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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 14
LAURA SUCKS COCKS

The next couple of days – Thursday and Friday – consolidated the changes in Laura’s life.

Each morning she arrived early at work, and went into Alistair’s office to let him play with her pussy. On Thursday, remembering the embarassment of having Alistair’s cum on her tits and face, Laura asked if she could just suck on his cock instead of having to race to get it in her mouth when he was about to cum. Alistair clearly enjoyed the pretty lesbian asking to pleasure him with her mouth, but realised what was motivating Laura’s request. Instead of giving her permission to suck his dick, he instead made her an offer: on any day when she gave him permanent permission to use her in a new way during these morning sessions, she would be allowed to take his penis in her mouth. On any day when she didn’t he would cum on her tits and face.

That first Thursday, Laura was too horrified by the thought of giving Alistair even more power to agree. Instead, Alistair made her beg to be allowed to suck his cock while he played with her pussy. However, when he approached his orgasm he gave her no warning, instead just grabbing her by the hair and pulling her forward to bring her boobs nearer to his penis. Laura moaned in humiliation and frustration as Alistair spurted cum all over her large fuckmelons.

He videotaped her afterwards with his mobile phone, filiming her as she lifted her tits to her mouth to lick off as much sperm as possible, and then massaged her large slutbags to rub the remaining cum into her skin. Laura again ended up spending the rest of the day with dried cum on her mammaries, smelling of sex. Without the aphrodisiacs in her system it was impossible for her to take her mind off her shame and humiliation. Her coworkers had no illusions about what the white stains on Laura’s cleavage were. Everywhere she went, people were calling her “slut” and “whore” behind her back. Laura wished she could run home and never come back; but she couldn’t.

At lunch on the Thursday, Michael found Laura. He made it clear that the money he had given her was a loan, and that he would be visiting Laura once a week until it was paid back, to check on his investment. Laura knew what he was implying; he wanted an experience like Laura and Erica had given him last night. Her relationship with Michael had changed from friend and friend, to whore and john, and Laura knew it. After she had assured Michael that she would see him again next Thursday night – her next weeknight free from the clinic – she had to go in the toilets and cry for a while.

The Thursday and Friday sessions at the Mayim Clinic repeated the one from Tuesday. Laura would turn up wet from the aphrodisiacs and be taken to the observation room. There she would kneel, and take plastic cocks in her mouth, and suck on them. Sometimes the machine would pull on Laura’s hair as it fucked her mouth; sometimes it wouldn’t. On the screen were images of happy girls sucking dicks, and unhappy girls with their mouths empty. A phallus pumped away in Laura’s pussy when she was sucking cock, and shocked her cunt when she wasn’t. Laura began to progressively feel happier about sucking on a penis-shaped object in her mouth – particularly when her hair was being pulled – and became more and more unhappy and stressed when the plastic cock was denied to her.

Amy didn’t turn up to either session; on both occasions it was Royce who stripped Laura, attached the machines to her face, tits, and cunt, and watched her as she sucked on the dildo. It didn’t really bother Laura now having the boy watch her as she did these things. Afterwards she would eagerly thank Royce for letting her cum, and for looking at her naked, and for shocking her cunt sometimes. On Thursday she had to be prompted to say those things but on Friday she said them all by herself.

On Friday morning in Alistair’s office Laura was in a dilemma. She was supposed to be a secretary that day at an important inter-departmental meeting. If she turned up with cum on her tits the whole department would know what a whore she was; worse, departmental heads would be there, and she could be fired. Reluctantly, she agreed to an upgrade in her relationship with Alistair in exchange for getting to directly suck his dick that day. She would get completely nude from now on in her morning sessions.

Alistair eagerly agreed, and then watched the buxom lesbian undress, and then kneel naked in front of him, her fulsome tits pressed between his legs. She took his erect, hard cock into her mouth, and began to quietly suck on it. Sighing happily, he reached out to grab her hair, and used it to pull her face tight against his balls. To his surprise, she made a delighted moaning sound as he painfully tugged on her hair, so he did it again, and was rewarded by her sucking becoming more energetic.

It didn’t take him long to cum; his dick filled Laura’s mouth with cum, and he was very satisfied to feel her swallow it all eagerly. He used her hair to hold her face against his groin until his dick softened; she slowly sucked the last of his semen from his cock while she waited. His bladder was full and he felt the sudden temptation to just piss in the little pink-haired slut’s mouth, but thought that that would probably be pushing on the submission he had obtained from her so far. Regretfully, he let her go, and she pulled away from his dick, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Alistair was even more surprised when she thanked him. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth. Thank you for looking at me naked,” she said. She seemed as surprised by what she was saying as he was, and she blushed deeply as she said it. He didn’t know what to say in response, so he settled for just patting her on the head and saying, “Good slut,” as though she was a horny dog.

Throughout it all, Laura thought about what was happening to her. Was the Mayim Clinic’s therapy making her want to fuck men? Was she turning into a slut? As to the first, she dismissed it. Sure, she was coming to enjoy having a cock-shaped obejct in her mouth. But that was just an oral fixation, right? As a child, she’d sucked her thumb until the age of six, and she still enjoyed lollipops and icy poles. She liked sucking on things. It didn’t mean she specifically wanted men. She enjoyed sucking on the strap-on dildo when it was on her girlfriend, after all. (But not quite as much, a traitorous part of her mind suggested.)

And was she a slut? No, she was just doing what she needed to do to protect herself and Erica. That wasn’t being a slut; that was being adult. If she was walking around with her pussy dripping and cum drying on her tits because she wanted to, that would be slutty. But doing it because she was being forced to was completely different.

Laura’s opinion on this would flip back and forth: sometimes she had herself convinced that she was a proud lesbian hero, looking after herself and the girl she cared about. When she felt like this, she would lovingly caress and kiss Erica at home, and make love to her gently. But at other times the shame and self-loathing about the way she was spending more and more of her time acting like a fucktoy would overwhelm her, and when it did she took it out on her girlfriend, raping and hurting the poor girl and filling her orifices with piss and pig sperm.

Laura could see that Erica was scared of her these days. When Erica accidentally did things that might annoy Laura, Laura could see Erica involuntarily flinch. Erica was submitting to Laura more and more easily, and she never questioned Laura’s demands or resisted them anymore. Every day Laura always came home to find Erica naked and kneeling and ready to be fucked. A part of Laura felt horrified at what she was doing to the girl she loved, but another, stronger, part really, really liked having such a pretty sex slave to use and abuse.

(To be continued…)

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A party where anything goes, and no one leaves.

“We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.”
-Francois de La Rochefoucauld

***

Miranda turned to say something to Richard and saw that he wasn’t there. Only then did she realize she had no idea where she was.

She was standing on a patio attached to a house she didn’t recognize. It was night, and the tide was coming in on the beach below, and the fog was coming with it. She hugged her bare arms and retreated inside, closing the French doors behind her.

The lights were off, but the room was lit by a dozen grinning jack-o-lanterns on a table. That’s right, she thought, it’s Halloween. But where am I? And where is Richard?

Miranda circled the room, looking for anything familiar, trailing her fingers over the tops of tables and along the pattern of the wallpaper, but it was no good. She could not remember how she came to be in this house.

She found the door and went into the hall. There were voices coming from somewhere nearby, and music. She followed the sounds.

She started when she passed a mirror and saw what she was wearing. She looked herself up and down, taking in the purple dress, the red and gold embroidered shawl, the white party mask, and the silver tiara she wore on top of her head. She smoothed her hands over the fabric, wondering where the costume had come from, as she didn’t remember ever seeing it before.

She looked at the tiara. Am I princess, she thought, or a queen?

“Do you like it?” said a voice behind her. In the mirror she saw a tall man dressed all in red standing at her shoulder. He wore a red cape with a hood, and a mask of a skull over his face. She turned and threw her arms around him.

“Richard!” she said. “There you are. I was looking for you and—“

She stopped. The body of the man she was hugging was cold and rigid, like a statue. She backed away. The man in red nodded slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said. “I thought you were someone I knew.”

“I am,” said the man. “I am not, however, your husband.” He took her hand and brought it up as if to kiss it, though his mask prevented it. She shivered and took her hand back. It was cold.

“Is this your house?” she said.

“Yes,” said the stranger.

“Then I know this will sound strange,” said Miranda, “but could you tell me what’s going on? I really don’t remember how I got here.”

“That does not sound strange at all,” said the man. “You are here because you are my guest at tonight’s party. Which reminds me: It’s time we both got back. Shall we?”

He took her by the arm and led her down the hall. She followed, bewildered. He opened a door and the sound of voices and music poured in. They came to a great room decorated all in blue: blue walls, blue carpet, blue upholstery on the furniture, a pulsing arrangement of strange blue lights, and a blue crystal chandelier hanging over it all. The man in red closed the door behind them. The room was full of people in costumes and masks, a swirling mass of colors and voices. Miranda felt suddenly dizzy at the sight of it all and put a hand on the strange man’s arm for support, though he was unpleasant to touch

“Would you care for a drink?” said the stranger.

“No, thank you. Do you know if my husband is here? I’m afraid I don’t know what he’d be wearing, but—”

“I know exactly what he’s wearing, and I may even know where he is. Would you like for us to find him?”

Without waiting for an answer, he led her on. A troupe of faceless mummers marched past, and behind them a man in black with a wide-brimmed hat and a ghastly mask, and behind him a woman dressed as a cat, and then a soldier in full dress uniform, and then the Man in the Iron Mask, and on and on it went in a never-ending parade. Everything in the room seemed to spin and the music made her want to dance and dance and she had to stop herself from becoming lost in it.

“This is all so strange,” she said.

“But that shouldn’t bother you at all,” said the stranger. “It’s only Halloween.”

Miranda’s dress snagged on Poseidon’s trident and she had to slow down to keep from ripping it. “Are you sure Richard is here?” she asked.

“Very sure,” said the stranger. “I wouldn’t forget meeting a man like that.”

***

Richard sniffed the air and smoothed the wolf mask over his face. He counted his breaths and rolled his feet with each step to move quietly. He was hunting

There was a woman nearby. He could smell her. He could smell a great many things with the wolf mask on, thousand and thousands of distinctive, overlapping scents. Through the mask, colors looked brighter and objects appeared sharper and more distinct, and he could hear things too, so many sounds he had never even realized were there.

He’d left the main party downstairs. Miranda was out there somewhere, but he’d left her behind too, following the scent. The woman, whoever she was, had gone off alone, and Richard, curious, had followed her. The flickering faces of jack-o-lanterns were the only lights in the hallway, but it was enough for him to pick out her footprints in the dust. Such delicate little feet.

A sour smell wafted out of a doorway, distracting him. Curious, Richard looked and found a small room with a four-poster bed. A man dressed as a legionnaire, his mask torn and his costume covered in blood, lay on the bed, trying to stand but apparently lacking the strength. The comforter was soaked with blood too.

The soldier saw Richard and reached toward him. “Please help me,” he said.

Richard closed the door and walked away.

He followed the scent of the woman’s perfume down the hall. He came to a room that was all in yellow, and though it was a large room set up for the party there was no one here but the woman. She was wearing a gossamer white gown with some kind of elaborate headdress, and a white mask over her eyes.

“Are you the Big Bad Wolf?” she said. She was looking out the window. The glass was tinted red.

“I’m not that bad,” he said. “Are you lost?”

“No,” she said. “I came up here looking for something.”

“What’s that?” said Richard.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I can’t remember. But the man in red said I’d find it here.”

Richard closed the distance between them one step at a time.

“I like your costume,” he said. “What are you supposed to be?”

“Dido, Queen of Carthage,” she said. “Isn’t it perfect? The man in red said that it suits me.”

“He was right,” said Richard. Now that he was closer he smelled what was under her perfume: fear, loneliness, regret, pride, and anger. His mouth watered.

“I think it suits me too,” she said. “But I don’t think I like it.”

“Why not?” said Richard.

She frowned, and the smell of regret became stronger. “You know what happened to Dido, don’t you?”

“No,” said Richard. He was very close now.

“Nothing good,” said the woman.

“Then it’s the part you were born for,” he said. And before she could scream, he grabbed her. He put his hand over her mouth and pushed her against the wall.

For a second he hesitated. And then he imagined that she was Miranda, and his hesitation went away.

***

Miranda was having trouble keeping up with the man in red. The crowd always parted for him but then it closed around her, and she was struggling against a sea of clowns, ghosts, devils, knights, lords, ladies, fairies, mermaids, and monsters. More than once she thought the mob would carry her away.

They’d left the Blue Room and passed through one similarly decked in green, and now he lead her on into a room of deep violet. Everywhere there was drinking and dancing and food and absolutely everyone wore a mask. The throbbing beat of the music unsettled Miranda, and she felt it was somehow pushing her back with every step she took.

A harlequin detached from the crowd and stood in her way. “Posso aiutarti?” he said. “Quale e il suo nome? Di dove sei?”

She tried to walk around him but several more masked men blocked her.

“She doesn’t understand you, Arlechinno,” said a man with a beaked mask and a loud voice.

“I was only trying to be polite,” said the harlequin. “Are you alone at the party, little dolcezza? Do you need a chaperone?”

“Move,” said Miranda, and the crowd burst into giggles.

“She’s not your type,” said a man in a bright red mask with a crocodile’s snout. “She wants Fanfarone. All women want Fanfarone.”

“Not Columbina!” said a voice in the crowd.

“Or Isabella!”

“Or me!”

More laughter. Miranda was ready to make a break for it when the man in red stepped into the knot of partygoers and scattered them. “Away, away,” he said. “This one is my guest.”

The masked men left in a hurry. The stranger nodded at Miranda. “Excuse them, please,” he said. “They are used to indulging themselves.”

“You left me behind,” she said.

“You did not keep up.”

“It’s not easy to run in this dress you know.”

“I know,” said the man. “You never did tell me if you liked it.”

“The costume?”

“Yes,” said the man. “I picked it out just for your, Miranda. I picked everyone’s costumes and I put a lot of thought into them. The only rules at my party are that you must come in costume and that you must keep your mask on at all times.”

“Wait a minute,” Miranda said. He was turning away, but she touched his sleeve to stop him. “Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“I told you: I’m someone you know.”

“But who?” She peered into the eyes behind his mask. He stood up straight and raised his voice to be heard over the din of the crowd:

“’He was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. His vesture was dabbled in blood — and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.’”

He looked at her, as if waiting. Miranda shook her head. “I don’t understand?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” said the man. “I am the Red Death.”

***

Richard had expected a struggle. In fact, he’d been looking forward to it. To his surprise, Dido threw her arms around him instead. He felt her nipples through the thin fabric of her costume.

“Finally,” she said. “What took you so long?”

“I just got here?” said Richard.

“But I’ve been looking for you all night,” she said. She kissed him under his mask and bit his lower lip. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever. But it’s fine now, so long as you’re with me, and we’ll be together always. We will be together, won’t we?”

She smelled like fear and he heard her heartbeat accelerate, but he knew it was not him she was afraid of.

“You don’t have to answer,” she said. “Just love me. Please, love me.”

He squeezed her ass with both hands. This time when she tried to kiss him he pushed her away. This seemed to excite her, and when she tried yet again he put a hand on her throat and forced her to her knees. She moaned and rolled her eyes, sucking his fingers into her mouth.

I cannot possibly be this lucky, he thought.

She tugged down the straps of her dress, squeezing her tits and shaking them. “Does this please you?” she said.

He growled.

“I only want to please you,” she said, running fingers around her erect nipples. “I would do anything for you, my hero, my champion, my lover. Tell me what you want and it’s all yours.”

Definitely nuts, he thought. She licked one of her own nipples and winked at him. “You know I’m a queen, but tonight I’ll be your slave.”

He touched his mask, as if to remind himself it was there. Hers hid her eyes. For a second he wanted to turn and leave, to run away in fact, and go back and find Miranda and then leave this house altogether. But he remembered what the man in red told him about having a night to do what he wanted. All his life he never got to do what he wanted. He felt hunger gnawing inside, and he grabbed Dido by her hair. She moaned again.

“I want everything,” he said.

***

The Red Death bowed, sweeping his cape back. Miranda frowned.

“The Red Death?” she said. “You mean like the Poe story?”

“Very much so,” said the Red Death. “You recognize the motif, don’t you? You’ll find it all here: the colored rooms, the costumed guests, and the great black clock that tolls the hours. And me, of course.”

“It’s a strange idea for a party,” she said. “And you still haven’t told me anything. Who are you really? How did I get here? Where is my husband?”

“So many questions,” said the Red Death. “Why don’t you forget about all of that and enjoy yourself for a little while? You’re my guest, and I’d like for you to exercise your liberty as long as you’re here. Tonight I want you to do anything you want as long as it pleases you. I would like that very much.”

“What I really want right now is to find Richard and leave,” she said. She expected a rejoinder, but when she looked up the Red Death was gone. She turned around and around, but he’d vanished into the crowd.

“Oh hell,” she said.

Miranda looked up the stairs, and then back the way they’d come. She could not see anything in either direction through the wall of people. Well, she thought, Richard is probably looking for me too, so maybe I should just wait in one spot. She found an empty corner of a couch along the wall of the Violet Room and sat down. It was almost a minute before he realized what was going on around her.

She looked at the couple next to her on the couch and did a double take when she saw that the woman, who was naked except for a grass skirt, a lei, and a feathered mask, was giving a blowjob to a turbaned man whose silver mask covered his entire face. Her lips slid over his naked cock and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, licking around and around the head, but her eyes were on Miranda, watching her. When the woman saw Miranda watching back she winked.

A foot down the long couch was another couple, an angel with black wings bobbing her head up and down on a pharaoh’s cock, and next to them a woman naked except for a mask over her eyes was on all fours between two men. The couch was a line of masked couples and trios in various states of undress and various states of intimacy.

Miranda realized she was staring, but did not look away. The music in the room was creeping into her again, and she noticed that the group’s movements were all in time to the beat. And then she realized that someone had sat down next to her and had a hand on her leg.

“Vieni qui e baciami,” said the harlequin. “Le tue labbra sono dolci come il miele.”

She jumped up and ran for the stairs. Hysterical laughter followed her.

I can’t wait to get out of here, she thought.

At the top of the stairs she found the Orange Room. The color scheme gave her a headache, but everyone here looked clothed, and no one had followed her. She stopped the first person she saw, a man dressed as Cyrano de Bergerac, his mask consisting of an enormous false nose.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I’m looking for…well, I’m not sure who. Our host, I guess? The man in red?”

“Parlez-vous Francais?” said Cyrano. “Comment vous appellez-vous?”

Miranda blinked. “Oh. Excuse me,” she said. She backed away and stumbled into a man dressed as a samurai, with a scowling war mask.

“Chotto matte kudasai,” said the samurai. “John wo sagashite imasu.”

“Sorry!” she said. She heard jingling bells and came face to face with a man in a manic, grinning mask and a jester’s cap.

“Excuse me?” she said, “I’m sorry, I’m all mixed up here.”

The man laughed. “That sir which serves and seeks for gain and follows but for form, will pack when it begins to rain, and leave thee in the storm!” he said.

“Um,” said Miranda. “Well, thank you for that. I think I’ll keep looking for my husband…”

“He’s mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf,” said the man. “Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the staves’ end as well as a man in his case may do, but many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”

Miranda heard a woman’s voice in her ear: “Don’t mind him, he’s just a Fool.”

A woman whose costume was an antique wedding dress with a veil that came down to just above her mouth took Miranda by the hand and pulled her to the edge of the crowd. The Fool ran after them, singing.

“Come away, come away, death, and in sad cypress let me be laid! Fly away, fly away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid!” he sang, and then he disappeared into the crowd, laughing.

“That was strange,” said Miranda.

“It’s that kind of night,” said the woman.

“I know what you mean. I have no idea what’s going on.”

“No one seems to,” said the woman. “It’s the same story with every person I talk to: No one knows how they even got here. But I guess they don’t care as long as there’s a party.” She smiled, and Miranda could make out two dark eyes behind the veil. “I’m Carmilla.”

“Miranda.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Carmilla. “I’m trying to find the way out, how about you?”

“I’m trying to find my husband.”

“Has he gone astray?” said Carmilla. “Or was he a stray to begin with? Well come on, we’ll look for him together. That way if we get more lost at least we’ll be lost with one another.”

Carmilla squeezed Miranda’s hand, and Miranda squeezed back. Together they made their way through the crowd, slipping away from the party down a hallway lit by rows of jack-o-lanterns.

***

Richard slid his cock into Dido’s mouth, forcing her head to stay perfectly still. She gagged a little but offered no resistance. He growled, twining her hair around his fingers and pushing until he came to the back of her mouth. Her tongue was pinned, wriggling, under his shaft. He kept it there for a moment, letting her wet lips suck on the base, and then he pulled her head back until his cock popped free. She gasped, her lips forming a ring, and he waited until she was halfway through inhaling before sticking it back in. She choked, but still did not resist.

He had his back to the wall and she was on her knees, hands behind her. He pushed with his hips, fucking her mouth. Most of his costume was gone, but he kept the mask on. She reached up to put her arms around him and he slapped her hands away. The second time she did he twisted her arm and she screamed, but moaned right after.

He could tell she was afraid, but not of him. This annoyed him. He pushed himself all the way inside, filling her mouth, and then began fucking her throat with short thrusts, never taking himself out but instead grinding against her pouty lips. She moaned around him, her voice vibrating his shaft, and her mouth continued to make wet, obscene noises. She moved her head around and around in a circle, sometimes drawing him out so that he was forced to push it back in.

Richard felt himself growing angrier. His cock throbbed and his muscles tensed into knots. He dug his fingers into the flesh of his palms and clenched his jaw. She was taunting him, he thought. She wanted him to hurt her. But he didn’t; that would be giving in. Instead he let her work, remaining perfectly still while she bobbed up and down, mechanically pumping him. He pulled her hair once, casually, but for the most part did not touch her.

Dido increased her pace. She reached up, not for him but to squeeze her own breasts, massaging them in circles. From one of the other rooms of the party Richard heard the rhythmic thump of music, and he realized that her movements and his were in time with it, and that even his heart seemed to beat to half-heard strains. He cupped her face in his hand, hard enough that she winced.

She licked her lips and said, “Was that enough for you? Or can I do more?”

He pushed her to the ground and ripped her dress off, leaving her in only her mask. He crouched over her, spreading her legs. She smelled like anger, and pity, and disdain.

“Now,” she said, “are you going to be a little bitch, or are you going to be a real man?”

He glared at her.

“Show me then,” she said, lips curling. “Show me.”

He buried half the length of him inside of her with one thrust. She was incredibly wet, and he slid in without resistance. She rolled her eyes back into her head.

“Good,” she said. “Again.”

He gave another thrust, pushing the other half in. Her legs squeezed his body. She dragged her nails over the floorboards.

“Again.”

He started to pump her violently, rocking overt her body, pushing with all the force that his arched back and squared shoulders could exert.

“Harder!”

He held onto her hips, fingers threatening to bruise her flesh. He drew all the way out and penetrated anew with each thrust, grunting and growling. Her naked back rubbed against the hardwood, but she did not ask him to slow or relent, instead panting over and over again:

“Harder! Harder! Harder!”

He clapped a hand over her mouth. He poured out exertion, trying to drown his thoughts in the rough, needy, desperate pounding. His muscles ached and sweat matted his hair. He couldn’t stop. His cock slammed into her again and again. Her pussy was saturated. He choked because he couldn’t slow down enough to take a breath.

She was completely naked, her entire sweaty, writhing body his for the taking, but he felt somehow that really she was completely hidden from him except for her eyes. Only her eyes, behind her mask, were truly visible. One moment he thought they were Dido’s eyes, and then they were Miranda’s, and now they were those of nameless, faceless women he’d been with in the past, or ones he’d dreamed about, or those he’d never met. Eventually he had to close his own eyes and then, in the dark, she was no woman at all, safe and anonymous.

He grabbed her thrashing, wriggling body and held it down, constricting her into the closest semblance of stillness that he could. He narrowed his focus down to the feeling of hot, flushed, sweaty, pliant flesh underneath him. He begins to cum, releasing a steady stream into the confines of her pussy. He gushed and she screamed, and she broke free of his grip, clawing him and biting him, swearing and snarling and convulsing. This went on until he was spent and then he pushed her away, standing and stretching.

He did not feel satisfied. His anger was still there. He dressed in silence. She watches him, still naked on the floor. She stroked his bare ankles and giggled when he kicked her away.

“That was fun,” she said. “When are you going to be ready for another round?”

Richard said nothing.

“Is your wife at the party?”

He looked at her.

“I can see the mark of the ring on your finger.” She shook her head. “I don’t mind. She should join us.”

He went to the door.

“You’re leaving?” she said, sitting up.

“Yes,” said Richard.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” he said.

“What about me?” she said.

“What about you?”

She sat on the floor, covering herself with the shredded remains of her costume. “Of course you’re leaving,” she said. “Dido’s lover always leaves. And she stays. And then she…she…”

But Richard was already gone. He crept back down the hall, closing the door to the Yellow Room behind him. What does Dido do, he thought, when her lover leaves? It didn’t matter. He needed something else now, but he wasn’t sure what.

Richard passed the little bedroom again, and again stuck his head inside. The wounded soldier was still there. The blood was now overflowing onto the carpet. Richard thought the man must be dead, but when he came closer he saw that the soldier was taking shallow breaths, and every now and then he blinked.

“Doctor,” he said, with much effort. “Get me…a doctor.”

Richard looked him over. “I can if you want,” he said. “But it looks too late to me.”

The man groaned. “That fucking bitch. I can’t believe she did it.”

“Who?”

“This crazy bitch in a vampire costume,” said the soldier. “She actually bit me! Oh Christ, it hurts!”

Richard saw something gleam on the bedspread. He found two pointed metal objects, covered in blood.

“You see?” said the soldier. “She broke her fucking fake fangs off on me. Can you believe that? What kind of a fucking psycho—?” He coughed up blood, drowning whatever he said next.

“Looks like she got you pretty good,” said Richard. “I don’t think you’ve got much longer.”

“Should have stayed away,” said the soldier. “Shouldn’t even have come in. I don’t even know how I got here…”

Richard counted to himself. After two minutes passed without the man taking a breath, he leaned in close to the body. The bite mark had a ragged edge. The entire room smelled of raw flesh. Richard’s stomach growled. Before he knew what he was doing, he climbed up onto the bed, leaning over the dead man. He licked his lips and slid his tongue over his teeth, wondering if they were sharp enough to tear the meat.

As he reached out, he knocked his mask askew. As soon as he did, he jerked his hand away. The smell of blood became sour, and he felt dazed. What’s going on, he thought; what am I doing?

A hand readjusted his mask for him. Once it was on straight, he felt normal again. He saw the Red Death at the bedside.

“Thanks,” said Richard, smoothing the mask over his face again.

“My pleasure,” said the Red Death. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“You bet,” he said. “Sorry about this mess.”

“It wasn‘t your fault,” said the Red Death. “The vampire costume always causes problems. Although I see you’ve stained your pelt.”

The Red Death waved a hand and Richard’s costume and mask became spotless again.

“There,” said the Red Death. “By the way, I thought I should let you know that your wife is looking for you.”

Richard’s ears perked up. “Miranda?”

“Yes. She asked me where you were. She‘s over in the east wing right now. I can take you to her, if you like?”

Richard climbed off the bed. “I‘ll find her on my own,” he said.

“As you wish. This is your party, after all. Enjoy yourself however you see fit. I want you to do whatever pleases you tonight.”

But Richard wasn’t listening. He sniffed the air, searching for her scent. He licked his lips again. Ah, he thought, the thrill of the hunt.

As he went along, the Red Death followed him, too. He knew it was there, but was not afraid. It was a comfort knowing that death stayed behind him, and would be there when he found Miranda.

***

Miranda and Carmilla left the Green Room. Sounds of moaning and bodies pressing against each other followed. They went a ways down the hall, stopping amid a cluster of jack-o-lanterns and then bursting into giggles.

“Well,” said Carmilla, “that obviously wasn’t the right way. Although, it could be right, with the right company…”

Miranda blushed. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

“Not a one.”

