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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Alice meets an adult neighbor at the pool

LAURA AND ME, PART 1

I’m not sure exactly how it started, since it happened around ten years ago. But it was in the swimming pool in the apartment building where I lived with my mother. I would have been 11 at the time I guess, a very shy child, pretty much a loner, and preferring to be by myself rather than hanging around with a bunch of noisy, giggling girls my own age.

I really missed my dad … He and my mother separated when I was 10 and dad went to live in another state.

I remember going down to the swimming pool one hot day. I was
wearing a Bikini … I used to have a white one and I thought it contrasted nicely with my sun-tanned skin.

On this particular day, the pool was empty, except for me. Most people were at work and it was a hot summer day. I dived into the pool and started to swim around, pretending I was some bathing beauty in a movie or a swimming show.

After several turns around the pool I heard the gate click as someone walked in. It was a woman who lived in the building. I had seen her around a couple of times. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, with a good body and a nice tan. She was also wearing a Bikini … dark blue, as I recall … and her shapely body was shown off to good advantage by it.

As I looked at her, she smiled at me, so I smiled back. I don’t remember what was said, but I do remember her saying her name was Laura, so I told her my name, Alice. We chatted about everything and nothing for what seemed like ages, until Laura said that she was getting hot in the sun.

“Do you want to come back to my place and have a cool drink?” she asked.

Since I was also pretty hot, I gladly agreed, so we both gathered our towels and left the pool area. Inside the apartment complex it was
quite cool so I wrapped my towel around me.

Laura’s apartment was on the first floor and she opened the door to let us both in.

“What would you like?” she asked. “I’ve got coke, lemonade, orange juice or apple juice.”

“Lemonade would be good,” I answered.

Laura went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade, from which she poured us each a glass, passing one to me as I followed her into the kitchen.

While drinking the lemonade, we continued the conversation we’d been having out at the pool, about stuff like my school, my few friends, my teachers, what I liked at school, what I didn’t like, and so
on.

She also told me a little bit about herself … that she lived by herself and that she worked at a local department store. She also told me she was 22 and worked out at the gym a lot, which explained why she had such a good body.

I’m not too sure what happened next, but we ended up sitting on the couch in just our Bikinis, the damp towels tossed aside, watching some show on daytime television. At one point, we both laughed out loud at something on the TV, and I felt Laura’s hand come to rest half-way up my leg.

I felt a bit nervous as she left her hand there. I tried to pretend I didn’t notice. I didn’t know whether Laura noticed or not, but she made no effort to remove her hand. The reason I felt a bit nervous was because I could feel my pussy starting to get a little bit tingly.

Suddenly I realized that Laura had turned her head, and her eyes were focused on me. I looked around at her and as our eyes met, I felt her hand move farther up my thigh towards the edge of my Bikini bottoms.

“Is this OK?” she asked.

I swallowed hard, not really knowing what to say or even whether I could say anything at all. All I was sure of was that my pussy was suddenly wet. I managed to nod my head to signify “yes,” and that was all Laura needed. I felt her hand cover my cunny, with the nylon material of the Bikini the only thing between her fingers and my by now sopping wet pussy.

Laura rubbed the palm of her hand over it and let her fingers trail across the little camel’s foot that showed when my bottoms were pulled up tight against my cunny.

“Do you like playing with yourself?” she asked.

Not sure what she meant, I just nodded my head again. For some reason, the power of speech seemed to have deserted me. All
I could feel was the fact that my pussy was very wet and that what Laura was doing to me felt really good.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensation of Laura rubbing my cunny. I have to admit that I felt embarrassed by it, but Laura didn’t seem to be. Although I wasn’t looking at her, I could feel her eyes on me as she rubbed me. I felt her fingers moving up and down my slit which was so wet it was almost like I had peed my pants. Every so often her fingers moved down and caressed my little butt cheeks.

Now I felt Laura move on the couch and I felt her other hand reach across and moving up to my tiny breasts to tweak the nipples with her fingers, which made me jump, but not with pain. Then her hand moved slowly down over my tummy and I felt her fingers snake their way into the waist band of my Bikini bottoms. Her fingers were like little spiders crawling under the waistband. I looked down and I could see my cunny being uncovered. Some instinct made me lift my bottom so that Laura could pull my Bikini bottom down.

“Stop me if you don’t like anything, Alice,” she breathed, almost in my ear.

But I was loving it. Having someone looking at my bare pussy while it was wet was becoming a huge turn on for me, though I hadn’t really analyzed my feelings at that stage.

Suddenly I felt the touch of Laura’s bare fingers stroking my pussy lips and I felt myself inhale sharply. I looked over at Laura and her eyes were still locked on mine. She smiled at me and somehow I think I managed a smile back at her. This was her signal to run a finger along my pussy slit and gently push in between the little labia, as far as it would go. I remember distinctly that at that time my labia only opened a little bit, and wouldn’t open all the way until I was older.

Looking down at Laura’s groin, I saw that her Bikini was also damp at the crotch, though she hadn’t been in the pool. Laura saw my look, and took her hand off my pussy to pull at the waistband of her own Bikini, and before I realized what had happened, she had kicked her Bikini bottom off completely.

I could see her pussy for the first time … the first time I had ever seen an adult’s pubic area … and it looked much different than my little cunny. Her pubic hair was thick and silky, sort of reddish, like her head hair, and it covered the area above her vagina. I noticed that it looked quite wet, as if she had peed herself slightly.

Laura’s hand moved back to my pussy and continued what she had been doing before … pulling my vaginal lips open, running her finger up into my girl cunny and finding the little knob which I had discovered only recently with my own fingers.

Laura stood up and I got a really close look at her pussy, and its mass of pubic hair. To me, with my little bare pubic region, it looked incredibly hairy.

Laura then pulled me to my feet and hugged me firmly against her breasts and belly. Since I was shorter than Laura my face was right at the height of her breasts, as she pressed them against me, catching my cheeks between her mammary orbs.

Then I felt her right hand descend to my pussy which was even wetter, if that were possible, and continue her gentle stroking.

With her other hand, I felt Laura pushing away my Bikini top and playing with one of my little nipples. I was shocked at what an incredible feeling that was. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that my little nipples could be so sensitive.

Now Laura’s hand started moving faster and faster on my pussy. She bent her head down and I felt her lips brush mine. Without even thinking, I returned the pressure of her lips and I felt her tongue lick my lips. Again, without thinking, I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to worm its way in.

By now, I was almost overwhelmed with sensations. Laura was stroking my pussy, lightly pinching my nipple and kissing me. I could feel myself going weak in the knees and almost fainting. I could feel Laura holding me up, though she never faltered in her stroking or pinching or kissing.

Suddenly I felt as though I were going to have some sort of seizure or something. I felt my abdomen contract and the most incredible feeling
shot right through my pussy, through my whole body. From somewhere in the distance I could hear my breath, sharp and excited. My knees literally failed to hold me up and if it weren’t for Laura holding me, I would have collapsed to the floor.

This incredible feeling lasted maybe ten seconds or so, during which I didn’t even think I was on this planet. When I had played with my pussy before, I had never continued to this point, as I was usually afraid that I’d hurt myself, or even worse, that the girls at school would be able to look at me and know that I liked playing with my
pussy.

When I recovered sufficiently, Laura looked at me and smiled.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

I really didn’t know what to say. “Like” didn’t even come close to describing what I was feeling. All I could do was nod my head.

When I think back about it, Laura must have thought I was some kind of deaf mute that day.

Laura slowly sat me down on the couch, facing her, and started playing with her own pussy. She took my hand and placed it on her pubic hair, gently brushing my fingers through it. It felt so weird: very soft on the outside, but when Laura pressed my fingers into the crack beneath the silky pussy hair, it was wet and slick on the inside. With Laura’s hand around mine, she moved it back and forth, slowly pushing my fingers into her vagina and then back out again. She took her hand off mine and I sensed she wanted me to continue, so I did.

After a very short while, Laura’s breathing became heavier and She started moaning. I really didn’t know what to do, so I kept on rubbing my hand over her pussy. Suddenly I felt her pussy almost spasm and she got even wetter as my hand slid freely in and out of her spreading vagina.

Taking my hand from her pussy, Laura pulled me towards her and squashed me against her belly and breast. Her pussy was still wet and, so, I realized, was mine. Leaning down, she kissed me again and I felt the most incredible feeling come over me. It was
nothing like as intense as my orgasm (I found out later from Laura that that was what it was called!) but just the warmest most loving
sensation. That’s the best I can describe it.

Lowering one arm so that it was underneath my bottom, Laura picked me up and carried me into the bathroom where we had a shower and cleaned each other’s pussies with hot water and soap.

That was just the first of many wonderful sessions with Laura, my first love, over the next couple of years. Through Laura I came to realize that I was a lesbian, and that it was not something to be ashamed of but rather, to be proud of.

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Half based on a dream..half on pure fantasy

I’d always lived by the beach, the sound of the waves therapeutic after a long day at work, the sun sinking into the sea a relaxing sight when I needed to unwind. Living in a small village there were few houses, only a couple were owned by young people, me being one of them, Alex, a very attractive journalist the other. We’d both lived in the village a few years, both barely 20 and both female.

I’d never had lesbian tendencies until I saw her, I was always firmly attracted to guys, but she was different. Her faux hawk died a vibrant shade of orange, her pale skin highlighted more by her neon eye shadow and thick kohl lined eyes. Always wearing tight skinny jeans, and vest tops even in winter, converse sneakers of various colours, none of which ever looked new, they were always ripped whether unintentionally ruined or not I did not know. The thing that always stood out was her accessories, thick silver bands up both arms, rings with skulls on, black chipped nail varnish, the tattoos, and the long necklace which I’d never seen the pendant on, hanging down between her mid-sized breasts. I’d never seen a more attractive woman.

Today I was out with my camera, tripod set up on the cliff top waiting for the sun to drop into the sea, I saw a silhouette down on the beach, I couldn’t see who it was, the sun was too low to make them out, all I knew was they were walking along the shore, the waves covering their feet as they moved along the sand.
Once the sun had finally set, the golden light finally dissolving off the long grass of the headland, I gathered up my equipment and headed down onto the beach. It was dark but not pitch black yet.

As I reach the last wonky step that led to the sand, I saw her sat there, staring out to sea. It was obviously Alex who had been walking earlier, and now here she was sat on the fine sand at the top of the cove, unseeingly staring out to see, a tear running down her cheek. She looked up as I walked toward her, quickly wiped her eyes and smudging her makeup, trying to hide the tears I’d already seen.

“What happened, Al?” I can’t deny it; we’d always got on along well. I guess with being the only youngsters we didn’t really have much choice, it was each talk with the girl I was crushing on, or the older tenants who just wanted a quiet life.

“She doesn’t want me”. Ah. The girl she’d been talking to online for years. The one she was desperate to date but couldn’t get the courage up to ask her. “She’s dating a guy.” Another tear ran down her streaked cheek, dripping off her chin and onto her hand. She looked down at the stray tear, probably not even realising she was still crying.

I shifted up toward her. “It will all be ok” I comforted as I put my arm around her shoulders. “The person I love probably doesn’t want me either, but I’m too scared to find out. I don’t want to lose her if she doesn’t want me.” I wasn’t even sure she was listening to me. She just sat there silently, staring into space.
Putting my free hand on her chin, I gently turned her head to face me, her eyes red from crying, stray tears still sliding from the corner of her eyes. I shifted my hand up from her chin to her cheek, stroking away the moisture with my thumb, her eyes looking into mine; I moved my face in closer. Our noses an inch away from touching, I didn’t say anything and neither did she, as our lips drew closer, she didn’t resist me. I softly pushed my lips against hers, a quick peck on her lips. Moving away, our eyes were still locked on each other.

I didn’t move in for a kiss again, not wanting to rush her, but I didn’t need to. Her internet crush soon forgotten, Al put her hands on my face, grit from the beach sticking to my skin, and firmly pressed her lips onto mine, our mouths moving in sync with each other, tongues melding together eagerly, our saliva mingling, becoming one.

As the kiss became more vigorous, more desperate, I didn’t feel any inclination to pull back, I wanted more. Hungrily, she pulled at my lip with her teeth, tilting my head skyward her lips performed gentle butterfly kisses down from my lips to my throat, her hands moving over the buttons on my shirt, my hands reaching up her sky blue vest top, desperately seeking out the pert breasts I knew hid underneath.
My hands slid flawlessly up her stomach, my fingers grazing against her bra. As she fiddled with my buttons I withdrew my hands and lifted up her vest, she willingly lifted up her arms, temporary distracted from undressing me; I pulled the top over her head and cast it aside. Body free of her top she resuming her task of releasing me, finally reaching the last button, I shrugged off my loose white shirt letting it land behind me.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders and arms, feeling as much of my skin as possible. I reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra, letting the strapless 34C garment fall onto the sand. Pushing her backwards, her hands had no choice but to let go of me, her topless body now on the sand in front of me. I ran my hands over her hips, slowly rubbing my palms up her flat stomach, determinedly reaching out for the bosoms standing prominent in front of me.

I ran my hands over the domes, her nipples hard against my hands. Clasping a handful I playfully pulled them, and then ran my hands back down her stomach, stopping when I reached the waist band of her jeans. I leant into her, wanting to feel her soft skin on my lips, I kissed her stomach, casually moving further up her body every time I skimmed over her skin with my mouth. As I reached her breast I let my tongue circle her nipple, feeling it get harder and harder under my embrace.

I could hear her gentle moaning over the sound of the waves; this was obviously turning her on as much as me. Getting bored of caressing one nipple I moved onto the other, intent on making that one as hard as the other, pulling her tit with my teeth, sucking it and biting it with as much force as I dared to use. Her moaning getting louder and louder with every tug, I couldn’t resist any longer, maintaining the caressing with my mouth I let my hand slide over her stomach again, this time not stopping at the top of her skirt, instead letting my hand run over the fabric, searching out the crotch of her jeans. I slid my hands between her thighs, feeling slight moisture even through the thick fabric.

Releasing her nipple I sat back and undid the button on her jeans, wriggling them over her hips and pulling them down her lean legs, forgetting she had her converse on. I didn’t have the patience to sort that situation out so I left her jeans round her ankles. Desperate to know what was happening behind her underwear, I repositioned myself, careful to let my nails run up the inside of her legs as I moved, my fingers stopping just shy of her crotch.

Her pants were soaked, juices seeping through the material an indication of how turned on she was. Making her wait for my close up inspection, I got to my feet and slid my skirt down, my black lacy thong following behind, I knelt down close to her face, and let my hand slide over my pussy, parting my lips and letting my long fingers slide over my wet clit. She lifted her hand, placing it firmly on my butt cheek, squeezing my pert little ass and proceeding to spank it, a sharp slap landing perfectly on my cheek.

“Sit on me” she commanded. I lifted my leg over her face, spreading my legs wide over her mouth, her arms wrapped around thighs holding me tightly, forcing me down until my pussy made contact with her lips. I sat back for a few minutes enjoying the feel of my pussy being eaten, her tongue flicking against my clit, and then taking long slow strokes fondling my entire vagina.

Feeling the pulsing begin in my vagina, I started moaning but I ignored the sensation as much as I could, leant over Al, careful not to displace my body to much and settled my head between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy with my nose and then thrusting my tongue into her hole, my long hair rubbing into the sand below every time I moved my head. Playfully I grabbed hold of her clit in my teeth, tugging at it until I heard her moan, I knew she wasn’t going to last much longer and neither was I. Sitting back I knew I was being mean, letting her orgasm subside before it took hold for the second time, but I was going to come any second. Her pussy licking had never relented, she moved her hands and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks, I leant back, my hands on the soft sand above her head, back arched against the sensation she was causing.

“Oh fuck, that’s good” I moaned out, grinding my pussy into her mouth, her tongue licking my clit hard. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum” I half screamed, grinding my hips harder into her face, my heart pumping, Al holding me onto her face, determined to take me until the very end. With a few quick flicks of my clit, I moaned hard, half screaming as my pussy tightened, Al’s tongue still flicking me making a fair bit of clear liquid squirt into her mouth, the licking subsided and I heard her as she swallowed what I had ejected into her mouth.

“You taste good” she complimented as I lifted my body over her face. Smiling in reply, I pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the cliff face a few feet behind us. Twirling her around so her back was pressing against my front, I quickly kissed her neck, and told her to put her hands on the rocks. Her ass stuck out as she obeyed and her breasts swung below her. I crouched down placing my hands on her butt cheeks pulled them apart revealing her ass hole.

I felt her relax her ass, obviously wanting what I was thinking of doing, her hole opened slightly and before I could think any more about it, I pushed my tongue into the hole, licking around the edges, tasting her ass. Her butt relaxed more and I forced my tongue in further, taking in as much of her ass as I could, she tasted so good. Extracting my tongue, her ass stayed open, so taking the opportunity while it was there, I spat into her ass, forcing a few fingers in as her hole started to close. She squeaked as I thrust me fingers in as far as they would go and started to fuck her ass, soft movements, wanting to feel as much of the inside of her butt as could.

I fucked her ass for a few more minutes before I pulled out my fingers, what was left of my saliva running out as her ass clenched shut again. Knowing she needed to cum, I sat on the sand, the grains sticking to the cum that was still dripping from my pussy, grabbed her hips and pushed her over making her land with a light thump in front of me, clambering onto my knees I forced her legs up so they were bent, wanting to spread them fully but her jeans prevented that from happening.

Her heels practically touching her ass I shuffled myself as close as I could to her pussy, already soaked I slid my fingers into her hole, flexing them so they rubbed against her g-spot, cum drowning my hands before she’d even reached her orgasm. By now she was moaning hard again, the two orgasms I had let die earlier now coming back with a vengeance. Her hands clasped dry grains of sand at her sides as I fucked her pussy hard with my fingers, moving fast, knowing she was on the brink of exploding. I thrust my fingers in and out so fast my arm started to go numb but I knew it was worth the effort, a few moments later Al’s body shuddered and my fingers were torn from her pussy as a torrent of liquid spurted into the air, her body spasming as her orgasm reached its peak.

I sat back on the sand watching as the rest of her orgasm left her body, the shuddering dying down leaving her lying exhausted in the sand. Letting her get her breath back, I shuffled round so I was sat next to her head, Al’s eyes were closed as she regained all sense of being. Slowly, once her breath had returned she turned her head towards me “You will never lose me. I’ve always loved you, I was just scared to ask you out” she breathed before I leant over to kiss her once more.

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Another true story as told to me by Brooke

Booke

Brooke is a truly striking young woman. Tall, golden skin, large breasts with pierced nipples, long black hair, puffy lips, dark pools for eyes. Heads turned when she entered the room. She loved the attention. She also had a submissive nature. She always wanted to please even from a very young age. Boys from her school would lure her into the woods near her school house and tell her how sexy she looked. Then they would make her lift her shirt and show her panties. She would see the angry looks in their eyes if she tried to refuse. She would finally pull down her panties and let the boys get a good look at her sweet pussy. Word got out around the school and soon there was a large crowd gathered in the woods to watch Brooke show off her lovely body. Sometimes she walked home with one of her girlfriends, Carli. Carli did not really like the way the boys stared at them. When the girls were trapped in the woods by the large crowd of boys gathered to see the show put on by Brooke, Carli would even help show Brooke off to the group. Carli diverted attention away from herself by going around behind Brooke and unbuttoning her blouse as the boys looked on. Then she unsnapped Brooke’s bra and everyone got a good look at her young but large breasts. Carli unzipped Brooke’s shirt and pulled down her panties and let the horny boys see all of Brooke’s wonderful body.

