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Stephanie falls in love with her son’s teacher Kelly. This is just the basic intro, everyone be sure to read part 2 AT LEAST and don’t judge by part 1!!!

Kelly Carlson was a beautiful and vivacious 24-year-old first grade teacher. She was 5′ 7″ tall with shoulder length blonde hair and sparking green eyes. She had a lovely smile, an infectious laugh and was well liked by students, colleagues and parents alike. While she was slim and shapely, she was endowed with rather large breasts that were firm and sat high on her chest. The nipples were large and pink, covering most of her breasts. She was often embarrassed because the nipples were so sensitive that the rubbing of a bra would make them grow hard. They were unmistakably visible through her apparel. In fact, they were so sensitive that sometimes just touching them would bring a tremor to her body. When very aroused she had been known to climax from just pinching them.

In college, Kelly had done a lot of sexual experimentation. She loved sex and decided early on that she didn’t need to seal her marital vows as a virgin. She had had a number of relationships with men which she mostly enjoyed. She was once briefly engaged, but it hadn’t worked out when divergent career goals interfered. Beyond that, she had a brief but intense relationship with a female classmate. The memory of the sensual exhilaration of a woman’s touch excited her to this very day. She knew she would do it again should she ever have the opportunity. However, she didn’t really look at other women with that in mind. Since her first and only lesbian affair, she hadn’t happened upon another woman that stirred those feelings.

The autumn semester had begun and her third year of teaching was about to commence. As a teacher, Kelly took her job most earnestly. She felt there was nothing more important than teaching young people to read and write. Although she wanted to marry and have a family one day, her primary focus was on her students. They were her children. Teaching presented its own challenges for several years: developing lesson plans, dealing with her own training, and learning to handle the incredible bureaucracy of the public school system. While some teachers never learned to work within the system, she was determined to see her way through…in a positive way. Such was her personality. She adhered to the adage “you attract more bees with honey than with vinegar”. To her credit, she cleared the bureaucratic minefields intact. She was perceived as an aggressive yet compassionate advocate for children’s education. When comfortably settled in her job, Kelly could finally devote herself to teaching her students. Teaching was her passion and she was chomping at the bit to make a difference in their lives.

Stephanie Morrison hurried around the house trying to get ready for the first parents’ open house. Her mother was coming over to watch her six-year-old son, Benjamin. She glanced at the notice from his teacher lying on the desk, confirming the presentation started at 7:30 PM. The handwriting on the note was perfect with large sweeping letters: Kelly Carlson, Room 110, Elm Street Elementary School. She wondered if Ben’s teacher was an older woman or a green first year teacher. Noting the handwriting, it appeared to be that of a younger person. She often found she could read people by their signature. She knew schools often placed young teachers in charge of kindergarten and 1st grade classes. Stephanie disputed that wisdom, worrying that young children needed the know-how of an older, more experienced teacher.

“Benjamin, have you got your pajamas on sweetie?” Stephanie called down the hall.

“Yes Mommy,” Ben answered, throwing down his comic book as he jumped off the bed and into his PJs.

Stephanie searched her closet for a suitable dress. She chose a conservative, if slightly tight-fitting little dress which hugged her body and revealed much of her firm thighs. She slipped it over her head and looked in the mirror, smoothing the sides down with her hands. Not bad, she thought as she gazed at her 5’5″ frame. After Benjamin’s birth, she was determined to regain her figure and was proud of her results. Her breasts were still firm yet larger than before; full and round in her 34B bra with large pink areolas and perpetually hard nipples. Her dark brown hair was streaked with auburn and hung in an attractive layered cut, falling just past her shoulders. She had a lot of natural curl to her hair, which complemented her pretty face and large blue eyes. Her hips were a little wider since the birth of Ben, but she didn’t think they were too big as she still caught the attention of men… and even some women.

Stephanie had gone to a liberal arts college, majoring in English. She had originally intended on attending graduate school with an interest in teaching. She met her husband, David, who was two years her senior. They married when she graduated college. He was a third year law student at the time, so Stephanie took a job as administrative assistant for an investment firm to support them until he passed the bar exam. They agreed that she would return to school for her postgraduate degree once David was settled. She became pregnant and decided to be a stay-at-home mom to raise her child. When she gave birth to Benjamin, everything changed. He was the love of her life and. The joy she found in being with him made the long and sometimes boring days as a housewife worth the effort. She placed her career aspirations on hold and didn’t for one minute regret her decision. However, like many stay-at-home moms, something seemed to be missing from her life. Was she missing the career she never had, or the opportunity to associate with people that weren’t changing diapers or wiping runny noses all day, or was it just general boredom? She didn’t know.

Perhaps her feelings were due to the fact that David wasn’t home much. While he had worked hard at several different firms and was now a junior partner at Miles and Hamilton, the job still required him to work long hours, sometimes all night and on weekends. Therefore he had precious little time for his family. Nevertheless, he loved Benjamin and tried to spend as much time with him as was possible. As a consequence, that left little time for her. Opportunities to spend romantic time together were adversely affected. Their sex life took a back seat to work obligations and parenting. Sex was relegated to once a month or less. While Stephanie tried to convince herself that it didn’t matter, she found herself thinking about it far too often. In fact, she began to masturbate… something she hadn’t done since she was a teenager.

Tonight David was working late again and Stephanie was going to the open house alone. She was anxious to meet Benjamin’s teacher. She knew that her son was crazy about Ms. Carlson; the work papers he brought home were excellent. She wondered what this apparently amazing woman had done to keep her son so focused.

There were only a few cars on the parking lot, but not nearly as many as Stephanie expected. She looked at her watch and realized that she was twenty minutes early. Rather than wait in the car, she decided to go ahead into the school in the hope that she could get some time alone with Ben’s teacher.

As Stephanie entered the red brick building a flood of memories surrounded her, evoking those childhood days when the most important thing in her life was who she was going to play with at recess. How life had changed for her she thought as she looked at the poster boards on the walls with rules and regulations, pictures of kids, drawings and future events. She walked down the hallway, her heels clicking loudly on the floor, echoing from the painted cinderblock walls. The school seemed to be deserted. She wondered for a moment if she had misread the date. She looked at the first classroom door and saw 100, then 101 and 102. As she glanced into the rooms, she was happy to see some teachers sitting at their desks, obviously waiting for parents to arrive. It seemed that in each room the teacher was older than the last. She wondered idly if the room numbers were the teacher’s ages and found herself smiling. When she turned to the doorway of room 110, she saw a young girl sitting at the desk.

“Ms. Carlson,” she said hesitantly, wondering if it was she or a student teacher.

The pretty girl looked up and smiled. She stood to greet Stephanie, offering her hand. “Yes, I’m Kelly Carlson. Call me Kelly please.”

Stephanie looked into the teacher’s pretty eyes and found herself at a loss for words.

“And you are?” Kelly asked with a faint smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Stephanie Morrison… uh Benjamin’s mother.”

“Pleased to meet you. I didn’t know that Ben had such a beautiful mother.” Her green eyes twinkled.

Stephanie blushed unknowingly, still holding the young teacher’s hand. “Thanks,” she whispered shyly. “I didn’t know Ben had such a pretty and young teacher either.”

“Thank you,” Kelly answered with a sweet smile, pulling her hand from Stephanie’s.

Again Stephanie blushed. “Sorry.” She had never been so embarrassed. It wasn’t like her to lose her composure, but there was something about this girl… something she couldn’t define that brought butterflies to her stomach.

“I adore your son. He’s a bright boy and… quite a ladies’ man I might add.” Ben’s desk is third from the front on the left. Have a look at his work while I get ready for my presentation to the parents… who will hopefully be arriving soon. They’re supposed to be fifteen parents here tonight.”

Stephanie walked over to her son’s desk and squeezed into the small chair. It continued to evoke memories. Suddenly it dawned on her as to why kids didn’t like to sit for long periods of time… the chairs were incredibly uncomfortable. When she looked down at the desk, she saw a stack of papers that Ben had completed. They all had good grades and she felt proud. She looked up to say something to Kelly and paused. The pretty teacher was reaching up to write on the top section of the chalkboard. Her short dress had pulled up in the back, revealing her thigh high nylons. Stephanie could see the seam at the top of her nylons and then the soft bare flesh of the backs of her thighs. She felt an exotic thrill shoot through her. She prayed Kelly would reach even higher.

A moment later she chastised herself. She didn’t like women… well, at least not in “that” way. She forced her eyes to look back down at the desk. Oddly, her hands were trembling as she picked up her son’s paperwork and tried to focus on them. She soon discovered she couldn’t. The next time she looked up, she saw Kelly bending over to pick up a piece of chalk from the floor. This time she saw the backside of the teacher with her dress pulled tight across her buttocks… there was no panty line. She wondered if she was even wearing panties. Probably thongs like all the young women wore nowadays, she thought.

As Kelly remained bent over for a few seconds, she looked behind her directly into Stephanie’s eyes. She held her stare for several moments.

Stephanie blushed again and felt a tingling between her legs. “Uh… where is the… little girls’ room?” she asked to cover the embarrassment of being caught staring.

“Down the hall and to the right,” Kelly said with a curious smile.

When Stephanie exited the classroom she found parents filling the hallways. She turned and walked quickly to the girl’s bathroom, avoiding eye contact with any parent. It was almost as if she were afraid that they would be able to tell what had happened by the by the look on her face. Inside the girls’ bathroom, she quickly found a stall and stepped in, locking the door. She sat down on the toilet and took a deep breath. When she touched her cheeks she found that her face was flushed. She couldn’t believe how she was reacting to being around Benjamin’s teacher. No woman, or man for that matter, had ever had such an effect on her. She shook her head to clear the fog and stood up, figuring she may as well relieve herself while she was there. When she pulled her pantyhose and panties down, she gasped; the crotch of her panties was soaked. She sat down again quickly and moaned in mortification. Then she relieved herself having to use several pieces of toilet paper to dry her wet pussy lips.

This time when Stephanie entered the classroom, it was filled with parents. She was suddenly relieved that she wouldn’t have to be alone with Kelly. She walked quickly past the animated group and sat down at her son’s desk, looking up at the pretty young girl again. “I want to thank all of you for coming out tonight. It is very important that as your children’s teacher I get to know each one of you on a personal level. I believe in that way we can work as a team to insure that your precious children get the most out of their education. Believe me when I tell you that the early years of education are the most important in your child’s life.”

Stephanie was fascinated by the uncharacteristic intelligence and knowledge of the young woman. During the presentation, she found her eyes meeting Kelly’s several times. It seemed that Kelly held her stare for a second longer than necessary. Each time Stephanie’s face colored in embarrassment. She suddenly wanted to be anywhere but in her son’s classroom. Incredibly, when Kelly mentioned needing a parent assistant, Stephanie found herself raising her hand. After all, if she didn’t help out, who would? she reasoned. Just like that it was settled; she would come to class two mornings a week and help with grading papers, and generally assist the teacher. Anyway, instead of feeling like she was doing a good deed, Stephanie felt a strange but undeniable sexual feeling wash over her. She wondered if she was losing her mind.

Chapter 2

Once again, Stephanie found herself searching through her closet to find the perfect dress. It had to be conservative but sexy. She yanked several out and laid them on the bed. As she stood looking at them, she began to wonder what she was doing. It wasn’t as if she was going on a date. She was just going to her son’s school for a few hours to help his teacher. Yet, even with this knowledge, she found it hard to make a decision on what to wear. She tried on several dresses before settling on a somewhat conservative black dress. It was one she had worn to several of David’s business functions. It was snug to her bust and hips with a nice contour at the waist. While it wasn’t short by today’s standards, it was about four inches above her knees and an inch from being inappropriate for a school function. The top covered her ample bust and didn’t reveal much. When she went to the dresser for pantyhose, she hesitated. It was still quite warm outside and her legs still looked good from her summer tan, so she decided to go without hose. A little chill ran through and she thought briefly about not wearing panties. Her better judgment took over and she left hers on. Finally, she put on a pearl necklace with matching bracelet and was ready to go.

Kelly was sitting at her desk when she looked up for some unknown reason. She glanced around the classroom and then out the window. She saw Stephanie Morrison getting out of her car in the parking lot and smiled. Her heartbeat increased just a touch as she watched the pretty woman walk toward the school. It had been a long time since she had felt this way about someone. There was something that she couldn’t explain about Stephanie. She could remember her stares and the sparkle of her eyes when they glanced at one another the other night. The feeling in her stomach took her back in time when she had her first lesbian experience. It had been a warm, sensual, and intense affair that ended at college.

Still, for Kelly, after all of the men she had dated, she somehow felt empty… as if something was missing. She knew that she wasn’t a “lesbian” whatever that meant. She enjoyed her sexual relationships with men. Except there was that undefined something she had only felt once in her young life. Those twinges had returned full blast.

Kelly smiled to herself, adjusting her white blouse and while she tugged her short skirt down her thighs. Even then the skirt was still a full five inches above her knees.

Stephanie smiled to cover her nervousness when she entered the classroom. It was almost as if it was her first day of school. She was happy to see that the kids had not arrived yet.

“Hi Kelly,” Stephanie said.

Kelly looked up and smiled as if she was surprised to see Stephanie so early. “You’re early,” she said. “Are you trying to get on the good side of the teacher?”

Stephanie saw Kelly’s bright eyes staring at her and found herself flustered again. “Uh… I… I like to be punctual.”

“Did you bring me an apple?”

Suddenly Stephanie’s smile was genuine. “Uh, no but I will the next time.”

They laughed.

Soon the two were talking and sorting out lesson plans for the students. They found that they had a lot in common, from music to political persuasions and almost everything in between. Stephanie liked the fact that Kelly was easy to talk to and was soon revealing things about herself she would normally only share with a good friend.

A few minutes later, the kids arrived, rushing into the room, laughing and squealing, pushing and shoving, like typical six-year-olds.

When Stephanie saw Ben come into the room, she smiled at him. While he smiled back, he didn’t otherwise acknowledge her. Even at his tender age, the peer pressure to be independent was apparent. She knew that his friends would tease him if he showed undue emotions toward his mother. No boy of any age wanted to be called a “mommy’s boy”. Several times she smiled at him and he secretly smiled back.

The morning passed quickly. Before Stephanie knew it, it was time to leave. The kids had been sent to Mrs. Williams’ art class. The room was finally quiet. As she was straightening up, Stephanie knocked a stack of papers to the floor. She squatted down to pick them up and Kelly came over to help.

“I can be such a klutz,” Stephanie said as she gathered up the papers.

“I’m the same way. When I was a kid, my parents used to say I had two left feet,” Kelly laughed.

As Stephanie reached for a paper, her eyes glanced at Kelly’s legs. Her squatting position allowed her knees to slightly open. Suddenly the older woman’s heart skipped a beat… she could see all the way up the young woman’s skirt… and she didn’t have any panties on. Stephanie’s head began to spin as her eyes continued to stare between Kelly’s legs. The sun’s rays illuminated the normally dark area. She could see under her skirt straight to her pussy. Stephanie was shocked to see she didn’t have any pubic hair. She could plainly the puffy bulge of her pussy lips.

“Is something wrong?” Kelly asked when she saw Stephanie staring. Her facial expression appeared serious. A hint of a smile curled at corners of her lips.

“Uh… no,” Stephanie quickly said. Inhaling a long, slow breath, she averted her eyes. Too late, the damage had been done. Stephanie could feel her pussy lips swelling and juice begin to drip into her panties. As soon as the papers were gathered, Stephanie hurried out of the room and to the girls’ lavatories. In the privacy of the stall, she masturbated like some half-crazed teenager who had been kissed for the first time by the captain of the football team.

Stephanie was somewhat more composed and less anxious the next time she played “teacher’s assistant”. However, a touch or smile from Kelly would increase her heartbeat. It was ridiculous, but she couldn’t deny the way she felt.

The following week, as Stephanie was just about to leave for the day, Kelly asked if she would like to get together for dinner one night. “We get along famously. We have so much in common Stephanie. I thought it might be fun to go out this Friday evening… that is if you aren’t busy.” Kelly touched Stephanie’s hand warmly.

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Melody sucks girls while a big black dude fucks her ass

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Melody Part two

I went home in the Hummer with Moffat, back through the city then a single sector to junction twelve on the freeway and up into the hills to our mansion.

Supper was a hoot, my father had excelled himself, Melissa was a fine tribute to the plastic surgeons art, her breasts were easily DD or bigger her eyes an unnatural deep blue, her hair an unnatural shade of honey blonde and her brain easily the weakest I had encountered in a very long time.

She sat there like some fleshy clothes horse, describing in excruciatingly tedious detail the retail outlet and details of the transaction for each item of clothing and accessory that weighed her down while simultaneously consuming tiny quantities of food which I was sure she would throw up later, and worse still her mother accompanied her dropping hints at every conversational pause that Melissa was in fact single and intended to marry before the year was out. If she expected me to show an interest then she was sadly mistaken.

Somehow I pried myself free around midnight, and headed down town to check on Melody, to see if she was giving the staff adequate service.

There was something of a queue, I saw Warwick Jones pounding away at her and it took a moment to realise he was in fact using the smaller brown orifice, although it didn’t look all that small distended as it was around the enormous girth of his penis.

Silas Harmon and Andy Phelps sat waiting patiently in their company coveralls, “You in a hurry Boss” Andy asked.

“No, I’ll take the other end.” I suggested.

“I wouldn’t do that sir.” he said.

“Why,” I said as I opened the door. “Mother!” I exclaimed as my mother lying on the padded trolley her legs raised high and wide resting on stirrups above and beside her head parted and Melodys face buried in her pubic hair.

“John!” she exclaimed, “I was sure you would be occupied with Melissa this evening, and your father said Melody fucked like a dream so I thought.”

“I see what you thought!” I said, “The poor girls got eight inches of negro meat up her backside and her face stuffed in your sex, are you trying to kill her?”

“Don’t be crude dear.” she said, “You know the situation, now leave me, give me a few moments, you know if she wasn’t so ugly Melody could be my dresser for the summer,” she said wistfully and I closed the door.

It didn’t seem fair somehow, Warwick was peeling off the brown stained condom and Silas was now rhythmically pounding her, choosing the hairy vaginal option, his coveralls unbuttoned to the crotch, and then Mother appeared, not a hair out of place, immaculate as ever, just slightly flushed. “She’s all yours!” she grinned “Very amenable.”

Melody was looking angry, desperately trying to spit out mother’s juices and some stray pubic hairs.

“Hello, have you eaten,” I asked.

“Only Pussy,” she snarled.

“Would you like a drink?” I enquired.

“And I guess you’ll piss in my mouth like that Negro bastard!” she snarled.

“No, I meant bottled water, I’ll get some.” I promised.

“Don’t go.” she said.

“I’ll be right back,” I promised and I opened a cupboard door to reveal a refrigerator full of frozen bottled water and bottles of diet coke, beer, whiskey and many other drinks.

I took a bottle of diet coke and tipped it in a glass, and offered it to her.

“My hands are cuffed Moron.” she wailed.

I released the cuffs and supported her shoulders with my arms to let her use her arms to drink, she gargled and spat most of it across the floor, “Yuck, pussy,” she complained, “Can I have some more?”

I got her another bottle.

“I’d offer you something to eat but you have enough blubber to live off for a month!” I explained and as expected she swore at me.

“I guess you will be processed by the time I get back from Engand,” I explained, “But enjoy yourself!” I gave her a little wave, she almost smiled.

England was a disaster. My father had wanted to be a racing driver, but he was too busy building the business to actually race so he had me race to fulfil his boyhood ambitions, but despite some real top quality machinery I just didn’t make the grade, and it was embarrassing, running a top quality machine in mid field alongside beat up worn out three year old machinery.

Don’t get me wrong the team were great, the race day atmosphere wonderful, my father loved every second but it was just that I didn’t like the bit where I took the car around the blacktop, which was the bit I was supposed to do.

“I bet even a girl could have beaten you today,” someone muttered as I walked home after spinning off at Cascades while running a lonely sixth, and I had to agree,

I flew home early, not waiting for the after race party at a Cheshire Hotel after the Oulton Park race, and I went straight downtown to check on the business.

“Where did we place the Melody girl,” I asked Miss Rawlings on reception.

“Oh, she was so popular we left her in prep for a few more days, I hope you don’t mind,” she said.

“No, I suppose I might as well try her out myself.” I said, “I’ll go on down.”

There was a queue waiting as Silas was busy reaming her ass, and Alex Hausman was waiting with a Negro I didn’t know.

I went in Prep two to see her face. she looked terrible, “Thank god.” she wailed, “For gods sake get me a coke.”

“You look like you had a week like mine.” I sympathised.

“Yeah right!” she said.

“At least you have been in the dry,” I said, “It’s no fun driving at a hundred miles and hour in an open car in the rain.”

“Well its better than this!” she said.

“I suppose so.” I said as I slipped a straw into a coke bottle and held it so she could suck the coke easily. “Although going backwards into the gravel trap at Cascades at eighty is no fun.”

“Did you hit the barrier!” she asked between sucks.

“Nearly.” I said, “Why?”

“You weren’t going fast enough then!” she laughed.

“So you’re an expert suddenly!” I said.

“No but I was supposed to be travelling to Europe this week to try to scrounge a drive before I get too old.” she said.

“You want to drive race cars?” I asked, my mind racing.

“Yes thats what I wanted to, oh who cares.”

“I do,” I explained, “Do you race.”

“A few times, I have a license but.” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Someone is fucking me Moron.” she said, “Holding a conversation, Ah, is, Uggh, oh god I’m cumming.” she calmed down, “I hate it when I cum, it’s so embarrassing.”

“Race cars?” I probed.

“Yes open wheel, except the team owners just screw my metaphorically and physically and I just get to race worn out crap.” she said.

“I have the other problem,” I said, “Too much pressure, top quality equipment, no talent.”

“Wow, honesty.” she said sarcastically.

“I had a bad experience in the Army, I came round this bend too fast, ran wide.” I explained.

“So,” she said,

“So the land mine was in the wheel tracks and they guys following were blown to bits, it should have been me.” I explained.

“Oh you poor thing.” she said, “Let me give you a big hug,” she paused “Oh I can’t you sealed me in rubber and there’s some big Negro raping me.”

“Fine, but you try six months fighting the Taliban, it’s not much fun.” I explained.

“That where you got the idea for this torture?” she asked.

“Ah no.” I explained, “and I got into trouble when I suggested we use it.” she looked blank, “Gitmo.!”

“Oh my God.”she exclaimed.

“Have you eaten?” I asked.

“Spunk mainly” she said, “No I haven’t eaten.” she explained.

“I’ll sort something out,” I promised.

I called Miss Rawlings, “I think Melody may be ready.” I explained.

“Thank you sir, I’ll be right down.” she agreed and put the phone down.

Miss Rawlings was about five six, blonde, blue eyes, nicely rounded but her skin betrayed her thirty eight tears, and she arrived slightly out of breath, “I’ll use number two if you will install me sir.”

“What?” I asked.

“PMT, I find a session here helps.” she explained, as she punched her ID into the lock on her locker open ed the door, took out her moulded rubber wall plug and started to strip.

I looked away in embarrassment.

She kept her knickers on and pulled the two halves of the rubber ring tight around her, then she wound an elasticated strap around the outside to hold it together and sort of bounced towards prep one and the hole in the wall.

I took down the picture of my second step mother and as Alex from IT screwed Melody, so Miss Rawlings sort of dived through.

“Put a hundred more condoms in the dispenser please,” she asked, “And put my panties in the locker and just close the door. she said before she pulled herself firmly into place.

I went round to prep two.

“You can call me Paula.” Miss Rawlings was saying. “it’s my turn!”

“You do this from choice?” Melody asked.

“PMT,” Miss Rawlings suggested conspiratorially.

“Comfy,” I asked, Miss Rawlings nodded. “I’ll do the bolts.” I added.

I fitted the lower flange, tightened all thirteen bolts, and as Alex moved aside I took Melody’s ankle restraints and put them on Miss Rawlings ankles, after pulling down her panties to show she was ready for business.

I put the panties away, topped up the condom dispenser, and went to back into prep two, they were still chattering.

“Are you coming Melody?” I asked as I released the restraints from her wrists.

“Don’t be stupid I’m bolted to the bloody wall!” Melody complained.