Miranda looked around. “You know, I swear I’ve been through the Green Room already, but it was downstairs.”

“Maybe there’s more than one,” said Carmilla.

“No, it was the same room,” said Miranda. “I recognized it. But it wasn’t in the same place. Does that make sense?”

“Nope,” said Carmilla. Her veil moved a little when she talked. “I think it was probably just a different room entirely and that you’re mixed up. I can’t believe you were looking at the room at all. There was SO much else to look at.”

They laughed again. Despite their joking, Miranda did not feel cheerful. She was sure that it really had been the same room, and she was also sure that they were now going back the way they came but that nothing was the same. The music from the Green Room followed them, and she had to stop herself from walking in time with it. Her mask felt tight and restrictive.

“Maybe we shouldn’t leave,” said Carmilla. “I’m having a good time. When we find your husband, we should go back.”

“What?”

“Well, not to that room,” said Carmilla. “But one of them.”

Miranda shuddered. “I don’t like this house, or this party. And I don’t like that man, the Red Death.”

“He is strange,” said Carmilla. “But did you hear his voice? To die for!”

Miranda said nothing. The hallway seemed to go on and on forever. Rows and rows of grinning, candlelit faces greeted them. They were quite lost by now, although she wondered what that even meant when you weren’t sure where you’d started in the first place. Miranda and Carmilla stood at the intersection of two hallways, looking each way.

“Just how big is this house anyway?” said Miranda.

Carmilla flopped down on a fainting couch in a nearby culvert. “Maybe we should have left a trail of breadcrumbs?”

“Wouldn’t have helped,” said Miranda, sitting next to her. “There are too many people in squirrel and pigeon costumes running around.”

She raised her mask up to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Carmilla clucked her tongue.

“Not supposed to do that,” she said. “Masks on at all times. Rules are rules.”

“What are they going to do, kick us out?” said Miranda. “I’d thank them if they did. At least then we’d know where the front door was.”

Carmilla sat up a little more. “You have the most beautiful eyes,” she said.

“Thank you,” said Miranda, putting her mask back on. Carmilla began rubbing Miranda’s shoulders. Miranda shrugged.

“It’s really not so bad here,” said Carmilla.

“It’s horrible. Who are these people?”

“Folks like you and me,” said Carmilla.

“We deserve a better crowd.”

“At least we have each other.”

“Yes, but—” said Miranda, and then Carmilla kissed her. She was so surprised she almost fell over, but Carmilla twined her arms around her.

The kiss went on for some time. Miranda thought she should stop it, but by then almost a minute had already passed. Carmilla’s lips were wet and their bodies were crushed together, the other woman’s breasts pressed against hers. Carmilla’s nails dragged over Miranda’s bare arms and shoulders. Miranda’s heartbeat quickened. Though they’d left the main party, she thought she heard music still. She felt it carrying her away, like it did for a moment on the dance floor in the Blue Room. She imagined laying Carmilla down on the couch, here in their private little nook and kissing her mouth, and neck, and breasts, and then drawing her skirts up.

The mask seemed to press tighter over her face, and Carmilla’s teeth grazed her lips, and then—

“No,” she said, standing up. Carmilla broke away and stood too, turning to face the wall.

“Oh my god,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay,” said Miranda. She was glad Carmilla had turned around, so she couldn’t see her blushing. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You must think I’m—” said Carmilla, and Miranda put a hand on her shoulder, though she was careful not to touch the bare skin.

“I got carried away for a second too,” she said. “I don’t think it’s us. Anyway, no harm done.” She smiled and Carmilla smiled back. Continuing on, they walked in silence, picking a corridor almost at random.

“Just think:” said Carmilla. “It’s your husband we’re looking for, but I’m the one dressed as a bride.”

“It suits you,” said Miranda.

“Yes, but I ruined it,” said Carmilla. “I lost part of it earlier tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“I lost my fangs. See, I’m not just supposed to be a bride; I was a vampire too.”

***

The trail was still fresh, but Richard lost it in the Green Room. Too many sweating bodies too close to one another; there was no chance of following her through this. He growled.

There was a sound of bells and he caught a whiff of Miranda’s scent. Richard saw a man in a mask covered in diamonds and grabbed his arm. “I’m looking for a woman,” he said. “My wife. I think you might have spoken to her?”

“Posso aiutarti?” said the harlequin. “Non ti preoccupare!”

Richard blinked. “Are you screwing with me?”

“Succhiami il cazzo,” said the harlequin.
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Richard saw a closet and pushed the harlequin inside; the harlequin struggled, but Richard was stronger, and no one could hear the other man shouting. He switched the light on and closed the door, then took the other man’s mask off and threw it away. The man stood there, blinking in the light, looking stunned.

“Chi? Di che cosa…um…I’m sorry, I don’t really know what’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?”

Richard put his hands around the man’s throat and squeezed. “Now, let’s try this again,” he said. “I’m looking for a woman…”

***

It seemed they had moved up another floor somehow, though Miranda did not remember any stairs. “This is the strangest house,” she said.

“Do you hear that?” said Carmilla. Miranda listened, and heard a ticking noise. They looked into an open doorway and at first Miranda thought that the room was dark, but then she realized that no, it was just black: black walls, black ceiling, black carpets, black furniture. In the center of the room was a great black wooden cabinet nearly eight feet tall, and that was the source of the ticking.

“It’s a grandfather clock,” said Miranda. “Like in the story.”

“Story?” said Carmilla.

“‘The Masque of the Red Death.’ This whole party is set up like it, with the colored rooms and everything. That ticking is odd, though…”

“It’s not that odd for a clock to tick.”

“But listen to it. It’s like the music downstairs. It kind of gets in your head and…let’s keep going.”

They skirted past the Black Room. Across the hall was another open doorway.

“Looks like the White Room” said Miranda. “It’s empty though. Do you think we should cut through here?”

“Wait!” said Carmilla, but Miranda stepped in and for a moment she was dazzled by what might have been a burst of light or might have just been the white interior of the room. The door slammed shut behind her.

When the spots faded from her eyes she saw that the room was now filled with people. Or perhaps they weren’t people? They were gauzy and unreal, like a film projection on a wall, a crowd of ghostly white dancers almost invisible against the white-paneled walls. Their trailing hands brushed her clothes as they swept past.

There was music, and before she knew it she was swaying in time with it.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” said the Red Death. He put his hand through one of the ghostly figures, scattering it and then watching it melt back together and dance away. “They’re for you.”

He stood next to her, and the ghostly men and women danced in a circle around them, and now Miranda was dancing too. The ghost dancers passed her from one partner to another, and she fell into step with them each in turn. She thought, for a moment, that perhaps something was terribly wrong here, but the light and the music and the touch of intangible hands on hers drowned those thoughts out.

“I really do love Halloween,” said the Red Death. “It’s a night when you feel like you can be anything. Maybe even the person you’ve always wanted to be?”

Miranda put her hands out and felt the touch of the ghostly people. It was cold, but comforting, like silk sheets or gentle rain.

“And what have you always wanted to be, Miranda?” said the Red Death. “A wife? A career woman? Or do you want more? For that matter, don’t you deserve more?”

They were pulling her along now, a dozen spectral hands plucking at her gown and taking her to a sedan chair with lace curtains. They pulled her inside and laid her down, all white lace and white silk. She nodded her head from side to side and sighed, as if dreaming.

“That’s why I made you a queen tonight,” said the Red Death. “I made you a queen, and now I’ve brought your servants. They’ll do anything you want, and give you all of the things that you deserve.”

Miranda felt pleasantly drunk. She lolled on the silk cushions, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her bare skin. Ghostly hands touched her dress, pulling it down and off, allowing her to feel more. She rolled over, letting the fabric tickle her naked breasts.

The hands moved over her, caressing her hips, thighs, legs, and ankles. The tip of a finger glided along the smooth roundness of her backside and up the length of her spine. She felt content. A pair of cold lips kissed hers, and she kissed back. She heard a woman’s voice giggle and was kissed again.

Gentle hands massaged her naked breasts, fingertips tweaking her nipples as they swelled and hardened. She gasped and felt herself flush. Someone (or something?) cupped the underside of her breasts and kissed them, cold lips tingling her hot skin. An invisible mouth began to suck, the wet flickering of a tongue sending chills up and down her as it teased her sensitive flesh.

“You see? It feels good to finally get the attention you deserve, doesn’t it?” said the Red Death. “Good to finally be adored, admired, pampered, loved…”

Miranda opened her eyes and saw the pale face of a beautiful woman smiling at her, the woman’s hair floating around her body, composed of shimmering, gauzy nothingness. The woman kissed Miranda and Miranda kissed back. The touch of the phantom lips made her even more lightheaded. Meanwhile, other figures attended to her, some trailing light kisses across her naked body, some massaging her neck, shoulders, or calves, and some running their fingers through her hair as it spilled across the pillows.

Miranda reached out to embrace the other woman but her arms went right through. She kissed the side of Miranda’s neck. Miranda moaned and her eyes rolled back as the woman’s mouth trailed down the front of her body, kissing the spot between her bare breasts, trailing along the flat plane of her stomach, teasing her belly button with the tip of a tongue before going lower, and lower, cold kisses gliding over her hip bones and then to the tops of her thighs.

Miranda licked her lips and said:

“Lower, please.”

She spread her legs and cried out as a hand slid between them and then a mouth pressed against her. She began to moan. Another figure was holding her from behind, cradling her and massaging her breasts while the woman kissed her pussy, making it wet and hot. Every now and then her eyes fluttered open and she saw a dozen faces looking at her, each one smiling and adoring. It felt so good, just lying there, naked on the sheets, letting herself be touched. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as a tongue penetrated her, and then she screamed anyway as it began to flicker around and around in a circle. The sea of touches and caresses became more insistent, as though they couldn’t get enough of her. When she reached out for them they vanished but were always there again a second later.

She grew wetter and wetter, the constant, lapping attention pushing her on. She ached and trembled.

“Isn’t this what you really want?” said the Red Death. “Not your husband, not your job, not your life out there, but this: to be the most important person; to indulge your every want; to act instead of think?”

His voice hurt her. She tried to scream but couldn’t. The ghosts huddled around her, as if to protect her, kissing and fondling her with even greater attention.

“Isn’t this the real you, Miranda?” said the Red Death. “Isn’t the mask the real you after all?”

Miranda opened her eyes. She felt cold all over. She said:

“No.”

The music stopped. The ghosts vanished. The light in the room dimmed.

“What did you say?” said the Red Death. He backed up a step.

“I said no.” Miranda gathered up her costume and put it back on, covering herself before stepping out of the sedan chair. There was no one in the room now but her and the Red Death.

“I don’t want to be waited on,” she said. “I don’t want to be worshipped. I don’t want everything.”

She threw her mask away. She threw the tiara down too. The Red Death’s eyes widened.

“My, my,” he said. “Miranda: You really are a thing to wonder at.”

“I’m leaving,” she said.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” said the Red Death.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s late in the evening. And because you can’t trust the tameness of a wolf.”

“You’re talking nonsense,” said Miranda. “I don’t have time for this.”

“As you will,” said the Red Death. The door opened again. The lights went out in the White Room and her heels clicked on the marble floor as she left.

She was back in the narrow hall. Carmilla was nowhere in sight. But she heard a door creak open and saw a leering, red-eyed wolf’s head looking at her.

“Miranda?”

“Richard!” she said. “Oh my God, honey, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Richard. His arms circled her. The fur covering his costume scratched her, but she didn’t care.

“We have to leave,” she said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we might really be in danger.”

“Yes,” said Richard, “there is danger.” His embrace grew tighter.

“Richard, I’m serious,” she said. “Something horrible is going to happen.”

“You’re right,” he said.

“Richard, are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” he said. “And I’m tired of it. I’m so tired of listening to you.”

Before she could react he had his hands around her throat. The pressure cut off her windpipe. She grabbed his wrists but couldn’t push him away. She floundered.

“Is this what you meant?” said Richard, pushing her to the ground and climbing on top, his grip tightening. “Is this horrible? Is this what you were afraid of? Well, is it?”

Miranda opened her mouth but no sound came out. Richard bared his teeth under the wolf mask. Her vision began to blur.

“I bet you were never afraid of me before, were you? Well you should have been. If you knew what I was thinking every day you’d have been damn well terrified. Do you feel it yet? Do you?”

The world went red and then black, and Miranda’s limbs became limp, and her body was heavy and sluggish. Her chest burned.

“I’m tired of just living next to you,” said Richard. “I’m sick of people only seeing your success and only talking about how wonderful you are. Tonight it’s about me. Tonight it’s what I want.” Tears ran down Richard’s mask. His knuckles went white.

Miranda tried to sit up or push him off, but he was too strong, stronger than anyone possibly could be. She felt her face swelling red and she wanted to scream, but it was impossible.

“I’m sorry,” Richard said, sobbing now. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to do this, but I have to. I have to.”

Miranda’s eyes rolled back and she went limp. The weight of Richard’s body pressed down on her. And then…

She heard a voice calling her name. The world swam back into focus for a moment and she saw Richard’s eyes, wide and bloodshot and streaming with tears behind his mask. Her arms flopped back to life, and she reached up…

Richard screamed as se gripped the side of his head and dug her thumbs into his eyes. He released her and backed away, falling against a wall. She pulled herself to her feet and when Richard stood up again she kicked him between the legs for good measure. He doubled over, howling.

Someone was still calling Miranda’s name and she ran toward the voice. Carmilla was at the bend of the hall, gaping, and Miranda grabbed her hand as she passed.

“Run!” she said.

She pulled Carmilla behind her and ducked into the first door she came to. It was a dining hall with a long oak table and expensive china and silver. Every surface was covered in dust and cobwebs. Miranda slammed the door and propped a heavy chair under the knob. Carmilla, breathless, leaned against it. “Are you okay?” she said.

Miranda tried to answer but the only sound that came out was a gargle.

“Shhh; be careful,” said Carmilla. “Your throat is bruised pretty bad.”

Miranda sagged against the wall next to her.

“Was that your husband?”

“I…I don’t know,” said Miranda.

“I don’t think he’s a keeper,” said Carmilla.

Miranda felt tears at the corners of her eyes, but stopped them.

“The way you handled him was amazing, though” said Carmilla. “I could never do something like that.”

“That’s not Richard,” said Miranda. “He’s not like that. I think it’s the mask. You remember how we’re not supposed to take them off? I think the masks are doing something to everyone. As soon as I took mine off I felt better.”

“No,” said Carmilla. “It’s not just the mask, it’s the people. Didn’t you feel it when you put yours on? It’s like the mask knows you. Like it’s your oldest friend and it knows everything about you without having to be told.” She touched her veil.

“Mine didn’t,” said Miranda.

“I guess you’re special…” said Carmilla.

The door shook as something banged against it from outside, and Miranda jumped.

“You know, I like this dress,” said Carmilla. “It makes me feel beautiful but used up.”

“Carmilla, help me move the table before he breaks the door down.”

“And I liked being a vampire,” said Carmilla, not listening. “I’ve always felt cold inside, and I never cared when I saw something bad happen to someone. I used to wonder if I really am a monster.”

More banging on the door. “Do you see another way out of this room?” said Miranda.

“I wish I could be like you instead,” said Carmilla.

“I think—” said Miranda, and then she felt a pain in her wrist. She jerked her hand up, and Carmilla backed away a few steps.

“Did you…did you just bite me?” said Miranda.

“I’m sorry,” said Carmilla. “It would have worked if I hadn’t broken my fangs earlier. We’ll have to use this instead.” She was holding a knife from off the table. She took a few steps forward.

Miranda backed away. “Carmilla, what are you doing?”

“Just hold still,” said Carmilla. “I got carried away with the guy earlier, but I know what I’m doing now. I promise it won’t hurt.”

Miranda put the table between them. Carmilla edged along the side of it. Richard was hitting the door harder and harder and from somewhere nearby the sound of music and hysterical voices seeped through the walls.

“It’s not my fault,” said Carmilla. “I just want to be like you. You’re beautiful, and brave, and strong, and I’m not. But if I have some of you inside me, maybe I will be. You wouldn’t keep it all for yourself, would you? Friends share, don’t they?”

Carmilla darted forward and Miranda ran. Carmilla stumbled and caught herself on the tablecloth, sending dishes crashing to the floor. Miranda was about to scream, but at that moment the door broke in and the chair went flying and Richard grabbed Carmilla from behind, throwing her to the floor.

“Richard, no!” said Miranda. She grabbed his mask and tore it off. His stood there, shaking and pale, eyes wide, frozen in place.

“Richard, can you hear me?” She shook him by the shoulders. “I need you to hear me. I need you to—”

Because her arms were up his slap only half-connected. She fell against the wall, and he took a second to put his mask on before coming at her. Then Carmilla jumped on his back and the two fell in a heap. Miranda watched them struggle, but when Richard pinned Carmilla down she turned and ran,

Carmilla’s screams and Richard’s howls following her down the hall.

She ran into the first door she came to and heard it slam behind her. She spun around and tugged at the knob but it wouldn’t budge. She heard the ticking of the clock and felt the black walls closing in.

“Enjoying the party?” said the Red Death.

“What did you do to Richard?” said Miranda.

“Nothing,” said the Red Death. He had one hand on the side of the grandfather clock. “I just gave him license. The rest he did himself.”

“But I took his mask off,” said Miranda.

“It’s very late in the evening now,” said the Red Death. “They won’t need to wear their masks anymore. Did you think the masks were magic? It doesn’t work like that. There’s no need put people under a spell. Just tell them that they can do whatever they want and let them think that putting on a mask is like changing into another person and that’s all the incitement they need. Can’t you hear them now?”

Through the walls Miranda heard sounds: screaming, moaning, hysterical laughter, voices crying out in horrible ecstasy.

“What are they doing?” she said.

“Some of them want to act like monsters, and some of them want to be victims, and some of them want to be tragic, or even just fuck anything that moves,” said the Red Death.

“But you’ve tricked them,” said Miranda. “You must have. People aren’t all like that.”

“The people I bring to my parties are. Except for you: I was wrong about you,” he said. “You don’t deserve to be here at all. It’s very rare that I misjudge someone. So I’m going to do something else I almost never do: I’m going to let you go.”

The door opened, and instead of the hall she saw the beach outside.

“That door will take you to freedom,” said the Red Death. “Go now, before the last stroke of midnight.”

“What happens then?” said Miranda.

“Haven’t you read the story?” He recited in a sing-song voice: “‘And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall, and Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion, over all.’”

“No!” said Miranda. “You can’t!”

“It’s already started.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s how the story ends. But it doesn’t have to end that way for you. Go now. Run and don’t look back.”

Miranda grabbed his robes and shook him. She tore the skull mask off, and underneath it his hood was empty, and the red robes went limp in her hands, and the entire costume fell, vacant, to the floor.

“Run,” said the voice of the Red Death, from all around her. “Run, Miranda. It’s time.”

The clock began to toll.

One.

Miranda looked at the open door.

Two.

She went to the clock. She had to stop the chimes. She pulled on the door to the works, but it was stuck.

Three.

She looked around for something, anything, to break it with, but the room was empty.

Four.

She beat the glass with her hands.

Five.

“It’s too late,” said the voice of the Red Death.

“Not yet,” said Miranda.

Six.

A breeze blew through the door. The red robes and mask fluttered around her feet.

Seven.

Miranda picked them up. She turned the mask over in her hand.

Eight.

“What are you doing?” said the Red Death.

“What you told me to do: Anything I want,” she said.

Nine.

She put the robes on. They were very cold. She held up the mask.

Ten.

“I can be whoever I want tonight, right?” Miranda said. “I’ve decided I want to be you.”

Eleven…

Miranda put the mask on. When she opened her eyes, she could see into every room in the house, and feel the walls and floors as though they were her own body. She stopped the clock just before the final stroke.

With a gesture she threw the doors open in every room. Mobs of frenzied partiers stopped in the midst of their revels. Every door now led outside.

“The party is over,” Miranda said, her voice audible in every room. “Get out.”

No one moved.

“Out!” Miranda said again, and then the walls shook and the floors rippled, mirrors and paintings falling as furniture overturned. People mobbed the exits, trampling each other as they poured out onto the foggy beach.

Miranda swooned and almost fainted, but forced herself to stay upright. The house was almost empty now. There was only one person left, a naked, frightened-looking man at her feet. She realized that it was Richard.

“Get out,” she said.

He sobbed, rocking back and forth. Miranda took the mask off.

“Out.”

“Miranda!”

“Get out, Richard,” she said. “Whatever you have to say—”

“Miranda, your hands!”

Miranda saw the red splotches on her palms. Blood flowed from her fingertips and she felt it gush from her nose and mouth. Her insides convulsed and she fell to her knees. Richard was staring, wide-eyed. She tried to crawl to the door, but her strength was fading.

“‘His vesture was dabbled in blood — and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror,’” the voice of the Red Death said in her ear.

Miranda tried to speak, but her mouth was bleeding, and she lacked the strength. She collapsed, and the world went red, and then black, and then it was gone altogether.

***

It was morning. The party guests found themselves lying on the beach. Most of them still wore the tattered remains of their costumes. The house was nowhere in sight.

Some were hurt. A great many were hung over. A few remembered nothing of the previous night, and more wished that they didn’t. They brushed the sand off and waded into the ocean, desperate to feel clean again.

Nearby, Miranda and the Red Death watched, unseen. She wore her own costume again, and he was dressed in his robes and mask.

“Well Miranda, you did it” he said. “You saved them. Most of them anyway. And all it cost you was your own life.”

Miranda said nothing.

“Do you think it was worth it?” said the Red Death. “None of them would have done the same for you, you know. They’re not good people.”

“No,” said Miranda. “But they can change. Everyone can change, except for the dead.”

“Indeed,” said the Red Death. “The dead never change. Isn’t that right, Carmilla?” He addressed himself to a particularly morose-looking jack-o-lantern he carried. Miranda shuddered when she saw it.

Richard sat on the beach, holding the remains of his wolf mask. There was blood under his fingernails. He tried to clean them, but it wouldn’t come out.

“What will happen to him?” said Miranda.

“He’ll probably try to pretend that nothing happened for a while,” said the Red Death. “And eventually the guilt will send him to the police. Then he’ll spend the rest of his life in some institution. Or maybe it’ll just be suicide instead; it’s a hard thing to know yourself.”

“And what about me?” said Miranda.

“It’s not for me to say,” said the Red Death. “But I’m sure you’ll get along well, whatever you do.”

The house loomed over them.

“So little time to get ready for next Halloween,” he said. “So much work to do.”

He brought the new jack-o-lanterns inside. Stopping in the doorway, he looked back at her.

“You are a remarkable woman, Miranda,” he said. “I’m glad to have met you. If you ever wish to return, my door is always open.”

The door slammed shut.

“But I know that you will not.”

The house faded away, and so did the people. Miranda was alone, on the beach, in the fog. She walked to the waterline and kicked off her shoes, wading in up to her ankles. It felt good. She stripped off the rest of her costume and threw it away. She didn’t mind the cold. It was refreshing.

She walked in no particular direction. She was free, and it was All Saints Day, and the only tracks in the sand were hers.

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Big brother CUMS home, a big happy orgy follows the next day

        Dylan was on his way home from his first year at college. He had gotten in early, at seventeen. He hadn’t seen his family in a while, and was excited. His mother had sent him a few shocking texts, explaining a VERY new situation at their house. He was extremely excited about this. He couldn’t count how many times he had relieved himself thinking about his sexy mother, or his cute little sisters, jacking off into the pairs of panties he had stolen from them before he left. He arrived home, and greeted his nude mother and sisters, followed by his father. This would take a little getting used to, but no worries.

        He stripped down as well, what the hell, certainly couldn’t hurt. They enjoyed a meal together, and his mother and father went to their room to enjoy each other. He decided to see what his sisters were up to. He opened the door to Baileys room to find them lying on the bed nude talking and kissing every once and a while. Holy hell things couldn’t be better.

        The sisters had refrained from sex the past couple days to be sure they were ready for their big brother. Especially Jade. Many a time she had looked at him with longing as more than a brother and finally she had him. He lied down in between them, and got things warmed up with a soft kiss to Bailey, his beautifully developed sister, and a longer passionate one from Jade, his little guilty pleasure. But there was no guilt anymore.

        When things got more heated, Bailey got on her knees and stroked her brother’s erect almost 6 inch cock, while Jade straddled him backwards giving him perfect access to her ass. Jade leaned over to kiss Bailey, exposing her kitty, and Dylan took this opportunity to lap at her slit. Bailey switched with her sister, and Jade sucked him off while Bailey received a finger fucking from her brother. Jade decided it was time, and layed on top of him, kissing him as she lowered herself onto him. Bailey held his balls tight and licked them when she could. Jade whimpered as the orgasm from two days holding back let loose, juice trickling from her. Bailey happily lapped it, and kissed her brother. The two passed spit and cum between their mouths. God Jade tasted sweet. Jade backed off to let Bailey have her turn.

        “You’re doing the work this time” she crooned as she lied down. Dylan got on top, and needed no encouragement as he pushed into his sister. He rubbed her nipples raw as he worked her, licking her collar all the while. He stood up and pushed his cock into her mouth and shot hot jizz down her throat. The warm feeling caused her to cum, and Jade happily assisted that area, lapping like an excited little puppy while Dylan finished, and joined her. Both sisters tasted amazing. He lied back down, and the two lied on either side of him, resting. Their breath smelled strong of many different flavors, and he loved them all. This was the beginning of a whole new relationship with his sisters, who loved him like no girl ever had.

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The next day
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        The whole family has been having the time of their lives. It’s Saturday, and mom and dad go out for a night on the town. Dylan’s girlfriend Sage shows up, and just like everyone else is shocked to see everyone nude. Dylan explains, and she has nothing against it. In fact, she finds it hot and understands his love for his sisters.

        They chill for a while while they wait for Alex, whom Jade invited as well. She strips nude to join the rest of them. She is quite cute, 16 years old, medium sized B cups with pert little nipples, and a soft round ass, mouthwatering to say the least. Alex is Jade’s 14 year old friend from school and has absolutely no experience, which should be interesting.

        He shows up, and Jade giggles as he stands speechless at the doorstep, staring at her valentine’s day heart of a behind. She gets him comfortable, and he eventually gives in and strips down.

        Everybody is jittery with excitement and they head to mom’s room, because it’s the largest. Sage and Dylan kiss, hot with love, and Jade gets Alex excited with a blowjob. While she works him, Bailey joins Dylan and Sage. Sage has never tried women before, and could hardly contain her excitement. Bailey starts by kissing and carressing her breast. She returns the favor. They stay like this for a while until Sage gets the hang of it. Bailey and Jade switch, Jade’s already finished Alex, smiling cutely with a face covered in cum. Bailey gets him going again by caressing his balls. Jade takes no time at all to slide a finger into Dylan’s already wet girlfriend. Sage grabs ahold of Jade’s ass and grips. She loves how different a women is with her, much better at pleasing for sure.

        Sage is one of the more kinky girls, and is ready for something new. Jade gives a devilish smile, and applies mom’s strap on. Meanwhile, Alex has Bailey pinned to the bed riding her like a cowboy at a rodeo Bailey bucking her hips like a bull. Sage lies back legs wide open. Dylan slides his cock in first, and Jade follows stretching sage. She moans and whimpers from the pain of both the real and fake cocks, but loves every bit of it. Jade sucks on Dylan’s finger as they pump into sage, until she cums onto the both of them. Jade laps her up and gives her a sloppy kiss, Sage clearly enjoys her own taste. Dylan leaves them be. He moves over to the other wild couple and joins in. Bailey gets on her knees and offers her ass to him. He slides his raging cock still wet from his girlfriend, into her, while Alex takes her from the mouth.

        Beautiful Bailey bobs her head as Dylan digs his nails into her ass and pumps until he releases into her at the same time Alex fills her throat. She swallows, a natural slut. As everyone settles down, for a finale Bailey sits on Sage’s face and she laps Dylan’s cum dripping from her. Everyone enjoys this sight. Alex cleans up and leaves with a permanent smile on his face. Sage spends the night, and she and Bailey leave to her room, and Jade and Dylan go to the shower to clean up. Not a soul in the house disappointed.