This went on for some time. Carli would strip Brooke and the boys would look on. Finally, the older boys in school heard of the events going on in the woods and came to see for themselves. The day they came to see the show, they found Carli removing the last of Brooke’s clothes. They were not content to just watch. One of the biggest boys came up to Brooke and started kissing her. His hands roamed all over her body. She tried to resist but was ordered not to resist. She simply closed her eyes and let the boy have his way.
“ Get you’re clothes off, Carli! “ demanded the boy fondling Brooke. “ No, you will like Brooke better, she will do anything you guys want,” said Carli with panic in her voice. With that the big kid picked up Brooke and carried her to a more remote part of the woods. “ The rest of you guys stay here. You can have her once I’m done,” said Brooke’s captor.

Brooke was dropped onto a pile of leaves and the big kid climbed on top of her. She could feel the head of his cock separating her virgin pussy lips. Then a stabbing pain. He demanded that she wrap her legs around him while he fucked her without mercy. In and out of her tender pussy rammed the boys cock. It hurt like fire but even then, Brooke wanted to be liked and older boys had not paid much attention to her before. The sex was over in just minutes. The big boy left without saying much. Brooke had scratches on her back from the twigs on the ground. Before she could get to her feet, another boy appeared. He was on her in seconds.

For hours that afternoon, Brooke was fucked by one boy after another. She stopped trying to resist. Her poor pussy was so sore. She even had bite marks on her tits and neck. Little did she know that Carli had hidden and watched the whole event. Carli had no interest in having the same thing happen to her. Even so, she found herself rubbing her own pussy in the excitement of watching her school mate endure cock after cock.

Brooke never knew if her parents found out about what the boys were doing to her after school. They did, however, move her to an all girls school across town. Carli went with her.
Carli had completely captivated her life long girlfriend Brooke. Carli was now a total lesbian. She never wanted to endure what happened to Brooke. Brooke soon began to live for Carli’s touch. Carli used her as a sex toy whenever it suited her. Carli had a slender body and lovely face. She could have attracted many a man but preferred a woman’s touch. Whenever Carli felt a little horny, she would text Brooke to get her ass over to Carli’s house or where ever she was to service her as she liked. Many nights Brooke found herself on her knees with her tongue parting the shaved pussy lips of a moaning Carli. “ Tongue me you little bitch!” screamed Carli as she threw her head back and came, sending her pussy juice flowing down over Brooke’s tongue and into her belly. Brooke would rub her own cunt until it would literally drip onto the floor below. Carli would send her home afterwards with the warning that she should be ready to return any time she was called.

One evening when Carli was feeling extra horny and a bit cruel, she called Brooke and told her that she was going to a lesbian party just off of the campus of the university they both now attended. “ Come with me and dress sexy. I want to show you off. You know I am so proud of you, Brooke, “ said Carli in her soft sexy voice. Brooke’s heart leapt at the thought of being Carli’s date to a lesbian party. Brooke spent hours doing her makeup and selecting just the right dress to wear. Yes a dress would do for this party. She usually wore jeans and a shirt but tonight she would make Carli proud. She went so far as to cut the lining out of the dress and could now see the perfect outline of her ample breast through the dress as she stood before the mirror. “ I won’t wear anything under this so that Carli can feel me up if she likes and show me off to anyone she likes,” whispered Brooke under her breath. She was almost giddy with excitement.

When Carli arrived to pick her up, Brooke ran to the car and jumped in like a child excited to see a parent after a long absence. They kissed and Carli commented on how hot Brooke looked. Brooke was in heaven. When they arrived at the party both of the girls went in hand in hand. They were greeted by the hostess. They had drinks. They met other girls. They danced. They got drunk. They danced some more. They kissed and fondled each other. Then a rather large and not so attractive girl tapped Carli on the shoulder and asked to dance with Brooke. Carli turned to Brooke and said, “ I’ll let you do more then dance with this little bitch. “ With that she took Brooke by the wrist over to her purse. Without warning, she turned and ripped Brooke’s dress off of her slender body. Brooke could not believe what was happening. Carli pushed her to her knees and took out a bright red lipstick and used it to write the word “Slut” over her tips. Then she turned the shocked girl around and wrote “ FUCK ME” on her pretty ass.

In a loud drunken voice, Carli yelled “ Any of you bitches who wants your cunts eaten out or your ass holes rimmed can get in line. This little whore will do whatever she is told! “ Brooke was still in shock as the big ugly girl stepped up and grabbed the back of her head and pulled the poor girl into her waiting crotch.

Although it had a strong odor, Brooke knew that this would please Carli and so she ate the big ugly girl’s pussy until she came and walked away. This was the beginning of a long night of sexual slavery for Brooke. She could see Carli out of the corner of her eye as she moved from girl to girl teasing them with little kisses. Carli would then point to Brooke who was still on her knees servicing any girl in front of her. The girl whom Carli had teased would get in line, horny to have a good cum from Brooke’s labor. When most of the girl’s at the party including the hostess had made use of Brooke’s talented tongue, the big ugly girl reappeared naked wearing a very large strap-on dildo. “ You had better spit on this before I fuck you with it, bitch,” sneered the big girl. Brooke did as she was told and went on all fours as the dildo wearing ugly girl went behind her.

At first Brooke thought it was by mistake as the dildo was placed at the opening of her tiny asshole. But as the huge object was forced farther and farther into her virgin ass, she knew what she was going to have to endure. Brooke screamed as the big ugly girl pounded her ass. Then she felt the first slap on her ass cheek. “ Fuck me you little bitch!” yelled the big ugly girl. Carli moved in front of Brooke and forced her head into her soaking pussy. “ Now make this little whore scream! I want to feel her screams on my cunt!” demanded Carli of the big ugly girl who began to pound Brooke’s ass even harder. Brooke screamed into Carli’s cunt as she was slapped and fucked for a good half hour. She felt light headed as both of her assailants finally released her and let her curl up into a ball on the cum stained floor.

Carli showed a tiny bit of mercy by gathering up Brooke and wrapping her in her torn dress. As they drove home, Brooke knew that Carli could force her to do anything. Brooke had no will of her own. She was Carli’s lesbian slave. This was her place in life.

One morning, Brooke’s car would not start. She called a tow truck and was told by the mechanic at the shop that it would cost more than the car was worth to fix it. What to do. She needed her car. She knew her parents would not be able to afford her college fees and a new car. The answer might be to see Uncle Stevie. He was well to do and loved her very much. That’s what she would do.

Uncle Stevie greeted Brooke at his door dressed only in a bath robe. This seemed strange to Brooke but she was determined to get her Uncle to help her get a new car. As they set down on the couch, Uncle Stevie set very close to her. Then she realized that his robe had fallen open and he was wearing nothing else! There was his sixty year old grey haired cock getting simi-hard. “Uncle Stevie!” exclaimed a surprised Brooke. “ Cover yourself up, Uncle Stevie!”
“ Now listen here Brooke!” yelled her Uncle. “You need a new car and I am the only one you can turn to for help. You just sit there and stare at my dick while we talk.” Brooke did as she was told. As she described the car she wanted, her Uncles’ cock grew harder and longer. Right in the middle of her speech about her new car, Uncle Stevie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to his crotch. She knew that she was going to have to suck Uncle dick if she wanted a car. Brooked stuck her tongue out to let the hard cock slid down her windpipe used her throat muscles to massage his cock head as she pumped her head up and down like the good cock sucking whore she had now become. Little moans came from her throat as she worked her magic on Uncle Stevie’s rock hard dick. She heard his breathing grow quicker as he neared climax. Faster and faster she bobbed up and down. His cock head probed deeper and deeper into her open throat. He still held her hair in his fist as he thrust harder and deeper into her wet mouth. He was now fucking her face like he fucked his young girl friends pussy. His girl friend screamed as she was pounded but Brooke could only moan with her mouth totally full of Uncle cock. On and on went the assault on Brooke’s throat. Spit ran out of her mouth and down onto her Uncles’ balls. Her eyes began to tear as her make-up formed lines down her cheeks as it mixed with her tears and dripped onto her tits. “ Open up you fucking little slut!” breathed Uncle Stevie as he finally took a quick breath of air and shot gobs of white cum down his niece’s waiting throat. Brooke felt pulse after pulse of dick juice fly out of her Uncle’s cock. She swallowed time after time and then came up for air. She had nearly passed out as the exploding cock had cut off her air supply.

Now Brooke set back up as her Uncle released his grip on the girl’s hair. She looked a mess. Make-up running down her face. Cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. “ Lick me clean you little slut!” demanded her Uncle. Down went his niece to lap up the last drops of cum and drool.

“ All right, if I buy the car for you, you will come over here every month and do whatever I think up. Is that understood?” snorted her Uncle. Brooke simply nodded her compliance. “ And dress like a whore! I like my girlfriend dressed like that. You can do the same. Now go pick out the car and have the dealer call me.” ordered Uncle Stevie. Brooke kissed him on the cheek and left still wiping the smeared make-up from her face.

Brooke was excited about shopping for her new car the next day. She woke up early and got Carli to give her a ride to the car lot and drop her off. She was greeted by and beautiful olive skinned girl. The girl introduced herself as Marica. She like Brooke had large breast and long black hair. As they went from car to car, Marica kept staring at Brooke’s braless tits as they swayed gently under her blouse. Finally they selected one for a test drive. As Brooke drove, Marcia leaned over and whispered to Brooke, “You should get your nipples pierced like me.” Before Brooke could respond Marcia unbuttoned her blouse and showed off her nipples. Each on had a golden ring with a captive ball. Brooke pulled off the road and fondled Marcia’s tits. She ran her tongue over the nipple rings and chewed Marcia’s nipples until she got goose bumps. Marcia told Brooke that she could get her a good deal on having her tits pierced. Brooke was thinking about this as they returned to the dealership. Marcia told her boss that she and Brooke were going to test drive another car and might be gone for some time. Brooke saw Marcia’s boss pull Marcia into his office and close the door. The door did not close completely and Brooke saw Marcia’s boss groping Marcia’s tits and giving her a deep kiss. Marcia came out of the her bosses’ office tucking her blouse back into her slacks. They left in another car and headed to a rough part of town. “ My brother will pierce your tits. He just got out of prison and needs to make some money. He will love you body.” Marcia finished.

As they walked into the dimly lit tattoo parlor, Marcia’s brother met them and after being introduced, set Brooke down and told her to take off her blouse. Brooke was hesitant. Marcia sensed this and went down to her knees and lifted Brooke’s skirt and began to eat her wet pussy. Brooke got hot very quickly because of Marcia’s talented tongue. She spread her legs wide and unbuttoned her top. Marcia unzipped Brooke’s skirt and soon the girl was completely naked in front of Marcia’s brother. He sized up her nipples and picked out rings similar to the ones Marcia wore. Out came the sharp and long needle. The pain of the sharp pin against the tender nipple skin mixed with the pleasure of the tongue and fingers fucking her sensitive pussy. This feeling of pain and pleasure was one that Brooke loved. She liked being controlled. She smiled as both of the rings were inserted into her nipples and the captive balls were put in place. “ That will be two hundred bucks,” said Marcia’s brother. “ Oh my God, all I have is about a hundred,” replied Brooke with a nervous tone in her voice. “ Alright Bitch, that means you have to pay the rest by Friday and you owe interest today!” snorted the tattoo artist. Brooke found herself on her knees sucking the uncircumcised cock of Marcia’s brother. Marcia whispered to her brother, “ Want to taste her sweet pussy?” With that Marcia French kissed her brother as Brooke had her mouth pumped full of hot cum. “ Don’t swallow it all Brooke!” commanded Marcia and she French kissed Brooke as they shared her brother’s cum. “My brother was just out of jail and did not have a girlfriend. I gave him a few blowjobs to help him out.” explained Marcia. “ I guess I got to liking his juice. Anyway, you can give him some pussy on Friday when you come to pay him what you owe. My brother loves to get pussy. At least he sure likes mine. Right Bro?”

The girls returned to the dealership. Marcia’s boss set down with both of them in his office and got the details on the car Brooke had picked out. He looked at Brooke like a hungry dog stairs at a piece of meat. “ How would you like to get an extra thousand off this car?” he asked with a wicked smile. “ My Uncle would be happy about that.” replied Brooke. “You don’t even have to do much,” said the boss man. “Marcia is going to do what I have been trying to get her to for weeks,” he continued. Brooked watched as Marcia stood up and began taking off her clothes. Her boss just reclined in his leather chair and let her unzip his fly. She sucked him like she sucked her brother. Long slow strokes. Brooke watched as his cock grew longer and thicker each time it plunged into Marcia’s mouth. Her boss waved Brooke over and started kissing her. His tongue explored her mouth completely. Brooke knew that if she did a good job, Marcia could get him off more quickly. Brooke kissed like a dirty whore. She let him squeeze her tender tits through her blouse. She ignored her painful nipples and sucked on the tongue invading her mouth. Marcia’s bosses’ body grew ridged. He shot a big load of cum into the waiting girls mouth. This time Marcia French kissed Brooke to share their second load of man juice that afternoon.

Just before Brookes left the dealership with her new ride, she promised Marcia that she would introduce her to Carli. She told her about the parties they went to. Marcia said that she did not mind taking a dildo up the ass. Her brother had fucked her up the ass often enough. She got used to it and really kind of liked the different way it felt.
Brooke enjoyed her new car and the month passed quickly. She would have to visit Uncle Stevie soon to get the car payment. She had one indulgence that she had come to love. Leah was a massage and hair wax remover who worked out of her own home. Brooke loved her work. Leah always acted very professional. She seldom smiled. She always had Brooke remove all of her clothing and lay on a leather table. She would then take great pains to remove all the hair on Brooke’s lovely body. She would roll Brooke onto her belly and pure hot oil into Brooke’s asshole. This reminded Brooke of having someone cum in her ass. While the oil remained in Brooke ass, Leah would finish removing any hair around Brooke’s ass. Leah used two and then three fingers to massage Brooke’s asshole with one hand while using two or three fingers of her other hand to massage Brooke’s very wet pussy. When Brooke had cum, sometimes more than once, Leah would leave the room and let Brooke go to the ladies’ room to expel the remaining oil.

Brooke had a problem this week because she had had to pay for the rest of what she owed for her nipple rings. She asked Leah if she could get a discount this time to make ends meet. Leah said nothing. She stripped naked and set Brooke in a chair. She then climbed up and placed her well shaved pussy to Brooke’s lips. Before Brooke could begin eating Leah’s pussy, Leah pissed into her mouth. Brooke swallowed Leah’s piss. Gulp after gulp of the warm liquid went down Brooke’s throat and into her belly. When the stream stopped, Brooke licked Leah clean. Leah left the room. Brooke left to go see Uncle Stevie.

As Brooke arrived in front of Uncle Stevie’s house in her new car, she was greeted by Sammy who is her Uncle’s young girlfriend. Sammy was wearing a see through bra made of chain held together by a leather collar around the lovely girl’s neck. This and a leather thong along with five inch high heels composed her entire wardrobe. A small cat-o-nine tails hung from Sammy’s wrist. She griped the whip and gave Brooke a good swat across her ass as she came through the door. “ You look like a dirty little whore, Brooke,” greeted her Uncle. “ Ok, Sammy, fuck the shit out of this hot bitch!”

Without any delay, Sammy unzipped Brooke’s mini dress and had the girl naked. She held Brooke’s wrist together and above her head with one hand and whipped her naked back with the cat-o-nine tails. Brooke resigned herself to a long evening of pain and pleasure. Stroke after stroke of the whip came down on Brooke’s back until red stripes formed a latticework upon her golden skin. Brooke glanced at her Uncle as he played with his cock while watching the show put on by Sammy and her new slave. The whip was directed at her ass and thighs. Then she was turned around and her newly pierced tits were whipped long and hard. Her tight belly and pussy were next to receive attention from the whip.

Just when Brooke thought she could not take any more, Sammy paused and ran her wet tongue over the stripes on Brooke’s large breasts. This made Brooke wet. Her lips parted hoping for a kiss from Sammy. She opened her eyes to gaze down at Sammy still sucking her tits and realized how much the two of them looked alike. Their size and shape were so much alike, they could have been sisters. “No wonder my Uncle wants to fuck me so bad, I look just like his girlfriend,” Brooke thought to herself.

Sammy finger fucked Brooke and then raised her pussy juice covered fingers to her mouth to taste the nectar coating her whole hand. She kissed Brooke. Brooke could taste her own juice on Sammy’s tongue. Sammy made Brooke lie down on the floor and moved to a scissor position. Sammy ground her pussy into Brooke’s. Their clits crushed against one another. Brooke responded by holding Sammy’s thighs tight against her until she had her first orgasm of the night. As Brooke came, Sammy pulled her nipple rings until the pain mixed with the orgasm to produce the most intense sensation the young girl had ever experienced. Brooke was brought back to reality with a slap on her sensitive tits. Sammy grabbed Brooke by the hair and dragged her over to Uncle Stevie. She then forced Brooke’s mouth down over his rock hard cock. Sammy used her grip on Brooke’s hair to rock the girl up and down on Uncle cock fast and hard. “ Choke on that dick you whore!” screamed Sammy. Up and down went Brooke’s head. In and out of the young girl’s throat went the cock. Five minutes and then ten. Sammy and Uncle Stevie French kissed as Brooke got face fucked. Uncle Stevie exploded down Brooke’s throat. Brooke’s lips were red and puffy from the abuse they had just suffered. Sammy French kissed Brooke to taste the man juice left over in her mouth.

For a short while the three just laid there trying to recuperate. Uncle Stevie’s cock began to get hard again thanks to the stroking it was receiving from Sammy. “ Spit on that bitch’s ass Sammy. I am going to fuck it good!” said Uncle Stevie with a nasty look on his face. “ I want to use the strap-on too!” added Sammy. The next thing she knew, Brooke was getting an ass fucking from her Uncle and a cunt fucking from Sammy and her strap-on dildo. Sammy and Uncle Stevie got in a rhythm as they pounded Brooke from both the front and the rear. Brooke had never been fucked in both holes at the same time. Uncle Stevie’s tongue worked its way into her ear while Sammy’s tongue totally explored her mouth. They licked her, they bit her, they slapped her, they whipped her and all while fucking her with all the power they could muster for hours.

As Brooke staggered to her new car, she wondered what she would have to endure for her next car payment. She smiled and drove off into the night.

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Our minds can at times be manipulated in unbelievable ways.. There are some victims of crime that confuse their feelings and become infatuated with their tormentor, sometimes falling deeply in love believing that the ideas and beliefs of their captor hold hold are beyond reproach. It takes time with some. with others, not so long it is often referred to as Stockholm Syndrome.

In Sara’s case she falls quickly into the arms of her captor.

Training the Replacement..

I cried my eyes out until there were no more tears, the dreadful sick feeling in my stomach, the continual memory flashes of what had just happened in such a short time.. the constant flashes back to my short brief interlude with Emily.

I had mixed feelings of disgust and excitement, my mind kept reliving the first kiss she gave me, the feelings that rushed through me, how it excited me, and the struggle not to pee myself with nervousness like a school girl getting her first kiss..

My ability to move and function returned, relief washed over me. .Until I raised my head .

I stared at the screen playing over and over the video of me in the toilet being fucked by Emily, followed by the scenes of me exposing myself to all in the night club, a lump in my throat,

Slowly everything that had happened to me in the hours before, were rolled across the screen,

the scenes of my helpless body being raped by a massive dog.. the look on my face actually seemed to be enjoying the moment,

the sight of me gushing copious amounts of dog cum from my gaping cunt..

then vision of me, standing in front of Emily’s car in all my glory smiling and dropping my dress to the floor, gyrating and twirling naked in a public carpark.. then willingly sliding into the car. .

The thought in my mind .. anyone seeing this would believe i was completely willing.

I felt the bile rising in my throat, the sinking feeling of drowning swept over me, so weak the room started to fade.

I woke with a start, the bad dream had felt so real.. I went to stretch, the clink of a chain snapped me back to reality…

It wasn’t a dream.. the collar Emily had placed on my neck the night before was still in place. a long chain was secured to the floor. a low growl had me freeze, then slowly I looked in the direction it had come from.

