in this building, and that’s how it’ll be for at least an hour. That guard is the only one I trust, and that’s because he doesn’t like girls. He’s not going to be interested in your body, even if he could see it. You’d have to pay him to have sex with you!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the fairness of the offer, so I stood up, and feeling thoroughly humiliated, I followed her lead and stripped off to let her see my body. I was strange to notice that the major wasn’t even slightly embarrassed to show me her body, and despite what I had gone through, I did still have some pride left. When the major shamelessly bared her enviable breasts in front of me, I felt that I had to bare my lesser pair for her. I felt the same when she took off her panties, and threw them on my bed; making no attempt to cover her sex. I was worried about being disturbed in the cell, but I did what I was told, because the major clearly wasn’t worried, and if we’d been caught, it would have been far more embarrassing for her than for me.

When we were both naked, the major walked around to stand behind me and reached around to grab my breasts, as she pressed hers into the skin of my back. “These feel every bit as good as they look,” she whispered into one ear. “You have the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever had hold of, and I think I’m going to enjoy playing with them on a nighttime.”

Then she released her grip and stepped back in front of me again, and reached across to my bed to produce a pen from her jacket pocket. “I need to check and see if you’ve told me the truth, though, you dirty French tart,” she said to me. I didn’t have to be told where the pen was going to be put, and the major demanded that I lie back on the bed and open my legs for her.

Feeling even more humiliated than I ever had, I obeyed, because I knew I had no choice. The major pressed the pen up inside my sex and it struck my hymen, as I hoped it would. I was a virgin, but not all virgins’ hymens survive intact if they’ve led active lives, and I had led an active life. Then she straddled my body again and looked down at me, with a smile. “You have been a good girl, unlike me; I’ve been a bad girl, and I’m nowhere near as innocent as you are. So, my pretty French tart, my bed, or the concentration camp?”
“Your bed, major; I don’t want to die. I’ll be your dirty French tart, if it means I don’t get killed.”

The major smiled and then reached down to kiss me. When I felt her tongue pressing at my lips, I opened them and allowed it to slip past them and into my mouth, as she gently squeezed my bare breasts. I felt dirty and degraded for what I was doing, but I was desperate not to be shipped off to a concentration camp in the morning as slave labor; I didn’t want to be worked to death. Nor did I want to be forced into being an officer’s mistress, which would have been no better than rape anyway.

I didn’t know how a prostitute felt when she first sold her body, but I doubt that it could have been much different to the way I felt at that moment, because I was basically going to give mine away; I wasn’t even going to be able to charge money for it! I suppose though, that I was going to trade it for something far more valuable than mere money; I would get to live!

Feeling brave, I asked the major why she’d intervened on my behalf, and she told me the truth. Despite her job, she didn’t believe in treating people the way the Gestapo often did. (Not having an interest in men, the major was at a disadvantage in being so beautiful, and the uniform tended to deter most of them. That was why she wore it, even when she could wear civilian clothes. She liked the fact that some of the men who might otherwise have made advances towards her because of her beauty, referred to her, behind her back, as ‘that filthy little Gestapo bitch!’ and didn’t want anything to do with her. Her logic was that if no one made advances, then she wouldn’t have to knock them back, and risk raising suspicion about her sexual preferences.)

There was the fact that she had French blood in her, and had spent years living in France. No doubt her ability to speak French like a native was why she’d been posted to Paris, which was where she’d lived for years before the war. In a way, seeing as she had spent many years in the country, she was a native, and it was why she wanted a posting anywhere but France, yet knew that she had no chance of any posting other than France.

She’d seen me when I was dragged into the building, and she could tell just how terrified I was. At that moment, she had an idea. That idea was to see how far she could get in breaking me, using nothing but kindness. Her male colleagues had laughed at her before, when she came up with the idea, so it was then a matter of pride, and she couldn’t allow me to hold out. She was an intelligent woman though, and knew how to play on my fears. That was why I had been left alone for hours in the cell, on that first day, and been allowed to panic, and wet myself a second time.

There was also the fact that she thought that I was beautiful, and she’d hoped that I was still a virgin, because she wanted to have sex with me while I was still unspoiled; before the men had taken their turns to roughly go through me for a few days as entertainment, and made a mess of my shapely body and my pretty face with cigarette ends, rubber truncheons, and their fists; or worse! She showed me some photographs of the effects of interrogations of attractive women who had the willpower to hold out for a while.

They were horrible, and I ran to the bucket in the corner of my filthy little cell and vomited my insides up, despite the stench from the bucket. Then I burst into tears, all from just from looking at the pictures, and thanked the major profusely for sparing me such a horrible fate. She held me tenderly, and softly stroked my hair, face and back, until my tears stopped, dried my eyes, and then she told me what I could do to thank her properly. She told me that once she got me out of the prison, which wasn’t going to be easy, she would take me to her home, and I would become her concubine. While I could guess what ‘concubine’ meant, it was a term I hadn’t heard before.

The major was very direct in telling me what she wanted out of me, but didn’t lie to me about anything. I knew exactly what was required of me if I wanted to survive the war, and whether I liked the idea or not, the alternative was death in one unpleasant form or another. While I didn’t like the idea of living as the major’s concubine, I liked the idea of being worked to death or gassed as a spy, even less, so I agreed to her terms. I picked the lesser of the two evils; I would be her concubine; her whore; for as long as she wanted to keep me alive. Before she left, Mistress kissed me again, and it didn’t feel quite so bad the second time.

I didn’t see the major again for a week or so. In fact the only people I saw were my jailers, and they just brought my meals, and occasionally changed the slops pail, and then for a short while the cell didn’t smell quite so bad. None of them spoke to me, but none of them did anything unpleasant to me either. I wasn’t entirely sure about the exact number of days; I think it was seven or eight. The major returned at a highly unusual hour, with more hot water and soap, and helped me to wash myself, while blatantly feeling me up in the process. That was the day I left the cell with the woman I was preparing to submit the use of my body to. The major stripped down to her underwear to help me clean myself up. It was then that I noticed a scar on the left side of her body, just below her armpit. “So you’ve noticed?” she asked, seeing where my eyes were pointing, perhaps wondering how I missed it the first time.
“Yes. Can I ask what caused it, or is that too personal?”
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Street mugging when I was fifteen. He pulled the bag with one hand and sliced at the strap with a sharp knife. I overbalanced when he pulled the bag and landed heavily on a broken drain cover, tearing my side open, and breaking my left arm in three places. There was nothing in the bag of any value though, and I suppose I should be thankful for that. If he’d just told me to hand the bag over, I would have; there was nothing in it worth hurting me to steal.”

It had been a week or so since I’d last had water to wash with, and I was beginning to smell a little, which the major commented on, rudely, and then she spanked me for it. Before I was allowed to get dressed, the major fondled me again, and asked me if I had changed my mind about becoming her concubine. Of course I hadn’t changed my mind; I wanted to live as much as the next woman!

How did my beautiful Mistress get me out of a Gestapo prison and into her quarters? Easy; I was to be put on a train, and shipped off to Ravensbruck, but I never reached the station. I was led away from the headquarters by the major and a guard. She dismissed the guard to prepare the decoy, and put me in the trunk of her staff car. The trunk was cold and dark, and I was in there for several hours. However, I stayed very quiet as I lay there, shivering in the dark and the cold, because the reward was worthwhile.

A convenient body was produced, and I was ‘killed attempting to escape.’ Apparently I fell down a flight of stairs, and according to the official record, I jumped out to run around a train. However, I slipped and fell, or I got pushed by someone chasing me. Either way, ‘my’ body was an unidentifiable, mangled mess, and I got quickly buried in an unmarked grave.

I didn’t ask where the body had come from; I didn’t want to know who the unfortunate woman was, and whether she had been killed, deliberately, to take my place, or if she’d just been conveniently dead. With what I had seen of Mistress’ personality, I didn’t think she’d have killed an innocent, but I couldn’t be sure. I don’t suppose that it mattered greatly in the long run, because survival is a very strong instinct in the human mind, and call me selfish and callous, but I wanted to survive.

Why did the guard allow the major to do it? I asked. The major knew that the guard was a practicing homosexual, and could prove it. If he didn’t do what Mistress demanded, she told him that she’d turn him in! Therefore he did what he was told to do by the major. He didn’t want to end up in a penal camp any more than she did, so the two of them reached an ‘understanding’. The major kept the guard’s secret and he kept hers. In all fairness, that put the major in the guard’s pocket, in a way. She had to protect him, in order to protect her secret. Of course, that put the guard in the major’s pocket, in exactly the same way.

When we reached her home, I was bursting for the toilet, after being in the trunk of the car for so long. After I answered nature’s call, Mistress turned me loose in her little kitchen, with the instruction to prepare food for the two of us, after apologizing for the fact that her culinary skills were dreadful, and the range of supplies to cook weren’t much better. She told me that if I wanted good food on a regular basis, I’d have to cook it myself, because if I let her do the cooking, my taste buds would certainly regret it. Mistress’ ability to cook didn’t go much further than sandwiches and toast, and the sandwiches would usually only be any good if the filling came out of a packet or out of a tin. It was uncommon that Mistress had meals at home; she preferred to eat out, rather than give herself food poisoning with her cooking. She said that she could burn a pan of water given half a chance.

As I prepared food, Mistress threw coal onto the fire and stoked it up, to heat up the house as best she could.

Mistress was keeping me alive, so I didn’t really care how she spoke to me, just as long as she fed me, and didn’t beat me. In virtually every occupied country down the centuries, a proportion of the women sold out to the occupying forces. I wasn’t the first Frenchwoman to shack up with a German, and I didn’t suppose I’d be the last; even if most of them shacked up with men. Some even took husbands from the occupying army and had their babies. At the very least, there was one major advantage of being Mistress’ concubine; I couldn’t end up with an illegitimate child, or several of them, the way I might otherwise have if I’d been a conventional officer’s bit on the side.

I knew, when my Mistress led me into her billet, that my virginity wouldn’t last the night, yet what choice did I really have? In order to continue living, I had to basically prostitute myself to a representative of the occupying powers on a daily basis, and considering how badly I wanted to live, I knew I had to do it, and I knew that I would do it.

However, I learned to appreciate the gentility that Mistress showed me, for as long as I obeyed her, and pandered to her whims, and I grew to enjoy the pleasure that she gave me in bed.