“He means you should wriggle out, if you lost enough weight you should slip out.” Miss Rawlings explained, “Otherwise you’ll get all the fit ones and I’ll be miserable!”

“I can’t!” Melody complained, but when I went round to prep one and hit her backside with a whip a few times she soon proved that she could indeed slip out forwards, in fact she slid out faster than she expected and did a complete somersault before she tried hard to stand up and hit me but her legs buckled from disuse.

She looked terrible, her ribs were clearly visible, she was only supposed to have spent three days in the hole, but after a week of constant sleep deprivation, no food and constant orgasms, or at least constant arousal, she was showing signs of serious mal-nourishment.

“Ah, please be careful,” I cautioned, as I held her up,”Mind Miss Rawlings, lean on me a moment.”

I put my arm around her and supported her, “I feel so weak!” she moaned.

“I’ll find you some coveralls,” I promised. “Just sit on the floor a moment.”

I quickly found some coveralls and Melody’s own socks and shoes, then I took a simple smock we sometimes used and took them all through to her.

She tried the coveralls first, “God they chafe, I’m so sore.” she complained but the smock was far more to her liking.

“I’ll never be able to wear panties again.” she whined.

“You do look rather sore.” I commented, noting how red and swollen her sex appeared.

“Oh you will, after about a week until the next time!” Miss Rawlings suggested.

“Miss Rawlings volunteered to take your place, wasn’t that kind of her.” I suggested.

“You’re kidding!” Melody squealed.

“Best PMT cure I know!” Miss Rawlings announced, “But get going and give me some privacy.”

“Come along Melody, ah, Miss Parker,” I urged, “Can you walk.”

“Just,” she said as she waddled in an ungainly manner, “Stop laughing, it’s not funny, I’m sore.”

“I did think a restaurant but perhaps under the circumstances we had better eat at Father’s house,” I suggested.

“Andrews is standing by with a car at the loading bay if you need one sir” Miss Rawlings helpfully informed me and I guided Melody through the various security doors and to the car.

“Can I lie on the floor?” she asked, “Only I’m so sore.”

“Sure.” I agreed, “I’ll sit up front and you can lie on the seat.”

She slept most of the way, and then as I carried her in to the house she woke, “Oh,” she said “where are you taking me.”

“Dinner, well supper,” I explained, “I’ll have it sent up, your purse is in my room you left it behind.”

My room was rather a mess, little used since my teens it had just a bed and a computer and a couple of chairs, I rang the kitchen and Mrs Freeman, Father’s cook promised to bring a cold Supper for two hungry gentlemen.

“Hide in my bed,” I suggested.

“I’ll hide in your shower if that’s a shower room,” she suggested.

She disappeared and returned minutes later looking refreshed and smelling a lot sweeter
with her hair wringing wet.

I found a dryer and by the time Supper appeared she looked almost presentable.

She ate a whole meat pie, she just wolfed the whole thing down with a lack of table manners which could not be entirely explained by her American origin and she washed it down with a quart of diet coke, and then she crawled in my bed and went to sleep.

I watched her for a few moments and then slid in beside her, as the time change caught up with me, and I fell asleep too.

She was looking at me when I woke.

“Its eleven thirty.” she said.

“So,” I replied curiously.

“I thought.” she said.

“Thought?” I queried.

“I was being prepared.” she queried.

“Slight change of plan.” I explained.

“Great!” she exclaimed sarcastically.

“At least I had thought about a change of plan, except last night,” I reminded her.

“Oh god.” she said, “What now.”

“Nothing happened!” I admitted.

“That was very considerate.” she said.

“No, I don’t find you attractive, I’m sorry.” I said.

“Great,” she said, “It’s mutual.”

“Melody, ” I said seriously, “Are you interested in taking over my race car drive?”

“What!” she demanded.

“My race car, the open wheel, I think its much like you drive, except in England, I hate it, I don’t mind the Touring Car because that has a windscreen and roof but the open.”

“Oh my gosh, is this for real,” she gushed, “Look forget I called you a bastard ok, and yes I’ll spend every day in that dungeon if I can race at weekends!”

“I’ll pretend you are my new girl friend, only I don’t fancy you.” I said, “I used to, but now?”

“I suppose it is the thought of all those men who fucked me.” she said knowingly.

“Perhaps” I agreed.

She started exercising that afternoon, and by Thursday she was pretty much back to race fitness, so I took her to a track day at the County raceway and let her try my last years car.

It had a misfire first couple of laps so we spent half an hour working on it, her lily white hands suffering from the sharp edges and hot metal, and when we had to take the cam cover off to check the valve clearances when there was no compression on number three cylinder she got oil everywhere, even in her hair.

She did real well and after maybe thirty laps we loaded up the racer and I drove the truck back towards the Mansion.

“John,” she asked, “Why have you got a hard on?”

“I’m very sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know.” I explained.

“It’s engine oil, the smell of sump oil, all in my hair,” she exclaimed, “I can dab some behind my ear like perfume.” she giggled.

“You may mock but I think you’re right.” I explained, “Had you been racing when you had your initial interview? “

She nodded, and I continued, “That’s why I found you so attractive.”

“Do you want to?” she asked hopefully.

“God no, wait till we get home, its only a couple of minutes,” I suggested.

“No, seize the moment,” she said, “Just pull over.”

“No!” I laughed and grinned, “Plenty of time for that later.”

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his the second in the series..i advise you read 1 before continuing to get an idea of where it started..

Well it has been 2 months since i started my new job as receptionist at th L&C School of Writing it has been quite the experience for me to work for 2 mistress’s who look after my every need…and i mean every need.

I have been told to wear the clothes for work which i must no deviate from, it consists of a crisp white shirt which only buttons up as far as my cleavage underneath the shirt i must wear a black push up bra with a pink lace edge on the top of the cups. A short black skirt which is mid thigh and when im told to bend over and do some filing my ass can be clearly seen i am not permitted to wear nickers, to cap the uniform off black stay up stockings and 4″ black peep toes make my legs look amazing if i do say so myself…..

As part of my job i have to go regularly to Clairs office and Lesley’s office as they are very busy so i try and make their jobs easier by doing as much as i can, which on occasion has not been enough or i have done something incorrectly it was one of these occasions that led to my introduction to ..a fucking machine…

I was told to report to Lesley’s office and when i entered she was holding some papers in her hand and waiving them at me as she said ..Debbie these where supposed to have been sent last week..i did a quick mental check and ..yes they were “i had forgotten” as Lesley stood up and moved to the front of her desk she grabbed my pony tail and pulled it back so my neck was stretched and she said through her half smile that a lesson in timing was needed.

I was then pulled by my pony tail through the door that leads to a room between the 2 offices Lesley threw me forward and i landed on the carpeted floor on my hands and knees which caused my skirt to flip up over my lower back and with no nickers on my pussy and ass was totally exposed. I was ordered to strip so i stood up and undid the buttons of my shirt and let it slip to the floor, next my skirt was on top of it.

As Lesley walked around me and came up behind me she reached around and grabbed my nipples and pinched them pulling them away from chest stretching them..i screamed as she did this and hopped from one foot to the other then to my relief she let them go. I watched as she stood back from me and started to take her shirt off button by button i watched intently as they were undone and more flesh exposed i loved every painfully slow second as she was deliberately teasing me.

My pussy was wet i could feel the juices starting to run down my thigh my nipples were hard and poking a further 3/4″ out from each breast. Once Lesley’s shirt was off her black bra encased tits were 2 full round mounds of flesh that had my mouth watering and my hands craving to cup them and squeeze them.
Lesley walked to the desk drawer and opened it and selected a plastic ruler, and as she moved towards me she swished it through the air..which had the desired effect of putting fear into me..she stood in front of me and placed the ruler between my knees hitting each knee to indicate that i should spread my legs which i did my feet were about 4′ apart which had my pussy and ass totally exposed.

Lesley walked around behind me swishing the ruler through the air as she went then it happened. A lightening bolt flashed accross my eyes as the ruler came down on my ass causing me to scream i was apologising and pleading with her to stop and that i wouldnt make the mistake again..to no avail…Lesley went to the cabinet and came back with a red ball gag and black straps the ball was forced into my mouth my teeth sitting on the top and bottom of the ball the straps were then tied behind my head.

I was then moved to the end of the room and shackles placed on my wrists and ankles which were then attached to the floor and my wirsts connected to 2 ropes hanging from the ceiling my pussy was positively dripping at this stage then a spreader bar was placed between my ankles to hold my legs spread eagled as i hung from the ropes.

Lesley then moved around my body hitting me in various places with the ruler causing me to scream and yell into the ball in my mouth which was causing my mouth to drool and drip onto my tits covering them in my spit.
With red welts appearing on my ass and inner thighs the pain was clouding my vision and i could only see shadows through the tears. As she moved to the front of me she lifted the ruler in front of my face smiled and bent it back almost snapping it then lowered it to my pussy and let it go, the ruler hit the top of my pussy and it felt like i was being electrocuted my ass jumped up and down i tried to close my legs but they were spread so wide i couldnt. The top of my pussy was burning from the sting and i could see a red welt as i looked down to survey the damage.

Lesley leaned in closer to me and as she placed her hand over my pussy feeling the heat and the juices that were coming from it asked if i had learned my lesson i nodded that i had and she said good and through the ruler away and walked to the cupboard and dragged a heavy looking machine towards me, i had never seen anything like it. She then stopped it when it got between my legs and i started to wonder what this thing was going to do to me…she turned it on and it made a very quiet whirring sound and i thought well that cant be to bad.

Lesley then pulled out from the side of the machine a pole which was clicked into the top of the machine then she held 2 dildoes in front of me both seemed really big and she asked which i would prefer i nodded to the smaller one and she said…nu uh…you get this one it looked to be 10″ long and about 6″ round there was no way that was going to fit inside me.

Lesley then screwed the dildoe to the machine and she knelt in front of my and kissed my pussy mound nipping it with her teeth making me wetter and wetter my hips trying to move closer to her mouth so i could cum. Lesley brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them then slowly pushed them inside me all the way to the knuckle i could feel them hit bottom as she fucked me i was soooo close to cumming and she sensed this and pulled her fingers out of me and stood in front of me and sucked my juices off them watching that caused me to moan as i wanted more.

Lesley then positioned the dildoe on the machine and put 2″ of it inside me then stood back and with a smile turned the knob and then i felt it … it started to push into me my pussy stretching to accommodate it but it would only stretch so far i felt like my pussy would tear i was screaming into the gag and my hips flailing to try and get it out of me then i felt it push against my cervix… it was in all the way i dont know how much was sticking out of me but there was no room left inside me.

Lesley let it sit there so i could get used to it my head was rolling around as i moaned and groaned she then stood in front of me and said now comes your lesson in timing and she turned the knob i felt it move out of me about half way then push back i grunted as it did, it moved so slowly my pussy was on fire then as it went in something inside me clicked and my body started to fuck back at the invader as it started to feel good i could hear the squelching it made as it fucked me in and out now as Lesley turned the knob up it just kept going and going fucking my pussy in a steady in and out motion.

My body was alive with the feelings the machine was giving me it fucked me slow and steady and oh so deep i have never had anything so big inside me and never as deep as this machine was. The fucking was intense but my body was betraying my brain i found the strength in my arms to lift myself up and as the machine came up i let go and forced my cunt down onto it as it entered me i was seeing stars the pleasure i was getting from this mixed with the pain was euphoric.

My arms were burning but i kept at it and my hips were fucking back and forth trying to force more of the machine inside me. I was close to cumming all i wanted was to be fucked hard and deep by this monster and for it never to end. Lesley stood in front of me a wicked smile on her beautiful lips as she reached forward and squeezed my tits on her hands mashing them and pinching my nipples that was all that was need my back arched against my restraints and drool was running from my mouth as i came hard my body tensing and loud moaning from behind the ball gag was all that could be heard.

After the most explosive orgasm of my young life i was left weak and hanging but there was no let up Lesley turned the machine up higher and it pumped me fucking me as i looked at the dial it showed 100 strokes per minute my body was being shocked and pushed up and down my cunt grabbing the machine on the way out and it slicing into me on the way in…i came again and again my mind was a fog my thighs wet from my juices as Lesley finally turned it off.

Lesley untied me and i slumped to the ground my hands going between my legs to cup my pussy and to feel if there was any damage i checked the inside of my pussy with 2 fingers and everything seemed ok but when i pulled my fingers out i couldnt help it they went straight to my clit rubbing and squeezing the little button until i came again.

Lesley called my name and as i looked up she was getting dressed she ordered me to go and take a shower and to get back to work i had 15 minutes, i walked on shakey legs to the ensuite behind the offices and got into the shower the water was refreshing as it cascaded over my face down to my tits and then off my pussy and it tickled as it dripped off my clit.

I was tempted to masterbate again but i knew time was short, as i stepped out of the shower the door opened and there stood Claire she was gorgeous and i was naked and my nipples instantly hardened as she moved towards me and kissed me her hands reaching down and squeezing my ass her nails digging into the flesh. Her tongue danced with mine and she reached up and grabbed my hair pulling my head back exposing my neck as she bit down on the sensative skin nipping my neck and sucking the skin into her mouth.

Shocked at the sudden assault my body started to respond my pussy got wetter and wetter as her hand moved around to cup it and squeeze it forcing 2 of her fingers inside me making me moan as my excitement grew. My legs involantarily spread to allow Claire more access to my pussy as she fucked her fingers in and out of me her mouth moving to my nipples sucking and biting them pulling them with her teeth to make them red and swollen.

My hands reached under her shirt and squeezed her tits twisting her nipples making them grow harder and harder in my hand, hurriedly i undressed her i needed to have her, in no time she was naked and smiling at my urgency making me blush as soon as she was bare her hands went to my shoulders pushing me to my knees.
My mouth found her pussy and my tongue delved inside finding a warmth and wetness that soon covered my mouth and nose i licked her as deep as i could pushing my nose onto her clit her hands had fistfulls of my hair grinding her pussy onto my mouth.

Claires legs started to shake and her moans got louder as she started to cum i found her clit and moved my tongue in tight circles and as she came we heard a loud bang as the door was forcibly opened and then “what the fuck is going on here” it was Lesley we had been sprung. Although Claire was more domm than me she was no match for Lesley who grabbed a hand full of our hair in each hand and dragged us back into the “play” room.

I didnt matter how many we are sorries we cried to her she kept on slapping our asses and our tits as she swore at us… you fucking sluts how dare you….i am going to teach you bitches a lesson you will not forget. Lesley pulled us up by our hair so Claire and i were facing each other she said dont you dare fuckin move …there was no way we would we were to scared to budge…Lesley returned with some rope and tied out waist’s together so our hips were pressing into eachother’s next out hair was put into a pony tail each and tied tightly..

Claire was the first to feel something …we were facing eachother and all of a sudden i felt her rise on her tip toes and her eyes opened in shock as she gave a scream nooooooo Lesley had slipped an ass hook into her ass and tied it to her hair forcing her neck back so she couldnt move..i knew what was coming and then i felt her hands on my ass spreading my cheeks as she rubbed lube on my tiny hole then the hook started to penetrate me spreading my delicate hole wider as it went it hurt and i moaned as she did it, then felt my head being pulled back as the hook was tied to my hair..we were done we could not move.

Next thing we had ankle cuffs put on each ankle and a spreader bar put between us and our legs were forced wider and wider apart. our nipples were rubbing ainst eachother and i was finding the whoile thing very stimulating my pussy was wet very wet my thighs shiny from the dripping juices for the 3rd time that day.
Lesley was stalking around us saying how we were going to be punished and would not ever fuck without her permission.

Now you young lady as looked into my eyes were told to do something and disobeyed so you get these first as she squeezed a peg onto my left nipple causing me to scream a little bit and pull back almost toppling us over, the the other nipple was pegged with my head pulled back it heightened the feeling as i couldnt see but i could certainly feel my nipples swelling under the pressure. Then Claires were done i could feel her pegs digging into my tit flesh as she moved.

Lesley was having her fun spanking our bare asses with her hand i could feel the heat on my ass as spank after spank was laid into the cheeks. Both Claire and i had tears running down our faces as we were spanked and the pegs flicked by Lesley. As she got behind each of us she would pull the rope on the hooks making the hook fuck our ass with each pull.

We couldnt see Lesley to well but we felt her presence as her nails were scraped over our skin as she knelt beside us and her hands moved up our thighs to find our pussies…so you want to be fucked like sluts well thats exactly what you will get and then i felt her fingers enter me i could feel them expand inside me as she was strtetching me..then i heard Claire gasp closely followed by my own gasp as a dildoe was thrust inside me fucking me deep and slow making sure i felt every inch of it inside me.

In our spread eagled position we were very vulnerable and just as i thought it was over i felt Lesley grab my hips and i thought i was going to be untied then i felt it her strapon pushing into my pussy as she hung off the hook rope making it fuck my ass as she fucked my pussy. My body was shaking and it felt like i was having on continuous orgasm. Lesley then stopped fucking me and pulled out of my pussy … i felt empty … and i groaned as the strap on was removed.

Next i felt my hair being untied and my neck relaxed stretching it and moving it around was feeling good ..then the hook was pushed into my ass further causing me to moan Lesley then fucked my ass with the hook i was trying to push back onto it with each inward thrust trying to cum again and then i did my ass seemed to be attached to my clit and i orgasmed again.

Slowly the hook was removed and the ropes undone and i fell to my knees with Claire beside me, i was breathing hard and my pussy and ass felt like they were convulsing, sweat dripped off my hair onto my neck and down to my tits. Claire was then thown forward her hands breaking her fall as she was now on her knees with her head on the floor. Lesley ordered me to lay in front of Claire to hold my legs open as i lay on my back i moved so my pussy was under clairs chin then brought my feet up and back behind my neck somy pussy and ass were on display my feet locked behind my head.

When i reached this position i heard Lesley moan in appreciation as she looked at me and bit her lip, Claire was staring straight into my pussy and ass and she lowered her head and licked me the full length her tongue spreading me open and delving inside making me moan and supply her with more and more juice that she eagerly lapped up.

I was watching Claire lick me when her eyes opened and her tongue was forced deeper inside me as Lesley invaded her ass with the strapon each time Lesley drove into her ass her tongue was forced deeper inside me.The position i was in i ad a fantastic view of the fucking and licking and this jst bought me to orgasm quickly and i shuddered and screamed as i came Claire followed closely moaning into my pussy then we heard Lesley cum as she fucked Clairs ass.

Slowly she eased out of Clairs ass and Caire visibly shook as it was removed with my feet behind my head my mouth was within inces of my own my pussy but just out of reach, so Claire stuck her tongue inside me deep and in one movement she licked me then moved an kissed so i could taste myself on her lips.

RIGHT YOU TWO shouted Lesley get showered and dressed and get back o work we have to get ready for a visiting girls school representatives we are having a competition with them everything from writing essays to a water polo match. they will be here in a weeks time

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On my first date with Francoise many years ago I learnt she was super confident, very articulate and possessed with strong preferences, even down to the type of wine she liked and where it was grown.

Three years younger than me at forty-two, she was a demure though very attractive size 8-10, honey blond with a distinctive bobbed hair-do, with a trim, taut body and I could see she had a very impressive well formed ass under her tight skirt.

“I am French and bilingual, though I have lived here for many years. I work as a psychologist and I like being licked and teased. And I am multi-orgasmic.”

“I love an articulate lady who can define her tastes and preferences,” I smiled.

I was tempted to ask if she was bisexual but left that for perhaps another day.

Before we had sex for the first time I told her that day over lunch I had been thinking about her in the shower that morning.

“And it was very good masturbating while I was fantasizing about you. Very, very good.”

“Was it now, glad you enjoyed it, was I helpful?” she teased as the look on her face and broad smile suggested her sexual mores might be well outside the conventional box.

Later that afternoon as we petted like teenagers on the couch she told me she wasn’t ready to have sex with me yet.

“I need to get to know you better first.”

Undeterred I undid her blouse, no bra, smallish tits but very erect nipples.

As I licked them with the tip of my tongue, then the gap in between Francoise was moaning with absolute pleasure.

The very next day she was stark naked with her legs over my shoulders moaning in ecstasy as I was learning just how much she liked being licked and teased as I licked along her very wet cunt lips.

Then a little later, “I told you I like being licked and teased. Especially sitting on my man’s face with his tongue on my clit. And with his hands cupping my ass. And manipulating my ass so his tongue is sliding along my cunt.”

I was learning very quickly she was multi-orgasmic, very seriously multi-orgasmic with many, many erogenous zones.

“Tease me, make it last, tease me, love the way you are licking me, love it.

“I am to pleasure and be pleasured.

“One more orgasm and you can fuck me, make it really good for me.”

And what a sensational first fuck it was as she implored me over and over, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt.”

As our relationship developed I tried many things to pleasure her.

I went through a number of stages in shaving her pubes every week. Firstly just a trim. Then a Mohawk with a long thin strip. Then a Brazilian, all of which she enjoyed receiving.

After a few weeks she returned the favor by shaving my pubic area completely bald. Wonderful foreplay, my cock was flaccid when she commenced and rock hard by the time she finished and we fucked every which way.

“That is fucking magic, very special, love it,” she groaned when I inserted a vibrator in her while licking her clit for the first time.

After a few weeks I was beginning to wonder if oral sex with Francoise was a one-way thing, as I had never received a blow job.

Then one lazy Sunday afternoon after we had a spa together and were naked drying each other off she asked me to hold her hands while I stood in front of a wall length mirror as she sat on a chair.

“You know what I am going to do to you, don’t you?

“You should have asked and I would have given you a blow job long ago.”

The only contact we have is holding hands and the tip of her tongue on my now very erect cock.

“You are well hung, anyone ever tell you that? And very thick.

“I like to think I am good at this, very good in fact,” she gloats as she licks and kisses the sides of my cock, while still holding my hands. Then the underside as she releases one hand and scratches my balls.

Her technique is incredibly good and very teasing as she uses her tongue and lips in combination. I can feel a really good orgasm building, very slowly, this is too good to rush.

“That is fucking magic baby, you are so good, so fucking good,” I moan as she stands up and tongue kisses me.

“I can stop if you want me to. Or I can show you how really good I am at this. Tell me which you want?”

Without saying a word I sit her down again and direct her head and mouth to my throbbing erection.

I watch and marvel at her technique as she rubs her thumb and middle finger along my cock while she is sucking and licking just the tip of it.

Ever so slowly she has me up to the brink of orgasm. Then she increases the pressure with thumb and middle finger and sucks very hard.

“That was exquisite baby, absolutely exquisite,” I mutter as I watch her swallow with a smug smile.

As our relationship developed further I learnt that Francoise enjoys blindfolds, handcuffs, fitting my cock ring for me, silk scarves, silk gloves, mutual kegel exercises, teasing me with nothing under her mink coat, using a vacuum pump on me (it has a scale on it in inches and centimeters, eight and half inches was her benchmark for me), French ticklers, vibrators, my massage table, being tied up, some mild BDSM, telephone sex, sixty-nines (soixante-neuf), cross dressing and not least wild sex in the back of a stretch limo cruising downtown while we could see out but people couldn’t see in.

On one occasion after I had pleasured her she started tongue kissing me and asked me to masturbate for her.

“You told me you masturbated in the shower fantasizing about me. Do it for me now, I want to watch, don’t hold back.”

“Love you tongue kissing me baby while you watch me masturbate, I am stimulated at both ends. Your tongue is magic.

“I’m getting close baby, very close.”

“I know, I can tell. Want me to finish you off with my hand?”

I place my hand lightly on hers and enjoy her very heavy milking motion on my cock while she is still tongue kissing me.

“Watch me cum, watch,” I groan in absolute ecstasy as she smiles, very pleased with herself.

“Your birthday next week baby, what would you like me to give you?”

“Something that won’t cost you anything and something that will give me lots of pleasure, and something that I think will give you pleasure while you are pleasing me.”

“That’s all a bit cryptic, please explain.”

“A golden shower with all the bells and whistles.”

“Wow, I like a challenge, so I shall. Let’s say two on Sunday.”

At one-thirty Sunday Francois is slightly agitated as I watch her drinking large amounts of water.

“I haven’t quite worked out how I am going to deliver your golden shower, though I am looking forward to it. Any suggestions?”

“I can lay on my back in the sauna room, then you can kneel over me, with your hands on your hips and your cunt just above my cock, then a long and slow release.”