The biggest dog i had ever seen. Stood staring at me, he had vicious intimidating look about him .. i tried to look away but too late his eyes stared into my soul..

Awake are we sweetie.. Emily’s voice whispered.. my eyes glued to this huge angry looking beast…to scared to take them off him..

Sara honey this is “Ares..” You met his father last night..

He’s a pussy cat compared to his son… Don’t make any sudden moves sweetie, he lives up to his name,, Named after the god of Rage ,Terror and Violence,

ohh and he can smell you have been with his dad.. so he just might try and compete.. if you give him cause..

He has so much attitude he sometimes scares me..

giggling to her self.. but ohhh boy he is so much bigger than his dad in more ways than one,

I started to shake in sheer terror, the control on my bladder lost its battle, a trickle of urine escaped ,

I slowly tried to rise and shuffle to my feet, very aware of my nakedness the, tug of my collar restricted me from standing properly and the cage i shared with this massive brute was to low for me to any way,

so in a crouch i shuffled around to keep my back to the wall, one hand shielding my now wet vagina, my legs squeezed tight trying to prevent the intermittent trickle escaping. The other arm attempting to hide my bare breasts in a vain effort of holding onto a little dignity.. shaking and trembling…

She’s awake … Kate’s husky voice sang…

Sara Honey he is going to take what he wants whether you want to accept it or not honey.. Just try and relax sweetie .. other wise … Well lets just say it could get a whole lot rougher .. now now…get off that wall .. On your knees bitch and present to him…

I shook my head .. I cccaant , i cried nnno no wway yyyou cannt make mee.. dddontt do thiss ttto mee i stuttered…my eyes still glued to this monster.

Emily’s voice soft but clear … Down Ares!!! Down,, He looked at her .. then sat, still staring at me and licking his lips with the widest longest tongue i had seen on a dog.. my eyes were drawn to the protruding tip of his penis, it was starting to expose itself, a wet patch forming on the ground below him.

I heard the cage open and felt the tug on the chain , relieved i stummbled out, sweat running down my body still trickling urine in fright..

Kate opened the out side door,, The first time i had seen the outside in daylight, it was huge ,,

We are on a farm i thought.. the fresh air flowed in, my skin now covered in goose bumps from the fresh cool air.. i stood still naked trembling but happy to be away from that monster in the cage.

my nipples aching and swollen from the cool air as well as a little tingle and strange feeling that was settling over me,

The way Emily was looking at me … made me tingle even more . her eyes seemed to be devouring me.. i felt conscious that when she looked at me like this that strange sensation would flutter through me.. feeling like a school girl with her first crush..that feeling quickly vanished.

Okay Sweetie,, off you go,, outside Now !! Go…I will give you a head start,, Run.. Fast ..

I glanced at Emily then back at Kate,, Kates hand was reaching for the door of the cage.. that massive monster was watching me .. his body was trembling.. i could see he was lowering himself into a crouch as if ready to leap..

I caught Emily’s eye .. she was mouthing words , and moving her eyes from me to Ares.. a hint of her sexy smile starting to break through, then i heard the door open ..

I ran .. I ran as fast as i could .. hope in my heart, that i could manage to attract some attention from someone .. freedom in sight.. I looked around.. nothing but vast fields .. people in the distance walking dogs…

ohhh no not dogs,, people walking people on leads for fuck sake.. like dogs.

Running.. breathing hard, I screamed for help.. my words whisked away on the breeze.. the sound of this monster gaining , the heavy beat of his four legs against my two.. the hit on my back,, the ground coming up at me in a rush..

Screaming in terror i scrambled up on my hands and knees . clawing at the wet grass to gain purchase. another hit to my back. .still scrambling, almost on my feet.

The powerful legs gripped around my waist, the massive head reared up and pressed onto my shoulder.

The sudden weight dragged me to my knees, the force that dragged me back threw me face down on to the grass, my rear raised , the shock leaving me breathless, the powerful front legs drawing me back into his groin.

i felt the wetness as something stabbed at my naked exposed vagina,, two .. three ..times then the fourth hit the mark.. but not my wet dribbling vagina.

He hit my anal hole i yelled and screamed but in vain.. like a rag doll i was pulled and probed . his cock determined to gain entry,

I felt the wet pre-cum spraying on my resisting hole i felt the pressure as i was dragged back onto his rapidly hardening cock. tears of humiliation ran down my cheeks, the wetness on my thighs like rivers.

Softly calmly and in a low husky whisper the voice drifted to me on the wind rushing in my ears..

Relax Sara.. it will get better honey trust me.. Then a series of gasps and giggles..

The snarl and the sudden thrust shocked me .. I felt him slam deep inside my anal cavity .. the sharp teeth closing over my soft neck, the feeling of something trickling down my neck.

the sight of tiny droplets of blood appearing on the ground stopped my fight..

a shudder, the swelling deep in side me, the pulses of fluid being injected deep into my cavity, each pulse warm and each pulse seeming to cause him to swell in size,

i felt the final thrust something large slid inside me i gasped in shock and pain the instant he was completely in past my rectal ring of muscles. i felt the most intense pain as his knot swelled.

as it increased i felt him being drawn deeper inside me. my anal muscles stretched so wide and tight and then shrinking back over his massive knot, locking him deep inside me gripping and sealing my entrance to let him continue to fill me with his warm seed.

Exhausted and lost I resigned myself to my fate, his seed flowing deeper in to me i can feel it flooding my canal, my belly is tingling i imagine my bowl being flooded ,

The swelling in my colon.. the pressure building inside .. the pain from his knot stretching me so open has subsided i feel him still growing inwards, the frenzied assault on my hole has stopped , now just that pulsing squirt continued inside me..

my head on my fore arms still the grip of his powerful jaws.. i feel myself squirting and shuddering in the throws of an orgasm, moaning and panting I cum so hard i shudder and start to rock back and forth on this wonderful cock.. the first to ever invade my tight virgin anal hole. my screams of terror now moans of pleasure..

Noises drifted all around me .the sensation of the adrenaline pumping into my veins had me on a high,

I became lost in the pleasure .deliriously yelling and moaning.. not realizing i had a huge audience now gathered around watching me. filming and taking photos..

I felt Ares start to dismount from my back, at first i thought he was finished then the memory of his father Zeus reversing back to back leapt into my mind..

To tired to fight it i endured the discomfort as he settled in behind me, the tug of his knot hurting but bearable . I started to drift into a daze, then felt him tug at me.. It hurt , i squealed, and pushed back clenching my rectal muscle tighter, he moved again then started to drag me through the wet grass ..

Joined tightly together i panicked as he dragged me effortlessly towards the kennels we had come from.

I heard the giggling and laughter around me, the comments and rude remarks , a female voice exclaiming that he was going to rip my arse clean out with that huge knot,

Painfully aware of being towed behind this monster of a dog the helplessness of hanging from his huge cock the motion sending me into another uncontrollable orgasm the spasms ripping through me.

my nipples dragging on the ground, trying to scramble backwards on hands at knees clamping ever so tightly to this basket ball in my destroyed hole.

Pleasure then Pain , my rectum being stretching outwards as this massive knot drags me onwards. The small relief as i slam back into his hind legs, then the tug as he pulls away again, a constant fucking motion as I bounce across the wet grass behind him, my knees raw my palms sore and scratched.. The pleasure washing over me.

No stopping this brute until he has me inside the building once again ..

Exhausted, shuddering in the throws of delirious pleasure, I feel the fur against my thighs, the swollen knot still locked tightly, each movement starts to feel I will be torn , crying from pain as he trys to pull out of me, my ring of muscles holding tightly. clenching ..

The more I clench the more of him I feel being injected deep into my belly..so full so tired and so sore .

The fingers probing and prodding my tightly stretched hole the wet slippery substance I feel running down my inner thighs , the whispers.

ohh fuck he’s still huge. More lube Em,

I scream as the monster tugs. my hole is being stretched so wide, that dreadful constipated feeling as slowly this basket ball is coaxed out of my bruised battered hole,

Biting my lip, I tense then relax .push then rest, the pop as he pulled free the gush and sound of cum spurting and spraying out of me is embarrassing.

I cant help wonder how big he is i turn my head and just stare in awe at what had been deep in my body , the trembling started. .weak and totaly sexually satisfied collapsing face down,.

.

The soft kiss on my forehead and the words of praise..

Good girl.. you did well sweetie..

sent a tingle through me, I felt happy that she thought I was good.. so pleased to get a little praise .. not like those arseholes I had worked with… No I felt special… Emily thought I was a good girl.

A warm feeling passed through me, the touch of her lips on my cheek caused me to turn my head, my eyes closed my mouth opened to accept her lips .my tongue eagerly sort her probing tongue, that warm glow flooded through me.

our tongues danced in and out each other’s hungry mouths , her fingers gently brushing my sensitive nipples.

The touch of other hands between my legs the caress and teasing on my clit . The husky voice of Kate as she started to fuck me slowly with her fingers.

.

That hidden feeling of submission bubbling to the surface taking a deep breath I shivered and allowed myself to relax..

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Jonathon’s wife ran afoul of Mark Glassner, and he’s about to find out just how she’s changed.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

The Devil’s Pact Side Story: Jonathon’s New Wife

Note: This takes place during Chapter 10 and Chapter 11. While robbing his first bank, Mark fucked a bank teller named Monica, ordering her to be a good wife, and do whatever nasty, whorish things her husband wants her to.

Monday, June 10th, 2013 – Jonathon Jephson

I hate Mondays. They are the worst, just dragging on and on, reminding you that the weekend is over. I was supposed to be writing this TPS report, but I just couldn’t focus on my work; I didn’t want the weekend to be over, and writing the report would be admitting that the workweek had officially started. Luckily, there were a number of ways to procrastinate: my favorite, frequent trips to the water cooler. Frequent water breaks naturally led to frequent bathroom breaks; another great way to waste time.

“How’s that report coming, Jon?” my boss asked me on what must have been my twentieth water cooler trip; it wasn’t even noon yet.

I gritted my teeth. He always called me Jon, no matter how many times I told him my name is Jonathon. I hated being called Jon. I liked my name; I saw no reason to shorten it. Instead of having the brass to correct him, I lied and said the report was coming along just fine. When I reached my cubical, I took a deep breath, and forced myself to start working on it. My fingers began to type—the weekend was over.

I didn’t get far when my cell rang. I fished it out of my pocket, and saw that it was my wife, Monica, calling. I smiled; she must be having a slow day, too. She was a teller at the Bank of America branch in Parkland, and always had the best stories about some of her customers. Well, this is a great excuse to procrastinate; I could pretend the workweek hadn’t actually started.

“Hey, cutiepie,” I answered.

“This is Mark,” a man, with a commanding voice, said. There was something about his voice – maybe it was the rich timbre of it, or the absolute confidence – that was just so compelling, like he was reaching down into my soul. Why didn’t my wife answer? “I’m with your wife. I’ve been counseling her.” There were a few bumps, like the phone was being jostled. “Say hi to your husband,” Mark said, his voice sounding strange, hollow, as if he was on speaker phone.

“Hi, sweetie,” Monica greeted. There was something in her voice, like she was straining or exerting herself, making her voice a little higher pitched than normal.

“What kind of counseling,” I asked in concern. There was a noise in the background, a kind of rhythmic, slapping noise. Maybe it was construction?

“Your wife tells me she has problems doing certain things in the bedroom,” Mark continued. “But I’ve helped your wife understand that it’s her duty to do whatever perverted things her husbands wants. Right, Monica?”

“Yeah, Jonathon,” Monica panted in excitement. “I’m going to let you fuck my ass, or I’ll give you blowjobs.”

“Really?” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice.

I loved Monica, but she was a little frigid in the bedroom. Well, to be honest, she was very frigid, and usually we just made love in the missionary position. Only once in a while could I get her to give me a blowjob, and she never lets me fuck her in the ass. “That’s filthy, Jonathon,” she would say with disgust whenever I would bring up anal sex. I had never even worked up the courage to tell her my greatest desire, not if she thought anal sex was disgusting.

“Y-yeah, sweetie!” Monica gasped. What was she doing to get her so out of breath? I didn’t care, my cock was hard just thinking about Monica sucking it, and letting me stick it up her ass.

“Man, Mark, how can I repay you?”

“Your wife’s already covered the payment.”

This Monday was turning into the greatest day ever. “I love you, cutiepie.”

“Oh, I love you too, Jonathon,” Monica answered with a whisper. I thought I heard her moan, and then the phone went dead.

I don’t know what came over my wife, but this Mark guy must be a miracle worker if he could unthaw her. The rest of the day passed in a blur as I quickly finished my work; I’ve never written a TPS report so fast, and the moment five o’clock hit, I was out the door, into my car, and rushing home. There was an accident on I-5, and my twenty minute commute stretched out into a long, frustrating hour of screaming out the window, and pounding my steering wheel.

When I finally got home, Monica’s car was parked in the driveway. She always beat me home; we lived in the Eastside neighborhood of Tacoma, a mere ten minute, traffic-free drive from her bank. I grabbed my satchel, and rushed to the door, eager to put the new Monica to the test, while fearing this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe Monica signed us up for some sort of cruel reality show, like ‘How to Frustrate Your Husband’.

It wasn’t; she was waiting for me naked and posing like a pin-up model. My wife was gorgeous; she had hair the color of light honey, that fell about her shoulders in curly waves. An eager smile graced her lush, red lips. One hand was in her hair, the other on her hip, and her large breasts were thrust forward, topped by fat nipples. My eyes followed the curve of her side down to her hips, to the brown hair that adorned her pussy, and peaking through the mat of hair were the thick lips of her pussy, engorged with passion.

“Welcome home, honey,” she purred like a kitten.

I whistled; my cock became iron. “You look amazing, cutiepie!”

Her smile turned pleased. I dropped my satchel, and caught my wife in an embrace. She kissed me passionately, rubbing her naked body against me. Her tongue was eager as she wiggled it into my lips, fluttering it around and exploring every inch of my mouth. I slipped a hand down and cupped her ass, and pulled her tight against me, letting her feel the bulge forming in my pants.

She knelt before me when she broke the kiss. “I’m so sorry for being such a bad wife. From now on, I’ll be the best wife ever.” She rubbed at my crotch, squeezing my cock through my slacks. “I meant what I said; I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” My deepest, darkest fantasy was to have my wife be my sex slave. For her to be the perfect, submissive slut. Only in the bedroom, of course.

“Anything!” Her smile was all promise.

I swallowed; would she really do it? I threw caution to the wind, and commanded, “I want you to be my sex slave!”

“Yes, Master,” she answered, sounding unsure. “That’s what I would call you, right?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “My loving, little slave-wife.”

She gave a throaty laugh. “I’m yours, Master. Your naughty slave-wife.”

“Suck me!”

“Absolutely, Master!”

My wife unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She gave me a few strokes, then her lips were warm and wet as she engulfed me. I groaned, closing my eyes. I really needed to thank this Mark fellow; this was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Monica swirled her tongue around my cock, her hands gently cupping my balls.

“Suck me, slut!” I groaned. “You filthy whore! Pleasure me with your mouth!”

I glanced down, and saw my wife’s eyes shining with lust as she sucked harder; my very own slave-wife. This Mark was a fucking saint! Feeling bolder, I grasped her head and started fucking her face. She didn’t fight me. The few times Monica ever sucked me off, she never let me face fuck her; she had to be in control. Well, never again.

“I’m going to fuck your dirty mouth, slut! When I flood your lips with my cum, you will swallow it all, whore!”

She nodded around my cock. Her hands still massaged my balls as the head of my cock brushed the back of her throat. I’ve never deep-throated a girl before. So I held her head tighter, and shoved my cock down her throat. She resisted for a moment, and then she relaxed, and I was buried all the way into her mouth—it felt stupendous! Tight, warm, constricting as she swallowed.

Too amazing; my balls erupted instantly, and I pulled back until only the tip was still between her lips, my cum flooding her mouth with three huge blasts. Panting, I pulled out of my wife’s mouth, a trail of spit and cum connected my cock to her lips for a moment, before snapping. She smiled, and opened wide, showing me the white cum filling her mouth. Then she swallowed. Once more she opened wide; all my cum was gone.

“That was amazing, Monica,” I panted.

“You’re welcome, Master.”

“I love you, cutiepie.”

She blushed. “I love you, too, Master. I have a surprise for you, upstairs.”

“What?”

“You’ll see.” Her smile was all promise, and I watched her naked ass as she headed up the stairs. “Are you coming, Master?”

“Hell, yeah!”

When we reached our bedroom door she told me to close my eyes. Smiling foolishly, I let my wife lead me into the bedroom. She positioned me on the foot of the bed. “Just keep them closed,” she admonished. I heard the bedsprings creak. “Okay, open them.”

I just about had a heart-attack when I opened my eyes. My wife was cuddled up to a gorgeous redhead named Kylie – Monica’s friend and co-worker – who was just as naked as my wife. Monica had a grip on one of Kylie’s full breasts, giving the orb a squeeze. Smiling like a wanton whore, Kylie parted her sleek thighs to reveal her shaved pussy, drenched in juices.

“I was so bad today, Master,” Monica confessed, an arched smile on her lips. “Kylie and I went to a motel room and fucked each other silly.”

My cock was rock hard, picturing my wife and Kylie fucking each other. I growled, “You have been bad. A good slave fucks her girlfriends in front of her Master, not alone in a motel. You’ll need to be punished, Monica.”

“Oh yes, punish me, Master.”

“Master?” Kylie asked.

“She’s my slave-wife now.”

Kylie gave Monica an appraising look, and my wife explained, “I’m going to be a good wife from now on, and give Jonathon whatever he wants.”

“And I want her to be my little slave.” I remembered that bondage rope I bought years ago; that was back when I thought I could convince my new bride to let me tie her up. “I’ll be right back.”

I rushed down to the basement, and spent five frantic minutes digging around before I found the rope. When I triumphantly returned to the bedroom, the two women were kissing; I paused to watch. Monica was on top, and started kissing her way down Kylie’s pale neck to suck on her nipples. I stripped out of my clothing as Monica made love to her friend’s nubs, licking, sucking, and nipping gently with her teeth. Kylie purred in pleasure; her hazel eyes smoky with lust as she watched me undress.

“Time for your punishment, Monica,” I announced, snapping the rope taut, a twangy crack echoing in the bedroom.

Monica released Kylie’s nipple and turned to face me, her eyes widening at the rope. “Of course, Master,” she submissively answered. I never loved her more.

I bound her hands behind her back, then I looped the rope up around her neck, not too tight; I didn’t want to actually strangle her. Other loops were tied around her breasts, biting into her full tits around their base, and squeezing the mounds up like two, conical peaks topped with pink glaciers. Then I took the rope down her stomach and ran a length between her legs. The rope dug into her vulva, her pussy lips engulfing the rope, and then I passed the rope through her asscheeks. I used a loop around her waist to pull it very tight into her cunt and ass. Finally, I bound her knees and ankles together, before I dumped her onto the bed. She squirmed on her back, trying to find a comfortable position with her hands secured at the small of her back; her bound breasts jiggled delightfully as they were squeezed up by the tight rope.

“Have you always wanted to do this to me?” Monica asked.

I slapped her tit, watching the flesh undulate and wave her pink nipple about. “I have. And you look so cute all tied up.”

She flushed, “I’m sorry I never let you do this to me.” Then she giggled, “It’s kind of exciting. Being all helpless.”

My cock was achingly hard. “It’s kinda exciting seeing you all helpless.” I gave her tit another slap. “For your punishment, you get to watch me fuck Kylie.”

“Yes, Master.” A wicked grin appeared on her lips. “Fuck her hard.”

Kylie’s eyes were on my cock. “Umm, I can’t wait! I’m so wet and horny. Monica and I’ve been keeping each other revved up all day!”

“I want to fuck you doggie style.”

Kylie smiled and got on her hands and knees.

“No, kneel over Monica’s face. Let her see your cunt up close and personal getting fucked,” I ordered, slapping Kylie on the ass.