We ate a meal in the kitchen and then we shared the clearing up. I washed the dishes, and Mistress dried them. I wasn’t expecting her to help me tidy up, but I didn’t object. Mistress told me that she’d brought me to her home as her concubine, not as her domestic servant, so she would take her fair share of household tasks; I wasn’t expected to be her housekeeper. She made cups of tea and we retired to the living room to enjoy the heat from the fire. In the warmth of the living room, Mistress got me out of my clothes, and instructed me to lie on the carpet in front of the fire, so that she could kiss and fondle me the way she had in my cell.

It was clear to me that despite her youth; I was not Mistress’ first lover. Someone else had taught her how to please a woman, sexually, and despite how little I thought I was going to enjoy the following few years at Mistress’ hands; the first time I felt her fingers gently exploring my nubile, innocent young body, I began to understand how much pleasure I could derive from her attentions.

I had, on occasion, read a couple of erotic books, and I could remember the descriptions of the sensations experienced by a woman who is being aroused by her partner. As I lay on the carpet in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth radiating from it, I felt the same sensations going through my body, as Mistress teased me to full arousal for the first time in my life.

They were feelings I was sure that I shouldn’t have been having, but I couldn’t deny the warm feeling in my sex, and the way my breasts tingled, and then throbbed as my nipples hardened under the caress of Mistress’ lips and fingers. I couldn’t deny to myself that I was enjoying the sensations that Mistress was causing within my body. I knew that I was leaking lubricant out of my sex, and when Mistress slipped two fingers inside me, I couldn’t help but respond with a quiet whimper of pleasure. I’ll probably never forget the express on Mistress’ face as she heard me whimper. “So, you liked that?” she asked, with a smile, and she pushed the fingers a little deeper the second time, smiling again when I whimpered a little louder.

After that, we kissed again, and on Mistress’ instruction I turned over, positioning myself on my hands and knees, on the rug in front of the coal fire, and she gently ruptured my hymen with a length of brush handle covered in a condom, and coated with Vaseline. As she pushed the handle up inside my body with one hand, Mistress stroked my clitoris with her other hand, and whispered to me that I could cry out if I wanted to; she wouldn’t think less of me if I did. She said that if it made me feel better, she had cried when her first partner ruptured her hymen, also with a bit of brush handle, when she was merely seventeen, and shy and innocent, but she promised that she’d try not to hurt me too much.

As I knelt there, much to my surprise, I didn’t feel humiliated. I felt hungry for pleasure. Mistress had induced my first orgasm with her fingers and I wanted more! So as I knelt on the rug, I willed her to induce my second orgasm, regardless of how she did it. If I had to submit to a little pain, the way I knew I would have had to put up with, if I’d been married, and taken to bed by a husband, then I’d submit to the pain, knowing what it would lead to.

My deflowering wasn’t exactly fun; it did hurt, and I did bleed some, but I got through it without crying out, and Mistress kissed me, and promised me lots of pleasure from the ‘wooden cock’, in return for the pleasure that I was going to give her with my tongue and my fingers. Then, Mistress lay down on the floor in front of me, pulled her panties down, presenting me with my first ever female sex to lick, and taught me how to perform oral sex on a woman. The taste of female sex was new to me, but I figured I’d get used to such a strange taste. I even thought that I could come to enjoy hearing Mistress moaning in her pleasure.

After that, I was allowed to get dressed, and Mistress and I sat on her couch, kissing, cuddling and fondling each other like young lovers, as we talked about ourselves. I couldn’t resist the urge to put my hand down Mistress’ panties, and push two fingers inside her sex. We each ended up with one hand down the other’s panties, fingers in her sex, as our tongues dancing around each others’, and I was shocked to recognize just how much I was enjoying it. When it got late, we went to bed and after Mistress spanked me, we made love again.
I knew I could never convince a man that I was a virgin, because after the way Mistress said that she intended to use me for the following few years, I wouldn’t bleed the first time he made love to me. With the state of the country, maybe I could pass myself off as a war widow. Perhaps I might claim to be the victim of a drunken soldier during the victory celebrations in nineteen forty, even if there were very few victims, due to the decent behavior of the victorious soldiers on the western front. It had been made clear to the occupying forces that the young troopers were required to behave as they would have done so anywhere in Germany. It was also made clear that looters and rapists would be shot, and I could think of a couple of instances where we actually saw that sort of creature publicly executed for their crimes.

The following morning, Mistress arose early and went to work, as if she had an everyday job. She referred to her place of work simply as ‘the office,’ and tried to pretend that it was just an office, so as not remind the poor concubine of what it really was, because I had nightmares for months about being back in that building.

I made Mistress her breakfast, even though I’d been told I didn’t have to, and kissed her goodbye as she opened the inner door. Strangely enough, I enjoyed that kiss as well. Then I stayed in the house on my own. In earlier years, I’d have considered that excruciatingly boring, but after two weeks in a Gestapo cell, it was quite pleasant, I can assure you. I could watch television, or listen to the radio, as long as I kept them on a low volume setting so as not to draw suspicion. I could also raid Mistress’ book collection because a good proportion of them were in French.

I never even considered leaving the house, even though it would have been so easy to just walk away. I had no ID papers, so the first policeman to ask me for them, would arrest me for not having any. While I was less than a thirty minute walk from the railway station, and the bus station; without papers I couldn’t buy a ticket for either a train or a bus, despite having found a few hundred Reichmarks in Mistress’ apartment, and again, I’d be arrested. I didn’t want to get arrested, because I may well have ended up right back where I had been the day before, and I’d have no nice major to look after me because she’d probably have been in the next cell to mine, getting much the same treatment that I would be getting.

I’d be in the hands of the men, and I knew exactly what they wanted to do to me a couple of weeks earlier. I knew that if I left Mistress’ house, I’d be risking my life. While I’d consciously decided to risk my life, as I got into the converted bomber on the airfield on the south coast of England, I’d be risking Mistress’ life, too, if I stepped outside of her billet, and I had no right to do that. She’d risked enough in ‘rescuing’ me in the first place, and I didn’t want to repay her kindness by getting her shot for it.

No, I would stay quiet in Mistress’ house, and wait patiently until she came home and wanted to make love to me again. I’d only spent one night in Mistress’ bed, yet I knew how she made me feel. Mistress made me feel like a very desirable woman, especially when I considered the risk that she took to save my life; she’d risked her career, and perhaps even her own life, and all because she thought that I was pretty!!! If I hadn’t been pretty, I wouldn’t have been worth the risk of saving, and I’d be in a concentration camp, if I was still alive.

When Mistress returned that night, she was carrying a bag of shopping and a cookery book, as cover. Clearly she’d thought things out over the past couple of weeks. If she was going to stop eating out, which would be necessary if she wanted to be with me, and feed me, she needed to learn to cook, even if only for show. Of course, if her friends learned that she was trying to cook, and popped over some day, it would be nice if she could cook, so I became her cookery instructor. Mistress actually did learn to cook, too, and made the odd meal for us on special occasions like my next birthday, but generally, cooking remained my task because I was better at it.

Late in the evening, Mistress took me into the bedroom, and before we made love, she spanked me again. I quickly became accustomed to the almost mandatory spanking on a night, and I just as quickly accepted it as something Mistress enjoyed doing to me. My spankings were merely symbolic though; Mistress never spanked me hard enough that it hurt. She’d promised never to hurt me unless I deserved it, and I promised her that I would never deserve it. I always knew where Mistress kept her service pistol, and at any time of the night, I could have gotten out of her bed, grabbed the pistol, and murdered her out with it, yet why would I? All I’d achieve would be to draw unwelcome attention to myself, and I didn’t want to do that.

Mistress had a decidedly kinky side, and sometimes liked to tie me up, or tie me to her bed, while she wore her full uniform, and pretended to interrogate me, while feeling me up and turning me on. My interrogation always seemed to end with Mistress kneeling astride my body, pushing her sex in my face, and pushing the brush handle deep inside me, while I licked away at her sweet-tasting sex.

It didn’t take me long to recognize the fact that while I might have originally been no more than an attractive piece of French meat; one that Mistress could use to satisfy her hunger and her desires, in a way she otherwise couldn’t satisfy them, she was beginning to care about me as a person.

Mistress told me that to be a lesbian, openly, in her position, was a punishable offence, for which she could end up in a hell-hole penal establishment with hardened, violent criminals; thieves, rapists and murderers, and all she’d have done was loved; which in my mind, and in Mistress’ mind, was not a crime at all.

That was why she’d offered me my life, if I agreed to become her concubine. I could tell that she cared for my wellbeing, just from the way she looked at me, the way she touched me, and the way she spoke to me. At the start, she was clearly domineering, telling me what I was required to do, but that slowly disappeared, to be replaced with a more even, fair treatment of me, the more I began to enjoy Mistress’ carnal attentions, and the better I became at pleasing her sexually.

I began to feel that she was treating me like a lover, and I learned to judge her state of mind, and tell when I could be awkward, and on rare occasion, even refuse to do what I was told, if I really didn’t want to do it. Given the alternative of being thrown into the gas chamber at Ravensbruck with the other undesirables; which is exactly where Mistress told me I would otherwise have gone, I can assure you that I was obedient and that I served my Mistress’ needs very well.

Despite the strange way that our relationship started, I began to enjoy the nights spent in my Mistress’ bed, even looking forward to weekends, when we could simply spend hours in the bedroom, and I missed her when she had to go away under orders, or stay out all night. It got to the point where I felt less like a collaborator and a traitor, and more like a young woman in love, as I developed feelings for my Mistress.

The only problem was that I was house-bound. I could never leave Mistress’ billet, and I had to be quiet when Mistress wasn’t in, so as not to arouse suspicion. On the rare occasions that Mistress had visitors I was confined to the bedroom with a book, when it was light enough outside that I could read, and a bucket to relieve myself into, if I needed it, and I was under strict instructions to be very, very quiet, because we’d both be in serious trouble if I was discovered. If whoever discovered me figured out who I was, we’d probably both be taken out and shot; me for being a known spy, and Mistress for faking my death and harboring me.