“Before you do I will shave you as I do every Sunday.”

“The way you shave me is wonderful foreplay. That shaving cream feels and smells good. And the way you apply it with your fingers is rather nice, especially with a full bladder.

“And the feel of the razor in your hand on the sides of my cunt as you leave me with a just a thin pubic strip has me rather excited.”

As I wash her off with the hand held shower-head I turn it to a very fine needle spray and direct it up and down her cunt lips.

Francois face is very tense as she is obviously enjoying the sensation.

I watch her squat over me with her hands on her hips as she holds my gaze while teasing her cunt lips with one finger, a look of carnal pleasure on her face.

“Count to five for me baby and enjoy, I love to please my man and I have a very full bladder just for you. Lets see if this gives you an erection for me, you already have three-quarters of one.

“One, two, three, four, I have been hanging out and wanting to watch you do this for days, are you ready? Five.”

“Happy birthday baby, I love to please.”

I watch fascinated as she starts squirting very slowly over my cock as it becomes rock hard almost instantly from the sensation of her warm, colored fluid and naked body.

“Happy birthday baby, I love to please, did you enjoy that?” she tells me after what seemed like a continual stream for three or four minutes as she washes me with the shower head.

“You have a really good erection now. Masturbate for me while I use my vibrator. Let’s see who can hold out the longest.”

Watching Francois pleasure herself with the vibrator is very exciting as she teases the full length of her cunt lips with it, then slowly inserts it into her cunt.

Often when I am licking Francoise to orgasm I tease her by telling her there is another man watching.

“He has the biggest cock you have ever seen and he wants you to suck it for him.”

“That’s one of my long held fantasies, a second man. I would really enjoy that.”

“Your birthday in a few weeks baby. Would you like me to organize another man for your pleasure?”

“Why not? As long as he is around thirty, a visual turn on for me, and well hung.

“If I make it happen can I watch? I have just the man in mind for you, or maybe us. Raf and I used to go to the same gym. He used to love flaunting himself.”

“Would you really like to watch?” she teases.

“You have waited a long time for this baby,” I tell Francoise on the day. “Another man is going to give you your long-time fantasy. You can suck his huge cock while I watch after he licks you to orgasm.”

When Raf arrives Francoise is standing in front of a large mirror, with beautiful, relaxing choral music playing.

She is standing very confidently with her legs apart, naked except for high heels, a crotch-less almost non-existent g-string and her favorite perfume with her hands on her hips.

“Hello Raf, I am to pleasure and be pleasured. Are you excited to meet me?” Francoise teases as she helps him undress very quickly.

Loafers, shirt and trousers, no underwear and his already erect cock is even bigger than I remember.

He obviously is excited to meet Francoise as she smiles, “Love your cock, magnificent.

“And I love your ass, can I kiss and lick it?”

Almost instantly he is kneeling behind her with his hands on her hips while he kisses and licks her ass cheeks.

Francoise’ high heels and g-string accentuate her ass cheeks as he alternates from one side to the other.

“I find that very exciting, watching another man kiss your ass baby. I am envious, When I first met you I was attracted by your gorgeous ass.

“I made a pact to myself that I would kiss it after I had you for the first time. And I did! Now I am watching another man kiss your ass as fore-play.”

Raf takes his hands off her hips, the only contact he has now is his lips and tongue on her ass.

“Kiss me while he is licking my ass baby,” Sarah tells me as I readily comply and we passionately tongue kiss.

“I want to bring you to orgasm while I lick and kiss your ass. Would you like that Francoise?,” Raf asks.

He moves one arm between her legs, and I watch as he teases her vagina with the tip of one finger while he keeps licking and kissing her ass cheeks.

“Like that Francoise? I can stop if you want me to. You are very accommodating and very wet on my finger. I want to make your body sing.”

To tease Francoise he stops. Instead he teases her nipples with the tips of two fingers while still kissing her ass.

I watch as her nipples react immediately.

“Which do you prefer,” Raf asks rhetorically as he teases her nipples with one finger and teases her clit from the front with the other hand, while still licking and kissing her ass cheeks

“I am very turned on watching another man pleasure you baby. Watching Raf kissing and licking your gorgeous ass cheeks has given me a roaring erection.”

“I want to bite your ass cheeks, I am your pleasure machine Francoise,” Raf mutters as he looks up and sees me naked toying with my erection.

I fantasize what Raf might do with it for my pleasure with Francoise watching.

But first I want him to pleasure Francoise, take her over the edge.

Now he is teasing the full length of her cunt lips with one finger. Teasing, teasing, ever so slowly in sync with the music

“Your man told me you like being teased. Is this what you had in mind? Is this what you meant?” he asks in between kissing and licking her ass cheeks.

Francoise breathing is getting heavier.

“I can feel you tensing. I want to bite your ass,” Raf tells Francoise. “Hard enough to leave an impression and heighten your orgasm. Anything to give you special pleasure and receive it back in turn.”

The music is moving to a crescendo and so is Francoise as I watch Raf bite her ass hard enough for Francoise to groan, “Wow that hurts, but I like it.

“You are a brilliant performer Raf, fucking brilliant,” Francoise is almost screaming as he has her laying at forty-five degrees on the couch, lifting her with his hands under her ass as he teases and licks her cunt lips and clit with his tongue.

I can sense and feel the sexual tension and expectation from both of them now as I watch him dig his fingernails into Francoise ass cheeks as she gasps and moans with pleasure.

Her breathing is very heavy and her face contorted as she moans, shakes and shudders with a long orgasm.

“My turn to please and pleasure you now Raf. I want to blow you while my man watches. Look at the way he is playing with his erection. Not as long as you but thicker,” she tells both men as she feels the weight of Raf’s cock in her hand.

Raf is eying me very intently. “I always fantasized about you at the gym. I have always wanted to blow your cock, how about today?” he asks soto voice.

Francoise is carefully positioning Raf in a chair so she can kneel in front of him and suck his throbbing erection.

“This was your idea baby, so watch and enjoy my birthday present,” she smirks as she points his cock vertically with one hand as she licks his balls, then all along his cock.

I am feeling a mixture of jealousy, envy, sexual pleasure and pure lust as my lady takes his hands so their only other contact is her lips on his cock.

My cock is rock hard and begging for relief as I tease it with my finger tips, very turned on by watching Francoise blow a longer cock than mine.

She takes just a one or two inches of his erection between her lips then teases by releasing and starting again.

I am so turned on from teasing my cock while Raf licks Francoise that I start masturbating to bring relief.

Francoise is so busy with Raf’s erection that she is unaware of what I am doing while I watch her increase her tempo on his erection.

Raf has a huge smile on his face as he enjoys watching his erection slide in and out of Francoise lips. He is also watching me masturbate as he groans over and over, “So good, so fucking good, so good.”

He beckons me over to him, “I want you now, right now,” so loudly that Francoise looks up in surprise as he has my balls in his hand and guides my erection between his lips.

“Wow, awesome a real three-way,” Francoise murmurs, “This really is something special. You knew this would happen didn’t you?”

“You love being licked Francois, you should try another woman, a woman understands those nuances that a man ever could,” I tell her a few days later as she nears orgasm while I lick along her cunt lips.

“I would love to watch another woman pleasure you. Lots of women would love to pleasure you.”

In the afterglow of four orgasms on my tongue she is sitting on my cock while I sit in a chair cupping her glorious ass cheeks while we experience tantric sex and kiss with the tips of our tongues,

Francoise confides in me, “You have asked me before if I am bisexual and I told you definitely not. Though when I watched those lesbian video clips with you I might just be tempted. Those blond porn stars were really getting off on each other and seducing each other. The way they tongue kissed for ages first while naked really got me interested. That was after you showed me clips of them with men. They were most definitely bisexual. And it made me wet.

“You are stimulating the bi-curious in me, especially after I watched another man blow you. Do you have anyone in mind? What would be the scenario? Would you like to masturbate while you watch another woman pleasure me?

“I would like to watch a dominating woman lick you, then she could sit on your face while you licked her.

“I really am warming to the idea, it could be very exciting,” she smiles thirty minutes later as we orgasm together.

A few weeks later we are in the honeymoon suite of five-star hotel. Mirror decoration on all the walls of the bedroom, including the ceiling and even the living area.

“Happy birthday Francoise, today I have a new experience for you, I want to watch while you expand your sexual horizons. As far as I know you have never had a lesbian experience. Are you excited at the idea?”

“I am but I don’t know what you have organized for me, or is it us?”

“Monique is a Spanish lady who comes into my business, she has often said she fancies you. From what she told me she is very seriously bisexual, a bit older than us though.

“I organized a contra deal for her to be here today. That must be her now,” I tell Francoise as I open the door.

Monique looks stunning, high heels, terrific suntan, long brunette hair and a obviously a very voluptuous size 12 body under her short, tight dress.

“Happy birthday Francoise, you do know why am here? I want to pleasure you like you have never been pleasured before.

“Let me undress you. Not much to take off is there, just your silk dressing gown. Love your body, and the way you shave is awesome.

“Now undress me. I like your man watching, I love an audience, he can undress for us as well.”

Monique has an all over suntan, fabulous legs with very well formed thighs and large very firm tits and the most sensational, breathtaking, big and very firm ass I have ever seen hanging out of a tiny white g-string.

“Take it off for me Francoise and kiss my ass.”

Francoise has it off in a flash and I watch as she is obviously enjoying kissing her ass while Monique wiggles it as she cups it with her hands and digs her nails in while I ogle her closely shaved cunt in a mirror.

Monique turns around and lightly forces Francoise to stand upright against a wall mirror. They have their hands all over each other and are tongue kissing and teasing each others nipples like there is no tomorrow.

I have a roaring erection from watching, especially the turn on from Monique’s sensational big, and very firm ass.

After what must be five minutes Monique sits Francoise on the couch and kneels in front of her, opens her legs and resumes tongue kissing her.

I can barely keep my eyes off her ass as she licks Francoise nipples, each in turn, then licks her way down her stomach to just above her cunt lips.

“You are a very exciting lady, and I can see your man is enjoying us,” Francoise murmurs.

“And you Monique, I am very wet for you.”

Less than a minute after Monique’s lips and tongue make contact with Francoise cunt lips she is almost screaming with pleasure as she tenses, shudders and orgasms as I have never seen her do previously.

As Francoise nears her fourth orgasm I kneel on the couch so I can lick her nipples and tongue kiss her while Monique is flicking her tongue along her cunt lips.

I also take the opportunity to run a hand over Monique’s ass.

“That is so fucking good baby, I owe you. I should have tried this long ago.

“I am going to squirt, so fucking good, watch me squirt, so fucking good,” she is almost screaming as Monique and I watch in awe.

“Never ever seen you squirt like that before,” I tell her as I wipe her with a warm wet towel.

“Stay where you are but lay back, your turn to please me,” Monique tells Francoise as she positions herself so her cunt lips are directly above her lips.

I watch in awe as Monique rotates her big ass as my lover licks her with her arms wrapped around her thighs to heighten their mutual pleasure.

Monique is looking sideways at me, “Huge erection baby, can I have it later? Like my ass? Want it later?”

“Not sure that I can hold out for later.

“You have the most sensational big and very firm ass I have ever seen, it gave me an instant erection,” I mutter as I grasp her ass cheeks in my hands as I kneel between Francoise legs and lick her very wet cunt.

“Like that baby? Double pleasure for you,” I whisper to Francoise as she makes purring noises.

“Your lady is very good. Are you sure she hasn’t done this before?

“Like my ass? Want it later?” Monique asks again as I ogle it while licking Francoise.

“Tell me, I need to know.”

“Yes I do, very much, magnificent, but not sure that I can hold out any longer,” I groan as slide my throbbing erection into Francoise and position myself so I can kiss Monique’s brilliant ass while Francoise is licking her.

Almost immediately I have a huge shuddering orgasm.

“I still owe you,” Monique tells us in the afterglow as we wind down in the combination sauna and shower. Your contra deal was very generous. We have unfinished business.”

Monique and Francoise have their hands all over each other again like teenagers as they tongue kiss.

“Would you like to watch your man lick me to orgasm as part of your birthday celebration?

“I could lick you and pleasure you at the same time.

“Then I could lick you Francoise while your man has my ass.

“Perhaps you would like to watch me squirt? I enjoy squirting for an audience,” she teases as she moves and sits opposite us.

I can see that she has piqued Francoise interest, and mine especially.

Monique’s facial expression confirms she is very much enjoying the moment as we watch her tease her cunt lips with the tips of her index fingers as she holds our gaze.

“You two have really turned me on today. I want to make this a very memorable birthday for you.

“Come and tongue kiss me Francoise, and watch what my fingers are doing if you can.

“Like watching your lady tongue kissing me while I am teasing myself to a squirt orgasm? Your erection tells me you do.

“So good baby, so good, I am close, so close, watch me squirt, love you watching, watch me,” and we do as she tenses, groans and squirts a huge stream for what must be three feet over the sauna floor.

“Wow, you really are something,” Francoise whispers to her as they continue tongue kissing.

We both watch her shower and I smile with pleasure and anticipation as Monique invites Francoise into the shower with her.

“Wash my big ass for me, your man wants it, and he can have it shortly. I can see he is very turned on watching you wash me.

“Are you okay with that?

“After we dry off I want you to lay on the bed on your back with your legs open.

“Then I want to watch your man lick your nipples while you watch in the ceiling mirror.

“Then I want to lay between your legs and lick you to new highs of pleasure while he is licking your nipples. Double pleasure for you, and you can watch and enjoy my big ass in the ceiling mirror.

“And after two orgasms on my tongue I want your man to lick and kiss my ass while you watch in the ceiling mirror, while I am still licking you.

“And I want him to fuck me from behind while I am still licking you.”

Her ass really is magnificent I muse as I fondle, lick and kiss her ass cheeks. She can’t speak as she is busy licking Francoise but I can hear her purring with pleasure as she supports herself on her elbows and knees.

“Wow, that really is something. I am watching my man fucking your sensational big ass while you are licking me to new pleasures,” Francois groans.

“Don’t stop, the noise as he slaps into you is magic.”

“Glad you like it, fuck me even harder and make more noise,” Monique moans in a guttural voice.

“Harder baby, fuck me harder, harder.

“Cum with me baby, cum, cum, cum.

“Now, now, now,” and three of us did simultaneously.

In the afterglow all three of us agreed our afternoon would be very hard act to follow.

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Read the first one first. This is part 2.

I leave the room to get myself cleaned up. I shower and brush my teeth. I return to find you still sleeping, curled up in a ball because of the cold. I pull the covers up and over your body; I don’t want my pet to be cold. Then I have a better idea on how to keep you warm. I strip down naked out of my black pants and white shirt and slide in behind you. Your wrist is slightly above your head from the handcuff. I think to unlock you but decide otherwise. I form my body to yours and slowly fall asleep.
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I wake up with you on top, glowering at me. I must’ve forgotten to put the blade away because now you have it at my throat. At least I didn’t forget to do that with the key. I smile and put my hands behind my head, completely relaxed.
“And what are you planning on doing with that, my pet?” I laugh. Your face screws up into pure rage.
“I’m going to kill you and get out of here!” you yell while pushing the blade harder against my throat. I can feel the blood in my vein push against the steel. I laugh again.
“But where is here? And what about the key for your handcuff, pet?” I emphasize the final word. You lean your face into mine while pushing on the blade harder. I feel a pop as it splits my skin and the warmth of the blood run down my neck.
You look down in shock and I take the opportunity. I grab your wrist with the knife still at my throat and roll you over. I force your elbow back and now have the blade at your throat. I stare into your eyes until you look away, defeated.
“You’re not a murderer. You don’t’ have it in you pet.” Again, that word you hate.
“Besides, I’ll let you go when I’m done with you.” I look over and see a little tear trickle down your smooth face.
“But not until I’M done with YOU.”
I leave the room in haste, not stopping to put my clothes back on, so I don’t take you then and there. Your discouraging look is intoxicating me along with your beautiful body. I take another shower to try to cool off but the beads of water running down my body serve the opposite affect. I have to have you
I walk back in to find you sitting on the bed with your left hand still pulled up. Your back is towards me. You turn around as you hear me enter, the dripping of the water from my body a slight plinking sound on the floor. You whip around quickly to face me a scowl on your face and the knife in your hand again.
“Don’t come near me or I’ll kill you!” you shout. How interesting.
I take three more steps and cross the remainder of the room and am at the side of the bed. You slash the blade towards me, barely missing my neck as I dodge. I guess you were serious. I smile. I love it when my pet wants to play.
“I mean it! I’m warning you.” Your voice cracks as I move in closer, crawling across the bed on my hands and knees, water still dripping from my hair.
You take another slash but this time you get my cheek. The crimson line starts to ooze blood and dribble down my face. You look mortified but are more confident now that you know you can do it. You thrust the knife at me again and again, the whole time I’m smiling at you and getting hotter. My pussy throbs. One last thrust and you sink the knife into my shoulder. I yell in pain and back away, holding my shoulder and turning away. You reel back to the opposite end of the bed and stare at me, waiting for my reaction.
I drop my hand and toss my head back, my wet hair slapping the back of my neck and spraying water. I slowly turn to you with a smile on my face.
“Good shot my pet,” I chuckle,” but you missed.” I walk back to the bed and move swiftly to you. I grab you up with my good arm and crush your mouth against mine.
“You just made this a lot more interesting,” I say as I pull you into me harder.
You’re terrified, all thoughts of escape gone. I push you back onto the bed roughly and watch your body bounce. Your breasts are big enough to slap you in the face. I cover you with my body and grab you hard with both hands. With my shoulder screaming and bleeding down my chest, I lay on you and attack your body. I bite your breasts leaving big welts and black spots where the blood almost comes through your skin. I ignore your screams of pain and continue to ravage your body.
I reach down with my hand a shove two fingers into you and start to pump ferociously, not letting you get used to being stretched. So blinded by lust I don’t even know if you’re wet. I push harder and faster. I slip in a third finger and then a fourth. You scream in fear and pain, begging me to stop.
“I’m going to stretch your pussy and fist fuck you!” I growl. I’m so lost in my lust I don’t notice the tears streaming down your face.
I shove my hand into your pussy and start pumping, your walls contracting around my hand. I put my lips on your clit and lick in time with my pumping. You start to shake. You try to control yourself and not like what is happening to you but your body loves it and wants more. I pull all the way out of your pussy and ram back in again and again. You’re pussy is so wet and stretched that I can now twist my hand inside of you. You’re right hand is holding onto the chain of your left hand’s handcuff, trying to pull away.
Even with the knife in my shoulder I still have a strong grip on your waist and you can’t get away. I pull my hand out of your pussy just before you climax and sit back, letting you go completely. I grab my shoulder in pain. The effort of fucking you was too much. I move to you with rage on my face. You pull back in fear and try to close your legs. I pull you on top of me with my good arm as I lay down.
“Eat me!” I scream at you as I push your head to my waiting pussy.
“I don’t know how,” you sob, still humiliated and in shock from my fist fucking.
I get a handle on myself and smile at you tenderly.
“Just do what I did to you, pet” still managing to slip that word in.
You reluctantly lower your head onto my pussy. I can feel your breath and can see your sides heaving with anxiety. I reach down with my good arm and stroke your hair. You start to lick my pussy. Such an amateur, I laugh to myself. You keep licking and licking, not sure if you’re doing it right I half way close my eyes and moan a fake moan, trying to boost your confidence. It seems to work. You start to lick more purposefully now, running your tongue up my wet pussy and around my clit.
“Oooh…like that,” I encourage you.
You keep lapping up my juices as they start to flow from pussy. I’m getting close. I pull your head in harder against my pussy and you go faster. Moans are escaping my lips as I start to shake. I feel the blood pulsing from my stab wound which still has the knife in it. I get an idea.
“When I tell you to, my pet, I want you to pull the knife out of my shoulder. Then I want you to stop the bleeding and keep it clean.” I close my eyes again not waiting for your response.
You start licking again and have started to nibble my clit. My body is so hot. The ecstasy of you fucking me and the adrenaline from the knife wound sends me over the edge.
“Now!” I tell you and you wrench it from my shoulder. I scream as orgasm and pain melt together in pleasure. The last thing I see is your face above me with tears in your eyes, the knife in your hand. I reach out and touch your face and smile.
And then, blackness…….

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Emi makes a Pact with the Devil to deal with her bullies, but she has no idea where this road will lead her!

The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter One: Revenge

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 – Yoshida Emi – Osaka, Japan

My body trembled as I walked past the gates of Yamamura High School. Kaori, Yumi, and Hana would be waiting. I didn’t have the money. They were going to hurt me.

I clutched my hand to the white blouse of my school uniform, my fingers brushing the red tie dangling down the pristine top. Why did they bully me? What did I ever do to them? Other students strode by, happy and carefree. None of them had to be afraid of Kaori and her gang.

Only me.

I wanted to stay home sick again, but my mother didn’t believe me. “You were sick yesterday. You need to go to classes,” she declared, glaring at me, her hands on her hips, her black hair twisted into a bun. “Now, Emi-chan.”

“Yes, Mother,” I sighed, tears almost brimming in my dark eyes.

I forced myself to walk. The bell would ring. I didn’t want to be tardy on top of being tormented. I crossed the courtyard, my shoulders hunched. I pushed back a lock of my long, black hair out of my eyes as I scanned for my bullies.

No sign of them.

I entered the school, removed my shoes and put them in my cubby where my slippers waited. Along with a note.

You skipped school. Are you trying to avoid your debts? Kinimoto is not happy. You owe us another 5000¥.

Tanadashi

I swallowed. Kinimoto Kaori wanted more money. They already demanded 10,000¥. All I could scrape up was 7000¥. How was I going to get another 8000¥? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I pulled on my pink slippers, the note crumbling in my hand.

What was going to happen to me today?

I walked up to my classroom, 1-C, and took my seat in the back. I trembled in fear as Takahashi-sempai, my homeroom teacher, taught Japanese literature. I hunched my shoulders, trying not to be noticed as my mind whirled in fear.

I barely noticed when Chie-sempai arrived to teach us math. I dreaded lunch break. My body grew tense, my skin tightening, strangling my breath as the minutes ticked by. Next was history, and Uesagi-sempai’s lesson barely registered on my mind.

The bell rang. Lunch.

I stayed in my seat as my classmates filed out, eager to get to the cafeteria. My own lunch was packed in my bag. But I couldn’t eat. My stomach was twisted into knots.

“There you are,” purred Tanadashi Yumi, standing in the doorway of the classroom. “Why are you sitting in here alone, Yoshida-san?”

She sounded so innocent.

“Why don’t you come eat with us today.” Yumi’s sweet voice hid the venom of her words.

“Yes, sempai,” I whispered to the older girl.

I had no choice. I stood up, grabbing my bag and trailing after the bully. Her black hair fell in a pleated braid down her back, reaching to her gray skirt. I wiped my sweaty palms on my own, matching skirt as we walked to the stairs that led to the roof.

“You found her,” giggled Kishima Hana, a haughty smile on her plump lips. Her narrow face was framed by short, black hair, her red tie loose and her blouse untucked from her gray skirt. “Kaori-tan is so looking forward to speaking to her.”

She put an arm around my neck, pulling me close like we were lovers. I shuddered, my olive cheeks burning with a blush.

“I hope you have the money,” Hana purred. “Otherwise your apology better be very satisfying.”

Yumi giggled as she opened the door to the stairwell. “Kaori is very hard to satisfy. But I bet her pretty mouth can do it.”

What were they talking about?

Our feet echoed as we climbed up to the roof. My trembles grew worse. Maybe they’ll be satisfied with the 7000¥?

Kinimoto Kaori waited atop the flat roof, leaning against the fence that encircled it. I flinched as the roof door was locked behind us, and Yumi slipped a key into her skirt pocket. Kaori’s round face was framed by her bleached-blonde hair, a predatory smile crossing her red lips. She was dressed in the same school uniform as the rest of us with loose, knee-high socks cladding her light-olive legs.

“I missed you yesterday, Emi-tan,” purred Kaori. “I’m so happy you are well today.”

“But it was such an inconvenience,” Hana added. “We were counting on the money.”

“But that’s why you’re going to pay us more,” Kaori continued. “Restitution for the inconvenience you caused.”

“I am humbly sorry that my illness inconvenienced you,” I whispered, bowing low. “Please accept my abject apology as restitution.”

