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New story, enjoy!

This is a new story, if you like it, please say something nice, if you don’t, oh well. Also: I am not a professional author, so if you’re the kind of person who gets off on pointing out grammatical and spelling errors, then I feel sorry for you. Also, ewww, get a life!

“All in favor of killing Becky, raise their hands?”

Four hands shot up instantly.

“It’s agreed, we kill the bitch. As soon as possible.”

Oh, don’t worry, dear reader, we’re not really planning on killing someone. We’d like to, but we’re not that violent or bloodthirsty. Becky is, or was, I should say, our bass player in our band, the Pastels. So named because of our love of 80’s new wave, power pop and we all dress the part with big hair, pastels, etc. I play guitar and sing lead, Deanna plays lead guitar and sings, Kim plays keyboards, Violet plays drums and sings, and Becky had been our bass player who also sang some leads. The bitch had been very reliable until she got a boyfriend who also played, and she’d sat in with his band, and now had taken a regular gig with them leaving us in the lurch. We also had our biggest show coming up on Friday night at a decent sized club, and no bass player. At one point we’d been a power trio with me on bass, but I can’t sing that well while I’m playing bass, and our material was too complicated now to even try.

“I can do some of your guitar parts, could we maybe minimize some of it?” asks Kim.

I shake my head as does Deanna. “Too much to change, and face it, maybe 5 songs we could pull off like that, everything else requires all of us.” We’d developed a pretty good set, and we’d worked damn hard at getting tight and polished. Now Becky’s betrayal was going to hurt us, big time. You bail on a big gig, kiss any hope of getting more of them goodbye.

Deanna is lost in intense concentration.

“Earth to Deanna, come in Deanna!” I call.

She looks up with a smile. “I have the answer. Khaos.”

Khaos works at the Hot Gear Warehouse. He knows…..every musician within a hundred miles. He’s weird, he has a lazy eye, and he’d ogle the shit out of all of us, but he’d know someone who could fit the bill. The guy’s a creep, but he is pretty useful in these situations. He hooked me up in my first paying gig five years ago because he remembered that I’m a huge Matthew Sweet fan and knew all of his stuff. We decide to stop on by. Hot Gear Warehouse is not a fence, it’s legal, but the name sounds good and it’s best place to buy if you’re on a budget, and if you know the people well, they’ll help you find some great stuff, my Rickenbacker 325 was bought there as was my Telecaster.

Khaos mans the counter, and he leers as we come in.

“My favorite colors, but y’all are missing one, where’s Teal?” He named us after the colors, which we hadn’t thought of, so we all coordinated our outfits to go with it.

“Teal, aka Becky, has gone bitch on us and bailed for her boyfriend’s shitty grunge band. We are now fucked unless we find a bass player that we can get set up on our set list by Friday and make a good show of it.” I tell him. “Who is floating around in that incredible brain of yours that can do the job, oh wise one?” A little flattery never hurts.

He looks me up and down, looks Deanna up and down, and decides that Violet is the most ogle worthy in the band and checks her out pretty intently. Despite being the youngest, she’s pretty sharp and she takes something out of her pocket and drops it.

“Ooooops. Dropped that. I’ll have to get it.” and she slowly, and exaggeratedly bends over to pick it up and gives Khaos a great view of her ass and legs as she’s wearing shorts. His breath catches and as she stands back up she winks at me.

“Sooo…do you know of anyone that can help us, you sweet man?” she asks him with her most air headed look and voice. Khaos is putty in her hands.

“Bass, backing vocals, fast study, knowledge of most 80’s stuff, and cute would be good, right?” He keeps these categories in his head somehow, with no written record or computers, he’s actually pretty smart.

“We’d settle for a Labrador at this point.” says Deanna. “As long as we can take the stage without a problem.”

“How’s your Dutch?” he asks.

“Our Dutch? What does that have to do with it?”

“She’s Dutch, but she speaks good English and knows a LOT of material, so language shouldn’t be a problem, but it never hurts to ask, does it?”

“Okay, is she cool, sharp and is she a druggie? You know a few drinks are cool, but we’re a drug-free band.”

“She’s clean as a whistle, very nice, funny and a recent transplant from Rotterdam. I think you’ll get along all right, except she’s not going to fit your look, she’s got short hair.”

“Pfft!” says Deanna. “As long as she can play, who cares about her hair? Give us the number you-“

“Well, thank you so much, could you please give us her number se we can make our big gig this weekend? You’re so sweet to help us.” Violet’s got this guy all figured out. He rapidly scribbles out a number on a post it note and hands it to her. She caresses his hand softly as she takes it, as if to hint that she can’t wait to see him again, although she’s most likely revolted by him. “Thanks again Mr. Khaos, you’re such a huge help, will you be at our show?”

“Uh yeah, yeah, I will, you playing Circus?”

“Oh, we’re at Dante’s House, I’ll put you on the guest list!” she purrs.

We leave him grinning like an idiot and for once, he only eyes one of us instead of all of us.

The second we are out of his view she mimes puking.

“Yeah, he’ll be on the guest list, just below my boyfriend, who will most likely snap him in two. Ewww! Let’s just hope this chick can play!”

I punch in the number and hope. It rings three times and a very pleasant voice answers.

“Hallo! Wie is dit?..Wait. I am sorry, who is this please?”

“Hi! My name is Kayla, and I play guitar for a band called the Pastels. Our bass player quit on us and we have a big show on Friday night. Khaos said you might be able to help us out and he said you were pretty good.”

“He is very nice, but he…looks at me funny. He said he does knows lots of bands though.” She spoke with a bit of accent, but it was charming. “What type of stuffs does your band play?”

“We play mostly 80’s new wave and pop stuff. Sometimes we play originals, but not this weekend.”

“Is, um, sorry, are you the only girl in the band? Or are all of you girls?” she asks.

“All girls, and we’re all pretty nice. You want to give us a try?”

“Okay, I tries it, where do I go, and please give me nice directions, my family has only been here three months, and I gets lost easily.”

I give her directions and a brief set list and we agree to meet up in three hours. We head back to my house where we rehearse and get ready to go.

Two hours and 38 minutes later there’s a knock on the door. Liese is about five foot two, with a pixie cut hairdo, and she’s slim and in good shape, and she’s got big blue eyes with long lashes. We’ve found our Jane Weidlin! We head out to my garage and Kim helps her get her amp out of her car. We’re already tuned up and set, but she opens up her case to reveal her Rickenbacker 4001, which is finished in neon green, and she’s tuned up in less than three minutes. We’re impressed.

She does a quick check on her mic, and stands ready.

“Okay, I don’t knows which keys we’re in so tell me, or just start and I’ll pick it up. I’ll try the singing as we go, is that all right?”

“Sounds good Liese, we’re starting off with “Goodbye To You”.”

We launch into it and there’s a few seconds as she adjusts to us and then we start to click. She’s very solid and she watches us closely to see if we make any changes, and she kicks in her vocal at just the right spot with the rest of the girls, and makes a lightning quick adjustment as she’s on the same note that Deanna is, we finish up and we all look at her with respect.

“Very nice, Liese, good catch on the vocals. You want to try ‘One Thing Leads To Another’?”

She nods and grins. “It’s one of my favorite, you know, lots of bass!”

We start up and she does know it well, and I realize she’s better than Becky was, a more fluid, natural style compared to Becky’s overly tight playing. I’m surprised as she takes a deeper note on the background vocals, but it sounds good! The rehearsal gets better and better, and now she’s dancing a bit as she plays, and throws in a few heavy metal moves with me as Deanna blasts out her solos. We offer her a chance to sing lead on two songs and she does them well enough that they go back into our set, and in between songs, she and Violet obviously work well together as they jam little bits and pieces.

We finish up and she grabs a notebook out of her case and jots down all sorts of information. “Is it okay if I make a few cards with notes so I get all the keys right?” She laughs when Kim holds up her little notebook/cheat sheet and shows her.

We take a short break and she tells us a bit about her family moving from Rotterdam for her father’s career.

“I am old enough I could have gotten my flat and stayed, but to see America? To not have to get a job for six months because father and mother want me to see all of this? I say ‘Let’s go!’, and now I can play here, too?”

“Actually,” I say, ‘we may have to look into you not actually being officially part of the band just yet. Are you allowed to work on your visa?”

“I’m not sure yet. Let me check with father on that. Now let’s get back to work. Can we try some stuff I likes?” She suggests a few songs and we give them a try, they sound good and so does she. She’s also very cute. She’ll fit the look, and I wonder if I can snag some of the stuff from Becky as far as the clothes so she can be our new “Teal”.

We’re done for the day, and she makes a list of songs she wants to really get better at, even though she wowed us completely. Violet, Kim and Deanna head out to grab some pizza and see a movie, and I offer Liese dinner as I’m getting ready to cook.

“You play guitar, sing and cook? You’re very talented. Mother is not happy that I can’t cook well. She says all girls should know, but I tell her restaurants were made so we don’t have to cook. Thank you, I will be happy to have dinner here. I can’t cook, but if you need me to set table, or wash up after, I can do that.”

I laugh. “No, I’m not exactly a great cook, just having some pasta, sauce and a salad, and I’ll put it all in the dishwasher afterwards. Um, I didn’t even think to ask, how old are you?”

“I’m 23, why do you ask?”

“Have to make sure you can play in the club, you have to be at least 18 to be in the band. Also, there’s some wine in the refrigerator if you want. I’m having a glass, or there’s soda, or juice or water or….nope, I think that’s it.”

“I’ll pour the wine then. Where are the glasses?”

I tell her and she pours as I get dinner cooking. We toast to new friends and talk. She wants to be a fashion designer some day, and I tell her my dream of making it big as a musician. I tell her about my four previous bands, and the lone CD I’ve written, and she asks to hear it. I put it on and she’s impressed. She tells me her musical experiences and the two previous bands she was in. We eat a leisurely dinner, chat more, get to know each other, compare influences and I find she’s a big fan of several of mine. In short, she’s very charming and sweet, and I see the band being much better with her in it.

We finish dinner and I toss everything in the washer and we head into my living room. Mom and Dad retired to Florida three years ago, and offered the house to me and my older sister, rent free as long as we take care of it, and it’s a good deal. My sister is currently vacationing with her boyfriend in Mexico, so I’m all by myself for the next three weeks, and I’m already a bit lonely.

She sees my acoustic guitars on their stands and asks if it’s ok if she plays one. I tell her to pick whichever she likes and have fun. She grabs my Ovation and I grab my Takamine and we sit down on the giant twin bean bags for some jamming. She knows a ton of stuff and we have a blast as we have a little more wine, and I notice that she’s very, very good on guitar.

“You’re just as good on guitar as you are bass. Have you ever played guitar in a band?”

“I have to concentrate too hard to play guitar in a band. Like this? Sure, I’m relaxed, put an audience in front of me? I am so nervous I almost pee my pants!” she says with a giggle. “Bass is easier, and I can dance along with the groove, unlike guitar.”

Dance she did. She looked good doing it, too. Why am I thinking about that? She’s really, really cute. Why is that in my head? I’m not gay. This is getting weird. I offer to show her some of my stage clothes and we head to my bedroom. Why did I offer to show her? I…do not know.

“This is my main outfit, I call it my Madonna set up, and it looks the part, and we all try to match it up. Sometimes we’ll go all preppy and wear polo shirts and shorts with neon ankle socks and colored shoes. Sometimes we go all spandex and play the headbanger girl bit, but we always have our hair stuff matching in the pastel colors, hence our name. I’m green, Deanna is orange, Violet is purple, Kim is yellow and you’ll be teal!”

As I dig through my drawers I find the teal head scarf and teal bow and I hand them to her.

“Your first uniform for the band! If Becky gives me some of the stuff back we’ll be okay, if not, we can head to the mall and get some more stuff. It won’t match perfectly, but it’ll be close enough, try the scarf on!”

It looks good, but her mind and mine are on the same page.

“My hair’s not long enough, but I can put a hairpiece on and it’ll look right.”

“You look all right just the way you are from where I stand.” It slipped out. “I have no idea why I said that!”

She turns, gives me a big smile and tosses the scarf back on the dresser.

“I think you know why. I don’t know if you really know what you are thinking now, I think you’re a…you’re confused about what you think.”

“I’m not confused, I just thought that you’ll look good in the band.” I said that a little too fast for my own liking.

“No, that’s not what you think. What you think is that I…look pretty in…um, you know, in a sexy way.” Her smile grows bigger with those words. The odd part is, she’s right. She is incredibly beautiful right now, and I am thinking things I have never thought before.

“I think you look at me like you maybe want to do more than just be friends. Am I right?” she asks quietly.

“I have a boyfriend.” I said it with little conviction. I sort of do, but James is currently in my doghouse.

“So you have a boyfriend? I left one behind in Rotterdam, and I met a nice guy here that I have gone out with three times, and the last time we had sex. It doesn’t means I can’t like you. It doesn’t means that you can’t like me, either. It really doesn’t mean anything. Only things that matters is what we want right now. Kayla, what do you wants right now?”

I am now scared to death.

“To….maybe kiss you?” I whisper.

Her smile is now a huge grin. “Silly! Then ask me, and I will, or maybe I just does the kissing first, yes?”

She pulls me close and kisses me. I have never kissed a woman before, and I don’t know what to expect. The warm feelings and kind of rush was not what I expected. I kiss back and we both enjoy it, and her arms pull me closer and wrap around me, and mine wrap around her waist.

I am now totally into kissing a girl, and enjoying the hell out of it, but I have no idea what to do next. She apparently knows her way around, so I’ll let her lead. She eventually pulls me over to my bed and we fall down on it and keep kissing, but as our tongues get more involved, I feel her fingers across my breasts as she caresses me, and it doesn’t just make me tingle, it makes me wet! She stops kissing to smile at me and stroke my breasts, and then tells me that the shirt is kind of in the way. I laugh and remove it, and instead of taking any further time, I unsnap my bra and let it fall. She gives out a wolf whistle that makes me blush and giggles as I do, and then she lowers her mouth to softly lick my nipple. I let out a sigh of pleasure as a small shiver runs through me.

She kisses, licks and caresses my breasts and my pussy is now dripping wet. She smiles again. “You are okay? I’ll …be…slow, take my…time. OK?”

I am VERY ok with that!

She laughs at my enthusiastic nod and reaches down and pulls her shirt off to reveal a dainty white lace bra that snaps in the front, I reach up and undo it and it falls to reveal a beautiful pair of small, but lovely tits, with small, very pink nipples that stand upright. I have never until that moment looked at a woman’s body with desire, but I want to kiss and suck on them too! I push her backward and start to kiss them and I take one nipple into my mouth and suck it gently. She lets out a soft moan as I do, and I suck it again. One hand of hers rests on the back of my head gently, and I feel her moving around with the other, but I am entranced by her lovely body.

I lick them and she begins to move around and I realize her other hand is trying to remove her jeans. I stop and assist her in pulling them off and tossing them on the floor, and I don’t even give her a chance to pull off her panties as I slip my fingers under the band and pull them off to reveal her smooth pussy. I catch my breath as I see, and now I am…filled with desire for her.

I start to remove my jeans, but she takes over for me, and pulls them away. I’m wearing mismatched underwear, but she slides my panties off and she lets out what can only be called a lustful sigh as she eyes my trimmed landing strip.

Quietly, and under her breath I hear her say “So the red hair is not the real thing, yes?” and I laugh.

“No, it’s not, you silly girl, but I don’t think that’s going to bother you at all, is it?”

“No, it is not.” She kisses me passionately again, and we lie together naked. She starts to kiss down my body and she again caresses and sucks my nipples, but this time her fingertips brush between my legs, and I think she’ll be embarrassed by my wetness, but she isn’t. She slips a finger between my pussy lips and strokes me up and down for a moment, and lifts her hand to show me as she licks and sucks her finger. It makes me even hotter as it is so erotic.

She continues to touch, kiss and stroke my body all the way down until she reaches my aching pussy and then she pushes my legs apart and leans in to kiss my wet lips and she kisses me with the same passion she showed the other lips! I let out a low yowl of pleasure as it feels so good, and I hear her catch her breath. My pleasure makes her feel that way? Oh my god, this is so…sensual, so moving…..so….loving…

She focuses on just the lips with her tongue making the occasional drive inside of me, and it feels like nothing else I’ve ever known! I’ve had guys lick me, but not well or so passionately! Her hands aren’t idle as she caresses my hips, my thighs, or she just reaches up to stroke my fingers and hands….

I feel her blow on my clit, and then she just flicks her tongue across it, and it’s like a little jolt of electric pleasure. She does it again, and again, and my body responds each time by getting wetter and wetter and then she gently bites down on it with just her lips, but I can’t help it as I orgasm with a groan, and I think she’s going to stop. My orgasm only encourages her as she sucks it as hard as she can, and bites down on it again and again and I erupt in a second orgasm with a scream that is pure joy, but still she won’t let up on me! She goes back to suck my lips and dart her tongue into me, taking deep licks up my pussy to the clit and now she uses her fingers to stroke my aching hole, and sucks deeply on my clit again as I come yet again, and by now I’ve lost control!

As the shudders of pleasure continue, she uses her fingers to press on my clit, but sucks the lips as she does and her tongue slides into me and I come like I never have before! I’m shaking like a bucking bronco, and my hips are going every which way as I push her face deeper into me! She licks and sucks as hard as she can and my orgasm seems to last for a solid minute as I make more noise than I ever have!

She stops, and the tremors of bliss slowly subside. I gasp in relief that the intensity is over, but I cry with joy over the feelings I have for this beautiful girl who made me feel this way.

“How you feel now, Kayla? You like it with girls?” she asks with an impudent smile.