Food was good for the pair of us, courtesy of a black market racketeer who Mistress had in her pocket. His brother was in a local prison, and as long as the racketeer did what Mistress wanted, she promised to take good care of his brother. Mistress had him well and truly over a barrel, and tended to blackmail him into getting her most of the things she wanted, often refusing to pay for them. That included, much to my surprise, nylon stockings from America, for both of us, although Mistress rarely wore hers. I lived well; better than most people in the area, and sometimes I felt guilty for that. I was worried about what might happen to me if our side eventually won the war, but that was a worry for another day.

I had more important things to worry about; such as what would happen to me if I ever upset my kind Mistress. I could worry about being shot as a collaborator, later; if Mistress’ side lost, although that looked unlikely. Even if they did lose, it wouldn’t be for a few years, and I would have that many years more life, than if I would have had, had I refused Mistress’ offer, and was pushed into a gas chamber. Perhaps I could even get away with what I had done if I could create a little fiction.

If Mistress’ side lost the war, then perhaps Mistress could be honest about liking other women instead of men, and might be allowed to keep me, openly, as her lover. I was willing to stay on with Mistress, wherever she ended up. I already knew that I’d be willing to go into a prison camp with her, if it meant that we could be together, even if only platonically and just for a few minutes every day. If the alternative was going home to explain how I’d ended up in a Gestapo agent’s bed, a female agent at that, for three or four years, I might be better off leaving France along with Mistress.

Unlike a lot of civilians, I was well fed and looked after, despite the rationing, at least as long as I obeyed my kind Mistress. I knew that I was completely at her mercy, with no say in anything that happened to me, but she was kind and she was gentle. Sometimes, after a particularly ‘bad day at the office’, as she called it, Mistress needed me to soothe her sensibilities, and make her feel better, but I was good at that. The first time I saw the effects of a bad day, Mistress came home, literally threw her greatcoat at me and snarled at me to, “Hang that up, and make me a cup of coffee; filthy French tart!”

Obediently, and with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I headed into the kitchen, where Mistress had a jar of real coffee, courtesy of her pet racketeer. I’d become accustomed to nice, kind Mistress, and not to being addressed so rudely, when I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. If I’d done something wrong, I could have understood such nastiness, but I hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no need for Mistress to be nasty to me!

As I waited for the water to boil, determined that I was not going to cry, Mistress walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into one of my ears. “I’ve had a bad day, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, and called you a filthy French tart. My mood isn’t your fault, and you’re not a filthy tart of any kind.

I know you don’t really want to share your body with me; I just haven’t given you any choice, and sometimes I feel guilty for being so selfish that I brought you here to serve my needs, without really thinking of you. Can you forgive me for my temper, and for being such a selfish bitch?”
“Of course I can forgive you, Mistress. If you hadn’t thought that I was pretty and taken a fancy to me, I’d have been roughly raped by many men, tortured for what little useful information I had, and then killed. Perhaps I should be thanking you for saving my life, even if you did it solely for your pleasure. At least I have a life to live, even if I am your concubine,” I replied. “I’ll stay with you, and I’ll love you, for as long as you want me to. I enjoy the nights spent in front of the fire, or tucked in under the bed covers, and I don’t want to leave you, even if I could.”

I wasn’t accustomed to hearing Mistress apologize to me; in fact I think it was the first time she ever had. I felt her take one arm from around my waist, and push it up my skirt. After the first night, I’d never been allowed to have underwear on, so that Mistress could touch directly whenever she wanted to. I parted my thighs as Mistress’ hand ran up one of them. One finger slipped gently inside me, up to the third knuckle, and Mistress slid it back and forth a little, before taking it out again, turning me around, and lifting my jumper to get at my breasts with her mouth. Then the hand was pushed back up my skirt again.

Mistress admitted liking my breasts very much; she told me straight out that aside from my very pretty face, they were my best feature. She said that I had, “Such a nice pair of tits,” and she quite liked sucking them. Mistress could play with my breasts all night, tweaking my nipples, and letting her fingers wander over my body, until all I wanted; all I could think about; was Mistress’ condom-covered brush handle, and what she was capable of doing to me with it! As we stood there in the kitchen and Mistress sucked each nipple alternately, she put two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and slid them in and out.

I put my right hand up Mistress’ uniform skirt and said to her, “You don’t need coffee Mistress.” I then rubbed my fingers over the crotch of her panties, and added, “You need your French tart on her knees, with her tongue out, as soon as possible.” I was taking a chance, by being so bold, but I thought that I’d learned enough about my Mistress by then to know what would make her feel better.

Mistress released the breast that she was sucking, pulled her fingers out of me and sighed. “Yes, that is probably exactly what I need. Get down on your knees,” she told me. Obediently, I knelt down, and Mistress bared her sex for me to lick, before asking, “Would you, please?” Mistress had never asked me before; she’d always just told me what I was required to do. As Mistress leant back against the kitchen table, I performed oral sex on her, the way she had taught me, until she orgasmed. Then she turned around, asked me to pull her skirt and panties down to her ankles, and give her curvaceous little bottom a hard spanking, because she’d been a naughty girl that day.

I didn’t ask how naughty she’d been, because I never asked personal questions of Mistress. If she wanted to tell me, she’d tell me, and if she didn’t, I’d leave well alone. I just gave Mistress the spanking she wanted, telling her what she wanted to hear; that she was a nasty, dirty, little bitch, and hitting her harder and harder when she encouraged me to, until her bottom was cherry red and clearly sore. I spanked Mistress considerably harder than Mistress ever spanked me.

After which, she took me into the shower, and played with my sopping wet sex, licking me out, and then kissing me straight away, allowing me to taste my own juices. That was the first time that I had been on the receiving end of Mistress’ tongue, and clearly it was the beginning of a change in our relationship.

Then she told me why she had been in such a mood when she got home. In her position, she did, occasionally, have to participate in ‘rigorous interrogations;’ Mistress never used the word ‘torture;’ however much she hated using violence against people. In her heart, Mistress knew that she was in the wrong line of work, but until the war was over, she was stuck with it, whether she liked it or not. Once I learned to recognize her moods, I always soothed her feelings when she had a ‘day at the office’ like that. It was rare that she didn’t get spanked for it, and as time progressed, the spankings grew harder and heavier, as she began to feel more and more guilty for what duty made her do to other human beings.

When we were in bed that night, for the first time ever, Mistress thanked me for the pleasure I was giving her, and asked me what I wanted in way of a reward. I’d have loved to have been able to go outside, into Mistress’ little garden and sunbathe, even if just for one day, but I knew it couldn’t be, so I asked for something I hadn’t seen in months; a big chocolate bar. Mistress’ pet racketeer delivered a box of thirty American Hershey Bars within a couple of days, and I gorged myself like a pig for the rest of the week. I noticed though, that Mistress didn’t take any of my Hershey Bars, even when I offered. She said that she got them for me, and if she wanted any, she’d have gotten a box for herself. My bars were a present, and she simply refused to take any of my present away from me.

I never asked Mistress how she could afford all the nice things she got from her pet racketeer, but I got the impression that she must have been doing something illegal, apart from bedding me, of course. Mistress must have been involved in some kind of racket, herself, just to be able to afford the life she lived. I had begun to get the impression that she was taking money from people for something, but she never told me what it was. Maybe she was forging travel documents, or identity cards.

I could remember one evening, standing in Mistress’ kitchen when Mistress slid up alongside me and put her arm around my waist. What I remember most about that evening, though, wasn’t anything that Mistress did or said, but the feeling of Mistress’ service pistol pressing into my side. It was a reminder of what Mistress was, and of what she did, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I must have been feeling brave that night, because I told Mistress how uncomfortable that gun made me feel and asked her to take it off, so she opened the buckle on the belt, and allowed the pistol holster to fall to the floor, before pulling me close and hugging me tight.

On the night of Mistress’ twenty-fifth birthday, she introduced me to a new sensation; the ‘double penetration!’ I was kneeling on the bed after my regular spanking. Mistress had the usual brush handle deep in my sex, sliding it in and out and listening to my whimpering. I was surprised when she released her grip on it, and produced a second toy, already covered in a condom, and began to rub Vaseline into it.

Instinctively, I knew what Mistress was going to do with it. I had read about that in one of the dirty books that had come into my possession, and remembering what was written about how much it could hurt an unprepared woman, I was a little afraid. I had earned Mistress’ respect by then, and I didn’t want to lose it, so I didn’t do anything silly like beg her not to do what I knew she wanted to do. I can remember catching her arm, just before she began to ease the toy up my bum, and asking, quietly, “Be gentle, Mistress, please?”
“I will, I promise. Once you get used to the feel of one of these in here,” she stroked my bumhole, “you’ll enjoy it as much as I do. Tell me if I hurt you too much, and I’ll stop.”

At first I was too tensed up, and Mistress was unable to achieve penetration, but as I managed to calm down, with a little pressure on the other toy, Mistress managed to get the tip inside me. It did hurt a little at first, but as the sensation began to build, and I felt the two toys touching each other, through part of my body, I began to whimper quite freely, and quite loudly. Mistress stopped pleasuring me; although just long enough to gag me with a rolled-up nylon, because she was worried that I’d make too much noise, and draw attention that we didn’t want. Then she returned to pleasuring both of my sensitive orifices, with her two little toys, and I was in sexual heaven, as I toyed with my erect nipples the way Mistress had shown me. I’d never known an orgasm as intense as the one that crashed through my body as I knelt on the bed, and when Mistress told me that I could remove my gag, I thanked her for the pleasure.

Then we changed places, I gagged Mistress, and then plunged both toys inside her body, intermittently releasing one toy or the other and gently spanking her plump little bum cheeks.

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This is the first of 3 stories that are fantasies of mine Debbie (me) is a quiet girl and a lesbian who fantises about being dominated by woment

Hi everyone I have been asked to repost my stories as some people have messaged me that they couldn’t find them…I hope you enjoy…xoxo…

Please be gentle as I have never written anything like this in my life…..this story is a fantasy of mine and has been inspired by someone who I think is an amazing writer and someone I hold as special to me…you know who you are xoxo

After leaving high school at 18 I decided I wanted to become a writer and after researching different colleges and specialised schools I stumbled upon the L & C school of writing, the fees were within my budget so I thought …why not I need to learn from someone older, wiser more experienced than me..