“I’m afraid apologies are just not enough,” laughed Kaori. “But I’m not heartless. You can bring the extra 5000¥ tomorrow.”

I swallowed. “I…I wasn’t able to get the 10,000¥. I…I don’t have that much. I only had 7000¥” I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled out the envelope. “Please accept this payment and my apologies, Kinimoto-sempai.”

Kaori’s face went still.

“How dare you insult Kaori-tan,” Yumi gasped. “After her gracious generosity, you spit in her face.”

“You wound me, Emi-tan.” Kaori’s smile grew, a hunger in her arms. “If you cannot pay with money, then you’ll have to pay in other ways.” She strode forward, stopping before my trembling body. Her finger stroked my cheek. “You have pretty lips.”

“Plump and succulent,” agreed Hana.

A wave of fear went through me. Were they going to cut off my lips? Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I…I can get…the money…” I sobbed. “Please…don’t…hurt me…”

“Emi-tan,” Kaori smiled, “I won’t hurt you if you please me.”

Hana and Yumi grabbed my shoulders, the older girls pushing me down to my knees. The cement roof rasped at my smooth skin; I winced in pain. Kaori smiled at me, her hands lifting up her skirt. My eyes widened. She wore no panties. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and anointed with her glistening passion.

“What?” I gasped. “You can’t…I’m not a lesbian…”

“You are now,” purred Kaori. “To pay your debt, you have to lick our pussies. Every time will count for 500¥. That’s how little your mouth is worth. But don’t worry. We’ll give you plenty of chances to work off your debt.”

Kaori’s hands seized my black hair, pulling my mouth into her pussy. I squirmed, trying to pull away as her hot flesh pushed on my lips. Her hand had a tight grip on my locks, pain flaring in my scalp as I fought.

“Lick, Emi-tan,” she purred. “Or Hana-tan will hurt you.”

“And I don’t want to do that,” laughed Hana. “You have such a pretty body, Yoshida-san. I would hate to mar it.”

“Liar, you’ll love it,” laughed Yumi. “I remember how much fun you had cutting Reina.”

I shuddered at Hana’s cold laughter. My tongue licked out, sliding through Kaori’s pussy. Her spicy, salty juices covered my tongue. I blanched at the taste, hating that Kaori forced me to please her. I licked again, my tongue sliding through her folds.

“That’s it, little Emi-tan. Lick my pussy. Umm, you love it. You’re a lesbian now.”

“Emi-tan the pussy-licker,” taunted Hana.

“Lick Kaori-tan’s pussy. She needs to be satisfied. Repay her mercy with your tongue.”

I licked again and again, my insides boiling in shame and rage. I hated these girls. If I had the strength, I would beat them, kill them. If only I wasn’t a coward. Kaori’s hips shifted, smearing her hot pussy across my lips. The juices ran down my chin, my tongue forced to feast on her.

Kaori moaned, savoring the pleasure of humiliating me. She gripped my hair, guiding where I licked, moving my mouth up to her budding clit. She purred in delight as I latched on and pleased her. The passion of her voice rose.

“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Wiggle your tongue in deep.”

I obeyed her, squeezing my thighs together. My own pussy grew an itch. A humiliating flush of shame passed through me. My panties grew damp as my tongue whipped faster and faster through her folds, sliding deep into her pussy.

Hands seized my hips, lifting me up so I knelt like a dog. They hiked my skirt and yanked down my panties. Alarm filled me as fingers touched my petals. I tried to pull away from Kaori’s pussy, but the bully had a firm grip.

“She has a cherry,” Hana laughed. “And the dyke’s growing wet.”

“Do you like licking my pussy, Emi-tan?” giggled Kaori. “Because you’re tongue feels so good. Umm, keep doing that. I’m going to cum so hard.”

I kept licking and it wasn’t long before Kaori let out a shriek, her pussy flooding my lips with more of her disgusting juices. I swallowed them to keep from drowning. Her hips bucked, smearing her flesh across my mouth and nose. Every breath I took was filled with her scent.

Then she released me. “The little slut made me cum so hard.”

“You pleased her,” Yumi giggled. “I guess Hana doesn’t get to cut you.”

“Pity,” Hana sighed. “Well, at least she’s going to make me cum.”

Tears running down my cheek, Hana yanked my hair and pulled my face into her hairy pussy. I munched, hating her tart flavor. Yumi and Kaori giggled behind me. I couldn’t see anything buried beneath Hana’s skirt.

“Oh, Kaori. You’re going to rip her open with that monster,” laughed Hana. “I can’t wait to feel her scream on my cunt.”

“What?” I gasped.

“I’m going to make you a woman,” laughed Kaori. “Let her see, Hana.”

Hana pulled my head away from her pussy. Kaori had taken off her skirt and strapped a thick, black dildo to her groin. “No!” I gasped. “No, please! I need to be a virgin!”

“She’s right, no one will marry a whore,” giggled Yumi.

“Especially not a lesbian whore,” laughed Kaori. “Yumi-tan, get your phone out. Let’s record this happy day for Emi-tan.”

“Please, no!” I sobbed.

Hana pulled my face back into her pussy. Kaori smacked my ass as I licked and sobbed. The end of the dildo touched my wet pussy. I screamed into Hana’s pussy as the fake cock broke my maidenhead and invaded me.

The pain was intense. I shuddered and sobbed. Kaori pumped hard in and out of me, moaning for joy. Why was this happening to me? What did I ever do to make these girls hate me? I wish I was L and had the Deathnote like in the anime. There wouldn’t be any bullies in the world if I had the power of Justice.

I’d just write their names in my notebook and their terrible lives would be over.

The pain receded in my pussy, and to my horror, pleasure replaced it. My pussy was enjoying the assault. Was I a lesbian? Did I want to be treated this way? Kaori’s strokes ignited a fire in me. It felt better than masturbation.

My orgasm exploded through me.

I moaned into Hana’s pussy, my sheath convulsing about the terrible dildo spearing into me.

Kaori laughed, smacking my ass. “The slut just came.”

“What a whore Emi-tan is,” giggled Hana. “Oh, yes! She’s moaning like a ghost into my pussy. Oh, yes! Drink my juices, lesbian whore!”

“Drink her down, Yoshida-san,” moaned Yumi. “I’m so hot. I can’t wait to feel your lips on my pussy.”

Kaori moaned, slamming the dildo deep into my orgasming sheath. I couldn’t believe my body betrayed me. Part of me enjoyed this. I was such a whore. I hated these girls. I wished them dead. I bent every ounce of strength into my desire for Justice.

But they didn’t die.

Hana fucked me with the dildo while I ate out Yumi. I came a second time.

They left me on the roof, sobbing, my face smeared in juices. I didn’t move. I spent the rest of the school day up there. I stared up at the blue sky, hating my life. If I wasn’t such a coward, I would kill myself and end this torment. I looked at the fence surrounding the roof. All I had to do was climb it. The school was three stories. I would probably die when I hit the ground. I stood up, walking to the chainlink fence. I stuck my fingers through the links. Freedom was on the other side.

But I didn’t have the strength to seize it.

The bell rang. School was over.

I walked home and took a shower. I had to scrub myself clean. I was filthy. Those girls despoiled me. I sobbed in the shower, the warm water turning cold. I shivered beneath the spray. I didn’t care. I needed to be clean.

My mother knocking on the door spurred me to leave. She would only ask questions and I didn’t want to deal with her. I locked myself in my room and turned on my computer. I began to search the internet for some curse, some spell, some way to grant my wish and get my vengeance on my bullies.

On an English website called Unearthed Arcana I came across a post. I could sell my soul to the Devil for wishes. Dozens of people had posted claiming they had done the same. I giggled when I read through the ritual. It was easy. I just needed a steak and wait for dawn.

I stayed up all night, filching a steak out of the kitchen while my mother slept. I lit the small grill we had on our back patio of our apartment. When the first rays of dawn splashed on the horizon, I threw the steak on the grill. The meat sizzled.

“The Shining One, Son of the Morning,” I chanted in English, my tongue stumbling over words. “I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that she may beg three favors from you!”

The smoke curled into the air. I waited, looking at the rising sun, hoping something would happen.

“Hello, Yoshida-san,” A voice said behind me.

I whirled. A man dressed in a black kimono stared at me, a friendly smile across his dark face. I trembled before the Devil. He was a powerful kami, radiating a nimbus of light. I fell to my knees, bowing in reverence before the spirit I had conjured.

“What wishes can I grant you, Yoshida-san?” he asked. For a gaijin spirit, he spoke perfect Japanese.

“I have only one wish, Devil-sama,” I said, looking up at him. “If I write the name of a person in my notebook, I want them to die. Like in the anime Deathnote. Grant me that wish, and my soul is yours.”

I would have my vengeance on Kaori and her bullies. They would all pay for what they did.

“Only one wish?” he asked. “Are you sure?”

“There is nothing else I need but Justice,” I hissed. “I will bring it to the world. With my pen, I will right all the wrongs.”

“I can grant this wish with one addendum.”

I frowned. “What?”

“There are two people your power will not touch: Mark and Mary Glassner.”

I had a vague recollection of some new cult in America worshiping the Living Gods. “Fine. I do not care about them. I only care about…” …my revenge… “…bringing Justice to my high school.”

A smile crossed the Devil’s lips.

“Then we have a Pact.” Scarlet light flashed and a contract appeared, yellow smoke curling away. I wrinkled my nose at the rotten scent. “Read it over, then sign at the bottom.”

“Sign with what,” I asked, taking the contract.

He produced a pen and pricked my thumb. A contract signed in my own blood. I looked over, reading the Kanji. It was very straightforward. I signed my name in sweeping, crimson calligraphy at the bottom. Then the Devil signed his.

Then he vanished into the shadows.

I smiled, standing up. I felt so free. My soul was his. I didn’t need to worry about maintaining a cosmic balance, I knew what my fate would be. I pulled out a notebook and a red pen. I wrote all but the last character of Kaori, Hana, and Yumi’s names into my notebook. Once I wrote their final character, they would die.

But not yet. I wanted them to know my anger first.

I wasn’t scared as I walked to school this morning. I strolled with confidence. Justice would be delivered today. My back was straight as I marched into my school. I no longer had any fear. I had changed today. The Devil had made me into a new woman. The embodiment of justice.

“Well there’s my favorite lily,” Hana laughed as I walked in. I didn’t mind her insult as the other girls giggled around me. “I can smell their sweet scent on you. Have you been sniffing many lilies lately.”

The scent of lilies was slang for a lesbian. I stared at Hana. “I curse you with Shinigami’s baleful gaze. He will strike you down within the hour for the torment you heaped upon me.”

Hana threw back her head and laughed hard. “Do you think I’m afraid of your little curse? How can I be afraid of you after the way you defiled yourself yesterday?” She whipped out her phone. “Look at the dyke.”

The video of my humiliation played. I didn’t care. I smiled at Hana, a deadly smirk, my notebook clutched to my breasts. Everyone laughed at me. The girls hurtled insults at me, jeering as they reveled in my delight.

They would all learn.

I slipped on my slippers and strode past them, disappearing into the bathroom.

“She’s going to go and cry,” Hana laughed. “Maybe I should go in there and offer her my comfort. She enjoyed it yesterday. Look at Emi-tan savoring my friendship.”

I sat on the bathroom stall and wrote the last character for Hana’s name.

The laughter turned to shrieks. I strode out of the bathroom, a wide smile on my lips. The girls all stared at me in horror. “She should have apologized to me,” I pronounced, not hiding my pleasure. I swept my gaze around them. “Justice has been swift. All of you should apologize.”

The fifteen or so girls were all stammering their apologizes when the teachers arrived. I had no fear. I was in the bathroom when Hana had died. Sure I had cursed her, but people didn’t really die of those. Classes were disrupted while the paramedics wheeled off Hana’s body. My classmates all stared at me with a fearful edge to their eyes.

Justice had been delivered to one bully.

I sought out Yumi during lunch. Her back grew stiff when she saw me. “I don’t know how you killed Hana,” she hissed at me, pushing me against the locker. “But after school, I’m going to beat you into a pulp.”

“Was she your lover?” I loudly asked. “Would you like to join her?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me, whore?”

“I call upon Shinigami to put his gaze of Justice upon your foul face. You are cursed, Tanahashi Yumi. You will be dead if you don’t grovel and beg for my mercy.”

Yumi spat in my face. “And you’ll be dead after school.”

She strode down the hall, the other girls giving me fearful looks.

I smiled at them. “I’m hungry. Who’s going to buy me lunch.”

“I…I will,” a fearful, trembling Ayane said, her hands stroking her gray skirt, smoothing it over and over. “I…I’ve always been nice to you, Emi-sama.”

Sama. Lord. I savored the respect true Justice brought.

I put my arm around her shoulders. “You have,” I whispered. “Come with me and you can show me how nice you really can be.”

Ayane trembled like a fawn as I led her into the restroom. My panties were soaked. Dispensing justice was…intoxicating. She didn’t resist as I led her into the stall. I stroked her face, leaning in to give her the sweetest kiss on the lips. For a moment she froze and my fingers tightened on her face, then she kissed me back, her tongue flicking.

I reached beneath my skirt, pulling down my panties. I sat on the toilet, spreading my legs. “Show me, Ayane-tan. Prove that you’re not like Hana and Yumi.”

“I’m not,” she swallowed, falling to her knees.

She shook as she pushed my skirt back, moistening her dry lips. She lowered her face down to my pussy and licked. She took a long sweep through my folds, her tongue stirring delight through me. I squirmed and moaned, shuddering as I humped my face against her hungry tongue.

I let out a moan, stroking her face as she showed me respect. Her eyes flashed up at me, glistening with fear. I shuddered, humping my face. The pleasure swelled quickly inside me. Her tongue parted my labia, exploring my folds.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Love me.”

My head lolled back, the pleasure surging like waves through me. My toes curled in my slippers. I moaned, my legs spasming. Her tongue grew more bold, swiping with more force through my folds. Her lips found my aching clit, sucking it between her lips.

“You are so wonderful, Ayane-tan,” I purred. “If you always love me, you will never have to fear my justice.”

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she moaned, licking harder, eager to please me.

I gripped her hair, bucking my hips as the heat swelled. I spasmed on the toilet. “Ayane-tan!” I groaned, my voice echoing through the bathroom. My thighs squeezed about her head as my pleasure burst through my body. “Yes, yes! Your worship is so pleasing!”

I collapsed back, letting go of her hair. Ayane leaned back, licking her lips. “Was that enough, Emi-sama? Or, do you need more…satisfaction?”

I smiled at her. “Go and buy me lunch. I’ll be there shortly.”

She nodded, licking her lips.

“And do not clean your face. I want you to be adorned with the scent of lilies.”

Her cheeks darkened. “Yes, Emi-sama.”

The movement she was out of the stall, I pulled my notebook from my bag and completed Yumi’s name. I shuddered, squeezing my thighs together as another orgasm trembled through me. Justice had been delivered once again.

There was panic in the cafeteria when I strode out. Yumi lay in the middle, staring up in sightless horror. My gaze swept the cafeteria, landing on Kaori. Her face paled and she trembled at her seat. The other girls all stared at me in fear, then they stared at Kaori.

“Please, Yoshida-san,” Kaori gasped, striding to me. She fell to her knees, then pressed her face to the floor at my feet. “Please, spare me your curse. I am humbly sorry for my actions and any harm they may have caused you.”

The teachers arrived, calling for help, panic in their voices. Two students dead in one day.

“I’ll do anything for restitution,” sobbed Kaori. “I’ll give you money.”

I leaned down, pulling up her blonde hair so I could look into her tear stained face. “You need to come to my house and bring that strap-on. You are my toy now. You must work off all the mean things you have done to me. Only then will Justice spare you.”

“Of course,” she sobbed.

The teachers sent us home.

Kaori trailed after me.

I wasn’t going to be gentle. My mother wasn’t going to be home for hours. My pussy dripped with anticipation. Kaori trembled as she followed me into the house. I savored her fear. Justice was so sweet to deliver.

“Strip, worm,” I ordered.

She didn’t argue or complain. Her hands yanked off her red tie, throwing it to the floor. Her fingers fumbled with haste to undo her blouse. She slipped it off, her round breasts clad in a lacy, pink bra. She reached behind her, unclasping it and dropping it to the floor.

My hand shot out and pinched her nipple, my fingernails digging into her small nub.

“Please, Emi-sama,” she moaned, her knees buckling as I abused her nipple.

“Did I tell you to stop stripping?”

“No,” Kaori sobbed, tears streaming down her face as I twisted.

Her hands found the zipper to her skirt, yanking it down and dropping her gray skirt to the floor. She rolled down her slutty panties, exposing her shaved pussy. I could still feel that hot, disgusting cunt on my face.

Kaori had defiled me.

“Undress me,” I commanded.

“Yes, Emi-sama.” Her hands shook as she undress me. Her touch was light and gentle. She carefully folded my clothes, setting them on the couch. She knelt to remove my panties, her eyes locked on my pussy.

“Follow,” I ordered once I was naked, turning and striding to the bathroom.

Her feet padded after me.

“What are you going to do?” she whispered.

“Kneel in the tub,” I commanded, pointing and snapping my fingers.

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she sniffed, stepping in the tub and kneeling on the floor.

My pussy itched. I stepped in after her and grabbed her blonde hair. I pulled her face tight into my pussy, grinding my hot flesh against her lips. Her tongue dipped in. She didn’t hesitate to lick my pussy, the pleasure tickling through me.

But she needed to be really soiled.

“If you resist, I will curse you, worm,” I hissed, keeping her face tight against my pussy.

“Yes, Emi-sama. I understand.”

I relaxed my bladder. My piss streamed into her mouth. She gasped in surprise, choking and spluttering. I watched the urine squirt around her lips, running down her face, covering her in my filth. I groaned as I degraded her, my pussy growing hotter with every moment.

“Drink it down! You love my piss! That’s what you are. My piss-whore.”

Kaori didn’t answer, but she swallowed. Her fear of my righteous Justice made her drink my piss down like it was ambrosia. I humped my hips, the last of my pee squirting onto her face. And Kaori kept sucking and licking my twat.

I leaned against the shower, my orgasm swelling. I closed my eyes and let her tongue carry me away. “That’s it! Apologize with your mouth. This will be your life. So long as you please me, the curse shall not strike you down.”

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she panted, her mouth latching on my clit.

“Oh, yes! Stir me up!” My pleasure swelled, my orgasm growing. I moaned load as the pleasure burst through me, my juices squirting out and into her hungry mouth. Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling my pussy tighter, making sure I experienced as much pleasure as I could.

I panted when my orgasm passed, pushing her face away from my pussy.

“Did I please you?” she asked, trembling in the tub, piss leaking down her body.

“Fetch the strap-on,” I smiled. “You still have a lot to apologize for.”

She did. Kaori strapped it about my waist when she returned. Then she knelt before me, presenting her pussy to be fucked by the monstrous cock.

But I shoved it up her ass.

Her cries of pain were music to my ear. She sobbed and gasped, crying for mercy as I pounded her dry bowels. Every time I thrust into her, the dildo pressed on the edge of my clit. The pleasure swelled through me, her cries as sweet as the pressure on my clit.

I fucked her harder and harder, my fingernails biting into her hips as I pounded her. Kaori’s blonde hair flew about as she body shook in pain. I took my Justice out of her body as my orgasm raced through my body.

And I kept fucking her. I came and came, raking my fingernails down her back.

When I pulled the dildo out of her, she sobbed in a ball on the floor.

“Now you have tasted Justice,” I smiled. “Every day you’ll get to taste it. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“Y-yes, Emi-sama,” she sobbed.

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Friday, February 7th, 2014

The sound of breaking glass stirred me from my sleep.

I sat up in my bed, Ayane and Chisato on either side of me. They were two of my favorite slaves. The people of Osaka had quickly learned that my justice was to be obeyed. I wrote down the name of every politician, reporter, and police officer in my notebook thanks to some digging on the internet. They all had learned to keep quiet and let me dish out my Justice, or they would face it themselves.

The Wormwood Plague had made it easier.

The world had grown so strange. I remember watching Brandon Fitzsimmons almost take over America in the span of a weekend only to be undone by the Living Gods. Mark and Mary Glassner. The two beings I couldn’t kill. But they were in America. They were hardly a threat to my rule here in Osaka.

Not like the Samurai.

I needed to learn the name of the Samurai that was taking over central and northern Japan. He had far more power than I did. If he encroached farther south, I would have to be ready to dispense my Justice upon him.

I strained my ears, listening for more sounds that disturbed my sleep.

“Kaori,” I said. “Did you hear the sound of breaking glass?”

The slave stirred, uncurling from a ball at the foot of my bed. She was shaved bald , her nipples and clit pierced—that had been so much fun, she had screamed so much—and her body was striped with cane marks.

Ayane had been quite enthusiastic last night when she beat Kaori. Ayane wanted to keep pleasing me. My slaves knew if they didn’t keep pleasing me, the curse would fall on them. Ayane was a favorite, and I would hate to have to kill her like I did Mother.

“I didn’t, Emi-sama,” Kaori answered, trembling in fear as she cowered like a dog.

“Go check with the guards.” I had plenty of guards protecting my large house—it had used to belong to the Mayor. Many of my guards were former cops who now served me in fear of my curse.

Kaori walked to the bedroom door, reaching for the knob. It burst open, throwing the girl back. Men charged in dressed in black camouflage, weapons pointed around the room. My hand shot out for my notebook.

“I will curse you,” I screamed. “If you lay one finger on me, you and all your loved one shall perish. You would not be the first cops that fall victim to my Justice.”

The man laughed and said something in English. Fear clutched my heart. These weren’t Japanese police, but towering gaijin. I had no idea what their names were. My slaves all cried out in fear as the soldiers threw them to the floor.

A pair of strong hands seized me and slammed me to the floor. A boot pressed on the back of my neck.

“Who sent you?” I screamed in English. “Was it Omura? Does that spineless politician think he can attack me without consequences?”

A woman strode in, her skin dusky—a Hispanic. “The Living Gods sent us,” the woman purred. “You are the Warlock Emi Yoshida?”

I spat as I struggled to get up. But the gaijin were too strong.

The woman knelt down and pulled out a perfume bottle from her pocket. She sprayed me in the face and…I wanted to cooperate. I wanted to do whatever this nice lady told me to do.

She grinned. “Are you Emi Yoshida?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“And did you make a Pact with the Devil? If so, what did you wish for?”

“I did,” I proudly announced. “I wished for the power to bring Justice.”

“How?”

“If I write someone’s name down in my notebook, they die.”

“What?” Kaori gasped. “That stupid journal of yours is the key to my life?”

“What a vicious thing you are,” the woman said. “What do you think, Sergeant Millner?”

“I think we should put a bullet in her head, Desiree.”

Desiree nodded. “Emi Yoshida, I condemn you to death for violating the First Commandment of the Theocracy: you shall not make Pacts with Demons.”

“I brought Justice,” I protested.

A gun cracked.

Then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

The darkness gave way to fire.

I screamed as I burned before the Devil, connected to him by a fiery chain. One thought stayed in my mind as agony consumed me—Justice was worth this pain. If I was strong. I would one day dispense it again. That cunt who killed and her false gods Mark and Mary would face true Justice. I howled out my devotion to my principals, ringing louder than all the pitiful moans of the damned.

A single voice answered mine. A man. Another lover of Justice—Brandon Fitzsimmons.

To be continued…

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I am Kate, my man Lucas and I are holidaying in an exclusive five-star resort. We chose this resort because of it’s reputation for ‘special parties’ and adult entertainment.

We are both in our early forties with attractive bodies that appeal to both sexes, both with high sex drives and we do like to stretch our gender fluid sexual boundaries.

Our benchmark is fucking five times in a day. We agreed during this holiday to stretch our sexual boundaries, and work through some of the items on our bucket list without any jealousies getting in the way.

However, we agreed on one rule, no fucking with others, any sexual pleasure apart from fucking was acceptable and left lots of exciting options.

I get a real buzz when I tell my man, “Your turn on is my turn on,” and he tacitly smiles back.

On our first date a few years ago he took my fingers and slowly kissed them before putting them in his mouth. He was mimicking oral sex as he sucked, licked, and kissed them. All he said was, “Yes Kate,” as my imagination went wild.

An hour later we were fucking like rabbits. He was impressed with my legs and ass, while I was in awe of his thick, nine-inch erection.