“Oooohhh Liese, that was so good! I’ve never felt anything like it!” I gush.

“That’s ’cause girls know whats girls like! I bet boys gives better blowjobs, too!” she says with a giggle.

“I’ll have to ask around on that, don’t know for sure!” For some reason this sends us off in a fit of giggling.

We come down and cuddle together, and she curls up under my arm as we kiss.

“I don’t know, I’ve only known you a few hours, but I think I like you lots, Kayla. I’m not for causing trouble with your boyfriend though.”

“Um, James will have to deal with it. I think I like you lots, too. Enough to see how this works out. You’re very sweet, as well as pretty good in bed!” I say with a wicked smirk.

She laughs and runs her fingers through my hair.

“Liese? Do you want me to….lick you like you did me? I will, but I’ve never done it so I don’t know if I’ll be very good at it.” I’m worried that my inexperience could derail this before it gets going.

“If you want to, I would love that, but I liked pleasing you. Feel me, I get very wet when I do that for a girl. You don’t have to.”

“I’ll try my best, I want to hear you make the same kind of noise I made….”

“Oh. Then I try to help you by telling you what I likes. You should always start off though with lots of kisses. Lots and lots of kisses.” she says with a grin. I take her face in my hands and kiss away. Her lips are soft and sweet, had I known kissing girls was like this, I’d have tried it ages ago!

I kiss and kiss, and then I slowly move to kiss her nipples, which are fully erect and just begging for attention. I take the one and lick it, and then softly take it in between my lips and suck it only to hear her let out a soft moan. I feel my own heat build as she does, and now I understand this kind of desire, to please her only makes my own pleasure the greater! Why did I never feel this with a guy?

I continue to lick and suck them and she only gives me direction when I bite down too hard, but she softly tells me I am doing well as her little sighs of pleasure continue, and I slide my fingers down to caress her smooth pussy. I don’t know what she likes, but I know I love to slide my fingers up and down just on the edge of the lips, so I do that and I’m rewarded by a little bit of wetness and a small yip of pleasure, and I continue. I gently slide my index finger to the top of her wetness and gently stroke her clit, which is bigger than mine and engorged so I rub it as I softy bite down on her nipple and this time I elicit a muffled scream as she caresses the back of my head! I am making her feel good!

I can’t delay any longer, but before I go down on her, I pull my finger up and show her as I suck it softly and taste a woman for the first time! It is….different, but I like it, and now I simply have to taste her fully! I slowly glide my tongue up her lips to flick it against her clit, and she writhes in bliss as I do, I suck on it and her hips buck and twist, and I softly bite down on it and she gasps!

She murmurs softly. “Oh baby, dat voelt goed! Alstublieft, niet stoppen!” I don’t speak Dutch, but I’m convinced it’s not a complaint!

“Do you like me tasting you, baby?” I ask softly and in between licks.

“Ja, heel veel! You are making me feel so sexy!”

I lick and suck her with everything I’ve got and she continues to moan and gasp as I pleasure her, and now I reach down between my own legs to rub my clit because I am just about soaking myself! It feels so fucking hot to make this beautiful goddess scream with pleasure! I drive my tongue as deep as I can, and use my free hand to tap against her clit, as my other hand takes care of my own, it’s awkward, but it feels so good!

“Mijn God! Ik kom! Oh, I am coming for you!” and with that shout, her smooth pussy gushes forth and it soaks my face, but I stick my tongue out and try to get as much of her juices in my mouth as possible! She shakes and shudders and bucks back and forth, but then she begins to slowly calm down and even as she relaxes, little quakes of pleasure wash over her lithe body and she punctuates them with soft sighs as she falls backwards to the pillows. My own orgasm isn’t so spectacular, but it’s good, and it was with her, which makes it better.

I pull myself up to face her and kiss her deeply.

“Liese, you…….are amazing.”

She opens her eyes and shyly smiles at me.

“You….make me feel so…special…thank you for being with me…”

“You’re welcome, was I okay at it?”‘

She grabs me and squeezes my butt. “What you think? I grab everyone’s butt? No, I only do that if you makes me feel real nice…and I feel, really, really nice.”

We cuddle and enjoy the afterglow of our lovemaking and we just talk. We shower together and she spends the night in my arms. I not only have a fabulous bass player, but I think I have my first girlfriend! Thank you, Becky, I never thought your being selfish would pay off, but I guess I was wrong!

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My is Wife is 54 Learning about Lesbians

So, after about an hour Dottie pulled my wife close to her and spooned her on the bed her big tits and hairy pussy rubbing up against my wife’s ass. See, baby the good thing is you just got the shit fucked out of you ,and your old man will never know, other than the smell of your cum all over you !!
Call him, tell him you have had a little to much to drink you are going to have your friend Dottie drive you to her house to stay the night ,you be home in the morning. My wife, being ever reluctant started to resist,but Dottie would have none of it. “Call him,cunt,or you will be sorry.” With that she called me, told me the story, and I told her ,”great,that I would see her tomorrow.”
No that was not so hard was it baby,Dottie said to my wife, c’mon get into the truck,don’t bother dressing,just bring your clothes. My wife grabbed her clothes and climbed into the truck buck naked.
Dottie lived about a half hour away in a secluded area in a farmhouse.
As Dottie stopped the truck Dee wondered what she had gotten herself into. Dottie reached over pulled Dee to her, and kissed her hard pulling the back of her head to her forcing her to accept Dottie’s tongue into her mouth. She could smell her pussy on Dottie’s breath.C’mon honey, the night is young.
As they entered the farmhouse,Dee could not help but notice the lesbian art, and other items in the house. Just throw your clothes over there, you won’t be needing them tonight,Dottie said laughing.
Hungry ? “No thank you, Dee said.
Well, I’m going to grab something, I’m going to need the energy !
Dee felt very awkward, not having clothes on, but Dottie had went into another room, so for the moment it was bearable.
That didn’t last for long. Dottie came out naked as well,her saggy big tits swaying.She told Dee to take her hand,there is something I want to show you.They walked into a dark room, Dee could not see a thing.Dottie shut ,then latched the door. The she turned the light on ,and the sight made Dee’s blood run cold. The room looked like something out of a Medevil dungeon ! Whips, and chains,tables,straps and all kinds and sizes of dildos, and sex toys.
“No, no I’m not doing this,I’m getting out of here,said Dee.As she went by Dottie, she felt a sharp jab of a needle, in her shoulder,”I don’t think so baby’,said Dottie.
Dee woke up strapped down on a table, her legs strapped in stirrups, exposing her pussy and asshole to Dottie.”Sorry, about that, but I can’t have you leave until you are fully trained!
I’m going to give you some small things to remember this by. “What,what are you going to do?,asked Dee. I’m just going to give you some jewelry, I know you like jewelry right?,Yea,said Dee.

Dottie turned to a table,and turned to produce some alcohol,which she rubbed on Dee’s pussy. Wait, you said jewelry!,Well baby a clit ring IS jewelry ! NO,cried Dee !No !!
But Dottie got a forceps and pulled Dees clit out into the light,holding the forceps,pierced the hood with a 14g needle,Dee let out a bloodcurdling scream,crying. The worst is over baby, the burning is just the alcohol, it will pass. Dottie pulled a solid gold clir ring out of the door and threaded it through Dee’s clit! Beautiful, baby you should see, a little piece of gold peeking out of your bush !
Dee’s tears started to subside,”than god that’s over.” Well, almost said Dottie.”What, no,more,no more! Well, just a little more honey. Have I told you how much I love those big hard nipples of yours? They are hard all the time!”Yea, from breastfeeding says Dee.
Dotties starts wiping down Dee’s nipples with alcohol, by now Dee knew what was coming next.Please don’t hurt me,said Dee.
Pain and pleasure,my baby,pain and pleasure. With that Dottie grabbed Dee’s tit and pierced her nipple with the same 14g needle,threaded a gold nipple ring in it, and then did the other. See, that wasn’t so bad I put some lidocaine gel on your nipples.
Are we done?, asked Dee. For now baby. Can I get up please. Not quite yet, my little slut. With that Dottie, release the part of the table that was supporting Dee’s head and removed it,causing Dee’s head to drop over the table.Her head was just below waist height now. Time for your first lesson,bitch.With that Dottie walked over spread her thick thighs and covered Dee’s face. You want to breath again, you better start eating my pussy,bitch.Dee struggled, she wasn’t a lesbian, she would never do this,but she could not breath her mouth and nose were covered by Dottie’s hairy,gushy pussy !! Stick out your tongue,get it in my pussy,and start eating, or so help me I’ll bury you where no one will find you,said Dottie.With that Dee’s head started to bob from side to side,darting her tongue in and out of the gash covering her face.
Thats it baby,almost here, almost,finally Dottie,left out a gutteral grunt, and her juices sprayed all over Dee’s face and hair! O yea baby, you are a good little pussy eater !!
Now, lets see how good you are at rimming assholes ! With that she turned around and pushed her brown hairy asshole onto Dee’s face. Same deal cunt, eat and rim my ass or die! Now, Dottie’s asshole was not the cleanest, pieces of shit, toilet paper hanging on the hairs, but Dee had no choice. Stick your tongue in my asshole, fuck it with your tongue! Dee stiffened her tongue, and pushed it past the wrinkles in to the pink crevice. Ok, baby, that will do for now.
Can I get off this now please? asked Dee.In a minute I have something for you. She reached to the table and pulled a dog collar off, and placed it around Dee’s neck. Perfect! Dottie unstrapped Dee, and she fell off the table ,sweaty,cum covered, blood trickling from her nipples and clit. As she sat up Dottie placed straps around her wrists and ankles with clasps on them. Dottie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the floor where there were four eye bolts. On your hand and knees my little bitch!
Dottie snapped all four clamps into the eye bolts, as to place her in the “doggie position. How appropriate baby.Dottie went out of the room and Dee hear her open the front door,Brutus house! yelled Dottie. Then Dee heard Dottie close the door,next thing Dee saw the biggest dog she had ever seen in her life!
…Now Brutus was a Great Dane, his cock when it was unsheathed was about 10 inches long and 4 inches in diameter before it was knotted.
No! No! Cried my wife as she struggled against the leather straps o her wrists and ankles!
I’d gag you but I want to her this said Dottie! O god,said my wife as Brutus continued his tongue attack on her pussy and asshole! O I think he’s getting excited,said Dottie his dick is coming out! You should see it babe, what you are going to get!
Brutus was now in full fuck mode, and mounted Dee and wrapped his front paws around her belly, his glistening dog dick spreading her cunt lips and impaling her to his balls on his first push! O my god he’s in my cervix yelled Dee, and Brutus now began to pummel her cunt in and out! Please, please he is tearing me ! Shut up Princess, its fine! Dee had no idea that the fucking was just the beginning. Brutus violently fucked her for what seemed an eternity, then he began to knot her.
His cock growing in her was unbearable and she screamed out in misery and pain. Her hairy cunt lips stretched around his dog cock,semen leaking down her asshole and thighs!
The knot is about twice the size of his cock baby, I’m impressed! Finally the knot loosened and it popped out of Dee’s cunt with a plop. Gobs of dog cum flowing out of her stretched,open pussy running down her asshole making a puddle on the floor.
Her Brutus, mommy has another treat for you, and Dee felt something being smeared on her cum covered asshole,Wha? Peanut Butter, he loves it! Brutus dove in, licking Dee’s asshole until she began convulsing
,squirting cum all over Brutus. Oh, oh baby! The scent of cum brought Brutus back to life, and he immediately mounted Dee again,but as he tried to mount her cunt his cock found her asshole !AAGGHHH !Dee tried to thrash,to pull away, but Brutus’s cock was already pushing past her sphincter,and the rest of his cock was coming hard! Please, please stop him, I cant take the knot in my ass, I’ll do anything you want……
Brutus,home,said Dottie,Brutus backed out Dee, her asshole stretched ,hanging open. Don’t worry, baby it will go back the way it was in a little bit. You really surprised me I thought you woul be one that would pass out when he knotted you, most women can’t take that but you, you are good !
Laying in a puddle of cum, and sweat,Dottie unshackled Dee, who just collapsed on the floor in a heap. Come on you need to clean your ass up, come on !!Dee, barely had the energy to move, but Dottie grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the shower, as Dee screamed.Shut up cunt !!Wash yourself the hell up get that dog cum out of your pussy and ass !
Dee wondered what else could this crazy bitch have in store for her? What other possible deprivation could she possibly do to her?Her pussy felt like glass had shredded her and her asshole was on fire, and bleeding.Get dried off and dry your hair,don’t worry about clothes, you are not going to need them.

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Layla went down the basement to a tied Laura and showed her that she too could be a mistress. But she got carried away and did the mistake all inexperience dom makes. She forgot to take safety into account.

Chapter 6

When I woke up, Laura was not in the room. I quickly scuttled off my bed. My pussy ached and reminded me of the few special hours I had with Laura last night and I smiled.

“Yeah. That.” I fluffed my semi-tangled hair and still couldn’t believe I actually fooled around with my sister. Well, ‘fool around’ would be an understatement.

I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. As I drank the much needed fluid, I took a glanced around the house. It was empty. I was expecting to see my aunt or my sister or both of them somewhere around. I walked to the window and looked into the curb and sure enough my aunt’s car wasn’t there.

A thought cross my mind. If my aunt wasn’t in the house, could my sister be in the basement? A knowing grin tugged at my lips. I went back to my room to get a bobby pin and came back down. A quick pick at the lock and the door was unlocked, much to my horror that I could pick a lock this quickly of course.

I walked down to the basement without the usual practiced discretion. My sister knew I knew and my aunt wasn’t here. So there wasn’t any point to be discreet. Once I got down there, I went behind the stairs and removed the cleverly placed boxes, revealing the hidden wooden panel that led to the secret room.

A soft moan permeating through the air as soon as the panel was lifted up. My supposedly satisfied sexual desire was reignited instantly. I felt a familiar heat swelling between my legs. My cheek flushed, a reaction I didn’t expect since I should have overcome my embarrassment of my little voyeuristic indulgence. Nevertheless, it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling.

When I reached the lower basement, my lungs deflated at the spectacle in front of me. Laura was on the bed, splayed to a spread-eagle posture. Her limbs were pulled taunt to the bedposts by a series of ropes. She was blindfolded and gagged, helplessly writhing on the bed. Between her spread legs was a box I vaguely recognized. After a moment, I realized it was the same box that had driven a dildo into Laura’s pussy a few days ago.

I walked closer to my immobile sister. The closeness allowed a better view of Laura’s body as well as the glass dildo gliding in and out of her lazily. At least a good three quarter of the dildo was coated with Laura’s juice when the dildo came out of her. Then, the cycle was repeated, the tip of the dildo eased forward. Laura’s pussy puckered, stretched and then engulfed the thick tip. Inch by inch, the dildo burrowed deeper until her pussy lips grazed the faint boundary of the wet portion and the dry. It went on and on, slow and sedated, mechanical and indifferent, as I stood there and watched.

“Layla?” I heard my sister mumbled through the gag.

As if snapping out of a dream, I jumped.

“Yes, I’m here.” I said nervously. My face was equally red as hers.

“My gag.” she mumbled breathlessly. I didn’t get her the first time, but when she repeated three more times, I grabbed hold on the belt on each side and yanked the gag away from her mouth.

“That’s better.” my sister let out a shuddery sigh.

I watched her swallowing and gave her jaw a good stretch. Since she already knew I was here, I went for her blindfold as well. As soon as my fingers grazed her cheeks, she jerked away and blushed deeper in red.

“No, no. That one stays.” she muttered shyly. Her embarrassment made me grin amusingly.

“Ah, I see.” I chuckled understandingly.

If I was tied in such a humiliating posture with a dildo taking its sweet time fucking my pussy as if it had all the time in the world, I wouldn’t want to look at someone’s eyes too. Particularly if I knew that person.

“Where did aunt Mary go?” I asked and looked around the room.

Without the need to be discreet anymore, I was able to focus on my surrounding rather than where I should put my foot. I saw several modernized implements of torture. A metal stock. A well lacquered chair with two protruding devices on the seat. A Spanish donkey, an implement that was recently made known to me through the hours of surfing the wrong side of the internet. The more I looked, the more my pussy throbbed in anticipation. Could I use them? Could I make someone to use them?

“I…I don’t know.” Laura’s shrill voice pulled me away from my lecherous thoughts.

“Did she say when she’ll be back?” I added.

“She never tells me when she’ll be back.” she pouted, a little resentment peppered her voice. “And I hate not knowing!” she added before shuddering and tugging the ropes.

“Okay. You seem distressed.” I remarked with a laugh.

“You won’t be laughing if you are here. Ugh!” My sister grunted. “It’s driving me crazy. I can’t come!”

I turned my attention to her pussy again. The redness was palpable. I could even smell her arousal from where I was standing. If that wasn’t enough to tell me that Laura wanted to come, the moist spot on the bed sheet underneath her pussy certainly did.

“You want me to speed it up?” I asked helpfully.

“No! Don’t! I mustn’t come.” she pressed herself onto the bed and let out a resigned sigh.

“Ah.” . Her words from last night came back to me. “So, aunt Mary doesn’t allow you to come?”

“Fuck!” Laura shuddered again. I thought she didn’t hear me until she finally said, “Oh God, even if she allows me to come, I still couldn’t.” she mewled.

“I can see why.” I remarked before licking my dry lips. That dildo was moving too slowly to give any tangible stimulation. It’s constant benign presence only served as a tease more than salvation. My pussy moistened at that thought; to put someone so close to the fruit of pleasure, yet never truly giving it.

“Can you…can you turn it off?” she groaned and shifted uncomfortably.