A bit about me my name is Debbie I am 18 5’4” have brunette hair mid-way down my back green eyes and an athletic figure of 34c 26 32 mostly due to my love of jogging. I am single and have only ever had one boyfriend we didn’t do anything sexually I just didn’t have the interest that way so the relationship fizzled and I moved on to a relationship with a girl I met at work although it is only casual, I soon found out that …I am gay …. a lesbian and will always be…

After I received my enrolment pack from the L & C school I arranged all of my times around the schools hours as it was a night school. The first night I arrived I was greeted by Clair (the C part of the schools name) and she informed me that she was to be my tutor.

What a tutor she is gorgeous with a stunning face and tits being held in by a black bra behind a white starched shirt that I just wanted to grab and lick and kiss and bite and she had an ass that was firm behind her business type pencil skirt and I could make out the lines of her G string which made me wet as well as making it difficult to concentrate on the lessons.

The classes were small only 5 people in mine and some nights I would be the only student there as the others had work commitments and families. It was on one of these nights that my life changed for ever and I became a lesbian sub slut.

I had arrived 10 minutes late on the night and was scolded by Clair for my tardiness and that set the theme for the night she was angry as I had put everything behind schedule. Clair was running through a power point presentation and I yawned and she spotted that and looked at me and said “am I boring you Debbie” surprised I replied I’m sorry but I didn’t get much sleep and she replied that I need to have some self-discipline if I was to complete the course successfully. Unfortunately without thinking I replied fuck the discipline I am just bored I thought this would be better and I would learn a lot more than I have…….big mistake

Clair moved from behind the lectern and looked quite menacing as she moved towards me she was clearly stronger than me and grabbed my arm pulled me out of my chair and twisted it behind my back forcing me to lean back into her….her mouth was right next to my ear as she spat …bored I will give you fucking bored and started to march me in a hurry out the door down the corridor to another door that had Head Mistress in bold black letters on the frosted glass.

As she was pushing me I was pleading with her to let me go and that I was sorry but to no avail the way she had my arm behind me forced my tits out and almost bursting the buttons and my short skirt had ridden up to reveal my nickers and the stay up stockings I was wearing. As we got to the door her other hand reached out and opened it and she pushed me through it, was propelled to the front pf a desk and the force of it had me bent over the desk as my thighs hit it I yelped in pain.

Clair held me there my face against the desk and my tits squashed against it but I could feel my skirt was up and my ass was only covered by my nickers.

The I heard another voice…what have we here Clair….well Lesley young Debbie here was just telling me how bored she is with our lessons so I thought you might want a word, did tell her she needed some self-discipline to finish.. with this my pony tail was gripped firmly and my head was pulled up making me stand on tip toes I was spun around and confronted by Lesley at first I was in shock but then I looked at her and she was a beautiful woman big full tits the same skirt and shirt as Clair but very dominant looking with her hair pulled tightly back bright red lipstick and her eyes were burning into mine.

So clearly she doesn’t have self-discipline, maybe some L & C discipline is needed and with that Clair move to me and cuffed my wrists in leather cuffs with hooks on them and I was forced back against the office wall were my arms were raised and my hands clipped above my head and out to the sides I was protesting but a stinging slap to my cheek soon stopped me as Lesley raised her hand again and I said I’m sorry I’m sorry. At this time Clair was cuffing my ankles spread eagled as far as they can go which is pretty wide as I am flexible, then I felt a pulling on my arms as I was stretched to make the most of my spread legs and arms.
Once in position Lesley and Clair started to strip me…yanking my shirt till the buttons ripped and my tits covered in a lace black bra were revealed, then my skirt was disposed of.

There I was shocked and frightened as to what lay ahead and then Lesley moved towards me with a knife she pressed it under my chin and then said…one word that’s all it will take and you will regret ever coming here..I then felt the knife draw slowly down my throat to my tits and between them I felt the blade press and then a pulling as my bra was cut from me..both ladies looked at my bare tits and nodded grabbed a nipple each and twisted and pulled them I wanted to scream but knew the knife was still there my back arched but despite this I could feel my pussy getting wet…betraying me..it certainly didn’t go un noticed by Lesley.

She lowered the knife and cut my nickers away and I could smell myself …my wetness…I was ashamed of what my body was doing my nipples were as hard as pebbles my breath coming in quicker gasps as Clair leaned forward and squeezed my mound hard I tried to scream but my nickers were quickly shoved into my mouth by Lesley who then moved the knife lower…lower till I felt the blade on my bare wet pussy I didn’t know what she was going to do but her eyes were boring into mine as she smiled and I saw her arm thrust upward I was waiting for the bite of the knife into my pussy but I didn’t see that she had turned it around and driven the handle full length into me all 8” of the handle was inside me I screamed into the nickers in my mouth expecting the pain but all I felt was a fullness as the handle slammed into my cervix Lesley looked at me and smiled to Clair…lets teach this slut some manners.

Clair moved to a cupboard and opened it and all I could see were sex toys and chains and masks, whips, canes of all sizes. Lesley looked at me and could see the fear in my eyes as she thrust the handle of the knife inside my pussy once again..she pulled it out and lifted it in front of my face I saw my juices running down the handle over her fingers and onto the blade Lesley then licked the shiny blade first one side then the other and reached for the nickers in my mouth pulled them out and then ordered me to suck the handle clean as I had dirtied it. She pushed it into my mouth and I could smell and taste my juices on the handle I sucked like it was an ice cream she was feeding me.

Clair then returned and lay their tools out on the desk my nipples were clamped with a chain on each than ran down to a clamp that was put onto my clit and connected to a battery that was nearby.
Now my little slut comes your discipline and Clair through the switch and my back arched and my ass bounced against the wall as the electricity surged through my nipples down the chain to my clit my body was in shock but despite this my juices were running down my leg..

Both ladies laughed at me and started to whip me and cane me all over my tits my pussy and my thighs I had welts up and down my body….then I heard a voice saying….more please more fuck me make me your slut take me any way you want …and I realised it was me..begging for Lesley and Clair to have their way do what they wanted to me…at that moment all I wanted was to be fucked and I didn’t care with what.

I was untied and bent over the desk I could feel my legs being spread and cuffed wide Lesley came in front of me and waved a huge strapon in front of my face and growled ….wet it slut or it will hurt more..i took it into my mouth and sucked it and licked it as if my life depended on it my saliva was running down my chin to puddle at her feet, I could feel Clair behind me her fingers were rubbing my ass then I felt her part my cheeks and 2 of her fingers slid into my ass knuckle deep and started to fuck my ass forcibly, each time Clair’s fingers punctured my ass it forced me forward onto the plastic cock I was sucking making it go deeper into my throat…then a reprieve both my mouth and my ass were vacated was in a daze so close to orgasm I couldn’t think straight.

I heard movement and then realised that they had swapped places…Clair had her fingers in front of my face and ordered me to lick them I refused so she slapped my face hard both cheeks but I held firm and would not open my mouth…then I felt it the huge cock that Lesley had poised at my pussy I felt her grab my ass cheeks digging her nails into my skin as she slowly in one movement forced it into my……cunt I had become their cunt…their bitch …their slave and as I felt it hit my cervix my mouth opened as to scream but Clair seized the opportunity and thrust her fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck my ass from them.

Once again the pounding started my pussy was stretched like it never has been before the cock hitting my cervix and bouncing off it Lesley nails I was sure were drawing blood from my ass cheeks, Clair’s fingers making me gag, I heard Clair say to Lesley…this slut is about to cum I can see her fucking that cock making it go deeper….then nothing…I was empty again…I was so close to coming but then I was thrown over onto my back my ass over one side of the desk my head hanging over the other. Then it started again Lesley fucked the cock back into me with such force my breath exploded from me.

As my …cunt was pounded Clair was at my head my view was upside down but she stripped her skirt off then her shirt, bra and nickers…she was gorgeous….then moved towards me her …cunt inches from my mouth I knew what was coming as she covered my mouth with her cunt I tasted her sweetness mixed with perfume I was forced to lick and my tongue darted up into her I heard her gasp as I sucked her clit then bit her lips gently my face was slimy from her juices then it happened I came …I screamed into Clair’s cunt as the orgasm wracked my body causing me to shake uncontrollably as Lesley slammed the cock home forcing another orgasm from me.

Clair’s thighs tightened around my head I felt her shake and then a flood of juices covered me wetting my hair and neck…both ladies left my body I was exhausted I was allowed to stand up but my legs were shaky as the 2 ladies looked at me Lesley’s crotch was wet with my juices my thighs had my cunt juices running down them, Clair was a vision of nakedness her nipples still hard as I watched the 2 ladies moved together the plastic cock discarded and they kissed and felt each other. As they moved back Lesley ordered me to undress her…with shaking hands and eyes wide I undressed this vision of loveliness and knew from that moment on …I was a lesbian sub slut for these women.

An object to be used, abused and ordered around as they pleased…Lesley stood in front of me and asked of me…Debbie is this the life you want…yes mistress I replied…Clair asked will you obey every command from us…yes mistress I replied.

That was 2 months ago and since then I have lived at the L & C School of Writing as the admin girl who does all the menial tasks around…not always pleasant and I don’t get paid….but my mistress’s make sure I have everything I need..including…self-discipline

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Justin gets quite a surprise with how an incestuous command is followed!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Seven: Incestuous Commands

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

My mind didn’t want to work. Sam had just confessed that she had a crush on me. She wanted me to be her… lover. And she did it in the most blunt, Sam way possible. Just stating it, asking—almost demanding!—to know if I wanted to be her lover. I couldn’t believe it. This was Sam.

Sam!

This was the girl who didn’t care about her appearance. Who was so focused on her schoolwork that she hardly paid attention to anything else. There were days when I was certain she never spoke a word, just lost in her head thinking about whatever subjects had attracted her attention. I had no idea I was one of those subjects.

No wonder she put up with me.

She stood there, waiting for my answer. I swallowed, A strange exhilarating and frightening sensation shot through me. I wanted this to be true. That she really had a crush on me, and that this wasn’t some strange, bizarre dream. As if being able to stop time and mind control people by speaking to them when they were frozen wasn’t Twilight Zone enough. While my mind grappled to understand this new paradigm shift, my gaze shot past her shoulder, attracted by the movement of the man in the gray jumpsuit slamming close the van’s sliding side door.