She grinned at me. “That’s wicked, Jonathon.”

I knelt behind Kylie, smacked her ass again, and she cooed in delight. Then I spread open her pussy, and shoved my cock in. Kylie was wet and tight. She felt different then Monica; her cunt gripped my shaft in different places as I fucked her.

“Wow, this is so wild,” Monica said. “I can see your cock driving in and out of her cunt, and your balls are slapping against her clit.”

Kylie panted and moaned, slamming her hips back into me, then she lowered her face to Monica’s crotch. I grabbed her red hair and yanked her head back. “She’s being punished!”

“Sorry!” panted Kylie. “Her pussy looks so inviting with that rope drawn tight between her lips. It’s so obscene.”

I felt a tongue licking at my balls. She really was my submissive slave-wife. Monica would suck my balls into her lips, then they would pop out as I buried into Kylie’s snatch, then she’d recapture them as I drew back. I fucked Kylie faster. I came a little while ago, but it wasn’t going to take long for my second cum; Kylie’s cunt was tight, and squeezed my cock like a pleasure vice. I pulled on her hair, yanking her head far back, and watched her lips open in pleasure.

“Pound my cunt!” Kylie screamed. “Fuck me hard! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! This is so fucking wild!”

“Suck her clit, slave!” I ordered. “Make her cum on my cock!”

I felt Monica’s tongue move up my pistoning shaft, finding the place where my cock joined her friend’s cunt. I could feel her face rubbing on the bottom of my shaft as she sucked Kylie’s clit, her cunt tightening about my cock.

“Oh, my God! I’m going to fucking cum!” groaned Kylie, as her cunt started spasming about my cock, milking the cum out of my balls. I slammed into her, and dumped four blasts of sperm into her cunt. God, I hope she’s on the pill.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I panted, pulling out of Kylie’s cunt. I wanted to fuck my wife’s ass, but my cock needed a rest. I smiled, “Kylie sit on Monica’s face. Let her lick you clean. But no touching Monica’s cunt. She can’t cum yet!”

“Umm, that’s nice,” Kylie purred, sitting on my wife’s face. I sat on the bed, stroking my wife’s thigh as I watched her pink tongue slide through Kylie’s slit, gathering up a gob of my cum. “Eat me, slave!” Kylie gasped, arching her back, and thrusting her lovely breasts forward. I leaned in, and sucked a hard nipple into my lips. “Your little slave has a delightful tongue,” Kylie cooed in my ear. “She loves to eat pussy!”

“How’d you two end up in a motel?” I asked her.

“Mark.” It was all Kylie needed to say. Whoever Mark was, he flipped the slut switch inside Monica, and I was happy to reap the benefits. I glanced at my wife, remembering the phone conversation, and the sound of my wife’s voice. She had sounded like she had been exerting herself—like she had been getting fucked.

“Did Mark fuck you, Monica?”

“Yes, Master,” she quietly answered. “I’m sorry. I was a really bad wife.”

“While we were on the phone?”

“Yes. In the ass, Master.” she paused. “I don’t know what happened. He just walked in and started giving everyone orders, and we all just did what he said. His voice was so deep, so powerful, like it reached into my soul, and made me happily dance to his tune. Even Mr. Willard danced for him; Mark ordered him to open the vault, and Mr. Willard just cooperated.”

“Wait, the bank got robbed?” A spike of concern stabbed my stomach.

“I guess,” Monica answered. “I mean, Mark asked for the money and Mr. Willard just gave it to him. He didn’t threaten us or use a weapon or anything.”

Who was this guy? I wanted to be angry at him for fucking my wife, but he transformed her into this beautiful, submissive slave for me. I grabbed my wife’s breast, and squeezed her nipple painfully hard until Monica cried in pain. “You are never to fuck another man without my permission, slave!”

“Yes, Master,” Monica squeaked.

“Don’t stop licking Kylie, whore!” I pinched her nipple again. I should have grabbed some clothes pins out of the laundry room. Her fat nipples were perfect for clamps.

“Sorry, Master.” Monica quickly went back to eating out Kylie.

I released her nipple, then bent down, and sucked the hard nub into my mouth. I loved sucking on my wife’s fat nipples; they felt great on my lips and Monica loved it, moaning like a whore into her friend’s snatch. Her nipples were really sensitive; once, I made my wife cum just by sucking on them.

I played with both of them, using my lips on one, and my fingers on another. When I felt my wife’s breath quicken as her orgasm drew near, I backed off, her frustrated moans muffled by her girlfriend’s cunt. Monica’s annoyance caused her to frantically eat Kylie’s pussy until Kylie screamed, her body shaking, almost drowning my wife with pussy juices as she came hard; Monica just kept licking away like a good little slave. I never was a fan of girl-girl porn – I always thought the purpose of porn was to imagine you were the guy nailing the actress – but watching Kylie cum on my wife’s face was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. I felt life return to my cock as Kylie kept shuddering on Monica’s lips.

“No more,” Kylie complained, rolling off of my wife. “I’m just too sensitive.”

Monica’s face was smeared with pussy cream. Kylie’s juices had run down her cheeks and neck, and soaked the bedspread on either side of my wife’s head. I leaned down, and kissed my wife gently on the lips, tasting Kylie’s sour, spicy musk. I licked the juices down to my wife’s ear, running my tongue along her earlobe and whispered, “I love you, Monica. Thank you for being my slave-wife.”

“You’re welcome, Jonathon,” Monica sighed. “I love you, too.”

I kissed her salty tears then her mouth. “Time for the last part of your punishment, slave.”

“What?” she asked, wiggling on the bed. “I need to cum so bad. Please, Master, let me cum?”

I flipped her over, and slapped her butt. “I am going to fuck your ass. You can cum—if you are able to!”

I pulled the rope to the side, exposing her puckered asshole. I didn’t lube her asshole nor my cock; after all, this was her punishment. She screamed in pain as I shoved my cock into her tight ass. It was wonderful; she was velvet rough, and tighter than a schoolgirl’s cunt as I pounded away at her bowels, the bedsprings creaking loudly with the violence of my thrusts.

“You were a bad, cheating wife!” I yelled. “You deserve this pain!”

“I do!” she cried out. “I was such a bad wife! Hurt me! Punish me with your cock! Fuck my ass raw, Master!”

Her words spurred me on, and I fucked her ass hard and fast. I let the anger I felt at Mark for violating my wife take over. She groaned in pain with every thrust, and I just fucked her harder. How dare she let another man fuck her! I am her husband! I am her Master! The room was filled with her cries of pain, my grunts of anger, and the squeal of the bedsprings.

“Fuck me, Master!” There was pleasure in her voice. She no longer grunted in pain; the little slut was enjoying it. I pulled harder on the rope between her crotch, and her ass tightened as the thin cord rubbed through her slit. The rope grew wet, the hemp absorbing more and more of the moisture flooding out of her cunt. She loved the pain. She was my slave-wife!

“This ass! This cunt! This body is mine!” I roared.

“Yes, yes! I am yours, Master! Your most willing slave!” She came, her ass clenching about my cock like a vice. I kept fucking her; she kept cumming, one orgasm rolling into another.

“You’ll do whatever filthy, depraved act I demand!”

“I will, Master!”

“You will defile yourself at my whim!”

“Oh, yes! Defile me! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Use me! I’m just…shit…a thing! A living sex toy! Oh, damn! I live only to…uhhh…to please you, Master!”

Kylie was forgotten as I fucked my wife. We were both lost in the tide of lust. Neither of us heard the pounding on the front door downstairs, or noticed when Kylie got up; all that mattered was the pleasure my slave-wife’s tight ass was giving my cock. My balls were boiling over, and Monica’s spasming ass brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“You are my property!” I roared as my balls erupted, filling my wife’s ass to the brim with my cum.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she panted over and over as I collapsed on her back. “Your property, your slave, your wife,” she sighed, a smile gracing her lips. I kissed her neck, and enjoyed the feel of my wife beneath me, submitting to me.

“Hey!” Kylie screamed and we looked up at her. “Jeez, you guys were really going at it. I had to scream like four times.”

“Yeah, we got carried away,” Monica sighed, a happy smile on her face. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Jonathon.”

“It was, cutiepie,” I agreed, kissing her cheek.

“Well, there are people knocking insistently at your door.”

“Shit,” I muttered, pulling out of my wife. White cum frothed out of her asshole; I smiled, admiring her submission, and gave her ass a slap; she giggled. I grabbed a bathrobe and headed downstairs.

There were two FBI agents on my porch. One was a fat, balding man in a cheap suit wearing a blue, FBI windbreaker. The other was a young woman, sandy-blonde hair in a bun, her eyes hidden by mirrored sun-glasses. She filled out her white shirt nicely, I thought, and was far too pretty to be an FBI agent.

“Um, can I help you?” I asked with a frown. What was the FBI doing here?

“I’m Special Agent Peterson and this is Agent Heinrich,” the man replied. “We need to speak to Monica Jephson.”

“I’m her husband, Jonathon. She’s a little tied up right now.” It was hard to keep a straight face when I said that. “Can you come back later?”

“I’m afraid not, sir,” Agent Peterson answered. “There was a robbery at the bank where she worked today. We need to interview her.” He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. “Your wife may also be the victim of a…um…sexual assault.”

God, I forgot all about the bank robbery. “Well, come on in, and I’ll go untie her.”

“Untie…her, sir?” Peterson asked.

“She’s my sex-slave,” I answered. “I like to tie her up.”

Peterson flushed, but an amused smile played on the female agent’s lips, as she said, “We’ll wait in your living room, if that’s okay, sir.”

“Sure, sure,” I nodded, and headed upstairs. The fun might be over for tonight, but I had the rest of my life to explore my new, submissive wife.

I really need to thank this Mark guy. He deserves a medal for what he did to my wife!

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With her stolen mind-controlling panties, Sasha sets about enjoying her mother and bratty sister. But that’s not the limit of her ambition.

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Seven: Futa Mind-Controls Her Bratty Sister

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sasha Ford

I pulled out of my mother’s pussy, my new futa-cock feeling amazing as I slid out of her. It popped out. My dick throbbed as I put my finger to my lips, motioning my redheaded mother to silence. She grinned and nodded, eager to obey.

That was all thanks to the mind-controlling panties I stole from the woman who had moved in across the street. Mildred had her own futa-cock and her own pair of panties. She’d given another pair to eighteen-year-old Chloe Quick and sent her out onto the world.

How could I not want to steal a pair for myself?

It fed all the desires my twenty-year-old flesh had. I was a lesbian, so I wanted to fuck women. Strap-ons were fun, but having my own cock to do it with while keeping my pussy was amazing. The mind-control was just icing on the cake.

To fuck any woman I wanted was amazing. I was so glad I figured out it was the panties and not my cock that did it. My plan to dominate my mother and sister had almost failed, but I knew how it worked now.

It was time to get my little sister in on the fun.

I picked up my panties. They were a pair of flannel boy shorts, soaked so much by my pussy juices I wondered if they ever would go dry. My sweet musk filled my nose. The scent that would hypnotize my little sister into being my slut just like mom.

Once I had them, I would get Dad to come over. I would repair our family shattered by his affair with that whore next door. Mrs. Solomon might be the hottest MILF on the street with her big, fake tits and provocative style of dressing, but she had also gotten my parents divorced.

She’d pay for that.

And I would share my mom and little sister with Dad. He was a great guy. Taught me so many things. It sucked that he had to live so far away now. I hardly got to see him. These panties would fix everything in my life.

I reached the door and wrenched it open.

Fawn jumped back, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying about her flushed face. She hit the far wall of the hallway, yelping in fear. She pressed against it, staring up at me. She was two years younger than me and such a brat, loving to brag how she had gotten nice, round tits already while mine were still small.

“Mom! Mom!” she shouted. “She’s naked! Mom!”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what Mom and I were doing in there,” I said. “You think Mom’s going to stop me?”

“You weren’t doing that!” Fawn hissed, defiance in her blue eyes. She was shorter than me. I could still loom over her. “She was spanking you. Yes, yes, that was what I heard. You were being disciplined. Mom! She’s being a freak. She’s got that strap-on aimed at me.”

“That’s not a strap-on,” I said, savoring this. “That’s my dick dripping in our mother’s pussy juices. Right, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes, Sasha,” Mom said, her voice throaty. “Your sister fucked me so hard, Fawn. I haven’t had a real dick in me for so long. I feel amazing now.”

The color drained from my little sister’s face. Her eyes bulged. She whimpered and then shook her head in denial. She clamped her hands over her ears and let out a bratty screech. Then she burst into a run for her door.

I played softball. So I did a casual, underhand toss of my panties. They soared through the air. As she reached her bedroom door, they landed right on her left shoulder. The wet panties clung to her t-shirt. She turned her head, eyes widening.

“Eww, what is… that is…” Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared. “Why does that smell so good?”

I smiled as my little sister brought the panties to her nose. She pressed the fabric against her face and breathed in again. Her entire body quivered. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips and then inhaled yet again.

“Oh, my,” she moaned. Her hips wiggled from side to side. “That’s really, really good. I mean… Wow.”

“You just love the scent of my pussy, don’t you, brat?”

“I do, Sasha.” She smeared my panties across her face. Her eyes fluttered as she reveled in my scent. I swear, she was even licking them.

“You’re going to be my little slave now, aren’t you? Just do everything I say.”

“Of course, Sasha.”

“Mistress,” I purred. “That’s how you address me.”

“You’re right, that is, Mistress,” she said. Her eyes focused on me. “Ooh, you really have a big dick. How do you have that?”

“Because I’m better than you.”

Fawn sighed. “You are.” She sniffed my panties again, her breasts jiggling. “You are so much better than me.”

I grinned, loving her words. “That’s why you’re going to strip naked. You don’t get to wear clothes in this house. You can only put them on if you’re about to leave the house, and you have to do it right before the door.”

“Right, Mistress!” she said, utterly controlled by the naughty scent wreathing my panties.

She dropped them to the ground and peeled off her t-shirt. I smiled as her round breasts appeared in a lacy, lilac bra. It looked cute on her. My lusts swelled as my little sister reached behind her. She unfastened the clasp and shoved it off her shoulders.

“Mom, come here and lick my asshole,” I commanded as I watched my little sister’s round, perky tits come into view.

“Sure, Sasha,” Mom said. I heard my mattress creak. Footsteps whisked across the room. “Mmm, I’ll lick it real good.”

I loved my mind-controlling panties.

My futa-cock throbbed as Mom grabbed my rump and parted my butt-cheeks. I heard her murmur in delight moments before her face pressed into my crack. Her fiery hair spilled over my rump, caressing me while her tongue darted around my asshole. She swirled about me, rimming me.

As she gave me that naughty delight, my little sister’s eighteen-year-old titties jiggled. She unsnapped her jeans and wiggled them off, peeling her panties off with them. I arched an eyebrow at her shaved pussy.

“Are you even a virgin?” I asked her.

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m eighteen, jeez, Mistress.”

“Don’t be a bitch to me,” I snapped. “You will always speak to me with respect because you know I’m better than you.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” she gasped, pushing her jeans and panties off the rest of the way. “I thought you knew.”

“To a boy?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had a few boys, Mistress. At this party, I took three on in a row. Just one after the other.”

I arched an eyebrow. What sort of parties was she going to? When I was eighteen… Well, okay, when I was eighteen, I was sneaking girls away at parties to eat their pussies. I had a night where my jaw had gotten sore from all the cunt I’d eaten.

“Fine, fine,” I said. “Now, since you like the scent of pussy so much, suck our mother’s juices off my cock.”

“Ooh, yes!” Sasha gasped and darted to me, her round tits bouncing. Her blue eyes sparkled with incestuous lust.

Our mother’s tongue danced around my asshole. My pussy clenched. The ache in my girl-balls swelled. My little sister fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my cock with her hand and licked her lips. Hunger flashed across her face. She grinned up at me.

Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my girl-dick. She swallowed my cock with such hunger, sliding her lips over it. The heat swelled down my shaft into my cunt. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around my mother’s face.

This would be so hot.

“Damn, brat,” I panted as my sister bobbed her head. She worked her lips up and down my cock. “You must have been practicing.”

She just winked at me.

Fawn’s mouth felt amazing while our mother’s tongue swirled and writhed around my asshole. She stirred up my naughty bowels. She stimulated me, sending such wicked heat surging through my body. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around my mother’s face.

The heat from her rimming met the delight from my sister’s sucking. Both mixed and merged in my pussy. They danced around in me, teasing me, driving me wild. I groaned, my back arching. My butt-cheeks clenched about my mother’s face as her tongue pressed against my asshole.

“You taste so good,” Sasha,” she moaned. “Mmm, I never knew a girl’s asshole would be so yummy.”

“You want to thrust your tongue into my bowels, don’tcha, Mom?”

“Yes!” She thrust her tongue against my backdoor.

I groaned as my asshole stretched and stretched to accommodate my mother’s tongue. It was such a heady rush. She popped into my bowels. Her tongue was in my asshole. She swirled it around while my little sister sucked on my futa-dick.

I quivered there as I realized just what was happening. “This is awesome!”

I savored the naughty feel of her tongue reaching deeper and deeper into my bowels. I loved my bratty little sister’s mouth sliding up and down my cock. She sucked on me. She nursed with hunger on my dick, clearly so eager for my cum to explode from my cock.

Which was good, because I was so eager to give her all my jizz. I wanted to baste her mouth with all my spunk. To drown her in futa-seed. It would be just the best thing in the world to do to the girl. She would have a belly full of my girl-spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. “Ooh, just suck on my dick. Nurse on my cock! That’s so good!”

She sucked on my dick. She bobbed her head, staring up at me with hunger. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft. She slid down it to my bush. Her hand brushed my pussy lips, my brassy-brown pubic hair spilling over her skin.

I loved this. My cunt clenched. My orgasm built faster and faster. Mom’s tongue dance around in my asshole while my little sister sucked on my dick like she were a vacuum cleaner, just hoovering up all the precum leaking out of me.

“Damn, I’m going to flood your mouth!” I panted. “I know you want my cum, brat.”

She squealed, sucking and nursing with such energetic need. Damn, I was seeing the appeal of having a little sister now. It was like she was born to suck my girl-dick. I grinned, savoring all the wicked fun I would get up to.

My balls tightened. The cum heated up in them. My body trembled as I came closer and closer to cumming. My bowels clenched on my mother’s tongue. Fawn’s hand stroked down my dick to my pussy lips. Massaged them.

“Fuck!” I howled and came.

My futa-jizz fired into my little sister’s mouth. An incestuous rush of bliss washed out of my spasming cunt while the intense jolts of ecstasy erupted from my dick. My entire body electrified with delight.

Mom’s tongue danced through my spasming bowels while the bliss surged through my body. I swayed, whimpering and groaning, savoring all the bliss that shot through my body. It was outstanding to experience. I groaned, my eyes fluttering.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, this is the best. The fucking best!”

Fawn gulped down my cum. She sucked it all down with hunger. She kept nursing at my dick even after I fired the last of my spunk into her. Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. I licked my lips, my eyes fluttering.

“Oh, yes, yes, that was good.”

Fawn slid her mouth off my cock. “I’m so glad to swallow all your cum, Mistress. See.” She opened mouth. “Aaaahhhh!”

I watched her uvula dance as she hummed. She had swallowed it all. Every last drop.

“Want more cum?” I asked her, my hand sliding through her strawberry-blonde hair.

She nodded her head in enthusiasm. “Of course I do, Mistress. Your jizz is the best. Sister-cum is where it’s at!”

“I fired a lot into Mom.” I grinned. “Why don’t you lick her clean while I find other places to slip my cock into your body.”

“Hot!”

“Mmm, that sounds wonderful,” Mom cooed behind me. “I have so much of your sister’s seed in me, Fawn!”

Oh, yes, I would enjoy this.

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Mildred Dean

The footsteps came closer and closer.