I looked at the box and it didn’t take long for me to spot the three dials and a glowing red on/off switch on the top. The three dials were indicated by white lettering at the bottom; Speed. Depth. Vibration. And the settings were one, five and zero respectively.

“I guess I can.” I said suggestively. My fingers clutched on the ‘Speed’ dial and turned the setting to ‘two’. The change was immediate. The dildo moved faster.

“Layla.” Laura cried hysterically. Her voice sent an electrifying thrill down my spine and my core erupted with lust.

“What?” I asked innocently and turned the dial to ‘three’.

Laura jerked against the restraints. An animalistic grunt escaped from her throat. “Layla! W-what are you doing?”

“You made me come four times yesterday. I thought I should return the favor.” and click, the dial was turned to ‘four’.

“Stop! Layla! Please sto- I’m-I’m coming!” she shrieked as her body tensed to an arc.

I flipped the switch, instantly killing the power. The dildo ran through two complete cycles before coming to a complete stop. Laura jerked and then slammed the back of her head onto the pillow a few times in frustration.

“Ugh! Layla you bitch!” Laura cursed angrily. And I meant angrily. She practically spat the words out.

Ignoring her crudeness, I turned the dial back to one and flipped the switch the other way. The motor whined softly, pushing the dildo forward. I watched Laura gritted her teeth when the tip of the dildo sank slowly into her reluctant pussy.

“Is that how you address your mistress?” I asked pointedly.

At the sound of my stern voice, Laura blushed and shook her head. A long salacious moan came out of her as she writhed. Playing my part, I pinched Laura’s right nipple and tugged it hard.

“Are you dumb? Or do I have to do something with that wet pussy of yours to make you talk?”

“No.” Laura exhaled.

“No what?” I tugged harder.

“No mistress.” she corrected.

“Good.” By the time I let go of her nipple, both nubs were already hardened.

My lips couldn’t stop grinning. I had never expected being in control of someone’s arousal could be so… invigorating. Was this what aunt Mary had felt when she delivered the punishments?

Without hesitation, I pulled down my pants and panties in one fluid movement. I stepped out of the pile of discarded garment and climbed onto the bed. My feet flanked Laura’s head and as soon as got a firm footing on the soft mattress, I squatted. My pussy was pressed against Laura’s lips. There was a gasp, then a small hesitation, followed by a sniff. Finally, her tongue took refuge in my wet folds.

“Yes.” I murmured. My fingers pressed on my clitoris and began moving in a circular motion. My hips slowly undulated, grinding my damped pussy on Laura’s suckling mouth and slithering tongue.

The heat on my neck rose and sweat began to drench my shirt. I pulled it over my head and tossed it haphazardly to the side. My bra met the same fate as well and joined the scattered fabric on the floor.

Completely lost in arousal, I leaned forward and nestled my nose on Laura’s pussy. The musky scent pushed my arousal to an even higher state. My tongue darted to her wetness and I finally tasted my sister’s pussy.

“Oh mistress. Thank you mistress.” Laura said between licks.

I parted her labia further to seek out her clitoris. It didn’t take long for me to find the red engorged nub. I mouthed over it and began to suck, my tongue darted forward and tasted the delicious bundle of nerves. Laura’s thighs tensed out of the corner of my eyes. She was clearly enjoying this little activity as much as I did.

My nose burrowed between her folds, drowning myself in her scent. Despite the dildo’s constant movement of driving into Laura’s pussy tirelessly, it didn’t become a distraction. In fact, it only exacerbated my arousal as I watched the helpless pussy engulfed the thick length over and over again.

“Yes.” I heard my own voice saying. “That’s it. Keep going.”

My tongue limped back into my mouth. My vision blurred. The room, the furniture, Laura, the bed…everything fell away. A surge of heat rushed through my body as if a warm summer wind had course through me. My body trembled. My lungs froze, locked in a fluctuating pulse of short gasp. My heart leaped to my throat as I grunted. Nothing seemed to matter anymore as an orgasm was ripped out of my body, shattering every bit of my consciousness.

I collapsed onto the side.

“Holy shit, Laura. That’s amazing.” I hissed and pushed myself away from her.

“Thank you mistress.” Laura gasped shyly.

When I moved away from the bed and picked up my clothes, Laura let out a soft whimper.

“What’s the matter?” I asked worriedly, fearing that I might have accidentally hit her when my body convulsed during the orgasm.

“Mistress, I still haven’t come yet.” she added desperately.

A grin cracked on my face. “But didn’t you say you mustn’t come, Laura?” I reminded her.

“Please, mistress. I need to come.” Laura shifted uncomfortably, the ropes tightened around the bed post as she tugged against them.

I gave her an pitied look. It didn’t seem fair for me to have my orgasm while Laura hadn’t. She did do a good job giving me yet another mind blowing orgasm and I wasn’t the kind that didn’t repay the kindness of others.

But then again, I wasn’t the one being tied.

“Well, I don’t know.” I shrugged noncommittally. “I didn’t want to get you in trouble.” I added and cast her a lopsided grin.

“Please. Just once.” she pleaded.

“Well, I guess you deserve it.” I chuckled and turned the dial to ‘two’.

“Emmm…” Laura moaned.

Out of the scale of ten, two wasn’t any more stimulating than one. There’s still plenty more to go and I wasn’t planning on making it easy for her. I was sadistically inclined after all. Smiling, I switched to position three and watched as Laura’s expression mellowed. She was enjoying it, clearly oblivious to what I had in mind for her.

I switched to position four and a wry smile curled on Laura’s lips.

I switched to position five and a soft moan rippled out of her lips.

And I flipped the switch to off.

“Mistress?!” the horror in Laura’s face was priceless as it was liberating.

“Shhh…”

Unable to distinguish if I was just playing her or simply doing my part as her mistress, Laura eyed me irritably through the blindfold. Even without seeing her eyes, I could tell she was frightened of and confused at my current disposition. I used the opportunity to pull her gag back up to her mouth.

“I don’t think I should let you come.” I whispered into her ear, my voice so thick with sadistic promises even I was alarmed.

Turning the dial back to one, I flipped the switch to the ‘on’ position once again. The dildo once again moved forward sluggishly, penetrating the gaping pussy one slow inch at a time, teasing the soft pink flesh to the edge without any possible reprieve of orgasmic release.

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I pecked a light kiss on her cheek.

After putting on my clothes, I went back up stairs, putting everything back to place and locking the basement door just in case, and darted to my room. I had been in the secret room for quite a while and without knowing when my aunt would be back would mean certain risk of her walking in on me. So I called her with my cellphone. She picked up after two tone and asked what’s the problem.

“Where are you?” I asked innocently. “And Laura too.” I quickly added.

“We are at the mall, shopping for the stuff Laura will need for her college.”

Yeah, right. The college. The one with chains and whips?

“So when are you two coming back?” I asked, ignoring my sarcastic inner voice.

“Around four.” she said. “Why?”

“Nothing, really. I was getting lonely and wondering why I was left behind.” I pouted as I fibbed.

Aunt Mary chuckled and I knew she swallowed my bullshit right off the spoon. “I’ll get you a cake.”

“You better.” I said sternly. “See you.”

“See you too.”

I killed the connection and stuffed the phone into my pocket. My lips couldn’t help but to smile. It’s only half past noon now. With a smug smile, I strode confidently back to the secret room with a head full of ideas that I should have felt repulsive of myself. But I didn’t.

And that would be one of my biggest mistake.

Chapter 7

I didn’t remember how it turned out like this. Everything seemed fine just hours ago. I looked at my trembling hands as I sat on a leather couch that smelled of fresh polish. The lighting in this room was dim, which was good because I didn’t want anyone to see my tear strickened face. My head was kept low, out of the sight of the people walking around me.

The soft music played at the back did nothing to sooth my troubled heart. The light chatter of the people around only made it harder for me to breath. The shimmering chandelier the size of a mini cooper hung overhead provided no light to clear the darkness in my shattered heart. The exquisite art pieces and posh carpet faded to the background like they were nothing worth to be admired and adored.

Tears were running down my cheeks and I allowed them to meet at the tip of my chin before dripping off onto my jeans. The tears reminded me of the time when the news of mum and dad came. It reminded me of the looks on their face as they smiled brightly at Laura and me before leaving the house for the very last time and to their eventual deaths.

“You take care of your big sister, Layla.” my mother’s words resonated within me as I remembered our final moment together. Her hands were soft against my face and the kiss on my face was the single most precious memory I had of her.

They always knew I was more responsible than my sister and even though Laura was older than me, I had never failed to assume the position to be the one in charge. At least until Laura turned nineteen and began mixing with those wretched friends of hers.

But the fact remained, I was still the responsible one. I was entrusted to take care of my sister and to care for her well-being. I shouldn’t have let my aunt peruse Laura as if she was a sex slave. I shouldn’t even participate in the ridiculousness. I should have noticed the pain Laura endured sooner. I should have known how to untie those ropes, or even learned to untie them first before even doing anything to her. And most of all I shouldn’t have pushed her that much.

But my sadistically inclined lust commanded me like a misguided general leading his army into an abysmal end. I thought I knew best. I thought I couldn’t have done anything wrong.

I was wrong.

“How is she?” I heard my aunt asked softly. The couch shifted as she stood up. A pair of fine leather shoes came into my view.

“She’s fine. The muscle tear is serious but the damage should heal. She strained her tendon too but I didn’t think it is anything too serious.” a man, addressed by my aunt as Rowan and a friend of hers I presumed, informed with a wry tone.

“That’s good. Any long term effect?” my aunt asked.

“No. But she will have to rest for a few days so that the muscles can heal properly. And she needs to stay off of any heavy activity for at least six weeks.” he stressed on the words ‘heavy activity’ and that told me he might know of aunt Mary’s sadomasochistic endeavors.

“Alright. I understand.” my aunt’s voice was defeated, almost as if she was embarrassed to say anything further.

“I’ll prescribe her some painkillers for the pain and anti-histamine for the swelling. I’ll keep monitoring her for now and if she develops fever, we may have to admit her.”the man added, sounding exactly like a doctor. I chanced a glance at him.

Rowan was a man in his thirties, straight cut hair, wearing spectacle, pink shirt and black pants, the sleeve folded up until his mid arm. He looked like he could be working in a pediatric department with that nice, cleanly shaven, approachable and friendly face.

“Thanks Rowan.” Aunt Mary gave a curt nod. “Can I see her now?”

“She’s asleep. I gave her sedative to sleep through the pain and stop her from moving too much. The first few hours are crucial for a good recovery ahead. She won’t be waking anytime soon. You might want to head back home and rest first. She should wake up in the next morning.” Rowan explained.

“I see. Well, I guess I’ll head back first.”

My heart raced. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to leave this place, the place where I could find solace and hide from reality, from the coming retribution I so well deserved, from the disappointed look on aunt Mary’s face. It’s like I was a five year old once again, waiting to be given an earful at the dining table for breaking a vase.

“Mer,” the man said, his voice laden uncertainty. “This never happened before. I thought you’re always careful.”

“I know.” Aunt Mary sighed solemnly.

“Is it because…” the man trailed off.

“No, it has nothing to do with her being my niece.” my aunt snapped.

“I’m sorry.” the man apologized sincerely. “But people aren’t taking it lightly that you turned your niece into a sub. It’s taboo and all, you know.”

“If a prosecutor can be tied and fucked by the defendant that she was supposed to prosecute a few days later within these walls, I can’t see how our relationship is any worse.” aunt Mary remarked pointedly.

“You have a point.” Rowan sighed and shook his head.

“Besides, this place embraces taboos. It is where people go to satisfy their darkest fantasies without being scorn by society. You, as I recalled, fucked two of your patients at the same time a few days ago at room number seven.”

I suddenly felt really out of place as I reluctantly listened to their conversation. Then, something they said hit me. Could this place be the club aunt Mary told Laura?

In fact, I had been thinking for quite a while now. Why didn’t aunt Mary bring Laura to the hospital. Why bring her to some posh club that seemed nothing to do with healthcare and more to do with rich people burning money for the wrong things. And now I realized why.

Hospital staff asked too many questions. Questions that would lead to an insurmountable trouble for aunt Mary if answered. It would only be wise to bring Laura to the club and seek medical treatment from a doctor that wasn’t a stranger to taboos and understood the incestuous relationship that would otherwise be frowned upon.

“Layla.” aunt Mary’s voice startled me, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Time to go.”

Aunt Mary drove silently on the road as I rode shotgun, equally as quiet as she was. I hazarded a glance and instantly regretted it. Her face was strained. An unspoken disappointment was written all over her face. Cringing, I turned to the window and stared absentmindedly at the blur of white markings on the road.

The car suddenly cut into a driveway and jerked to a stop. I heard the door unlocked and aunt Mary went out of the car. The door was slammed shut and it felt like a kick to my stomach. I bit my lips and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop myself from crying again.

God, it was terrible. I would have felt better if aunt Mary had just screamed at me. I would even be grateful if she would slap me across the face. In fact, anything would be fine. Any retribution would be welcomed. Anything except this silence. The silence that was etching at my heart and exacerbating the guilt I felt.

Aunt Mary hadn’t said a thing to me since Rowan went into the room to examine Laura. Except for the four words – Laura, Time to go. The words were cold and indifferent, as if she was saying it because she didn’t have any other choice.

When the driver’s door opened, I heard the crumpling noise of polystyrene bag. I didn’t turn to see what she had bought because I was scare to look her in the eyes. The eyes of disappointment and regret, anger and resignation…the eyes that no longer see me as the sweet niece she had always thought I was.

I heard the bag being tossed to the backseat haphazardly. Then, there’s a popping sound as if a cork was yanked out of a champagne bottle. The smell of alcohol immediately hit me and I turned to my aunt. To my horror, she was taking a swig off a bottle of wine. Every inch of my nerve prickled with worry. My heart clenched as she took another long swig. She had never taken alcohol like that before. She always drank them off a cup or glass. And most of all, she never drank when she drives.

“Aunt Mary?” I muttered nervously.

“Don’t speak.” she spat and took another swig. “Hold this.” she handed me the bottle of wine and then gunned the engine.

As she drove, I took the task between passing her the bottle when she needed it and checking the vicinity for cops. I never liked the idea of drunk driving since my parents were killed by an idiot whom thought he could drive a FWD with an alcohol concentration seventeen times the legal limit in his blood.

But with the predicament at hand, I didn’t raise any objection. I did the only thing I could, checking for cops, passing her the bottle when she needed it, and be wary of any car in front of us that we might accidentally hit.

We reached our home , much to my relief, without any incident. Aunt Mary killed the engine, snatched the bottle away from my hand and left the car while I was still sitting there not knowing what to do. I watched her climbed the steps one unsteady step at a time and when she reached the door, she clumsily fished her bag for the keys. When she got in, she left the door wide open and disappeared into the house.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of the car and went into the house. When I reached the living room, aunt Mary had just walked out of the kitchen. The bottle was still in her hand.

“You dinner in on the table.” she said coldly before heading upstairs. I watched her lumbered up the steps before turning to a corner. Finally, I heard the door shut. The sound punctured my heart and I broke down and began crying.

After emptying my tear ducts for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, I closed the front door. I made a point to lock it since the last thing I wanted was a burglar slipping in to our house. I went to the kitchen next and when I saw what was on the table, my heart cringed. I felt queasy as I looked at my dinner. It was a piece of cake.

My favorite cake, Dark Forest. The piece of cake that aunt Mary had promised to buy for me because she thought I felt left behind. Because she didn’t know that I had lied to her. The cake that reminded me of my stupidity and the cruelty Laura suffered and the agony she had to endure for the following weeks.

I dragged the chair dejectedly and took a seat. There’s a tiny plastic fork in the box. I picked it up and fork a piece of the confectionery to my mouth. I slowly chewed and rolled the cake around my tongue. The cream didn’t taste sweet. I forked another piece. The chocolate tasted bitter. I forked the strawberry. The little fruit was bland. This was the first time a cake had tasted so disgustingly horrid to me. But I kept eating since I didn’t really know what else I could be doing.

Aunt Mary did not come out of her room ever since she was back. The house felt really empty, even more empty than before. The subtle warmth that had developed over the years of sweet memories was replaced with a frigid silence. The silence that reminded me of my mistake, singeing my heart with guilt.

When I hit the bed, I cried as I thought for hours how I could reverse the time and do things right. Stop aunt Mary from doing the things she did to Laura. Stop my sister from befriending the wrong kinds of friends. Stop myself from becoming what I had become. A sadist. An unforgivable sadist. Finally, stop my parents from going on that trip that took their life.

I wanted to start over again.

But that’s impossible.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night. Fortunately, it did come and granted me few hours of blissful reprieve.

The recurring alarm I set on my phone for the weekdays woke me up. I swore this ringtone was never this annoying before. I grabbed the parading device and ended the nuisance it made with a thumb slide on the screen. Then, I dropped the phone onto the ground.

I had school today. Figures. But my body simply didn’t have the will to rise from the bed. It wasn’t the lack of sleep that gravitated me to the solace of my mattress. It was the debilitating guilt that weighted me down as if a massive piece of concrete was sitting on my chest.

A stray tear rolled down my cheek. Then, another tear followed. And another.

Memories of what I did to Laura came back to haunt me like a wronged poltergeist. It was relentless as it was suffocating. I placed my arm over my eyes as the guilt-induced sorrow ripped through my body in gasping sobs.

Why didn’t I notice it earlier? The question plagued my conscience and strangled my morality.