“If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge tells us we check in to the resort.

My man and I do have special requirements, very special requirements. However we don’t want to embarrass ourselves by asking so early on our stay.

That night we were invited to a ‘special party’. Twelve couples, all around forty, close to our age. The women were very smartly dressed, all wearing killer heels and showing lots of skin. Mostly short skirts, though some had designer slacks to highlight their legs and ass. Lots of flirting.

At nine-thirty there was an announcement. “We are going to have an adult entertainment, if anyone isn’t comfortable with that, you are free to depart.”

No one departed and there was a huge frisson as we waited for the entertainment. One of the couples made their way to the stage holding hands as the curtain opened to show a lavish bedroom setting with a large bed, full length mirrors on the three walls and ceiling.

The ultimate aphrodisiac has to be watching another attractive couple fucking and enjoying each other. Even better if the man has a huge cock. They were magnificent.

She stood leaning against a wall mirror, legs wide apart as he licked and sucked her nipples then licked his way down to her her cunt lips.

Then she sucked his thick, rock hard erection before they fucked. And fucked, really fucked.

We couldn’t get back to our room fast enough after watching those two fucking.

The next morning we were soaking up the sun by the pool.

“Can we sun bake naked?”

“Of course, we told you, any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“What sexual fantasies are you harboring right now?,” I ask my man.

“Watching you flaunt your glorious naked ass for all these people.

A few moments later I had almost every ones attention as I strutted around the pool in my platform heels and a tiny white bikini, my ass naked apart from a tiny strap between my ass crack.

When I had completed my lap, I laid front down on my elbows with my legs apart as my man oiled my ass cheeks.

Full of self confidence, thirty minutes later I did another lap.

When I returned to my man another attractive couple introduced themselves.

“We are having a small party after the show tonight, would you like to join us? And your glorious ass is magnificent. My man and I want to have it.”

The same announcement at the party that night right on nine-thirty.

When the curtains rolled back a spotlight was focused on a thirty-year old very well built, completely naked, ebony man, standing legs akimbo with his back to the audience.

Gorgeous firm ass, I mused and I could sense all the other women and some of the men were thinking the same.

Then he turned side-on to the audience. “That must be eleven or twelve-inches,” my man whispered to me as we both gasped and admired his huge erection as he stroked it.

Then a small size ten, naked woman came on stage. The contrast in the size of their bodies adding to the frisson.

After he licked her all over she sucked his erection.

Huge sexual tension as he bent her over with her elbows resting on a table.

The tension increased as he slowly eased his erection into her, then slowly worked his full erection into her.

After the show the couple we met by the pool reminded us of their invitation and gave us the room number.

Twenty minutes later the man and his lady are side-by-side on their sofa.

They are both completely naked with three couples and us watching.

A ten-year younger man is licking her body while a similar age woman is sucking his erection.

“Double foreplay tonight baby, let’s go and make passionate love,” my man whispered as we left early.

“Remember, your turn on is my turn on, baby,” I whispered in my man’s ear just before we walked past reception on the third day.

“If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge asked as we had come to expect.

“Can you organize a bi-sex toy boy to satisfy both of us?,” Lucas asked with great aplomb, something we had discussed before we arrived at the resort.

“Of course. What would be a suitable time for you?”

“This afternoon at three.”

“If you have any special preferences you can mark them on this checklist,” the concierge smiles as Lucas ticks some boxes.

I love the sexual tension, anticipation, expectation and excitement of a new sexual partner, on this occasion a bi-sex male we have never met.

“What special preferences did you tick off, Lucas?,” I ask as we shower together to prepare.

“At least seven-inches, lick and suck my nipples, and a blow job after I watch him lick you to orgasm.”

The female concierge delivers James right on time. He is a good looking blond boy, with a toned body, around fifteen years younger than us.

“Can you satisfy both of us?,” I smirk as my man Lucas teases him by removing his unbuttoned shirt, all he was wearing, as the concierge and James stare at his very erect cock.

“If you have any other requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge smiles before she departs as she watches James strip naked for us.

We are both going to enjoy him, I muse as Lucas and I ogle his naked body and large, thick, already erect cock. Lucas wanted seven-inches, he must me more than that.

I am very aroused watching James licking and sucking my man’s nipples with a hand wrapped around his rock hard erection as I compare the size of their erections.

“Kate wants you to lick her cunt before you blow me,” my man mutters.

“I am hanging our for your blow job. Kate wants me to watch you make her cum before that. More than once.”

For the first time James is looking at me closely as I expose my naked body for him.

I am feeling very feminine as he licks and kisses my ass without any prompting.

A minute later I am resting against a table with one foot barely touching the floor, my other foot on a stool, my legs wide apart as my man is watching James licking my almost bald cunt lips.

He is good, incredibly good. I am soaking up the pleasure while I am ogling and comparing his erection to my man’s.

My man is softly tongue kissing me as he watches James expertly licking me with just the tip of his tongue.

“So good baby, I love you watching another man licking my cunt.”

Just as I am about to orgasm James wraps a hand around my man’s erection. Wonderful eye candy.

I am ready to orgasm again as I watch James sliding a hand along my man’s erection.

“Now you, your turn on is my turn on baby,” I tell Lucas after my third orgasm as I stand behind him and wrap my arms under his.

He is stroking his erection as James licks and sucks his nipples

I am tongue kissing him and teasing his nipples while James is licking his erection before he sucks his balls.

“Your big thick cock is a bonus turn on for me with your lady watching. Your man is huge,” James murmurs.

“Your turn on is my turn on baby, and right now I am very turned on,” I whisper as I watch James sliding his pursed lips along his erection.

“So good baby, so good,” my man is whispering as we kiss with the tips of our tongues as I watch James feasting on his erection.

James is adept at all the blow job techniques as we watch him performing for us. Licking, kissing, sucking, using his hands, edging, teasing, then slowing down and being gentle as my man begins to orgasm.

Then complements as runs a fingertip and thumb tip along it as he licks the tip of it. “Your thick, nine-inch cock is magnificent. Do you like your lady watching me pleasuring your cock?

“Are you ready to cum for me while she watches?,” he teases as he continues to edge him.

“Your turn on is my turn on baby, and right now I am very turned on. Do it for me, don’t hold back,” I whisper as we tongue kiss.

His body is shaking and trembling as James edges him as he slides his hand hand along his rock hard erection.

“I’m cumming, cumming,” he moans as James slides his fingertip and thumb tip along his erection as he licks the tip of it.

“So good, so fucking baby,” he whispers to me as we kiss assionately,

Another party that night with erotic entertainment, though we chose to have an early night after it.

We took a break the next day and night as we took in some sight seeing and refreshed our libidos.

“Remember, your turn on is my turn on, baby,” my man whispered in my ear just before we walked past reception on the fifth day.

“If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge smiled as we had come to expect.

“Can you organize a bi-sex woman to satisfy both of us?,” I asked with great aplomb, something we had discussed earlier.

“Of course. What would be a suitable time for you?”

“This afternoon at three.”

“If you have any special preferences you can mark them on this checklist,” the concierge smiles as Lucas watches me tick some boxes.

“What were your preferences?,” my man asks as we prepare for our bi-sex woman.

“Older than us, at least forty-five, thirty-six C cup size, very attractive for both of us and I want her to make me squirt while you watch.

“This is Jan, for your pleasure,” the female concierge smiles at three as she introduces her to us.

“I read your preferences very carefully, I am forty-nine, thirty-six C cup size. Do I meet your expectations?,” Jan asks as the concierge removes her short dress, leaving her naked apart from her heels.

She is a class act, super confident, beautifully spoken, very glamorous, sexy, attractive to men and women, a size 12 blond with bobbed hair and a good tight ass.

“Before you go, do you have time to tell me which of these outfits you like best?,” I ask the concierge.

“What I am wearing now?,” I tease, before I am down to just my skimpy black thong and heels as Lucas slides the zipper at the back of my very short black dress and it falls to my ankles,

“Or my second option, just my heels?,” I ask as I flaunt my almost naked body for them and slide my thong down to my ankles, while two women and my man watch.

“Almost every person in this resort has wanted to do that to you, including me, you really do have a glorious ass, magnificent,” Jan whispers as she is licking and kissing it with the concierge and my man watching.

“Enjoy Kate and Lucas,” the concierge smiles as she departs after staying long enough to watch Jan worshiping my ass then passionately kissing me.

I do love sex with an audience, this time a female and my man watching someone of the same sex giving me sexual pleasure.

And I do enjoy licking and sucking on a woman’s nipples with good tits. Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me.

“Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.”

“Help us live our our fantasies.

“I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. “That is so good, so fucking good,” I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine.

“And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.

Jan is very talented. I have been pleasured by women before, she is in a class of her own.

She is using her whole mouth, not just her tongue.

Licking, biting, and blowing on my inner thighs.

Delaying my pleasure, just a peck and breathing on my cunt, I am almost begging for her tongue.

Her tongue tip on my clit is sexual heaven.

Then along my wet cunt lips with her thumbs pulling either side of my lips.

“Did I tell you I am multi-orgasmic?,” I moan as I orgasm for the second time, then a third time.

“You wanted me to make you squirt while your man watches,” Jan teases as she curls a finger into a hook shape, then pulls towards me and straightens it. Then again and again. She is stimulating my g-spot. So good.

“One finger in you like this while I lick your cunt?

“Or two fingers in you like this while I lick your cunt?

“Watching your man masturbate while I am fucking you with my tongue is a bonus. He is hung, really hung and thick. Must be nine-inches.”

“Tell me what you want and like, Kate.”

“Two fingers while you lick my cunt.”

“Tell me again, Kate?”

“Two fingers in me while you lick my cunt as I watch my man masturbate,” I moan as my man blows and I squirt and squirt like I never, ever had before.

We have an option for another five days to go in this resort. And still lots of things on our bucket list to take care of.

I will continue my story soon.

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The following tells the story of a young sixteen year old girl named Annabelle, abducted by a deviant sexual sadist and his complacent wife. Which he could not bring himself to inflict upon his wife, to whom he loved and cherish greatly despite his perverse cravings. What will happen to Annabelle as her story unfolds, well for that let us get started at the beginning…

This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event. Some of the characters’ personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a dark story my mind created. Nothing More!!!!

Annabelle’s Introduction

The following tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle’s mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband’s death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle’s mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet charming personality, even when her own mother’ was beginning to spiral into depression. It would take a little over a year for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother’s growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn’s sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle’s body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body’s features irresistible to them. The soft beat of pop-music playing within her ears, had the young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older woman back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. “Oww!” Annabelle cried out as the woman’s fist slammed into her thigh, at first unable to comprehend the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. “What was…,” Annabelle words began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle’s arms pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle’s head resting against her small 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle’s torso, the woman’s petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the back door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front seat. The woman whose name was Erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girl’s limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs inside until the door could be closed.

Erica once more looked around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excited grin Anthony pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. “Why are we doing this?” She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. “Because I told you too,” he replied in a slow hard tone, making Erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Anthony’s smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an inventor and entrepreneur worth millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony’s sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a forty square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset’s arrival, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve feet in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from years of physical labor, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second floor which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle’s neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony’s.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. “Go do something productive,” he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle , it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle’s eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle’s head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle’s panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open rooms. One of which was a living room where Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ears. “You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits,” he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, “it can also happen if I press the button on my watch.” He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only take a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her side pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. “What is this?” Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and Erica. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl’s eyes, her soft brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. “First because I so desired too,” he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. “And secondly you made it easy for me,” he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large screen television to come to life behind her. Annabelle’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social media accounts, “everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy…,” he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway case. “Cases in which police hardly ever put much resources into solving.”

“Now listen well because I’m only telling you this once,” Anthony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her situation sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. “For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in harsh punishment.” Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony’s eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this spirited young girl’s will in the end. “Now,” he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. “Let’s see what you look like under those wrappings,” he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle’s face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony’s face after a moment of Annabelle’s defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His soft sigh a worrying concern for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. “Aaugh,” Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle’s breathing off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. “I see that I’m just going to have to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me.” He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. “Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I’ll go and setup her punishment for later.” He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, “yes sir,” in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, Erica hurried to Annabelle’s side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stand. “Get off me,” Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. “Please don’t resist him,” Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. “He’ll punish me as well,” Erica explained. “So what?” Erica frowned at Annabelle’s responds, pain filling her voice as she added, “but you’re the expendable one.”

The shock of Erica’s words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational side of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle’s panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica’s soft hands covered Annabelle’s, encouraging the terrified young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from Erica’s gaze, “don’t do that, or you’ll only make your punishment that much worse.” Erica explained, turning for the hall.

“Come on,” Erica called after her. “He won’t be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom.” She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unblemished body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic hair on a woman was outright disgusting.

“Relieve yourself,” he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. “Once she’s finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. “He added pointing towards Annabelle’s crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. “I rather like her long hair,” he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, “but I don’t like it loose. Once it’s dry, braid it into a tight ponytail.” He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, “something to hold onto later.” He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his wife. “Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then call me for inspection,” he finished leaving them to their orders. “We better get started,” Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the water comfortable feeling. “What..,” Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica’s back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and inner thighs, as Erica was not permitted to wear any undergarments. Annabelle’s jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussy. “Is he going to do that to me?” Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. “And much worse,” she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle’s humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her hands touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to cringe back from Erica’s touch, “I am sorry,” she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. “I’ve really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see.” Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica’s bruised body. “The anticipation got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit carried away…,” Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, “a bit.” She questioned, though Erica paid little mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, Erica spent several minutes working her fingers through Annabelle’s damp hair which was plastered to the sides of her neck and back. It would take twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle’s long hair into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her back. “Sit back on the counter and spread your legs,” Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion style straight razor, which Erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, “it’s the only type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful,” she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman’s work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her instincts told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. “There,” Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

“Alright, stand up and brace yourself against the cabinet, then bend over with your legs a part.”

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an enema pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle’s folds, being sure not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to find that special person to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle’s pussy that splattered against the tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle’s ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water fill her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a slight warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the toilet badly as the last of the water filled her. “Clinch up as I remove the applicator,” Erica advised pulling the tube free pleased that Annabelle’s rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

“You can stand up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes,” Erica explained noticing the annoyed glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. “It’s not that bad,” Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a week. Mercifully time seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilet, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the last of the water and shit poured free of her system. The entire time Erica paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved cunt. “Sexy,” he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front of Annabelle. “There are a few rules that you will obey,” he stated holding Annabelle’s gaze as he continued. “One, you are forbidden to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two,” he went on not even giving her time to fully register his words. “Your body is mind to do with as I see fit,” he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his point. “And the third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which,” he added with a devious smile pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much stronger jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the room was mostly bare except for the walls which were covered in belts of various shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in various thicknesses. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the center of the room that drew Anthony’s gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an excitement spreading across his face at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony’s custom made sexual restraining racks, as well as other implements of his own design. She had never seen this particular rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle’s head and wrists before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another part consisting of steel pipes connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle’s abdomen lifting the girl’s sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle’s inner thighs, forcing her legs open exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a piece of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through holes drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle’s legs. Acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her virgin cunt from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into place, admiring how inviting Annabelle’s raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to join him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilized condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how secured she was. “You’re awake,” Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle’s face so that she could clearly see his. “Since this is your first punishment, I’ve decided to go easy on you.” Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few short minutes later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, Erica’s jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband’s intentions. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle’s heart nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in Erica’s eyes, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle’s gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle’s inviting position the leader of the pack bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle’s ass cheeks. As the dog’s long moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle’s rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his chair in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to happen. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle’s back, locking his front paws around the pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog’s cock bumping against her flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle’s opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog’s tip found its target. Upon feeling his cock’s tip penetrating Annabelle’s reluctant opening, the dog violently force his full girth up inside Annabelle’s bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog’s anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog’s penis was so small, a notion that she was about to realize was false as she was about to get an agonizing crash course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the near frantic pace the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle’s eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog’s flaccid cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six inches in length with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of the dog’s cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the force of the dog’s thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle’s agonized eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog’s knot growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a time the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowels, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulbous knot was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle’s rectum. A torrent of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several long moments, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gape open so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the next one’s tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog’s semen so that his could have the best possible chance of impregnating the apparent willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle’s ass.

For the next hour and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took Erica several minutes to figure out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slightest bit. “Let’s see if that ass has taught you anything,” Anthony said retaking his chair. “Come here bitch,” he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. “No, crawl on your hands and knees like the dog you are.” He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle’s face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

“Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your back,” as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. “Now lay back,” he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. “Aww,” Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, “spread your legs and don’t move.” It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in front of Annabelle’s face.

“I think you like being ass-fucked by those dogs,” Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle’s eyes. She could not understand how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony’s intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. “Lick it clean,” Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any inkling to taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony’s eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle’s sexual inexperience, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. “Straddle her head, and bury your cunt into that bitch’s face,” he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. “Turn so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful eyes,” he added retaking his seat watching as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle’s mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle’s tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica’s folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle’s tongue to fumble about Erica’s folds for a few minutes, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle’s next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle’s chest, lifting her lower torso off the floor. “Hold her ankles,” he told Erica, “and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor.” Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear free of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired position, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide thick leather strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equal in length. As he returned Erica looked away feeling shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the first crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle’s legs. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain shot from her crotch straight to her core, her scream muffled by Erica’s ass pushing down harder over Annabelle’s face.

Five more times Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle’s slit, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, “always obey me or else.” The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under Erica’s weight almost managing to knock Erica off her before she regain control, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle’s violently-shaking body down. “Enough, let her up.” Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hands press tightly to her abuse pussy. Tears poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive area, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arms afraid what would be next.

“Both of you kneel in front of me,” he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle’s legs shaking from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop understanding Erica’s words from early a lot better now. “Time for me to have a little pleasure,” he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress pants, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle’s eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an average man with a length of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperienced young girl. He smiled holding his cock by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

“Touch it,” Anthony encouraged, grateful to have actually managed to find someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony’s gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hand timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony’s crown, causing him to smile in amusement. Erica could not believe how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

“Here,” Anthony told her softly taking her hand into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to continue on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to teach her properly. “Give me your other hand,” he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. “Rolled them about like dice at a crap’s table,” he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle’s face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

“Enough!” He called after a few minutes slapping her hand away. “It wasn’t your hands that I really wanted pleasure from,” he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle’s head painfully. Forcefully pulling her head towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knees, having to brace her hands upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. “Now open,” he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to meet his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. “And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my skin, I’ll let the entire pack of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so desire.”

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle’s throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in place. “Swallow,” he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. “Swallow, ” he repeated slapping her face to get her complete attention, and with little other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle’s head with both hands to better control her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her eyes, finding her desperate gasps for air irresistible sounding. “I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore,” Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle’s eyes, “but that’s not now.” Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his left side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband’s cock taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could move so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

“Watch and learn what is expected of a professional,” he told Annabelle, who could not take her eyes from what Erica was doing, her sexual curiosity becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. “Switch,” Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle’s throat. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the time. “Well,” he exaggerated comically. “it’s finally time for me to make you mine,” he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to understand his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle’s social media accounts, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to better fit Annabelle’s appearance, her fiery hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to call to all of Anthony’s true desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a real world being that hell was a bit out of reach. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. “Take her into the kitchen for a lite snack,” Anthony ordered Erica. “Then meet me in our bedroom while she eats,” he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to leave, “what’s going to happened?” Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a sorrow expression befell her face, “he’s going to take your virginity.” Erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her eyes in annoyance, “I already know that,” she barked agitated that Erica thought her that stupid. “How?” She asked fear creeping into her voice. Truthfully Erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle’s eyes, “will I survive it?” Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, ” I don’t know, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight,” she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty door for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica’s warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty minutes later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small breasts appear a full cup-size large. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a matching color, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not struggle with the six inches heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same dress shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the table he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. “Stand up and hold out your hands,” Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle’s wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the back door, upon seeing the open yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. “But you better hurry up because it resets after a short time,” he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle’s face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an important part for Anthony, who could not actual use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce similar sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back yard, “I wouldn’t consider running if I was you,” Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle’s face as she gaze out into the yard. “The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier,” Anthony explained, causing Annabelle’s head to drop in disappointment.

“Plus,” he added with an excited grin. “It wouldn’t even kick in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body.” He laughed nodding towards the pack of dogs just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his face she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree’s branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging chain, turning to grab Annabelle’s hands, harshly yanking her arms up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. “It’s not all about our pleasure,” he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, Erica walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle’s thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle’s outer-folds, causing Annabelle’s breath to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two large glass mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the dogs’ furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid cock began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky feel of the thin stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the ready to capture the dog’s semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hand moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

While Erica went back to fill the next glass, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle’s face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glass down Annabelle’s gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, “you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far.” He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of an average bull-whip’s speed, with its cracker made from a much softer material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

Erica’s jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband’s side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony’s mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelps were quick to develop after each impact, each five times the width of the whip’s tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle’s face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony’s pants was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it much thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle’s pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, more than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight’s fun. “Let’s get a beer,” he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to bend over it, as Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, “never get between my desires and that bitch again. She is mine to do with as I wish,” Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to Erica as he quickly finished his off.

Anthony retrieved four water bottles from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle’s limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smooth surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle’s wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle’s thighs just above her knees, thin cotton ropes had been attached to the bands, the ends of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone’s sides spreading Annabelle’s legs as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flame’s severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl’s chest who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle’s pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding shackles. Annabelle’s body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle’s feet where he retrieved a small tube from his pant’s pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sensation that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony’s excited face suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Anthony moved his head into position between Annabelle’s folds, using his weight to force his aching cock straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying hard as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three strong thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle’s frigid body. It would take several minutes of harsh breathing before Anthony would regain his composure, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for several long minutes before retrieving the water hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle’s pussy, which would still take some time before the pain would begin to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. “Now it’s your turn to claim the bitch,” Anthony whispered into Erica’s ear, causing her to pull back confused. “I didn’t want to ruin all the fun and surprises,” he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife’s hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused Erica’s jaw to drop. It had the same length and girth as Anthony’s own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline’s barbed penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimeter long flexible spikes running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would penetrate the young girl’s cervix. Erica shook her head unable to fathom words to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into place, Anthony gently grasped Erica’s chin forcing her to meet his gaze. “Remember last week when we finished working out how to kidnap her?” He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth stone, until she was laying between Annabelle’s legs. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle’s folds exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head’s spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulbous head into Annabelle’s opening, stopping just before the first ring of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband’s hardened glare. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only imagine was in store for the helpless girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spikes into Annabelle’s slit. While too tiny to tear flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear Erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle’s agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica’s apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike right into Annabelle’s cervix, while the rest pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the larger spike.

Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable sounds of moans could be heard between Annabelle’s screams. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scraping combine with the violent invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten state of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle’s mouth as her screams intensified, “stop screaming bitch,” he ordered in a harsh tone, which took every bit of Annabelle’s willpower to manage.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. “Answer me,” he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled crying, seeing shame within Annabelle’s gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. “Yes,” Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony’s cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fence to be with their pack. “What about her?” Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, “if she’s lucky, she’ll make it to morning.” He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the sight into his mind. “Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch’s cunt, I want some alone time with you.” He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a vicious gust of wind blazed across her exposed flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night’s memories pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her mind and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see nothing but nightmarish fates. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring.

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A naughty teacher uses her naked futa-daughter in her wild lesson!

Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter One: Johana’s Shocking Futa Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan’s Week, Monday

The entire student body of Rogers College thundered with applause as the MVP from last Saturday’s championship football game led off her rewards. Tanisha Read, a Black futa, gripped the leashes that lead to a futa named Charisma and her little sister, a cutie named Krysten. It was the Monday morning assembly. Normally, it was the Program assembly, but there was a special event.

“Lucky Tanisha,” groaned Jade, a futa in my year. I was a freshman, my first year of college. “I mean, I’m not sure about fucking another futa, but Krysten is hot. And the incest…”

I squirmed at the words: incest.

The laws in America had changed recently. Sex was openly encouraged, no longer suppressed. Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and incest was made legal. It made me uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right to commit incest. The rest of the student body celebrated it.