My entire body trembled with anticipation. Not fear. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in me. Not with my mind-controlling panties gripped in my hand. I stood in my baggy dress, my futa-cock throbbing hard, tenting the front of my skirt. Mrs. Quick was beside me. She had a look of hungry delight on her face.

“I hope she’s gorgeous,” she groaned as the lock on the door twisted.

“She is,” I said, ready to see Elouise Tuft, the wife of my church’s preacher. I wanted to dominate her. To control her and make her my sl—

“Mildred,” Harold Tuft said. It was my preacher who answered the door instead. He was a tall man with brown hair and a strong chin. “This is a surprise. Is something wrong?”

He knew I had problems with going out and being around strangers. Well, I used to. Becoming a futa thanks to the mysterious P’s gift, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I was a futa. I had a big dick and one whiff of my panties would mind-control anyone.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said and shoved my panties into his face. “I just need you to get in your car, drive to the church, and don’t come back until late tonight. I don’t want to be interrupted while I fuck your wife and daughter.”

“Of course, Mildred,” he groaned. He breathed in. “Mmm, that smells good.”

“Yes, yes,” I said, growing impatient. “Don’t be surprised if at least your wife is gone when you get back. I want her to be mine. She’s so sexy.”

“She’s yours,” he said. “She is a gorgeous woman.”

“So gorgeous,” I said and stepped aside.

“Harold, who is it?” Elouise called from the kitchen. She must be cooking dinner.

“Just Mildred and a friend,” he said. “I have to go to church. If I don’t see you again, I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she said, sounding a little bemused. “But what about dinner?”

He was already marching out to his car. I smiled. I would probably return Elouise to him in a while. After I had my fun with her. If not, I would find him a new wife to love. Whoever she’d be, they would be so happy together.

The world was so much easier when you could control it. So much safer. It wasn’t dangerous at all.

“Elouise,“ I said, stepping into her house, Mrs. Quick with me. “I brought my lover, Dianne, and am so eager to make love to you.”

“Lover?” Elouise said. “Make love to me?” She sounded utterly bemused.

“Yep,” I said. “Mmm, it’s going to be great.”

“I don’t see why I would do that,” Elouise said and marched out of the kitchen wearing a pair of mom jeans and an old T-shirt from an Evangelical conference held a few years ago. Even without her makeup on, she had a lovely face. A short, blonde woman with that hourglass figure. Her breasts had a slight jiggle to them, round and plump. “What has gotten into you, Mildred? Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I said, holding up my panties. “Just smell these and everything will make sense.”

“I’m not sniffing your panties,” she said, indignation flashing across her face.

“Sure you are,” I said, advancing. I swung the wet panties from my finger.

Disgust blanched across Elouise’s face. She backed away from me. Anger then tightened her expression. She glared at me. “Get out of my house right now.”

“Mmm, you sure you don’t want to smell them?” Mrs. Quick asked. “Because they smell delicious. Just the best.”

“I am sure!” hissed the reverend’s wife. “I won’t do something as… as…” Her nostrils twitched. “I won’t… That is… Um… Is that delicious scent coming from your panties?”

I grinned as I breathed in, smelling my tangy aroma. I stood about five feet away from her, letting the panties swing from my finger. “You know, I think it is coming from them. Sure you don’t want to smell my panties?”

“I’m pretty sure that I don’t… but…” She frowned. Her nose twitched. Her sniffs were audible. “That is… I mean…” She drifted closer, her eyes focused on the panties. “That does smell really good.”

She took them from me and brought them to her nose. My futa-dick throbbed and the naughty ache built in my balls as she pressed them against her face and took a deep and long inhale. She shuddered and let out a satiated groan.

“Oh, my, that’s good. Mmm, is that your pussy, Mildred?” she asked.

“Yes, it is,” I said, my hunger growing. I peeled off my dress, revealing my naked body. “If you want to nuzzle beneath my girl-balls, you can get a better whiff.”

“Oh, my, I think I must and…” Her words trailed off. “Mildred! You’re a man?”

“A man doesn’t have a pussy,” I said. “Kneel down and find out. You’re going to love eating pussy. Ever done it?”

“Of course I haven’t,” she gasped as she took the few steps to reach me. As she dropped to her knees, she said, “I’m not gay.”

She said that like it was dirty.

“You are now. You love pussy. Want to eat them. In fact, only girl-cocks—futa-dicks like mine—are the only dicks you’ll ever want again.”

“Mmm, you’re so right,” the reverend’s wife moaned. “Why would I ever want a man’s cock? Yours is so much bigger. And you have that yummy pussy. I never realized how sexy women were. How much I want to eat them out. I think I’m going to have fun being a lesbian.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, mind whirring. It looked like I would owe Reverend Tuft a new wife after all. Unless… What if I kept them married, but just had her seduce every woman who came to the church. Seeing if she could tempt them into lesbian passion.

My lusts throbbed through me.

“You love nothing more than seducing women at your church,” I told her. “You don’t care who knows, especially not your husband. He loves you anyway, but you just love pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmm, I do,” she moaned. “And I can’t divorce him. That’s a sin.”

“That’s right, you can’t ever divorce him,” I said and then gasped as she lifted my girl-balls to gaze at my brown bush covering my pussy.

“Oh, my, you have such a pretty pussy,” moaned the reverend’s lesbian wife. “I’ve never seen what up close before, but, yum.”

She pressed her face into my cunt. I gasped as her tongue eagerly licked across my pussy lips. One of my deepest and wildest fantasies played out. The sexy Elouise Tuft caressed my twat. She lapped up my juices and loved it. Her moans as she feasted on my snatch had me swaying.

Mrs. Quick had stripped naked. The busty blonde looked at my cock with hunger. Then she knelt down behind the reverend’s wife, hugging her and leaning over her shoulder to nuzzle into my cock’s tip.

“Yes,” I panted as Mrs. Quick slid her mouth over it. “Oh, that’s what I need.”

It was so hot to have her nursing on my cock while Elouise licked and lapped at my cunt. The reverend’s wife caressed her tongue over my pussy lips. She teased me. Sent such hot flutters of delight spilling through my body. I wiggled my hips from side to side, savoring every moment of this. Every last naughty sensation sliding over my cunt.

Mrs. Quick sucked with hunger on my girl-dick. Her tongue knew just how to stroke me. She ran across me, teasing me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I savored the heat sweeping through me. I embraced it. Loved it. My cunt clenched as the heat billowed out of me.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I groaned. “Mmm, you’re both such naughty wives.”

“Well, your pussy is too pretty not to eat,” Elouise said. She stroked her tongue throw my folds. “And tastes delicious.”

Mrs. Quick moaned her agreement around my girl-dick. She sucked and nursed with hunger. Her head bobbed. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her lips maintained that tight seal. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my twat. My heart pumped heat through my body.

Elouise’s tongue darted into my pussy’s depths. She swirled around in me, teasing me. Her fluttering strokes sent bliss flooding up to the tip of my dick buried in Mrs. Quick’s hungry mouth. The blonde MILF sucked so hard, her nursing delight shooting ecstasy down my cock to my naughty cunt.

My balls drank it all in. They grew tighter and tighter with my load of cum. My naked breasts swayed as the bliss swept out through my body. So much bliss swept through me. I groaned, loving the two wives pleasing me.

“I’m going to flood your mouth with so much pussy cream, Elouise,” I gasped.

“Yum!” she moaned and licked harder. She brushed my clit, sending sparks bursting through me.

“And for you, Dianne, all the futa-cum you can swallow.”

Mrs. Quick popped her mouth off my cock to moan, “I can swallow a lot. Sure you have enough?”

“Yes!” I moaned.

She re-engulfed my cock. She sucked hard on my dick, nursing. I squirmed, the pleasure building and building in me. Elouise stroked my cuntlips with her tongue, teasing me. The pleasure brimmed in my nuts. They would explode with such rapture.

They would pump all that wonderful cum in Mrs. Quick’s mouth.

My pussy would flood Elouise’s mouth with cream for the naughty wife to enjoy. I groaned, my fingers squeezing tight. Both of those sexy beauties did such wicked things to my cock and pussy with their mouths.

I exploded.

“God, yes!” I moaned as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum from my cock into Mrs. Quick’s hungry mouth. I basted her with blast after blast of my spunk. It erupted from my dick over and over again. It fired out of me with body-quaking pulses.

My pussy convulsed around Elouise’s tongue. My juices gushed out of me as the dual delights washed through my body. Ecstasy and rapture swirled through me. I moaned and groaned, stars dancing before my eyes.

“So good!” the reverend’s now lesbian wife moaned into my pussy.

Mrs. Quick just gulped down my futa-cum pumping into her mouth. My balls unloaded, sending the jizz flying out of my cock and splashing against the back of her mouth. I groaned, stars twinkling before my eyes. My entire body trembled.

I hit that wonderful peak, Mrs. Quick sucking out my cum and Elouise lapping up my juices. My body hummed with all that bliss. I hovered there, floating as the two sexy wives pleasured my cock and cunt with—

“Mom!” gasped a shocked girl’s voice.

I smiled. Things were about to get even wilder.

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

Chloe Quick

“Okay,” I said, hanging up, “pizza’s on the way. It’s Hawaiian, and that’s everyone’s favorite, right?”

“Of course,” Mrs. Solomon said, her large breasts jiggling.

“Mmm, if you say it is, then it must be,” Ms. Lyon said. She grinned at me, her smile looking so good on the Black woman’s plump lips.

“I could have sworn I thought pineapples on pizza were an abomination, but I am so ready to scarf it down,” said Kendall. She rubbed her stomach, her mocha-brown titties jiggling as she did.

“Only problem, it’s going to be like an hour or so until it gets here.” I put my hands on my hips. “So, how are we going to pass the time.”

“Sex?” suggested Kendall.

“Mmm, I could go get my vibrator and use it on my daughter,” Ms. Lyon said.

“She needs to keep her cherry,” I said. That belonged to Mildred. She was just the best, so she deserved to pop Kendall’s cherry like she’d popped my own. “Ooh, you could use it on me. I’ve never tried a vibrator before.”

“That sounds hot,” Mrs. Solomon said. “Maybe…?” She grinned. “Maybe I could ride your cock while she does that?”

“Ooh, yes, yes!” I said. “Mrs. Solomon, you have the best ideas in the world.” I plopped right down on the couch with my legs spread wide so Ms. Lyon could get at my cunt.

The naked Black woman rushed upstairs while her fiancee—I accidentally made Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon fall in love with a misplaced phrase—sauntered towards me. Her large boobs swayed before her. They were just so delicious. Not as soft as my mother’s.

Mrs. Solomon’s were a man-made miracle.

The brunette trophy wife straddled me. She grabbed my hard futa-dick, sending a wicked thrill racing through my eighteen-year-old body. I groaned in delight, savoring the way the naughty MILF stroked my cock.

Then she lowered her pussy down to my dick. Delight burned in her eyes as she brought her cunt closer and closer to my throbbing girl-cock. I shuddered in delight, a big grin on my face. She pressed her juicy, shaved vulva right against my spongy crown.

“Mrs. Solomon,” I moaned and then buried my face between her fake titties.

They were still covered in some of my cum, sticky and naughty. A salty flavor covered them. I squeezed their silicone perfection against my cheeks as she lowered herself down my cock. Pleasure rippled through me. A wonderful delight as she sank lower and lower down my shaft.

Pleasure engulfed my futa-dick. I moaned into her big titties. I squirmed in delight, my pussy clenching and relaxing. More and more of her silky twat swallowed my cock until she had taken me to the root.

“Chloe,” groaned Mrs. Solomon. “Oh, that’s just amazing. Mmm, you’re so big and thick in me. Ooh, that’s hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned.

Footsteps rushed down the stairs. Ms. Lyon hurried to us. Something clicked then a buzzing sound filled the air. Kendall oohed in awe. I groaned into Mrs. Solomon’s tits, anticipating the fun to come as that humming noise came closer to me.

“You’re going to love this, Ms. Quick,” promised Ms. Lyon.

“I know I will,” I moaned.

The vibrator nuzzled beneath my balls to rub on my pussy. My sensitive nuts rested on the humming shaft. I groaned and then gasped as the tip pressed against my labia. Pleasure shot through my body, my futa-cock throbbing in Mrs. Solomon’s pussy.

The vibrator brushed my clit.

I gasped in delight at the burst of sparks that showered through my pussy. Ms. Lyon cooed as she worked the toy up and down my labia, brushing my bud over and over again. My fingers squeezed into Mrs. Solomon’s breasts as the pleasure surged through my body.

“Ms. Lyon!” I gasped, my pussy drinking in the delight of the buzzing vibrator. The bliss rose up to the tip of my futa-dick engulfed in Mrs. Solomon’s tight pussy.

“You’ll love this next part,” the Black woman cooed.

I gasped as she thrust it up into my pussy. The buzzing shaft sank into my cunt’s depths. My twat squeezed around it. My back arched. I squirmed in my seat as the wicked heat rushed through me. My heart pounded in my chest.

The wicked toy vibrated in my pussy. It massaged me. I gasped, rubbing my face into Mrs. Solomon’s big tits as I savored that wonderful shaft. This wicked and wild heat surged through my body. My nuts, resting on the buzzing shaft, drank it in.

Then she twisted it around in me. She stirred the buzzing shaft in a quick circle, teasing my cunt walls. I groaned and my pussy clenched down around it. I held it tight, reveling in it humming away inside of me.

“Mmm, enjoy, Ms. Chloe!” groaned Ms. Lyon.

She pumped the vibrating toy in and out of my pussy. The buzzing delight sent such bliss rushing through me. My futa-dick drank it in. I gasped, savoring the naughty dildo humming away in my cunt as much as Mrs. Solomon’s pussy sliding up and down my cock.

The sexy woman’s tight twat worked up and down my futa-dick. She squeezed around it, the pressure swelling at the tip of my cock. I moaned, the bliss building so fast. The cum swelled in my balls, so ready to spurt out of me.

I rubbed my face back and forth between those big, fake titties. I gripped them. Squeezed them. The pleasure swelled in intensity. That buzzing toy plunged faster and faster in and out of my cunt, matching Mrs. Solomon’s pussy working up and down my cock.

I would have such a big orgasm. I couldn’t wait. It would burst out of my body. I squeezed my cunt down around the big vibrator plundering my cunt. Mrs. Solomon worked her delicious twat up and down my girl-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, the bliss swelling in me. “This is incredible!”

“I’m so glad you love my toy,” Ms. Lyon purred.

“Mmm, and I bet you’re just savoring my cunt,” groaned Mrs. Solomon, her squeezing pussy sliding up my dick.

“It’s incredible!” I moaned, drinking in that wild bliss. “I’m going to have such a huge cum on it!”

“Good!” moaned Mrs. Solomon. “Mmm, just cum hard. I want to feel you spurting in my cunt. Your cock feels so good in me.”

She slammed her pussy down my dick as Ms. Lyon thrust the vibrator into my cunt. The two blisses swirled around in me. I gasped, my head snapping back from the woman’s fake breasts. My head hit the back of the couch.

I exploded.

My pussy writhed around the buzzing toy, increasing the bliss it gave. My futa-dick erupted into Mrs. Solomon’s pussy. She gasped, impaling her cunt down my cock as I pumped spurt after spurt of jizz into her pussy.

“Chloe!” she moaned and then she joined me.

“Ooh, she’s cumming!” purred Ms. Lyon.

She jammed the vibrator to the hilt in my convulsing twat. My pussy drank it in. The waves of bliss flooding out of my cunt increased. The bliss swept through me, joined by the euphoria firing from my girl-dick.

Mrs. Solomon’s pussy writhed and convulsed around my cock. Her hot flesh massaged me, sucking at my balls. My nuts unloaded my spunk into her. My mind drank it in. I bucked on the couch, whimpering and gasping.

“Damn,” Kendall muttered. “Mmm, you look cute when you’re cumming.”

“I feel cute!” I moaned, my pussy going wild.

Mrs. Solomon’s pussy writhed around me. I groaned as another orgasm burst through me. More of my cum fired into her pussy. She gasped, her back arching. Her big tits heaved. They bounced before her, slapping together with force.

My mind drank in the dual delights. My cock spurted again and again. My pussy convulsed around the buzzing vibrator. I squirmed in place, my body burning with such delight as the pleasure surged to the pinnacle in me.

“Oh, my god, yes, yes!” I gasped, bucking and shuddering. “Mrs. Solomon!”

“So much jizz!” she moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, god, get that vibrator out of me!” I trembled, my body bucking. It was humming too much now.

Ms. Lyon ripped it out of me.

I panted, my eyes fluttering. Mrs. Solomon slid off of me. Something rattled. I blinked and panted as the sexy woman sank down on the couch beside me. She had her legs spread wide. Kendall darted her head down and buried her face into the older woman’s cum-filled cunt.

DING-DONG!

The pizza was here! Buzzing with the euphoria of my orgasm, I hopped to my feet, snagged up my panties, and raced to the door to get some free dinner.

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

Sasha Ford

“Mmm, come lick your mother clean of your big sister’s futa-cum,” Mom moaned.

She lay on her back on her bed, her legs spread wide. My cum bubbled out of her cunt and matted her fiery hair. My naked little sister—her shaved pussy gleaming with cream was aimed at me—crawled towards mom. Fawn’s pink, inner pussy lips blossomed out of her vulva, looking so enticing to me and my big futa-cock.

Fawn nuzzled her face into our mother’s pussy and licked. She let out a purr of delight. Her hips wiggled from side to side. Her groan echoed through the air. It rippled around us. The sound made my futa-dick throb.

“Oh, that’s it, honey,” Mom moaned. She trembled on the bed, her large tits jiggling. “Lick out all your big sister’s futa-cum.”

“Every drop,” Fawn purred. My little sister wiggled her rump. “Mmm, Mistress, you taste so good inside of Mom. And so do you, Mom. Yummy pussy and delicious cum.”

“Everything a slutty brat like you craves,” I said, pushing the tip of my cock against the shaved folds of Fawn’s pussy lips.

“Yep!” my little sister agreed. “Don’t need anything else but cum and pussy.”

I blinked. “What about my cock.”

“I don’t crave it,” she said. “I only crave cum and pussy, Mistress.”

Right, mind-control. I had to be careful. “You also crave my dick. And dad’s cock. Incestuous dicks are what you love, too.”

“Ooh, yes, yes, I need your cock in me, Mistress!” she moaned. “I love incestuous dicks, Mistress. Just need them in me.”

“Fuck your little sister,” Mom moaned. “Just ram it in her, honey. She needs it.”

“Yes, she does,” I panted and thrust.

I thought Mom had been tight. Fawn was a vice. I groaned as I entered her juicy cunny. She moaned into Mom’s pussy as I pressed deeper and deeper into my little sister’s cunt. That amazing twat squeezed around me.

My breast jiggled. The bliss shot through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, so eager to unload all that cum into my little sister’s twat. I would fuck her so hard. I would pump away at her and make her explode.

She needed it. I could hear it in her voice. How she moaned as she ate out mother. She craved to be pounded to her orgasm. My breast jiggled and my balls swayed as I sank deeper and deeper into her hot depths.

“Fuck, Fawn!” I panted. “I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”

“I feel like one, Mistress!” she moaned. “You’re so huge.”

“I know,” Mom groaned in delight. “So huge.”

“What makes your cock the best!” gasped Fawn. Her hips wiggled from side to side. “Ooh, that’s incredible. Yes, yes, that’s the cock that’s going to make me explode. I need that orgasm. I crave it. I crave being fucked by hard, incestuous dicks!”

I pulled back. I savored the silky glide of my little sister’s cunt wrapped around my cock. I pumped away at my sister’s cunt. I drilled into her pussy, reveling in her hot, tight embrace. That silky snatch massaged me.

My hips pumped. I drilled my dick into her hard. Fast. I pumped with powerful strokes into her twat. The bliss swept through my body. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her depths. My balls smacked into her flesh.