I remembered Laura’s bellowing cries. I remembered how those cries excited me more that I would admit. I remembered how the cries made me wanted to rip more out of her. The cries of delight, as I first thought. Nothing sounded better than the shrill voice of my sister punctuated the secret room. Only after a minute did I register the distress reverberating in those cries. By the time I had removed her gag, half suspecting she was joking with me, it was already too late.

“My leg! My leg!” the words came back to me. “Ahhhh…my leg! Cramp! Ahhh…”

I shuddered and curled tighter under the sheet. My heart cringed at the memory of the spasm on Laura’s right thigh. I almost thought her leg would simply snap under all those strain. I must have looked like a clueless idiot then, gawking in fear with no bearing of what to do.

When I wanted to untie her leg, I only made the rope tighter by pulling on the wrong end. More precious time was wasted. When I wanted to cut the rope, there wasn’t any tool in the room that would do the trick. Another wasted minutes there. Out of option, I ran back up to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and went back to Laura. Even that took a few seconds. When I wanted to cut the rope, the pathetically blunt knife barely able to tear out a few meager strands.

“Hurry! Layla!” Laura screamed in pain.

“Fuck!” I threw the knife to the ground and went back up to my room where I kept a pair of scissors in the drawer.

By the time I came back down to the secret room, Laura’s face was as pale as moonlight. She was no longer screaming, or thrashing…she was no longer doing anything.

“Laura?” I rushed to her with the scissors. I quickly cut the ropes tying her limbs, starting with the rope around her right ankle. The ropes were more robust than I expected and took me quite a bit of strength to cut them.

“Laura?” I asked again, my voice thick with desperation and fear, hoping against all odds that she was fine.

There was no response. Laura’s eyes were half closed, her pupil rolling around as if she couldn’t focus her sight. Her lips were quivering and her body trembling. Cold sweat beaded her forehead.

“Laura?” I called to her again.

No response.

And that was when I knew something terrible had happened to Laura. Without a choice, I called aunt Mary. The following event was a blur, a mangled mess of memories. I vaguely remembered it didn’t take long for aunt Mary to come back home. She made a few phone calls. She dressed up Laura with loose pajamas she brought down to the basement. Then, she carried her out to her car. I simply followed behind as I didn’t know what to do.

Thinking back what happened yesterday eradicated any hope for me to resume my sleep. I simply lied on bed, hoping that aunt Mary would soon come in and tell me to go to school. She always did that when I slept through my alarm. And perhaps using that opportunity to apologize for everything that had happened.

The morning sun rose above the horizon, casting its very first glimmer of light through the window blinds. I turned to the digital clock and it was already nine forty. My heart sank. Aunt Mary didn’t not come.

Reluctantly, I crawled out of my bed and went down stairs. I went straight to the kitchen since that’s where aunt Mary would be in the morning. But instead of finding her, I found a plate containing a piece of toast and a fried sunny side up. I went to check for her car and it was not at the curb.

I dropped onto the couch and I let out a sigh. Pulling up my knees, I hugged them tightly against my chest. I felt my heart cracked, for my aunt to ignore me to this extend. I had never been in so much trouble that aunt Mary shunted herself from me.

I tipped over and stretched my body out along the couch. I eyed at the walls absentmindedly. There’s nothing I could do now, is there? The damage in the family’s relationship. It was like a fracture in our family that could never be repaired. Will we ever be the same again?

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I’m only just getting into writing fiction, this being the 1st proper one I wrote. An uhealthy vampire obsession lead me to writing this…

Today has been a strange day. Firstly it’s my “birthday”. I don’t mean my normal birthday, I don’t exactly have those anymore, today is my Vampire Birthday. 121 years of being a vampire, 121 years of being stuck at 22, 121 years of drinking nothing but blood for breakfast, lunch and tea. Not that I mind being a vampire, I can do whatever I want, when I want , fuck all the guys I want, even if they don’t want to fuck me, I always manage to get my way with them.

I am going off track here, anyway, so it’s my birthday, but also today a new girl started at work. Her name was Ally; it’s been annoying me all day, every time someone shouted “Ally”, not knowing who they were trying to talk to. I have never seen anyone like her before; she is about my height, likes all the same stuff as me…and has a vampire obsession.

As she walked through the door this morning, the fan blowing her dyed pink and purple, straightened hair so it spread out around her face, flowing down her back hiding whatever detail was on the rear of her black tank top and stopping at the waist of her tiny black red mini skirt, her eyes dark with what I suspect was lack of sleep and a sheer look of nervousness all over her face, I couldn’t look away from her. I felt something I have never felt with a woman before, last time I had this feeling it was a guy, and the fact that I accidently killed him because I was craving his blood…yeah we won’t go there.

I’ve had crushes on women before, but never as bad as this one, the scent of her blood was driving me crazy, the blood of people I was most attracted to was always the most fragrant, and it was always hard to push away the bloodlust that wanted to overtake me. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to work with her sat in the same office, the rich smell of hot spices mixed with a hint of rose making my teeth ache.

The morning dragged by inch by inch, the lack of work making it worse, what was I suppose to concentrate on to take my mind off Ally. I could hear her typing away in the corner, knowing she was on Facebook even without turning to look; we both had nothing to do, so she couldn’t be working either. 9am slowly dragged into 10am and then 11, my hunger steadily growing. I hadn’t fed since yesterday lunch, I was glad no one else was in the room, if anyone saw my eyes they would get suspicious. No one knows I’m dead, seeing my eyes turn slowly from their natural brilliant blue into the colour of my favourite drink, my canines elongating ever so slightly every minute and the veiny, drawn appearance my face took on when I was hungry was sure to grab their attention. I could hide my face from Ally for another hour I was sure, then I could take off and grab a quick snack.

Finally I saw the tiny clock on my computer turn to 12, locking the computer, I moved as fast as I could, well, as fast as I could without giving away my vampire speed movements, snatching up my bag, pushing away my chair so hard it hurtled into the wall. As I turned I caught sight of myself in the mirror, shit, I looked worse than I thought. I couldn’t help it, being as vain as I am, I lingered in front of the mirror, checking out my vile appearance that I knew would dissipate one I got some of that warm wet stuff inside of me. Unfortunately I lingered to long. “Ally, your face…” What could I say? I just stared at her, looking into her gorgeous steel blue eyes, eyes that should be scared of me, but they weren’t they were just questioning, not caring what I was, more like wondering how I had gotten like that.

“You’re a vampire?” I mumbled out some kind of incoherent reply and made a dash to the door. Hungry. I couldn’t deal with her now. I needed blood urgently. “I have to go” I hissed out as I lurched for the door, I didn’t even bother to control my speed, but still I didn’t make it to the door, she was stood right in front of me, blocking my only exit.

She reached her hand back and turned the key that was hanging in the lock on the office door, removed it and put it down her bra. So I wasn’t the only one that used that hiding spot. Now I was trapped. Trapped in this room with a human while I was so thirsty. This couldn’t end well, she smelt so good, I wanted her, and no one would see, there was no window in here, door was locked. It would just be disposing of the body that would be the problem.

“Thirsty…need to feed…” I saw her consider this, watching my face, as my already crimson eyes changed to an even deeper shade and the veins on my face became more prominent. With no fear in her eyes, she moved her hair back so her neck was exposed. Saliva was building in my mouth at the thought of piercing the vein in her neck and drawing her blood out into me. The hunger was overwhelming, I leaped forward, grabbing her arm and swinging her round so her back was pushed against my body. She rested her head on my shoulder and looked into my eyes, surely she must be showing fear of me now, but no, she was actually smiling, how could she be enjoying the prospect of me sucking the life out of her? My fangs were now so long I couldn’t put my lips together, the sharp point digging into my swollen lip, desperate to greet nourishment.

I couldn’t resist, before I sunk my teeth in I had to kiss her. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, I had to kiss those pretty pink lips in case I accidentally killed her and I never got the chance to do it again. I run my tongue down the length of the vein in her neck tasting the salty sweat beads beginning to form, my fangs just scraping the skin before I moved to her open mouth and placed mine on hers, my fangs making it difficult but not impossible. I pulled back, but she reached behind me, her back arching away from my body slightly as she put her hands behind my head, pushing her lips up to meet mine. Her heartbeat picked up, and I could sense her arousal, but before I could do anything I needed to feed.
I forced her hands from around my neck, placing them on my hips, hoping she would keep still. I looked in to her eyes once more, still no fear; if she felt it then she wasn’t showing it. My teeth were throbbing I couldn’t wait any longer, I moved so my fangs were over the vein and prayed I could stop feeding before I sucked all the life out of her. Two beestings on the side of her neck, and her blood was being drawn into me, feeding never felt so good, this hot sticky nectar flowing down my throat, numbing the burning the thirst always created. I was careful not to let the liquid run down on to her top, if she survived it wouldn’t be a good idea to have blood stains everywhere.

I could feel her sinking down in my arms, the life draining away from her, I had to stop now, before it killed her, her pulse was slowing. The human part of me was telling me to stop, the vampire part needed more. But I wanted her, and not just her blood, I couldn’t have her if the beast in me killed her first. I somehow found the willpower to retract my fangs. She was barely conscious but I knew she would be fine. I sat her down in her chair and licked the two wounds I had made, my venom healing the holes as I watched.
As I waited for her to regain consciousness fully I went to the mirror to check that my looks were back to how they should. My eyes were now sky blue, my lips slightly red but that could be passed off as lipstick, my cheeks now rosy instead of veiny, and my teeth back to normal size.

I heard her moan, and in a flash was kneeling by her side. I took her hand, it was still cool from the blood loss but warming, she was fully alert, her heart back to beating normally sending more of the intoxicating liquor though her body. “I’ve always wanted that done to me, I love vampires”, her words were slightly slurred, but I smiled, here was a woman after my own heart, it was vampire obsession that got me into this position to start with. “There’s one other thing I’ve always wanted to do with a vampire.” I knew what that something was going to be without her saying, it’s what most humans wanted vampires for and after all it was how I had ended up like this. It was only 12.15, plenty of time for what she wanted, and since she had satisfied my craving…

I didn’t let her say any more, I put my hand on her thigh and pushed it under her skirt, she looked down at me kneeling at her feet and I just lifted my eyebrows at her, she knew then that I already knew what she meant. My hand under her skirt, I shuffled it round so it was nearer her ass but not quite touching it, my fingertips barely touching the edge of the lace on her underwear. My other hand was still holding her hand and I felt her clench it, hoping I would do what I knew she wanted. I pushed my hand slightly further under her skirt, and felt the elastic of her underwear slide over my fingers, twisting my hand round I grabbed hold and pulled it down, the other side sliding down over her narrow, slim hips without me even having to move it. She bucked her ass up into the air to release the pink lace thong and I pulled so they dropped to the floor, tangling up around her high heeled boots.

I lifted her to her feet and she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to join her underwear. If my heart could beat, it would have been beating fast; I was getting horny at seeing her naked and I could feel the wetness starting between my legs. Now hungry for her instead of her blood, I ripped the top from her, the seams tearing apart under my force; I didn’t even think what she would do later when she had no top to wear. I tossed the pieces across the room, the massacred remains landing neatly on my monitor, her double D cerise pink bra landing on top of them just seconds later.

Still light headed from lack of blood, I could see her losing balance on her feet, I didn’t want her stood up anyway, so I swept her feet from under her, this beautiful naked woman lying in my arms, I forgot what we were doing for a few seconds, but she quickly reminded me by wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my blood stained lips, unlike earlier she kissed me properly, her tongue now exploring my mouth and gently probing the canines that were now completely normal. Once she released her lips from mine, I put her down on her desk, moving aside a pile of paperwork and letting it crash to the floor, not caring about what was being messed up; we could deal with that later.

Her naked body was now lying in front of me, ready to take whatever I wanted to do with it, her nipples just begging to be played with, her pussy waiting to be fingered. I tore off my clothes, tossing them at random across the room, and climbed onto the desk, straddling Ally with my legs touching either side of her torso. I brushed my fingers along her jaw and placed my hand either side of her head, I gently kissed her lips and shuffled back, my arms stretching out in front of me, my stomach rubbing against her hipbone. My tongue sought out her erect nipples, I run my tongue round each one and gently bit and pulled them with my teeth, I heard her moan and pulled slightly harder, her hips bucking under me, I could feel her orgasm already building.

I sat back, my pussy touching hers, and proceeded to play with her boobs, my hands squeezing her breasts until they were red and swollen. I could feel her getting wet, her juices mingling with the fluids seeping from my soaked pussy.

I jumped off the desk, landing cat like at the edge of the desk. “I want you” she whispered” I smirked at her. Not bothering to speak my reply, I sank down so my head became level with her dripping pussy, grabbing her sopping clit in my teeth I pulled, teasing her to begin with, and then changing to run my pointy tongue down her clit repeatedly licking the liquid off. She sighed and moaned, her hips jutting into the air, trying to get closer to my tongue, I obeyed and ran my tongue down her throbbing, swollen clit.

Her hips kept bucking underneath me, provoking me more; I was getting enjoyment out of seeing her suffer. Twice I let her reach the point of fulfilling her orgasm, twice I pulled away before she could reach the point of no return. I knew what it was like to be tortured like this, but abusing this sexy chick like this was making me wetter than anything else ever had. I’d licked her wet pussy enough; I knew she was desperate to orgasm, her moans getting louder every time I brought her to the brink of unleashing her load, the need to come getting greater every time I forced her not to.

Knowing she couldn’t take much more of my teasing I slid two of my fingers into her drenched hole, some of the liquid overflowing, leaving a damp patch on top of the desk. Deciding to tease again, I playfully wiggled my fingers, but not enough it would cause her to orgasm. I smirked at her, “Fuck me” she whimpered, “fuck me hard”. So I did. I rammed my fingers in hard, my knuckles slapping against her flesh. “HARDER”. I put in another finger and with all my vampire force, pushed my fingers in again and again, building up tremendous speed, Ally breathing heavily, her pussy contracting around my fingers, still not quite at her breaking point. I knew she was going to come hard, and soon, wanting to make sure she got the best orgasm I squeezed my whole fist into her tiny pussy, she screeched, but not with pain from what I could tell. She was actually enjoying all the abuse I was putting her through.

I pushed my hand up as far as it would go, her cooch rubbing against the sides of my hand every time I moved it, her moaning getting louder and louder, I could feel my hand being drowned in liquid, she was going to come as soon as I withdrew my hand, I would pull out in 3…2…1. I wrenched my hand out of her tight hole, bringing with it a torrent of liquid, I moved with lightening speed, wanting to take the full force of her come in my face, the hot fluid hitting me, making it look like I had tears running down my face, the droplets running down over my lips, the taste of her blood replaced with the sweet taste of her pussy juice.

Letting her lie there on the desk to recover for a while, I went and sat at my desk, watching her lying naked, legs bent and open wide, hand over her face, breathing hard. Now she’d come, it was time to relieve myself, my pussy was dripping with sweet liquor and aching to be fucked. There was a reason I kept my bullet in my bag, always there in case of these types of emergency. Reaching over to retrieve my trusty shiny toy, I snatched it up, quickly switched the battery so it had more power, hitched my legs up so they hung over the arm rests on my swivel chair and shoved my bullet deep into my pussy. I let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes, engaged in the matter at hand.

Usually I would have heard her come over, but being so stuck in the moment, I never even felt the air stir around me. I jumped slightly as I felt her fingers grab the bullet out of my hand, pulling it out of my hole and slamming it against my clit, causing me to shiver with every vibration that went through me. I bit my lip, letting the feelings overtake my body, my pussy pulsing and retracting as she rubbed the bullet against my clit. Not happy with seeing me shiver and moan in deep satisfaction, she probed my sensitive pussy hole with her tongue, licking up the juice that was slowly seeping out, her prodding and rubbing bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I wrenched the bullet out of her grasp and tossed it across the room, the vibrations no longer satisfying my craving. I grabbed her head, and forced her face into my pussy, making her suck my highly sensitive clit. Taking matters into her own hands again, she didn’t bother sticking fingers in my hole, knowing I wanted it rough, and seeing I was wet enough, she went straight in with her fist, shockwaves rolled all over my body, an orgasm just tearing straight though me, the pressure of it, forcing her hand to be retracted from my pussy, the liquid squirting all over her pink and purple hair, gluing it to her face, her makeup running down her perfect face, dripping down to leave smears all over her chest.

Vampires. We have everything better than humans. Even our orgasms are of such force they knock the weaklings off their feet. Getting my breath back I opened my eyes to see Ally lying on the floor, completely covered in my come, breathing hard again probably from the shock of the sheer force of my orgasm. I got off my chair, straddled her for the second time today, and licked off every ounce of my juice, damn I tasted good.

Rolling over onto my back after our busy lunch hour, I lay next to Ally, both of us naked in the office, maybe we will have a repeat performance tomorrow. Judging by the look on Ally’s face, I don’t need to hope to hard, looks like I might have something tasty for lunch everyday.

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Hope you enjoy! Its about two lesbians who meet online and want the real thing ^^

Kelly watched her mom wash dishes at the sink. Pondering over how to tell her mom that her friend, Lily, was coming over, she had gone over different options all afternoon. She had met Lily online, and they had formed a fast friendship that led to an online romance.

From what she had seen on the web cam, Kelly liked what she seen. Lily had shoulder length, brown hair that settled nicely with her amber colored eyes, which always reminded Kelly of a wolf. Her body was athletic in build, almost skinny, and she had been told that Lily was 5’6”.

In many ways, she was a lot like Lily. Her hair, also shoulder length, but brownish black in color. The darkness of her hair contrasted with her blue eyes. Lily always commented on her eyes. She said that the golden streaks woven in her blue iris made her eyes look sun kissed. Kelly knew that she was a bit taller than Lily, at 5’9” with an average build.