Tanisha led her two “sex slaves” for the week out of the auditorium by their leashes and collars. The only things Charisma and Krysten wore were those slave collars. Their breasts jiggled before them, Charisma’s hard girl-dick bouncing as it thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy. She held her little sister’s hand, the pair close. Both looked eager to be shared by the Black running back.

“Damn,” Jade said again. She was a horny futa, always molesting the girls who were chosen. Groping them, trying to get blowjobs or even fuck them. She was thirsty for pussy.

It was kinda pathetic. And people thought I was a bit of a nerd.

I sighed, shifting on the seat, my curly, auburn hair swaying about my face. My futa-dick was hard in my panties. It was hard not to be excited by the sight of Krysten naked. I saw her and her futa-sister having sex in the cafeteria the week before.

It was… hot and confusing all at the same time.

“Okay, okay,” President McTaggart said. The redheaded futa-administrator stood at the podium surrounded by us students. She waved her hands. “I know we’re all excited for the big game.”

“Go Rogers Futa-Rams!” whooped the cheerleaders. They all did high-kicks, flashing their lack of panties, their pussies on display for a brief instance. I knew them all. My mother was the cheer coach.

“Yes, yes, I know we’re all thrilled by our football team’s victory on Saturday,” President McTaggart continued, “but we have four new students to select to participate in the Program this week.”

Jade sat up, an eager grin on her lips.

The Program was a way to encourage college students to embrace their sexuality. A week spent going to class naked, only wearing whatever protective gear was required for personal safety. If chosen, you had to use the opposite gender’s facilities (restrooms and locker rooms) and had to grant “reasonable requests” to students. They could grope you, stroke your girl-dick, rub your pussy, even pinch your nipples, but there could be no penetration of your body without your consent. And it went both ways. A girl couldn’t slide her pussy over a futa-dick without asking, and a futa couldn’t suck on a girl’s nipple. Oral, anal, or vaginal penetration needed permission.

Of course, that didn’t stop horny futas from massaging a girl until she was so horny she’d agreed to it.

Since being naked could make you horny, at the start of every class, you had a ten minute period to accept “relief.” You could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to aid you. I had seen fucking in several of my classes. It could be painful having to sit there, my dick hard, watching as the naked girl gave in and chose a futa to enjoy.

Neither Jade nor I had been chosen once.

Lastly, a professor or member of the staff could use you as teaching aid only during a lesson. Anything the professor instructed, up to and including sex, was allowed. It was the one acceptation to the consent rule since it was part of the lesson, though if you objected hard enough, I was certain you wouldn’t have to go through it. I heard a few pervy futa-professors who had found creative ways to justify receiving blowjobs or outright fucking their students under the guise of their “lessons.”

A few girls even encouraged it, and some female professors made their naked futa-students very happy.

“Okay, let’s get drawing,” said President McTaggart. “As always, ladies first.”

“Ooh, I hope it’s Adile,” said Samantha Herbert. She sat on the other side of Jade. “I’d love to grope that lesbian.”

“She groped your ex,” Jade said, grinning. “A lot.”

Samantha scowled. She’d lost her girlfriend, Ginny, in the first week of the fall semester to a nerdy futa named Candice. The pair sat far away, cuddled together. They were an affectionate couple, taking advantage of lax rules about PDA.

I thought they were cute together. I would love a girlfriend like Ginny.

The girls chosen for the Program were drawn, a sophomore and a senior. They both sauntered down, stripping naked. I didn’t really know either of them, but they were cute, especially the busty senior. Jade and Samantha were practically drooling over them.

“I’m going for the senior,” Jade said. “Look at those tits Ludmila’s got.”

“Yeah, but I know that sophomore,” said Samantha. “She’s the type of girl that gives head beneath the bleachers during PE instead of running laps.”

“Damn,” Jade groaned, rubbing at the bulge in her skirt.

“For the futas, we have representing the freshman, Johana Jordan,” President McTaggart announced.

I blinked. “What?”

“Oh, snap,” said Jade. “Looks like you’re gonna get naked.” She licked her lips. “Watch out for Poise Ramsey. I hear she likes to try and fuck all the futas. She likes anal. Ignores your pussy and goes straight for your ass.”

“What?” I gasped, my asshole clenching and my pussy tingling.

Samantha nodded. “Kenya took it up the ass from her after classes two weeks ago.”

“I’m not into futas,” I said, squirming.

“Yeah, me either,” said Samantha. “I prefer a pussy with no dick.”

Jade nodded her head. “You better get that ass moving. President McTaggart’s gonna have you spanked if you don’t get down there.”

“They don’t do that,” I muttered as I rose, my pleated skirt swirling about my thighs.

I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I headed down the stage. A few of the girls whispered as I passed and giggled. My cheeks burned. I wasn’t as sexy as other futas. Petite. My tits were small. I had freckles on my face. My dick wasn’t as big as others. I used to be called clitty. “That’s not a dick,” mean students would say, “that’s just a big clit. You sure you’re a futa and not a freak?”

This wasn’t high school. My bullies weren’t here.

I took a deep breath as I reached President McTaggart. She was calling out a junior to join me. I groaned as I caught sight of my mother by the cheerleaders. She gave me a big grin, her fiery hair falling about her face. She flashed me a thumbs up.

I groaned, turning my back from my mother as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked it off one by one, trying to drag it out as over five hundred people stared at me. I heard whispering through the room. All the girls were gossiping about me. I just knew it.

I slid my blouse off my shoulders, my futa-cock stiff in my panties. My small breasts were hugged by my pink bra. I dropped my top into the plastic bag the principal held for me. She had a supportive smile.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “You’re a cute futa. You’ll see, the girls will love you.” The principal winked at me.

My cheeks burned.

I unhooked my bra, exposing my small breasts. My dusky nipples thrust hard atop my quivering tits. I dropped the bra into the bag and drew in a deep breath. The junior futa was already naked, her hand stroking her clit-dick as she grinned at the giggling cheerleaders.

They were giggling and gushing over the other futa’s bigger dick.

I groaned and shoved down my skirt, my cock twitching in my panties. My pussy grew juicy. The two naked girls glanced at me for a moment before their eye slid to the older futa. Even they were whispering and gushing.

I groaned and then thrust down my panties. My futa-dick sprang out. I felt like every eye was on my stiff cock. It thrust out from my trimmed bush. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed as I stood there, pussy juices soaking my pubic hair.

“Ooh, cute cock,” the naked senior girl said. Ludmila winked at me then shook her tits.

I groaned and she giggled. The nude sophomore girl laughed beside her. My cheeks went even redder. I looked away, wanting to scrunch up and hide my body. The tips of my ears burned while the horny ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

“Okay,” President McTaggart said. “We are done for this week. Enjoy your day and the four lucky students chosen. Just remember the rules and have fun with the Program selectees.”

Like the floodgates were opened, the students poured onto the floor. Jade, true to her word, mobbed Ludmila with half the futas. She was crowded by them. The busty brunette seemed to giggle as she was groped and prodded.

Girls drifted toward me. Most were crowding around the junior but a few were looking at me. I blushed even more, staring at the exit. Their whispers echoed around me. I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest.

“She’s got a cute cock,” one whispered.

“But it’s not that big,” another said.

“Like I said, cute. I want to just hug it and give it a kiss right on the tip.”

“Go for it,” a third said. “Johana’s not going to bite.”

“Nope,” said Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic girl from my Health class. “She’s harmless.”

My cheeks burned from their words. Then I glanced at the girl who thought my dick was cute darted up. She grabbed my shaft, giving me a few pumps before she broke away laughing, falling into the arms of her friend.

“I can’t believe you did that, Patty.”

“It’s a nice cock. I’m glad I did.”

“It is a nice cock,” Ginny said. She was a redhead like me, but with brighter hue to her curls. She grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it a few times while she held Candice’s hand with the other. “It’s cute.”

“Not as big as Candice’s cock, though,” purred Denice Jennings, the homecoming queen. She grabbed my dick and stroked it once. “Mmm, but it’s a nice one. I bet Umeko would like to suck it.”

“My queen,” groaned Umeko, the busty, Japanese girl who ran against Denice in one wild campaign. Now she was Denice’s willing sex slave. “You know I hate futas. I like pussies with clits.”

“That’s what makes it so hot,” purred Denice. “What do you say, Johana? Want Umeko to suck your cock?”

My cheeks burned. I had never had a blowjob. I had never done anything. I may be the only futa at our college who hadn’t fucked either Denice or Umeko during their campaign where they were handing out sexual favors like candy. “If she doesn’t want to do it, then no.”

“She’ll do it if I make her, and she’ll love it, won’t you,” Denice purred, grabbing the Japanese girl’s tit through her blouse.

“Yes, Mistress,” Umeko moaned, her slanted eyes glassy.

I drifted away from them, shaking my head as they started kissing. They were weird. This was all so confusing. My futa-dick was hard. My pussy wet. I groaned as I stumbled to the doors, passing our quarterback leaning against the wall and glaring, her ebony face tight. Shelena didn’t look happy she wasn’t MVP, which shocked me.

She had led the team to victory.

I slipped out into the hallway. Girls would come up and pat my rump or fist my dick for a moment before breaking off into giggles. It wasn’t like with the girls in the Program. I wasn’t mobbed and felt up. I had seen a few cum just from being touched.

All it did was leave me horny.

My first class was a chore. I was too embarrassed to ask for relief. Not even a handjob. I felt eyes on me the entire time I sat naked at my desk. The tip of my erect cock kept bumping into the bottom surface, sending tingles racing down to my pussy. I was so hard. I ached. My pussy juices leaked out of me, making a puddle on the chair.

In my next class, a futa named Poise Ramsey offered to blow me. She had a big grin on her face, arching her eyebrows. Just like Jade and Samantha claimed. I shook my head. Then a girl, Shanice Colton, winked at me and gave the same offer. She licked her lips, sending a teasing surge through me.

“I’m fine,” I lied, so nervous about all of this. It couldn’t be real. Did girls, and that futa, really want to do things with me?

I cracked down for my third class. I asked for relief. Audie Marlowe volunteered to blow me but just her hand touching my cock set me off. She gasped as my cum splattered across her face, painting her beige features in my pearly cum. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure shooting through her as she recoiled in shock.

“Futa-bitch!” she gasped, cum in her hair and dripping down onto the front of her blue blouse. “Ooh, I said I’d blow you, not take a load in the face.”

The class roared in laughter as she rose and marched out of the room, giving me a dirty look.

“Way to go, Hair Trigger!” snorted Eve Mathers.

“Better watch out, girls, Hair Trigger could go off at a moment’s notice.”

“You better not shoot on my new jeans!” warned Salome Cardozo. “My futa-girlfriend bought these for me.”

“I’m glad you didn’t explode when I stroked you in the hallway. I love this skirt.”

I sank down on my seat, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

The teasing followed me for the rest of the day. Girls would come up to me, start to reach for my cock, then gasp, “Oh, no, I don’t want to ruin my blouse.”

“Don’t want to set off Hair Trigger!”

“Sorry, Johana, my hand’s just too sexy for your futa-cock.”

My cheeks burned all day. I was so hard. I wanted relief, but I was way too embarrassed now. I just had to suffer, my ovaries aching with a load of cum, the tip of my girl-dick throbbing, so in need of relief. Futas laughed as I passed them in the halls. My shoulders hunched. This was just the first day of the Program.

This was going to be a long week.

“It’s okay,” Ginny told me when I bumped into her on my way to my last class. “You were just excited. Don’t let those cunts and futa-bitches get you down. Okay.”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at her. She gave my cock a quick stroke.

“Maybe me, you, and Candice could have some fun after school. We like to share.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said. “I’m fine. Just some teasing. I don’t need any pity.”

“It’s not that,” she said. “I thought it would be fun. It’s fine if you don’t want to. Candice will just enjoy me all to herself or I’ll find a girl we can share. She likes watching me with girls. But if you change your mind…”

I shrugged. I didn’t want my first time to be screwing Candice’s girlfriend while she watched or something.

It was only when I reached the door to my last class, Health, that I groaned. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, but this was the class taught by my mother, Miss Molly Jordan. My futa-mom had passed away years ago and so my mom went by Miss Instead of Mrs.

I wasn’t sure why.

“Good afternoon, Johana,” my mom purred when I walked in. She was at the front of the classroom, her red hair falling about her face. She wore a tight, black pencil skirt that fell barely covered her ass and a ruffled blouse with a scoop neckline. Her green eyes were bright. “I hope you’re first day’s been going fine.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, heading to my seat.

“Oh, no, don’t go sit down,” she said, catching my arm. “I need you for the lesson.”

My cheeks burned as I felt my mother staring at my naked body. Her eyes seemed bright and considering as she studied my naked flesh. This strange, squirming, almost guilty lust shot through me. I had jerked off to her before. I always felt so bad afterward, ashamed. She was my mother.

“Oh, you look too hard,” she said. “Have you cum at all today?”

“Oh, she came once, Miss Jordan,” said Samantha as she filed in. “She’s got a hair trigger. Splattered Audie Marlowe right in the kisser. The moment she grabbed your futa-daughter’s cock, BAM! Johana erupted.”

“Oh, yes, you’re still a virgin, right?” Mom asked me.

I groaned as people sniggered.

“That’s okay,” Mom said. “I need you to have some stamina for the lesson. So just let me give you some relief.”

I gasped as my mother grabbed my futa-cock. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers hot and silky. I groaned as she stroked me. She pumped her hand up and down my dick. My eyes widened as pleasure shot through my body right down to my pussy.

The class gaped as my mom worked her hand up and down the shaft. Genevieve, a freshman cheerleader, blinked her eyes as she took her seat, her pleated skirts swirling about her thighs. Samantha whistled. Ase Westerberg, a blonde futa, shook her head in envy. Araceli blinked.

“Mom,” I gasped, blinking. “You can’t do that.”

“Give you a handjob?” she asked. “Sure I can. I need you ready for the lesson. I can’t have you on the verge of an eruption. Now it’s okay. You’re young. Just let your cum flow. It’s natural.”

Incestuous pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped at the shameful bliss I felt at my mother’s stroking touch. She pumped up and down my shaft, stroking the sensitive crown then sliding down to nudge my pussy folds wrapped about the base of my clit-dick.

“Guess you’re not that much of a hair trigger,” Samantha said, watching. She squirmed. “You could give me a handjob, Miss Jordan.”

“I don’t need you for today’s lesson, Ms. Herbert,” purred the professor. “But I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

I just stood there, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, as my mother gave me a handjob. I could feel the swell of her breast through her blouse pressing on my arm as she pumped her hand up and down my girl-dick. She stroked me fast. Hard. She made my toes curl. This heat swelled and swelled in me.

I groaned. Whimpered. My heart hammered in my chest. It felt incredible. I shouldn’t enjoy this. Everyone watched me with hot eyes. Futas adjusted their bulges. Girls squirmed their thighs together. Flushed faces stared at me as my mom worked her hand faster and faster.

“Just let all that cum out,” she purred in my ear. “Don’t let your ovaries build up all that cum.”

My pussy clenched. My toes curled against the floor. My breasts jiggled. The ache built so fast. I couldn’t hold off if I wanted to. This was too much. I threw back my head, my small tits heaving, and erupted.

My mom made me cum.

“Goddess!” I moaned as my pussy convulsed. My ovaries unloaded all my built up jizz.

Futa-spunk fired out of my girl-dick. Mom pumped her hand up and down my shaft as I bucked. My cum arched over and splattered on the floor before Samantha’s desk. She leaned back, a strange look flashing across the futa’s face.

“Oh, damn,” purred Genevieve, her blue eyes wide. Her black hair spilled around her flushed cheeks. “You’re just… Wow.”

“I know,” groaned Araceli.

I shuddered as the pleasure slammed into my mind. This guilty bliss burned through me. The incestuous rapture surged out of my pussy. It danced across my thoughts. I groaned, my fingers clenching. I swayed, leaning against my mother as this ecstasy spurted out of me. My pussy convulsed. Rapture rippled out of my snatch.

“That’s it,” cooed my mother. She stroked up my cock and rung out the last few drops. They dribbled over her hand while I shuddered, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. “There you are.”

She kissed me on the cheek as she released my futa-cock, the last, watery spurts of my pearly cum running down the back of her hand. She casually licked it off as she moved around her desk, leaving me panting before the entire class.

That just happened. My mother just gave me a handjob before the entire class. My knees quaked. My breasts jiggled. Genevieve and Araceli leaned together, hissing whispers. My cheeks burned as I swayed, dizzy, disoriented.

“Just stay right there, Johana,” my mom said. “You’re going to be demonstrating today’s lesson. Foreplay.”

The class shifted. Girls looked eager. I trembled, swallowing. My futa-cock was only half-hard despite the orgasm I just had. My hands rubbed together. My cheeks burned with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration. I buzzed from the orgasm, but…

My mother gave it to me.

“I need a girl to volunteer for Johana to demonstrate foreplay on,” my mother purred, scanning the classroom. “I can’t choose Krysten since she’s our MVP’s slave for the week.” She paused, looking around. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

The girls shifted. Genevieve glanced at me while her round breasts rose and fell in the purple, sleeveless cheerleader top she wore. Her golden, pleated skirts rustled as she shifted. Beside her, Araceli bit her lower lip, her cheeks flaming scarlet. Monica Rocha fanned her face, her eyes glassy. Naked Krysten craned her head, her slave collar rattling about her neck, while the futas all shook their heads.

Was that… envy I saw in Samantha’s and Araceli’s eyes?

“No volunteers?” my mother said. “Genevieve, I think you want to volunteer. Come on, you’re a cheerleader. Show some school spirit and let’s learn about foreplay. It’s important for a healthy sexual relationship with your partner or partners.”

Giggles burst through the classroom as Genevieve stood up. “Okay, coach, I’ll do it. Your futa-daughter’s cute.”

I blushed more. Did she really think I was cute, or was she just saying that to be nice?

Genevieve marched up, peeling off her cheerleader top like it was nothing. They were growing more and more adventurous as a team. I could still remember them flashing their bare beavers during the assembly this morning. Her breasts spilled out, round and perky. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath, her nipples poking hard before her.

She found a concealed fastener and zipper for her skirt on her right hip. With it, her skirt fell loose down her body and she stepped out of it naked, a landing strip of black hair leading to her shaved pussy. Her blue eyes smoldered as she stepped up beside me and peeled off her tennis shoes and lacy ankle socks.

“Okay, let’s learn foreplay,” she said, grinning at me.

“Face each other,” Mom said. “Now, futas, with girls you want to start playing with their breasts. Of course, futas love that, too, but they don’t need much to make their cocks hard or their pussies wet. In fact, ladies, letting a futa play with your tits will not only make you wet, but will get her hard and ready to please you.”

I swallowed as I stared at Genevieve’s perfect tits right before me. My cheeks burned. I had to touch her with the class watching. Girls leaned in and futas watched with hungry eyes. My softening girl-dick twitched, a hot itch forming in the depths of my pussy.

“Don’t be shy,” Genevieve whispered.

My mother moved behind me. “Just reach out and grab her breasts,” Mom said, seizing my wrists. I felt her tits rubbing on my naked back through her blouse. Her nipples were hard. She raised my hands and guided them to Genevieve’s lovely boobs. “Not hard. Cup them at first, then lightly massage those gorgeous breasts.”

Genevieve’s eighteen-year-old tits filled my hands. They were warm and felt like silk, bigger than my own breasts and softer. My fingers lightly dug into them. Genevieve purred in delight, her nipples feeling even harder than my mom’s. Her hips wiggled back and forth.

“Mmm, just like that,” Mom purred as she pressed behind me. Her fingers rubbed up and down my arms. “Massage her. A little more pressure now. Yes, yes, watch her face. Hear her moans. Her purrs. Let her reactions guide you. If she wants more, give it to her, if she needs you to be slow, then go slow. If you read your partner, futas, she’ll be more likely to let you get that prize.

“Her pussy.”

I groaned as my mom said those words. She seemed to undulate behind me, almost humping against my naked rump. Her silk blouse rubbed on my skin as I massaged Genevieve’s breasts, my fingers working on them. The girl moaned, her blue eyes bright, her cheeks growing redder and redder.

The flush descended down her throat as I massaged her. My thumbs swept out, brushing the edges of her dusky-pink areolas. I felt the different texture. Bumpier than her smooth tits. I rubbed again, this time grazing a puckered nipple.

“Ooh, yes,” Genevieve moaned.

“Mmm, that’s the sort of signal you need to read,” Mom purred. “Play with her nipples. Massage them with your thumbs. Yes, yes, just like that, Johana.”

My futa-dick throbbed and my pussy clenched as my thumbs rubbed Genevieve’s nipples in circles. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My mom’s hands still held my wrists, not guiding me. She nuzzled into my ear, whispering her encouragements.

Genevieve licked her lips. She squirmed as I rolled her nipples now. The hard nubs felt amazing between my thumbs and forefingers. I twisted them. Tweaked them. Genevieve gasped and moaned. I was feeling… more and more like a futa.

Sexy and powerful.

“That’s it,” my mother moaned. “Mmm, I bet you have a juicy pussy, don’t you, Genevieve?”

“I do, coach,” the girl moaned, her body trembling.

“Now we move onto cunnilingus,” purred my mom. “It’s the stage of foreplay most girls love. And more than a few futas. So girls, pay attention, too. And, of course, you might want to go down on each other, too. Pussies are a joy to play with even if they don’t come with a hard futa-cock.

My mother’s words had me hard. Genevieve was already moving. The black-haired beauty sat down on the edge of my mom’s desk. She spread her legs, the pink folds of her pussy parting. Juices glistened on them. She looked so open.

Not a virgin, but an experienced girl.

“Now, Johana,” my mother said, “Just bend over and start licking. Lap around the edges of her pussy lips. Don’t go straight for her clit. Get her pussy hot and wet first, then you can attack it.”

“Okay, Mom,” I groaned, my small breasts jiggling as I leaned over. My futa-dick throbbed, at my full erection.

“Eating pussy requires reading your partner even more than breast play,” said my mother. “You need to learn where she likes to be licked. Some girls like their labia played with. Others get off on clitoral stimulation. Most like a mix of the two, often with vaginal penetration. Don’t be afraid of using fingers. Use one or two digits to start out, but some girls might like more. Or futas.”

My pussy clenched as I leaned closer. I could smell this amazing, spicy musk. Genevieve’s juices filled my nose. It as a heady scent. Intoxicating. I groaned, salivating. My tongue licked across my lips. I hungered to devour her.

“Don’t be afraid,” Mom cooed, pressing into me from behind. Her hands were on my hips. “Just feast on her.”

My lips nuzzled into Genevieve’s folds. I swallowed then flicked my tongue out. I tasted her spicy juices. She groaned, her breast jiggling over me. Her eyes widened as my tongue danced through her delicious petals.

“That’s it,” cooed my mother, her crotch pressed into my rump, her skirt’s fabric caressing my silky flesh. “Just lick her. You’re doing great, Johana. Mmm, you’re making Genevieve feel good.”

“She is, coach,” the cheerleader moaned. She leaned back, her round breasts jiggling. They were hypnotic.

I darted my tongue into her pussy folds. I licked up and down her twat. I caressed her. I teased her. She tasted amazing. Her spicy juices spilled over my face. I could hear the other students shifting on their seats as I ran my tongue up and down Genevieve’s delicious pussy. My mother’s hands gripped my hips.

My tongue flicked up and brushed Genevieve’s clit. The cheerleader gasped. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling before her. She moaned, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. She loved it. I licked her clit again and a smile burst across her face.

“Ooh, that’s nice, Johana,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

“You’re doing good, honey,” Mom purred, her hands stroking my sides. “Yes, yes, lick her clit.”

“Damn, look at Genevieve, my girlfriend doesn’t eat me out like that,” Adile purred. Even the lesbian was impressed.

“She should,” Krysten said.

“I’ll eat you out like that, Adile,” Samantha said.

“No, you won’t, Samantha. You couldn’t satisfy your own girlfriend. Ginny dumped you for that nerd. But I can make you cum, Adile,” boasted Krysten. “You just have to let my futa-sister watch. Oh, and my futa-mistress if we do it before Friday.”

“Go, Genevieve, go,” moaned Araceli. “Cum on Johana’s lips.”

“Mmm, see, you’re doing great,” Mom moaned. “Now get your tongue into her pussy depths. She’ll love it.”