“Ooh, you look so sexy fucking your little sister, Sasha, honey!” Mom moaned. Her breasts jiggled. She squirmed on her back. “She’s moaning into my cunt. She loves your cock plowing into her. Ooh, she’s feasting on me.”

“Got to lick out all that cum!” gasped my sister. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress! I love your futa-dick!”

Her pussy clamped down on me. I groaned as she grew even tighter. Hotter. The pleasure shot down my cock. It brimmed in my balls. A wicked and wild treat. I shuddered, my tits heaving as I pumped away at her cunt. I drove hard into her. Fast. I plowed into her snatch, savoring every last stroke into her.

Her butt-cheeks rippled. I rubbed my hands up and down her body. I grabbed her round tits and squeezed them. My fingers dug into her tits. She moaned into Mom’s pussy. Her cunt clenched around my cock, the pleasure racing through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her twat so hot around my dick.

“I know!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, I know.”

I couldn’t take much more plowing into my little sister’s cunt. Her pussy felt amazing. My tits heaved. I slammed forward hard. Fast. My dick drove to the hilt in her twat. I fucked her with powerful strokes. Hard thrusts.

Mom shuddered on the bed before me. She grabbed Fawn’s hair. She held my little sister’s head down. Mom gasped. Then she cried out in ecstatic delight. Her hips bucked, smearing her cunt against Fawn’s face.

“Oh, Fawn, honey, yes!” Mom gasped.

“So good,” groaned my little sister. She licked up all that spunk. She devoured it with hunger. Her pussy clenched around mine.

I buried into her and she squealed. Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her cunt sucked at my futa-dick. The pleasure shot down my shaft to my girl-balls. My own twat grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm brimmed in me.

“Fuck!” I gasped and erupted in my little sister.

My futa-cum fired out of my dick. Powerful waves of spunk that jetted into my little sister’s cunt. I pumped her full of my jizz. The heat slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. They detonated, dancing wildly before me.

“Take it!” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mistress!” she howled.

These waves of heat rippled out of my spasming cunt. The delight mixed with the powerful jolts of ecstasy firing from my cock. The two pleasures had me gasping and moaning and crying out in joy. I threw back my head as I pumped my little sister’s twat full of my cum.

Pussy juices gushed down my thighs. I savored it as Fawn’s pussy nursed out the last of the cum from my balls. I groaned while Mom panted. She trembled on the bed, a huge smile on her face. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Mmm, that was good,” she panted.

“So good, Mom,” whimpered Fawn. “Oh, Mistress, I’m so glad you’re my sister. That was the best. I love your cock.”

“And you’re finally showing off your worth, brat,” I said and pulled my cock out of her with a wet slide.

She gaped open. Her pink depths ran with my milky cum. It poured out of her, spilling over her clit and then down her thighs. I grinned at the sight of it, breathing heavily. This was so much fun. I had to get Dad over here. Fix our family.

Remake it my way.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. “Mom, feel free to enjoy my cum leaking out of the brat.”

“Mmm, yum,” she cooed.

I headed down to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. As I headed back, I texted, “Dad, you have to come by the house ASAP.”

I hit send as I reached the master bedroom. I peered inside to see Fawn sitting on Mom’s face. The sight was so naughty. Fawn threw back her head, moaning as our mother devoured my cum. I bet she loved it flavored by my little sister’s twat.

My phone chimed. A text. I smiled and glanced down it. “I’m busy,” it read. “I can make it over on Friday.”

“No, no, it has to be right now!!!!” I hit send with an angry jab of my thumb.

“I’m too busy. Sorry.”

“Fuck,” I snarled. I had to get my panties to my dad. “You two have fun. Do whatever, just don’t leave the house. I have to take care of something.

“Sure,” Mom said.

“Okay, Mistress!”

I had to find some clothes I could wear with my new futa-dick. Tight jeans and shorts were out of the question. I found a pair of athletic shorts with enough stretch to stuff my new dick into. I did, forming a large bulge. Then I grabbed a tank top and pulled it over my breasts.

I marched downstairs, my futa-dick bobbing and jiggling in my shorts. The fabric rubbed against it, sending a naughty delight rippling over my body. I groaned, the heat swelling through me. I licked my lips, so eager for this.

I burst outside. The sun was sinking low, but the day was still warm. I hummed as I headed to our neighbor’s house. Mrs. Solomon had ruined my parents’ marriage, so it was only right that she would help me fix it.

I gripped my boy shorts in my hand, loving the feel of how wet they were. It was so hot how they stayed soaked. This magic wreathing them was incredibly naughty. It made my pussy clench and sent this wild wave of heat washing through my body.

I hummed and practically skipped down the walkway to the Solomons’ porch. I buzzed. I could do anything. I couldn’t wait until the entire neighborhood, Mildred included, were under my power. I paused, turning around to survey it. The Quicks’ house was across the street. I bet Mr. Quick was having fun fucking my friend Bryana over and over again. To the right lay Ms. Lyon’s house. I wouldn’t mind putting that bitchy woman into her place.

And her daughter, Kendall, had a mouth made for sucking futa-cock.

No one else on the block was really worth my time. Not hot or attractive in any way. Mildred, the Quicks, the Lyons, Mrs. Solomon, and my family would be the start of my own empire. I gripped my panties and then whirled around.

I didn’t even bother knocking. I ripped open the front door and marched in. The sounds of a baseball game echoed from the living room. Normally, I’d be watching the game, but I got so distracted by my new toy and all the things I’d spied with it.

“Mrs. Solomon,” I called.

“Who is that?” Mr. Solomon shouted. I heard a recliner closing. Then he appeared out of the living room, an older man with graying hair. “Sasha, what the hell are you doing walking in my house.”

“Just need your wife,” I said. I held up my panties before his face, letting him get a good whiff.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, eyeing my panties.

I shrugged. “So, she around?”

“I don’t have a wife,” he said.

I blinked. “Uh, Danielle. That big titty slut you married. The one who fucked my dad.”

“Danielle never slept with your father,” he protested. “Your mother is just jealous that my ex-wife was prettier than her.”

“Ex-wife? When did you get divorced?”

“About an hour ago,” he said. “Chloe took Danielle somewhere. She’s not my concern any longer. Got to find me another hot, young thing.” He shrugged.

“Chloe, you naughty slut,” I muttered. Chloe had come up to this house earlier, hadn’t she?

I whirled around. I marched out, ignoring Mr. Solomon’s protests for my presence, and wondered where she had taken Mrs. Solomon. I surveyed the neighborhood I spotted some clothes lying on the sidewalk. I remembered noticing those after I’d snuck into Mildred’s house. I rushed over and studied them.

I knew these clothes. It was the tacky shit that Ms. Lyon wore. I grinned and marched to her house, ready to dominate Mrs. Solomon and Chloe Quick. I marched right up to the door and tried to open it. Locked. Sighing, I rung the doorbell. I trembled in delight, so eager for the fun to come.

Footsteps pounded to it. I smiled in excitement.

The door flew open. I had a moment before a pair of panties were shoved into my face, held by a naked Chloe quick. The enticing scent of her spicy pussy filled my nose as she smeared the sodden cloth across my nose and mouth.

“Wait, you’re not the pizza guy,” Chloe gasped. “But, you’re hot, Sasha, so get naked. I’m going to fuck you hard!”

To be continued…

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Mom teaches me how to satisfy real women and I start a college fund!

My Sexy Mother

My mother is a very sexy woman. She is sexy as hell all by herself but I think she goes that little extra just for dad’s sake. She wears those ultra low raise jeans that they sell in Old Navy. I always get to see her thong panties sticking above them in the back. She wears those short sexy tops that show off her pierced bellybutton too. She looks better than any girl in my school does, well almost.

I’m sixteen and my mother is thirty-six. Dad kids mom all the time about her bra size being her age. She wears a 36-B bra.

Mom keeps her hair short and sassy, her weight is perfect, and her figure is unbelievable. She works out several times a week. She has a slight curvature to her belly and a great ass but her tits are by far her finest features in my opinion. She doesn’t even have any stretch marks from childbirth, scars, or any tattoos either to detract from her beautiful body. She looks amazing.

Dad got a new promotion recently and works a lot more than he used too so I spend most of my time with my mother. We go out to dinner and take in a movie almost every Friday evening without dad. She likes our dates and so do I.

I spent the entire summer staring at my own mother on the beach. I wasn’t the only one either. I think every man on the beach stares at my mother when we are there. She has some very nice bikinis too but I like her newest white string bikini the best because I can see her entire ass in it. Me and everybody else too. Mom shaves her pussy every morning during the summer so she looks her best in her bikini. I know this because she has mentioned it.

That summer mom and I spent several hours a day at the beach sunbathing. Mom would put the lotion on me and I would put it on her. She never minded how close I got to any of her good parts. Since her ass was basically bare I got to rub lotion onto it often and would rub right down to her asshole. That thin string sure didn’t cover it any. Mom would slip her hand under the waistband of my bathing suit. In the beginning she would accidentally hit my penis and apologize. I took that as a hint to rub closer into mom’s breasts and just under the front of her bottoms. Soon she stopped apologizing all together and made sure to touch my penis every time she applied lotion and then she actually rubbed it with lotion on purpose. I took that as a hint to rub mom’s pussy. I can still remember that very first time that I coated my hand with lotion, slipped it well into her bikini bottom, and cupped her entire pussy in the palm of my hand. As long as I had gone that far I bent my middle finger and it slipped right into her pussy lips. As I pulled my hand back out I hit her clit and mom jumped. I thought I had gone too far and pulled my hand back to my leg quickly.

I will never forget mom saying, “I think you had better put a whole lot more lotion down there and don’t be in such a hurry this time!”

I enjoyed mom’s pussy for probably ten full minutes. All I remember was that it was a lifetime! I fingered mom’s pussy and played with her clit for a very long time. I was worried that somebody would see what I was doing and that I would get caught. Afterwards she thanked me for giving her two orgasms. My hand covered her pussy better than her bikini bottom did. Men did notice what I was doing and started at me. I figured that they were jealous.

A few men said things like, “Lucky guy!” “Nice!” “Go for it!” and “I wish I were you right now!”

Mom just smiled and told me that she liked it!

I remember that very first time on the beach because mom jerked me off as she drove us home afterwards. It was much better than jerking myself off. Mom asked me to remove my swim trunks and tilt my seat back a little. I still remember her licking her fingers afterwards too and telling me that my cum tasted a lot better than my father’s cum tasted.

After that day we got each other off every day in one way or another. If we didn’t got to the beach we did it in the car or even in our own backyard. That Friday our movie included playing with each other throughout the entire film. I put my arm around mom’s shoulders and she would lay her head on my shoulder while I slipped my hand down her top and cupped her bare breast. I don’t remember what movie was playing but I really was disappointed when it ended. However it was going to be a long summer.

The next week it rained for two days and we couldn’t go to the beach. That first day I was disappointed and mom knew it. I was pretty sure that she was disappointed too. Then she got the bright idea to pretend that we were at the beach and put on her skimpy bikini. I got excited and my cock stood at attention. Mom smiled and told me to undress and said that I didn’t need to put my suit on. I reached out and pulled the string at her hip and mom smiled. Soon we were both naked and looking at one another. This was actually the first time I saw mom completely naked. She let me watch as she shaved her pussy that morning. I found it very exciting. She used some of dad’s shaving cream and his razor. She held onto her pussy lips as she shaved then and reached between her legs to shave her asshole too. Then she used a washcloth to clean it. I got to apply just a few drops of baby oil to it for her.

Soon after that mom was lying on her bed on her back and I was sitting next to her playing with her tits and pussy while she played with my cock. I enjoyed seeing what I was doing for the very first time. I opened up her pussy lips and mom opened up her legs to help me. I got to poke my fingers into her hole and play with her clit. I leaned over to suck her nipple and she let me. When I leaned further to suck her other nipple mom sucked my cock into her mouth. It was heavenly so I stayed right there sucking on her far breast while I played with her clit and let mom suck my cock. I gave her two orgasms before I cum. Mom sucked me dry and I loved it. As we lay side by side mom kissed me. I swear I could taste my own cum on mom’s tongue and I liked it too.

We rested for an hour or so and then did it again. In fact we did it a total of four times that first rainy day. Each time mom sucked my cock while I gave her a couple of orgasms with my fingers.

The next day was rainy too and we were both happy about that. That day mom introduced me to pussy licking, sixty-nine, and the best climaxes yet!

I got to lick mom’s pussy like she had been sucking my cock. I liked the taste very much. I liked eating my mother’s pussy a lot. In that position mom could get my cock into her mouth deeper and I liked that too. Mom called it deep throat and I was the first person that she had ever managed to do that too. Mom was the first naked girl that I had seen, hers were the first nipples that I sucked, and her pussy was the first that had tasted. But I knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be the last girl that I did all of that too and more.

It did not rain the following day but mom wanted to stay home and I was all for it too. That day I lost my virginity to my mother. It started out about the same as the previous two days with our playing with each other, a little sixty-nine, and then it happened. Mom told me to turn around and kiss her. While I was kissing her she lifted her legs up around my hips and inserted my cock into her pussy. It was similar to having it in her mouth but better. I hadn’t fucked her throat because I let her control that action so I wouldn’t hurt her. However this way I was in control and could fuck down into her just as fast and just as hard as I wanted too. Mom didn’t stop me. Apparently she knew how excited a teenage boy could be his first time and let me go. She let me fuck her as often as I wanted to and she never tried to get me to satisfy her even once. I got to fuck mom five times that day. I think dad fucked her too when he came home because I heard her moan like when I finger her clit real good.

The following day mom asked me if I would like to learn how to satisfy a woman while having sex with her. Well sure I would! That started my sex lessons. Every day for the rest of the summer mom taught me what excited her, where to find her erogenous zones, and what to do with them. I practiced on her every day until school started up.

On that first day of school I rushed home just like mom had told me too. All I could think of on the way home was making love to mom. This was the first time in months that I hadn’t made love to her at least three times by now. However when I walked in mom was sitting there with her sister, my Aunt Linda. I was hoping that mom would be alone so that we could make love. Mom saw how disappointed I was and smiled.

Surprisingly mom walked over to me, gave me a big hug, and kissed me full on the mouth, tongue and all right there in front of her younger sister. Then mom massaged my cock through my jeans to make sure that I was hard. Of course I was hard with mom’s tongue in my mouth, her breasts pushed into my chest, and her hand on my crotch. Then to top it off Aunt Linda looked gorgeous in her bright red mini dress with the plunging neckline and no bra. Her legs were parted just enough to show me her bright white panties too. God I had never seen Aunt Linda look any better than she did right then.

Then to my amazement mom told me that Aunt Linda was going to be my sex test. Aunt Linda was my final exam. I would be graded on how well I could satisfy her sexually. I was to take her up to my room, make love to her, and that I had two hours to complete the exam.

I wasn’t sure if mom was joking or not but I was too horny to care, I had Aunt Linda’s hand in my hand, and mom had given me permission. What more did I need to know?

I practically dragged Aunt Linda up to my room while she giggled at my excitement. I got undressed before she could do anything then I unwrapped her like a Christmas present. As I lifted her bright red mini dress Aunt Linda lifted her arms. As soon as I saw her bare breasts I leaned in for a sample then lifted her dress all the way up and off. I stepped back to admire my Aunt in just her sexy little bright white panties and her shoes. Her panties looked brand new to me as if she had bought them just for this occasion. She smiled, pulled her shoulders back, and placed her hands on her hips striking a very sexy pose for me like a fashion model showing off her panties. I knelt before her and hooked my fingers into the waistband of those white panties. I watched intently as I lowered her panties. She shaves her pussy too like mom does. I kissed her pubic mound as I tugged on her panties. I got them to her ankles and felt Aunt Linda holding my head as she lifted one foot for me. I removed her slip-on shoe and her panties. Then I removed her other shoe and had her white fragrant panties in my hand. I put them to my nose to smell of her womanly odor only to realize that she had sprayed perfume on her pussy. Aunt Linda told me to keep them as a souvenir of our first time together. I had to smile because mom had told me the same thing the first time that we had made love too. I leaned in and held onto Aunt Linda’s ass while I kissed her pussy mound some more and slipped my tongue into the top of her opening to touch her clit lightly. I felt her jerk slightly and knew that she liked it.

I got up and walked Aunt Linda to my bed. I pulled the covers all the way down to the foot of my bed and onto the floor leaving just my bottom fitted sheet and a pillow. I tossed the pillow too and had Aunt Linda get in the middle of my bed on her belly first.

I started by rubbing her shoulders right down to her ankles and back up again. It’s what mom calls the ultimate backrub. The back of her thighs, her ass, and her lower back got most of the attention. On every trip back up her body I got closer and closer to her pussy and to her asshole until I actually touched them for the first time. I would soak my finger in her pussy then rub her tightly puckered asshole sending shivers up her spine. Once she got used to that I separated her legs, held her ass down, and reached under to find her clit. I drove her up the freaking wall a dozen times before I finally rolled her over. Then I started my body massage from her shoulders to her ankles again but this time I got to play with her tits, belly, and pussy while I did it. She just closed her eyes when I kneaded her breasts. She moaned whenever I touched her pussy. I started sucking her nipples because I liked the way she cooed when I did it. I separated her legs, lifted her knees, and tucked my tongue in between her pussy lips. I ate Aunt Linda until she begged me to fuck her. However I didn’t stop just because she begged me too. I waited until she would do anything I wanted her to do before I slipped my cock into Aunt Linda’s pussy for the very first time. I looked at the clock and saw that an hour had gone by already.

I made love to Aunt Linda, turned around into a passionate sixty-nine until I was hard again, and then I turned back around and made love to her again. The third time I had my cock in her pussy it was just at the two-hour mark. I finished what I was doing and looked up to see mom smiling from the doorway.

Mom had come up to see how we were doing and to let us know that our two hours were up. Aunt Linda opened her eyes from that last orgasm and looked at mom in the doorway too.

Aunt Linda told mom; “On a scale of one to ten I would give him a twenty! He is by far the best lover that I have ever had! I can’t wait to write about this in her diary!”

While we rested up mom sat on the bed with us and then lay next to me so that I was the middle of a sister sandwich. Aunt Linda told mom what a great job she had done with me and that she should open her very own sex school for boys. She laughed when she said that it was too late to train most of the men in the world but that there was definitely hope for the young boys.

Aunt Linda was only thirty-three years old but she confessed, “I have let seventy-eight guys fuck me but you are the first one to make love to me like that!”

Mom admitted, “I’ve had thirty-one lovers including you, your father, and the entire football team in high school! You are the best lover I ever had too!”

All I could say was “Wow!”

Aunt Linda smiled at mom, kissed my cheek, and said, “She made it with all of the cheerleaders too!”

I looked at mom and she blushed as she said, “I go both ways!”

Aunt Linda said, “Me too! Want to watch?”

I smiled and said, “Yes! I’d love to watch you two make love! I might learn something!”

Mom said, “I already taught you everything that I know!”

I said, “I was thinking that Aunt Linda might have something to add!”

Aunt Linda said, “I don’t think so! In fact you taught me a few things today!”

I got off the bed and sat in my chair while I watched mom and Aunt Linda make love. Mom did just about everything to Aunt Linda that I had done in that first hour except for the body massage. Aunt Linda did not do a very good job on mom in my opinion but I guess she was just too excited to concentrate on mom’s pleasure. Aunt Linda had three orgasms while mom only had only one. I helped mom out while Aunt Linda was recovering. Since I was hard I slipped my cock into mom’s pussy for a minute then I slipped it into Aunt Linda’s pussy for a minute. I went back and forth fucking into both women until I had to cum. Then I filled mom’s pussy with cum and told Aunt Linda to lick it out. She did a much better job this time since mom wasn’t eating her at the same time. As the women recovered they discussed my sexual talents.

Aunt Linda said, “We really should pimp him out to less fortunate women and put the money in his college fund!”

Mom asked, “How much do you think we could get for him?”