Kelly’s mom had no clue that she was bisexual, and Lily was her lover. After watching the parade of men in her mother’s life, Kelly was leaning more to the lesbian side of the court. She had no interest in men. It was women, their body, smell, touch, sight, and taste. God, how she wanted to taste.

Deciding to play the evening by ear, she opted to just tell her mom that Lily was a friend from school. She chose tonight for this rendezvous, because she knew her mom had plans to go out that evening. Kelly would have the whole house, especially the hot tub, to herself.

“Mom…my friend, Lily, is coming over for the th night, do you mind?”Kelly asked.

“Fine, honey,” her mom commented, without a question, “Oh, and by the way, I will be out tonight. Carl is taking me out for a nice dinner and dancing. I will probably be out late.”

“Ok,” Kelly commented.

Her mom would be no problem. Time to let Lily know. Kelly logged onto her computer and saw that Lily was on and waiting.

“It’s on! Mom will be out for the night,” she typed.

“Great! I will be over at 7. Get that hot tub warmed up. We are gonna do what we talked about the last time we cybered,” Lily answered.

“Ok. I’m nervous. How about you?” Kelly remarked.

“Not really…well…yeah…I guess. Hey, I’m gonna get my stuff together. See you in about 2 hours,” Lily answered.

Kelly logged off. She was nervous. What if Lily didn’t like her? What if she didn’t like Lily? Every “what if” went through her head, as she busied herself by cleaning up her area.

About 6:30, Carl picked up her mother for their date together. With a quick kiss on the cheek, her mother was out the door and in the car. Kelly remained at the window, watching the car disappear from sight.

Leaning her head against the icy window pane, she watched a lone person walking down the sidewalk. Could this be her? Height was right, as was the body build. She had a heavy jacket on, and her hood hid her hair.

Kelly watched the unknown lady walk up her walkway. She had her face buried in the lapel of her coat, but when she looked up to see the house, Kelly knew it was Lily. Running to open the door for her friend, she quickly checked her face and hair. She wanted to look her best for Lily.

“Lily, hurry. It’s cold out there. Get in here and warm up,” Kelly called out to her.

Lily sprinted up the stairs to where Kelly was waiting. Grabbing her friend in a tight hug, Lily was ecstatic to actually feel her lover in person, instead of just imaging it. Her thick coat prevented her from feeling Kelly’s breasts pressed against her own.

“Hi, honey! It is so very good to actually hold you for real,” Lily gushed.

Unable to hold off any longer, she cupped Kelly’s face in both of her hands and pulled her down. Lily captured her lips with her own. Lilly tasted of apples and cinnamon. Her pink lips were so soft and plump, making Kelly wonder if Lilly’s pussy was as sweet.

Kelly moaned into Lily’s mouth. She sent her tongue out to trace the inside of her lover’s lips. Lily’s soft, bubblegum tongue battled with hers for supremacy. Kelly tangled her fingers in Lily’s hair, holding the smaller woman close to her.

“Wow! That was so hot,” Kelly said, when they broke the kiss.

Showing her friend around the house, Kelly helped her friend put away her stuff. They chatted idly, but the main thought on both of their minds was getting each other naked. Kelly’s pussy felt so swollen, that when she walked her clit was rubbed between her pussy lips. Lily’s panties were soaked. Her sweet fluids actually dripping out of her slit.

“Are you sure you want to go out to the hot tub? It’s freezing out there,” Kelly asked, suddenly.

“Yeah. The hot and cold combination is gonna make it so erotic,” Lily answered, eyes sparkling.

Pulling her friend outside, they kissed more, as they slowly stripped each other. The cold in the air made chill bumps appear all over their bodies. Kelly’s brown nipples were puckered, so stiff and big as an eraser, while Lily’s coral nipples were smaller, but just as hard.

Stepping into the hot water eased the chill to their bodies, but only increased their need and desire for each other. Lily straddled Kelly’s lap, and Kelly could not help but to look down and see the warm water swirling around Lily’s dark pink pussy. In this position, Lily’s pussy was wide open, and her clit was huge.

Running her hands down Lily’s back, she cupped her ass cheeks, before running them back up the front of her body. Finally resting them on her firm breasts, she squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Harder…Pinch them, baby,” Lily moaned.

Kelly pinched Lily’s nipples hard and pulled them from her body. Letting them go, she watched Lily’s nipple snap back into place. Lily pulled Kelly’s head to her chest, and without words, she let it be known that she wanted her nipple in Kelly’s mouth.

Keeping her other nipple held tightly between her fingers, Kelly sucked in turgid bud. Nipping it sharply, she then licked and sucked the pain back. Lily’s moans grew in intensity. She liked it rough, as did Kelly.

She sucked Lily’s nipple, as if nursing from her tit. Kelly rained a series of sharp, quick slaps to Lily’s other breast. The resulting redness from her smacks left Lily’s tit hot and tingly.

The smaller woman was gasping and moaning, loudly. Kelly abandoned the breast and went in search of Lily’s pussy. Using the pads of her fingers, she rubbed and circled Lily’s swollen clit. Never actually touching the pulsing gland, Kelly teased her lover by accidentally brushing over her clit.

“Oh God! I want to feel your fingers. Please, baby. Don’t make me wait,” Lily panted.

Kelly urged her friend up to the side of the tub, where her pussy would be level with her face. Giving her a towel to help keep her warm, Kelly got to her knees and pushed Lily’s legs wide open. She opened the woman’s puffy, outer lips to reveal a moist, dark pink slit.

She watched as bead of nectar oozed from Lily’s hot canal. Kelly touched one pearly drop with the tip of her finger, and Lily jumped at the contact. With her left hand holding Lily’s pussy open, Kelly slid her middle finger deep inside her friend’s slit. It was so hot, almost scalding.

Lily braced her feet against the edge of the tub and pushed up, almost frantically. Kelly leaned forward and sucked that swollen bud into her mouth. It was like sucking on a piece of hard candy. Her tongue swirled and licked, and Kelly actually felt Lily’s clit grow bigger.

Working another finger into Lily’s pussy, she opened it wider. Kelly twisted her fingers together and worked them like a corkscrew. The extra knobs made by Kelly’s knuckles rubbed in all the right places. Lily yelped.

“More! I want more,” Lily screamed.

Kelly worked a third finger inside, then the fourth. Her small hands worked Lily’s pussy hard. Kelly kept a tight suction on her lover’s clit, as she used her whole arm to pump Lily’s cunt.

Kelly was so aroused at the sight of four of her fingers in Lily’s small pussy. Her own slit was throbbing and swollen. She needed some relief, too. Maneuvering herself on top of Lily, she positioned her pussy directly over Lily’s face.

Taking the hint, Lily attacked Kelly’s bright pink pussy with the same fervor that the taller woman had. She pulled open Kelly’s lips and dragged her tongue from her wet hole all the way to Kelly’s twitching clit. She pinched the bud between her lips, using her teeth to scrape over the sensitive nub.

Kelly lost her suction on Lily’s clit, as she gasped out loud. She felt Lily push two of her fingers into her tight pussy. The pressure was intense. Kelly twisted and turned the four fingers in Lily’s pussy. She wiggled her thumb inside and worked on getting as much of it inside the little pussy.

With the aid of her forearm and Lily lifting her hips to open her pussy wider, Kelly was able to work her hand deeper inside. No pair of gloves ever felt so warm. She could feel Lily’s heart beat through her pussy, and her thumb knuckle rubbed constantly on the eighteen year old’s swollen G spot.

Each time Kelly pushed or moved her hand, Lily’s pussy would let out a gush of milky fluid, which hit Kelly’s mouth and chin. Licking her lips of the sweet fluid, she went back to sucking on Lily’s clit, making the girl cry out in pleasure.

Lily, not wanting to be out done, worked her small hand into the taller, nineteen year old’s pussy. In her position, she was able to stimulate Kelly’s sweet spot from the inside. Wiggling her fingers, Lily tickled Kelly slit, all the while snacking on her huge clit. She sucked it deep into her mouth, like she was sucking on a straw.

What a sight the two women made. In the classic 69 position, they worked each other’s pussy roughly, while licking and sucking on their clits. The sounds of slurping and wet pussy filled the air.

Lily’s breath grew ragged, as she felt the familiar tingles that began in her clit. Trying to concentrate long enough to make Kelly cum, she saw stars behind her eyelids, as she bite down sharply on the base of Kelly’s clit.

Kelly watched Lily’s pussy twitch. She could feel the contractions from her pussy. It was like her pussy was trying to swallow Kelly’s hand. Lily’s hips bucked against Kelly’s hand, before tightening like a vise. Fluid squirted out from around Kelly’s hair and all down her neck.

Lily sucked double time on Kelly’s nub and was rewarded with a spurt of Kelly’s creamy nectar. It ran down her hand and wrist, like a faucet. Kelly’s slit was sucking Lily’s hand, as hard as Lily was sucking on Kelly’s clit.

“I’m gonna cum, Lily. Oh GOD! I’m cumming!” Kelly shouted, as her pussy contracted violently.

Lily’s small body stiffened, as she let out a shriek of her own, and then crying out, “GOD…Yes…work my pussy hard!”

Tiny aftershocks raced through both girl’s bodies, as they came down from powerful orgasms. Gently, Kelly pulled her hand from Lily’s pussy, taking a moment to marvel at how open her lover’s hole was. She felt Lily remove her hand from her pussy and shivered as her pussy juice flowed down her thighs.

Pulling Lily back into the warm water, both girls warmed up. Huddles together, they splashed each other, playfully, before wrapping up in towels. Quickly dressing, they ran upstairs

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Denise is not in this Chapter, slightly deceiving but she will back in Chapter 20, after a long absense Judge Janet is back to enjoy some nastiness with Master Rocky

Esperanza & Juanita were chained together , collar to collar , they both had received a massive load of Master Rocky’s jism all over their faces . Rocky was taking pictures of the mother/daughter duo cumslut team . His wife’s bff Juanita had become quite the whiner lately so he had fucked her up the asshole earlier while her very submissive mother Esperanza had licked his ass . He couldnt help himself so instead of cumming in Juanita’s asspipe , he had juiced the mom &daughter facially . Covered in his man goo . He added the pictures to a very special part of his collection . He many of his wife Cindy & her mom Nina covered in facial goo but not as many of Esperanza & her daughter Juanita . Cindy because she was the mom to his offspring was now less in his sexual rotation , & he would often bring Juanita to places where he needed a woman his own age for appearances sake , but mostly Rocky was always dominated his older bitches . After he finished taking the pics , he unleashed Juanita & told her to take a shower he unhpnotized her (she & his wife Cindy were ging clothes shopping at the mall later (boring he thought ). After Juanita left ,he collared & leashed Esperanza and told her to put on her thigh hooker boots , which she did. As Rocky lay on his king-size , Esperanza began sucking on her master’s balls . Rocky made a phone call , Janet how are you darling ??? are you free ??? yes , why don’t you come over immediately . Oh okay i’ll come to your place instead . Esperanza was now sucking on her masters ginormous shaft & it didnt take long before he filled her mouth with the man dessert she so craved . Rocky told Esperanza they were going to visit Janet (she was the municipal judge / sexslave who married Rocky & Cindy earlier in the series ) Before they left they took a shower together , where Rocky fist-fucked Esperanza to orgasm before they cleaned up.

Chapter 1-At Janet’s Place

Rocky loved Janet’s home because it had an indoor heated swimming pool . outside it was January , but indoors , these two 50something old slags were wearing thong bikinis & heels , they had all gone for a swim were nearly all dried off. So Rocky decided it was time for a long overdue blowjob from his most intelligent sex slave Janet, unlike Esperanza she couldnt deepthroat his whole member and she still had a gag reflex , but Rocky didnt care . Today he was gonna facefuck Janet hard & give her a massive cumfacial & he had Esperanza record it on his cellphone . Janet had no time to abject cuz her mouth was full of master’s young penis . Janet wasn’t bad at giving head thought Rocky as he unloaded his man goo all the slutty face. .Covered in facial jism , Rocky grabbed the cellphone from Esperanza and snapped some pics of the sexy judge facially covered in his semen ,Cindy , his wife would get a kick out of seeing these he thought. Rocky was tired , so after Esperanza licked the jism off Janet’s face, he had the tall amazon sit on Janet’s face. Janet only ate pussy when she was around her master & was not attracted to women otherwise . Esperanza could tell that Janet was inexperienced in pussy-licking but smothered the old bitches face anyway. After 20mins of this , Esperanza reached a mini-orgasm. Rocky had gooten stiff from watching the lesbian show , so he lubed his fingers , & stuck them first up Janets ass , then did the same to Esoeranza’s shithole ,Both cumsluts were positioned doggystyle, side by side (poolside ) as Rocky now alternated assfucking Janet & Esperanza . When he finally finished, he had given Janet the anal creampie and Esperanza was giving the responsibility of cleaning Janets ass with her tongue.

Chapter 2

Sheila was on knees underneath the dining room table at Rocky’s house . She was giving her son/ master head while Rocky & Cindy were talking about the holiday they were taking next week . The old bitch had no gag reflex , & she was at her son’s house often because he enjoyed her oral skills . Sheila had the enormous prick down to the base. Yesterday she had giving head to Bernard ( Rockys dad )& he had cum in 2 minutes , the wimp had no stamina . It had been already 15minutes since her head had started bobbing up & down . Rocky finally unleashed his goo & Sheila had swallowed some before Rocky decided to get up and give her a beauty facial treatment . Covered in her son/master’s goo , face looked like a vanilla milk shake. Cindy took pics , she knew that sometime soon when they were alone , she’d jerk him off while they went through his collection of taboo cumfacial pics.

Chapter 3 -2 weeks later

Sheila was home & horny & no one was around , not even her cuckold husband Bernard. So she remembered what her Master/Son Rocky said to her, if im not available , you have my permission to fuck yourself with objects . She was soaking wet from playing with her clit & was slightly drink from drinking wine . So Sheila set the wine bottle on the floor & rode the bottle while playing with her clitoris. Her mind went back to the last time Rocky used her as a cumbucket, Cindy & Rocky would be back soon from vacation she wondered what kinky things she’d be made to do next??? As she thought about this , Sheila achieved orgasmic bliss.

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The Patriots make their first move against Mark and Mary.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Forty-One: Assassination

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

We shall use every weapon at our disposal to slay the Tyrants, every resource that we can lay our hands on. No power is too dark, no act too heinous. We shall not balk at the task before us. We shall not rest until the Tyrants are dead. We are everywhere. We are legion.
–excerpt from ‘The Patriots Manifesto’, author Unknown

Monday, October 7th, 2013 – Mary Glassner – Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York City

I threw a punch at Mark’s face. He caught my wrist easily.

“He’s bigger than me, how am I supposed to fight him?” I demanded angrily of Azrael.

Ever since I took the Mother Superior’s Gift, Mark and I could summon Azrael, the Angel of Death, and form a shared dreamscape. We were using it to learn to fight, so that we could defend ourselves if we ended up in another bad situation. Mark effortlessly picked it all up thanks to his Gift, while I had to struggle to learn just the basics—it was so frustrating! The Gift was so sexist! Why did Mark get cool fighting powers? He got to summon a sword and armor and look absolutely badass when he’s fighting. All I got was the degrading power of exorcism through sex. I still felt dirty from handling Brandon’s cock. Sometimes it seemed like the vile taste of his cum would never leave my lips.

“Your foes will almost always be bigger than you, Mary,” Azrael replied in her musical voice. She sounded like bells ringing when she talked: tiny, tinkling bells when she was happy and deep, resonating bells when she was angry.

“You’re getting better, Mare,” Mark said with a smile. I knew he was just saying that to be nice, and it did make me feel warm inside. But I wasn’t getting better. I felt so clumsy, like my limbs were weighted down as I struggled to properly move them. My husband moved quickly and deliberately. Unlike me, his body moved the way he intended it to, while I stumbled and flailed like a drunk chicken.

We had already been practicing for what seemed like a day. Time worked differently in the dreams, flowed slower. Mark kept referring to Inception, and he had looked so shocked when I admitted to having never seen the movie. For the last week, we had spent every other night training in the dreams; it was too exhausting with my pregnancy for me to train every night.

It wasn’t just physical fighting we trained. We also practiced spells, trying to figure out ways to use them in sticky situations. Wind spells to knock an opponent down, illusions to confound them, and levitating to put distance between you and your enemy. And Molech’s fire was a great last resort, burning anyone who touched you. I felt like I could do more with the fire, hurl it somehow, if I could just figure out how to control it better.

I also practiced my Gift, learning the Nun’s prayers. I could control an enemy’s Thrall – so long as they weren’t bound by the Zimmah spell – transforming them into traps to be sprung on their Warlock, or I could free the Thrall, or put them into a trance and interrogate them. With Warlocks popping up all over the world, I was the only one who could exorcise them and their Thralls. By touching their cocks. So unfair.

“Let’s practice shooting,” I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training.

I was great at shooting. Since we were in a dream, we could shape or conjure anything we could imagine. I had been afraid of guns – they make that loud noise when they’re fired – ever since I was little. Once I got used to them, I found that there was something very satisfying about hitting the target and seeing the damage the bullet did. I especially liked to fire at targets that resembled Brandon, aiming at his crotch.

There was power in using a gun and being in control.

Mark and I spent a few dream hours – which was probably only ten minutes in the waking world – firing various guns; it was satisfying fun. I had shot a few while awake now – the bodyguards and soldiers were very accommodating – and I had been pleased to see that my training in the dream had translated into real skill in the waking world.