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*spoiler*: A multi-part story that goes from rape, to consensual torture and slavery, with an happy ending.

— “So. I was wandering …” — said Lilly looking at her friend, who was laying on Lilly’s bed — “how could I thank you for the last couple of weeks.”

— “What happened in the last couple of weeks?”

— “Oh. You know. The usual.”

— “Exactly. I didn’t do anything.”

— “That’s the thing. Apart from an occasional face-rape, everything was normal.”

— “Face-rape? What the actual fuck, Lilly?”

— “How else you would call a girl being rushed into a public toilet stall, pushed on her knees, and her head being used to rub one off?”

— “That was only one time …”

— “Or sitting on a girl’s face while the girl is laying on a sofa in her own living room?”

— “That …”

— “Making a girl lick at your pussy lips for nearly half an hour, while relaxing after a back massage she gave you?”

— “You didn’t exactly massage only my back.”

— “OK. But apart from these isolated lesbian frenzy rapes …”

— “I would still not call them rapes. You were a willing participant.” — she said. — “And it’s not lesbian.”

— “Not lesbian?” — said Lilly in a mocking voice — “We watched Fucking Amal in the back of a cinema, with me licking your dripping pussy like half of the film. What is more lesbian then that?”

— “The film was hot.”

— “It was great. I would probably enjoy the plot even more if I would see the actual film, not the inside of your dress.”

— “But …”

— “Don’t worry. I loved it.” — said Lilly smiling — “I think it’s my new favorite film that I didn’t see.” — she said jokingly — “The last was the Alien. My parents didn’t allow me to see it until I was big.”

— “You ain’t very big.”

— “Yeah. I downloaded it on my computer and saw it hiding from my parents.” — she said

— “Was it worth it?”

— “I don’t know. I hid behind the sofa, and still pissed my bed the same night. I had nightmares for a week. And my parents didn’t know why.”

— “I think you kind of went off the tracks with this discussion.”

— “Ah. Yes. I was telling you, that apart from your lesbian lust outburst …”

— “Lilly!” — said Amy in pretended outrage.

— “Apart from your episodes of hot red gayness … everything was normal.”

— “And you want to thank me for that?”

— “Yes. You don’t even know how grateful I am, that this thing didn’t affect our friendship.”

— “Oh. It affected it a lot. I never had someone to masturbate me on demand.”

— “Yes. I know. But you are still you. And you enjoy talking to me, and hanging out with me. Etc.”

— “Why would I not? You are still my best friend. Nothing changed there.” — said Amy — “You could stop eating me out tomorrow, and I would still be your friend.”

— “But tomorrow. Today you would use my mouth to make up for the coming month.”

— “That’s true. I would sit of your face until exactly midnight. I think your jaw would be aching for the next month as much as my pussy would ache for a good lick.”

They both laughed.

— “So. The thing is, I wanted to thank you, so I bought you a present.” — said Lilly pulling a box from a drawer.

— “Lilly. That is not fair. I don’t buy you presents out of the blue.”

— “Let’s say the present is for me also.”

Amy undid the ribbon and opened the box.

— “It’s a dildo?”

— “It’s a strap-on dildo.”

— “What the fuck, Lilly?” — said Amy looking at it with a bit of fright — “I said I’m not a dyke. I don’t want to loose my virginity to … this” — she said showing the dildo to Lilly.

— “No, silly. You will be wearing it.” — said Lilly taking the thing from her.

— “Lilly. I love this thing we’ve got, but … but this is kind of weird.”

— “I think you will like it.” — said Lilly wrapping the harness around Amy — “If not, you can use it on your future husband if he’ll cheat on you.”

— “My husband won’t cheat on me.”

— “That’s true. He would perfectly know that if he would, I would cut his balls off, and feed them to him.” — said Lilly.

— “Something in your voice makes it very believable.”

— “I know a guy, who knows a guy. You know. I’m a slave to some serial rapists, I know a thing or two about torture.”

— “That’s a disturbing image.”

— “The only thing you should be thinking about now …” — said Lilly, when the strap-on was firmly secured to Amy crotch over her trousers — “Is me, being used …” — she said in an erotic voice — “repeatedly …” — she paused with each phrase — “up my ass … up my cunt … and in my mouth.”

With that Lilly took the dildo in her mouth, and started to bob her head on it. She made it glister with her saliva, and she made a lot of slurping sounds. While doing that, she massaged Amy’s legs, ass and torso.

Amy didn’t know why, but the sight of Lilly pleasuring the dildo, turned her on. She felt like the thing was an extension of her crotch. She felt the movement of the base of it, rubbing on her. Finally she felt the urge, to fuck it into Lilly’s eager mouth.

Lilly knew it, that why she was only taking the part of it into her mouth, frequently licking it, and teasing. She was waiting for Amy to take control.

She didn’t have to wait too long. Soon Amy’s hand landed on her head, and directed her, and after only several minutes, the second hand also grabbed her head. Amy closed her eyes, and started to fuck Lilly’s scull, not even realizing the dildo was hitting the girl’s throat.

When she opened her eyes, and looked at Lilly, she saw that she really fucked her hard, and Lilly’s face was flustered. Her mouth was stretched, and spit was drooling from her chin. This didn’t make Amy want to stop. She wanted more. As she looked into Lilly’s eyes, Lilly slightly nodded. Lilly was tired, and her jaw ached, but still knew well what her friend wanted.

Amy was too into the moment, to second guess Lilly’s compliance. She grabbed her head, and looking into Lilly’s eyes, pushed her fake dick into the girl’s throat. Lilly was well trained and didn’t gag, but her air supply was cut off, and she gasped for air the moment Amy withdrew. The control she had over Lilly was turning Amy on, like nothing else. She started to fuck her throat, making the strokes deep and slow. Making the girl fight for air.

Not like a man, who would eventually cum, Amy was relentless. Lilly was thinking it would never stop. But suddenly Amy pulled Lilly’s head off the dildo, and slapped her across the face.

— “You want me to fuck you, slut? Don’t you?”

— “Yes, Ma’am.” — said Lilly — “Please use my worthless holes.”

— “You would love for me to fuck your cock hungry cunt?”

— “Yes, Ma’am. I’m a cock hungry whore. I love to have a dick in my cunt.” — she said — “But you can fuck my ass, or my mouth, if it pleases you, Miss.”

— “I think I’ll try out your dripping cunt first.” — said Amy, pushing Lilly onto the bed.

Lilly laid on her back, spreading her legs, and lifting her skirt.

— “Say please.” — said Amy positioning herself between Lilly’s legs.

— “Please, Mistress. My queen. My goddess. Please fuck my worthless cunt with your magnificent cock. Please use me as the slut I am.” — said Lilly, really crying from anticipation.

Amy grabbed Lilly’s panties, and ripped them off with a single pull, making Lilly gasp. Then she laid herself on the girl, and placed the tip of the dildo at Lilly’s entrance.

She kissed Lilly, full on the lips, and pushed the dildo in. She then lifted herself a bit, and started to fuck Lilly in a rhythm. Soon both girls started to pant, and moan. Finally Amy started to pound Lilly’s pussy hard, and rub off on the base of the dildo, when it was deeply embedded in Lilly’s vagina. It wasn’t long before both girls came hard, and fell down on the bed.

— “After some consideration …” — whispered Amy into Lilly’s ear — “I like my present”.

— “I’m happy to hear that.” — whispered Lilly.

— “Did you invite your friends to see this?” — whispered Amy, not looking into the cameras

— “They are my masters. And, yes. I did.” — answered Lilly — “But I didn’t know it would work out so well.”

— “It wasn’t bad, I agree.”

— “It was incredible.” — whispered Lilly — “I know that I’m not gay, but I’m gay for you. I’m Amy-sexual.”

— “So that means you’ll lick my pussy now?”

— “Of course. Do you even have to ask?” — said Lilly smiling.

— “I think I rubbed it a bit two hard on these jeans.”

— “Let me see” — said Lilly making Amy lay down, and pulling down her trousers and panties. — “Yeah. You are right. Your pussy lips are rubbed raw.” — she said examining them in a professional manner — “They are completely red. I can recommend only one thing.”

— “And what would that be?”

— “I think only the application of the saliva of a total slut slave, can cure it. Like, a lot of it.” — she said smiling.

— “So …” — said Amy, grabbing the back of Lilly’s neck — “Start applying.”

Amy pushed Lilly’s face into her crotch, and Lilly eagerly started to lick Amy’s irritated skin. Lilly’s tongue treatment soothed it, and Amy laid down in bliss.

— “You know I will still make you clean the dildo, afterwards.” — said Amy enjoying the treatment.

— “There is no hurry.” — said Lilly in between licks — “I will have time to clean it.”

After some time of relaxing, Amy made good on her promise, and ordered Lilly to lick the dildo clean.

— “I think I overdid it with the slap on the face” — said Amy in a humbled voice, while Lilly was still bobbing her head on the dildo. — “I can still see a bit of red on your cheek.”

— “No. It was perfect.” — said Lilly — “And the way you ripped off my panties. That was awesome.” — she said in awe — “That was impressive. And hot as hell.”

— “I will buy you a new pair.”

— “Nah. I just have to learn to take my panties of before I tease you too much.” — said Lilly smiling — “I was asking for it.”

— “You were literally asking for it.”

— “I was begging.” — said Lilly in an erotic voice — “I was begging like a common slut.”

They both laughed.

Amy held the strap-on in her hand and stroked it along the shaft.

— “You are my slave, aren’t you?” — she said deep in her thoughts.

— “No. I’m a slave to my masters. But I will do whatever you order me to.”

— “OK, then.” — she said — “You will carry this thing, at all times. So I can use it on you whenever I like.”

— “You mean, to school?”

— “Yes. You will always have it in your backpack, or purse, or something.”

— “Yes, Ma’am.”

— “Of course, when it makes sense. I don’t want you getting into trouble because of that.” — said Amy, switching back to reality.

— “Don’t worry. I will fulfill your orders. And if you catch me failing, you’ll just punish me severely.”

— “I would never hurt you.”

— “Amy. Let’s be honest.” — Lilly smiled — “If I would hand you your riding crop, and stick out my bare ass, you would whip it raw. I would not sit on it for weeks.”

— “That is probably true.”

The girls gathered their things, and started to play a card game Lilly bought.

After two games, Amy said it was time for her to go. Then went downstairs, and said their goodbye’s. Before she left she turned again to Lilly.

— “Lilly. I wanted to ask you something.” — whispered Amy — “Off camera.”

— “What is it?”

— “You know …” — Amy said a bit hesitant — “The next time I will use the strap-on on you …” — she said — “I will fuck your ass. Doggy style. Hard and fast. And I will make you clean it afterwards. Like lick it clean, while still attached to my crotch.” — she paused — “So I wanted to give you an opportunity to say no. Without your masters watching.”

— “I wouldn’t say no to that in a million years. I even look forward to that, Amy.” — said Lilly — “And clearly you do also.” — She kissed Amy on the lips — “Nothing. Not one thing between us, is because of my masters.” — she said wanting Amy to understand — “It’s not some performance. I am not forced to do anything. They watch, but this … this is genuine.”

Amy didn’t say anything, but Lilly’s words meant a lot to her. She opened the door.

— “I will even beg for you to fuck my ass harder.”

— “I was planning to gag you.” — said Amy while leaving.

— “Kinky.” — said Lilly smiling — “See you.”

— “See you. And thank you. It was the best gift I got.”

— “It won’t be the last one” — said Lilly closing the door.

— “I love you” — Amy whispered, just as the doors closed.

— “I love you” — whispered Lilly on the other side.

Both of them too shy to say it out loud.

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Keio ate some pills, which altered her body in various ways. She met Dr. Mandy to help her … but instead they both fell in love.

As usual, constructive critisism in appritiated. Best is to read the first 2 stories before this one…

Something moved… Keio woke up slowly.

She realized she still had her mouth around Mandy’s hard nipple and instinctively started sucking on it again. Mandy moaned in newly woken, morning pleasure. Sensual feelings were running through her body before she was awake enough to realize where they were coming from.

She looked down on the sweet, busty vixen that was half asleep and suckling on her breast. Mandy strokes her hair and just enjoys herself for a moment. She felt every sucking motion and every time Keios tongue swirled around her stiff nipple. It was heavenly…

When Dr. Mandy starts to sense that she is getting a bit too aroused from Keios sucking lips and swirling tongue; she finally takes charge and softly pulls Keios head away from her breast. A thin strand of saliva hanging from her nipple to Keios underlip.

-”We have to get up now darling.”, she says and gives Keio a soft kiss on those luscious, pink lips.

Mandy gets up and swiftly slides on a thin robe as Keio stretches out in bed. She can feel that her diaper is loose fitting and overfull again. But the warm moistness of it enveloping her crotch and ass feels so very cozy.

Mandy is already in the process of ripping it open and preparing her for a dry one. As Mandy removes the wet heavy diaper Keio can feel the cool air on her skin and she gets goosebumps all over and shivers. Her large pouting nipples also react and stiffen of course.

Mandy dries off Keios thighs, buttocks and pussy lips hastily, as if to try to not arouse her too much. The brisk handling does of course stir something within Keios loins again and she can feel the wetness building up inside.

-”I just have to remove the rear thermometer real quick, to apply some oil for it. I’ll be quick!”, Dr. Mandy explains. But as she tries to pull out the black buttplug Keios rear hole reacts as by reflex and tightens, to keep it’s grip on the bulbous thing that occupies her inside, and Mandy loses her grip several times. The pleasure of the plug being pulled and released several times makes Keio moan and breathe harder.

-”Oh I’m sorry love! I’m really trying to get it out, I swear! But it’s as if your body won’t let me!

Wait, I got it now..”, Mandy says… and with a rapid pull it plops out and Keio gasps!

A squirt from between Keios pink and swollen pussylips finds it’s way out, but Mandy had the forethought to already have a towel placed there.

She lifts Keios legs up and slides in a new, dry diaper underneath her. A quick squirt of baby oil that she gently massages around and into Keios rectum… accompanied by new delightful moans from Keio of course.

-”Ok, ready?”, Mandy asks… and before Keio can react – the buttplug is quickly forced into its hole again! Another squirt, that Mandy expertly catches and dries off with the aforementioned towel and then she quickly applies some of the soothing lotion along Keios sensitive pussy lips and growing clitoris.

Keio is of course fully awake now and trying to calm her breathing and not think about the sensual sensations coursing through her body as Mandy tightens and closes the diaper around her!

Mandy goes out to the kitchen while Keio is laying in bed, purring like a kitten and feeling very good. Her hair is probably a mess, but she’s feeling kinda sexy and the arousal in her is rising, the diaper still feels dry on her pussy though, so it has maybe not started to seep out quiet yet.

Soon Dr. Mandy comes back from the kitchen, she walks so elegantly and fast that her robes are more like a cape flying behind her than a robe covering her up.

Keio observes her tanned goddess as she sweeps into the bedroom with a large plastic shaker in her hand. It is one of the ones Keio got for one of her many different attempts at various diets – where you only drink some powder mixed with water, to lose weight.

-”Here: I made you this…”, Mandy says as she sits down on the side of the bed and gives Keio the bottle. Keio notices that Mandy has placed a rubber teat, like one of those from a baby bottle on the opening at the lid.

-”Yeah, I thought it’s easier to drink while lying down. So you don’t spill.”, Mandy explains as she sees Keio’s puzzled look.

-”But… I could sit up… I mean – it’s nice of you to bring me breakfast in bed, but I’d feel too spoiled and lazy if I didn’t even sit up for it!”, Keio says.

-”Well, it’s easier for me to drink from you while you’re lying down I thought…”, Mandy said, as the gently pushed Keios raised head back towards the pillow and bent down to her bulging breast. She grabbed the left one and started licking the nipple. Keio immediately feels the surge of lustful fluids down in her groin and a warmth spreading around her breast as the milk started flowing to the nipple that Mandy was teasing!

Mandy can see that Keios eyes start rolling and nudges the bottle towards Keios open mouth. Mandy can now feel the first thin squirt of milk coming from Keios protruding nipple and dives onto it, giving it a few long, hard sucks to get it going.

Keio gives out a loud, lustful moan. Mandy stears Keios hand with the bottle onto her mouth and Keio latches on and sucks deeply on it!

Keio tastes the lovely warm fluid from the bottle. It’s like soft, warm oatmeal with chocolate! Unintentionally she is sucking at the bottle in the matching pace of Mandy sucking on her breast. Every suck sends a new wave of lust through Keio. It seems to go like a slow lightning strike, from her nipple straight down to her spine – where it splits in two – one flash goes straight to her head, and she can feel her cheeks blush and drool building, the other goes straight along her spine down to her nethers where it hits’ at all her nerve endings in her bum, holding the plug in place, to her clitoris, which is now pulsating and all through her pussy and it’s swelling lips!

One hand around the bottle, which she is greedily stuffing her mouth with, the other hand around the back of Mandys head, pushing her into her large, milky breast.

Every now and then Mandy pushes back and lifts her head up a little to get some air, but is quickly pulled back into Keios breast again.

The bottle is quickly finished and Keio gives out a long deep sigh as Mandy seizes the moment to switch to sucking the other breast instead. The waves of ecstasy start over again and Keio is now just lying there… eyes closed and humming with pleasure. She can feel her lover’s lips tight around her nipple, tongue playing and now and then Mandys lips open wider for a new grip with her tongue steering the way.

Mandy is eventually done feeding from Keios milky tits. She leans back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

-”There! Now we’ve both had a good and healthy breakfast!”, she says with a sexy smile!

Dr. Mandy goes on to explain the importance of Keio getting her nutrients and that she made her a sort of power drink which she will feed to her 3 times a day.

-”With your body producing so much milk and… fluids.. it’s important that you get the correct nutrients. And water”, she explains and again goes out to the kitchen.

Mandy comes back with the container filled with water and gives it to Keio.

-”Here! Water is also VERY important! In reality, these power drinks and water is all you actually need.”

Keio takes the bottle and starts sucking on it, while Mandy slides a hand down her diaper. Keios eyes widen and she gives out a small ‘yelp’ as Mandys fingers graze over her swollen clit in there under the diaper!

-”Don’t worry! I’m just checking on you… if we need to change you again already.”, she smiles.

Her fingers slide around over Keios very sensitive vaginal lips and finally one finger finds its way down to the plug in her rear hole. Mandy gives the base of the plug a little push, sending a small squirt of juice from Keios slit onto Mandys wrist in there!

-”Nah! You’ll be fine ‘til I get back!”

Keio pulls the rubber teat from her mouth, spilling some water down her cheek in the process, -”Back? Where are you going?!”

-”Oh, I’ll just go back to my place and get our stuff. We’re going to my beach house today, remember? We talked about it yesterday!”, Mandy said in a cheery voice.

Yeah, Keio remembered now. But she’d gotten a little drunk last night and all the arousal of them on the sofa had made everything else a bit blurry.

In a few quick minutes, Mandy had changed, given Keio a kiss on the cheek and whisked off…

Keio soon found herself, sucking on an empty bottle. That’s when it dawned on her…

Here she is, lying naked on the bed, in a semi-soggy diaper sucking on a large ‘baby bottle’… wow! A sting of shame came over her. She must look pathetic, she thought!

But, then again… the sexy Dr. Mandy seemed to like her.. even get turned on by her!?

Maybe something was right after all! Keio had never felt so comfortable naked before. Not even when she was by herself did she feel comfortable in the nude.

But around the doctor, it was different.

Dr. Mandy’s eyes were always approving. Even excited, when they looked at her! Maybe this was what it was like to meet the right one?! This must be what love is like!

Keio starts feeling horny again, when she thinks back to Mandy’s eyes… just now as she was sucking on Keios breast, their eyes met and she could tell that Mandy was feeling joy. And the sensation of her sucking on Keio was amazing! Was her milk really that good?

Keio tried squeezing a little on her nipple… pleasure shot through her breast again, and she could feel a small trickle on her fingers…

She tried to lick them to get the taste. Sweet, warm… ‘milky’..

She needed a bigger serving…

Very ungracefully she rocked and heaved her way to a sitting position on the bed. Her curves were heavy and those large tits made every attempt to bend forward very much harder.

She got off the bed and slowly walked over to the kitchen table. She took the rubber teat off the shaker bottle and placed it on the seat of the chair by the table, then leaned herself over the bottle supporting herself against the table with one hand.

Now she was trying to aim her breast over the bottle. But it was hard as she didn’t see exactly where her nipple was, and almost so that the breast blocked the view of the bottle! Slowly she tried to squeeze her breast around the areola to try to get some milk into the container.

She had to move back to check… almost! Some had missed but she was squirting milk in the general area! She gave her breast a few more squeezes and moved to look again.

Well, there was some milk in the bottom of the container, but more milk was on the chair seat… if she could just get the bottle closer to her nipple…

An idea came to her. If she stuck the container in the bed, between the mattress and the bedframe it should be able to stand there pretty steadily, and the bed was in just the right height to lean in over.

Keio made her way to the bed, pressed the container in place and leaned in over it til she could feel the edge of it on her breast. She aimed a little, supporting herself with one hand against the mattress and the other squeezing out some milk.

She had to squeeze very gently for it not to squirt everywhere, and also because the feeling of the milk coming to the tip of the nipple was very sensual. She could feel that the diaper was getting its fair share of her drippings down there and her legs were feeling a bit shaky after a few minutes of milking herself.

She stood up and took the cup… must’ve been at least 3-4 ounces in there!

That’s a lot for just a few minutes of milking herself very slowly, she thought.

-”I wonder how much Mandy actually drank from me?”

It was hard to estimate how long her doctor lover had been at it, but she’d surely been sucking for 10-15 minutes at each breast, as far as Keio could guesstimate.

And obviously there was still more milk in there to drink. The thought was kind of intoxicating, and scary… what had her body become?!

She tried a few sips… so sweet, and so rich. It was like the full milk you sometimes find at luxury supermarkets. The really creamy sort.. but with added sugar it seemed.

No wonder Mandy was so fond of sucking on her breasts – if this is what she tasted!

Keio smiled inside. If Mandy was hooked on her breastmilk, she would surely stay with her forever, she thought!

She downed the rest of the milk left, licked her lips and wiped her nipples off with one of the towels on the side of the bed.

Again she realized that she had to be gentle about such things… every touch sent tingles down her body and she felt the warm, slippery wetness spreading down there in her diaper.

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Meanwhile, Dr. Mandy Williams had made it back to her apartment. She was all excited and when she got in through the door she had to actually stop and calm herself a bit.

-”I’m behaving like a schoolgirl on the first day of summer break! Get it together Mandy!”, she thought to herself.

But it was hard. The sexy and cute little donna she’d met had her heart and loins in a tight and horny grip. It was hard to think straight.

All Mandy wanted was to get close to Keio again! To touch her, to lick her, to kiss her (all over) and to see how she lustfully reacted to Mandy’s every touch of her different body parts.

She had always known that she was drawn to girls and was a lesbian in heart and soul. But she’d never thought that she’d get so primal about any woman! But it was something about Keios curves, her innocence and her immense horniness, that connected to Mandy’s inner sexual demon.

This was probably the reason why she, amongst other things, packed her little purple buzz-toy. A small, oval shaped sex toy that vibrates and could be turned on or off by remote. She could control it from her phone or smart watch.

She had sometimes used it on herself, out in public. When she knew she had a boring day in front of her, she’d insert it in her pussy before going out and then make it vibrate now and then, for some pleasure. Once she had set it to vibrate every 5 minutes. You could set it on different loops and for how long the vibrations would last.

But being out and about in the town and not knowing when exactly it would go off made it even more exciting! Once she had been standing in an elevator and it started vibrating. Mandy had had to really control her facial expression and body language to not give anything away to the other occupants of the elevator. Also being afraid that the others in there might actually hear the buzzing sound made it even sexier!

The vibrator had only gone for like 20 seconds that time, but when she got off the elevator she had to rush off to a nearby bathroom in the building and make herself cum right then and there! Dripping wet and with an obvious stain on her skirt… that was one of the sexiest moments in her life.

Well, until now. Every minute she was with Keio was ten times as hot as that time!

Mandy packed and then also had to rush by her doctors office for some more of those incontinence briefs (adult diapers). They were going at an alarming rate now with Keio as the main culprit. She’d have to order some more tomorrow!

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Keio had collected all the bedsheets and towels from the night and put them in the washing machine. Even a cute pair of Mandy’s panties was found in the bed and put into the washer. As she was doing this she realized that none of her own clothes needed washing. She had no dirty laundry?!

She had to think hard to remember when she had last worn any clothes at all! Last few days she’d been wearing nothing but diapers and a bathrobe! What was happening to her?

Was this how she was now?

Of course, with her new breast size and curves there were many clothes that wouldn’t fit her anymore. And constantly being in a diaper made panties totally unnecessary.. but still. Had she been practically naked in diapers for two days now?!

She was getting horny just from the thought of it… maybe she was a little sexy bundle of love for her Mandy. Clothes weren’t even necessary now in this relationship, she thought to herself and smiled again.

But realizing that her horniness was not just coming from the thought of her being half naked all the time, but also from the vibrations of the washing machine.

She was leaning against it as she was daydreaming, and the vibrations of it were planting itself in her diaper which sent the vibrations through and made the diaper’s insides rub against her very sensitive pussy. It felt great and she was now craving some release!

She turned her front towards the corner of the washing machine and pressed against the edge of it. The vibrations were now hitting straight on her clitoris in there, between the diapers wet folds! She had to grip the machine over the top to help wobbly legs to keep her standing.

But gripping the top of the washing machine made it so that her large boobs were now resting on it… and they felt the vibrations too! It felt like her whole body was getting a very rapid massage, all over, at the same time! Her eyes were closed and her mouth was now gaping. Her tongue sticking out and a drip of saliva hanging down from it!

Had Keio been able to see herself, she’d thought that she’d gone totally animalistic and given in to any control over her urges anymore!

But Keio could not see herself. She was in some sort of climactic heaven now! The relentless vibration of the washing machine didn’t take it slow and didn’t change pace… it just kept going and very soon Keio woke up from her erotic trance by a guttural scream!

She slumped down on the floor with a ‘slosh’ from her diapers as her bum met the tiles on the bathroom floor. And the pressure from the butt plug pressing in deeper forced her to turn to her side.

There she was, lying on her side, topless in a very full, warm and wet diaper, on the floor of her bathroom… panting and trying to come back to sanity as the waves of the orgasm were swinging back and forth in her.

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-”Oh my dear! What happened?”

Keio could hear Mandy’s worried voice, it sounded distant.

-”Wake up sweetie! How are you?”

Keio opened her eyes a little and could see the worried face of her lovely angel-doctor!

-”Thank god! You’re awake!”, Mandy exclaimed when she saw Keios cute but drowsy, blue eyes opening up.

-”I was leaning against the machine… it was vibrating… I came… “, was all that Keio could mumble as she was regaining consciousness.

-”Wow. You fainted from an orgasm… from the vibrations of the machine?”, Mandy asked in a worried tone of voice. But there was also a hint of excitement in it, which Keio did not detect.

-”Yeah…sorry…”, Keio said shyly.

-”Oh honey, that’s nothing to be sorry about! I just have to make sure to be there every time you climax. So there are no accidents!”, Mandy said as she was getting out some baby-wipes and placed a towel under Keios bum and back.

Mandy turned Keio to her back and knelt down between her legs. She unwrapped the diaper and started wiping around all of Keios groin and buttocks.

-”Let’s get you cleaned up dear..”

Keio was too weak and dizzy to protest even if she had wanted to. Now she could only let the beautiful doctor ‘manhandle’ her and let Mandy’s hands and fingers do and go where they wanted. A ripple of ecstasy soared through Keio everytime Mandy wiped her clitoris or her vaginal lips… it was sensational to not be able to control it and feel so safe in Mandy’s care.

Keio was finally wiped dry and Mandy had smeared that numbing lotion all over her nethers and breasts and Keio could breathe normally again. Lying there on the floor with Mandy sitting between her spread legs and a dry diaper prepared under her bum, Dr. Mandy cleared her throat and looked a bit serious.