That bright, yellow explosion painted on the side of the work van arrested my attention. The scarlet letters, Nasty Sewage Assault!, painted over a fiery logo seized my dizzying thoughts. I latched onto the loud colors, a part of my mind was shocked to see the familiar logo here.

Didn’t I see one of their vans on the way to college?

No, no, this wasn’t important. I had to focus.

My cheeks burned; I could feel Sam staring at me. I was floundering. Panicking. Staring at the van was easier as I struggled to say something. I needed to say something. Sam just confessed that she… wanted to be my lover.

I shot my gaze to my nerdy friend, her brown eyes staring at me intently behind her glasses. A slight, pink tinge burned across her freckled cheeks. Her black hair fell in a loose braid, keeping most the strands of her hair away from her smooth face. Though she was nineteen, like me, she felt so much older. This strange intimidation washed through me.

What if I fucked this up and ruined our friendship?

“I guess our school has a sewage problem,” I said as a pair of workmen, the second coming from the driver side, walked by us, heading towards our college.

Sam blinked. “What does that have to do with my confession, Justin?”

“Yeah, Master,” Aurora, my blonde sex slave said from the other side. She giggled, getting far, far too much amusement from the situation.

“Do you want to be my lover?” Sam continued, her words so flat and brusque, “Or am I wasting my time?”

“Yes!” blurted out of me before I could even think. “Yes, I want that.”

I blinked in shock, realizing I did want that.

Aurora squealed in delight from behind me, hugging me. Her round breasts pressed into my back, separated only by her clothing. She bounced and giggled, so happy for me. I found myself smiling, her enthusiasm infected me.

“Kiss her, Master!” Aurora moaned in my ear.

I felt so nervous as I did what my sex slave suggested. My trembling fingers cupped Sam’s smooth cheeks. Their pink hue deepened into a bright scarlet as she allowed me to lift her head. I leaned down, bringing my lips to hers. I was so nervous. This was so different from all the things I had done with Aurora, my mother, Cassandra, and with my teacher, Miss Daisy. This was kissing Sam. She wasn’t under any of my power. Not really. I just ordered her to confess if she actually liked me.

And holy shit, she really did like me.

My lips touched her. They were dry, but warm. I kissed her, working my mouth against hers, savoring the feel of her against me. She didn’t move for a moment. She just stood there rigid, like she had no idea what a girl should be doing when the guy she likes kisses her.

Then she acted.

Sam’s arms shot around my neck, holding me tighter. Her lips moved. They were voracious. Now that she acted, she threw her all into it. She kissed me with such a hunger to love me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, meeting mine. She tasted so good. Sweet.

My heart soared with such excitement. I trembled, savoring every moment of this. Aurora squealed and shuddered. She still hugged me from behind while I kissed my best friend.

I felt so dazed. So off balanced. The world didn’t make any sense at all, and I didn’t care. Because… I loved kissing Sam. I didn’t want to stop kissing Sam. I wanted this to continue forever and ever.

Sam broke the kiss.

She trembled before me, her eyes fluttering. Her tongue flicked once across her lips. She backed away from me, adjusting her baggy shirt. She cleared her throat and said, “Well, Justin, we should be getting to class. We can’t be late for Miss Daisy’s lecture.”

I burst into laughter. That was Sam. Damn. I was blind to have missed the fact that there was a girl beneath all that intense, serious exterior.

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

Krystal Sampson

“Come on!” I shouted, gripping my best friend’s hand. I darted forward, pulling Ji-Yun after me. I was so eager to see the results of my fun. My eighteen-year-old body shuddered as I watched my bully getting spit-roasted by two of her lackeys.

Pearline’s round, coffee-brown breasts swayed beneath her as the two White guys fucked her from either end. I grinned, wondering what Pearline thought about suddenly being naked, kneeling like a whore, and taking a dick from both ends. I had set it all up when I froze time, which was just a moment ago for everyone else, but over an hour for myself. A hot thrill went through my pussy. I was a lesbian, but it was still so hot watching this bitch becoming an utter slut.

“Oh, my god, you did that to her?” Ji-Yun asked as we joined the other college students gathering to watch the show.

I nodded my head, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders. “Aren’t I awesome?”

Ji-Yun glanced at me, her round, pale-olive face bursting with delight. She was Korean, a delicate beauty that had first turned me on to girls. She was the first person I ever masturbated to. Thanks to my time-stopping powers, and my mind-controlling powers, we had become lesbian lovers yesterday. It was an accident, but a happy one.

I couldn’t resist Ji-Yun now. I darted my head in and kissed her. I shuddered, melting against her, my lips working against my girlfriend’s mouth. She was my girlfriend. It was such an exciting thing to realize. My arms snaked around her neck, pulling her tight against me. She was just as skinny and petite as I was, her body feeling so lithe against mine. I wished there wasn’t clothing between us. Then I realized she was tasting pussy on my lips. I ate out three girls while time was paused, including my favorite teacher, Miss Daisy.

“What is going on out here?” the reedy voice of President Brooks shouted. “What are you hooligans doing to her? You’re before the school! What is going on here this week?”

I broke the kiss to see students melting out of the way of the bony school administrator. He marched towards the fucking students, the two boys still hammering the Black girl’s mouth and cunt. I gave them orders to use her. In the way she moaned, the way her hips undulated, it was clear she enjoyed being used. My mind-control powers at work.

“President Brooks,” I called out, “it’s okay! They’re allowed to fuck Pearline!”

President Brooks glanced over at me, the walking cadaver’s gray eyebrows arched at me. Then he blinked and a look of confusion passed across his face. “Oh, yes, you’re right Miss Sampson. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I chortled as he turned around and headed back into the college building. “Justin did something right.”

“You’re… brother did that?” Ji-Yun asked, the heat growing in her voice. “That’s so cool. Maybe your brother isn’t as much of a dork as you always claim.”

I scowled at Ji-Yun. “Oh, yes, he absolutely is.”

I turned back to watch the fucking. I was finding hetero sex hot, especially Pearline’s tits swaying and bouncing beneath her. I slid my arm around Ji-Yun’s waist, pulling her tight against me. A warm flutter rippled through me when her arm slipped around me. I rested my head on her shoulder. Such bubbling joy wafted through me as we watched. The other students said such derogatory things about Pearline.

“I didn’t know you were such a whore!” one guy shouted.

“When you’re done sucking him off, I got a big pecker right here with your name on it!”

“Hurry up and bust your nut in her cunt. I want a poke at the whore. I don’t mind sloppy seconds if it means fucking her cunt!”

“Your powers are amazing,” Ji-Yun said. I had told her all about it on the walk to school that morning, catching her up on everything I’d learned from Justin the night before.

“I know.” A shudder ran through me. “In an hour, my brother will be freezing time. Me and you are going to find some cute girls, then we’re going to eat their pussies together. Doesn’t that sound yummy?”

Ji-Yun nodded her head. She sounded almost surprised as she said, “Yes. Yes, it does. I never realized how much I liked girls until you… brainwashed me.”

“Yep! I turned you into a big, ol’ dyke. Just like me!”

Ji-Yun giggled again, her hands sliding down from my hip to squeeze my ass through my skirt.

Another wave of heat thrust out of my pussy. I was glad she wasn’t mad at me. I didn’t mean to turn her gay, and she understood that. Feeling excited about our relationship, I asked, “So, who’s pussy should we lick first?”

She glanced over at my brother walking by with his sex slave on one arm, and his nerdy friend, Sam, on the other. I guessed he brainwashed the geek into being one of his whores, too. “How about Aurora?” Ji-Yun suggested. “She’s hot.”

I glanced. “My brother’s sex slave?” I asked, shaking my head. “He fucks her so much, I bet her pussy is always filled with his cum.”

“Yummy,” Ji-Yun said. “Doesn’t that sound hot? Eating a girl’s pussy filled with your brother’s cum? Incest is so hot.”

I blinked at that. Incest? I hadn’t mentioned that. I hadn’t even told her about how my mother now wakes me up in the morning. So if I hadn’t turned my friend on to incest, she already found it hot. Interesting. “But I don’t want to taste a guy’s cum.”

“Even if it was mixed inside a yummy pussy? Especially if it was your brother’s cum?”

I gave my friend such a weird look. Had I messed her up? She really, really wanted me to eat my brother’s cum out of his sex slave’s pussy. “You’re kinky.”

Ji-Yun nodded her head and shrugged. “You did this to me.”

I frowned. I guessed I need to be careful about what I said to her when she was frozen

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

Aurora Pritchard

I was bursting with joy as I strolled into our college with my Master at my side. His new girlfriend was on the other side. He had such a look of foolish excitement on his face. He was grinning like a five-year-old boy who’d just received the biggest chocolate bar in the world.

Giddy waves of joy washed through me. My Master had a girlfriend. A girl he liked without him even realizing it. He was just so caught up in his lust for hot girls like me, he didn’t notice the wonderful person right next to him. His subconscious had, but not his raging libido and hard cock. Now every bit of him knew. After that kiss, I just knew he Sam and me would have so much fun together.

I couldn’t wait to lick his cum out of Sam’s pussy. I wonder what she tasted like?

I licked my lips as we passed through the crowded hallway. Just a few minutes prior, we were passing all the students frozen in place. They were all moving now and glancing at us. The guys were nodding their heads, seeing Justin as a stud because of me, while the girls all hated that I was a hot slut. That I was flaunting my sexuality with such unashamed enthusiasm. The Instagram post of me sharing a taboo kiss with Justin’s mother, both of us dripping in his cum, was getting so many comments.

My phone was practically melting in my purse. I was hearing it buzz constantly. I already knew what the comments would say. The girls would call me slut and whore and hussy. The guys would call me those names, too, but they would mean them as a compliment. They would want to do things to me. I bet there would be fifty comments from guys offering to jizz on my face. Probably more than a few that offered up their own mothers to join the fun, too.

But did any of them actually believe that I’d shared Justin’s jizz with his mother? I doubt it. However, it was still hot posting the pic on social media.

I walked my head held high. I just wished Justin’s cum still covered my face. But over an hour running around in paused time caused it to become dry and flaky. So I washed my face, which was challenging to do. Luckily, I found a faucet running when time was stopped.