I switched to shooting a 9mm automatic pistol. Probably my favorite gun. I aimed at a fresh Brandon target, lining up the front and rear sights right at his crotch. I squeezed the trigger and the gun rapidly barked and jerked upwards in my hand as it spat out bullets. The target splintered, the first few bullets striking the crotch, then there was a jerky line going up his hip into his gut. I smirked in satisfaction. Shooting effigies of Brandon never seemed to grow old.

“I hope you enjoy hell, bastard!” Mark shouted.

I chill went through me. We had sold our souls to the Devil, just like Brandon. When we die, was eternal torment going to be our reward? Mark didn’t care about damnation when he sold his soul, and I had been too wrapped up in my love for Mark when I decided to sell mine. I had wanted so badly to be his equal that I didn’t think through my decision.

I wished Sam was back from France. She should be on a plane right now, landing this evening at La Guardia. The last few days I have been studying the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, trying to find a way out of going to hell. The book hinted of a spell that would require a child, a daughter. My hand touched my belly, the only child I would ever have. If it was a girl, there was a way that Mark could gain immortality, and since I wished to live as long as Mark, I would gain it as well.

If I, or one of the sluts that is pregnant with his child, bore a daughter, we would be able to cheat the Devil and escape our fate.

“It’s alright,” Mark whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

He was such a sweet man, sensing my turmoil. I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his strong arms. I knew in my heart that we’d be together forever—even in the torments of hell. I let go of the gun – it vanished back into dreamstuff before hitting the ground – and I wiggled my ass into his hardening cock.

This was the other great benefit of the shared dream; we were sleeping hundreds of miles apart. I was in New York City, in the Waldorf-Astoria, and Mark was at the Willard Intercontinental in Washington D.C. But that didn’t matter. We could be on the far side of the world and we were only a nap away from being together. My pussy moistened as I felt his stiff cock, and I imagined myself naked. The comfortable training clothes I wore vanished into black motes.

Mark’s arousal pressed against my naked ass. “Mmm, do you need some relief?” I asked my husband.

“Always Mare,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “When I’m with you, I always need relief.”

His words warmed my heart. He was always sweet with me, and it was one of the reasons our open relationship worked. He can be such a heartless bastard at times, treating women as things to satisfy his lusts, but never with me. Neither of us had to suppress our dark desires from each other, from the world. We were beyond morality—we were free. Free to trust and know that our various dalliances didn’t change how we felt for each other.

Suddenly we were floating in the blue sky, weightless. My auburn hair fanned about my head, like the tendrils of an anemone swaying in a current. I laughed, spinning about. You could have so much fun in the dreams. Something soft and fluffy bumped into my back, cushioning me. It was a cloud, cotton-white. I stretched out upon it, spreading my legs open. I rubbed a finger through my waxed pussy, already damp, and brought my digit to my lips and tasted my sweet, spicy flavor.

Mark let out a low growl as I sucked on my finger, then he buried his face into my pussy. “Umm, that feels wonderful, Mark!” I groaned. His tongue slid up my petals and flicked at my clit, while his fingers spread me open, before burying his tongue into my pussy.

My husband was a great pussy eater; I writhed on the cloud, enjoying his tongue and fingers. I ran my hand through his brown hair, his blue eyes staring up at me from between my pale thighs, and I could feel his love. I hated sleeping apart from him, but we both could control people, and were more effective separate than together.

His lips found my clit and I gasped my pleasure. “Umm, eat me, my horny stallion! Oh, hun, I’m so close! You’re driving me wild!” My orgasm built quickly. His fingers slid into my pussy, and moved deliciously in and out of my cunt. I shuddered; a small climax rippled through me.

Mark kept eating me out, sucking hard on my clit. Another orgasm shot through me and I writhed on the soft cloud. “Let me suck you!” I cried out. I wanted to make my husband feel just as amazing.

He spun around easily, his body floating down to mine. I opened my mouth and engulfed his hard cock. I grabbed his firm ass, groping him and pulling his cock deep into my mouth. I could taste the salt of his pre-cum as I bobbed my head. Mark moaned his appreciation into my pussy. I pulled him deeper, relaxing my throat, and slid his entire cock into my mouth. His pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I massaged his dick with my mouth. Then, sucking hard, I slid up until only the tip remained in my mouth, swirling my tongue about the sensitive head, before deep-throating him again.

“Oh fuck! That feels amazing, Mare!” he groaned. “My naughty filly!”

Another orgasm spasmed through me, my insides squeezing tightly; I could feel my juices splashing on my husband’s face. I moaned my pleasure on his cock, my mouth humming on his sensitive head. Salty cum suddenly flooded my mouth, and I joyfully drank my husband’s seed down, enjoying the thick, salty cream.

Mark pulled away, twirling about above me and I giggled. He looked so majestic as he moved without gravity, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He was so yummy! Then he dropped back down to the cloud on top of me, and we kissed passionately, fencing each other with our tongues. I enjoyed my sweet, spicy flavor as I wrapped my legs around his hips, and pulled my husband’s cock into my aching sheath.

“Fuck me, stallion!” I moaned as he penetrated me.

He took me hard and fast, driving me into the cotton-soft cloud. His cock felt amazing inside me. The bellboy I fucked last night may have had a dick that was a little bigger than Mark’s, but he didn’t know how to use his. My husband knew my cunt intimately, and angled his thrusts to hit all the good spots inside me.

“Fuck your filly!” I panted. “God, I love your cock!”

“Is that all you love?” Mark asked with a boyish grin.

“No! I love everything about you!” I pulled his face down and kissed him madly, running my hands down his broad back to his tight ass. Since he got the Gift his ass was so yummy; I loved to play with it.

Our groins slapped together, my clit grinding hard into his pubic bone, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure burning inside me. Mark’s hand found my right breast and he played with my nipple. He broke the kiss and bent his back so he could suck my nipple into his mouth, the wonderful pressure driving me closer and closer to my climax.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned over and over as his lips, his cock, drove me wild. I could feel a huge orgasm building inside me. A tsunami of passion that threatened to drown me. I couldn’t wait!

Mark switched tits, his cock pistoning rapidly in and out of my cunt. I loved it! His shaft rubbed on all the pleasant spots, sending more pleasure to the growing orgasm-tsunami. I licked my fingers, then spread his ass and found his asshole. I massaged the puckered ring, then slipped my fingers in and found his prostate.

“Holy shit!” Mark groaned as his cock exploded inside me.

I loved massaging his prostate. I would only do it once in a while because I loved his surprised reaction; his dick always seemed to flood an extra pint of cum – all warm and sticky – inside me when I did it, right where it belonged. He buried his cock all the way inside me as the last of his semen poured out, and I rubbed my clit on his pubic bone. I came! My orgasm washed through me, surging through every fiber of my being in wave after wave of rapture.

“I love you!” I screamed as the torrent of passion overwhelmed me. As it receded, I reveled in the feel of Mark’s strong arms holding me, his face nuzzling my neck.

We cuddled on that cloud for what seemed an eternity, my husband inside me, our lips gently kissing each other, loving each other. We didn’t talk; we were beyond words, and just enjoyed each other’s presence.

When I woke up, I was in the Waldorf-Astoria. The very suite Mark and I had stayed at the first time we came to New York. I smiled, remembering our first night, and the wild foursome we had with Rachel and Leah in this very bed. Xiu was snuggled up against me, the busty Asian slut’s tits pressed into my back. Jessica’s caramel face was inches from mine. She looked so peaceful as she slept. I closed the distance, and kissed her on the lips.

Her brown eyes opened and she smiled. “Good morning, Mistress.”

Xiu moved, rubbing against me from behind, her lips nuzzling at my neck. “Morning, Mistress,” she murmured sleepily.

I turned over and grabbed Xiu’s nipple jewelry, a pink butterfly dangling on a silver chain from a barbell piercing, and gave it a hard, painful tug. Xiu gasped in pain, lust shining in her eyes. Xiu was a masochist and nothing got her wetter than having her nipple piercings painfully pulled. “I have to pee,” I told her.

Xiu threw back the covers and slid down my body, spreading my pussy open. Her mouth latched onto my urethra and I relaxed, sighing as I pissed into her mouth. I could feel her sucking and swallowing all of my urine. The nasty sounds she made as she drank my piss just made my pussy wetter. Pleasure tingled through me as the pee flowed out. Once you’ve experienced peeing in a pretty woman’s mouth, how can you possibly ever use a toilet again?

Jessica bent over and captured one of my dusky nipples and started sucking as I finished peeing in Xiu’s mouth. The Asian slut licked at my pussy, searching for any errant drops of piss. Her tongue felt great, far better than any toilet paper, thick and agile, not rough. She was gentler than Mark, her lips and tongue softer on my pussy. My husband was a hound, aggressively licking me out, whereas Xiu was a cat, taking gentle, careful licks. They weren’t better or worse, just different. She licked through every fold and crevasse of my pussy, before her tongue started to lightly flick at my clit.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned. “I love your tongues on me, sluts!”

“We live to pleasure you and Master,” Jessica purred, reaching over to finger my other nipple as she sucked on the first.

The door opened and April walked in, naked save for her glasses and choker, carrying a tray that had a few sliced honeydew melons and a bowl of oatmeal. She set the tray on the nightstand and slipped into bed. The nerdy girl quickly sucked my other nipple into her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her wet pussy rubbed on my skin, slippery wet and hot.

“Looks like a party in here,” giggled Lillian.

The goth slut strutted in, dressed in a black corset that cupped her small, pale breasts and left her pink nipples bare. A very short skirt made of black gauze barely covered her pussy and her pale thighs were clad in black stockings held up by lacy, red garters.

I licked my lips. “Come sit on my face, Lillian.”

“Oh, I would love that, Mistress.”

Lillian practically skipped to me, climbing up onto the bed and straddling my face. Her pussy was shaved and I could smell her tart arousal as she lowered her wet cunt to my eager lips. I licked through her pussy, enjoying her flavor and the moans that issued from her lips. I began mimicking what Xiu was doing to my pussy. When Xiu’s tongue slipped into my sheath, I shoved my tongue into Lillian’s cunt, enjoying the feel of the silky, wet walls on my tongue. Then Xiu nibbled gently at my clit.

“Oh, Mistress!” Lillian gasped as I gently nipped at her clit with my teeth. “That feels wonderful. Thank you, thank you! I’m the luckiest slut in the world!”

April and Jessica continued nursing at my breasts, their lips and tongues sending pleasure tingling from my nipples down to my womb. Jessica sucked hard, nipping at my nipple, while April let her tongue do most of the work, swirling about my nub, then gently kissed my breast, while she humped hard at my thigh; I loved the feel of her cream on my skin. I had three mouths kissing and licking me, driving me closer and closer to a shuddering orgasm. When it finally exploded inside me, I screamed my pleasure into Lillian’s pussy.

“Fuck yes!” moaned Lillian, cumming and flooding my mouth with her tart juices. “Thank you! Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

Lillian cuddled next to me, and I reached over her to grab a slice of honeydew melon as Xiu, April, and Jessica slipped into a daisy chain on the floor. I took a bite of the sweet melon, listening to the moans of pleasure from the three sluts, when I felt nausea churn in my stomach and I bolted to the bathroom.

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Mark Glassner – The Willard Intercontinental – Washington D.C.

*This morning sickness is all your fault, Mark Glassner!* Mary sent. I could feel her discomfort in her thoughts.

I was balls deep in Desiree’s pussy, fucking the Latina slut as she ate out Tibby’s cunt, one of the two women I brought up to my hotel room last night. The other woman was Tibby’s teenage daughter Bryanna, who knelt next to Desiree as Alison sucked my cum out of the teen’s ass. I was enjoying one last romp with the mother and daughter before I left to attend to Congress.

*Just think of our daughter,* I sent back. *Just picture how beautiful she’ll be when you hold her in your arms.*

*Who are you fucking?* There was a strange, accusatory tinge to her thought.

*Desiree while she eats out this MILF’s ass. Alison is next to us, eating my cum out of the daughter’s ass.*

*You’re having an orgy while your wife is suffering?*

I frowned and stopped thrusting into Desiree. *What’s wrong, Mare?*

*I just hate vomiting. And I wish you were here. I like it when you hold my hair. It’s not the same with Lillian.*

*It’s only until tomorrow. Then I’ll be there to hold your hair. I love you.*

*I love you too. You can keep fucking Desiree. Make her scream for me and give my love to the other sluts.*

I resumed thrusting back into Desiree’s cunt. “Was that mi Reina?” she asked.

“Yeah, she said she loves all of her sluts.”

Alison beamed, her lips sticky with cum. “Don’t stop!” Bryanna gasped. “I’m so close to cumming. Keep licking me slut!”

Alison giggled and dived back into the teen’s ass. Desiree’s cunt squeezed on my cock; the slut was desperate for my cum. My balls tightened; I was nearing that wonderful edge, about to plummet off into the rapture of release.

“Fucking slut!” I groaned, slapping her full ass, watching her nut-brown cheeks jiggle.

“Cum in me, mi Rey!” she cooed. “Fill me with your spunk so I can make Alison eat me out.”

“Umm, I would love that,” Alison purred. “I love eating Master’s cum out of a woman’s hole, particularly when that woman’s my sexy wife!”

“Then keep eating my ass if you love his cum!” Bryanna moaned. “Oh Momma, I’m so close to cumming!”

“Me too, pumpkin,” Tibby gasped. “Oh god, her tongue is driving me wild. This slut is an expert on muff diving!”

“I taught her well,” Alison giggled. “Make that bitch howl, my Latin beauty!”

“Umm, I will, mi Sirenita. And I want to hear that teenage puta explode on your lips!”

“Oh fucking yes! I’m going to explode!” the teen girl shouted. “Holy shit! Her tongue’s wiggling up my butthole! Oh my Gods! Oh my fucking Gods!” Her body shook and she collapsed onto her belly. There was a pleased look on Alison’s face—a self-satisfied cat licking her lips.

I was almost there, just a few more strokes and I would be basting Desiree’s snatch with a huge load of cum. I gripped her hips and slammed into her, savoring every velvety inch of her cunt as my cock plowed in and out. She felt wonderful, driving my balls to distraction, and I unloaded inside her with a low grunt.

“Oh yes, oh yes!” Tibby panted, her pussy grinding into Desiree’s face. Tibby collapsed on the bed, quaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

Desiree hadn’t climaxed yet, so, after I pulled out of her cunt, I grabbed her clit and rolled it between my fingers a few times. She bucked and screamed, orgasming hard. Her cunt still gaped open; I could see the pink muscles inside spasming as she came, expelling my white cum with her juices.

“Thank you, mi Rey!”

“That was fucking hot!” Alison moaned, then kissed her wife as her fingers rapidly frigged her clit. The two sluts shared the flavor of a mother’s cunt and a daughter’s ass as Alison writhed, her orgasm shivering through her.

I sent Bryanna and her mother off, both bubbling with joy at spending the night with their God. Violet brought in my breakfast: scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and hash browns. I wolfed it down and dressed in the suit that Korina had laid out for me. The sluts wore their provocative clothes: Violet was the naughty schoolgirl this morning, Alison was stunning as a slutty genie, Desiree wore a naughty nurse’s outfit, and Korina dressed as a sexy goth girl.

The crowd waiting outside was even larger than last night, a tide somehow being held back by my soldiers, surging against them in their eagerness to see me. My soldiers were calling themselves the Legion: nearly 10,000 Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines that had sworn oaths of fidelity to me and had been bound by the Ragily prayer, the Monk version of the Zimmah spell. Unlike the Warlock spell, Ragily didn’t bind their life-force to me, but they would stay loyal as long as they served, and were gifted with certain advantages in fighting the supernatural.

A cadre of the bodyguards formed up around me, dressed as sexy cops. All were volunteers now, and their numbers had swelled to one hundred—all bound to me by the Zimmah spell. My poor mom’s cunt was getting raw from the number of times I had to fuck her earlier this week to bind all these cops to me. 51, commander of the bodyguards, saluted me.

“Good morning, sir,” she said, a smile on her ebony face.

“Let’s get going,” I said after greeting her with a kiss. Two of the bodyguards opened the hotel door and I stepped out to the cheering crowd.

Everything went blue around me, a shimmering field of rippling energy.

I froze; someone just shot at me and the bullet was deflected by my amulet. A loud gunshot cracked across the square and all the bodyguards and soldiers drew their weapons, scanning the crowd. Fear spurred my heart into overdrive and flooded ice through my veins. I was engulfed in blue two more times in rapid succession. I caught a muzzle flash from an apartment window to my left across the street. Only, it looked like the drapes were still drawn across that window.

I stared at the window and saw the fourth muzzle flash – a tongue of red-orange fire – pass through the curtain, but not disturb the fabric in anyway, before everything went blue around me again. One of the bodyguards tried to draw me back and I shook her off. I could see soldiers already pushing through the crowd, racing to that building while the counter-snipers on the hotel’s roof opened fire.

An idea popped into my head. There were news crews here – wherever Mary or I went, there were always news and paparazzi around – and they were broadcasting the attack to the world. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate some Godly powers.

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Jerrold Baxter

After the fourth shot bounced off the Tyrant’s shield I stopped firing and retreated from the window. The counter-snipers had figured out my position and were firing blindly at me, and one round had already whizzed past my head. I quickly disassembled my rifle and put it into its case. The soldiers out on the streets would be in the building and crashing through this apartment door in about a minute.

Plenty of time to escape.

I unsheathed a bronze knife. “Pasaq! I shouted and stabbed the air. My knife sank into nothingness, the tip vanishing seemingly into thin air. I started to saw the knife, cutting through the very fabric of reality, and began carving a portal to the Shadows.