-”I feel that I need to keep a closer eye on you honey. So I’ve gotten this little gadget.”, Mandy said and held up a small, purple and oval shaped object in her hand. It was about 3 inches long and maybe 1 inch in width at its widest part.

-”Just like the thermometer-plug in your bum, this also takes vital readings of your state -heartrate, blood oxygen and so on… Very important stuff! And It sends these stats to my phone or smart-watch. This way I can have a better watch over you all the time.”

Keio was nodding and feeling like a helpless patient in the sexy doctor’s hands again.

-”Does that also go… up my butt?”, she asked with a worried look in her innocent blue eyes.

Dr. Mandy was now feeling a bit evil again. This was of course just a normal vibrator.. and here she was, tricking this lovely little sex bomb into thinking it was a medical tool.

-”No sweetie. Your bum is full now. We’ll leave the thermometer plug there on its own.”, Mandy smiled, -”This one goes in your vagina.”

Mandy was hoping that Keio couldn’t see her mouth watering.

-”Oh.. I see… “, Keio responded and before she could say anything else, Mandy had put a few drops of lube on it (not that that was needed, Keio was always dripping wet in there), and started to insert the purple object into the sweet girl.

The numbing lotion worked, but Keio could still feel the hot sensation of the beautiful doctor slowly pushing the object into her pussy!

-”There! Let’s just see if it works…”, Mandy said and started fiddling with her smart-watch.

A vibration startled Keio! A vibration from the object inside her!

Mandy saw Keios surprised reaction to the vibration and said, -”Yeah, it can give off a buzz sometimes. It’s just a sign that it is working, trying to connect to the ‘cloud’, you know.”

-”Oh, I see. Does it do that often?”, Keio asked.

-”Nah, not that often.”, Mandy answered as she set the vibrators settings to vibrate once every two minutes. Just the thought of a sensual vibration shooting through that young girls pussy every other minute made Mandy feel horny as hell. Involuntarily, she licked her lips.

Packing for the beach brought down Keios mood a bit. I dawned on her that she had nothing to wear!

Mandy consoled her and said that she had brought a bikini that Keio could use, and maybe they could shop for something when they got there. The beach had lots of shops.

Keio was worried about having to put on a bikini, but it was of course what one would wear to a beach. Keio threw on a baggy, gray sweatshirt and a pair of puffy, blue training sweatpants. The sweatshirt of course was tight around her boobs and the sweatpants did nothing to hide Keios round and protruding ass. Also, the diaper didn’t really help to make it look any smaller. She felt a bit like a slob compared to Dr. Mandy, who was always stylish and sleek. Mandy now had on a white and blue striped shirt with big lapels and a tight, black skirt. Now and then the purple thing in her vagina gave off a buzz, reminding Keio of her stuffed holes down there.

Once packed, they made their way down to the car park and Dr. Mandy’s car.

The walk down the stairs was a really pleasurable challenge for Keio! With every step she could feel that plug in her behind and the purple thingy in her pussy move around in their fleshy homes. It felt very sexy and wonderful… but was also making her very horny again. It felt a little like that day when she had crammed her lipstick up her butt and had to walk home with it and the green pills inside her.

But that time it was scarier. This time she felt confident that the objects wouldn’t fall out and embarrass her… so now it just felt like a sexy secret!

Especially down by the entrance, where they crossed paths with a neighbour lady. Mandy held up the door for the lady and Keio had to stop and let the madame squeeze by.

-”If that lady only knew what kinds of things are stuffed up inside me now…”, Keio thought and at just that moment the gadget in her gave off a buzz!

-”HELLo!… Mrs. Jacobs..”, Keio burst out! She was meaning to just greet the neighbour casually, so as to not arouse any suspicions. But the vibration in her caught her off guard and she started off in a way too loud voice! Keios cheeks instantly reddened and the lady just gave her an odd look and mumbled something.

Mandy giggled in silence as she gave Keio an amused smile.

-”What was that about Keio?”, she asked as they got outside and out of range for the neighbour lady to hear them.

-”I’m sorry, but the buzzer thing startled me!”, Keio said in a bashful voice.

-”I understand. But if it’s any comfort – I think it’s kinda sexy that I can monitor you from the inside, even when you’re fully dressed. That’s very hot.”, Mandy said with a flirtatious smile.

Keio thought it was very hot also! She hadn’t really thought about it like that. But the plug and the buzzing thing were kind of extensions of her lovely girlfriend/doctor, and they were inside of her holes, giving her pleasure! Keio was feeling the wetness building down there again.

Mandy had taken the precaution to lay out a folded towel on the passenger seat for Keio. It felt very nice and soft. Keio felt so pampered now, sitting in her diaper, ON a folded towel in a soft car seat. Mandy placed their bags in the backseat and helped Keio to buckle up.

It was hard for Keio to reach around her own boobs and see anything down below them. She tried to adjust the seat belt so it wouldn’t just go down straight between her gigantic breasts and make them so obvious. but everytime the seatbelt brushed against her nipples or pressed on her breasts from different angles she could feel droplets of milk coming out from them.

So she had to settle for the seatbelt disappearing down in the canyon of her boob meat.

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They finally arrive at the beach and the beach house! The weather is lovely, the sky is blue and the house, (or villa) looks just like it would be in a commercial for a ‘beach house’.

Keio hadn’t been to the beach since childhood really. Ever since she started growing her buxom curves she had become very self conscious. Since she developed early, all the other classmates and friends looked nothing like her in their bodies and it was easier to just stay away from the beach than to risk gleering remarks and comments from people.

But now she was at the beach! She felt nervous and anxious… but also a bit excited! That might have been because of the buzzing gadget inserted in her wet tunnel though. It gave off a buzz about every minute. Mandy had said it might buzz more often by the coast, since it was harder for it to find a connection there to the internet or something.

(Mandy had of course just said this as an excuse to increase the setting on the vibrator in Keio, so she would accept the increased buzzing from the gadget in her pussy.)

And even though the passenger seat was soft, every little road bump or unevenness the car passed over planted itself in the thermometer plug in her bum and sent a push up her backside ever so often.

In combination, this had the effect that Keio was now very aroused and breathing heavily.

-”You look flustered sweetie. Let’s get you inside.”, Mandy said and collected the bags and stuff from the backseat.

Keio took her time, slowly getting out of the car and up the few stairs towards the house. The wind was very cooling and felt good.

The house was perched on a large, wooden veranda and you could see the neighboring house a hundred yards down the beach. Towards the other end of the beach you could make out the pier and the town. It looked like quite a long walk though.

The interior of the beach house was very fancy to Keio. Minimalistic and modern. The entrance led into a short hallway with a couple of doors to the sides and then led out to a large open space, a kitchen area to the left and a dining area to the right. Straight ahead, down a couple of wide steps was a large living room. The whole of the wall facing the sea was glassed and out on the back porch there was a hot tub sunk into the wooden floorboards.

-”This is amazing!”, Keio stated with a pure and bewildered expression.

-”Haha. Yeah, it’s pretty nice.”, Mandy responded. “I share it with a couple of friends and we take turns making use of it. You’ll meet them later. I invited them over tonight. We’ll have a little beach party!”

Mandy brought some bags and stuff over to a room off to the left, after the kitchen area.

-”Here’s our bedroom!”

Keio felt a tingle in her heart! ‘Our bedroom’, she had said… already, images of her and Mandy lying side by side in the large king sized bed got her juices flowing and her heart rate speeded.

Mandy was rummaging through her bags. -”I have a bikini for you somewhere in here. Get out of your clothes in the meantime.”

Keio was hesitant. It seemed like Mandy really loved Keios body and it’s huge curves, but it was still uncomfortable to strip naked just like that.

-”Aren’t you gonna change too..?”, Keio asked in a nervous tone.

-”Of course I am!”, Mandy said as she turned around with some thin strings of textiles in her hand. -”Look, here is mine…”, she said and held up a green sliver of textile in front of her, as if to show off how it would look on her. -”And here is yours…”, she said, holding out some yellow strings to Keio.

-”Ehm.. “, was all that Keio managed to express.

-”Don’t be shy Keio! You’re gonna look so sexy in this thing. I promise you!”

Mandy could easily see how Keio was blushing and getting very shy about the whole situation.

-”You want me to change first maybe?”, she asked in a comforting tone.

Keio nodded, cheeks going red.

-”Alright. Unzip me please.”, Mandy said and turned her back to Keio. Keio sat down on the bed and commenced unzipping Mandys tight black skirt. Mandy was unbuttoning her shirt in the meantime.

As the zipper lowered slowly, Mandys butcheeks were coming in view of Keios wanting gaze. Keio hadn’t really gotten a good look at Mandy’s ass earlier. Anytime the two were naked it was all in a haze of steaming, hot horniness.

Keio took her time and let her eyes take it all in.

Mandy had the perfect ass! Slightly tanned, perfectly rounded, womanly and she could see a hint of pussy down there where the cheeks parted. But Keio felt embarrassed again and looked away as the skirt slipped to the floor. Mandy wasn’t wearing any panties and turned around.

Now Mandy’s lovely front was all exposed to her! Mandy’s body stretched back a bit as she was taking off her shirt… no bra under of course. Keio tried not to, but her eyes were naturally drawn to Mandys succulus slit.

Clean shaven, slightly darker than the skin around it. The lips of it looked shiny and wet.

-”You like it?”, Mandy asked. Keio was jolted out of her hypnosis and her cheeks got red again. She felt she got caught staring.

Mandy had seen the girl, sitting there on the bed, getting mesmerized and staring at her exposed cunt as she had turned around. She loved the admiration she saw in Keios eyes, the total fixation… she let some seconds pass before she spoke. She savored the moment.

Keio was dumbfounded and didn’t really manage to get any coherent words out. Mandy saved her by asking her to help untangle her swimsuit.

The green swimsuit was the type that looks like a kind of V and ties over both shoulders.

The two, not very wide, pieces of fabric in the front didn’t really cover Mandys whole breasts. There was a lot of side boob to be seen and the bottom of the ‘V’ snugged tightly around her pussy, giving it a very visible mound under the thin textile.

Mandy had had this swimsuit on many times and suited up pretty fast.

To Keios’ big eyed admiration, Mandy twirled around a little and made some silly model-pose!

-”Is it alright?”, she asked.

Keio closed her mouth and finally found some words.

-”Yes. Yes! You look SO beautiful!”, Keio said in all baffled honesty and not able to keep from letting her eyes go up and down Mandy’s body.

-”Thanks cutie. Now it’s your turn…”, Mandy explained and ripped Keios sweatshirt over her head, exposing those huge lovely breasts and their large, stiff nipples.

Mandy couldn’t help but be taken back at the sight of them again! Every time she saw Keios tits, it was like a sexual experience in her mind!

-”Stand up!”, she ordered and started tugging at Keios sweatpants. Keios pants were pulled down in the same moment she stood up from the bed.

Mandy weighed Keios diapers in one hand… -”Well, these are almost full anyway. and you can’t wear them under the bikini.”, she proclaimed and started taking them off.

Keio helpfully spread her legs a bit and let them fall to the floor with a soft ‘thudd’.

Mandy quickly wiped Keios crotch and thighs off with a cloth and leaned back from her now kneeling position in front of Keio, taking in the sight of this lovely cute goddess of womanly curves.

Keios large breasts filled her whole chest and even though they were big and full, they didn’t sag. Between the bottom cleavage of her huge tits Mandy could spot her cute belly button and below… the pouting vulva and Keios swollen pussy lips with the oversized clitoris right above where her slit starts.

Even though Mandy had just dried them off, she could see a small droplet of pussy juice forming at the bottom of her slit and soon to be running down one of her shapely thighs.

Mandy grabbed the bikini panties and pushed them up between Keios luscious thighs.. right up to her crotch. She didn’t need to hold them there. They settled nicely under her pussy and held in place by all the swelling crevices there.

Reaching around, she got hold of the string behind Keios leg and quickly tied it up to her hip, same with the other side. There was a bit of stretching and pulling involved and Keio was gasping softly everytime Mandy tugged the textile up between her pussy lips or brushed against her thighs.

Mandy rose up and grabbed the bikini top from the bed. This might prove to be a challenge, she thought to herself as she compared the flimsy bikini top to the area the yellow triangles of textile were supposed to cover!

She tied the strings up behind Keios neck and briskly turned her around to tie the back. The strings were just barely long enough. Turning Keio back, she adjusted the triangles over her boobs so that they at least covered Keios nipples and areolas.

No chance in hell they would ever be able to cover all of her boobs. There was underboob, sideboob and a hefty cleavage everywhere to be seen…. it was amazing to see. Keio gave Mandy a worried look.

-”Wow! You look stunning!”, Mandy said, detecting how Keio was in great need of some emotional support at this moment. Keios breasts were also in great need of support, but… that was not something the bikini top could provide.

-”Really? It’s not too revealing…?”, Keio worried.

-”Well. It’s only revealing in all the right places. All your sexiest parts are covered!”, Mandy told her. -”Take a look.”, she said and gestured towards a full sized mirror on the wall by the bed.

Keio looked. As she had feared – there was so much exposed skin. Damn, her boobs were almost the only thing visible on her upper body! And her nipples were plainly visible, poking out under the textile. But it drew attention away from what Keio thought of as her stubby legs.

In the mirror she could see Mandy behind her, also looking at the image in the mirror.

But she saw, in Mandy’s face, only happiness and lust. This made her feel much more at ease. No matter what anyone else thought at the beach, at least her love would admire her body!

-”Oh, but I see a problem…”, Mandy stated.

-”What?!”, Keio asked as her brittle self confidence sank.

-”Well, although the dressing etiquette on this beach is pretty lax – some even go topless – there is a strict policy against pubes showing.”, Mandy explained as she pushed Keio closer to the mirror and knelt down beside her.

-”See here…?”, she said and softly stroked Keio, just above the hemline of the very low cut bikini bottoms. Actually, the bikini wasn’t THAT ‘low cut’, but Keios very pouting butt made it so that the little fabric involved had more pussy- and butt-area to cover, which left the few flimsy, blond pubes Keio had above her clit, out in the open.

-”Let me take care of that darling…”, Mandy said and scurried into the on suit bathroom.

-”Follow me…”

Keio came along into the bathroom. It was all tiled, even the walls, in mint green. There was a bathtub with a shower curtain in front of it, a small sink and a toilet – at which Mandy pointed.

-”Have a seat.”, she said.

Keio hesitantly sat down and Mandy knelt down in front of her and spread Keios legs apart. She had a tube of shaving gel in her hand.

-”I admit, it’s not VERY visible. You have such cute pussy hairs. But we wouldn’t want to cause any breach of beach rules.”, she said as she applied a little gel on Keios vaginal mound and started rubbing it so it would lather. Her other hand pulling down the bikini a little to get better access.

The purple gadget inside gave off a buzz at the same time as the hem of the bikini being pulled down flicked across Keios oversized clitoris! A squirt of womanly juice covered Mandys fingers and Keio whimpered in lust!

-”Sorry hun… I’ll try to be more gentle.”, Mandy said as she brought out a razor and made the process of Keios few, blonde pubes short lived. Keio felt shiverings of lust as she sat there, exposed with the beautiful tanned woman between her spread legs getting herself groomed.

Mandy wiped off any excess foam, leaned back and admired her work (and Keios seeping pussy..)

-”There! All done! Now we just need to rub some protective lotion on us!”, Mandy said proudly.

Keio hadn’t thought of that, but -yes. She had a very fair complexion and was almost never out in the sun. She’d surely get sunburnt right away!

-”Stand up!”, Mandy ordered as she got out another tube of lotion from the bathroom cabinet.

She squirted a generous dab in Keios hand and one in her own.

-”You can do my back.” she said and turned around, starting to rub lotion on her own stomach, thighs and front.

Keio carefully started to spread the lotion out over Mandy’s shoulders, then further down her back, eagerly working her way down to Mandys bum.

Keio was trying to be ‘professional’ about it, but couldn’t help to spend some extra time rubbing there, sneakily getting in under the bathing suits’ sides and being very thorough. Then on to Mandys’ legs and as she was doing so Mandy bent over and also rubbed the front of her own legs.

Now Keio was crouched down with Mandys ass just at face height. The swimsuit was tightly stretched up between her bum cheeks and from behind Keio could easily see the back mound of Mandy’s bulging vagina. The fabric made a very prominent camel toe where it tugged in between Mandy’s lips.

As she finished rubbing Mandy’s calves she quickly gave her a kiss on the butt. She felt daring, and a bit confident even!

-”There you go. Can you do my back now?”, Keio asked.

-”Of course my love!”, Mendy replied and squirted some more lotion in their hands.

Keio turned around and started applying the protective sun lotion to her forehead and face.

Mandy got to work on Keios back and shoulders. She often came to touching and massaging in lotion on Keios sideboobs as she rubbed. Keio was enjoying this immensely and was rubbing her chest and boobs from the front.

It felt almost as if she was in a porn film. This would be a typical scene in one of those.

Keio felt very sexy now, under the probing hands and fingers of Mandy from behind.

Behind her, she felt Mandy getting lower and lower, and reaching around with slippery hands she rubbed lotion on Keios belly, underboobs and thighs… both back and front.

Kneeling down, she also did all of Keios curvy legs.

-”I’m saving the best part for last…”, Mandy whispered as her hands slid up Keios legs and fingers in under Keios bikini.

Again, the buzzer had impeccable timing and gave off a vibration just as both Mandys hands dove in under the fabric and simultaneously touched her clit and pussy!

Keios head fell back and she had to steady herself with both hands against the bathroom sink. Her legs spread apart by themselves as her knees buckled.

Mandy was now on a mission, taking no consideration to Keios’ sensitive parts or being careful!

One hands fingers massaging her swollen clit and the other fingers sliding their way into her pussy! Keio was in a whirlwind of lustfulness and didn’t register that the buzzing gadget was now vibrating almost all the time!

Mandy was also in seventh heaven, as she started rubbing lotion on Keio she had set the vibrator in her to increase… so now it was giving off vibrations every few seconds.

She was leaning against Keios back, her hands and fingers hard at work there under Keios little bikini bottom. The lotion, combined with Keios gushing juices made every rub and touch almost totally frictionless!

Mandy was amazed at the size of Keios clit. It was truly the size of a strawberry now and she massaged it like if it was a nipple – rolling her fingers around it, letting them slide up and around it!

Keio came hard and let out a horny growl as she came. Mandy could feel squirts splashing her feet and running down Keios thighs like flood water!

Keio had almost no strength left in her legs and Mandy helped her to sit down on the toilet seat and quickly shut off the vibrator on her smart watch.

-”That was so hot!”, she complimented Keio.

Keios eyes were half shut, body swaying from the orgasm and her mouth drooling.

The little she could make out was Mandy’s crotch, right in front of her face.

Keio couldn’t control it, but she had to lick something! She grabbed Mandy’s butt and pulled her cameltoe towards her face! In pure animal fashion she started licking and sucking!

Mandy was taken by surprise and almost fell forward because of the onslaught. But she soon found her bearings and let the cute little vixen go at it! It felt so sexy!

She felt Keios tongue and teeth work her swimsuit to the side of her pussy lips and expose her slit! When Keios lips felt the skin of her dearest against her lips, another gear kicked in!

Mandy had to hold a hand over her mouth and steady herself against the wall with the other.

Her hips, ass and pussy were not being wildly dominated by Keios cute pink tongue and lips!

Before she could prepare herself – climax took her over! She grabbed the back of Keios head in a futile attempt to slow down her oral assault and felt her body shake in the wildest orgasm she had ever felt! She felt the mixture of her own pussy juices and Keios saliva running down her thighs.

Finally, Keios licking slowly subsided and she was now just leaning in and breathing heavily against Mandy’s wet and pulsating pussy.

They stood like this for a while, just regaining their consciousness and enjoying the afterglow of what they had just been through.

After a while, they managed to get it together enough to deal with reality…

-”Let’s just freshen up and then we can get to the beach babe.”, Mandy said and tried to sound calm and collected.. even though her vagina was still pulsating, dripping and feeling the memory of Keios thrashing tongue.

-”Hmm.. yes. I might have to touch up my make-up a little.”, Keio admitted as she saw herself in the mirror. Her face was all red and it looked like she’d been through a car wash.

Mandy put her hair up in a bun and helped Keio to get two cute pigtails while she was applying her makeup.

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They both felt legs spasm now and then during this process. But eventually made their way outside. Mandy had brought a beach bag with towels, sun lotion, wine and things.

Mandy led Keio to a shed outside of the house. To Keios amazement, there was a 4-wheeled quad bike in the shed. One of those that people like to go off road with… or ride along the beach on, in this case.

Keio was impressed and happily got on behind Mandy on the seat of it. The seat wasn’t very long, so she had to really get close behind, pressing her groin to Mandy’s butt.

Mandy could feel the still stiff clitoris of Keio pressing in between her butt cheeks.

-”Hold on!”, she said as she started the bike.

Luckily, Keio had just come in a massive way, otherwise the vibrations of the bike would’ve made her cum instantly! But even so, it got her juices flowing again.

-”Lucky I have a bikini on. So it doesn’t really matter how wet it gets!”, she thought to herself happily. She felt free now, after so many days wrapped in a diaper.

Mandy drove out of the shed and towards the beach town.

As they got closer they could see more people around. Over by Mandy’s beach house there seemed to be no people. Maybe the odd person jogged past along the water, but here there were lots of people. Playing out in the water, sunbathing or strolling around.

Keio noticed that it seemed to be mostly women though. Almost only women come to think of it.

Some even walked around topless!

The bouncing and vibrating of the machine under her really jostled around the plug in her backside and she felt her buns slipping around on the seat. So she had a tight grip around Mandy.

Well, the size of her bust, pressed against Mandy’s back, didn’t allow for her arms to reach all the way around Mandy. But she held on as tight as she could anyway.

Mandy turned right, up toward a walking path and parked the quad bike there.

-”Here we are! Let’s find a nice spot!”, she said as she slid off the seat. As Keio was to do the same thing, the slippery juices she’d covered the seat with made her slide down all too fast! Mandy caught her quickly before she fell off into the sand.

-”Whoops! I see you’re still wet too!”, she smiled and took Keios hand to her own crotch.

Keio could feel that Mandy was very wet and warm down there, through the swimsuit!

-”Yeah… we seem to have that effect on eachother..”, she mused and felt very horny again.

As they walked down toward the water, looking for a free space to lay down on, Mandy again set the vibrator to go off once a minute. She did feel a bit evil, but her horny thoughts were in charge and she excused herself by the fact that all she was doing was making her lovely Keio feel good and warm inside. That couldn’t really be a bad thing. She was doing it out of love… well, and out of lust too, a bit.

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They found a spot, closer to the water, but still a ways up where people weren’t walking around too much. They laid out their beach towels and Mandy unfolded some sort of wind screen. It was an orange and white striped sheet with three sticks you set into the ground. It worked to stop some wind and also to screen them off from others, at least on two sides.

They laid themselves down and Mandy offered Keio some sunglasses and a large sun hat.

Keio was lying on her back, supporting herself on her elbows, looking around at the people on the beach.

Yeah, almost only women… a lot of nice looking women too. Any time she saw one who was topless her eyes lingered. She’d never been to a topless beach. Well, in adult age she’d never been to any beach. But this was very nice.

They were secluded enough so that no one was too close and Keio didn’t feel like anyone was staring at her, or taking any notice actually. Maybe she also could go topless here, she thought.

But quickly brushed that thought aside. Let’s not get carried away now…

-”Why are there so many women here on this beach?”, she blurted out to Mandy, who was lying down on her towel, eyes closed under her sunglasses and just relaxing on her back.

-”It’s a lesbian beach community my dear. The only guys you’ll see here are some gay guys or some who are possibly transitioning.”

-”Oh…”, Keio was impressed. She hadn’t known there even was a community like this.

Actually, this made it much better. That meant that any women here looking at her, might actually be looking at her with… those thoughts… in mind.

This instantly made Keio feel much sexier. She pushed her chest out a little more and unconsciously pouted her lips a little.

For a while she lost herself in looking around, imagining all those women, making love to other women. They would be doing what she and Mandy just had been doing less than half an hour ago… damn, she could feel the flow between her legs more now. And that purple gadget had been acting up again trying to find a connection to the cloud or something. More often now than on the car ride here, just as Mandy had explained.

Well, they were far away from the city now of course the connection to internet-clouds would be worse.

But, it was enjoyable, every now and then, a vibration in her pussy, her butt filled up with the plug, the sun on her skin and looking over, a beautiful amazon by her side.

She took the opportunity to stare at Mandy as she was lying there… Keio imagined that she was sleeping, that gave her the courage to get a good look without turning her gaze away.

Mandy’s swimsuit was really tight on her… she could stare at that camel toe all day long.

Imagine that Keios mouth and lips had been down there!

Damn, she was feeling the heat waves coursing through her now. She wanted to stroke herself… well, because of her bust and stiffness in the body, she could hardly reach down ‘there’… but she could touch her breasts. Her nipples were almost as sensitive as her clit, so.. that would be nice… Hmm…

-”Mandy… are you asleep?”, she ventured in a whisper.

-”What is it love?”, Mandy replied without opening her eyes.

-”I feel kinda hot here in the sun. Maybe I could borrow some more of that protective lotion?”

-”You’re right Keio! It’s not good to just lie in the sun too long. How about we get in the water for a spell and then I’ll apply some more lotion on you?”, Mandy proposed.

Getting into the water… the thought scared Keio a little. That would mean having to walk out into the open… with people seeing her….

Here on the towel, a bit sheltered by the wind barrier Mandy had set up, she felt more safe. But, out there… amongst ‘people’…

Mandy got to her feet and stretched her hand out to Keio, -”Comon! It’ll do us good to cool off a little!”

Keio brought back her earlier thought of those ‘people’ on the beach being lesbians and maybe not giving her hateful looks. She held onto that thought and dared herself to take Mandys hand and get stood up.

Hand in hand they walked down to the water.

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Mandy was loving it!

For years she’d been coming to this beach community, feeling free. No one to judge her sexuality and even hooking up with some sweet girl a couple of times.

But NOW… here she was, walking down to the water with the sexiest woman she’d ever laid eyes on! She was revelling at how envious all the other ladies on the beach must be of her.

-”Yeah.. eat your heart out ladies… this one is ALL mine and we can make eachother come like there is no tomorrow!”, she thought to herself.

Now and then she glanced at the cute Keio, her sizable breasts bouncing and swaying as she walked, her hips and butt moving like an exotic belly dancer with every step, her poking nipples trying to bust out of that too small bikini top.

Anyone would have loved to be in Mandy’s shoes now.

They got down to the water. It was very cooling and they slowly waded outward. Holding hands, giving out small shrieks when a wave splashed at their legs.

Keio, who was the shorter one, was the first to have her pussy touched by the water. She almost jumped and clung herself to Mandy. Her head pushing against Mandys’ boobs!

-”Haha! Is it cold?”, Mandy giggled and kept striding out… soon they were out a ways and the water reached up over Keios shoulders. The buoyancy made her breasts float upwards and made it look like two pale balloons under her chins.

-”Wait! I’m on my toes here! Don’t go out farther!”, she exclaimed.

But Mandy assured her, -”Just hold on to me” and pulled Keio to her and walked out a few more steps.

Keio was now too deep to touch the bottom and clung like a monkey to Mandy. She wrapped her legs around Mandy’s waist and her arms around her neck.

Mandy could feel Keios soft pussy lips against her hip and her clit rubbing against her side.

In the water Keio was practically weightless and Mandy could easily pull her up and give her a deep kiss, turning Keio to her front. Keio was now floating and hanging on to Mandy, their boobs pressed together in a long deep lovers kiss.

Mandy let her hands play around Keios nethers. Caressing her ass, giving the plug a little nudge and pushing Keio up and down slowly feeling her pussy and clit rubbing against her belly. Now and then Keio would give out an extra strong moan and Mandy could feel that it was when the vibrator gave off a buzz.

Mandy pushed down one of Keios legs in between her own and started rubbing herself against Keios firm thigh under water.

Soon they both came again, while never letting go of their deep kiss, tongues twirling.