“Well, Master, I have to get to my own class,” I told him as we paused at a branch in the hallway. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

“An hour?” Sam asked. “You are not in Justin’s PE class?”

I just winked at Sam before I planted a hot kiss on my Master’s lips. If he wanted to tell Sam about his powers, that was his decision. Not mine. I enjoyed kissing him with an audience, my tongue brushing his. The other students whooped and hollered and even booed us. It made my pussy so hot. I wanted Justin to fuck me right there. Then I would have his cum leaking out of me as I sat through my history class.

I broke the kiss with Justin, making his grin even more foolish, and reached past him to snag Sam. I giggled before I planted a kiss on her mouth. I wasn’t shocked when she returned it. Master had turned her bisexual. He was such a pervert. Her lips tasted so nice. They were plump and warm and they moved with such an eager hunger. The whoops and hollers grew even louder. Guys were shouting such naughty things while the girls were calling me slut or skank or dyke-bitch.

I broke the kiss and whirled away, eager for my dramatic exit. Master smacked me on the ass as a farewell.

Buzzing, I marched right towards the students. They melted out of my path. I strutted with such confidence; no one could stop me. I was Justin’s sex slave. That made me so important. My skirt swayed about my thighs, my hips swishing back and forth, my ponytail bouncing behind me.

I drew looks. I was the head of our cheerleader squad. Every guy already lusted after me, and now… Now I was the sluttiest girl at our college. They all wanted me, but only Justin got to enjoy me.

I reached my history class after a minute of walking, and smiled when I saw my bitchy friend Paris standing outside the room. She was shuddering and squirming in her designer dress, a rose affair that clung to her. She was rich. I mean, filthy rich. She always wore the most expensive dresses to school, gowns that must cost her daddy $500 to $2000 apiece. They always made her look so sophisticated and sexy.

Today, her dark-brown, wavy hair swayed about a face twisted with frustration. Her lips were pursed tight, her cheeks flushed. It was clear that Master’s command was already working on her.

“Good morning, Paris,” I said brightly.

She scowled at me.

“Mmm, don’t you look a little… agitated. Maybe you need to go the bathroom and… sort yourself out.”

She shot me daggers.

“Yes, you look like a girl that’s in desperate need of taking care of herself.”

“You’re such a disgusting whore!” she hissed at me. “I saw what you posted on Instagram this morning. It’s disgusting to even claim you were kissing Justin’s mother with his cum all over your faces. So don’t you even insinuate that I’m as much of a whore as you.”

“Well, it’s your choice. Class starts in a few minutes. But if I were you, I’d go into the bathroom and rub my cunt until I exploded. But then I’m a slut, and you’re a good girl.”

I swept past Paris into the classroom before she could respond, my head held high. She deserved Master’s naughty command for the way she acted the prior day. She was supposed to be my friend! She should have been happy for me when I discovered who I truly was.

I marched towards my desk, loving all the guys’ eyes on me. The guys were lusting after me. The girls gave me such dirty looks. Well, all the girls except Britney, an exchange student from England. She had black hair that framed her round face, her lips small and pursed tight. She had a considering expression as I took my seat beside her. Her eyes flicked me up and down. I didn’t much like it. She had joined in on saying mean things about my social media.

Maybe Master should teach her a lesson, too.

“So many strange things are going on at our college,” she said. “You and Justin.” Her eyes flicked to the two guys walking into the classroom holding hands. It was my ex-boyfriend Chris and his Black friend, Lance. They looked like a pair of lovers the way they looked at each other. They gave each other a quick kiss before they broke apart to take their seats.

“Chris, Steve, and Lance are all in some weird, gay threesome,” she said. “And how did you and Justin get out of the bathroom when President Brooks caught you guys fucking in there? I was in the cafeteria. I saw you go in there. There is no other way out. So how did Cassandra and José get in there in your place?”

I winked at her. “Maybe it’s magic.”

“Magic doesn’t exist,” she said, her British accent giving a strange emphasis to her words. Her long fingernails drummed on her desk. They had a clear gloss coat. “Something very, very strange is going on around here.”

“You’re friends with Cassandra. What did she tell you about how she ended up in there?” I asked, curious.

“She and José haven’t surfaced since they were suspended. Other than her texting me once saying they were learning all about their new roles. Apparently, they’re into BDSM now.”

“That’s a wonderful thing to be into. I love being Justin’s sex slave. I’m sure Cassandra’s equally happy being José’s sub.”

“Did Justin and José do something to you two?”

“Like what?” I asked, giving her an innocent smile. “You think Justin brainwashed me into being his sex slave? Because he totally did with his mind-control powers.”

“Fine,” Brittany said, turning away. “Don’t tell me. If you and Justin keep doing your antics, President Brooks is going to catch you, and then you’ll both be in as much trouble as Cassandra and José.”

“Will we?” Not after Master talked to President Brooks. I loved how Britney looked so annoyed and pissed. The only thing that would make this better would be if she had a pussy full of my Master just cum right now.

Of course, watching Paris rush into the classroom a minute late, her face flushed and tense with frustration like she couldn’t quite get that release, only made it better. I gave her such a big, happy grin. She glared at me as she took her seat.

And then the squirming started. Her thighs rubbed. She needed to cum. I settled down to watch, ready to give a full report to Master about how his commands affected Paris.

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

Shalom “Sam” Shapiro

I couldn’t stop licking my lips after Aurora kissed me. There was an unusual flavor on her mouth beneath the stronger taste of her strawberry lip gloss. It was such an interesting flavor. A sour musk. I don’t know why I liked it. I wasn’t even sure why I liked the kiss. I certainly wasn’t into girls. Or was I? Whatever strange attraction I was feeling for Aurora didn’t dilute my joy at being open with Justin and discovering my feelings were reciprocated. Maybe emotions weren’t something I should deny?

Maybe they were something to enjoy.

Even if it would lead to such messy things like sex.

“You look a little bit bemused,” Justin said as he glanced at me. We kept walking towards Miss Daisy’s classroom. “You look almost giddy.”

“Do I?” I smoothed my face. I couldn’t let this affect me. I needed to be rational. I had to focus on the time anomaly. I had some interesting ideas I wanted to ponder and post on the message board. All this relationship stuff would have to wait for after classes. I needed to remember my priorities.

“There’s the Sam I know,” Justin said, his grin growing. “You make a pretty cute robot.”

I nodded my head, another wave of joy bubbled through me. He thought I was cute. I tamped down that rush. Was I turning into one of those gushy, giggly, sighing girls who got all empty-headed around boys?

“You are very distracting person, Justin.”

“Yep,” he said. “And I’m also a huge pervert.”

“Yes, I already knew that. I found your porn collection once.”

Justin laughed. “And yet you still like me. Damn. Sorry for ignoring you. This is all so… surprising for me.”

I nodded my head. “We will just have to adapt together. We’ll figure out how to fit our new relationship into our lives without unduly disrupting our endeavors.”

“It does make you talkative,” Justin said. “I like it.”

My cheeks burned even more. “Justin, we’re about to arrive at our class. We need to comport ourselves like students.”

“Not like lovers?” He gave me a big grin. “So I shouldn’t kiss you right now?”

I wanted him to do that so badly. I almost let out a gushing, giggling whimper. “Of course not. It would be so inappropriate.” His head drifted towards me. “Justin!”

I wanted him to stop as he kissed me.

The moment that Justin’s lips touched mine, it felt like time had stopped. I had the strangest idea that the physical connection between my body and his had somehow created a temporal short in existence. As all the bubbling rush of emotions surged through me, a strange part of me wondered if this was the source to the time dilation emanating from our region. Could it be strong emotions somehow disrupting the fabric of spacetime? Like if someone had enough will, enough passion, they could cause all of reality to stop.

Of course that was foolish. This just had to be an illusionary effect affecting my perception caused by the electrochemical reactions firing inside my brain at that exact moment.

It was so hard to think about anything else but his kiss. His lips were so strong. So amazing. Heat flowed out of my pussy. I was getting wet and sticky down there.

I shuddered against him, clinging to him. I should be mad at him. He didn’t ask. He just kissed me. We were in school. Yet it was wonderful. I just savored that frozen moment, hearing only the blood rushing through my ears. My heart pounded, celebrating that moment.

Emotions were so amazing.

Justin broke the kiss and reality lurched around me. I swayed and gasped, struggling to catch my breath. My cheeks burned while my mind was dizzy and disoriented. That strange illusion that somehow I’d stopped time while we kissed left me so dizzy as I clung to him. It was utterly foolish an idea.

Stop time?

“Damn, what they say about quiet people is true,” he said. “They’re the ones you gotta watch out for. You know how to kiss. I love it. Love you.”

I shuddered at those two words. How could they make this bubbly, euphoric rush rise through me? I knew it was all hormones and chemicals in my brain making me feel this way, but… “I love you too, Justin.” I struggled to gather myself. “We really need to… Need to get to class.” Why was I so out of breath? “We have to… to…”

“Learn?” Justin asked, a smug grin on his face. He was… proud that he had so flustered me.

I nodded my head as I took his arm. My breathing slowed, but my heart still beat fast. My entire body burned. I want to do all those naughty things with him now. All those messy things that I always thought were a waste of time and energy.

Now…

It was only a few more steps to our classroom. We swept in and found Miss Daisy trembling at the front of the classroom. She looked as flushed as I was, her hand fanning her face. Her cheeks were almost as scarlet as her red hair. Her blouse looked a little ruffled, her hair mused like she’d gotten caught in an intense wind. If she went with a utilitarian braid, like I did, then she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Her Green eyes fell on me and they burst with life.

“Sam,” she said, a breathy quality to her voice as the young associate professor sauntered to me and Justin. “Such a delight to see you today. I always enjoy the privilege of teaching you.”

A strange blush burned in my cheeks. A fluttering and titillating energy rippled through me, different from what Justin stirred. Had Aurora’s kiss awakened me to other interests? Was I… bi?

“It is always fascinating to listen to your lectures, Miss Daisy,” I said politely. I found them utterly tedious. I usually devoted her class to interrogating mysteries and ideas, to let my mind drift to other topics like pondering the source of those gravitons. It was ludicrous to even think that someone could freeze time. It must be Justin’s lame joke lingering in my mind combining with that strange sensation that being kissed stirred inside of me.