Slipping into the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, was not for the faint of heart, but it was a useful spell Noel had taught us after we made our Pacts. The best part: this spell wasn’t found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Noel was positive that Mark knew nothing about it. Apparently, after Noel had been freed from the Tyrants’ slavery, she had used her time to research the occult, and she found several other grimoires that had spells in them.

Spells that worked once we all had sold our souls to the Devil.

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Mark Glassner

“Get inside, Master!” 51 shouted at me.

“Stay back!” I ordered her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

51 let go of me and I unleashed Molech’s flames. The fire danced harmlessly on me, but anyone touching me would be burned. I then muttered, “Uwph,” the levitation spell, and soared over the crowd towards that window. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my Godly Powers, and I swallowed my fear. Flying – even a few stories above the ground – unnerved me. I focused on the window, trying to ignore the growing distance between me and the ground. As I flew, I summoned my armor, the gold materializing about me, weighing me down slightly and forcing me to correct my trajectory.

I braced myself to crash through the window, crossing my arms and relying on my armor’s forearm-guards – the vambraces – to protect my face. Only nothing was there. It was an illusion. I landed in a living room that looked like it belonged to an old lady, tidy, adorned with doilies and vases and pictures of children hanging on the walls. In the center of the room was a man, dark haired and muscular, somehow drawing lines that glowed white in the air.

Drawn by a dagger that appeared to be sunk into nothingness. What the hell was he doing?

The man whirled, yanking his dagger out of the nothingness. It was bronze and glinted sharply as the man went into a fighting stance, the dagger held low. I slipped into an aikido stance, the martial art Azrael had taught me in my dreams. We eyed each other for a moment and then he lashed out with the knife.

I followed the arc, slid to the side and went to grab his knife hand. He moved; I missed the grab, his dagger scraping harmlessly across my gold breastplate. His foot lashed out and caught me on the knee between the greeves and the metal skirt; the pain flashed through me.

I limped back and peered at him and saw only a black aura. He was a Thrall. “Stop!” I ordered him.

He ignored me.

How the hell did he do that? There was no red fringe around his black aura; he wasn’t under the Zimmah ritual. So why didn’t my power work on him? As I pondered that, he thrust his knife at my face; I quickly brought my arm up and let the stroke glance off my vambrace. I grabbed his hand, shutting off my flames – I wanted to capture the assassin, not burn him to death – and grappled him.

*Are you okay, Mark?* Mary’s thought suddenly intruded as the assassin and I fell to the floor in a heap of grasping limbs.

*Busy!* I thought back.

*Oh God, Mark! Be careful!*

The man was on top of me, his dagger slamming down at my face. I grabbed his wrist with my right hand, halting his blow. We strained against each other. I threw an awkward punch at his face with my left hand and he blocked it. I heaved, and rolled him onto his back. He landed hard and the knife skittered away from him. I drew back my fist and punched him as hard as I could in the face.

My fist landed on his brow; I almost screamed in pain as I broke two of the knuckles on my right hand on his skull. The man blinked, looking stunned and trying to shake off the blow, while blood poured from a cut in his eyebrow. I grabbed the knife with my left hand and placed it at his throat.

“Who are you!” I demanded.

“A patriot,” he spat back. “Kill me, Tyrant. You will learn nothing from me!”

“How are you ignoring my commands?”

He spat in my face, stinging my eyes. Anger flashed through me like a firestorm and for a moment I started to press the knife into his throat before I stopped myself. You need him alive, I reminded myself. Adrenaline pounded through me, making it hard to think straight. This man tried to kill me and every instinct made me want to drive the dagger home in retribution. I took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain in my wrenched knee and broken knuckles, and calmed myself down.

There was an explosion at the door, wooden splinters raining, followed by my shouting soldiers. They froze in surprise and snapped to attention.

“My Lord,” the sergeant saluted in surprise.

“Take him,” I ordered, rolling off the man.

As the soldiers grabbed the assassin, I closed my eyes and concentrated on healing my broken knuckles and wrenched knee. The pain melted away as the bones reknit and torn ligaments mended. I stood up, dismissing my armor, and it fell off me in golden sparkles. The prisoner was bound with plastic cuffs and the soldiers were searching him roughly.

*I’m safe, Mary,* I sent.

*What were you thinking!* Mary demanded. *I just watched you on the news, flying like a comet at the man who tried to kill you! We have bodyguards and soldiers for shit like that! I about had a heart-attack watching your idiocy!*

I felt sheepish. *Sorry, Mare. I thought it would be good PR. You know, Gods shouldn’t run from danger. *

*Good PR? Good fucking PR?* I could feel an almost hysterical incredulity through the sending. *You idiot! You’re too important to risk on goddamn foolishness like that.*

I let the insult slide; she was just scared. *Watch out, Mare. This guy looked like a regular Thrall, but he ignored my orders.*

Unease filled her sending, *Sam gets back tonight. I’m flying down to D.C. with her as soon as her plane lands.*

*What about the UN?*

*The UN can go fuck itself, Mark!* Her fear and concern poured through the sending. *I need to see that you’re all right. In person. I can always fly back to New York tomorrow in time.*

*Okay, Mare. Love you.*

*I love you too, even if you can be pigheadedly stupid sometimes. Good PR!*

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Sheila Robbins, New York City

“Pasaq!” I shouted and stabbed my bronze knife into the air and slowly drew open a portal into the Shadows.

I was in an apartment looking down at the Waldorf-Astoria, the owner sleeping peacefully on his bed. On the news, they were showing Baxter getting dragged out, captured by Mark. I cursed, the Tyrant was far more powerful than Noel had reckoned. How had he deflected the bullet? The news clearly showed that the first shot caught the bastard off-guard.

I didn’t have time to think about that now. Down at the hotel, I could see Mary’s party preparing to leave and I jumped into the Shadows.

Clearly, sniper rifles were not the way to defeat them. They must have some sort of spell in place to protect them from gunfire. I was going to try a different way to kill Mary. I could slip through the Shadows and pop out right behind her and shove my dagger through her back before anyone could react. I knew just where to strike to slide past the ribs and find her heart. My blade was thick; it would destroy her heart. She would be dead before a cardiothoracic surgeon could even have a chance to save her.

Ten years in the CIA had taught me a few things.

I was surprisingly calm as I moved through the Shadows. I was going to die. It was unavoidable. Once I stepped out, I would have a few seconds to plunge my knife into her back before all those soldiers and sluts they called bodyguards would react and gun me down. It would be worth it. I would have killed one of the Tyrants.

Sometimes the mission is so important, so vital, to your Country’s freedom that you have to give up your life. A lesson I learned at the Farm during my training. I had spent years in backwater hellholes to protect my Country, so there was no way in hell I could stand back and watch the Tyrants destroy it. I was prepared to die to keep it free.

Moving through the Shadows was different. Distances didn’t measure directly. After taking a few steps, I could see Mary through the mists when I concentrated. I thrust my dagger into the veil that separated the mortal world and the afterlife, and started to carve my portal. It was faster to create on this side, somehow easier to return to the mortal world than to enter the spiritual. I drew the portal rapidly, my heart beating faster and faster. Three sides down, my knife sliding upwards to complete the doorway.

I was going to die with Mary’s blood on my blade.

A cold hand grabbed me and yanked me backwards face-to-face with a blonde, naked woman. She stared fiercely into my eyes; hers were blue and filled with an icy fury. “You will not touch our Mistress,” she hissed. Anger filled her voice, a terrible, cold rage that I had never felt in the living.

Our? I glanced around as I struggled in her cold grip only to see more women. Maybe a dozen of them, surrounding me. Shit! I stabbed my bronze knife at the blonde’s chest, aiming for her heart. I would need to kill her quickly if I had any chance against the rest. The blade bounced off her breast, the tip slightly bent. The blonde didn’t even seem to notice the blow.

“You should not have come here, mortal,” the blonde told me. She had Scandinavian cheekbones and she reminded me of a Valkyrie—beautiful, implacable, deadly.

Her other hand lashed out, grabbing my throat, and squeezed. I struggled in vain as cold fingers choked off my air. No! I couldn’t die! Not without stabbing that Mary in the fucking heart! I could not fail and let that bitch live!

I tried to saw through the fingers about my throat with the bronze blade, while my booted feet lashed at her legs. My toe cracked against her shin, and my knife didn’t even seem to irritate the skin of her fingers. My vision fuzzed, everything going black around me as my lungs burned for oxygen.

No! No! No! I will not be defeated by some naked, blonde bimbo!

The knife clattered from my hand. The strength fled my body. It was getting too hard to think; my vision reduced to a narrow tunnel filled with her fierce, blue eyes. No, I weakly protested as the tunnel shrank, narrowed, vanished.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness. Into fire.

“Welcome, welcome,” a familiar voice roared as the flames began to consume me, cracking my skin. Lucifer appeared before me, shining like the sun. A red chain – molten, burning – bound about my neck, led to him. It was one of thousands. Everywhere I looked there were burning men and women; all the foolish idiots that sold their souls to him.

Oh God, I made a mistake. I tried to scream, but the flames burned down my throat when I opened my mouth, filling every fiber of my soul with pain. Nothing was worth this torment. No Country, no Flag, no person. Oh God, nothing was worth this torment!

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Mark Glassner – Washington D.C.

The Honorable Senator from the Great State of Texas was speaking when I walked into the Senate. His eyes fixed flinty on me as a great uproar went through the room. All the senators who were not under my power pulled earplugs out of their pockets and quickly put them into their ears. Irritation flashed through me; people were getting wise to the limitations of our powers. It didn’t matter; my soldiers had already surrounded the Capital Building, trapping most of the Senators and Congressmen inside.

The Senator from Texas, Ronald Bybee, put in his own earplugs and kept orating, “The Great State of Texas can no longer stand-by and watch as our Great Nation kowtows to this monster!” His finger pointed at me, jabbing with such violence like he wanted to reach across the room and plunge his finger deep into my heart. “Governor Holt has asked me to convey his decisions. As of today, October 7th, 2013, the Great State of Texas secedes from the Union and will once again be the Republic of Texas!”

I surveyed the Senators. Half looked worshipfully at me, kneeling down, while their colleagues with their earplugs either scowled defiantly or stared fearfully at me. Up in the gallery, the C-SPAN cameras rolled. The Legion streamed around me, fanning about the room, their boots echoing loudly.

“Do not kill anyone,” I ordered. “Remove their earplugs.”

I watched as my soldiers surged into the Senators. I felt a pang of guilt. I was betraying everything my Country stood for: Freedom, Liberty, Democracy. Our forefathers had reject the tyranny of Kings, and here I was imposing the harsher tyranny of a God upon them. It was all for the greater good, I told myself. Mary hinted that something bad was coming; we needed to prepare the world. Besides, once we had every man, woman, and child enthralled to us there would be an end to violence—to the suffering that men callously inflicted on each other. Everyone would be happy and live peacefully with their neighbors.

That was worth a little tyranny, right?

*33 governors and 11 lieutenant governors arrived for the meeting. Six States didn’t send anyone,* Mary sent. She was at a meeting of State Governors; we needed to get the State Governments under our thumbs just as much as the Federal Government. *How is it going at Congress?*

*I take it Texas is one of the six that didn’t send a representative?*

*How did you know?* Surprise pulsed in her thought.

*Texas just seceded from the Union.*

*Does the Govenor of Texas know you have his National Guard under your control?* Mary asked.

*He’s about to find out the hard way, I’m afraid.* I paused, considering Mary’s news. *I think we should arrest those governors that just sent their lieutenants, and place their lieutenants in charge of those States.*

*Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.* Bitter regret filled her reply. *Are we doing the right thing?*

*Hopefully, Mare.*

The commotion had died down, the resistant Senators had been cowed and were under guard; their earplugs removed. Only a few of them had to be roughly handled. Geraldine Medley, one of Washington State’s two senators walked up to the podium. “Senators, I’m proud to welcome our Lord and Protector, Mark Glassner!”

The loyal senators clapped and a few of the more bold, captured senators booed as I strode up to the Podium. “I am here today to have the Senate confirm that I am your loving God, here to protect you from the coming Darkness.”

As I spoke, my enemies became my most fervent allies. The Senate passed a constitutional amendment declaring us the Gods of America and our worship as the official State Religion. Then they agreed to a treaty placing America beneath the auspices of our Theocracy—the first sovereign state to be brought beneath our world government. They passed other laws, stripping all other religions of their tax exemption and further imposing a tax on all churches, synagogues, temples, mosques, shrines, and any other place of worship that didn’t follow us.

With the Senate in hand, I walked over to the House of Representatives to deal with the Congressmen and -women. My soldiers had already secured them and, after I had finished speaking, they unanimously voted for the laws, treaty, and amendments that the Senate had passed. I felt dirty as I left Congress, and kept telling myself it was all for the greater good.

After leaving Congress, I visited a few of the Embassies in D.C.: the British, French, and German, and placed their ambassadors under our control. The situation with Europe was tense. All the world leaders not under our power were avoiding our phone calls, making it difficult to get them under control. The ones that were under our power were facing considerable political turmoil. The Prime Minister of Britain, loyal to us, had been forced to resign by a Motion of No Confidence. Various parties were now vying for power in their Parliament. Worse happened to the unfortunate President of Pakistan: he had been beheaded by fundamentalists rallying behind the Taliban.

Mary arrived at the hotel that evening, flying down from New York just like she promised. It had been a long day, and I was tired and happy to see my wife.

“Mark!” Mary cried, rushing to me and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips. Her hands ran all over my body. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine, Mare!”

Then she poked me hard in the chest. “You need to be more careful! Good PR! Really, Mark?”

“Sorry.”

Then she kissed me again and clung to me. Beyond my wife, I could see both Sam and Candy. They both looked tired and Candy had her arms wrapped around Sam’s waist. “You have it?” I asked them.

“Yes, sir,” Sam answered. “Though we did run into some trouble.”

Mary nodded. “I had to heal Candy. She had a badly broken leg, and Sam had some cuts too.”

“What happened?”

“Lilith,” Candy spat. “One of her children.”

“An Alukah,” Sam explained. “A type of vampire. It killed two police officers and almost drained me dry of my blood.” Sam glanced fondly at Candy. “But she saved my life.”

Candy flushed. “It was nothing, Sam. You would have done the same for me.”

“She was amazing,” Sam continued. “She broke her leg jumping out of a second story window and then dragged herself back into the Motherhouse to save me.” Sam gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “Anyway, I can start constructing the Matmown right away.”

“Good,” Mary smiled, then glanced at me. “So, you captured a man immune to your powers?”

Sam’s eyes lit up. “A Warlock?”

“No, he has a black aura. Only, there’s no red fringe indicating he’s under the Zimmah spell,” I answered.

“Interesting,” Sam smiled.

“That’s one word for it,” I muttered as I led them to the elevator.

The elevator creaked down to the basement. The walls were bare, mortared concrete blocks, the floor a hard slab of more concrete. Soldiers guarded a utility room and muffled heavy metal music bled through the door. Was that Cannibal Corpse? The soldiers saluted, then they opened the door.

The assassin was handcuffed to a chair, a black bag over his head. A CIA interrogator leaned against the wall and straightened when I entered. He quickly turned the music off and the room plunged into ringing silence.

“What have you learned?” I asked.

The CIA interrogator shrugged. “Not much, my Lord. He’s Agent Jerrold Baxter, FBI. Thirteen years in the FBI, seven as an HRT sniper.” I frowned at the acronym. “Hostage Rescue Team. A counter-terrorist unit. Highly trained. No black marks on his record, three citations for bravery and one Medal of Valor, a very prestigious award in the FBI.”

Mary pulled the mask off the man then stuck a finger underneath her skirt. It came away wet with her juices and she traced a symbol on the man’s head—the Mark of Qayin. It was necessary to anchor any prayers she needed to cast on the prisoner. She murmured a Nun’s prayer, then frowned, straightening. “He’s not a Thrall.”

I looked at my wife in confusion. “What? His aura?”

“If he were a Thrall he would be staring blankly ahead,” Mary replied.

“It is possible he’s a Warlock,” Sam suggested. “If he made the right wish, perhaps it could have camouflaged his aura. Or perhaps there is a spell that can do the same.”

Mary reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “What the fuck!” the assassin gasped.

Mary grimaced and stroked him, then bent down and sucked his cock into her mouth. A bewildered expression filled the assassin’s face as Mary’s head bobbed up and down. I gritted my teeth, hating to see my wife degrade herself. Memories flashed through my mind of Brandon holding her face, ramming his cock into her mouth, while she pretended to love it. I fought down the bile and anger. If I could I would bring Brandon back from the dead just to put another bullet in his head.

Sweat broke out on the man’s face and I could see him struggling to resist. He fought against his orgasm for a while, but Mary never stopped sucking, one hand gently massaging his balls. She alternated between deep-throating him, and licking just the tip of his cock. He squirmed in the chair; his face grew red and his breath quickened.

“Shit!” he moaned.

Mary quickly pulled her mouth off his cock, white cum shooting up into the air, and hissed, “Shalak.” The Mark of Qayin blazed white on the man’s head and his aura became silver.

A regular mortal’s aura.

Mary coughed and spat out his cum. The CIA interrogator handed her a water bottle and she noisily washed her mouth out, spitting into the corner of the room as I studied the man. My mind whirled. A Warlock that looked like a Thrall. A quarter of the nation must be under our powers by now; a sea of people that a Warlock with the right wish or spell could hide in. I glanced at Sam: eyes furrowed, mind churning away. She was always thinking, always working out problems..

“Why did you try to kill me?” I finally asked.

His aura turned black as my power affected him. “For Liberty!” he spat. “Did you think that you could enslave our Great Nation and patriots would not rise up and fight you?”

“There are more of you?” Mary asked, walking back.