I plunged my tongue into Genevieve’s depths. I swirled around in her. I licked and sucked at her depths, making her shudder. Her eyes widened. She groaned, her pussy walls clenching around my tongue soaking in her spicy juices.

“And play with her clit with your finger,” Mom purred.

I moved my right hand as I swirled my tongue around inside of Genevieve. I licked and lapped at her. I savored the flavor of her. I found her clit with my pointer finger. I massaged her bud as she gasped out in delight.

I gave her pleasure.

This incredible surge of rapture shot through me, making my cunt clench and my futa-dick throb. Genevieve moaned and groaned. She shuddered on the desk, her breasts rising as I massaged her bud. I felt her little clit throbbing beneath my fingers as I licked and swirled around inside of her pussy.

Pleasure crossed Genevieve’s face. That wonderful rapture spilling over her features. Her head threw back. She whimpered and groaned. I massaged her clit faster. She gasped, nodding her head in delight.

She loved it.

“Oh, damn, Johana,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, coach, you’re teaching your futa-daughter right. She’s good.”

“I wished I volunteered,” moaned Monica.

“Not too late to have me eat you,” Samantha said. “Don’t listen to Ase. She’s a futa-bitch.”

“Language, Ms. Herberts,” my mother moaned, her hands sliding up and cupping my tits.

As Samantha apologized, I froze for a moment. My mother’s hands kneaded my small breasts. She shouldn’t touch me there. This incestuous, shameful rush shot through me. A forbidden ache burned in my dick as she brushed my hard nipples. She teased them. Made me quiver and groan.

My tongue fluttered through Genevieve’s depths again. I whimpered, shocked by the intensity of my mother’s touch on my nipples. It felt incredible. My pussy clenched and juices dribbled down my hard girl-cock. I moaned into Genevieve’s pussy as Mom pinched my nipples.

“Oh, my goddess, yes!” moaned Genevieve. “That’s it. Just like that. I’m going to cum!”

“Mmm, cum all over my cute futa-daughter’s face,” Mom moaned, pinching my nipples.

I shuddered at the rapture. My futa-cock was so hard. My tongue buried deep into Genevieve’s pussy. My finger massaged her clit, her juices flowing. Her spicy cream filled my mouth as the eighteen-year-old cheerleader threw back her head.

“Yes!” she howled.

Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. Her juices gushed out of her. This spicy flood of delight filled my mouth. I groaned, my tongue darting over her flesh, licking and lapping up her juices. They coated my tongue, tasting amazing. I shuddered and groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, pumping euphoria through my veins.

My finger rubbed harder as she leaned back on the desk. Her breasts heaved with all their youthful perkiness. Her thighs clamped about my face. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, licking up her cream.

“Mmm, yes, that’s it,” Mom purred. She pinched my nipples, my futa-dick throbbing. “You’re doing wonderful. You’ve made her cum hard.”

“So hard,” groaned Genevieve. “Oh, wow, Johana. You’re a futa-champ. Oh, damn, that was good. I haven’t cum that hard in a while. Ooh, you eat pussy like a dyke.”

“Have you had Adile go down on you?” moaned a futa named Michele Deveruex.

“Maybe,” answered Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, you’re going to be popular with the girls.”

“Yes, you are,” Mom groaned. “And you got a hard cock.”

“Should I blow her?” asked Genevieve. “I mean, she did make me cum.”

“Mmm, but don’t get her off,” my mom said. “Just demonstrate to the girls how to give head. I’m sure you’re an expert.”

“I’ve sucked off a few,” moaned Genevieve. She winked at me. “You’ll love it.”

I straightened up, panting, my breasts rising and falling as I trembled. This was really happening. Genevieve slipped to the floor before me. My mom grabbed me and turned me so my side faced the class. My futa-cock shot out before me. The girls were all staring at me with this hungry looks. Monica winked at me.

I was about to say something then Genevieve licked the tip of my girl-dick. My eyes bulged at the heat surging down my shaft. My pussy clenched as her tongue swirled around the spongy crown of my dick.

“Start by licking it, Genevieve,” Mom moaned, her freckled cheeks flushed bright. Her green eyes were glossy as she ran her tongue over her ruby lips. “Tease the futa before you suck on her cock. And mind your teeth.”

“We don’t like that,” Samantha said.

“Thank you, Ms. Herbert,” Mom purred. “Now Genevieve, swallow the tip of my futa-daughter’s cock and suck.”

My eyes widened as the cheerleader did just that. I groaned and my pussy clenched. Genevieve’s plump lips swallowed the crown of my futa-cock. Her lips sealed about it. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I groaned and swayed, pussy juices leaking down my thighs. It was incredible to feel.

She bobbed and slid her mouth up and down my girl-dick. My hands clenched. My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries quivered, eager to explode a fountain of jizz. It would be incredible to cum in her mouth. If my mom hadn’t given me a handjob, I would be erupting into Genevieve’s mouth right now. Just flooding her with my salty cum.

“Okay,” Mom purred. “You can stop sucking. Let’s move onto sex. The real reason you get a girl so turned on.”

Genevieve’s mouth popped off my dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, let’s do that. I want this cock in me. I’m so wet. You made me cum so hard.”

A flutter of joy rippled through me at her words. I wanted to be in her. As good as her mouth felt, I was so eager for my first taste of a girl’s pussy. I didn’t care that my mom was guiding this lesson now. That everyone was watching.

I was getting pussy.

“Lie down on my desk, Johana,” Mom purred, her hands grabbing my waist and pushing me back until my rump brushed the edge of her desk. “Then Genevieve, I want you mounting her facing the class and ride her cock.”

“Ooh, reverse cowgirl,” the cheerleader purred. “Hot. The class is going to see how much I love this.”

“Damn, why couldn’t I be chosen?” Michele muttered.

“Yeah,” croaked Samantha. “Johana, you’re so lucky. You’re going to get so much pussy this week.”

“Uh-huh,” Monica purred.

I sank back onto the desk, trembling. My breasts jiggled as my breathing quickened. I was about to have sex with Genevieve, one of the hot girls on the cheer squad. Other futas were envious of me. I licked my lips as I leaned down, my futa-dick twitching over my stomach.

“Mmm, cutie, we’re going to have fun,” Genevieve purred as she grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me, fisting up and down my cock. I gasped at the sensation. My eyes widened as this wild beat surged through my chest. “Aren’t we?”

“I guess,” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Be confident,” Mom said, moving around her desk. She stood over me, her breasts swelling her blouse, her black, short skirt hardly covering her. Her legs stretched apart. I groaned as I could see up her skirt and…

My mom wasn’t wearing any panties. I couldn’t believe the sight of her thick, fiery bush between her thighs. My eyes locked on that naughty sight. Her pussy. The hole that birthed me. This was wrong. I should look away.

I couldn’t.

Her juices gleamed on her silky curls. Then I groaned as Genevieve grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me as she straddled me. I should be looking at her. She was about to fuck me. She was my age. Eighteen. Genevieve pressed her shaved twat down onto my cock while I stared at my mother’s mature depths.

The cheerleader impaled her pussy down my shaft in a single plunge. I groaned as her tight twat engulfed me. I trembled, my eyes locked on my mother’s cunt. I licked my lips, these naughty ideas bursting through my head as Genevieve’s pussy gripped my girl-dick.

“Ooh, that’s a nice cock,” she moaned, her hips swaying from side to side. “I love it. Mmm, I’m going to ride this shaft hard.”

I groaned as her pussy slid up my futa-cock. My head shook. My breasts rose and fell. I licked my lips at the heat that shot through me. My head tossed back and forth. This wanton, wicked heat caressed my dick. Genevieve’s pussy massaged me.

My hands clenched. My heart pounded in my chest. This powerful thudding had me trembling. I groaned as she worked her twat up and down my girl-dick. It was incredible to enjoy her pussy while I stared up my mother’s skirt at her forbidden twat.

“That’s it, dear,” Mom purred. “Just work that cunt up and down her girl-dick. It’s a delicious treat, isn’t it?”

“It is, coach,” moaned Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, do you like my pussy.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, twitching, my breasts jiggling as she worked that hot twat up and down my girl-dick. “You’re so juicy. So silky. Wow.”

“Lucky,” groaned Samantha.

“Yeah,” whimpered Monica.

My hands found Genevieve’s hips. I gripped her flesh as she rode me. Her skin felt amazing beneath my hands while her pussy was heaven sliding up and down my shaft. She was so tight, squeezing, my ovaries quivering, brimming with cum to spill into her.

Then my mother shifted forward. To my shock, her skirt slid over my face. She slipped onto the desk, straddling my head. Her bush pressed into my lips. I shuddered, stunned and froze as my mother’s incestuous pussy smothered my mouth and nose. Her tangy cream spilled past my lips.

I shuddered on the table. My heart raced in my chest. My hands clenched. This couldn’t be happening. She was grinding her hairy muff on me as Genevieve worked that delicious cunt up and down my girl-dick.

“Mmm, that’s it,” moaned my mother. “Keep riding my futa-daughter’s cock. Just make her explode.”

She ground her pussy on my face, her tangy juices spilling into my mouth. The incestuous juices made my hands clench on Genevieve’s waist. The cheerleader rode me while my mother’s mature twat rubbed against my lips.

My tongue begged to lick her.

I shuddered, fighting this urge. My heart pumped fast, hot. Did anyone know she was on me? Could they tell with Genevieve facing them, her round tits bouncing before their gazes, and her pussy working up and down my girl-dick?

This was wrong. So wrong.

My tongue licked through the folds of the pussy that had birthed me. A naughty rush ran through me as she moaned out in delight. Her tangy juices soaked my tongue, her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks and nose. I breathed in her musk and licked again.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” moaned my mother. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks, coach,” moaned Genevieve as she rode me, thinking my mother talked to her. I knew the truth.

“Yes, yes, just keep working it,” Mom moaned as my tongue plunged into her incestuous depths.

I was out of control. My hands gripped Genevieve’s hips. My fingers dug into her flesh as she worked her cunt up and down my girl-dick. My pussy drank in the heat, my ovaries quivering with a load of cum. My tongue worked through my mother’s folds at the same time. I licked and lapped at her twat, putting my cunnilingus lesson to use.

Did she teach me to eat a girl’s pussy so I could please her?

She ground her pussy on my mouth while Genevieve’s amazing cunt kept working up and down my girl-dick. The cheerleader moaned and gasped as she rode me. Her pussy caressed me. That silky friction built the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

I moaned into my mother’s pussy, coming closer and closer to erupting. This was insane. The incestuous shame wouldn’t stop. I licked and lapped. I feasted on my mother’s cunt with hunger. She gripped my nipples, twisting them.

Pleasure shot to my ovaries.

I gasped into her twat.

“Just hold on, Johana,” my mother purred. “A futa needs to wait until the girl she’s fucking cums.”

“I’m almost there,” groaned Genevieve. “Ooh, your futa-daughter’s cock feels amazing in me. Oh, yes, yes!”

My girl-dick throbbed in her depths. I fought against my urge to cum as my tongue thrust into my mother’s depths. I swirled around in her, teasing in her. She whimpered, teasing my nipples. Tingles raced from my breasts to the tip of my futa-cock buried in Genevieve’s wonderful pussy. She was driving me wild. I couldn’t take much more.

I had to.

My tongue licked and lapped. I l pleased my mother with a wild hunger. My tongue brushed her clit. Her juices soaked my mouth and chin. Then she ground hard against me. She pulled hard on my nipples.

“Are you almost there, Genevieve?” my mom moaned as her incestuous cream flooded my mouth. Her passion spilled over me, leaving me trembling on the table, my toes curling.

My mom was cumming.

“Almost, Coach,” groaned Genevieve.

“Good!” Mom gasped. “Cum on my futa-daughter’s cute dick!”

Genevieve slammed down my girl-cock. Her pussy convulsed around me. She gasped out in obvious rapture. The classroom burst into applause. Students cheered me on as dizzying rapture rushed through me.

My futa-cum fired out of my girl-dick again and again, flooding Genevieve’s cunt. Rapture shot through me with each eruption. My pussy convulsed, spilling more delight through my body. It was intense. I moaned into my mother’s cunt as the passion burned through me.

She trembled on me as the class kept whooping and cheering. Genevieve’s pussy milked my dick. She drew out my cum, leaving me dizzy. The pleasure spilled around me. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this delight peaked in me.

I fired my last drop of cum into Genevieve’s pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” the girl moaned. “Oooh, Johana, you’re a good lay.”

“Wonderful,” my mom purred, her voice throaty. She slipped off the desk, leaving my face sticky with her cream.

As my students cheered my name and Genevieve dismounted my futa-cock, it hit me. I had my mother’s juices all over my mouth. I just committed incest. Guilt rippled hot through me as I sat up, wiping at my lips.

“You’re the futa!” Samantha shouted.

“Way to go, cutie!” Monica whooped, her face flushed.

“She was amazing,” groaned Genevieve. “She just flooded me with cum. Good thing I had the shot, or I’d be pregnant for sure.”

“Damn, you are lucky,” Michele said.

“That was hot, Miss Jordan,” Krysten moaned. “Wish my futa-sister was here to see it or my naughty futa-mistress.”

My head swam. I committed incest before my entire class. I couldn’t breathe. I glanced at my mother, shocked by the wicked smile on her flushed face. “I… I… I need to… to…”

I raced out of the classroom, struggling to breathe.

To be continued…

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Mrs. Armstrong is pushed to her limits. Will she obey her orders, or will Zoey and her sister drive her to be naughty again?

Incestuous Flesh Massage

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Seven: Sisters Tease the MILF

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

The Armstrongs would be here in an hour for their second lesson from my brother, Clint. It was two weeks since that wonderful Saturday morning when my brother showed Mr. Armstrong what sort of wife he had. Two weeks since she was spanked and fucked and shown to be a cuckold. Clint was having fun teaching Mr. Armstrong to control his wife.

The first lesson was on how to safely tie up his wife and dominate her without hurting her. Mr. Armstrong had to learn to control his wife. It was hot seeing Mrs. Armstrong trussed up in ropes. It made my pussy wet just thinking about it.

“Got it, Yunie,” my girlfriend said, bursting into our bedroom. It was my childhood bedroom, but now we both shared it. It was a little cramped, but that was life in Clint’s harem. Despite owning three houses, things could get crowded with his children darting around. “Ready!”

I nodded my head, a heat fluttering through me as my girlfriend thrust her hand into the cloth, reusable shopping bag. She ripped out the item she bought. A rectangular box, not much bigger than a toothpaste container.

Only it wasn’t holding toothpaste. It was a pregnancy test.

I was late.

A nervous flutter thrust through me as I rose from the bed, my nightgown fluttering around my thighs. The days of the family going naked were over. The children could be wandering around. It made having sex a bit more difficult. Luckily, the third house was only for us to play in, kept locked to keep the little ones out.

“Let’s go, Yunie!” Stefani said, using her pet name for me. “Come on! Let’s find out if your preggers.”

“Preggers?” I asked as my redheaded girlfriend seized my arm and pulled me towards the door. “Is Lee rubbing off.”

She grinned at me.

I stumbled out of my bedroom. The door to the master bedroom was closed and I could hear faint moans coming from there, Clint having fun with someone. People moved downstairs. With so many people around, there was always noise in the house.

Stefani, her pink nightgown swaying about her lush thighs, thrust open the bathroom door. It was remodeled a year or two ago. Clint had a larger shower installed instead of the bathtub that used to be here. He had also beefed up the hot water heater. It was hard to run out, and we were able to take showers with multiple people comfortably.

It did, however, make it cramped in the rest of the space.

Stefani pulled off her nightgown, baring her naked body. She had a wild smile on her lips as she turned to face me, her hair swaying about her shoulders. Her breasts appeared, round and delicious, her nipples pierced by gold rings. My eyes flicked up and down her body, noting the flushed gleam to her shaved pussy. The tattoo of a dandelion was on her pubic mound. It looked happy, almost like it was smiling.

“Come on,” she said, then ripped at the cardboard box’s end with her teeth. She spat it out into the trash can as she dug out the pregnancy test. “Get naked and in the shower.”

I blinked at that. “Um… What?”

“D’oh, you can’t pee on the floor.”

“I can pee into the toilet, Dandi,” I pointed out, using my pet name for her.

She winked at me.

“What are you up to?” I asked as I drew up my nightgown, exposing my shaved pussy. A wet itched formed in my depths as the silk cloth caressed up my body. My hard nipples drank in the delight of it made. I shivered.

My brassy hair spilled about my face as I took it off, dropping it on the floor. My large breasts swayed. They were large and pillowy. My back arched. I rubbed my lower back while my toes flexed, a sudden nervous swell sweeping over me.

“Let’s do this,” Stefani said, such joy bursting on her youthful face. We were in our twenties, but she still had that girlish face I fell in love with when we were in college.

She seized my hand and pulled me into the shower. I stepped over the sliding door’s track and onto the slip-resistant flooring (Clint wanted no accidents). It was a fancy shower with sprays on all three walls, able to bathe you from every direction if you wanted. The floor was wet and water still beaded on the wall’s tiles from someone’s shower. Stefani knelt before me, a naughty grin on her lips.

She thrust the pregnancy test between my thighs right beneath my pussy. There was an absorbent tip.

“When you’re ready!” she declared.

I bit my lip.

“Well?” she asked after a moment.

“Trying,” I said. Despite the fact my bladder was full, the pee just didn’t want to flow. My toes flexed against the rubbery floor. I swallowed, straining.

“Don’t you have to pee?” she asked, this naughty glint in her green eyes.

“I do,” I said, my voice strained. “It’s weird when you’re standing there.”

“Just think I’m Lee or your aunt,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You don’t have a problem peeing in their mouths.”

“I’m used to peeing in their mouths,” I said. My half-sister Lee and her mother were both humiliation sluts. They loved being pissed on, getting off on the shame. Lee happily drinks Clint’s, Pam’s, and Melody’s piss on a regular basis.

“Well, how’s it much different to pee on a stick?” she asked.

“It just is,” I said, growing annoyed. I strained harder. It was so embarrassing. My girlfriend was right there, holding the applicator to my pussy. She had this look on her face. There was so much pressure on me.

What if I was just two days late? That didn’t mean I was pregnant. I was only off the pill for little more than two weeks. There was no guarantee that my brother had bred me. It could take time. I wanted to be an awesome mother. I wanted to raise my child with love and understanding.

Stefani darted in and sucked on my clit. I gasped as her tongue swirled around my bud. My toes curled as the pleasure surged through me. My bladder clenched as she sucked. I felt so full of pee. I whimpered.

“I’m going to piss!” I gasped, unable to stop it with her sucking.

She popped her mouth off. “Good! Let it flow, Yunie!”

I groaned as it started. The piss spurted from me, splashing yellow on the end of the pregnancy test. It bathed the absorbent end before splashing on my inner thighs, hot and exciting. I groaned, my toes flexing as the tingling, near orgasmic-pleasure rushed through me.

Then, to my shock, Stefani darted her head in, her mouth open. I gasped as I couldn’t stop peeing now. It was flowing out of me in a wild gush. My girlfriend latched her mouth onto my urethra, her lips pressed into my labia.

I peed in her mouth.

“Dandi!” I gasped, my entire body shaking as she gulped down my piss. I could hear her gulping it down. This hot, naughty, depraved rush shot through me.

She sucked at my urethra as my pee flowed out of me. My urine filled her mouth. Her eyes were glossy as they stared up at me. My breasts swayed as she gulped down my urine. She drank it down as I groaned.

My bladder emptied fast. It felt even more intense as I pissed into her mouth. I grabbed the shower bar, gripping it with a deathly clench. I moaned as this strange rush of pleasure flowed through me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. This wild thrill rippled through me.

My piss slowed. A few last spurts splashed into her mouth. Her tongue darted around my urethra, licking at my folds. Pleasure fluttered through me as she stroked me. My moans echoed through the shower as she lapped me clean, her tongue stud hard against my sensitive petals.

“Oh, my god, Dandi!” I gasped, my large breasts heaving as my girlfriend’s tongue darted around my labia. “Yes!”

I was so turned on now. My eyes fluttered as my back arched. Her tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy. She stirred around inside of me. She teased me. Loved me. She drove me wild with the hungry swipes of her tongue.

She darted it around inside of me. Her nose brushed my clit. Her tongue stud rubbed against my silky flesh. My back arched. My tits heaved as her tongue swirled through me. She teased me. She drove me wild. This wild heat shot through me.

Juices flowed out of me. I stared down at my lover as she feasted on me. Her eyes were glossy. My cream flowed. She moaned, her left hand gripping my ass, her right arm pressed into my tit. She still clutched the pregnancy test as she ate me.

“Oh, damn, Dandi!” I moaned, my voice echoing through the shower stall.

It was so hot. Her tongue was teasing me, driving me wild. She ate my pussy with such skill. Her tongue stud caressed over my folds. The contrast between her soft tongue and hard piercing made me shudder.

She brushed my clit.

I bucked, gripping the shower bar as the pleasures shot through me. My clit sparked bliss through my pussy. My orgasm built fast. My eyes fluttered. Stars danced before me as my girlfriend sucked on my bud again.

“Oh, damn, yes, yes!” I moaned, brassy hair flying around my face as it tossed back and forth. “Eat me! Oh, Dandi, you’re such a wicked slut. Oh, yes, yes!”

She nipped my clit and made me buck. My breasts swayed and shook as my orgasm built faster and faster. She was so naughty. Then her tongue darted back into my pussy, soaking in my depths, her hard tongue stud massaging me.

Teasing me.

“Fuck!” I howled.

“Cum, Yunie!” she moaned into my pussy. “Flood my mouth.”

“I already did!” I gasped as she swirled her tongue through me again. She brushed my naughty bits. My body heaved.

I came.

My moans echoed around us as my pussy convulsed around her pierced tongue. I bucked and heaved as the pleasure surged through my body. It spilled hot through me. A wave of gushing rapture that inundated my mind with bliss.

It was incredible. Amazing. My body bucked as my cunt convulsed with such fervor. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes fluttered. My hips wiggled back and forth. This amazing heat surged through my body.

“Yes, yes, Dandi!” I moaned.

My moans echoed around the bathroom. I clutched to the shower bar. My eyes fluttered. This delicious treat burned through me. My cunt convulsed as the juices gushed out of me. I whimpered as she licked them up.

My orgasm peaked. I held there for a moment, floating on bliss.

Then it passed.

“Damn, Dandi,” I moaned, stepping back and leaning against the tiled wall, my hot flesh contrasting with the cold surface. “What was that?”

“Mmm, I just wanted to try drinking some pee,” Stefani said as she stood up, her face smeared in pussy juices. “I don’t want to be like my mother at all. I don’t want to hide any of my desires from you. I always wanted to try that, and I’m glad I did. It was hot. A little bitter, but it was kinky, wasn’t it?”

I nodded my head. “I never… knew you wanted… that.”

“It’s been building in me for a while,” she said, a big grin. “Ooh, you came hard. You found it hot, didn’t you?”

I nodded my head, another wave of dizzying euphoria sweeping over me. This was incredible. Just a wicked heat to enjoy. My hips wiggled back and forth. I groaned, struggling to catch my breath as the pleasure bled out of me.

Then I noticed what was in her hand.

“What’s the results?” I gasped.

Stefani’s green eyes widened. Her round breasts jiggled as she raised up the test, twisting it in her hand. She stared at the test’s plastic window. Then she glanced at me, her look reserved. I bit my lip, my hips wiggling from side to side.

“Well?” I asked, this nervous twist rippling through my stomach.

“I’m sorry, Yunie,” she said, her voice falling.

“Oh, well, just means I get to fuck Clint more.”

“Yeah, he does like fucking his pregnant sisters,” she said nonchalantly.

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry that your preggers,” she said, a naughty grin playing on her lips. “Gonna ruin your figure.”

“You bitch,” I groaned.

She giggled then she kissed me, her lips tasting of my tart pussy. Her tongue darted into my mouth. She swirled it around. Her round breasts pressed into mine as this amazing joy surged through me. I was going to be a mother.

I was going to have my brother’s baby.

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Two hours later, after the entire family celebrated my pregnancy and Clint looking as proud as a rooster strutting through the hen house, it was time for the lesson. I was excited about it, still bubbly from the wonderful news. My hand rubbed at my belly as I trooped through the backyards. All three of our houses were joined together, open, allowing us to stroll through. Some of the children were playing in the sandbox, watched by my mother and Ms. Hiragawa, Pam’s mother.