Aunt Linda said, “Well for that two-hour session I had I’d say five hundred dollars.”

Mom’s eyes flew open, her jaw dropped, and she said, “Wow!”

I also said, “Wow!”

Aunt Linda said, “He may be expensive but he is certainly worth it! Offer them a money back guarantee if they’re not entirely satisfied with his performance!”

Aunt Linda said, “Between the two of us I think we can book four women a week!”

Mom asked, “Why only four?”

Aunt Linda smiled and said, “Hey! We need some of that action too! Consider it our fee for being his pimps!”

Mom smiled and said, “In the movies the pimps always get to try out the merchandise! Don’t they?” Then the two ladies looked right at me and laughed!

Mom asked me, “So what do you think about making love to a bunch of rich women that don’t get enough sex from their husbands and boyfriends?”

I smiled and said, “I think it’ll be fun! I can make a lot of women happy and earn my way through college.” I thought a moment and asked, “How much do you think I can earn in the next three years before I graduate?”

Aunt Linda just smiled and said, “Two thousand a week times fifty weeks is a hundred thousand dollars times three years is three hundred thousand dollars!”

Mom smiled and asked, “What if we add a Saturday morning, Saturday evening, and a Sunday afternoon to that?”

Aunt Linda said, “A little over a half a million dollars!”

Mom said, “That should get him a Master’s Degree from Cornell University!”

Aunt Linda said, “Yes it should!”

Both women smiled at me and then mom asked, “How would you like to go to Cornell?”

I smiled and said, “Okay but you guys are forgetting that I’m off during the summer and that I can probably handle fourteen every week for about twelve weeks!”

Aunt Linda scratched on a piece of paper and said, “Six hundred and fifty-one thousand dollars plus whatever interest he might get in the bank!”

Mom lit up and said, “Bank! IRS! How do we account for the income? How do those drug dealers do it?”

Aunt Linda said, “We better get a tax lawyer to help us out!”

The next day after school I was introduced to my new tax lawyer Mrs. Garcia. She was a beautiful Mexican woman that reminded me of an older version of Jeneffer Lopez. She was in her forties but kind of nice. This lovemaking was to be her retainer. Mom told me to be very good to her.

I took Mrs. Garcia up to my bedroom and asked her if I could take a picture of her fully dressed. I told her that it was for my scrapbook and she said that I could.

I undressed first then I undressed her. When I unhooked her bra I was treated to the biggest set of tits that I had seen so far. She jokingly said that they were 40-DD’s. When I removed her panties I realized that they were brand new and that they had been put on recently. I smiled at Mrs. Garcia and put her panties on top of my computer and not with the rest her clothes. She just smiled at me knowing that I was going to keep them. She was bigger than mom or Aunt Linda. Her tits, ass, and belly were bigger but I still found her interesting naked. I had her get on her belly and worked on her back, ass, and legs for a long time to relax her. Her back had bra marks dug into her flesh. Her ass crack was deep but I made my way down into it to caress her asshole. She liked it! Then I had her roll over and I worked on her front. This was not to relax her but to work her up into a sexual frenzy. I touched, rubbed, and caressed every inch of her body then I got to work with my tongue and lips. Her nipples swelled up much bigger than mom’s nipples do and I enjoyed sucking on them. When I tried chewing on her nipples lightly she really enjoyed it. Her pussy was totally covered with hair. It was long, curly, and matted so I parted it with my fingers and slipped my tongue in. I found her clit and that excited her. I slipped a finger into her pussy and licked it afterwards. Finally I was poking my tongue into her pussy hole as far as I could reach. I opened her legs up wider, held her pussy lips open, and then I started to attack her clit. I chewed on it lightly like I had her nipples and it had an even stronger effect on her. Mrs. Garcia sure could have orgasms. She had a whole series of them while I worked on her clit and stuck my middle finger up her asshole. I put my thumb in her pussy and played ‘six-pack’ in her holes. I looked at my alarm clock to see if I should fuck her yet and found that it was definitely time too. I slipped my cock into Mrs. Garcia’s pussy and fucked into her to satisfy myself. In doing so of course she got off again. I pinned her knees to her chest and pounded down into her fat pussy. I could hear the smacking of our sweaty flesh hitting together. I gave her a big shot of cum and just stayed right there between her legs after letting them relax down to the bed. I finally leaned in to kiss Mrs. Garcia on the lips. She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around me. We cuddled for a while longer. After about two and a half hours we sat up and I helped Mrs. Garcia get dressed. Well, everything that is except her panties. Then I got dressed and we went downstairs. Mom and Aunt Linda were waiting for us.

Mom asked Mrs. Garcia, “How was it?”

Mrs. Garcia said, “He was everything you said he would be and more! I’ll help you set up a tax free trust fund ear marked for college and take care of the deposits for you. I would suggest strictly cash so that nothing can be traced back to the women or their husbands.”

Aunt Linda just looked at Mrs. Garcia and smiled until Mrs. Garcia said, “Okay! You’re right! He was the best that I have ever had! I’ll send some of my associates around! They can afford his services that’s for sure!”

Then Mrs. Garcia handed me a receipt for five hundred dollars for her legal fees. That was the start of my college fund.

The End
My Sexy Mother

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The sexy little thing down the street gets exactly what she wants…me!

Little Twitch Down The Street

What a fucking tease!

That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her panties. It couldn’t have been more than six or eight inches long all together. To top it off Amanda was wearing those platform shoes that make her two or three inches taller and the high heels in the back stretched her calves nicely and pronounced her fine ass even better. Amanda had naturally curly blonde hair to her waist and bright blue eyes. She was a fucking walking wet dream and she knew it too. She was also teasing the hell out of me and she knew that too.

I went in the house and rubbed my crotch into my wife’s ass while she was doing the dishes. I reached around and played with her tits too and she didn’t even try to stop me.

My wife asked, “Was it the little twitch down the street again?”

I said, “Yes it was damn it! Will you fix my problem honey?”

My wife laughed and dried her hands and led me up to our bedroom. She asked, “Do you just want a quickie or do I have I get all the way undressed?”

I said, “I’ll take a quickie if you don’t mind, then the real thing later!”

My wife smiled, dropped her pants and panties to her knees, and bent over for me. As she held onto the foot of the bed I drove her from behind. There was no need to warm her up or even to give her an orgasm. This was a pity fuck. It was one of many pity fucks in the past few weeks. All because of that little twitch Amanda down the street.

After I finished my wife just pulled her panties back up and pulled her pants up too. She kissed me and went back to her dishes. She left me standing there with my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She gave me a little teasing giggle as she walked away.

When I got downstairs I heard me wife out on the front porch. She was talking to Amanda. She was inviting her in for a cup of tea and some cookies. Amanda accepted her offer and followed her into the house. She traipsed her right into the living room and told her to have a seat while she fixed the tea. Amanda sat down where my wife had pointed. It was directly across from me. My chair is pretty low and when she sat down on the couch I could see her bright green panties. She seemed to try to keep her knees together but every now and then they seemed to separate all on their own. My wife came in and said that the water was on and asked Amanda’s preference for tea.

The girls talked and my wife told Amanda how much she liked her outfit. They talked about where to purchase such clothing. Then the teakettle started to whistle and my wife left us there together again. I just seemed to be captivated by Amanda’s panties and she kept giving me little glances every now and then.

My wife returned shortly with a tray. She poured three cups of tea and offered Amanda some cookies.

As we sipped our very hot tea my wife asked, “Amanda how old are you?”

Amanda said, “Fourteen years old but I’ll be fifteen in a couple of months!”

My wife said, “You seem much more mature than your age!”

Amanda said, “That’s because I only hang around with adults like my mother and her friends! They like to get drunk and talk about men and sex! I’m still a virgin but I want that to change soon!”

My wife asked, “Have you picked out a nice boy to do it with the first time?”

Amanda looked directly at me and said, “Yes! But I haven’t asked him yet!”

My wife saw her look at me and asked, “Why not? I don’t think any boy in his right mind would turn down a beautiful girl like you!”

Again Amanda looked directly at me and said, “Well he’s older!”

My wife smiled and said, “Actually that’s the best way! You should start with a boy that has a little experience! Having them fumble around not knowing what they are doing takes the pleasure out it! Hell some of them don’t even know which hole to put it in!”

Amanda never broke eye contact with me when she said, “I’m sure he knows what he is doing! He’s married!”

My wife smiled and said, “Oh that’s even better! He should know how to treat a woman! However he probably can’t take you out in public but he can buy you things!”

Amanda asked, “Why can’t he take me out in public?”

My wife said, “He can’t let his wife find out that he has a cuter younger girlfriend like you!”

Amanda then said, “What if I ask her to join us in bed?”

My wife asked, “Are you a switch hitter?”

Amanda said, “I’m bisexual if that’s what you mean! I like boys but I can please fully-grown women too! Just ask my mother or any of her friends! I’ve satisfied all of them before!”

My wife said, “Well if you really are that good maybe you should invite her into bed!”

Amanda then looked at my wife, smiled, and asked, “Would you like to go to bed with me? Can we bring your husband too?”

My wife knew very well what had been coming but pretended to be shocked. I watched her eyebrows raise, her jaw drop, and her eyes shoot wide open.

Then my wife said, “Okay Amanda come with me!” as she took the girl’s hand. My wife turned back to me and said, “Are coming husband? Or should we start without you?”

No way could I pass up watching my wife in bed with the fourteen-year-old little twitch down the street.

As they got near the top of the stairs my wife said, “Oh! I hope you don’t mine the fresh cum in my pussy! It’s your fault anyway!”

Amanda said, “Fresh cum would be a pleasant change! Usually all I ever get is the next mornings dry crusted cum to eat. Mom and her friends affectionately call me ‘Douche Bag’ because I can clean their pussies out better than anyone else can.”

My wife patted Amanda on her cute little ass and said, “Well ‘Douche Bag’ have I got a job for you!”

Amanda asked, “How come it was my fault?”

My wife laughed and said, “Well since you started teasing my husband a month or so ago he gets this strange urge to fuck me soon after he sees you. For instant a little while ago when I was doing the dishes he was so horny that I had to stop what I was doing and came up here for him. I dropped my pants and my panties to my ankles and let him take me from behind. He didn’t satisfy me or even say thank you afterwards! You sure have quite an effect on him!”

Amanda smiled broadly at me and said, “Wow! I was just hoping he would notice me!”

My wife said, “Notice you! Hell he watches out that window all day long just waiting for a glimpse of you!”

Amanda smiled at me.

My wife said, “Oh by the way ‘Douche Bag’ our pet name for you is ‘Little Twitch Down The Street.’ If it matters!”

Amanda said, “Are we ready to this now?”

My wife and I watched Amanda undress. She was just your typical fourteen-year-old. She was exactly five feet tall and a hundred pounds even. She wears a 32-B bra when she wears one. She is proud of the little bit of pubic hair that she has. Amanda stood there naked letting me admire her body. Admire it I did, from her suckable nipples to her delicious looking pussy. I hadn’t even noticed that my wife had undressed until she took Amanda over to the bed.

Amanda pushed my wife back onto the bed and said, “Let me do you first so his cum doesn’t drip all over the place!” Then Amanda buried her face in my wife’s pussy. My wife seemed to immediately enjoy what was happening to her. I had never seen my wife with another woman before and it was fantastic to watch. It was much better than watching an adult movie too. Once when my wife had a little too much to drink she admitted that she had experimented sexually with a girlfriend in high school a couple of times but that they both decided that they liked boys better. Amanda knew exactly what she was doing too and she put my wife right through the roof three times before stopping. Then it was my wife’s turn to do Amanda.

My wife looked right at me and said, “She really wants you! Suppose I get her warmed up for you first?”

I said, “Don’t worry about me you just see if you can repay Amanda for what she did for you! I really want to watch you work this time!”

My wife pushed Amanda back on the bed and positioned herself between her legs. My wife looked at Amanda’s pussy and took a few deep breaths. She got a little closer and appeared to be smelling her aroma. Then my wife opened Amanda’s pussy lips and looked closer. Eventually her fingers started to do the walking. My wife touched Amanda’s clit, poked inside her hole, and went back to Amanda’s clit again. She did that a few times then started going from her mouth to Amanda’s clit and back a few times. Then she touched her tongue to Amanda’s clit directly. It was as if she was testing the water so to speak. After that my wife couldn’t get enough of Amanda’s pussy. She went from her clit to her hole and back and forth over and over for a very long time. My wife seemed to be in some sort of a trance because Amanda had several orgasms and kept asking my wife to stop but she wouldn’t. I don’t think she even heard her.

Finally I pushed my wife out of the way and asked Amanda, “Are you ready for me?”

Amanda answered, “Oh yeah! I’m more than ready!”

With that I slipped my hard cock down into her waiting pussy. She was as wet as that time I fucked my wife in a Jacuzzi in a motel room but she was tight. I hadn’t really expected Amanda to be so tight. She said that she was a virgin but I figured that her mother and all of her girlfriends would have poked things up inside of her before.

I just had to ask, “Have you ever poked anything into your pussy before?”

Amanda said, “Just my fingers! That’s all I’m allowed to poke in me! My mother never wanted me to know the feel of a cock! She is a devout lesbian! I was the product of rape when mom was fourteen! She has never had anything inside her since that incident!”

I asked, “Do you still want to go through with this?”

Amanda said, “Oh yeah!”

So I slowly continued to worm my way into her tight sheath. My wife’s asshole isn’t this tight! It felt like I had rolled several condoms down my shaft that were all too small! The pressure I was feeling must have been the same as she was feeling. I could only imagine if I had something that was way too big shoved into me what it would feel like!

So I asked Amanda, “Are you okay?”

Amanda replied, “Oh yeah!”

I asked, “Are you in any pain?”

Amanda replied, “Oh yeah!”

I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

Amanda replied, “Oh no! Don’t stop! Please fuck me! Please! I have wanted you inside me for so long! Please just do what you have to! I don’t mind! Really!”

So I forced the last inch or two into her. It was a tight fit all the way in. Amanda had held her breath so I waited a moment until she appeared to relax and start breathing again. Then I started stroking into her in a slow steady rhythm and I kept it up for another minute or two. When I felt she was used to the feeling I increased the speed with my increased urgency. I couldn’t believe that I had lasted that long after watching the two of them eat each other out for close to an hour.

As I emptied my full load of cum into her I shouted, “You’re my first virgin!”

Amanda replied, “I’m glad! That makes me even more special!”

My wife said, “Yes it does dear! It’s something neither one of you will ever forget!”

I felt my cock soften slightly and her vaginal muscles squeeze me out of her. I hated to leave that wonderful place but I was sure that I could go back in whenever I wanted too.

The End
Little Twitch Down The Street

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A slaves unhappy life.

Roman Times

“Slave” Her master bellowed from the confines of yards of silk wrapped around him cocoon like.

Miriam froze in trepidation and felt the wine slop around in the amphora she was carrying. She feared what was to come next and hoped that she wasn’t in trouble.

“Put that down and come here.”

She hurried to put the wine down, resting the amphora against the wall. Her slave torc swung free from her loose necked gown and banged against her breastbone. Her fear grew in exponential leaps. Normally, she was ignored and left to her house duties, flitting from room to room almost unseen, while she performed her labours under the Housemaids direction.

She knew that Antonius had been drinking all day. One or two of the slaves had reported his increasing drunkenness and advised that it would be best to avoid him altogether. Miriam wasn’t given the choice. Ptolemy had given her the order to take the wine into his private chambers.

With her eyes downcast as her training decreed, she approached her master as he lay on the slightly raised dais, covered with silks and cushions. The smell of him assaulted her nose. He had obviously pissed himself and not bothered to clean up the mess or wash. She trembled and stood at the foot of the dais with her hands clasped at her lap. She looked forlorn; her trembling was pronounced and the shift she wore accentuated her trepidation as it shivered.

“Get me more wine.” He shoved his Ivory flagon at her and shook it, slopping the residue of his last drink over the sides to splash over the silk cloth that covered the decking to stain the delicate yellows a deep red.

Miriam grasped the proffered cup and hurried to fill it with his favoured Greek, sweet wine. Carefully, she poured from an earthenware amphora that rested in an iron stand beside the dais and then returned the filled flagon to him. She never once lifted her eyes and made no sound. Keeping her head down, she offered the cup to him above her head with both hands, trying to keep it steady. It was taken from her and she prepared to leave him and complete her tasks.

“Stay.” He lifted the edge of his stained toga and pulled his dirty loincloth to one side. His flaccid cock swung lazily at eye level, his smell was almost overpowering and it was as much as she could do to stop herself from gagging.

“Do it.” He commanded in a bored sounding voice. “Do it now.”

Her heart sank even as she opened her mouth to accept him. It was her first time in this household to be used in this manner. She had hoped that it wouldn’t happen, hoped that she had left it all behind when she was sold from Alexander’s household.

His limp cock tasted awful. She thought she would throw up and knew she would either be killed or beaten severely if she did. Somehow, she fought the instinctive urge to gag and sucked him to stiffness. After a few minutes, he started to buck against her mouth and with no warning or sound, emptied his balls into her mouth. Miriam held the foul seed to one side of her mouth and hoped he wouldn’t want to see proof that she had swallowed it. She was spared.

“Go away.” He ordered her and didn’t expect an answer.

She hurried from the chamber and spat his vile excretion into a decorative urn. At eighteen years of age, she had become used to the treatment of her various tormentors in the form of owners.

Unseen, a veiling curtain swished silently as the observer of the sad tableau retreated into the darkness.

Miriam’s short life had been a sad indictment of modern times. Her Mother and Father had lived in the poorer section of Judea. His business as a sandal maker, hardly fed them while her mother’s laundry went to repaying a loan to Uncle Joshua. Just after her eighth birthday, her mother had died suddenly. Faced with ruin and trying to keep three mouths fed, clothed and housed. Her father came to what he considered the obvious solution. Miriam, being a daughter, was sold to her Uncle as a housemaid and full repayment for the longstanding debt. Her two brothers stayed with their father who moved away to another village. They lost touch very quickly.

Uncle Joshua didn’t really need a housemaid, but her youthful body appealed to his other nature. Although she had not yet started to develop her breasts or grow hair, he used her on a nightly basis. At aged ten, she had an abortion. Her Uncle’s seed had taken root, which was not surprising. By now, her body had started to fill out and she had begun to menstruate.

The abortion was done by a back street Quack who really only knew how to bleed people as a cure-all, but the proffered money helped him forget his lack of surgical knowledge. Miriam’s reproductive system was damaged in the brutal operation; she would never menstruate again or be able to bear a child.

Believing her to be a drain on his considerable finances, Uncle Joshua sold her to an Egyptian slaver. She was now a lithe twelve-year old, with the advantage of a fully developed body, conditioned to labour and well formed. The slaver took her to the markets as a neuter. I title that carried the promise of screwing the girl without the problems of unwanted pregnancies. It raised her price a little, but not by much. The Trader had used her body, at every nightly opportunity, on the six-month journey to Egypt. She was fucked in every orifice and became used to the assault of her young body.

A Roman woman, who wanted a companion for the lonely nights, bought her. Her husband was a government tax collector and spent many nights away from home while he set the tithes and collected the awards. For the first time since the death of her mother, Miriam found gentleness and even a little love. Her mistress and her male friends cared for her, a little too much for the husbands liking. Thinking Myriam to be an evil spirit and a bad influence on his unfaithful wife, she was sold again. After five and a half years in the household of a wine merchant, she was sold again into the household of Alexander who thankfully, was only interested in young boys. She didn’t stay very long there and was sold on to Antonius, her present situation.

She still carried the torc of a neutered slave, wearing it like a brand of ownership and status. Some of the torcs placed around the necks of the slaves held elevated positions. Although owned by a household, they had a certain amount of freedom, often forming alliances similar to unions, setting rules for the conditions of their ownership. Modern day Rome encouraged this freedom, believing that a happy slave was a productive slave and less likely to run away or be troublesome. Toa certain degree, it worked, but first, the slave had to prove their worth. The majority didn’t make the grade and either continued as a drudge to their owners and the elevated slaves as well, or died in an effort to win freedom.