A bit exhausted they made their way back towards shallower waters. Before they came up over hip depth, they helped each other to adjust their attire so that it would cover their parts correctly again. Holding hands and giggling they made it up to their place on the beach again and laid down on their towels!

-”You think anyone noticed?!”, Keio asked in an excited whisper.

-”I noticed!”, Mandy replied, looking deep into those sweet, blue eyes.

-”Now we have to get you some nutrition!”, she said and hoisted up the shaker bottle with the rubber nipple cap on.

-”Lie down. You can drink while I apply some new sun lotion on you!”, Mandy ordered.

Keio laid obediently down on her back and gripped the bottle with both hands and started sucking on it. The tasty thick liquid felt very good in her mouth and going down her throat.

Not as sweet as her own milk, but… still good.

Mandy started applying the lotion on Keio. First her arms and shoulders, a few dabs on her forehead and cheeks, then downward, over her meaty chest… fingers ever so often sneaking in under her bikini top and softly brushing against her nipples. Keio closed her eyes and offered pleasurable moans.

Keios breathing and moaning became heavier as Mandys lotion rubbing traveled down lower and lower.

Again, the gadgets buzzing had increased, it was really searching for an internet connection now!

Mandy had looked around, no one was watching them. She increased the vibrators settings…

Keios engorged clitoris now got a good and thorough application of lotion and just as Keio was to remove the bottle from her mouth to let out a scream of ecstasy – Mandy held it back in her mouth with firm force! Keios muffled scream, with the rubber nipple of the bottle pressed down on her mouth couldn’t be heard far because of the wind!

She felt her bikini bottoms just as soaked as when they got out of the water earlier. Her juices were gushing out as her climax slowly subsided.

Mandy let the pressure off the bottle and Keio could breathe again. Still eyes closed and mouth wide open.

Mandy gave her mouth a lick, -”My turn to feed now.”, she said, pulled a towel over her head and dove in under, to Keios breast. Keio could feel how she slipped the fabric to the side, exposing her large and hard nipple… Mandy teased Keio with her tongue and then started sucking.

This was like a smaller, second orgasm, taking on before the other one had even subsided fully. Keio had to bite her fist to not let out any loud noises that would attract attention from others.

Mandy was sucking, long and hard drags. Keio could feel the milk squirting out and every suction sent a wave of sensations down to her drenched pussy!

Luckily the gadget had stopped buzzing for now (Thanks to Mandy turning it off again as Keio came.), otherwise this might have been unbearable.

Keio didn’t know if she fainted or fell asleep.

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Mandy had been overcome with horniness as she was putting her hands on Keios body, applying the lotion and watching the lovely girl sipping on her bottle.

And as she had made Keio climax, her impulses got the better of her.

She pulled part of the towel she was lying on over her head in an attempt to cover them a little and dove in on Keios right breast and started sucking as if her life depended on it!

Part of her mind knew that they weren’t really in private. The wind protective cloth obscured them somewhat from those that might be higher up on the beach, but it would probably still look ‘strange’ to anyone walking by with Mandy’s head under it, covered by a towel over Keios chest. But Mandy wasn’t thinking about that now.

The sweet and warm milk hitting her mouth took away any of her normal inhibitions.

As she was eagerly sucking on Keios hard nipple, the sweet, sexy girl’s moans became less intense and slowed down. Keio fell asleep and Mandy could breastfeed her as long as she liked.

After a long while, she let go of Keios breast and nipple… a slow stream of milk still poured out from it.

Mandy wiped her mouth and pulled back Keios bikini top to cover at least her areola.

Satisfied and her belly full of the tasty, sensual liquid, she took the time to let her eyes wander up and down over Keios sleeping body.

Man, she was such a hottie.

The seeping milk ran out from beneath the covering bikini top and the pussy juices glistened through her bikini bottoms. Mandy carefully let her fingers sweep over Keios yellow bikini down there. It was as if she had just come out of the ocean, and the wetness made the textile a little see through. The bikini had shifted a little and she could clearly see Keios engorged clitoris above the hem of the bikini.

This girl was truly a work of sensual art!

Mandy gave the bikini a small tug, so the hem of it rubbed against Keios clit.Keio rustled awake and gave out a pleasured moan.

-”Hey. How about some wine?”, Mandy asked and whisked up the bottle and two plastic glasses out of her beach bag.

-”Huh? Mmm… of course…”, Keio answered drowsily.

The couple lay there for a while, chatting, sharing the wine and looking at the people on the beach.

After they finished their bottle of white wine Mandy decided they should have a walk along the beach. Secretly she just wanted to flaunt her girlfriend around for the other lesbos there to see. She was sure that everyone on the beach would be envious of Mandy having such a busty, hot chick by her side! She enjoyed the thought of other women yearning for her girlfriend.

They collected their towels and stuff and started strolling along… Mandy had secretly turned on the vibrator in Keio again, so it would give out a buzz every 30 seconds. And she enjoyed the feeling of Keio making small noises and grabbing her hand harder every time it vibrated.

-”I’m sorry… it’s the thing again… it seems to be having trouble connecting…”, Keio excused herself.

Mandy grinned and pulled Keio closer. Looking down she could see wetness running down Keios thighs. But being on the beach, that just looked like she had just come out of the water.. nothing odd about that.

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They had walked for a good 15 minutes and turned back as they came to a pier. But Mandy could feel Keio getting less stable. Now and then her legs buckled. She had to hang on to Mandy just to stay upright. Keio was breathing heavily and been silent for the last 5 minutes.

-”What is it dear?”, Mandy asked, very much knowing that Keio probably was overcome with a building climax.

-”I feel a bit faint… and I’m dripping, down there..”, Keio whispered.

-”I see. We should take care of that I think… before you faint.”, Mandy told her and led her to a changing booth that was placed close by. Here and there along the beach were these rows of changing booths. A small shed-like construction with just walls and a kind of bathroom stall door. No roof. So you could see the feet of anyone inside, but the rest was in cover.

Mandy ushered Keio into one of them and locked the door.

-”Here… sit down”, she ordered the dizzy little Keio.

Keio sat down on the bench inside and leaned heavily against the wall… head back and eyes closed.

Mandy knelt down in front of her and quickly jostled Keios legs over her shoulders. One on each shoulder and Keios wet crotch right in front of her face!

As she moved Keios bikini to the side she could literally see her juices streaming out from her glistening slit! Keios vaginal lips were swollen and her clit was almost throbbing. A flow of fluid was seeping out onto the bench she was sitting on.

She directed Keios both hands to her mouth and put her mouth to those lovely swollen pussy lips!

Keio muffled her own scream and Mandy got a mouthful of squirt!

But that didn’t deter her! Mandy let her tongue loose and went up and down Keios slit in a frantic pace, ending every long lick with a quick suck on that large clit of hers!

Keios hips were thrusting back at Mandy’s face wildly and Mandy had to grab hold of her thighs with force to not get pounded in the face by all that sexy flesh!

As she felt Keio about to come, Mandy stopped the licking and just focused on sucking Keios clit! It was almost like giving a blow job to a very small dick.

Keio came in an avalanche of squirts! Mandy could feel the juices hitting her throat and running down her chest! Warm and sexy fluids. Some made it through her cleavage and ran down her belly, finally ending up down her own crack!

As Keios orgasm died down, Mandy managed to pull her face back from Keios heated and drenched crotch. She turned off the vibrator and just breathed for a while, still with Keios legs on her shoulders, the twitching pussy seeping in front of her view.

-”There. That should hold you for a while.”, she said. -”How do you feel?”

-”Ahh… yeah… thanks..”, Keios said while still catching her breath.

From her crouched position Mandy checked the floor of the stalls beside them. No feet. That means they were still empty and probably no one heard them.

-”Damn! What am I doing?”, she thought to herself.

-”This is so unlike me! Eating a girl out in a changing booth on the beach?!” Mandy contemplated how much of a primal slut she would’ve been perceived as if anyone had seen them.

Still… that was so worth the risk, she thought again… that was SO hot! Mandy felt herself being very wet down there, and it was not just from Keios juices that had run down,

They both got to their feet in the booth and did their best to untangle their hair and make it look like nothing strange had happened.

Keio couldn’t see down below her swelling boobs so Mandy helped her to shift the bikini bottoms so that they covered her slit… but she made sure to leave the hem too low, so that Keios big, succulent clit was still showing above it! Keio would never know anyway.. she couldn’t see down there and she couldn’t reach down there.

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Keio felt very refreshed and wild. Being licked to orgasm by the lovely amazon lady by her side! She could see that Mandy was all wet from her pussy juices. Mandy’s neck and cleavage glistened in the sun as if she’d just been bathing in the ocean!

But Mandy didn’t seem to mind and was all smiles.

-”Comon’, let’s have a drink!”, she said and led Keio up towards the boardwalk.

Coming up to the boardwalk Keio lost her confidence a little. She could still feel her vagina pulsating and the lingering feeling of Mandy’s mouth and tongue on her clit. With every step, sweet sensations shot up from down there.

Keio didn’t know that this sensation was also enhanced by the hem of her bikini rubbing against the underside of her exposed clit of course. But also, she felt very naked all of a sudden.

Admittedly, most of the women on the boardwalk were also dressing in only string bikinis or swimsuits. But here and there was someone in a dress or other summery clothes, which Keio felt made her stand out more. Although there were a few busty ladies here and there – none of them had the massive curves that Keio was showing off. Her bikini felt very small now.She got the image memory back from the mirror over at the beach house and there was so much skin showing.She felt a bit embarrassed, until she saw Mandy’s loving eyes look down at her.

Those eyes were full of admiring love and it gave Keios ego a boost!

Every step on the stairs up to the boardwalk sent lustful shivers through Keios body. The hem of her bikini bottoms pressed against the underside of her exposed clit every time she climbed a step. By the time they got up to the flatter wooden surface of the boardwalk Keio was again horny as hell and could feel her pussy seeping, without any diaper to suck up the juices they were now running down her thighs instead.

As they got up the stairs they could see a woman waving at them from afar! She had a big smile on her face and came with quick steps towards them.

-”This is my friend Erica.”, Mandy whispered to Keio.

Erica was a slender woman. Not many curves to talk about. She was dressed in very short jeans shorts. They were so loosely and low cut so that you could see her pink panties underneath. She was wearing a light blue shirt, instead of buttoned it was just tied up in front, also making her pink/white bra underneath very visible. Not that she would need a bra.

Her dark blonde hair was set up in a sloppy ponytail high up on her head and her smile seemed to go from ear to ear! She was tanned and strutting towards them now in high heels!

-”Heeeey! My darling!”, she exclaimed loudly and gave Mandy a forceful hug!

-”Erica!”, Mandy answered happily as she was smothered in kisses from Erica!

Keio couldn’t help but feel a sting of jealousy at watching this woman kiss her Mandy!

-”This is …Keio!”, Mandy said, the pause before saying Keios name made it clear that Mandy had probably mentioned Keio to Erica before.

Erica gave her a happy look and a big smile.

-”Well hello there Keio! I’m Erica!”, she said as she leaned down to give Kaio a hug also.

Erica was impressed! She’d heard from Mandy that she’d met some girl and had of course heard she was curvy. But she couldn’t have imagined that the girl was THIS curvy!

She looked like she was all hips and boobs, with a cute doll face on top.

Erica could only imagine what Mandy had been doing to that luscious little body… and had full understanding of why Mandy had become so smitten with her.

As she leaned in to hug Keio she couldn’t help but to get a good feel of Keios large sideboobs. Damn, they were firm! And their height difference made it so that she could feel Keios wet bikini against her belly and the stiff nipples pushing through the fabric.

Erica really just wanted to feel those huge breasts more, but kept her senses and just made it a short hug.

Backing off while Mandy was explaining that they were just about to get a drink, then maybe do some shopping, let Erica get a good look at the little, sexy Keio.

She was really a work of art. She looked almost like those sexdolls that people order from Japan. All of Keios chest was just breasts, and her pointed nipples could clearly be seen through the bikini top.

Down below, Keios thick thighs curved in and her pussy was only covered by a small triangle of yellow bikini, almost drowning between her thick thighs.

Erica couldn’t believe her eyes and tried really hard not to stare… but, was that a huge swollen clitoris? Just above the hem of the bikini, a glistening bulb of flesh was showing!

Damn! Didn’t the girl know she was exposing herself?

Of course not. How could she see anything down there, with those huge mounds of boob flesh above!

Erica felt her own cheeks getting red just from seeing what she just saw and hadn’t really heard what Mandy was saying to her…

-”Erica?”

-”Huh? Yes?”, Erica replied, pretending to be focused.

-”So, you wanna join us for a drink, or what?”, Mandy asked… following Erica’s gaze she’d seen what had gotten Erica out of balance.

Mandy smiled and winked at Erica.

-”Yeah, uhh.. yeah, of course!”, Erica answered and realized that Mandy had seen her stare and very much knew that Keios protruding clit was on full display for her to see.

Erica now understood that Mandy was in full boasting mode and very proud of the sexy girl she had caught!

They sat down at one of the serving tables outside a bar facing the waterfront. Erica couldn’t help but to glance at Keios luscious body. As she sat down, the lower parts were obstructed from view but it was good enough to see Keios huge breasts resting on the table and the outline of those hard nipples trying to burst out through her bikini.

Because of Keio being so short, her boobs were rested on the table and pushed up alot. The well rounded cleavage was totally covering her neck and Erica could only see Keios cute face and pigtails from behind her breasts.

Even after they’d been sitting there, chatting a while, Erica couldn’t help but notice how Keios bikini still seemed to be wet. Small droplets still came out through the bottom of the bikini top and either dropped down on the table or ran down and disappeared via Keios underboobs. Erica felt herself being hypnotized by this very curvy girl!

Keio was blissfully unaware of Erica’s prying eyes and just happily nodded along in the conversation. She didn’t know Erica and it was clear to her that Mandy and Erica had been long time friends.

But it was fun to hear their stories and Keio did her best to be cheerful and follow along in the conversation. She had to control her breathing the whole time to try to negate the increasing pleasure she felt from her clit. The tight bikini was rubbing against it with every little movement she made. But she couldn’t start moaning and drooling right here in front of people in public.

So it was a struggle for Keio. She could feel the wetness dripping down through the seat below her also.

After they each had finished their tropical drinks Mandy excused them.

-”Well, we have to be going now.. but we’ll see you at the beach house later, for the party.”

-”Sure thing!, Erica answered and gave Mandy a friendly hug as they stood up.

Standing herself up was a bit of a hardship for Keio. Apart from the sensual sensations blitzing from her nethers, she almost stumbled forward as her boobs slid off the table that had supported their weight for a while now. Keio saw that there was a whitish puddle on the table from her seeping boobs. As she stumbled, she quickly moved a napkin over the pooling milk that had dripped out, hoping no one would notice.

-”I’m sorry. I think the sun and the drinks are getting to my head.”, she shyly explained.

-”It was great to meet you, and… see you tonight!”, Erica said and gave Keio a close hug.

Erica just had to get a feel of those awesome breasts again and their height difference made it do that Keios face got planted between Erica’s tits and Erica could feel Keios much larger counterparts pressing against her belly. She got some wet stains on her shirt, but to Keios relief Erica didn’t seem to notice.

As Erica strutted away, Mandy took Keios hand and led her off to a beach shop close by.

-”Damn Mandy… I’m still wet as hell down there.. and my breasts are leaking milk!”

-”Well, just find a dress quickly and then get back home to take care of you sweetie!”, Mandy said reassuringly.

The beach shop was the classic kind – full of marine-themed trinkets, souvenirs, beach attire and summer clothes.

Mandy sped over to the dress section and started eying the merchandise. Keio just followed and felt even more naked now that she was indoors. She could feel how slippery her thighs were with every step and how milk was slowly dripping off from her underboobs.

She kept looking around more than she looked at the dresses Mandy was pointing to.

-”How about this one?”, she asked.

-”Mm.. yeah, that’ll do great, ” Keio answered without hardly looking.

-”Alright then. Let’s try it on!”, Mandy said and led them both into a changing booth. As Mandy was pulling the curtain together in the booth, Keio could see the dress she’d picked out.

It was a checkered, blue and white dress with ample room for cleavage and only two straps over the shoulders. The lower part of the dress was very bell shaped, seemed to reach only half way down to the knees and lots of white petticoats underneath.

It looked kinda like the dresses you’d see cute girls in the 50’s wearing, but a bit shorter.

-”Put it on.”, Mandy urged her.

-”I’ll never get my boobs into that thing!”, Keio whispered.

Mandy looked thoughtful. Gave Keio a look, gave the dress a look, held the dress up to Keio -”Hmm.. Let’s just check that the length is right first. They do sewing here too. They’re really good.”, she said.

Mandy held the dress up to Keios body and gave it an examining gaze.

-”I think this will work!”, she said and stuck her head out through the curtain, -”Hey, Tara!”

Keio could hear steps coming over towards their changing booth. The store was not very crowded so it seemed to be easy for Mandy to find someone’s attention.

Mandy ripped the curtain open and there was ‘Tara’ standing outside.

Keio was taken by surprise and felt as if someone had caught her naked. She held the dress tight in front of herself, trying to cover up as best as she could!

-”Here is what we have to work with.”, Mandy said as a matter of fact to Tara, the store clerk.

-”We like this dress, but it’s way too tight… up top you see.”

Keio looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

-”Show her Keio…”, she said and pried the dress Keio was covering herself with out from in front of her. -”My lovely lady here needs to get THOSE…”, pointing at Keios huge breasts, -”… into this..”, Mandy explained and pointed at the top of the dress she was now holding.

Keio felt extremely exposed and used all her willpower to not just cover up herself.

The young store clerk’s eyes widened, until she found her bearings and went into a more professional mode.

-”Hrm.. I see. Yes. Let me just take some measurements..”, she said as she whipped out a measuring tape from her skirt pocket.

Tara took both Keios rms and lifted them up from her sides. She measured Keio from her armpit down to her hip and asked her to turn around.

Keio did as she was told and was now facing the mirror. She saw herself again… damn, they were really big now! And the bikini top was soaked! Tara reached around from behind and placed the measuring tape around Keios swollen boobs, just under her protruding nipples.

As she tightened the tape, the pressure made streams of milk come out! If Keio hadn’t had the top on she’d probably be squirting milk all over the mirror.

Now it just made a milky flow push through the textile and stream down her tits, dripping off hastily from where the flesh turned inward.

Mandy could see Keios face as she whimpered with involuntary pleasure.

-”I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?!”, Tara asked in a worried tone.

-”Mmm.. ehm, no.. I’m just very sensitive..”, Keio whispered and tried to not give away that she felt an immense pleasure.

Tara took the measuring tape away and said, -”Well, I have the measurements. I’ll get right on it and send it over to your house. It’ll be max. 2 hours.

-”You’re the best!” Mandy replied and Tara scurried away with the blue and white dress in hand.

-”You’re gonna look super in that dress!”, Mandy said happily and gave Keio a kiss! Also Mandy gave Keios left breast a squeeze and Keio could feel some more milk gushing out wetting Mandys hand.

Mandy looked pleased and licked the milky white fluid off her hand. -”Mmm… now let’s get you back to the house.”, she said and sounded very excited.

The purple thing in Keios vagina had started buzzing more often again and Keio felt wobbly during their walk back to the quad-bike.

As she got onto the seat behind Mandy her weakened legs lacked support and made her sit down way too hard. The plug in her backside pushed in and Keio climaxed then and there on the bike. A gush of juices found it’s way out of her and flooded the quad’s seat. Mandy felt it from behind, warm liquid flowing in under her. Keio whimpered and tensed up gripping Mandy’s hips hard. Mandy felt a surge in herself also and rubbed her pussy against the now very slippery seat cushion.

Keio was only half conscious when they arrived back at Mandy’s beach house.

Mandy supported Keio inside and hurriedly flopped her down on the bed!

It didn’t take much force to rip Keios bikini bottoms off and dive in on her swollen pussy mound! Mandys mouth hit it so hard that it gave away a small splash out of the corners of her mouth! Keio wailed , grabbed at Mandy’s head but only got hold of her loose hair bun and her legs stiffened from the attack!

A few licks and a tsunami of juice filled Mandy’s wide open mouth! Mandy was not really ready for such a sudden burst and Keio was tugging hard at her hair, in effect making it so Mandy couldn’t pull away! Mandy had no choice but to swallow as fast as she could!

Mandy came hard herself now! This was such an orgasmic feeling! Having her mouth and throat filled with the cummings of Keio was such a sexy experience!

She managed to take a breath through her nose and then the next water wave came! Mandy swallowed again… this happened a third time before Keio lost her grip on Mandy’s hair and she could pull her mouth off from Keios squirting pussy!

Keio fell lip, just breathing heavily, with her pussy twitching. Mandy was sitting on the floor trying to ride out the orgasm of her own with her head leaned against Keios wet and slippery thigh. With every twitch of Keios pussy a new squirt of fluid came out and hit Mandy in the face.

Mandy’s face was already drenched in Keios love juices, so this just added on to it all.

After a few minutes Mandy managed to climb up to Keio on the bed and laid herself down beside the panting girl. Mandy laid her hand over Keios breasts and pulled her in… they hugged and fell asleep with a kiss.

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The Tookees control massive amounts of power, but they don’t know how it works. They know only that certain special women, captured with their ships in deep space, can be used as triggers to control the power. The spark needed to ignite the power comes during sexual climax. But something goes wrong when the Tookees capture The Marauder. Mousey and her seven fellow captives don’t trigger the power the Tookees need. So they try again, and again, and again.

The day ends with a bang

On the brink of death, nothing could be further from the mind of Joel McCabe. He had three women – and not just any three women, but the sexy wife AND gorgeous young daughters of arch nemesis Mickey Standish – under his complete control. Each in various states of undress, they were Joel’s toys to do with as he pleased over the cumming two hours.

Fifteen-year-old Barbie clone Tiffany Standish was clasped tight on his lap, back to his chest, the kitchen knife threatening to sever an artery should any of the women step out of line. The white tank top discarded, Joel amused himself by playing with a pair of peach sized breasts that felt like two stress balls. And oh was he ever about to relieve some stress. The pleated blue skirt remained in place, from time to time riding up Tiffany’s thigh when Joel’s hands squeezed those sweet breasts, causing her back to arch. Joel’s armoury was complemented by sister Charlotte’s thick buckled leather belt, cracked every so often for effect like a manic ringmaster.

Now, just imagine the scene that greeted Joel: below on the carpet, stepmother Jackie, a former model in her late thirties, and nineteen-year-old Charlotte, were about to provide a private floorshow – though not perhaps before a little more coercian. At least, that’s what Joel hoped. After all, unquestioning compliance to his twisted whim was no fun, no fun at all.

Joel licked his lips at the sight of Charlotte spread butt naked in profile, resting on hands and knees, cascading highlighted locks dangling like a veil. Stepmother Jackie knelt behind, eyes darting from Tiffany’s captive body to Charlotte’s plump pussy lips and puckered arse. The instruction from their tormentor: “I want to see you eat her pussy, Jackie,” hung threateniingly in the air like a spray of mace.

Jackie grimaced, the indignity weighing heavy. It was a battle of wills and she was on the wrong end. Alone she might take her chances, but couldn’t risk the teenagers’ lives. Joel’s grip tightened triumphantly on Tiffany, the blade glinting. “You’d like to see Jackie lick your sister’s cunt, wouldn’t you, Tiffany?” he whispered in her ear.

Tiffany wriggled around in his lap. “Let us go, you sick bastard.”

Joel merely grinned and fondled her tits a hit more. “Okay Jackie, go to work,” he prompted.

With – surprise surprise – Jackie foolishly playing dumb, Joel was forced to act the bad guy once more. Reaching over, he cracked the buckle end of the belt on Charlotte’s inner thigh, a real evil snap that immediately flared the tender skin. Charlotte yelped, tears welling, and almost immediately Jackie begged clemency, her soothing lips moving quickly to cover the welt. She nuzzled and licked at the graze, at the same time parting the younger girls arse cheeks to provide a panoramic view of Charlotte’s puffy labia for Joel and Tiffany. “Mmmmmmm,” slavered Joel.

Tiffany tried to turn away but the blade held fast, forcing her to spectate. Like a small child, Tiffany closed her eyes in defiance. Joel whispered that he’d slice off her eyelids if she tried that again, a threat that had the desired effect as, down below, Jackie worked her talented mouth up Charlotte’s shapely thigh, stopping a whisker from the younger girl’s pussy to draw a breath. Glancing aside, she saw Joel play idly with her other stepdaughter’s gorgeous young breasts, the other hand holding the keen blade to the girl’s throat.

When Joel gestured her to get on with it, Jackie knew she had little option other than to do it – for all their sakes. Hands on the tops of Charlotte’s thighs, easing apart the slick lips, in went her face. As the older woman’s tongue touched the inner flesh of her pussy, Charlotte battled to stifle a groan.

For no other reason than he wanted to, Joel lashed out with the belt, catching Jackie on her panty-clad arse. She sucked in air and screwed up her pretty face as Joel bellowed: “What are your knickers still doing on?”

“You never told me…”

THWACK. “But…” THWACCCCKKKK.

Jackie whimpered, the first visible sign that she was being slowly broken. Drawing the panties to her ankles and kicking them off her toes brought a nod of approval from their tormentor. Nonetheless he issued three rapid swipes of the belt to her bare arse as a warning, and because he could. Squealing, Jackie shuffled over with haste to press her face back hard into Charlotte’s warm snatch. The joyous sound of tongue flicking at moistening cunt filled the room. As Jackie’s eager tongue found her stepdaughter’s clit, each urgent flick seemed to send ripples of betrayal through Charlotte’s inexperienced body.

As Joel shifted in the armchair, he raked at his fly, gaining some relief for the stifled bulge beneath. The tip, doused in precum, had worked free of his boxer shorts, the shaft was so damned hard it hurt. Tiffany swallowed hard, deducing what was happening behind her. “Don’t they look just awesome together,” he teased, stroking Tiffany’s long blonde hair.

“You’re sick.”

With his spare hand, Joel reached for the hem of her skirt. Tiffany gasped, tiny hand lowering to meet his, trying to push it away. The constriction of the ever present blade persuaded the frightened teen to rest them passively at her sides, allowing Joel to fumble with the skirt and draw it slowly up her shapely young thighs. The girl’s breathing sped with each notch and higher, more intimate caress of tender thigh as Joel savoured the moment.

Things were getting just as hot on the floor below, the initial reluctance replaced by the heat of lust. As Jackie probed every moist pink fold of ger stepdaughter’s pussy, an unmistakeable groan of pleasure escaped Charlotte’s lips. As the older but nonetheless equisitely sexy older woman came up for air, her lips glistened with Charlotte’s juices. At the same time, Charlotte’s pussy dripped with saliva.

Gesturing Jackie back into place, Joel continued tugging until Tiffany’s skirt was drawn into a concertina at her middle, both thighs exposed. He reached over to place a clammy palm over the front of Tiffany’s panties, the warmth radiating back through his hand. Slowly he worked a thick probing thumb back and forth over the damp area where a pair of slick pussy lips met the crotch. “Oh God no, please, no…” she moaned desperately.

Joel continued rubbing his thumb back and forth, matching the motion of Jackie’s tongue in Charlotte’s cunt. Yet he wanted more depravity before he was done. “Now, kiss her arse,” he directed, “and get that tongue right inside, you filthy bitch.”

Jackie issued a sneer but, having come to realise that resistance was futile, trailed her tongue the length of Charlotte’s perineum. Curling it, she prodded at the quivering brown ring. Oh God, yesssssss,” bellowed Joel, continuing to rub Tiffany’s covered snatched as they watched.

Manoeuvring deftly, Joel spread Tiffany wide over his knees, his insistent thumb pressing the material right up and inside her wet snatch. Tiffany’s front teeth buried in her bottom lip, treacherous body going into uncontrollable spasms, light sensual moans encouraging Joel to rub more purposegully. “You two, change places,” he ordered. “Charlotte, it’s time to enjoy your first taste of pussy.”