“This is going to be fun,” Melody said. My half-sister, the only natural blonde in the family, walked beside me. Her blonde hair fell loose while the warm, autumn sun shone down on us. “I have some fun toys in here.”

“Huh?” I said, blinking. “Toys?”

“You are in that happy pregnancy daze,” Melody said. “I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Clint’s child.” She smiled. “That was a wonderful day. I was just giddy. I could hardly focus on my classes the next day.”

“Yeah,” I said, drawing in a deep breath. “But we need to be ready. Focus.”

“Yep,” she said as we reached the back door of the third house. Clit had bought a few years ago. The first two houses were owned by our father. He bought one for my family, and the other for Aunt Vicky. That was back when no one realized that Melody and Lee were his kids, a fiction maintained to the world.

Clint was trying to undo that stigma of incest. To make it legal. California was open in some ways, since everyone thought Melody was his cousin it was okay for them to have sex, but for Alicia, Mom, Aunt Vicky, and myself it was very much illegal.

Not that we cared. We loved it. We were happy.

Melody punched in the code on the back door. It didn’t have a key lock. Clint set it up to keep the kids from getting inside until they were eighteen. We headed inside the play house. It was like a regular house, but there were heavy hooks set in the ceiling that various things could be hung from. Everything from sex swings to manacles to ropes for suspension play.

“What do you got?” I asked and Melody winked at me.

My sister had a playful streak to her that was a little bit like Lee, only Melody wasn’t a humiliation slut. She was dominant, one of Clint’s two queens. She and Pam were his lovers. His girlfriends. His wives if he could get his dream of having bigamy legalized. Melody had that tomboy streak in her. When they were kids, the two were inseparable, each other’s best friends.

We stripped naked as we chatted, my curiosity piqued at what was in that bag. My half-sister was a beauty, her breasts round and beautiful. She was shaved, Clint preferring his women bare, and glistening. She smiled at me, her hair swaying loosely around her face. She didn’t wear it braided any longer. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling.

Clint arrived a few minutes later, pulling off his t-shirt and showing off his muscled body. Melody threw her arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic kiss, his hands gripping her ass. I smiled at the display.

I wished Stefani was here, but Clint didn’t want her throwing off the dynamic. Yet. She would get her chance to get back at her parents. She earned it.

Melody broke the kiss, panting. “Let’s do this!”

Clint shoved down his pants and his hard cock popped, thrusting from him. The doorbell rang. I sauntered to the door, naked and unashamed. The carpet was soft and plush beneath my feet as I moved through the living room. The couch was scotchgarded and there was no end table to get in the way. I reached the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was.

Our guests.

I wrenched open the door and hissed, “Get your slutty, skank ass in here right now, cunt!”

Mrs. Armstrong shuddered then gasped as her husband smacked her rump. “You heard her, slave. Get in there.”

“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice throaty. The closeted dyke was becoming a model sex slave for her husband.

“And strip that dress off,” he added, striding in. There was more of a spine to Mr. Armstrong. He was coming along, learning to dominate his wife. But was it enough? He still seemed… hesitant.

I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong swept by, her auburn hair bouncing. She bit her lip, her green eyes shining. She pretended to be a perfect, Christian wife, but she had kinky desires. She tried to destroy the massage parlor I worked at because we provided extra delights for our all-female clientèle.

Delights the bitch claimed to hate but secretly craved.

“Has she had an orgasm all week?” Clint asked, his voice strong. Melody was pressed against him, her hand idly stroking his cock, her hazel eyes bright.

“No,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Right, slave?”

“Right, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her hands already unbuttoning the frumpy dress she wore. “I’m so horny, dear. I want to cum and cum. May I cum?”

Clint gave a slight shake of his head.

“Not until I tell you,” Mr. Armstrong growled. He was a slender man, tall and with a weak face. He was weaselly.

“Yes, dear.”

Clint smiled as the MILF stripped off her dress. She revealed that she was naked beneath, her breasts round and plump, her nipples dark red, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits jiggled as her hair swept off of her shoulders.

Melody broke from Clint and grabbed her bag. She pulled out a fleshy dildo attached to a harness and thrust it into my hands followed by a pair of anal beads. I smiled, recognizing the same pair that my mom used on Mrs. Armstrong in the hotel room.

“Bitch, put this on me,” I said thrusting my fleshy dildo at the MILF.

Mrs. Armstrong glanced at her husband. “May I, dear.”

“Yes.”

She darted forward towards me, her round breasts jiggled. She reached me, her green eyes glossy. She fell to her knees before me, taking it. I shuddered at my mastery over this bitch. I loved how eager she was to please me. I felt her eyes on my pussy.

“You want to eat me, don’t you?” I growled. “You want to feast on my on my cunt!”

“I do,” she moaned. “I’m a wicked wife. My husband has to control me.”

I stepped into the harness. I shuddered as she pulled it up my thighs and drew it up my flesh. I groaned as she pressed the dildo into my clit, her hands tightening the harness. It was incredible to feel it rubbing on my sensitive bud. It sent this wid rush through me as she adjusted it, sending pleasure through me. My cunt clenched. My toes flexed and throbbed.

Then she ducked her head in and licked my pussy. My girlfriend’s mother fluttered her tongue through my folds. She caressed me. Her tongue stroked me. My eyes squeezed shut as this bliss rippled through my body.

It felt incredible. She gave me this teasing delight. It was wonderful to feel.

“You naughty slut,” I groaned. “Just a pussy-loving dyke. Mr. Armstrong, your wife is a carpet-munching whore!”

“She is,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Enough of that, slave.”

“Yes, dear,” she moaned, pulling her mouth from me, her eyes glossy and her lips gleaming with my cream.

“You’re here to be a faithful wife, not to indulge your depraved desire for pussy,” he growled.

I rolled my eyes. There was nothing wrong with it, but he was still mired in his own beliefs. However, it was clear he liked it. He was already hard, his little cock tenting his slacks.

“Have you been using her?” Clint asked.

“Using her?” Mr. Armstrong asked.

“Yes,” Melody asked as she pulled a naughty dildo out of her bag. It was green and segmented, almost looking like a caterpillar, with a hooked tail. It was designed to wiggle instead of buzz. “Has she been satiating your little dick?”

“She’s given me blowjobs, and I’ve fucked her, but I’m not letting her cum,” Mr. Armstrong said. “We’ve been having a lot more sex.”

“Because you’re being a man,” Clint said. “So let’s see if she’s learning. Your wife can’t cum until you let her.” My brother smiled. “I’ll let you know when that’s time.”

“And we’re going to do such naughty things to you,” Melody said, turning on her vibrator. It undulated, my pussy clenched.

“Suck on my dildo,” I hissed then I popped the anal beads into my mouth. I sucked on them, letting them slide through my lips.

The woman sucked on the tip of my dildo. She bobbed her head, whimpering. Her lips sealed around the toy’s sculpted crown. She moaned, her mouth sliding up and down it, her green eyes glossy. As she worked her mouth up and down the dildo, its base rubbed into my clit.

It was an incredible treat to enjoy. My pussy clenched as the heat surged through my body. My hips wiggled from side to side as the massaging pressure on my clit made me groan. My back arched as this delight shot through me.

My half-sister grinned at me as she brought the dildo to Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy. She thrust it into her cunt. The wiggling toy buried deep into the woman. She gasped. Her eyes widened as she felt it squirming in her pussy. I knew that toy.

The tip was twisting and turning inside of her, its blunted point massaging against her pussy’s walls. The thick shaft torqued in her, caressing her, teasing her. Melody flashed me a wicked grin. She pumped her dildo in and out of the MILF’s cunt, fucking her.

Mrs. Armstrong groaned around my dildo.

I popped the anal beads out of my mouth and grinned at her. “You like that, slut? You like sucking on my dick while getting fucked?”

She whimpered around it.

“I bet you just want to cum,” I purred. “Just show us that you’re a selfish cunt. A bitch that just wants to satiate herself all the time.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, she just wants to cum. She’s dripping wet.” Melody thrust the dildo deep into the woman. Mrs. Armstrong groaned again. Melody licked her lips. “She’s going to cream. This dildo will drive her wild.”

“Show us that you’re a filthy cunt!” I groaned, grabbing Mrs. Armstrong’s fiery hair. I held tight and thrust my dildo into her mouth. I buried it into her. I fucked her hard. I pounded her mouth. My clit throbbed. “You’re just a selfish whore!”

“Mmm, so selfish,” Melody moaned. “You just care about your own pleasures, slut.”

Melody grabbed the MILF’s ass and squeezed. My sister’s hazel eyes stared at me. They shone with delight as she thrust the dildo in and out of the MILF cunt. I shuddered as she slobbered on the fake cock while pleasure rippled through me.

Melody bit the MILF’s ass. Not hard, but she left fading teeth marks. She shuddered, churning her up, driving the MILF wild. I could hear the bitch moan. She sucked hard on the dildo. I could tell that she wanted to cum.

And couldn’t ask.

I grinned, thrusting the dildo hard into her mouth as Clint came up behind Melody. Our brother stroked his cock, a big grin on his face. He winked at me. He had such dark eyes. Handsome eyes. His muscles rippled as he fell to his knees behind our sister. He smacked Melody’s rump with his big dick.

Then he slid the tip down.

“Clint!” Melody moaned as our brother fucked his cock into her cunt. She jammed the dildo deep into the MILF.

“Mmm, tease that bitch,” Clint growled, his hips drawing back and then slamming into my sister. He filled her with his cock. I heard the slap of flesh. “Make her want to cum. But if she does…”

“She’s going to be punished,” growled Mr. Armstrong.

A panicked look crossed Mrs. Armstrong’s face. She sucked harder. She moaned, drool running down her chin. She shuddered, her body trembling. I loved it. I gripped her hair, my tits heaving before me as I fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth. Every thrust pressed that dildo’s base into my clit.

Clint grunted as he pounded Melody. My sister panted, twisting the vibrator in the MILF. It wiggled away in the bitch’s twat. I drove my dildo deeper into the slut’s mouth. I would bury it down her gullet. It would slam down her throat and fill her.

I groaned at the delight of using her. I pounded her. Fucked her. I buried the dildo down her throat. I loved the way she gurgled on it. She moaned, her words muffled by the toy. My pussy juices spilled down my thighs as my heat burned.

“Damn,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Clint, yes, yes, drive me to my orgasm. I’m going to cum so hard!”

“I bet this bitch wants to cum hard!” Clint growled, his hands gripping our sister’s tits. He squeezed them as he pounded her.

“Do you?” gasped Melody, pumping that vibrator in and out of the MILF’s cunt.

I ripped my dildo out of the MILF’s mouth. She gasped and shuddered, drool spilling over her lips. I smacked the fake cock into her face, not hard, just enough to splatter her with saliva. I hissed, “Huh? Do you want to cum.”

“Yes, yes!” the MILF gasped, rocking back into my sister’s thrusting dildo. Her back arched. Her face twisted with rapture. “I want to. Oh, yes, I want to cum. May I, dear! May your nasty, filthy, cheating wife enjoy herself?”

Clint shook his head.

“No,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice throaty.

“Will you disobey?” I demanded, smacking her forehead again. Then I slapped her cheek. “Huh?”

“I’ll be good!” she moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. “But it’s so hard. This dildo is driving me wild. It makes me want to explode. Oh, oh, yes. Dear! Dear! Please, I need to cum!”

“Not until I tell you!” Mr. Armstrong growled. “You swore to be faithful and obedient! You swore it in your vows to God! I’m going to make sure you keep them!”

“Yes, yes, yes, dear!” she howled, her body shaking.

“Oh, damn, I’m going to cum so hard!” Melody moaned. She rocked back into our brother’s thrusts. “Oh, Clint, yes, yes! Fuck me! Pound me. Ooh, I want to explode on this dick. I can cum when I want!”

“Yes!” Clint growled and fucked her harder.

I smacked the bitch’s cheek, the rubbery shaft rippling from the impact. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. “You don’t deserve to ever cum again for being such a terrible mother!”

She shuddered.

“But I want to,” she moaned. “I know I was wicked. I am wicked. Just a dyke-slut. Let me cum, dear! Please, please! I need it!”

“No,” he growled. “You’re so pathetic. I thought you were such a good and loving woman. But you want to eat Zoey’s cunt, don’t you?”

“I do!” Her nose twitched. “She smells so good. Tart and delicious.”

“Do it!” Clint growled. “Press that pussy into her mouth, Zoey.”

“Yes!” squealed Melody.

I shoved my cunt against Mrs. Armstrong’s lips. The dildo thrust over her forehead, twitching and dripping with her saliva. I sucked on the anal beads again, tasting the plastic, as her tongue buried into my cunt. I groaned, trembling, the living room full of moans.

The vibrator buzzed away in her cunt, making her whimper into my pussy. She licked and fluttered her tongue through my twat, driving me towards my orgasm. Melody’s face twisted in rapture. She rocked back into our brother’s thrusts, savoring his cock.

The cock that had bred me.

I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong licked her tongue through my aching pussy. It was such a treat to feel. She swirled her tongue around inside of me. She thrust it deep into my cunt. She feasted on me with such hunger, her eyes desperate.

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned. “I’m going to experience all that bliss you can’t, bitch!”

“Yes!” Melody hissed. “Oh, damn, Clint! Fuck me harder!”

“My queen!” he growled and plowed into her with force.

He fucked her with all his passion. Their flesh slapped together. He made her gasp and moan out in delight. My sister’s face twisted in passion. She wasn’t fighting it. She surrendered to the incestuous bliss fluttering over her.

“Eat my pregnant cunt and make me cum!” I moaned. “Ooh, get that tongue deep into my cunt. Feast on me. You nasty whore. Ooh, yes, yes. I’m going to be such a better mother than you!”

I came.

My climax swept over me fast. Sudden. I was gasping, moaning. I gripped her hair with my free hand, the other clutching the anal beads. The pleasure surged over me. Wave after wave of rapture shot through my body.

“You’re pregnant?” Melody gasped. “Our brother bred you?”

“Yes!” I moaned, my tits heaving as the rapture rushed through me. Mrs. Armstrong licked out my pussy cream. She feasted on me. It felt incredible to feel her tongue lapping at my folds. She ate me with such a desperate hunger as my orgasm burned through me. “You’re going to be a father, Clint! Again!”

“Yes!” he growled and slammed hard into Melody.

“Clint!” gasped my half-sister. “Yes, yes, flood me! Fill me with your cum!”

I shuddered, the vibrator humming away. The air smelled of hot pussy. My tart musk mixed with sweet delight. My nose breathed it in as my body bucked and writhed. My pregnant cunt spasmed, convulsing with joy as my lover’s mother ate me out.

“Fuck!” Clint groaned. His face twisted with passion.

“Clint!” squealed Melody. “I love you! I love my king!”

“My wild queen!” groaned Clint. “Goddamn.”

I shuddered as my orgasm peaked. I released my grip on the MILF’s hair. I stumbled back, panting, the dildo swaying before me. The MILF trembled. I could hear the vibrator wiggling around in her cunt, the other end thrusting out of her. Melody didn’t hold it. She was shuddering in Clint’s arm, her head twisted.

They kissed with passion. I smiled, watching their incestuous love as I came down from my orgasmic high. I wanted Clint to repel incest laws and make bigamy legal. I wanted him to marry Melody and Pam and even Alicia, our little sister who was also his little princess. She was the third closest to him.

Hell, I wanted him to marry our mother, our aunt, Lee, and even those two twins who lived up the street raising Clint’s children with their hot, Japanese mother.

I wanted to marry him. With Stefani. We could all be his wives. It would be so hot.

“Damn,” I moaned, dizzy.

“I need to cum!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “The dildo… Dear, dear! The dildo is driving me wild. I don’t want to be a selfish cunt any longer. I don’t want to be a dyke-slut. I want to be your faithful and obedient wife. But… but…” Her face twisted with rapture. “Please.”

Clint’s hand shot out and, while still kissing my sister, ripped the toy from the MILF’s cunt. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and collapsed on the floor, the dildo buzzing beside her, wiggling and squirming, soaked in her juices.

I smiled at the sight. My body buzzed. I wanted more fun. I wanted to push this bitch to her limits. I wanted to have a wild time. An idea popped into my head.

“Bitch,” I hissed, sinking down onto my back. “Come ride my dildo reverse cowgirl style. I want to see that ass. I’m going to thrust these anal beads into your rectum and make you explode. I know how much you love that.”

Mrs. Armstrong whimpered.

“Do it,” her husband hissed, sounding so wimpy like he was out of control. He was masturbating in the corner, jerking his little cock.

Mrs. Armstrong stumbled to her feet. She reached me and went to straddle me facing forward, her tits heaving. She grabbed the dildo, guiding it to her pussy. I could see her cunt looked raw and flushed through her bush.

“I said reverse!” I hissed. “Turn around.”

“Sorry,” she groaned, her face flushed.

She twisted around, her gorgeous ass coming into sight. She grabbed the shaft and guided it to her pussy. She sank down on it, whimpering as her pussy engulfed my shaft. I groaned, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm.

The pressure felt even better. Sparks flared through me.

Clint whispered to my half-sister. Melody nodded and purred in delight. She rose to her feet and clamped a hand over her pussy. Clint’s dick bobbed, covered in her juices. She darted over to me and then grinned as she straddled my head, pulling her hand away as she lowered her shaved twat to my face.

Clint’s cum poured out of her pussy before she reached my mouth. Her pussy lips were more developed than they had been at nineteen, the first time I ate her out. It coated her labia and then a drop fell and landed on my mouth.

Salty cum sweetened by her yummy cunt.

My half-sister settled her sloppy twat on my mouth. I groaned and flicked my tongue out through her lips. I shuddered, feasting on her creampie. She shuddered over me, her ass clenched before my eyes. She wiggled from side to side, letting Clint’s cum spill out of her.

“Mmm, thrust those anal beads into her ass,” Melody moaned. “And you, slut, ride that dildo. I want you gasping and moaning and cumming. You know you want to cum.”

“I do,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she rose up the shaft. It shifted on my clit. “I want to cum so badly.”

She slammed down it, grinding the dildo’s base into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned into my sister’s pussy. I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet depths and scooped out more of Clint’s wonderful cum. At the same time, I pressed my anal beads forward. I was blind, working by feel.

Mrs. Armstrong rode my cock. She moaned and gasped, my clit throbbing and aching. Pleasure spilled through my body. I moaned my joy into my sister’s sloppy cunt as I slid the anal beads’ tip around the MILF’s asshole.

I found her crack.

“Now go down,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Zoey, lower! Lower!”

I moved the tip down as my body trembled. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking up more of the salty jizz pouring out of her cunt along with her sweet cream. Melody grabbed my big boobs, squeezing them as I moved the anal beads.

“Right there!” gasped Melody. “Oh, no, you moved away. Okay, go a little lower and… Darn it!”

It was hard. Mrs. Armstrong rode me, working up and down my fake cock and make my pussy burn with the heat sparking from my throbbing clit. I had to work by feel, sliding the anal beads’ tip up and down the moving crack.

I felt a divot.

“That’s it!”

Thrust.

Mrs. Armstrong groaned as I felt her asshole engulfing the anal beads. I shoved them forward, feeling each time a bigger and bigger orb reached her sphincter. There was more resistance with each one. I thrust harder, driving each bead into her asshole.

“Yes, yes, her asshole’s swallowing them!” moaned Melody. “Ooh, Zoey, this is so hot. She’s going to cum!”

“No!” the MILF moaned. “Not without your permission, dear!”

“Not yet,” Clint said.

“No,” her husband growled.

I shuddered at Clint’s mastery of the situation. My brother was a hunk. I gripped the anal bead’s end, a ring my finger was thrust through. I could pull them out at any moment, giving the MILF a sudden burst of pleasure as she rode my dildo.

“You’re going to cum so hard,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, just like I am. My sister’s tongue is deep in my yummy snatch.”

“I bet you taste good, Melody,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “Oh, dear, I have to cum. This dildo. Oh, god, this dildo!”

“I think we’ve heard enough of her whining,” Clint said. “Let me shut her up. Suck my dick clean. Taste Melody’s cunt, bitch.”

I groaned as I heard the married MILF sucking on my brother’s cock before her husband’s eyes. She was cuckolding him again. Mr. Armstrong groaned as he watched. I moaned into Melody’s pussy, the pleasure building and building in my pussy.

Mrs. Armstrong rode the dildo fast and hard. She was driving me towards a screaming orgasm. I shuddered, my toes curling as the heat surged through me. This was incredible. It was such a delight to experience.

My tongue darted through Melody’s folds. I searched for more of Clint’s incestuous seed. I couldn’t find any more salty drops. I whimpered in disappointment while the MILF moaned around Clint’s dick. His cock was in her mouth.

“Yes, yes, fuck her mouth,” hissed Melody. “Ooh, I love watching my king use a bitch. And your wife is a bitch, Mr. Armstrong.”

“She is,” the weak man groaned. “She’s sucking your cock clean, Clint.”

“You’ll have to punish her for that,” Clint groaned. “For licking Zoey’s cunt and sucking my dick without your permission.”

“Yes!”

I whimpered in delight. My pregnant pussy clenched. I was so close to cumming. I gripped the ring at the end of the anal bead, so ready to yank it. The MILF rode the dildo, working it in and out of her cunt, teasing me. My toes curled. The pleasure flowed through me. This wild heat burned in the depths of my twat.

I was so close. I was almost there. A little more, and I would explode.

The MILF slammed her pussy down my dildo. My clit throbbed and ached. I thrust my tongue deep into Melody’s twat. She groaned atop me, her fingers massaging my big boobs. The pleasure tingled down to my pussy.

A few more drops, but enough.

As Mrs. Armstrong rose up the dildo, I squealed in orgasmic rapture into my sister’s cunt. My pregnant pussy convulsed. Pleasure shuddered through me. I trembled on my back, my heart pounding rapture through my chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, stars bursting before my eyes.

“Ooh, Zoey’s cumming just the way you want to!” gasped Melody. “Oh, you naughty bitch. You’re going to cum sucking my brother’s dick clean of my pussy. You love it!”

Mrs. Armstrong moaned.

My body bucked. My arm yanked.

I ripped the anal beads out of Mrs. Armstrong’s asshole as the pleasure bathed my mind in ecstasy.

I felt each bead pop out of her sphincter. In two heartbeats, I had yanked them all out of her bowels. The MILF squealed in rapture. Hot cunt juices gushed down the dildo and soaked my cunt. I gasped, my clit throbbing. New rapture exploded through me.

I set off her orgasm.

“She’s cumming!” I howled. “The selfish bitch is cumming!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Melody gasped, grinding on me. “She is. She’s cumming hard and… and… Zoey!”

My sister’s incestuous juices flooded my face. They bathed me. I drank them down. I licked up that sweet delight seasoned with some salty cum that must have flowed out of her from deeper in her twat. I drank it down, my eyes squeezing shut as I savored this moment.

“Fuck!” Clint growled. “Your wife is a whore. She can’t even follow simple directions.”

“Have to punish her!” Mr. Armstrong groaned, his voice throaty. Was he cumming?

“Yes!” Clint growled.

Melody spilled off of me, lying on the ground, twitching beside me. I blinked, watching Mrs. Armstrong’s back. Clint was over her, fucking her mouth. I trembled as my orgasm peaked. I held at the pinnacle of rapture while staring into my brother’s dark, hungry eyes. I breathed in deeply, the air perfumed by my sister’s musk.

My orgasm died.

Clint ripped his cock out the married MILF’s mouth. I could see him fisting himself. His face twisted with pleasure. Then he growled. The MILF gasped. I could tell he was splattering her face with his cum, her head shaking.

“Just a filthy, nasty, married slut!” Clint snarled, bathing her face in his hot seed.

“Yes!” I moaned, the MILF squirming on the dildo, massaging it into my clit. “We’re going to have to punish you.”

“You’re in so much trouble, slave,” growled her husband. “You just let another man cum on your face.”

“I’m sorry, dear!” the MILF howled. “I’m just so weak. I love it. I love cumming!”

I shuddered as my pleasure died into buzzing bliss. I heard movement and just noticed Stefani watching, a big smile on her face. I shuddered in delight and knew that the next part of the lesson would be wild.

Mrs. Armstrong was a naughty slut. Again.

To be continued…

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