Ptolemy, an Egyptian slave of indeterminate age, ran the household of Antonius. His heavily tattooed and scarred body always glistened with oil and his muscles rippled under his rich, dark black skin. The rest of the household were slaves of varied races. None had any standing and lived in fear of Ptolemy. A story of how he tracked a runaway down and dragged them back by the hair to then beat them to death, was a popular scare tactic. The story went on to various graphic descriptions of how he slowly killed them for the amusement of Antonius. Whether it was true or not didn’t matter too much, the implied threat was enough of a deterrent.

Antonius was married to Janus. She had very little to do with the slaves or the household, passing her time in different consortiums of similar women who were disenfranchised and had nothing much to occupy their lives, an idle rich group of women. As a club, they sought entertainment in any way they could. Every so often though, she would arrange a party, usually for holy days and the house would be in turmoil until it was over.

Janus had one passion, a pathological hatred of her husband Antonius and a deep-seated jealousy of his frequent liaisons with the younger slaves of either sex. More than one slave died mysteriously during the night, but there were always replacements cheap enough and abundant in the markets. It was only Antonius’s position on the senate that stopped Janus from poisoning him. She was past her prime and would miss the wealth and position of privilege.

Miriam returned to the kitchen and was ordered to assist the cooks who were preparing the evening meal. Talking among the slaves was prohibited, so the next two hours passed with no words spoken, just gestures and grunts.

Later, she found her bed, a straw pallet in the outhouse with several of the other young slaves. Miriam regularly shared her pallet with a young African girl. Neither could speak a common language, but their need for comfort and support was a universal want.

Miriam carefully slipped of her woollen shift and helped Anole with hers over her head. Anole was about eighteen, and had filled out as she grew taller. Petite breasts jutted out at Miriam’s eye level. The girl’s blackness was highlighted in the thin light from their oil lamp. The dark aureole around Anole’s small hard nipples, pimpled and hardened in the cool breeze of the late night air, that gently blew through the un-glazed window port.

They knelt, facing each other, naked, to tenderly hold each other in an embrace of love and mutual need. Miriam kissed Anole’s lips and held her breast in the palm of her hand. The pimpled aureole puckered and hardened under her slowly circulating hand. Anole moaned quietly in Miriam’s ear as she nibbled her lobe. Their heat passed between them and a light perspiration beaded on their skin.

Miriam sought for Anole’s mons, feeling the coarse pubic hair tangle slightly in her chipped nails and rough skin of her fingers. Slowly, she worked her hand lower and found Anole’s hot sex and slipped a finger between her lips and found her budding clit. Anole was unusual in this. Her Father had not had her cut as was the general custom, Anole’s shrouded clit remained in tact and hardened to Miriam’s tender touch.

For some time, they remained kneeling, gently probing each other’s pussies and exploring each other’s breasts, their heat building into a raging desire for release. Eventually, they lay, breast to breast and kissed each other, tongue massaging tongue and fingers working each other to a crescendo of carnal lust.

Miriam broke first, catching her breath as Anole’s fingers invaded her and found that ridged hard place just inside her, hooking into the pad and bringing her to the point of soaking the pallet and Anole’s fingers in a rush of orgasm. Settling her breathing and raging pulse, she kissed Anole’s throat and worked over her breasts, taking first one, then the other nipple into her mouth and manipulating each with her tongue and teeth. She travelled on, nipping skin lightly in a teasing pattern that worked towards her prize.

Anole spread her legs and lifted her hips in an upward thrust in a desperate attempt to get Miriam’s mouth to her moistened and needy sex. Miriam supported her, slipping her free hand under the girls arse and flicked her tongue tip over her engorged clit. It brought a gasp from her partner and an impossible pelvic thrust that arched her back in a contortionistic pose. She clamped her mouth over the girls soaking cunt and sucked her clit into her mouth, which drove Anole over the edge and into an immediate, crashing orgasm that ripped through her and resulted in a gush of girl cream. Miriam licked and drank from her partner and continued to massage the girl’s clit with her tongue while fucking her with two fingers. Anole couldn’t hold on, her second and most powerful orgasm announced it’s self with a gush of cum and a pelvic thrust against Miriam’s fingers. Then, little rushes, that diminished as Anole’s body and nerves settled down again.

Anole, once she had calmed, began with Miriam’s breasts, a particularly sensitive area. Sucking and kneading her flesh, teasing her nipples and tweaking them to a raging hardness. Miriam wanted her orgasm quickly though, already on a high from her success of bringing Anole off. Anole went straight to sucking her clit and biting the little nub of nerve endings while finger fucking her cunt and anus simultaneously. It always brought Miriam to a shattering climax, tonight was no exception. Her breath became ragged as two fore-fingers manipulated her ‘G’ spot and a third finger entered her anus and wriggled against her tailbone. In a very short time, Miriam had to stuff her hand into her mouth to stop from screaming. She came in a golden gush that hit Anole’s hand and splashed back over her mons and stomach.

Stated, they slept in each other’s arms until the next morning’s cockcrow.

Life settled down and Miriam became part of the team and kept her nighttime lover. Her lowly status kept her in the kitchens mostly, but every so often, she would have to attend the house. Inevitably, she came into contact with Antonius and inevitably; he took advantage of her and every time, they were observed by the silent witness.

A year slipped by, borne on a daily ritual of duties, until…

The kitchens had been taken over by a team of specialist caterers. Janus was hosting a party and planned for it to be the biggest of the season. Caligula was invited and word had it that the ‘Little General’ intended to appear. It would be a great honour to Antonius, but more, Janus would step up the social ladder and had a better chance of grasping a spot in the elite ranks of aristocracy. If she could ensconce her self in those vaulted climes, her marriage to Antonius would be less of a need. It wouldn’t matter if he suddenly died. It was quite fashionable to eliminate ones husband in those circles and install a whole team of lovers.

The slaves had been given a hot bath. Under the watchful eye of Ptolemy, they visited the public aquadome and bathed in the luxuriously heated water. Janus had instructed that they were to serve the food clothed only in a small piece of leather that just covered their genitals, all held together with a bead of cowrie shells on strings. They were to be bathed and oiled with scented essences from India. Sepia was used to colour the light skinned slaves while the Africans had their skin burnished to a polished shine. She wanted the party to be just right and had planned it for weeks. It wouldn’t hurt if a show of wealth was put on and having oiled, semi-naked slaves was just one of the small details that made all the difference between a mediocre or outstandingly memorable party.

The walled garden that surrounded their villa was set out with silk covered scatter cushions, low level tables were arranged in a circle. Everyone was to be able to see each other and watch the various entertainments. An awning was erected to shade the guests from the worst of the afternoon sun. It gave an amber hue to the revellers, accentuated the sepia colouring of the slaves and successfully muted the harsh light.

The food was extravagant. Fruit sat in flat trays and was eaten between meat courses. Platter after platter was brought in by the salves, each more exuberant than the last. Swan stuffed with goose, duck and quail especially imported from Gaul was the penultimate dish brought before Caligula who was placed as the honoured guest, but the triumph was a whole water buffalo, cooked in its skin and stuffed with wild boar from the Germanics.

The guests applauded and heaped praise on Antonius. Everyone knew that Janus had organised the event, but he had provided the money.

The entertainment during the feast had been provided by a group of Sicilian musicians partially hidden to one side behind a pergola. They had been set as background accompaniment to allow the guests to talk and not have to shout, but a shrill note from a bull horn pierced the evening air and brought chatter to a sudden stop. It announced the evening’s main entertainments.

A troupe of Jugglers entered into the centre of the ring followed by exotic dancers from the Orient. Flame swallowers and dwarves cavorted and performed their feats. The audience dutifully clapped and rewarded the performers with small coins.

A tall African woman entered into the melee of performers and stood rigid and still while they danced and sang their way out of the ring. The music stopped and she stood, alone and naked in the middle. Silence and intrigue eventually ensued. She had stood without moving, without any sign of recognition to the crowd. Then, two black men brought in a huge python, laid it on the ground at her feet and retreated to the side.

A sound, just above hearing began. A humming without break for breath gradually increased in volume and pitch. A single note that became imperceptively louder until it seemed that it came from the heart of each observer. The timbre and vibration felt like it came from the chest of each person, such was the resonance of the note coming from the African woman who still had yet to move from her statuesque pose. She seemed not to breathe, but the note droned on without break for many minutes.

Having captured her audience’s attention, she began to sway. It began with a slow hip rocking that hypnotically drew the watchers eye to her hairless mound. Only her lower body moved as if she were disjointed from the belly up and knees down. Gradually, the tempo increased and her humming became higher in pitch. Somehow, she was breathing in while still making the constant hum.

The movement also captured the python’s attention. Its snout with its heat sensory pits, quested for the disturbance and source of interest. Its head rose from it’s coiled body and began to sway in time with her belly. To the audience, it looked as if they were dancing in a synchronised pattern. Eventually, the reptile’s snout was at waist height and swaying with the woman. It had closed the gap between them and now was flat on her skin. They danced like this for a while until, with an ear splitting scream, the woman back flipped away and the snake collapsed into a boneless heap to be carried off by the two who had brought it in.

For a few moments, the silence of the audience was complete, as if they had also been mesmerised by the woman’s dance and humming. Then they clapped as one, the spell broken. Conversations started up again. The semi-naked slaves, also spellbound by the performance, galvanised into action and replenished goblets and carried fruit to the partygoers.

Something subtle had changed though, a new sexual tension wafted on the warm Italian breeze. Conversations turned to more personal advertisements of willingness to mate. Caligula was famous for his carnal pursuits and deviances. It was a feature of Roman Senate life, that a party without Caligula was no party. He was the honoured guest and could, and did, fuck anyone. It seemed he cared not a whit what sex his partner was. Any sex and all ages were victims of his voracious appetite.

His favourite pleasure though, was to watch others at his direction. Mother and Son, Father and Daughter or same sex incest were his favourites. Most of the Senate and Nobility had become wise to his predilections and managed to ship their children to someplace else just in case.

Janus knew how these things went and had prepared for it. Her next entertainers were heralded as exotic dancers, a thinly disguised misnomer for group sex. The dancers entered into the ring, naked except for some diaphanous material that only served to heighten interest in their lithe and supply bodies. The music started slowly, producing handclaps in time, but gradually increased in tempo until the eight bodies writhed in a frenzy of oiled and naked sex. Two women of the troupe each had a partner in conventional sexual coitus, while the other four men joined in a line, connected to one another by their cocks in each others arses, forming a human chain.

Caligula loved the spectacle and clapped his appreciation of Janus’s efforts. The dance troupe either feigned or achieved orgasm and filled out of the ring, their ears ringing with the clapping and shouts of appreciation. Their hands clutched the coins thrown by the voyeuristic watchers.

A woman came in next, with a black panther on a leash. Her performance was mildly sexual and served to cool the tension of the audience. Janus had thought that the partygoers needed to be cooled before leaving for their homes. She had anticipated that they would be more than ready at this point, but she miscalculated the excesses these Romans could go to.

“Antonius. What else have you to tempt us with my friend?” Caligula’s voice cut through the chilled night air like a knife through his heart.

“Well Caesar, the entertainments have all been the design of Janus. I had no part in the planning so I am just as eager as you to see what is next.

Janus stared at Antonius, a look of pure hate and then malice. In her derangement she blamed her husband for all of her problems, believing him to be plotting against her. How could he have dropped her into the public gaze of Caligula? Did he want to humiliate her so badly in front of Caesar and the collective nobility? But, then, an idea hit her with such clarity, that she wondered how she hadn’t thought of it before.

“My Caesar,” She began while performing her act of submission with her hand over her heart and a bow from the waist. My Noble Husband seems to have an insatiable lust for sexual entertainments, indeed, when he is not in my bed, he often takes pleasure in our slaves. His likes seem to run to a certain Jewish girl we have. Think not though, that it is from any lack of willingness on my part, Oh no, just that he likes, shall we say, a more demure figure.” Her eyes shone in triumph. At last she could get her own back for all the times she had silently witnessed Antonius fuck the little slaves whore’s mouth.

“I am sure he would be honoured to demonstrate his singularly unique techniques for your pleasure.” Her revenge complete, she backed away from the light and left the prospect on the cooling air for Caligula’s consideration.

“So Antonius,” Caligula turned to his host. “Where is this little Jewish treasure eh?”

Antonius was mortified. He didn’t know Janus knew of his infrequent explorations of Miriam’s mouth with his prick. But, more than that, performing anything in the exalted company he was in now was far from a comfortable idea.

“Ah, Caesar, she is nothing really, just a slave of no import. I can’t even remember the last time we dallied, ‘tis a rare thing.”

“Capital! Then you will enjoy the experience as we shall enjoy the show.” Caligula’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. Coldly, they sized Antonius up and found him wanting, as most of the Senate did. Too many old men, too many plots and intrigues weaved patterns in their viperous midst. He distrusted them and any opportunity like this was a rare thing indeed.

Antonius was trapped and panic set in. His tremulous voice instructed someone to fetch the girl. He had no way out, but silently vowed to have Janus meet a violent and untimely accident.

Miriam was marched into the ring; her loincloth was pulled from her oiled, sepia and sweat covered body. Naked, she stood, head bowed in deference to her piers. She was not conscious of her nakedness. It mattered little to her, her body belonged to her and Anole, nobody and nothing could violate that secret place they shared.

“Well Antonius, here is your prize, let us see how well you perform with the Jew.” He couldn’t help the sneer in his voice.

Antonius approached and instructed her to kneel. He pulled his crimson toga to one side and waited for her to begin sucking him as they normally did, but Caligula had other ideas.

“Take your clothes off Senator.” Antonius complied and shucked off his toga. The reaction was not what he had expected. Suddenly, the whole group of colleagues and friends began to laugh, pointing at his puny dick and laughing the harder as he tried to cover his embarrassment with podgy hands.

Caligula eventually got his fit of giggles under control and through tears of mirth, ordered Antonius to fuck the girl. His efforts brought more hilarity and after a few attempts to raise a hard on, he fled from the courtyard, his face the same crimson as his toga.

“Come here girl.” Caligula addressed Miriam who hurried to obey. “I see you wear the torc of a Neuter, is this true?”

Miriam nodded, knowing that she was not allowed to speak.

“Would you like to earn your freedom?” She nodded again. “Well, you will have to work for the privilege. Does that concern you?” Miriam shook her head and wondered if it meant that Caesar was going to fuck her. “The entertainment tonight has been sublime, even the last comedy act and your part in it impressed me, but the night needs something to finish it off. Can you entertain us and win your freedom?”

Miriam shrugged; unsure of what exactly it was he wanted.

“Come, come child. I’m sure you can think of something to amuse the audience.” The people in question, sat silently, intrigued by the interaction and anticipating the outcome. Caligula wasn’t known for his leniency, patience or generosity.

Miriam went to her knees, thinking that she was to suck his cock, but his next words froze her in mid-kneel.

“No child. I want a show, lets us see your body. Dance for us.”
Miriam stepped back and dropped her loincloth to the floor. Her oiled body glistened in the lamplight as she began to gyrate her hips in a circular sway. She danced a few steps she had learned. Anole, who had been watching in fear of Miriam’s life, dropped her covering and joined her lover on the floor. Her blackness counter pointed the sepia’d whiteness of Miriam’s milky skin.

Together, they danced and twisted. Entwining their bodies and then parting in a dance of their hearts. The audience clapped a slow rhythm that the two picked up and kept time with. Soon they came together and danced the dance they knew so well, their secret dance of lust and want. They forgot the audience and entered that place they reserved for each other, where their souls entwined in the age-old waltz of lovers.

The clapping increased in tempo as their passion grew. Miriam and Anole ignored the voyeurs and gave themselves to each other once more. Soon they screamed their respective orgasm in a simultaneous filling of mouths with each other’s come as they writhed on the mosaic floor.

Everyone clapped their approval. Cheers rang out and coins rained down on the two girls. Everyone signalled their enjoyment of the spectacle, except Caligula, who sat silently with his head to one side.

“Bravo! Little ones;” He spoke in Hebrew. “But it wasn’t enough, send the black for a dog, a large dog and let us see you be fucked by him.” The look of horror was what he really wanted to see, that and these two debase themselves for his pleasure.

Resigned to her fate, Miriam explained as best she could to Anole what was to come and sent her off to fetch Janus’s Pharaoh hound.

She returned with the dog on a leash. Nervously, he entered the area and looked at the ring of people, his pointed ears pert and twitching in nervousness. Anole led him to Miriam who petted his noble head and settled him down.

He licked her hand and as she knelt beside him, then licked her breasts. Miriam stroked his short coat, trying to overcome her nervousness. Gradually, she worked her stroking to his cock and was rewarded by the appearance of his purple veined muscle as it emerged from its furry sheath.

Anole held his head and guided him to her hairy mons, letting him smell her first and then, send his snake like tongue out to taste her. Anole spread her legs to allow the dog better access.

Miriam’s fingers had circled the dog’s cock and gently rubbed him to full erection. He humped against her hand and precum coated her fingers. She looked up to Anole who was now enjoying the sensation of his tongue. Their eyes met and a silent understanding passed between them. Anole lifted his head and made space for Miriam to crawl under the dog. Working together, they manipulated the dog into position and Anole guided his cock to Miriam’s opening.

Instinct took over; a sudden hunch of his hips buried his cock into her cunt. Miriam gasped and cried out as he invaded her body. In all of her predicaments, she had never had anything enter her quite so deeply or so large. Her first reaction was pain as he thrust into her in a violent and rapid stroke, each thrust embedding his cock further into her. Miriam’s muscles relaxed and accommodated the violation. The dog gripped her waist in a vice like embrace and drove himself deeper into her body. Miriam gasped and screamed as his knot passed between her lips. His humping slowed and became a deeper, more meaningful pelvic thrust. She felt as if she were on fire from the ravishing.

Anole lay down and spread her legs, inviting Miriam to suck her cunt while the dog filled her with his cum. Miriam’s tongue went to work, it helped her to focus her mind on anything other than the huge dog cock that was locked into her. He let loose a cry that is peculiar to his breed and emptied his seed deep into her body. Gush after hot gush flooded her womb in a scalding torrent for a few minutes until he had spent his seed. His natural urge to break free evinced a scream of pure pain that tore at Miriam’s throat. He realised that they were locked and only succeeded in turning arse to arse in the classic dog tie position.

Anole creamed in a frenzy of head thrashing and pelvic arches as Miriam’s tongue lashed her sex and her teeth grated against her clit. Miriam’s fingers explored her “G” Spot, which brought Anole to her shuddering and grand mal climax in a scream of pure lust.

Eventually, the dog managed to get away from Miriam and ran off. The noise from the audience as they bayed and hooted their appreciation of the scene played before them, frightened it into bolting into the house. Miriam and Anole were both spent and lay slightly apart, exhausted and impervious to the braying audience or the money that rained down around them.

“Thank you.” Caligula’s voice cut through the air. “For the first time in a long time, I have a hard-on. Look at this.” His rigid cock stood proud and twitched. “You, finish me off; now!”

Anole rushed over to comply, her eighteen-year-old mouth enveloped him and sucked greedily until he grunted and sprayed her tonsils. She swallowed, almost gratefully and then stepped back, head bowed, waiting his response.

“You have both done well. I grant you your freedom and a state pension of three hundred Dinah per year. I hope you both live well and prosper. Caligula rose and then, imperially, departed the party with his entourage.

Miriam and Anole lived as lovers until Anole died in her fortieth year. Miriam; heart broken; committed suicide soon after Anole’s death.

Janus divorced Antonius, poison being too good for him and took a lover. They left Rome and took a governorship in Gaul. Antonius never returned to public life. His political future in ruins, he retired to his vineyard in Sorrento.

Caligula; Well his history is a story for another pen.

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