Charlotte blushed, having evidently hoped she’d be spared the indignity. But Joel was insistent, a single jerk of the knife capable of slitting her sister’s throat. Jackie issued a consolatory look before easing on to her back, knees elevated. Inviting Charlotte in closer, a little stroke of the arm assuring her stepdaughter that everything would be okay. With a sigh of resignation, Charlotte crawled between the older woman’s legs. Jackie moaned in mock appreciation, but Joel wasn’t fooled by the charade, disappointed that they took him for a fool. Elevating a knee, he lowered the sole of his boot on Charlotte’s head, forcing her face deep down into Jackie’s crotch. “Alright, alright,” protested the young woman, the words muffled in cunt.

As Joel retracted, Charlotte began to lick at the gently petalling lips and this time Jackie’s moans carried an air of authenticity. Oh, if only Mickey could witness this. Frankly, he could do to Joel whatever he wished for Joel was having the last laugh. If word got out, his sheer audacity would be the stuff of legend. He’d be lauded for years to come as the guy that had taken on the great man, his wife AND both daughters.

Lowering the knife, the blade caressed Tiffany’s hip, eliciting a whimper. Joel sliced the waistband of her panties on both sides, the unsupported triangle of damp cotton in the middle sliding off to reveal a pretty snatch, bordered by a light brush of straw coloured hair. Joel’s thumb entered with a squelch, accompanied by a loud exhalation from Tiffany’s lips. As Joel rotated, a low moan filled the room, causing the other two women to look up.

Joel ordered them back into position, Charlotte working her tongue ever more urgently. The older woman reached to pinch a pair of sensitive swollen nipples that protruded from a pair of oversized, gravity-defying breasts. Unprompted, Jackie took Charlotte by the hair and up to her face. Exchanging hot deep French kisses and tasting her own arousal, it was as if she hoped Joel might shoot his load prematurely and turn his attention away from her virgin stepdaughter.

No chance. Joel was intent on claiming his prize. Placing his thumb against Tiffany’s hymen, he explored the snug tunnel with an index finger, encircling her clit. Tiffany cried out, breasts quivering with each heightened touch, body limp. Totally at his whim, Joel felt confident enough to place the knife on the arm of the chair without recourse, thus freeing up both hands to double the pleasure. Placing the palms beneath her elbows, her slight frame lifted easily. As Tiffany’s arse rode up his chest, a rock hard pole jerked below, intent on impaling her virgin vagina. The bulbous tip teased the girl’s slit as it hovered precariously close, bringing whimpered pleas. Adjusting, Joel slotted the head in place before letting gravity take its course, her body sliding down in slow motion. “You want this cock inside you, don’t you Tiffany?”

Tiffany shook her head in denial as the fat knob buried itself in the tightest damned cunt Joel had ever had the pleasure to encounter. Each notch elicited a cry from the teen virgin. A third of the stiff pole enveloped in sweet young pussy, further penetration was prevented by the barrier of her maidenhead. Desperate to fuck the young pricktease, Joel heaved an almighty thrust from the buttocks. After a moment’s shocked silence, Tiffany screamed as her hymen took the brunt, the rampaging fiery head tearing through the fleshy barrier.

Needing leverage, Joel reached for the girl’s firm young breasts, cupping and kneading, before compressing each nipple. Her young body rocked, riding his rockhard shaft as the pulsing shaft worked repeatedly over her swollen clit. “No…no…oh God no…no…no…nooooooo.”

“Yes!” hollered Joel, cock dipping and rising, thrusting with lust and fury.

Hard work at first, only Joel’s surpreme stiffness – the hardest he’d ever been – kept the momentum going. After two minutes of dedicated fucking, suddenly a switch in Tiffany’s brain seemed to flick. “God yes,” she moaned, taking a grip of the armchair. “Fuck me Joel, fuck me hard…yesssssss.”

The words prompted Joel to rammed in even harder, bashing her cervix over and over, to the accompaniment of lustful pleas from the not-so-sweet young girl. “Harder Joel, harder…oh God yes…make me your dirty little slut.”

The barrage pushed Joel to the verge of orgasm, his cock disappearing repeatedly between the girl’s legs as he fucked from behind like a stallion. At the same time, Tiffany bounced on the stiff shaft, more filth slipping from her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk…”

Hearing Tiffany become so animated forced Jackie to raise her head, watching intently, as Charlotte continued to eat her pussy. So rough was the copulation that Joel’s cock, glazed in Tiffany’s juices and streaked in a raspberry ripple effect, slipped out and rebounded off Tiffany’s belly. It waved in the air like a barber’s pole. Joel gestured Jackie in closer. “Lick it clean, bitch,” he ordered.

Pulling herself away from Charlote’s oral ministrations, Jackie shuffled over on her knees. Tiffany glanced down, eyes as wide as ping pong balls as, beginning at the base, her stepmother’s soft tongue lapped at the fluids clinging to Joel’s shaft. Rising gradually Jackie vacuumed up the film of dew. Joel grunted in appreciation. Reaching the mushroom head, Jackie hesitated, eyes fixed on Joel’s.

A hand reached out to grab the brunette’s hair, lifting and banging down her mouth, the tip plugging her throat. As Jackie spluttered and gagged, Joel held fast until his cock was as clean as a choirboy’s smock. Charlotte, in a trance, elevated from her stepmother’s pussy to watch. The spell was quickly broken as Joel gestured her closer. “Kiss her…nice and slow…tongues.”

Jackie caressed her elder stepdaughter’s cheek reassuringly, before tilting her head. Their faces met, both pairs of lips parting as tongues lashed together. The thought of Charlotte tasting her sister’s juices on Jackie’s mouth sent Joel wild with desire, his cock plunging back and deep into the tight cunt before him. He pumped like a piston, hands clamped at her waist. “Oh God, Joel, use me like the whore I am,” squealed Tiffany.

Her tight young cunt and vocal filth pushed Joel to the point from which he was unable to hold back any longer. As he arched his back and thrust hard from the buttocks to deliver one final deep slam, a wave of cum jetted into the soft pink tunnel and flooded her womb, the orgasm like a volley of gunshot in his head. When Joel stopped exhaling and his ears could hear once more, the deafening ring continued.

Jackie was up first, her face demonstrating TRUE fear for the first time that evening, the sort of fear only a gangster’s moll can know. Grabbing Charlotte’s hand, she fled to the hall as Joel and a disorientated Tiffany followed close behind, neither quite aware of what was happening. Sheer panic prevailed as Jackie skirted up a hang-down ladder into an attic that doubled as a panic room. The trapdoor shut tight, shrouding the naked quartet in black.

For five minutes the three women huddled, no words exchanged which was as well for they’d have been inaudible above the heavy breath. Another five minutes passed before Joel pressed his ear to the trapdoor. It was hard to hear anything. “I’ll go see,” he whispered.

“No,” warned Jackie, grabbing hold of his arm, the grip almost tender, the generosity of feeling surprising Joel, given what had just elapsed.

Joel proceeded nonetheless, taking hold of the trapdoor and feeling suddenly vulnerable and hugely fearful. Maybe this was the precursor to how his life would end. “I’ll be okay,” he assured, anxious to exit the dark claustrophobic tomb of a room.

Naked, he climbed through the gap and back down into the flat, heart racing. Darting from wall to wall like a policeman on a stakeout, he was ready to turn and run at the slighest disturbance. Yet perversely there didn’t seem to be any noise coming from anywhere. Retrieving and throwing on his clothes quickly, Joel crept over to hover on the stairs above the club entrance, listening but still hearing nothing. Slowly he took to the stairs, each creak eliciting a wince. Ear to the door, still nothing could be made out.

The scene that greeted Joel as he eased open the door took his breath away and would be etched indelibly on his brain forever. It was a scene of pure and utter carnage. Every single man in the room, had been shot where he sat, not just shot but peppered with bullets. The walls too had been pebble-dashed by machine-gun fire and every optic at the bar smashed into a million pieces, the contents drip-dripping on the floor in an eerie hollow tone. And the blood! It oozed over the sides of the tables, thickly coating the floor and edging towards him like a volcanic eruption of lava.

Joel was snapped out of the trance upon spotting Mickey Standish, like the others slumped in his poker hand, blood still seeping from multiple orifices. It took a moment to register on his brain: Mickey Standish was dead. The feeling of joy that cut through the numbness was overwhelming.

Joel blew hard, head in a whirl. He could only deduce that a rival gang had set upsome kind of hit akin to the St Valentine’s Day Massacre, knowing that the club would be full of Standish and his closest entourage. Just about every member in the hierarchy was lying dead in his own blood. A rival gang or a carefully orchestrated heist perhaps, in the knowledge that some fifty grand would be up for grabs. Or both?
Tiptoeing carefully around the scarlet stream, he towered over his vanquished nemesis, stating in a croaky, almost reverent voice: “Hello Mickey. Told you I’d have the last laugh…”

With that, he lifted the corpse by the hair, reaching inside the man’s jacket. He rejoiced as a roll of cash the width of a coke can was extracted. Now this would set up him up nicely and Mickey didn’t need it where he was heading. A quick dash around the table, several more thousand was plundered from inside pockets.

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Back upstairs Joel’s return was received warmly by the distraught women who already feared the worst. With Joel’s assurance that the worst was over, reluctantly they climbed from the loft. “Looks like a gangland hit or a heist. They’ve gone now,” he said matter-of-factly. I’m afraid Mickey’s dead.”

The two girls burst into tears, consoling each other with hugs. Jackie colapsed, burying her face in his shoulder. A minute passed as tears were shed. “It’s a pretty nasty scene down there. I think we should get moving. I’ve a place you can spend the night till things cool down. Has one of you a car?”

As clothes were restored and bags quickly filled with essentials, the enormity of the situation hit home for Joel – he was saved, the death sentence miraculously deferred. “Take the girls first,” suggested Jackie, handing him a set of car keys. “I’ll call the police and deal with things out here. Go with Joel,” assured Jackie, the girls seemingly reluctant.

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The following morning Joel awoke, wondering at first whether it had all been some incredible dream, the notion negated when he saw each of the girls clinging to his side like babies. Jackie had phoned at midnight to confirm they’d be keeping her overnight and both girls had insisted on sharing a bed with him. Well, who was he to deny the rquest? At about two a.m. he’d awoken to find Charlotte stroking a penis that stretched half-cocked on his belly. “Do to me what you did to Tiffany,” she whispered through sad-looking yet lustful eyes.

Though Joel hated to take advantage of a young girl in a heightened state of grief, he put his principles aside to bang her senseless. The resultant commotion woke Tiffany and soon Joel had two horny, emotional sisters vying for his attention. They swapped positions and it was gone four before the last of his seed had been drained.

As he climbed from bed, careful not to wake the girls, Joel’s groin was killing and he walked like John Wayne. After a relieving long pee, he limped downstairs. Now that the ordeal was over, finally he could clear the stack of messages from the answerphone.

Contrary to his fear, they were from family and friends, one message from his mum, another from his dad, and even his brother Pete chipped in. A few other acquaintances enquired of his whereabouts. The last message was fresh, left last night at five thirty. “Hi Joel, it’s, um, it’s Natalie. Look, sorry for bothering you, but I, um, I really enjoyed what happened this morning. I wondered if you’d, um, like to come round again sometime when Pete’s out. Call me.”

Joel raised his eyebrows, startling as the letterbox rattled. It was going to take some time to put yesterday out of his mind and lead a normal life. Too early for the mailman, a folded-up handwritten note lay on the mat. It read: ‘Dear Joel, thank you so much for yesterday, you really brought out the slut in me. I’m longing for a repeat. Please don’t make me wait, Cathy.’

Joel blew hard, his attention drawn by giggly girlish voices upstairs. Jeez, he was a father figure now to boot. He didn’t know which way to turn. One thing was sure, life was never going to be the same again. Perhaps he ought just to take the thirty grand and get out of London.

The End

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I met my new lady, Angela at singles cocktail party. A most attractive and articulate woman.

I am Simon, a well-presented forty-year old divorced male in professional employment. Angela, I learnt is a year younger than me and also in professional employment.

Dinner the next night with lots of questions which became more pointed as we flirted with each other.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Do you like oral sex?”

“Do you shave or wax?”

“How big are you?”

“Are you bi?”

“Would you like to be?”

“I am,” Angela told me with a big smile and I thought little of it.

A lunch date the next day, then back to her condo. We were both naked one minute after we walked through the door. Wonderful sex as we fucked like rabbits. I was impressed with her gorgeous, fuckable body, wonderful thighs and a magnificent ass. She with my thick, nine-inch erection.

Oral sex for Angela on our third date. A blow job for me on our fourth date.

Over the next weeks we fine-tuned our sex. Countless positions, licking, sucking, teasing, edging, mutual masturbation, lots of talking before and during love making and fucking.

After six weeks Angela told me she had invited one of her girlfriends to visit for a week, commencing on the Sunday afternoon. “Nancy and I were lovers at one stage. I told her all about you and how well hung you are. She wants to have lesbian sex with me while you watch, naked, so she can see if really are well hung. Are you fine with that Simon?”

“Of course honey,” was all I could mutter excited at the thought of watching my lady having lesbian sex. And the chance to flaunt my thick, nine-inch erection for a new woman was most appealing.

Nancy is a most attractive lipstick lesbian I muse as I greet her at the door, wearing just a tight pair of low cut jeans, and explain Angela is still getting ready.

“She has told me lots about you,” Nancy smiles as she kisses me lightly and runs her hands over my bare chest.

“Love your outfit,” I tell her as I look her over. Heels, tight leather slacks and matching top with most of the buttons undone to display her modest cleavage.

“We can talk later Nancy, fuck me with your tongue while Simon watches, turn us both on,” Angela smiled as soon as she appeared.

“Did you like watching that Simon? Next time you can watch Angela pleasuring me with her tongue. And perhaps I could suck your large cock at the same time?,” Nancy teases as I masturbate with two naked women watching.

And the next day she did suck my cock while I watched my lady Angela fuck her with her tongue.

Then, the next day my lady Angela sucked my cock while I watched Nancy fuck her with her tongue.

The following day Nancy told us she wanted to watch me fuck Angela and participate. And we did with Angela flat on her back on a high bed, with her legs over my shoulders while I stood as I fucked her while Nancy kissed and licked her lips and nipples.

“Did Angela tell you she used to spank me Simon? And I used to spank her?,” Nancy asked one day with a paddle in her hand. “It can be wonderful foreplay.”

Angela has a sparkle in her eye I have never seen previously as Nancy lays naked on the bed with a pillow under her so her ass is raised. I have never watched a spanking and the tension as the two women prepare is a buzz for me. Nancy has her hands clasped as Angela lands the first blow squarely on her clenched ass cheeks.

After the fifth blow Nancy is muttering, “That is so good. Now you Simon, don’t hold back, give me five. Then we can spank Angela.

“Did you enjoy spanking me Angela? Would you like a spanking?,” Nancy teases.

“You know I would,” Angela smiles as she lays on the pillow with her naked ass on display.

“Five from me, then five from you,” Nancy smiles as she lands the first blow.

“Would you like us to spank you Simon?,” Nancy asks as I watch her spanking her friend’s and my lady’s naked ass.

“Would you Simon?,” she asks again as I take my turn to spank my lady.

“Yes please,” I respond as I undress, aroused the thought of a spanking. I have almost a full erection as I lay on the warm pillow.

“Do you like that?,” Angela asks as she lands the first blow.

“Perhaps harder,” she asks as she lands the fifth blow.

“Yes,” I moan as I watch her hand the paddle to Nancy.

“Stand with your hands on the wall and spread your legs,” Angela whispers. “Nancy and I have a new experience for you.

The anticipation of the next stroke of the paddle on my naked ass while Angela has a hand wrapped around my very erect cock as she tongue kisses me is a new and exciting level of sexual pleasure for me.

Exquisite sexual pleasure with Angela tongue kissing me as she slides her lightly clenched hand along my rock hard erection as Nancy lands the first blow.

Nancy is building the tension by taking at least ten seconds between each blow as Angela keeps on tongue kissing me as she teases and edges me while sliding her lightly clenched hand along my erection.

Incredible sexual tension for me each time as I wait for the next stroke.

“That’s twenty, do you want me to keep going?,” Nancy asks.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I moan as I am on the edge of a whole new sexual experience, the pain balanced by the pleasure. I am almost desperate to orgasm in this situation.

“Twenty-one, your cock is throbbing,” Nancy whispers.

“Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Your body is shaking. One more?”, Nancy whispers as Angela continues tongue kissing me. Her hand is tightly clenched now as she slides it over just the tip of my cock. I am close, so close.

“Yes, one more,” I groan as I have a mind blowing orgasm with two naked women watching.

A month later Angela told me she has invited Angela around again. “She wants to bring a man with her this time. A fifteen-year younger toy boy, Terry. Are you fine with that?”

“Yes I am baby,” I respond as the penny drops. For the last month Angela has asked me a number of times, “Has another man ever sucked your cock? Or given you a blow job? Would you like me to watch a pretty toy boy suck your cock and bring you to orgasm? Perhaps it would be even better with Nancy and I watching after she has fucked me with her tongue?”

I am the center of attention, after Nancy and Terry arrive as I walk in wearing just a black, skimpy jock strap. “Your ass looks fabulous in that,” Angela told me as she watched me put it on, then rubbed a hand over my ass.

Terry had little into interest in the two women while I watched Nancy bring Angela to a long slow, then noisy orgasm with her tongue. I was naked apart from my jock strap while laying back on the sofa enjoying the two naked women pleasuring each other as Terry licked and sucked my nipples. “Are you straight or gay?,” he asks as my cock semi-erect responds to the pleasure he is giving my nipples.

“Straight.”

“Even better, an extra challenge for me,” he smirks as he releases my cock from my jock strap. “Nancy told me you were hung and you are.

“Do you like having your balls sucked?,” he asks as he watches me slide on a cock ring and fasten it under my balls.

Without waiting for an answer he is expertly sucking both of them in turn with a hand around my shaft.

I am fully erect now and have my hands behind my head as he commences licking and kissing my thick, nine-inch erection.

Angela is tongue kissing me as Nancy licks and sucks my nipples.

I had long thought a blow job from an experienced male would be better than one from a woman. A male would understand the nuances and pleasure spots that makes a blow job exciting?

And I was correct. For almost thirty minutes Terry had me in his thrall. Lick, kiss suck, tease, edge and flattery an extra turn on. “Your rock hard cock is magnificent, nine-inches and thick. And you are a straight man, I want to show you what you have been missing.

“Does that hurt?,” Terry manages to whisper as he scratches my balls.

“Yes, do it harder.”

Angela and Nancy are watching intently as Terry is working on my erection with a finger and thumb of each hand.

Then the most incredible, mind blowing orgasm. My whole body is shaking as three people watch me blow.

After that experience Angela asked me a number of times if I had ever sucked another man’s cock. “You were very comfortable having a toy boy suck your cock, have you ever reciprocated?”

“No, but if I was really horny I could suck a really pretty, hung tranny.”

The next Wednesday after we fucked long and hard Angela told me I was on a sex diet until Sunday. “You know why don’t you? I want you horny, really horny. Nancy has a really pretty, hung tranny for you. And she wants to watch with me.”

“This is Venus,” Nancy smiles a little after three on Sunday as she walks in holding her hand.

Venus is an absolute stunner, perhaps twenty-five, creamy white skin and beautifully groomed and dressed. Heels, tight above the knee black skirt and matching silk blouse with enough buttons undone to display some exciting cleavage.

One of my long held fantasies is about to happen and I hardly know where to begin.

“Nancy told me she wants to watch you give me a blow job And your lady wants to watch as well. I love an audience, Let’s commence with some foreplay,” Venus whispers full of confidence with her hands all over my bare chest as I open her blouse and lick, then suck her nipples.

I stand behind her and kiss her neck before I lift her skirt to look at her ass, highlighted by a skimpy thong. Magnificent, just as I hoped. I have a full erection as I lick and kiss her ass cheeks.

Venus still has her blouse over her shoulders as I release the zipper on her skirt and slide it down to her ankles, then her thong. An attractive tranny, or is it a woman or man in heels with tits and an erection is wonderful eye candy for me.

“Your naked body has given me a huge hard on,” I whisper truthfully as I take in her very attractive naked body.

Venus is sitting on the sofa, her legs are wide apart as I ogle her cock. “Seven inches but not as big as you. My tits are better than yours though,” she teases as I kneel and lick my way up her inner thighs. Then for the first time I have my hand on her very erect cock as I lick her balls.

Huge sexual tension with two women watching as I lick and kiss her erection. Then I purse my lips and as women have done to me many times, and commence sucking his cock with my hands on his balls.

I am not sure what I should be doing to pleasure a tranny, so I rely on the way I enjoy receiving a blow job.

I hold the shaft of her cock with one hand and use the very tip of my tongue to lightly lick the head. I am making slow circles or light taps around the circumference of her cock. Then stroke her frenulum, something Angela does to me, the extra-sensitive area on the bottom side of the head of her cock.

I am holding her cock an inch below the head while I wrap my lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva, I am gently sucking and licking the head of her rock hard erection.

“Wow,” I can hear Angela and Nancy mutter as I slide more and more of her erect cock between my tightly pursed lips.

I want to tease and edge Venus, as well as myself and the two women. I let her erection slip from my lips as I make eye contact with Venus.

Then, using plenty of saliva, I gently suck and lick the head of her cock some more, as I use my fingers to stroke her balls and move her sack around in my hands.

I want to pleasure Venus for at least twenty minutes. To edge Venus I take a break and stroke her erection with my hands while kissing, licking and nibbling at her legs.

By now I am full of confidence and very relaxed in my ability to bring Venus to orgasm.

Again I am holding her cock an inch below the head while I wrap my lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva, I am gently sucking and licking the head of her rock hard erection.

After around twenty-minutes, Venus is taking shallow, quick breaths as Angela and Nancy watch on. Her muscles are tense, very tense, her thighs are quivering. I can feel her erection throbbing between my lips.

“Swallow,” she whispers and I do.

Then Angela and Nancy gave me a hand job that had a whole new vibe after my experience with Venus as she watched on.

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Tis is a story of lesbian love between three young women. It is a three part series and I hope that you enjoy it.

My name is Kristy and I’m a lesbian. It’s not that I like women better than men or that I have lesbian tenancies. Believe me when I say that it is not my preference to make love with a woman but it is my only desire because I have only loved women and have never loved or been loved by a man. I’m just glad that I no longer have to wonder about the latter because I’ve met my soul mate and we will be together forever.

I’m in my late twenties, an educated professional living in a loving, tolerant community on the east coast with my lover and, if the political climate remains as it is, soon to be my spouse. She is the most wonderful person that I have ever met and we fell in love immediately when we first saw each other and have since committed our lives to one another.

She was attracted to me during a presentation that I gave in The City a few months ago so she came up to me afterwards and introduced herself. I saw stars and heard the bells start to ring and I knew at that very instant that I had met the person that I would spend the rest of my life with.

Her name is Martha and I call her Marty. She has dark hair and an athlete’s body, all trim and firm and perfect in every way. She says that she loves me more than anything in the world and I have no reason to not believe her because I have the same feelings for her. But I’m jumping ahead of myself in my story.

It all started during the summer of my twelfth year between the 6th and 7th grade in elementary school, the year that my cousin Leslie came to spend a week or so with us in Kansas. That was the start of my sexual awakening and I have my wonderful cousin to thank for it. Leslie was from the east, New York State to be exact and had never been to a farm before. We didn’t have that big of a farm or that many animals but what we had was more than she had ever seen before.

It wasn’t the first time that I had seen my cousin but it was the first time that I remembered. Our family had traveled out to visit her family when I was two but I had no recollection of that meeting at all. So when my mother told us that we were going to have a visit from my cousin Leslie that summer, I had no point of reference to base my feelings on.

I found out much later that Leslie had been sent out there by her parents with the hope that she would learn something about life out of the city but, after the first couple of days, it was apparent that it was she that would do the teaching and it was us two younger girls that would do all of the learning.

My sister was two years older than I and at 14 she was the average teenage girl. She was average in height and weight but was much better looking than I was when I got to that age. She wore her blondish hair back in a cropped cut and always had on those bibbed overalls around the farm. She loved the horses more than anything else and until Leslie showed up, had no curiosity about sex at all.

Leslie was a bright, beautiful young girl with dark brunette hair, a fantastic body that she was proud of and knowledge of the adult world that went far beyond those 15 years on this earth should have granted her. She had a confident smile that lit up any room when she entered and the sway of her hips gave off a vibe all by itself.

When my Mom took us to the bus station in town to meet Leslie, Laura was the one who made the first move as she ran up to our cousin and gave her a warm hug and “Howdy” with a broad smile on her face. Leslie was startled by this display of affection from someone that she hardly remembered but hugged her back in a sense of desired friendship. Next it was my turn to give Cousin Leslie a similar greeting and she repeated the warm gesture to me also. After Momma greeted her with the same, Leslie stood back a ways with a little redness in her cheeks.

We talked a bit and then Momma grabbed the suitcase that was sitting right next to her niece’s leg and turned to walk back towards the family car. Us three girls fell in behind her and as Leslie walked along in her short white skirt and a floral pull over shirt, Laura commented something about her not wanting to get that white skirt dirty out on the farm. I noticed a smile come across Leslie’s mouth and I was sure that she was thinking about what her parents had gotten her into.

Leslie had not taken a bus all the way out to Kansas from her hometown near the Finger Lakes of Central New York but, in fact, had flown out to Kansas City but had transferred to the bus that took her all the way out to our farm. As she later told the story, “It felt like it was right next to the pipeline; the one that they used to pipe the sunshine out to us with.” She told me later that she certainly felt like a shorn sheep in the middle of winter out there on the farm but she was going to try to make the best of her experience.

When we arrived at the farmhouse, she seemed pleasantly surprised at how new it was. The house had a big front porch that wrapped around the sides and it greeted her with its warm swing seat that beckoned her to try it out so, as she backed into the swing, she sat down awkwardly and spread her legs out to catch her balance. We both caught a glimpse of the pair of panties that Leslie was wearing and almost choked in surprise at the sight. Leslie saw us both turn our eyes down there and blush and she knew what we had seen. She smiled a mischievous little smile and slowly closed her legs.

The farm was actually the reminisce of a subdivided homestead and consisted of 20 acres, a barn to house the few animals that my family maintain and the lovely two story farmhouse that was constructed no more than five or so years before. My Daddy was an attorney and my Momma managed the local bank and they had no time to actually farm anything. It was a hobby for them both and a good place to raise the two of us so everyone was happy, except, as it turned out, Leslie.

This was her parent’s idea to ship her out there in the middle of nowhere to get her away from the bad influences that were creeping into her life. At 15 years old, she had long ago discovered sex and was actively engaged with one boy/man after another so they thought and hoped that by sending her out to Kansas to stay with her cousins, maybe, just maybe, she would forget about her “boyfriends” and settled down to be a more normal 15 year old girl. But Leslie had other ideas so it was up to us girls to influence her and that wasn’t about to happen.

We shared a room on the second floor of the farmhouse. Our parents had their bedroom on the downstairs floor so we had the whole upper floor to ourselves. And it was a very big room; measuring about 20’ by 16’ not including a private bathroom and in it we enjoyed two double beds and a single set of bunk beds, two desks with computers on them plus a stereo, a big screen HDTV and a couple lounging chairs for reading and studying. Not bad for a couple of country girls.

When Leslie caught a glimpse of the luxurious surroundings, she just grinned and plopped down on one of the double beds and threw back her hands with a loud cry of excitement. “Which one is mine?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Momma told us to give you whichever one you wanted,” I chimed in.

“Normally I take the double bed over there and Kristy takes this one,” Laura said, indicating the one she was sprawled out on, “but like Kristy said, Momma told us to give you the one that you wanted, so which one will it be?”

Leslie rolled over flat onto her back and bent her knees up, crossing her feet on the bed. Her skirt slipped up her thighs and gathered at her hips, exposing her panties once again to our eyes. We suddenly realized that her underwear was made out of see through material and they weren’t black as I previously had thought they were. Our mouths must have dropped open in disbelief as we each tried not to stare at the black patch of pubic hair that was showing through her panties but when Leslie turned her head and caught us staring at her, she just smiled and moved her skirt down to cover her crotch and said, “I think I’ll take this one if it’s alright with you Kristy.”