“Yes, yes, it’s always such a treat see you in my class, even if you’re in the back, just drinking in everything that I teach you.” She took my hand, her finger so delicate. “Perhaps… you would care to come by on your lunch break. I would love to teach you more advanced things.”

The way she spoke to me, the sultry cadence to her voice, had my pussy clenching and my nipples tingling. It was almost like Miss Daisy wanted to be my lover. But she was a teacher. That should be impossible, but… a heat rushed through me.

“I would gladly stop by to have a conversation with you, Miss Daisy,” I told her. The possibility of studying more advanced subjects appealed to me. I only took this class because it was a required course, not because I needed to learn anything from it.

“Good, good,” she said. Her eyes slid over to Justin. She shuddered. “Justin. I didn’t see you there. You could… join us. I know how close you and Sam are. I’m sure we can have an exciting study session.”

“Oh fff… heck yeah,” Justin said. “We’ll be there.”

That was utterly unlike Justin. He hated anything that would cause him to have to do extra schoolwork. He did the bare minimum, just skating by without trying. If he applied himself, he could be so successful. I would have to work on that to make sure he improved.

As Miss Daisy walked away, I pondered why Justin wanted to join us. Was this a… boyfriend thing? Was he taking interest in something I liked to do?

“Told you she had a crush on you,” Justin whispered as we headed to our seats. “She wants to have a threesome with us.”

I almost smiled. That was the Justin I knew. Strangely, the idea of having a threesome with Justin and our teacher was oddly… appealing. Apparently, I was suppressing some incredibly perverse desires. Perhaps, I should explore these. With Justin, of course.

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

Justin Sampson

I had a big grin all through Miss Daisy’s lecture. She kept giving Sam and me smoky looks, my suggestions to her when she was frozen in full effect. Clearly she knew I had the best cock she would ever enjoy, and her infatuation with Sam was in full effect now. I loved my powers.

Aurora kept tagging me in social media posts revealing the naughty antics that Petra and Paris had gotten up to. Both girls were getting caught masturbating in their classes, causing such disruptions. They were overwhelmed with lust. There was only one way for them to get satisfaction. They knew what they had to do to achieve an orgasm in the back of their minds. How long before they could cum was entirely up to them? Until then, they would suffer the humiliation of pictures of them fingering their pussies in the middle of class being splattered all over social media. That was their punishment for being such cunts.

Yes, my powers were amazing. I couldn’t wait to see what—

The door to my class burst open and, to my shock, my dad walked in leading my mother. I blinked, confusion wafting through me. What were my parents were doing here? And then it hit me.

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned as my dad and my mom spotted me in the back.

Everything happened at once.

Miss Daisy blinked then asked, “Can I help you?”

Someone else gasped, “Aren’t those Justin’s parents?”

“Justin, why are your parents here?” Sam asked me.

My brain locked into a panic as I knew exactly why my parents were here. I could see it in the pathetic look at my dad’s ruddy face, and the lustful desire burning across my mother’s expression. I messed up my commands. I ordered my dad to bring mom to me whenever he got mad at her. He had to beg me to cuckold him instead of hitting her. I never thought he would bring her to my college, but I didn’t give him an option. I told my mom something similar, only she had to be wet and ready to fuck me when he did this.

“Oh, Goddamn, no,” I groaned as my balding father led my busty mother to me. She was dressed only in her pink housecoat. I could tell by the way her large boobs jiggled beneath it that she was as naked as she was when I came on her face this morning before leaving for college.

I stood up. My heart thundered in my chest. I had to head this off before—

“Justin, I need you to fuck your mother.” My father had such an imploring look on his face, his free hand squeezing at his cock through his sweatpants.

Oh, God, he was hard.

Gasps burst through the room. Someone shouted, “I knew that was his mother in that pic Aurora posted!”

“You have to show me that you’re the real man,” my father continued. “You have to fuck her so hard before me. Just make her cum, Justin.”

“Yes, yes, Justin,” my mom moaned. Her voice was so breathy. “I need you in me so badly. Your father started yelling at me, but I wasn’t afraid. I knew he would bring me to you. We have to show him that you’re the real man in the house, Justin.”

Not knowing what else to do, I shoved my parents back, trying to get them out of the room as the other students were rising around me. They had their phones out, aiming them at us. I wanted to stop time so badly, but I had another twenty minutes before I could. My power was almost recharged. Almost. My cheeks burned. I thought I could get away with anything, but I felt so helpless at the moment.

Then I groaned as my mother grabbed my dick through my jeans. She squeezed it then moaned, “There is the cock I need in me. Oh, Justin, I don’t care who knows that you’re my lover. I just want you in me so badly.”

I ordered her not to care about our incestuous relationship. That she shouldn’t be ashamed at having her son for her lover. I told her she should be proud of it.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking pervert Justin!” a girl shouted.

“Damn,” a guy grunted. “Your own mom? That’s fucked up.”

I hustled my parents out of the classroom, my mom moaning like a bitch in heat. My dad begged, almost blubbering, for me to cuckold him. My mom kept stroking my cock through my jeans, making me so hard despite the embarrassment.

It grew quieter in the hallway, my classmates not following. I could hear Miss Daisy shouting at the students to get them to calm down. Good. I pushed my parents down the hallway towards… where?

I spotted the perfect place.

There was the guy’s restroom, the girl’s restroom, and in between them was the gender-neutral bathroom. Single use. Large space. I knew the orders I gave my parents last night. I had to fuck my mother, or they’d never leave the school.

This was such a fucking mess.

“Open that door, dad,” I barked at him. “Then lock it behind us. I’m gonna fuck mom so hard. I went to show you how a man takes care of his woman.”

“Yes, Justin,” my pathetic dad moaned. “Your mother deserves a real cock. To be fucked hard!”

“Yes, I do need it,” my mother moaned.

Dad opened the bathroom door. My mother pulled me inside, both her arms wrapped about my neck. Her lips on mine, kissing me with such incestuous heat. I groaned as I opened her robe, revealing her beauty. My hands stroked her sides. I had to fuck her because of the commands I gave her. She had to obey me. So I might as well enjoy this and savor every ounce of bliss I could. I’d have to find a way to sort out the mess in the classroom later.

Now, my mom needed me.

As my hands grasped my mom’s big tits, a familiar voice said, “Excuse me, Mr. Sampson.”

I glanced behind me to see Sam just slipping into the bathroom before my father managed to close the door. I gaped in shock at my… my girlfriend standing there, her eyes blinking owlishly behind her glasses. My dad closed the door, twisted the deadbolt. The lock clicked echoed through the room. My mother just moaned, not caring we had an audience.

“Sam!” I said. “I can explain.”

“Yes, you clearly have some usual family dynamics I was unaware of,” Sam said. “But, I am your lover now, so I need to be involved in this sort of things. I mean, your mother does have a rather magnificent pair of breasts. I’m rather coming around to the delights found in the female form. It’s all very strange. Unleashing my emotions has dredged up all sorts of interesting desires inside of me.”

“You’re okay with me fucking my…” My voice trailed off. Of course she was. I told her to be okay with me fucking other women including my mother.

Sam nodded. “Yes I find myself quite keen to observe and, perhaps, to learn more about coitus.”

“Lover?” Mom purred, her hand playing with my cock trapped in my jeans. “Have you two finally shared your feelings for each other?” She beamed at us. “That’s so wonderful. I’m so happy for you both. Mmm, it makes me so wet. Oh, yes, Justin, I need you in me so badly. While your girlfriend watches. That makes this hotter. I want to share you with girls!”

“Yes, I have that same desire, Mrs. Sampson,” Sam said. “Maybe, Justin… you could show me how to do things. To your mother. Together.”

“Like eating her pussy together?” I blurted out.

Sam gave a shy nod of her head which slid her glasses on her cute nose. I think I truly love this girl. Damn, how did I ever miss her femininity? She just always… around. Present. Blending into the background. She didn’t have all those exciting attributes on display that a whore like Aurora did. But now that I was seeing Sam and realizing all the potential she held… She could be amazing.

She would be amazing.

“Then let’s do it,” I said, kneeling before my mom as she leaned back against the sink. Sam slipped down beside me, her body shaking. She pushed up her glasses with her middle finger as my mother spread her thighs before us, unveiling her pussy adorned by a trimmed, brown bush. The scent of my mother’s sweet musk filled my nose.

“We’re just going to lick, okay?” I told Sam. “So just love all those places you like to touch yourself. Her labia. Her clit. Even get your tongue deep into her hole.”

“I rarely masturbate.” Sam licked her lips. “But I shall follow your guidance, Justin.”

“That’s what boyfriends are for,” I told her. I gave her a grin and kissed her quickly on the lips.

My mom let out such a maternal groan, that awwing sigh every mother makes when one of her children does something she finds sweet or endearing. My dick throbbed so hard in my jeans. This was also wonderfully fucked up. I was sharing my mother with my girlfriend.

God, this is so hot.

Together, Sam and I lowered our faces. Sam’s cheek rubbed against mine, so silky smooth. I didn’t mind the hard frames of her glasses pressing on my temple and was a little saddened when she quickly ripped them off right before we reached my mother’s pussy. Then we were nuzzling into my mom’s bush. I flicked out my tongue, sliding through my mother’s folds. I was eager to eat her out this time with her aware of what I was doing.

Sam’s tongue flicked out a moment later. She brushed mine before she let out a purring sound. “That is quite… good.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned before licking again. “My mom tastes delicious.”

“I am so glad you both love what my pussy taste like,” my mother groaned as Sam licked her again. “Ooh, Doug, our son is growing up to be such a strong, young man. Look at him teaching his girlfriend to eat pussy. He’s going to make her so happy. She’s not going to ever lack pleasure.”

“No,” my dad groaned. “Justin’s not a pathetic man like me.”

Sam giggled beside me.

It was so exciting sharing my mother with Sam. My mom’s sweet juices coated our lips and cheeks. Everything grew wonderfully sticky as our tongues licked and lapped and fluttered through my mom’s folds. We took turns brushing mom’s clit and thrusting into the depths of her cunt.

Sam squirmed beside me. She let out little moans and purrs of delight as we feasted. Our lips would brush for a moment, and our tongues would slide together. We would kiss, sharing the incestuous delight of my mom’s hot cunt. It was so incredible.

I was so lucky to have my powers.

“Oh, yes, yes, you are so cute together!” my mom groaned. “Ooooh, yes, you’re both so darn cute!”

My mom’s pillowy breasts jiggled and shook as she squirmed. Her hands clutched the edge of the porcelain sink as her body swayed from side to side. It was clear Sam and I were sending such heady rapture through my mom’s flesh. We were giving her such wicked passion. It burned through her. It made her gasp and moan and caused her juices to flow.

More and more of her passion soaked our faces. It was so exciting. I thrust my tongue deep into my mom’s cunt, wiggling around in the very sheath that brought me into this world. Sam’s clasped her lips around my mom’s clit, sucking hard. Mom bucked, her big tits heaving together. Her hard nipples danced atop those bouncing breasts.

“Oh, yes, yes!” my mom moaned. She threw back her head, her neck flushed with her passion. “Oh, Doug, our son and his girlfriend are going to make me explode! They’re eating my pussy! See, Doug, a real man eats out his woman!”

“I know,” my dad groaned, sounding so pathetic. “I never was a real man.”

“No, you never were, Doug!” my mom screamed. “Oh, Justin, I love you! I love you so much!”

My mom came. She showered Sam and me in her passion. Her sweet cream spilled over our faces. The pair of us licked it up with such a hungry fervor. I could tell Sam loved the taste of my mother’s passion as much as me.

We made my mother cum. It was so amazing. My dick was so hard. I unzipped my jeans, pulling my cock out of my boxers so it thrust out my fly. I had to be inside my mother now. I had to fuck her to fulfill the commands I gave her.

I also wanted to fuck Sam.

I kissed my girlfriend as my mother gasped and moaned. I thrust my tongue into Sam’s mouth while my right hand went for her breasts. I squeezed her small, firm tit through her top. She didn’t wear a bra. I felt her puffy nipples, the same pink delight I witnessed when Aurora exposed Sam’s tits while time was frozen.

Sam broke away from me. “Justin, you haven’t taken me out on a single date. You need to stop touching me like that.”

I blinked at her. “What?”

She stood up. “I’m not slut like your sex slave. I believe a minimum of at least one date, possibly three, should be undertaken before we have sexual relations.”

I blinked at her as she smoothed her skirt and stepped back. I think she was right. I definitely should treat her right. Not just as someone to fuck. Besides, I had my mom and Aurora. When I stopped time, I could make new whores. So I could go a little slow with Sam.

“Tonight, after classes are over, I’ll take you out on a date.”

Sam nodded her head, a pleased smile crossing her lips as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “I look forward to it.”

“Now, Justin, I need you to fuck me,” my mom moaned. “I need you to show your dad just how lacking as a man he is.”

How could I say no to that?

As I rose, I lined up my cock to penetrate my mother’s pussy. Sam leaned closer. She licked her lips, her brown eyes inquisitive. I liked how she squirmed as I brought my dick to my mother’s silky bush. Sam watched with such interest while I rubbed my shaft’s tip up and down my mother’s wet slit.

“Fuck your mother, Justin,” groaned my dad. I could hear him jerking off now, that rhythmic slap-slap of masturbation. This was the only time he could have any sexual satisfaction. He could only get off while watching me fuck his wife.

“Yes, insert your cock into your mother,” Sam said. “I find myself quite eager to witness this.”

Groaning, loving the audience, I thrust into my mother’s pussy. She moaned, her heavy tits jiggling as I sank into her wet, incestuous depths. It was always so amazing to be back inside my mother. My arms went around her. My hand slid up and down her supple back. I savored her pussy clenching and relaxing about my shaft.

I kissed my mother with hungry lips, letting her taste her own sweet musk as I drew back my hips and slammed my cock back into her. She groaned, her thighs tightening about my waist as I fucked her. I pumped my dick in and out of her, churning her snatch up as our tongues danced together. She moaned into the kiss, her pleasure so obvious.

Mom loved my dick. She had to.

My balls smacked into her taint as I fuck her hard. I drove again and again and again into her incestuous depths. Sam was squirming right beside us, her eyes so wide as she watched us. She kept licking her lips. I couldn’t help but watch at her out of the corner of my eye. I loved the scarlet blush crossing her freckled cheeks and the way her hands rubbed at her stomach, pulling her baggy top tight across her small breasts.

“Damn,” I groaned, breaking the kiss with my mother to stare at my girlfriend. “It’s making you so hot, isn’t it? Making your pussy all wet and juicy.”

Sam nodded her head. She let out a whimpering moan.

“Oh, honey, let me help you out,” my mother said, reaching out with her left hand. She snagged the waistband of Sam’s sweatpants and pulled my girlfriend closer.

I thrust harder while my mom slipped her hand inside Sam’s sweatpants. My girlfriend let out a shuddering moan while her spine stiffened. I just knew my mom was reaching not only into Sam’s sweatpants, but into her panties. Such awe crossed Sam’s face as another person touched her pussy for the first time.

My mother touched Sam’s pussy.

“So my mom can get to third base, but I have to take you want to date?” I asked with a grin, thrusting my cock over and over into my mother’s cunt.

“She is not my lover,” Sam said, her voice breathy. “She’s… She’s your mother. She’s just… She’s just helping me out.”

My mother’s cunt clenched about my cock. “Mmm, yes, Justin. Just one lady giving another a helping hand.”

“Fuck,” I moaned, my dick throbbing in my mother’s tight pussy. “Yes, yes, yes help my girlfriend cum!”

“She will,” groaned my wussy dad. The sound of him spanking his pathetic cock while I fucked his wife only added to my excitement.

I leaned over and kissed Sam on the mouth as I plowed into my mother. My girlfriend didn’t hesitate. She threw an arm around my neck and kissed me back with ferocity. Her tongue dove into my mouth while my mom rubbed and fingered her cunt. My own hands were squeezing my mother’s tits now. If I didn’t, I would be grabbing Sam.

I clutched my mom’s heavy tits hard as I kissed Sam with all my passion. Our tongues dueled as we both groaned and gasped. My mother was pleasuring us now. We made her cum, so now she was returning the favor.

What an awesome family I had.

Mom’s pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick. The silky friction swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. I couldn’t last long. Not while kissing Sam. My lover made such girlish moans. My girlfriend clutched to me with such a desperate passion, the rims of her glasses nudging my temple and forehead.

When she broke her kiss, she threw back her head and screamed, “Oh, my gosh, yes, Mrs. Sampson!”

“Oh, yes, you’re having an orgasm, Sam!” my mom moaned, her pussy clamping down on my dick hard. “You’re just soaking my fingers with your passion. “

“Oh, Justin, it’s amazing!” Sam moaned. She stumbled back, pulling away from us both. She hit the wall and shuddered against it, her head tossing from side to side. I had never seen her looking so wanton.

So alive.

Her lips were pursed and eyes squeezed shut. She never looked sexier to me. All her nerdiness had vanished, subsumed by the woman unleashed inside of her.

“Fuck!” I groaned and buried into my mother. As I erupted, I growled, “You’re so beautiful, Sam!”

“She is!” gasped my mother as I spurted blast after blast of cum into her depths.

My mother trembled as she joined me in rapture. Her cunt spasmed, milking my dick. Her flesh writhed and massaged around my shaft. She was so hungry for my jizz. She wanted to be bred by me. She wasn’t on birth control.

My dad grunted behind me. I bet his feeble spunk was spurting from his dick while watching as I kept pumping my jizz into his wife’s fertile depths. The pleasure carried me to such a plateau of rapture. I hungered for an amazing moment. Stars rippled across my vision.

Then I crashed down from my high.

“Oh, Justin, I needed that so badly,” my mom purred. She held up her fingers, covered in Sam’s juices, before my lips. I glanced at my girlfriend.

Sam nodded.

I sucked my girlfriend’s tangy juices off my mother’s digits. I groaned, loving the flavor of Sam. It was even hotter to taste her indirectly. I couldn’t believe how wonderful this was. I sucked my mom’s fingers clean, shuddering.

I could feel my power was almost full. It was almost 8:01 AM.

Outside, I could hear students flowing through the hallways, heading to their next class. I blinked, pulling out of my mom’s pussy. I had work to do. I needed to find Aurora before I could freeze time. I adjusted my clothing while my mom fanned her face. She picked up her bathrobe.

“Well, Sam, I’m so happy you and Justin are together.”

“As am I,” Sam said, adjusting her glasses.

Dressed, I ushered my parents out of the bathroom and into the flow of students. Sam followed me out, her cheeks burning bright, but she otherwise looked like her normal, placid self. She gave me a smile and a nod before she headed back to class. My parents both looked satiated, especially my mom as she clutched her thin robe closed about her nude body.

I definitely had to do something about my parents, adjusting my commands.

My energy filled to the brim. I could stop time now. My phone chirped. I glanced at it, and saw a text from my sister reading: “In place! Ready to have fun.”

I just needed Aurora to reach me so I could pull her into stopped time. As far as Sam… I’d feel her out on the date tonight. Maybe I’d show her what I could do.

“Have a good day, son,” my mom said. “I love you so much.”

My cheeks burned as I felt the students watching us. They all had these looks in their eyes. They knew I just fucked my mother. God, it had to be all over the school by now that my father had burst into the classroom and begged me to fuck my mom.

“Yeah, I love you, too, Mom,” I said, my face so hot with embarrassment.

My parents turned and walked down the hallway, passing a man in a gray jumpsuit with the sewage explosion logo over his heart. He was staring at his phone, his face tense. Was he looking for a sewage problem? I hadn’t smelled anything. The bathroom was fresh when we were in there.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” Sam said, giving me a faint smile.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m looking forward to our private tutoring with Miss Daisy.”

“As am I.” My girlfriend pushed up her glasses and headed back towards Miss Daisy’s class.

“Master!”

I glanced past Sam to see my cheerleader-slut racing towards me, her golden ponytail bouncing behind her. Her face was flushed, even agitated. I held out my hand to her as she raced past Sam pulling her phone out of her pocket. She thrust out her arm, fingers extended.

The moment we touched, I shouted, “STOP!”

Sounds died. Time froze. Everyone around us paused in mid step, holding positions that not even the greatest balance artist could maintain without shifting slightly. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally.

“We have to fix my parents,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she said. She held up her phone. “Look. This is bad.”

To be continued…

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