I tried to recover from the shock of seeing Leslie’s patch through her panties and stammered out, “Ah, yeah, ah it’s okay with me. I’ll just take one of the buck beds until you have to go. It’s no big deal.” I shrugged my shoulders and tried not to show just how embarrassed I was.

“Oh Kristy, I just thought that if you don’t mind, I could sleep with you in the same bed,” Leslie suggested.

A look of horror flashed over my face I’m sure as I immediately tried not to object too forcefully. “NO. I mean you will want to sleep by yourself and I don’t mind the bunk bed really,” I managed to get out. But the look on my face must have told the other two that I was mortified at the thought of sharing my bed with a complete stranger, no matter if it was my cousin.

“Okay, well, suit yourself,” Leslie shrugged.

The three of us began to talk and Leslie asked all sorts of questions about what we did for excitement around here way out in the boonies. Laura told her that we would play games and ride the horses and swim in the swimming pool. We liked to go to the barn and play up in the hay loft. She told her cousin about the rope swing that we had built and attached from the rafters up there and we often played “trapeze” on it. She was excitedly telling her what all we had to do around here when Leslie interrupted her with a question. “Aren’t there any boys that you play with?”

Laura answered in a matter of fact sort of way, “No, we don’t have any boys around. In fact there aren’t many kids our age around here at all.”

Leslie frowned but continued to listen to what was in store for her stay out there in Kansas but I could tell from her expression that, so far, she wasn’t impressed with her choices. I was observing her every action and reaction to Laura’s explanation and wondered what was going on in Leslie’s mind but I continued to watch and keep my mouth shut.

It was getting kind of late and we all decided that it was just about time to start getting ready for bed so I took my things into the bathroom to take a shower before crawling up into the bunk bed. Leslie was the last to take her shower and when she came out, Laura and I could not believe what our eyes were seeing. Our mouth’s dropped open for the second time in the day as Leslie pranced out with her towel over her wet head and nothing else on. She was totally nude as she walked over to her bed and noticed that we were once again staring right at her naked body.

“Haven’t you two seen a naked woman before,” she chastised us for looking at her.

Neither of us said a word for the longest time and then Laura found her voice and stammered out, “Ah, yeah but I guess that you just surprised us because we normally wear our pajamas after we get out of the shower. It’s just that we’ve never, ah, well, we’ve never had anyone stay the night who doesn’t, ah, well, who doesn’t put on their pajamas I guess.”

“Oh,” she said as she walked over to the mirror on top of the dresser without even trying to cover her many charms and then raising her arms above her head to releasing the towel. Then she added, “Well, do you like what you see?”

There was a gasp from our mouths and then a giggle that escaped from my lips. “Yeah, I guess. I’ve never seen a pair of boobies quite that big before, but I think that I would like it if mine ever got that big,” Laura said through her embarrassment.

Leslie turned her body around to face her admirer as she strutted right up to the 14 year old. “That was the nicest thing to say Laura,” and bent down and kissed her right on the cheek. Laura turned an instant shade of red as she sat down on her double bed. Leslie looked at her with interest and asked her, “Would you like to touch them?”

“NO!” Laura said emphatically. “Gosh Leslie, what made you ask me that?” she said in disgust.

“Well, you were admiring them so I just thought that maybe you wanted to touch them that’s all,” she said in an almost a disappointed tone. “But if you don’t then,” she turned and walked back to the mirror, “then maybe another time.”

Laura meantime was feeling very self-conscious about the size of her own breasts, as those of Leslie would make two of hers, but what caught Laura’s eye was Leslie’s fine wax job on her pubic patch. It was neatly trimmed on the top and was waxed along the bikini line and Laura swore that she must have trimmed the length because it was too short to be natural. She was thinking about its length when she noticed that Leslie was looking directly at her and was smiling. Laura looked away and her cheeks turned crimson.

After brushing and blowing her hair dry, Leslie walked over to the bunk bed where I was sitting and asked me point blank, “Did you change your mind and decided that you want to sleep with me? I sleep in the raw you know?”

I recoiled away from her advances and blurted out, “Ah no, I just, ah I’ll sleep over, ah, good night Leslie,” and hurriedly crawled under the covers. Laura went over and turned out the light and then came back to her own bed and said to the both of us, “Good night,” and rolled over to go to sleep.

“Good night,” I repeated as I heard a small chuckle come from the other bed. Then I heard a small voice saying, “Good night Cousins.”

Early the next morning, Leslie was tucked under the covers when Momma came up to make sure we were up and awake before she went into work. I instantly thought about her coming in and discovering how Leslie slept in her nothings and that I had to stop her from barging into the room so I decided that I needed to get up before the other two girls the next morning to beat my Momma to the punch. So as I rolled out of bed, I made a mental note to set my alarm for tomorrow.

Why did it matter to me if Momma caught Leslie sleeping in the nude or not? I couldn’t answer that question but now, thinking back on that time, I think it was because, no matter how embarrassed I felt at the time, I secretly wanted to see her delicious body as she paraded around completely naked. So as we all met down in the kitchen for breakfast just as Momma was leaving for work, I realized that we were all alone for the day and a strange sensation crept over me.

“What do you guys want to do today?” asked Laura.

“Go horseback riding!” I exclaimed.

“I think that I would like to look around your farm and get acquainted a little bit,” said Leslie. “We’ve got a lot of time to go horseback riding and I would like to get the lay of the land before venturing out on a horse. I’ve never ridden a horse before so I’m a little scared to try it.”

I said all excited about having something new to show my cousin, “Oh it’s so much fun. I’m sure that you’ll love it once you try it.”

“Kristy,” her sister spoke up, “I think that Leslie said that she wanted to see our farm first so I think that we should do what she asked, don’t you?” giving me a look and nod. We had been schooled by our parents about not making Leslie do anything that she didn’t want to so when Laura told me to back off, I dropped the horseback riding at least for the moment.

“Let’s go out to the barn and explore that hay loft you told me about last night,” suggested Leslie.

“Sounds good to me but I’d put on some pants if I were you because the hay will stick in your legs and I don’t thing that short skirt will do much to protect them,” Laura explained to her.

Leslie told her that she would be alright and, after our breakfast, she was the first one out to the barn. She opened the door and shaded her eyes through the darkness and dust of the barn. I bounded ahead of her to show her where the ladder was that led to the hay loft. Leslie insisted on going first up the ladder and when she was about half way up, we were standing directly under her looking up and saw that she was wearing a thong for her underwear and her butt cheeks were sticking out for all for the world to see.

We each looked up and then at each other as we kind of grinned at what we saw. The fine thin piece of cloth that ran between her butt cheeks was like a piece of dental floss stuck between two teeth, it was plugged in there so tight, but under closer inspection, I could see the darkness of her pubic hair making itself visible up the front of her crotch as she made her way up the ladder. When she had climbed to the top wrung, she took a big step off of the ladder and turned around to look back down at the two sets of eyes staring up her short skirt.

“I can think of another reason you should have changed into pants before heading up to the hay loft,” said Laura with a smile on her face. Leslie just smiled back at her as I started up to join her. By the time that Laura made her way up the ladder, Leslie was watching as I was demonstrating the fine art of swinging on the home made trapeze that hung from the rafters.

As Laura walked over to join us, Leslie was grapping on to the bar and I was giving her a push out into no man’s land over the bottom floor of the barn. Leslie was swinging back and forth with her arms straight and her knees bent and when she made a pass across the opening, I made a grab for her and pulled her back onto the loft.

“That was great,” exclaimed Leslie. “I want to do it again!”

“Okay but this time do something funny to make it more fun,” I instructed her with a big grin on my face.

Leslie took another leap out over the nothingness of the void and this time she picked up her legs and spread them out wide showing us two onlookers her wide open crotch and as she swung back, Laura made a grab for her. The only thing that she could do was to grab onto her legs and when they wrapped around her body, she lost her balance and they both went tumbling back onto the hay loft with Leslie’s legs around poor Laura’s body. They landed with a thump with Leslie sitting on top of Laura’s chest and as their momentum came to a stop, Leslie kind of scooted her way up on my sister’s body with her crotch ending up just a few inches from Laura’s face.

Laura looked up at what was in front of her and Leslie didn’t make a move. I rushed over to help Leslie off of my sister and when she stood up with her legs on either side of Laura’s head and her wide open eyes, she just continued to look up between Leslie’s legs and directly into the dark patch looking back at her. She didn’t say a word until Leslie took a step forward. It was only then that Laura realized that she wasn’t breathing but gasping for the air that had been knocked out of her.

As soon as Leslie realized that her cousin was in distress, she kneeled down beside her and started giving her mouth to mouth respiration. I instantly thought that this was unnecessary but soon was kneeling down on the other side of my sister to see what I could do to help. After a few breaths, Laura moved her hands up to Leslie’s mouth and pushed her away saying that she was alright but Leslie would have nothing of it as she continued to place her mouth on her cousin’s.

“I’m okay!” Laura insisted as she tried to sit up.

Leslie removed her mouth as she slowly leaned back on her haunches allowing her cousin to sit up straight.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked a concerned Leslie.

“Yeah, I’m fine now. I just had the wind knocked out of me that’s all,” she told us both. “Why did you insist on kissing me on the mouth?” she wanted to know.

“I thought that you were choking or something I don’t know. I was saving your life by giving you mouth to mouth resuscitations,” Leslie said.

“I think I felt your tongue,” she told her with a disgusted look on her face. “Anyway, I’m fine now,” she said getting on her feet once again. A devilish little smile came to Laura’s face and a slight glance into Leslie eyes that told me that something just happened between those two but I didn’t have the foggiest idea what.

Leslie sat back on her rear end and brought her knees up in the air showing her crotch to us two girls again. She had no problem letting us see her private area but when Laura saw her panties once again, she had to speak her mind.

“Leslie, why do you show of your crotch and panties to us like you do?” she asked.

Leslie answered, “Why not? Haven’t you seen my crotch before? Last night I remember that you both were staring at it like you really liked to see it so I felt that I would show you what you wanted to see,” she said nonchalantly.

“Last night we were staring because we couldn’t believe that you would show it to us and today we were looking because we still can’t believe that you had no shame,” Laura answered.

“I don’t have any shame about showing my cousins, my girl cousins, something that we all have. It’s called a crotch or a pussy and I believe that we each have one. Mine just happens to be more developed than yours but basically it is the same thing. Do you want to see more of it?” she asked suddenly.

“NO!” cried Laura.

But I was much more enthused and blurted out before I could stop it, “Do you mean that you wouldn’t mind showing it to us?”

“Kristy!” Laura blurted out.

“Well, just because Mommy always told us never to let a boy see your panties doesn’t mean that we can’t look at Leslie’s,” I told my sister.

That was all Leslie was waiting for as she stood up and hooking her thong with her fingers she removed her panties in a second and held up her skirt to let me look closely at her hairy young crotch. As my eyes got wider, Leslie placed her hand down on her crotch and started to separate her two lips as she started to talk just to me.

“Can you see this little button hiding under this hood? Can you see this? It’s called a clitoris and it is very sensitive to the touch. If you ever want to get a girl excited or have a boy get you excited then touch that button and watch what happens,” Leslie explained. She took one of her fingers and ran it up her slit towards her clitoris and started to caress her little love button with it as the two of us looked on with awe. When she reached her spot that she had just described, she rolled back her head and groaned out with a sigh of satisfaction as she stimulated herself with her finger.

I had learned about all the parts of my body, including my clitoris, my vagina and what would happen if I let a boy put his penis inside me but they didn’t tell us anything about what it would feel like. By Leslie’s reaction to her finger, I thought that they may have left out some of the best parts. I glanced over at Laura and her eyes were glued to what Leslie was showing both of us and her breathing became like a pant through her open mouth.

“Now you can also place it at your opening and run it in just a little and wiggle it around and that feels great also. But rubbing on your clit is the easiest way to reach an orgasm. Don’t you want to see me?” she asked a pair of eager onlookers.

She didn’t wait for an answer but lay down on her back with both knees spread wide and her hand down on her crotch. Her knowing finger was already planted on top of her clitoris and was rubbing herself into a mad state of enjoyment. She was moaning her way onward and upward as she arched her back. She started panting and groaning her way towards her release and in a few more short strokes on it she came with the experience of a well used boy toy that always gets what she’s after. As she started to relax, she let herself down with a coy little grin on her face but as she rolled to her side, she kept her hand deep between her legs.

Looking dreamingly up into Laura’s eyes and then into mine and our shocked expressions, Leslie said in a dreamy voice, “Now that’s what I call a good time. Do either of you want to try? How about you Laura?”

Her question was met with a shocked look and an emphatic decline from us both but Leslie noticed that Laura was blushing as if she knew more that she was letting on. I had hesitated just long enough to let her know that I had some interest at least, but was too embarrassed to say so. “There’s always tomorrow,” Leslie said softly, “or maybe tonight.”

We left the loft and wandered over to the horse pasture as Laura called for her horse, Babe, to come over a meet Leslie. As she approached the three of us, Leslie stood back a ways, not quite sure that she wanted to get too close to the animal. But after awhile and many encouraging remarks from the two of us, she finally touched Babe’s nose and gave off a big grin to show her gratitude.

The rest of the first day was spent with us sisters thinking about what we had just experienced up in the loft that morning with our cousin Leslie. We had discovered that she didn’t mind showing us all of her womanly charms including her bare crotch, but both of us were deciding just how much that little demonstration had affected us. Laura was particularly quiet but I soon forgot about it and continued on in my 12 year old frame of mind.

We played into the late hours of the day and when it was time for bed once again, I took my night gown and panties into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. Laura was next and Leslie was again last to get ready. She came out in the nude again but neither Laura nor I were as shocked as we were on the first night.

Leslie sat on the bed facing us two girls and asked in the most nonchalant tone, “Do either of you girls want to play with yourselves before you go to sleep? I always do because it helps me get all relaxed and everything.” She stopped and smiled, waiting for an answer to her question.

I just shook my head no but Laura gave more of a non-committal answer by saying, “I don’t think so. Not tonight,” and got up to turn out the light as Leslie climbed into the bed. She didn’t pull off the covers but lay down on top of them as the light went out and there was only darkness in the room.

It was quiet as can be for the longest time and I was just drifting off when a noise woke me up. I listened and I heard a whisper coming from my sister’s bed. “What are you doing Leslie?” she said in a low voice.

“Getting in bed with you,” Leslie whispered back. I heard a rustle of her covers and then a loud sigh.

“Shush,” whispered Leslie again and then I heard my sister moan.

“Does that feel good?” Leslie mumbled.

“Uh huh,” said my sister and then I heard the covers move again.

I listened intently as they moaned and shushed each other for a long, long time and then Laura let out with a muffled cry, then there silence again. I listened as I tried to stay awake but I finally drifted off to sleep. If only it weren’t so dark, I could have seen everything that they were doing but I had a good idea what went on in Laura’s bed. I got so excited hearing them do their thing that I felt some stuff come out of me and catch in my panties. I would have to take another shower in the morning.

Continued in Part 2

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Angela and her compaions enjoy a pair of virgins as they travel south.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Chapter Three: Virgin Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

The market place before the docks on Lake Esh bustled with travelers, locals, and merchants, a vast, busy tide that ebbed and flowed. I walked with Thrak, he crowds paring before my orcish lover like the waves before the knifing prow of a ship. Everyone gave the huge, hulking, ferocious, barbaric Thrak a wide birth, the already pale, Thosian faces growing even whiter as they hurried by.

It amused Thrak. A smile crossed his lips studded with bone piercings.

The summer heat gripped Esh-Esh, but the cool breeze off the lake helped to mitigate the heat of the sun’s rays. My eyes were supposed to be moving through the assembled shops, but my gaze kept shooting to the ivory pillar of the Collegiate Tower that dominated the city. Its golden beacon was second only in brilliance to the sun setting over the lake.

I missed the Tower. I had dreamed of spending my days their in research as a Master Mage, discovering new ways to utilize the five elements. Eventually, I would have joined the Magery Council and administer the affairs of Thosi and the Mages trained by the Tower.

I did not look out at the lake where the Island lay. I would not linger on my abject failure that cost me my chance to become a Master and done the black robes. I was stuck in the red. But if the Quest succeeded, and I cast the Ritual of Reclamation on the Altar of Souls and reforged the High King’s Sword, I would prove that I had the skills to at least take the test to be a Master again.

“You keep staring at the tower,” Thrak rumbled.

“I know,” I flushed, prying my eyes away.

“It’s hard to let go of that which we love.” His voice was tinged with the melancholy of his wife’s passing. Twice he had lost her.

“Very hard.” I took a deep breath. I needed to focus. I hoped to find a map among the many merchants that sold books and parchments. The Dwarven Kingdom of Modan that had fallen 207 years ago, so it would be difficult to find one. Modan was the only place that adamantium, the metal which the blade was crafted from, could be found.

But the dwarven mines were lost to a great evil that broke their kingdom’s back. I tried not to dwell on what our next step in the Quest entailed. Descending into the tunnels of Modan to find any ore would be as dangerous as facing the Dragon Dominari at the Quest’s end.

Maybe more so. At least we knew what we faced with Dominari. No one knew what befell Modan.

I stopped at the next book vendor. With the Magery Council and a college to train new mages in Esh-Esh, any oddity, artifact, object, or old knowledge was brought to the city in the hope that a mage would find value in it.

It made reasonable sense.

That was why we had detoured to Esh-Esh instead of taking the slightly straighter route from Allenoth south to the Lesh-Ke Mountains. If I had my wits about me, we would have procured the map before leaving Esh-Esh.

But I had been…fragile then.

Since we left the orc lands ten days back, our journey south, retracing the very steps we took north, had been uneventful. Fireeyes was truly dead, and we did not have his machinations dodging our steps and causing us problems. And so far, the other two Erinyes had not appeared to harass us. They must be cautious after Angela dealt with Injuriae so resoundingly. From Esh-Esh, we would follow the highway southeast to Miliiath Pass in the Kingdom of Haz, passing through the town of Lor-Khev. In the pass, we would find the ruins of Khan, the fortress guarding the entrance to the underground dwarven kingdom.

“So you’re back,” a woman sneered. “And in the company of a brute.”

My back stiffened. I grit my teeth as I turned to face Saoria, my former friend and roommate before she let her success at the mage’s test go to her swollen head. She stood in her black robes, her long, dark-brown hair falling about her shoulders, her silver piercing glinting on her eyebrow.

“Master Mage,” I nodded, gritting my teeth. I had to show respect.

Saoria strolled forward, her naked simulacrum—all master mages were gifted one by the college—trailed after her. He was a sculpted, handsome man without any hair on his body, his cock hard and thrusting before him. He carried a crate loaded in Saoria’s purchases.

“Mmm, wherever did you find this…specimen?” asked Saoria as she strolled up to Thrak, her eyes hungrily sliding up and down his body.

“Oh, just a simple journey to Murathi,” I shrugged. “Nothing too dangerous.”

Saoria arched an eyebrow. “And you brought a housebroken orc back with you.”

“Housebroken?” rumbled Thrak, his arms folding across his chest. His swarthy skin bulged as his muscles rippled. “Maybe I tamed the little mage and she dances for me.”

“Thrak,” I groaned, my cheeks blushing.

Saoria glanced down at his kilt. “I’ve heard orcs are impressive. Faoril always was such a slut for a hard cock.”

“I’ve heard it’s the other way around,” Thrak said, his hand lashing out and grasping Saoria’s wrist. Before the master mage could react, he jerked her hand to the front of the kilt. “I hear you have a hot pussy always craving larger pleasures. You won’t find larger than mine.”

Saoria’s hand squeezed at my lover’s growing hardness. I folded my arms, my stomach squirming. I did not like this one bit. Saoria licked her lips as the bulge swelled beneath Thrak’s kilt. Her hand traced his length.

“That is no idle boast,” Saoria purred. “I’ve oft wanted to study your race. Perhaps you’d care to return to the tower and allow me to examine and perform a few harmless tests on your impressive specimen.”

I opened my mouth to object, but Thrak rumbled, “With your slutty pussy?”

Saoria let out a rich laugh. “And maybe other parts of me.”

“And why would I want an ugly, bony hag sucking on my cock?” Thrak asked. “And I can only imagine the diseases crawling around your whorish cunt.”

Saoria’s face reddened. She released his cock and her hand shot down to a pocket. She produced a vial of cum, no doubt from her placid simulacrum’s balls, and brought it halfway to her lips before she paused, her eyes flicking to me.

“You weren’t about to use magic aggressively in Esh-Esh, were you?” I asked sweetly. “All because a male rejected your whorish advances?”

Saoria shoved her vial back into her pocket. “I would do no such thing,” she hissed. “Tell me, Faoril, how much does it cost Thrak to buy your…services?”

“Oh, Thrak doesn’t have to buy my services,” I smiled. “I’m eager to submit to him. After all, you’ve felt how impressive he is. And trust me, all the stories are true. You’ve never had a lover until you’ve bedded an orc. Maybe you should go north and find one for yourself. I’m sure there’s a few that wouldn’t mind sticking it into your toxic cunt.”

“Do you forget your place, Journeyman,” snarled Saoria. “I am a Master Mage.”

“Barely,” I shrugged. “And only because I made the mistake of sharing my knowledge with you. If you hadn’t clutched to the hem of my robe, I doubt you’d ever have made it to Journeyman. You would still be in the blue.”

“Then explain why I passed and you didn’t?”

I fought off the lingering depression that had claimed me after my failure. “I made a simple mistake. I was over-confident. It had nothing to do with my skill in magic. Though I suppose it is good I did fail, else you wouldn’t have made the cut then.”

Saoria let out a screech and then stalked off through the street, the crowds parting before the angry master mage and her vitriolic snarls. Her simulacrum followed behind her with obedience. He had a nice ass.

They always did.

“She thinks she has the sweetest cunt on the tundra,” laughed Thrak, “but her nose is deadened to scents.”

I nodded my head in agreement, smiling at that imagery. “An earthy saying. Literal translation from orcish?”

“Mostly. It’s a little more…foul in orcish,” he grinned.

My stomach churned. “I think I can skip that piece of scholarly knowledge.” I slipped my arm around his waist. “Las’s poxed cock, but that was satisfying.”

“Forcing someone to confront their own limitations always is. Now let’s find that map.”

It was at the third shop, that I found something promising. “Here’s the last stack of loose maps, Mistress Mage,” Linissi, the daughter of the merchant, said. She had a heart-shaped face and a braid of light-brown hair falling off her left shoulder. She was young, not more than eighteen, and her lip trembled with innocence. “What is being a mage like?”

“It’s intoxicating,” I admitted as I carefully lifted each piece of vellum, parchment, and papyrus, studying what the portrayed before setting them aside. “You have the power of creation at your disposal.”

We were at the back of the stall. It was covered by a canvas owning and the back made up of shelves. There was a gap between the shelves and awning allowing Linissi to glance at the Collegiate Tower rising above the city.

“You want to be a mage?” I asked as I set the next parchment aside—it was a detailed map of Southern Valya.

“I do,” she nodded. “Though I’m scared. I hear you have to start young.”

“Age doesn’t matter,” I answered, studying the next map. It was a lord’s estate, showing the division of his lands to his peasant tenants. “All that matters is your desire to learn the elemental magics and how much you love cock.”

The girl blinked and her cheeks reddened. I imagined she was a virgin. “Cocks?”

I nodded my head, setting aside a map of a vineyard in Thlin. “Female mages have to love cocks. We worship them, suck them, drink the cum that shoots from them. Our pussies crave their girth plunging over and over into us, and even our assholes tingle to be penetrated. Our magical power comes from a male’s sexual energy. For men, they have to love pussy.” I looked her in the eyes. “Do you love cock?”

“I…” She glanced at her father conversing with Thrak out front. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

“So you have no idea if you love cock.”

“The idea makes me…wet,” she admitted. “And I stroke myself thinking about it. But my father…he is very protective of me. He sees my mother in me, and since she died when I was young…”

“Well, perhaps I can help you out,” I told her. A wicked thought plunged into my head. Thrak deserved a little reward for humiliating Saoria. “I know a cock that would teach you if you loved them or not. Then I’ll write you a letter that you can present to the testers, and they can see if you have the aptitude.”

“You can do that?” she gushed, clasping her hands together.

“I can,” I smiled. “I doubt your father would object if I offered to guide you. We’ll just leave out the deflowering your pussy part when we talk to him.”

I set aside a map of the world that hinted of lands to the east. The famed lands of the dawn, the Okuwa Shogunate and the Oppain Empire. Some believed they were myths. Few sailors ever survived the voyages, and their tales were so fantastical many dismissed them as folly.

Beneath it was a map of tunnels. It was large. I had to unfold it several times, spreading it over the counter. It showed successive layers, descending down into the depths beneath the earth, with tunnels and mine shafts, labeled in the harsh runes of the dwarves. I read the top, struggling to remember my runes. “Being a detailed map of Modan’s Deeps, commissioned by the Kings of Azkiria.”

I smiled. This is what we needed. Azkiria was the second-to-last queen of Modan, and this map had been created by her seven husbands—dwarves were polyandrous. One in eight dwarves was female. Their women would marry up to seven dwarves. The females were always protected, kept safe by their husbands. Azkiria’s daughter, Kazodi, had succeeded her as Queen and died when the kingdom fell. It was probably the best map we would ever find. I folded it up and rushed to speak to Linissi’s father.

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Acolyte Sophia

I groaned as Angela tipped the candle. The hot wax landed on my naked nipple. I gasped as the hot, sweet pain shuddered through me. “Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I blasphemed at the mix of sensations as the wax cooled over my hard, pink nipple. “That’s so amazing, Mistress.”

Angela smiled at me. “You like the pain, slut?”

“So much, Mistress. It burns then cools.”

Angela tipped the white candle again. The wax splattered between my small breasts, leaving drops of kissing heat as she moved to my other nipple. My pussy itched. My hands were bound together at the wrist and kept over my head by the rope tied to our bed. We were in our room at the Mage’s Quill celebrating Faoril’s discovery of the map.

I knew Faoril, Thrak, and the virgin they found in the marketplace were having quite the celebration in the next room. It was a shame the girl was about to be plucked by Thrak, but the orc wasn’t the worse male ever created.

I had to admit he had some good qualities. He did make me laugh.

“This nipple looks so plain,” Angela purred, toying with my right nipple. Her finger’s caresses sent flutters of delight down to my pussy. “I think it needs to be covered with hot wax. What do you think, slave?”

“I live to serve my Mistress,” I moaned, my thighs squeezed together as I squirmed in excitement. The other globs of wax cooled, soothing the pain the drops had created. “If it would please you to adorn my nipple in wax, then it would please me more.”

Angela grinned at me. She still wore her knight’s armor. It clinked as she turned the candle and the blob of wax fell and landed on my nipple. I bucked and moaned as the burning pain seared my nipple then immediately faded into cooling delight.

My juices flooded out of my pussy. My tart musk filled the room with its sweet delight. I breathed it in over the smell of the beeswax. Angela smiled, her blue eyes twinkling in delight. I loved my Mistress so much.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I moaned as she let more wax fall across my belly, leaving lines and drops of white cooling on my pale skin. I writhed as she moved lower and lower, reaching towards my bare pubic mound and my waiting pussy.

“Mmm, such a beautiful sight,” moaned Angela as she tipped the candle and hot wax splashed right on my pubic mound. The wax pooled, reaching for my clit as it flowed hot across my skin, only to cool before it reached my sensitive nub.

I let out a frustrated moan.

“Does my little slut want to feel hot wax burn her sensitive clit?” Angela asked, her hand tipping, threatening to drop the wax on my clit.

“I…I do, Mistress,” I groaned, squirming on the bed. “So much. I can’t believe how excited for its burning kiss I am.”

Angela tilted the candle. The hot wax beaded at the tip, the flame dancing merrily above the long length of candle. I bit my lip, trying not to squirm. I didn’t want the drop of wax to miss its target. I wanted that hot, searing kiss on my clit.

I knew I would cum.

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t,” Angela said, straightening the candle.

I fought against my frustration and forced myself to say, “If that’s your desire, Mistress.”

Submission was exciting in its own way. Denying my own pleasures and surrendering to Angela’s desires made me so wet. It was an amazing act of trust. I loved her enough, trusted her enough, to put myself completely in her hands. I knew she would only give me pleasure.

Even if it hurt.

“No, I think I have a better idea how to use this candle.” Angela grasped me, her chainmail loincloth clinking as it shifted between her thighs, and flipped me onto my belly. She gave my ass a smack.

Then she shoved the thick base of the candle into my bowels. I groaned and shuddered as it pushed into my depths the length of my little finger. My asshole clenched around it. I wiggled and a drop of wax ran down its length to sear around my sphincter.

“Mistress,” I groaned.

“Now stay still,” Angela smiled as she rose. “I need to fetch the next participant in our game.”

“Participant?” I groaned as the wax cooled. “Who?”

Angela winked at me on the way to the door. She opened it and slipped out. The door closed behind her. My Mistress’s booted footsteps echoed as she headed down the hall to the stairs. I shuddered, my body trembling in anticipation.

Who was she fetching? Xera? The last I had seen of the elf she had taken a mature beauty to her bedroom to have hot, lesbian sex. Xera was between heats, but that didn’t mean her sex drive had decreased all that much.

“Faoril is busy with—”

My eyes widened. Another drop of wax had run down the candle and its burning heat pooled around my sphincter. I groaned and shuddered, my bowels clenching on the candle. Angela had found a way to give me such sweet torture.

Drop after drop of molten wax trickled down the candle and burned my flesh. It built cooled wax around the base. It spread through the crack of my ass, reaching in both directions. Drop by drop, it moved down my taint, caressing the sensitive flesh and growing closer and closer to my pussy.

“Sweet Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I groaned when the first drop seared my labia.

I shuddered as the burning wax trickled down my labia and vulva. I kept my legs spread wide, shivering as each new drop rolled down towards my clit, leaving cooling lines behind. The pain burned through my pussy.

One drop trickled right into my pussy hole. My insides ignited. I bit my teeth, fighting off the urge to orgasm. I hadn’t been given permission to cum. The wax trickled faster as the candle burned lower. Angela was gone for so long and the agony of the wax cooling on my labia and vulva drove me wild.

Then the first drop reached my clit.

I was so aware of the drop working across my labia, crossing patches already covered in wax and then searing new, sensitive spots with pain. I bit my lip as I neared my clit. My little nub throbbed in anticipation.

The pleasure was intense. “Slata’s hairy, whorish cunt!”

My exclamation echoed through the room as I fought against my orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly. The ached burned across my little nub. It hardened and cooled, giving me a moment of relief before a second drop reached my clit.

And a third.

“Sweet Saphique, help me fight this pleasure,” I groaned as more wax trickled across my pussy. I squirmed, the candle shaking, throwing drops off to splatter my butt-cheeks and lower back, kissing me in wonderful pain. “Let me be strong and obey my lesbian mistress’s commands.”

My clit throbbed as it was seared again.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I spotted the innkeeper’s daughter sweeping in the hallway, her lithe hips covered by a reddish-brown dress. She was a brunette just flowering into womanhood. Only eighteen, youthful and delicious, and I had noticed her eyes on me during supper.

I recognized the signs of a young girl’s youthful infatuation with a beautiful knight. I had the same excited awakening to the pleasures of my body at the sight of Lady Delilah when I was the girl’s age. My first crush.

It was what drove me to be a knight.

“It’s Alyiane, yes?” I asked.

The girl squeaked and dropped her broom. She spun around, her face bright red. “L-lady knight. I-is there something I can do for you?”

“Maybe,” I purred, moving to her. I cupped her cheek and lifted her gaze. She had blossomed into womanhood, her breasts large and straining the front of her dress. “I felt your gaze on me while I ate dinner. You stared with such intensity.”

“My apology, Lady Knight.” The girl trembled, her lower lip quivering, her eyes wide. My time with Sophia seemed to have twisted some of my desires. I now searched for female companionship more often then male.

Or maybe that was Thrak. I had access to his thick cock whenever I wanted and he made most men seem lacking. Faoril was always happy to share her lover with me.

“Why were you staring?”

“You’re just so beautiful and strong,” the girl gushed, “and magnificent. You’re a knight and yet you are so…so…beautiful.”

She said beautiful with such awe. I smiled. “Have you dreamed of being a knight?”

Alyiane nodded her head. “But…I’m commonborn.”

“That has little to do with it,” I laughed. I touched her between her breasts. “It matters what is in your heart. You could travel to Secare and squire with the Knights Deute, or if you prefer the companion of all women, the Knights Voizu in Thlin would train you. If you desired it enough.”

Her heart thudded beneath my hand. I moved it over and cupped her breast, squeezing through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardened and a shudder washed through her body. She let out a slight moan.

“Well, do you desire it?”

“I…I…” She licked her lips. “When I look at you, I wish to be as beautiful, as strong.”

I stroked her nipple through the fabric of her dress, loving the way she squirmed. “You are a beautiful girl. A virgin?”

She nodded her head. “I…I’m shy. My father keeps me working and away from his guests as much as possible.”

“He doesn’t want you running off thinking you’re in love,” I told her. “A girl’s first time can be very special.”

Alyiane swallowed.

“Are you ready for your first time?” Her nipple was fat. I rolled it through her bodice. Another shudder ran through her.

“I…I think so,” she groaned. She licked her lips. “With you, lady knight.”

“But don’t fall in love,” I warned her. “I already have a woman in my life.”

“Could I…love you just for this night?”

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She gasped into the kiss. Then her tongue fluttered out and brushed mine. Her hand touched my armor covering my breast, her fingers sliding across the steel as I pushed her against the wall.

My pussy clenched between my thighs. Sophia was upstairs, slowly being tortured by the candle, the hot wax dribbling down her thighs. I wanted her to be so hot, so excited when I returned with Alyiane.

I couldn’t go upstairs just yet.

I broke the kiss. She sucked in deep breaths, her lips wet and slightly parted, her dark eyes wide. “My lady knight,” she moaned. “That was…”

“Beautiful,” I smiled. There was something so sweet about a virgin. No wonder Sophia was always seducing the young novices when they first arrived at her temple.

My hands grasped her skirt. Her eyes widened as I drew it up her stocking-clad legs. She trembled as I held her skirt up over her waist. Beneath she was naked, her pussy covered by a brown thatch of tangled pubic hair matted by her innocent excitement.

“Are you…?” Alyiane swallowed.

“Going to eat your pussy until you cum?” I asked her. “Yes.”

“Here?” She glance down the hallway. “Patrons could see us.”

“How exciting,” I purred as I sank to my knees. “Now hold your skirt up for me.”

“Yes, lady knight.”

Her hands gripped her skirt. Her body trembled as I stroked her bare thighs above her brown, knee-high stockings. Her thighs were ivory. Her spicy musk filled my nose as I kissed at the inner slope, savoring her salty skin as I worked higher and higher.

“Relax,” I purred as I neared her pussy. Her scent grew heady. I inhaled her musk. “You will remember this night for the rest of your life.”

I pressed my lips forward and nuzzled at her pussy lips.

“My lady knight,” squeaked from her lips as I took the first lick across her virgin folds. I savored them. I let her juices trickle down into my mouth as I licked again and again. My tongue flicked through her folds as she gasped and squirmed on my mouth. Her eyes fluttered as the delight filled her.

My tongue brushed her hymen as I devoured her. I let her spicy juices trickle down my mouth as she stared down at me, her dark eyes so wide, her cheeks rosy. Her hips squirmed, rubbing her sweet flesh on my mouth.

My tongue flicked through her folds up to her clit.

“My lady knight,” she gasped again, her back arching. She bit her lip as she vainly tried to stifle her moans as my tongue circled her little, pink nub.

My hands stroked her silky thighs as I swirled around her clit. Then I sucked it between my lips. Her face scrunched as she fought her pleasure, her little moans so cute as they escaped her sealed mouth. Her body quivered as I flicked my tongue against her clit.

“Let out your passion,” I purred. “A knight must be fearless. Do not be afraid to scream out and let everyone know how amazing you feel.”

“Yes, lady knight,” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so wonderful. Your mouth. Your tongue. What are you doing?”

“Playing with your clit,” I laughed. “Don’t you know about this little button?” I nudged her pink clit with my tongue.

“No,” she gasped and shuddered.

“Every girl should know about their clit,” I groaned before I sucked and nibbled on it again.

She gasped and smeared her virgin flesh on my lips as I tongued her. Alyiane’s moans grew louder and sweeter to my ears. Her face twisted and her breasts heaved beneath her bodice. It was thrilling to give this girl her first real pleasure.

Intoxicating.

I licked harder at the folds of her pussy, parting her tight slit to caressing her inner labia and wiggle my tongue through a hole in her hymen. Her spicy juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth as her hips undulated.

Her passion grew.

“Something is happening, lady knight,” gasped Alyiane. “Something…amazing. Oh, yes.”

“You’re about to cum,” I purred. “Don’t fight it. Let your orgasm burst through you. Let it consume you. Ride it. Embrace it. Savor the joy it brings you.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Such sweet joy. Oh, yes. My lady knight, yes.”

Her hips bucked. Her moans turned wordless and high-pitch, screeching like a boiling tea kettle. Her juices flooded my hungry mouth. I drank them down and savored every drop. They coated my mouth and flowed across my chin down to my breasts in my armor.

My pussy clenched between my thighs. I burned to cum. And I knew just how.

“My lady knight,” panted the girl. “Oh, that was such sweet wonder.”

I rose and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was just as eager to kiss me back, her tongue tasting the delight coating my lips. She shuddered and drank them in, letting her lips caress mine. She sucked and nibbled on my lower lip.

I broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Come on. Let’s go to my room and I will make a woman out of you.”

“Yes, my lady knight,” she breathed, her hand tightening on mine.

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Thrak

“Just like that,” Faoril whispered into Linissi’s ear as the virgin swirled her tongue around the end of my cock. “You’re doing wonderful. Love his cock.”

“It’s so big,” Linissi gasped. “How will this ever fit into me?”

“It will,” Faoril purred.

The naked virgin sat on the edge of the bed. I stood before her, equally naked, my dick thrusting before me. Linissi’s pale hands struggled to wrap around my swarthy girth while her pink tongue flicked at the bone ring piercing the tip of my cock.

“I will make you ready,” Faoril promised as she slipped down to the floor and between Linissi’s thighs. “I will eat your pussy and make you so wet he’ll slide right in.”

“Thank you,” Linissi moaned, her eyes wide. The virgin was young, her body petite and her breasts small and topped with dusky-pink nipples. Her trembling innocence made my cock ache.

I did not complain when Faoril decided to bring the virgin to our bed. I had never deflowered a virgin before. It was a delight I had always longed for. My wife, Serisia, had not been a virgin when I met her at the University of Allenoth, nor were many of the girls that attended. They were liberated women, each pursuing sex where they could find it.

Not like this trembling merchant’s daughter.

Her tongue flicked across the top of my cock. Then her eyes widened and she let out a shuddering sight as Faoril licked and nuzzled at the virgin’s pussy. Linissi’s hands tightened on my cock as she shuddered on Faoril’s tongue.

“Keep licking him,” Faoril purred. “You need to love cock.”

“It’s just so big,” Linissi gasped. “But…” her hands stroked up my shaft. “It throbs in my hand. And it’s so warm.” Her tongue licked across my slit, bringing a growl from my lips. “And the salty taste…”

“That’s just a preview of his cum,” promised Faoril. “Do you like it?”

Linissi’s cheeks grew red. “I…I do.”

“Then there is hope for you.”

Linissi squealed. Faoril’s noisy tonguing slurped through Linissi’s virgin flesh. The virgin moaned and licked my cock again. She brushed the ring then opened her lips wide. She sucked on the tip, stretching her jaw to fit the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

“Just like that,” I rumbled, stroking her brown hair. “Let your tongue caress my tip as you suck.”

My balls boiled beneath my cock as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Her eyes flashed and a smile tried to turn the corners of her stretched lips. She sucked hard. The tip of my dick ached. Her technique was unrefined, but it had its own charm.

“That’s it. Just like that. Suck on my cock, and I’ll flood your sweet mouth with cum.”

Linissi moaned around my cock. Her hands stroked my shaft faster as her mouth sucked and her tongue swirled. Faoril’s hands reached up, pinching the virgin’s nipples while Faoril kept her mouth plastered to Linissi’s pussy.

“Keep sucking,” I promised as the virgin squirmed on the, humping into Faoril’s lips. Faoril was adept at loving cock and cunt, and Linissi savored my lover’s skilled lips. The virgin’s moans hummed around the tip of my dick. “That’s perfect.”

I grabbed Linissi’s braid, coiling her silky hair about my hand as she loved my cock. My growls and grunts escaped my lips. She was just perfect. I couldn’t wait to spill my seed into her hungry mouth.

“Show me how much you love my cock.”

Linissi moaned again. Her eyes fluttered and she sucked harder. She worked more of her mouth down my cock, her tongue writhing against my shaft’s bottom as she kept sucking. Her stroking hands brushed her lips.

She sucked hard as she slid her mouth back up my cock. My toes curled on the wooden floor of the inn’s room as my balls ached. She was so sweet, so innocent, so ripe to be plucked. My hand tightened about her braid. I resisted the urge to pull her hair.

Linissi was still a virgin, not a cock-hungry slut whose mouth I could violently fuck. I had Faoril for that.

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” I growled. “That’s it. Keep sucking like that. I’m going to shoot so much cum in your mouth.”

“Yes,” Faoril moaned between licks.

Linissi squeezed her eyes shut. She moaned and shuddered, her passion humming around my voice. The bed creaked as she squirmed. Her orgasm burst through her. Faoril drank down her juices as my balls tensed.

“Drink it all, slut,” I snarled in orcish as my cum erupted.

Linissi gasped in shock as my cum flooded her mouth. She tried to pull away, but I kept a firm grip on her braid, keeping her mouth locked on my cock. My white cum filled her mouth and boiled around my shaft. It dripped down to her small breasts while she swallowed as fast as she could. I growled with every blast, savoring the pleasure rushing out of my cock and into her hungry lips.

The I let go of her braid. Her lips pulled off my cock. She swallowed one final time, her small breasts heaving. Cum stained her lips and chin. It trickled down her neck and adorned those sweet breasts.

Faoril licked up her body and sucked a cum-covered nipple into her mouth, eager for it. Faoril, like all female mages, was a cum slut.

“Did you like it?” Faoril asked between licks as she worked her way up Linissi’s body.

“I…I did,” smiled Linissi. She licked her lips. “I came so hard and then his salty cum flooded my mouth.”

Faoril’s pink tongue gathered cum up Linissi’s pale neck. Faoril’s short, light-brown hair swayed about her hungry face and her silver nose ring glinted in the light. She needed more piercings, but she was afraid of the pain of having her nipples and clit pierced.

Maybe one day.

“Good,” Faoril smiled. “Loving cum is a great thing.”

Their lips met. Faoril savored my cum staining the virgin’s lips as my lover pushed Linissi down onto the bed. The two women sighed and moaned into their kiss, their tongues swirling and sharing the delight of my cum.

Faoril pushed apart Linissi’s thighs, exposing the virgin’s tight pussy covered by a light down of brown pubic hair. Faoril slid to the side, her hand rubbing at Linissi’s pussy as they kept kissing. Then Faoril reached out, her hand slicked with Linissi’s juices, and grasped my cock.

“Are you ready?” Faoril asked the virgin.

Linissi looked at my thick cock in Faoril’s hand. My lover brought me closer to the virgin flesh. I stretched my body over the virgin. She was so tiny beneath me. Humans were already smaller than orcs, and she was so petite. My dick thrust towards her pussy. Linissi swallowed.

“He will fit,” Faoril whispered in her ear. “I know he’s huge, but if you can take his cock, you can take any cock. It’s up to you.”

“I want to be a mage,” Linissi said. “I want to love cocks. His cock.”

Faoril brought my dick to the virgin’s pussy. She rubbed it up and down Linissi’s flesh. The girl shuddered and groaned, her small breasts jiggling as the tip of my cock pressed against her maidenhead. She clasped her hands before her breasts, her lip bending.

“Relax,” Faoril whispered into the girl’s lip. Faoril snuggled up against Linissi’s side. “Relax and you will love it.”

The girl nodded and took a deep breath.

I thrust.

Her cherry popped. My thick cock ripped through her maidenhead and buried into her hot, tight depths. She gasped and let out a whimper of pain as her hot, silky, wet flesh clenched down hard on the tip of my cock.

“Relax,” cooed Faoril. “Focus on the pleasure. Do you feel it?”

I pushed my dick in deeper. The girl gasped as her small body swallowed my cock. Her back arched and a whimper of almost pleasure and almost agony poured through her body. Her small breasts jiggled.

She was so cute.

“Just keep relaxing,” I purred, pinching her nipple. “It’s okay. Doesn’t that feel so good.”

“It…does.” Linissi’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow. That’s…nice.” A smile crept across her lips as the last few inches of my dick sank into her wet depths.

“You’re going to be such a slut for cocks,” grinned Faoril. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” moaned the virgin, her hips shifting. “Maybe I will be.”

“Go slow,” Faoril mouthed to me, then she kissed Linissi on the lips.

I worked my cock through the hot, tight depths of the virgin’s pussy. she gasped and shuddered beneath me. Her eyes fluttered as she kissed Faoril on the lips. Faoril’s hand caressed the virgin’s clit, sending spasms rippling through her pussy around my thick cock.

I growled, savoring the tight embrace. It was wonderful. I drew back and slowly pushed in, fighting my instincts to pound her hard. She wasn’t ready for that. Her hips squirmed as the pleasure swelled through her.

“Such a tight cunt,” I growled. “You love my cock, don’t you, slut.”

Linissi broke the kiss. “Slut…” She smiled. “I’m a slut. Mmm, this cock feels so nice. Oh, yes. My pussy loves it. I’m stuffed so full. Oh, yes. Oh, Pater’s cock, this is nice.”

“Let out that passion,” Faoril purred as she nibbled on the girl’s ear. “And don’t be afraid to tell him to go faster or harder.”

“He can go faster?” A shudder ran through Linissi. “Please, go faster. I love it. I can feel his cock and his piercing. Oh, yes. That’s so wonderful the way it caresses along my pussy.”

I fucked her faster, grunting as my balls smacked into her flesh. The girl writhed and bucked beneath me. Her youthful cunt kept a hot grip on me. The bed creaked as I ravished her. I drove my dick over and over into her pussy.

Her hands reached up, her fingers caressing the hard muscles of my chest. She traced the scars and her pussy tightened on my dick. She bucked and spasmed beneath me. Her little body trembled. She gasped in delight as she gripped me with her hot flesh.

Her fingernails bit into my flesh. “Oh,yes. Faoril. I think…I think.”

“Cum, you little cock-slut,” moaned Faoril. She rubbed harder on Linissi’s clit.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The virgin’s hot, tight pussy spasmed about my cock. The pleasure roared through me. I let out a growl at the bliss, fucking her harder and faster. My balls smacked into her flesh. She bucked into my thrusts, gasping and moaning.

“So good, I love it! I love being a cock-slut. Oh, yes. I love it. Oh, gods, yes. Please, keep thrusting that cock in me. I don’t ever want it to stop.”

“That’s right,” moaned Faoril. “Love his dick.”

Her pussy spasmed a second time on my dick. The bed groaned beneath the force of my thrusts. Her small body took it. I pounded her hot, tight glove. My voice growled through me as the pleasure swelled in my balls.

“I’m going to flood your cunt with so much cum, slut,” I growled. “You’re going to drown in it. Take it. Oh, yes. That’s it, whore. Take every inch of my shaft.”

Faoril whispered in Linissi’s ear.

“Really? Guys love to hear that?” squeaked the young girl.

Faoril grinned.

“Okay.” Linissi looked up at me. “Cum in my pussy! Please, flood it with all your cum. I need it.” her smile grew. “Ooh, I like this. Please, I need you to cum in me. I want to feel it squirting into my depths.”

“Flood her,” Faoril grinned at me. She leaned up and kissed me hard on the lips.

I growled into the kiss and buried my cock into the virgin’s pussy. My dick erupted. Linissi sang her enjoyment as blast after blast of my cum coated her pussy. She shuddered beneath me, her virgin pussy milking every last drop of my jizz.

“Oh, that was amazing,” groaned Linissi. A big grin crossed her lips. “Mmm, can he go again?”

“Oh, you are a little cock-slut,” laughed Faoril and kissed the virgin on the lips.

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Acolyte Sophia

The virgin trembled beside me. I was in agony as Angela, naked and wearing my dildo strapped to her waist, mounted the virgin. The candle still burned, coating the crack of my ass and pussy in wax. The stinging agony had faded, leaving me frustrated and desperate to cum.

And Alyiane the virgin was getting fucked.

I had a cruel, wicked mistress.

I stared into Alyiane’s eyes as her large breasts rose and fell. She was younger than me and had developed tits far larger than I ever would. I took her hand and smiled at her while a line of burning wax trickled across my lower back and down my side.

“You’ll love it,” I promised her.

I stared into the virgin’s eyes as she was deflowered. They widened and then the pleasure set it as Angela fucked her. Alyiane looked away and kissed Angela, their breasts pressed together, their bodies writing in the celebration of Saphique’s gift to womanhood.

I squirmed, my asshole gripping the candle and my pussy aching. Every movement rubbed the hardened wax covering my pussy against my sensitive bits, reminding me of just how badly I had to cum.

The bed rocked and creaked as they shared their passion. They gasped and screamed it out together. They were so beautiful. I smiled, envious of Alyiane and happy that Angela enjoyed popping her first cherry.

It was such a sweet gift to give a young woman.

“Oh, sweet Saphique,” Angela moaned. “Are you going to cum on my dildo?”

“Yes,” moaned Alyiane. “I love it. I want to be strong and sexy and powerful like you. I want to pop maidens cherries.”

Angela kissed her hard. The virgin shuddered and came, writhing beneath my mistress. I smiled at them, then bit my lip. Their moans and shared orgasm only made my pussy ache more. I fought the urge to let out a frustrated moan while the pair climaxed.

Angela smiled when she finished and glanced over at me. She grabbed the candle and snuffed out the flame. “I think you’ve suffered long enough.”

“It’s been such sweet torture,” I smiled as Angela moved behind me.

“You have my permission to cum,” Angela purred as she grasped the hardened wax between my thighs.

My orgasm exploded through me when she ripped the wax away. It had hardened around my folds and clit. Pain shot through my body. I writhed, embracing the pain rippling through my sensitive flesh and the pleasure bursting out of my pussy.

“So good,” I gasped. “Oh, yes.” My wrists pulled against the rope binding them to the headboard. My nipples rubbed into the coarse sheets. My pussy spasmed as juices exploded out of me.

“She came just from that?” gasped Alyiane. She stared at me in awe.

“Sophia is a slut with refined tastes,” Angela grinned right before she thrust the dildo deep into my still cumming pussy.

“I am, Mistress,” I shuddered as I was fucked from behind, Angela’s hard nipples brushing along my back as she fucked me. “And I’m so glad you find new treats for me to experience, Mistress.”

“Mistress,” Alyiane whispered. I think she liked the word. I hoped she would find a submissive woman to dominate. I bet she would be so happy.

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Xerathalasia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi

The four day trip from Esh-Esh to the first major town on the highway was uneventful. We kept attentive watch. Slata’s other two daughters were still hunting us. But the erinyes were cunning. Sometimes, I felt eyes watching us. I walked with Thrak through the peaceful lands of the Magery. The fields were green with maturing crops. The human farmers and peasants working in the fields would pause to watch us pass, their eyes wide in shock.

They must think we were a story come to life. A knight, a mage, a priestess, an elf, and an orc walking through their lands, clearly on an important errand where the entire fate of the world rested in the balance.

That same look of awe followed us into Lor-Khev. The humans in Southern Thosi were darker than their northern kin, intermarrying with the dusky Hazians on the other side of the Lesh-Ke mountains that dominated the southern horizon.

But there women were just as interested in elves.

I smiled, knowing I would find a generous maid to share my bed tonight. I had grown quite fond of human pussy in the almost two months since I left the forest behind. They had such a rich, salty musk, whether their pussies were more sweet, tart, tangy, or spicy. My pussy tingled as we made our way through town.

“The Merchant’s Rest looks like a serviceable inn,” Sophia said as she rode Purity. She nodded to the sign ahead. “More reputable than some of the places we passed.”

“Some of those places looked fun,” laughed Thrak. “I’m sure the entertainment is more…exotic.”

“You mean half-naked girls dancing on tables,” laughed Faoril. “You couldn’t take your eyes off that Hazian maid last night.”

“The way her hips moved,” Thrak shrugged. “I did not know it was possible.”

I nodded in agreement. The dancer had been breathtaking to watch. I wished I was in heat so I could have watched those hips swivel and writhe as she rode my cock. A treat Thrak no doubt enjoyed with Faoril.

“No, I think this inn will do just fine,” Sophia muttered, giving Thrak an annoyed look. The acolyte had also tried to seduce the dancer, but the Hazian woman preferred cock to cunt.

“It’s fine,” Angela nodded.

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Chaun

The audience in the common room of the Merchant’s Rest watched me in rapt attention as I sang and strung my lyre, barley paying attention to the salacious dancer hired by the proprietor to Halanian belly dancer on the central table. I had stayed in this town longer than I wanted, but Lady Delilah’s promise echoed in my mind.

And just as the woman predicted, Angela and her party walked into the common room. Lady Delilah almost had the date right. Eighteen days I waited for Angela. My stomach tensed but it did not effect my performance. I was trained at the Bardic College. I was a master of song and music. My fingers strummed along the lyre as I plotted my seduction.

First, I would have to remove her from her companions. I smiled and altered my song. It was a two pronged attack. I would lull Angela into a sleepy daze, prodding her to seek her room early while her companions I sent passionate, strumming music towards.

Playing two different melodies was a simple skill for one of my training. But to target specific people, that was something only a master of the Bardic College could produce.

Angela was a beautiful creature. I could not wait to feel her gasping and heaving beneath me. I needed to win her confidence.

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Lady Delilah – Outskirts of Lor-Khev

I lounged against the fence post and waited. The slaughtered cow before my feet filled the air with the coppery scent of blood. Flies hovered around the corpse. The scent should call to him. I had made arrangements for the Black Hound to meet me here.

Out of the darkness, a man appeared. He was naked, with a feral cast to his face, though his most startling feature was his midnight-black skin. Far darker than in Halanian living in the desert across the Nimborgoth. And the texture was rough, leathery. His eyes were yellow and hungry.

“My lady,” grinned the Black Hound, his teeth sharp.

Though he looked human, he wasn’t. He was a barguest, a race of shape-changers, switching from human to hound at their whim. A fairy queen had cursed their ancestor thousands of years ago . She merged an offensive man with his vicious hound. Black Hound had lived longer than most of his ilk and over the centuries had sired quite the pack.

“Did you bring your pack, Black Hound?” I asked.

Other yellow eyes glinted in the darkness. “You didn’t bring us enough to feed my entire pack.”

“There’s plenty to eat in the town,” I answered, pointed towards Lor-Khev.

“Attacking a town is risky business,” the Black Hound answered.

“So is breaking your word to my husband.”

“Who has been dead a long time.”

“But your oath still holds you, cur,” I snarled, my voice cracking. “I will enforce its terms.”

Fear entered the barguest’s yellow eyes. He tried to hide it, but you could always tell when a dog was afraid. A pity the fairy queen hadn’t used a wolf. Then barguests would truly be dangerous. But a pack of curs would serve my purpose.

“I will obey the oath,” the Black Hound snarled. “After we eat, we shall attack.”

I smiled. Chaun would need help to win Angela’s trust. I had no doubt Angela and her allies would fend off the barguests. They were a powerful group. I watched the barguests slink forward and tear into the cow. The smell of fresh blood made me hunger, too.

But I could control my appetites.

To be continued…

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