“Many,” he spat. “We will not rest until you two are dead!”

“What are their names?” I demanded.

He frowned, and struggled to talk. “I…can’t…say!” he gasped.

“Ask him what his wishes were,” Sam suggested. I did.

“I wished to be immune from another person’s control; to make my aura appear black like a Thrall’s; and that anyone who signed our pledge could not have their names revealed to the Tyrants, Mark and Mary Glassner, and any who serve them.” He laughed, an almost maniacal, unhinged sound. “You see, as long as one of us still has our Pact, no-one can be forced to reveal our names!”

“You all made a Pact?”

His grin was wild. “All the Patriots! I may have failed today, but there will be others. We shall not stop! We are everywhere! We are legion!”

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General Gonzalo Olmos – The Governor’s Mansion, Austin, Texas

Governor Quincy Holt, the traitor to his Gods and Country, stood on the porch of the Governor’s Mansion besides the massive, white Doric columns that supported the roof. Local and national media were in attendance, filming the traitor as he prepared to make his speech declaring that Texas had seceded from the Union. The lawn was full of men and women cheering and clapping, waving Texan flags.

No US Flag flew on the mansion, only the State Flag. The Republic of Texas’s flag.

“It is with a heavy heart that I made my decision,” the traitor said into the microphones. “But I could not let the Great State of Texas fall into the hands of a false messiah. There is only one God, and his name is not Mark Glassner!”

A great cheer went up from the crowd. Signs were waved, reading: “Jesus is my savior, not Mark,” “ ‘Thou shalt have no gods before me.’ Exodus 20:3,” “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the exercise thereof!” and many more.

They were all traitors.

“General Olmos,” Captain Brentmeyers saluted.

I was the Adjutant General for the Texan National Guard. When Governor Holt mobilized the Guard to secede from the Union, I had been so sick to my stomach. His actions today would not pass unanswered. I would help my Gods preserve this Great Nation and not let some disgusting politician pull it apart like a murder of crows over a carcass. There would be no second Civil War if I could help it.

All of my soldiers agreed with me.

“Everything is ready, sir,” the captain told me, his young face pale.

“It will be okay, son,” I told him, clasping his shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “For our Country and for our Gods.”

He swallowed, straightening his back. “Yes, sir!”

The traitor continued his speech as I marched along the edge of the crowd towards the porch. My soldiers were positioned around the lawn, supposedly a show of support for the traitorous Governor. The bastard nodded to me – a jovial smile crossing his fat, ruddy face and a pleased, oily look filled his eyes as he saw me; the disgusting slug lusted for power – as I climbed the stairs to join him.

“General Olmos and I will protect…”

His oily eyes bulged in surprise as I drew my service handgun – a Colt .45 with a nickle-plated grip that I had polished until it gleamed like silver – and placed it to the traitor’s forehead. “For Mark and Mary!” I roared and executed him.

To be continued…

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Lilith’s plague strikes Seattle.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Forty-Five: Wormwood

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

We had been in San Francisco for a week, spreading the Holy Word, when Wormwood erupted. Brian fell ill, and a great fear clutched my heart. The hospitals had been overwhelmed and I could only sit next to my husband and pray. I furiously prayed to our Living Gods, over and over until my sex grew sore with the ferocity of my devotions. On the third night, the God appeared in a vision before me, glowing like the sun. He took me in the vision, pleasure suffusing my entire being. “All will be well, my slut,” he had proclaimed as my passion overcame me. “Your faith has been rewarded.” The next morning, Brian’s fever lifted.
–Second Missionaries 14:01-03

Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – City Hall, Seattle

I found Mary in the mayor’s office, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mayor Erikson appeared to have been enthralled by Lamia – who was either Lilith or one of her daughters – and I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later.

My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her.

“Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?”

I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. I sauntered to her and she slid off the desk. Man, she looked sexy in her fatigues, like an amazon.

She kissed me with passion, pressing her body to me, and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. “Fuck me,” she hissed, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. “God, I need it so bad!”

I spun her about, bent my wife over the desk. She pushed the computer monitor and keyboard to the side, and they crashed to the floor. I squeezed her ass through the fatigues, then ripped them off her ass along with the sky-blue boy-shorts she wore underneath. Her cunt was wet, waxed bare, and I whipped my cock out and shoved it in.

“Fuck, that’s nice!” I moaned as I pounded her pussy.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, writhing on the desk. “Take me, stallion!”

The soldiers guarding the door were sure to hear us; that just made it hotter. I buried my shaft into my wife’s tight hole over and over. The desk rattled and slid on the beige carpet. Mary’s freckled ass jiggled every time I bottomed out in her cunt; the cheeks were plump, inviting, and I smacked my hand down on her ass.

“Ohh, spank my ass!” Mary groaned.

I slapped her again, leaving a red hand-print. Then I grabbed her auburn ponytail and yanked her head back. I usually wasn’t this rough with her, but after the fight, we both were boiling over with energy that needed a release.

I pulled her head up, and whispered in her ear, “You like this? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her green eyes lidded with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, stud! Make me howl in pleasure!”

“Naughty filly!” I panted, and slammed my rod harder into her cunt. “Naughty fucking filly!”

“Yes! So naughty! I’m your naughty filly! Oh God, make me cum!”

Her cunt convulsed on my cock as her passion swept through her. She felt delicious, wonderful as her sheath milked my cock. I pulled back, and drove my cock home. Every muscle in my body tensed as my passion exploded thick into her.

Mary was shaking, breathing heavily, and then I heard a soft sob escape her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? “Did I hurt you?” I tenderly asked.

“No,” she said, sniffing. “It’s just…You almost died again, Mark.”

I pulled out of her, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk. Mary curled up on my lap, and I stroked her hair as she softly cried. “I didn’t die though,” I reassured her.

“I know, but…it was so close.” She looked up at me, her green eyes red with emotion. “You were so burned. I didn’t even know how you were still standing.”

“You have no idea how close it was,” I whispered.

“What?”

I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. “I almost killed her. I…”

“Shh…” she said, putting her finger to my lips.

I swallowed; she was right. It wasn’t safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil’s prison would have sprung open, and he would have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.

I had to be more careful.

Mary kissed me gently. She couldn’t say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it. She was trying to reassure me, to quell the guilt and recriminations that twisted about inside me. We had driven Lilith from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep, and we could take the time to figure things out, and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam should be leaving for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.

The kiss was soft, gentle, loving. I stroked Mary’s face, relaxing into her lips. The kiss grew more passionate, Mary shifting, squirming on my lap as she kicked off her fatigues and underwear. My tongue explored her sweet mouth. I kept hold of her face, not wanting to break the kiss as she straddled me. We broke the kiss only long enough for me to pull her black halter-top off, my hands instantly going to her freckled breasts as we kissed again. Mary shivered in pleasure as I played with her nipples.

My wife raised her hips up, guided my cock to her wonderful hole, and slid achingly slow down my shaft. I groaned into her lips, enjoying the sensation of being buried in her sopping cunt. Then she raised up slowly – a shudder passed through my body – and then back down. This wasn’t the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago; we were making love this time, slow and passionate.

My right hand let go of her left breast, sliding down her silky skin to cup her plump ass, guiding her hips as she slowly rode me. The leather chair creaked and my stomach sank as it leaned back. For a moment, I feared the chair was falling backwards. Then it stopped; her breasts hung down to brush my chest. She smiled in relief, then she pumped up and down on my shaft.

“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her emerald eyes staring down at me. Her ponytail hung down her neck and brushed my shoulder. “I love you.”

I squeezed her ass, urging her to go faster, and pulled her down for another kiss. I put all my love into my lips, nibbling on hers and playing with her tongue. She tasted sweet. She rocked faster on me. The pleasure intensified, building in my balls, and I drove my cock into her. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor, moving into a shaft of morning sunlight. Mary’s hair was a tongue of fire kissing my shoulder and chest as we made love.

“My Mare!” I groaned, feeling my balls tightening. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” she whispered, her face flushed and sweaty with passion. “Cum in me.”

Her velvety cunt gripped my cock as she slammed down and I exploded in her. She mewled in pleasure, her body shaking atop me as her passion burst inside her. She gasped once, then sighed, and snuggled against my chest.

“I love you, Mare,” I whispered, my hand stroking down her side, down to her baby bump. “You and our child.” I was going to have other children, with the sluts, with other women, but I knew I was going to love our children just a little bit more.

“Our only child,” Mary sighed.

“What?” I asked her. “We can have other children.”

“Nuns don’t get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair that I’m having all these children.”

“It’s okay, Mark.” She shifted, looking up at me, and kissed me. “We’ll have one child, at least.”

“One daughter. I told my sperm, remember.”

She laughed. “It doesn’t work that way, Mark.”

“Sure it does. Willow told me so. She’s an OB/GYN.”

Mary rolled her eyes. It was good to see her happy. Maybe having only one kid wasn’t so bad, Mary wanted to name our first son Albert, after my grandfather. He was a great guy, but Albert was a terrible name. Our daughter would be named Chasity in memory of the loving woman that gave her life for Mary.

“Fine, if we only have one child…” Mary started to say.

“A daughter,” I corrected.

“Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta,” Mary declared with a mischievous grin. Did she read my mind? “Chasity Alberta Glassner.”

Fuck. That was almost as bad. I opened my mouth to object, when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering over to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary’s outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.

“Master, Mistress,” she smiled, sitting down on a chair across from us.

Mary smiled back, then climbed off me. Jessica’s eyes fell on her messy cunt, and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk’s edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife’s pussy and licked my cum out of her. Mary gripped her honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn hair tossed, and it wasn’t long before she was shuddering in pleasure, tossing me a smile over her shoulder as she came.

“Umm, that was good,” Mary purred.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.

“Why don’t you bend over the desk and let Mark fuck your ass,” Mary ordered her. I smiled at Mary; she was a such loving wife, and always made sure my needs were taken care of.

“Are you ready to run the city?” I asked Jessica as I hiked up her gray skirt.

“Yes, I…ohh…am!” Jessica gasped as I slipped my cock into her tight ass.

“Good, we’re heading back to Tacoma after this,” I told her, fucking her bowels.

“I’ll make sure things run smooth, Master!”

“I know you will. I have complete faith in you.”

Her dark face flushed as she turned around to look back at me. “Thank you, Master! I won’t let you down.”

Her ass was tight, hot, as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and her ass constricted slightly every time her little slit was struck.

“I don’t trust the new head of Seattle’s Police,” I continued. “Have her arrested. In fact, you might want to purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men though.”

“Oh, yes!” Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back against me. “That makes sense. She’s a man-hater.”

“Round up all the high-ranking government officials that are women,” Mary commanded; she looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. “We’ll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. “Are you making my husband feel good, slut?”

“I am, Mistress,” Jessica answered.

“Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I muttered as I watched my wife kissing Jessica. My balls were close to exploding, and I groaned and shot my wad into Jessica’s ass.

Mary broke the kiss. “Clean his up cock, slut.”

“Absolutely,” Jessica purred, and quickly knelt before me, sucking my dirty cock into her mouth.

Mary slipped off the desk, rubbed Jessica’s head, and told her, “You’ll do just fine. We both love you.”

Jessica beamed around my cock.

The door banged opened and Sam walked in, flanked by Candy. “I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona.”

“What?” I asked her as Jessica released my cock.

“It’s possible she’s a trap,” Sam answered. “Fiona was left alone in the Mayor’s house with none of Lilith’s children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted.”

“Lilith meant for her to get captured?” Mary asked.

Sam nodded. “What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her. She’s a Warlock, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “She’s made some Pact with Lilith.”

“Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow. If you try to exorcise her, it’s possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you.”

Mary paled, swallowing, and a chill ran through me.

Candy nodded. “It’s what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!”

“Then how do we interrogate her?” Mary asked. “I’m not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark.”

It left a queasy feeling in my stomach, but we needed to know about Lilith’s plans. “Maybe there is a way,” I realized, glancing at my wife. “When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?”

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Tir – Sangi, the Democratic Republic of Congo

I watched Thamina, my birth-mother, sit disconsolately on the doorstep of a rough hut.

Fiona, her wife, never made it to the rendezvous. She was dead or captured; my birth-mother grieved her absence. We were in one of the three villages filled with the women we rescued from several ‘refugee’ camps in the jungles of Africa. In these camps, vile men called ‘warlords’ would wander in and claim these women for his men to be raped. Well, Mother sent my sisters and I to save them, and we made short work of a dozen of those bands. These women, recognizing the divinity of Mother, welcomed her embrace. By the end of the week, an army of my sisters would be born and we would retake Seattle.

“Mother will save her,” I said, hugging my birth-mother.

“No, she won’t.” Despair creased her dusky face. “Lilith doesn’t care.”

“Of course Mother cares,” I protested. Mother loved all her followers; she said so all the time. “You’re just sad, but Fiona will be fine.” She buried her face in my chest, and I held my birth-mother, and chirped a reassuring song to her. My song trilled beautifully, soft and comforting, and I rocked her as she sobbed, gently stroking her black hair.

“Tir,” Mother purred.

I shuddered in delight, looking up at a perfect face framed by silver hair. Lilith. My Mother. She was the Ideal woman, the mold all others were imperfectly cast from. Her lust poured over me, over us. Even my sobbing mother shuddered in pleasure. Lilith ignored my birth-mother, staring down at me.

“How is the disease progressing?”

“Wormwood is spreading through the population,” I answered, reaching out to sense my half of the disease.

I could feel it. Every man who drank from the city’s water supply. The man he infected on his way to work, to school, to breakfast, to the gym. Some left the city, spreading it to the communities surrounding Seattle. Others entered the city and became infected. Even better, some had boarded planes, traveling to other parts of the United States and to other parts of the world. When the symptoms started manifesting in a few days, the world would descend into chaos.

“Wormwood?” Lilith asked. “That is what you’re calling it?”

“It seemed appropriate, Mother.”

Mother laughed, rich, beautiful. It made my song sound like an off-tune screech. “It does.”

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

Fiona Cavanagh – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

I lay on the hotel bed, watched by two of Mark’s disgusting bodyguards. They still wore the same, ridiculously slutty, cop outfits. Though the chokers with their number printed on them was new.

How degrading. Mark couldn’t even call them by their names, he just assigned them numbers. A pig who viewed women as nothing more than objects to satiate his myriad, twisted lusts. And that whore he married was even worse. Not only did she tolerate his degrading behavior, she encouraged it by finding women and serving them up to him so he could feast upon them.

I didn’t recognize the two bodyguards. Of course they were beautiful, and Mark dressed them in such demeaning outfits. The Hispanic guard’s large tits looked about ready to spill out of her top, and she wore no bra to give those large breasts any support, poor girl. Her number was 127. Next to her stood 126, a porcelain faced, Korean beauty. When did he get that many bodyguards?

I gave a snort of laughter. He’s taken over the entire country, would soon control the entire world, and had driven my Goddess from her place of power, and here I am wondering when they expanded their bodyguards. Get your priories straight, woman!

I curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow, and wondered if Thamina was okay. And Ziki, my daughter with Lilith. She had been masquerading as Nate Kirkpatrick, head of Human Resources for the city of Seattle. Were they alive? The warehouse had been burned down. Did Thamina escape? She could make a portal to the Shadows, so she should have been able to escape. I didn’t want to lose my dusky, Arab princess! She must have escaped!

Right?

And what was going to happen to me? Would Mark try to make me his whore again? No. My deal with Lilith should protect me from his control. So what would they do to me? Rape me? Torture me for information? I remembered how they treated Karen when she attacked them. They degraded her, broke her spirit until she agreed to be their little slut. Would they do that to me? Force me to be their whore again and wear that loathsome choker?

For a moment I couldn’t breath, remembering the choker tight about my neck, strangling the will and dignity out of me. No! I’m a free woman! I will not submit to their vile lusts again!

At noon, they brought me a hamburger and fries for lunch. If I had any hope of escaping, I needed to keep my strength up. That’s what people always said in movies in these situations. Keep my spirits up, keep my strength up, and wait for my captors to mess up and take my chances with an escape. After I ate, they let me use the bathroom, but one of the guards, 127 and her huge tits, followed me in.

As I sat on the toilet, pissing, I eyed her gun. I could go for it, grab it and shoot my way out.

The guard shifted, sensing my gaze and turning her body so the gun was on the other side. A warning look flashed across her dark face. I flushed. Crap! Now they would be more careful. When I finished peeing, the guard watched me wipe myself.

“You can take a shower,” 127 told me.

“Are you going to watch?” I asked.

She gave me an apologetic smile. “Those are my orders. You should get used to this. Criminals always get watched.”

“Is that what I am?” I asked, a bitter taste in my mouth. I reached into the shower and turned the knobs.

“Of course,” she answered. “You served their enemies.”

“We’re fighting for you,” I told her as I disrobed. “For every woman oppressed by a man.”

“I’m not oppressed.”

I laughed. “They why do you dress like a slut? You do it for Mark’s perverse amusement.”

“And why shouldn’t my God delight in my form? Aren’t I a gorgeous, sexy woman?”

“You’re his slave, his toy!” I snapped at her.

“So? I chose to be their slave.” Her eyes burned with fervor. “When I saw them wreathed in flames, standing triumphant before that false god Brandon, I knew I had to serve them. I quit my job, dumped my boyfriend, and traveled here.” An exultant smile filled her face. “And they let me serve them. A flawed, imperfect human unworthy of their time or attention. Being their whore is a small price to pay.” She let out a long, low sigh. “No, it was a wonderful price to pay. Her pussy tastes divine and his cock feels magical as it pistons inside me!”

I stared dumbfounded at her, then shut the shower curtain. She was like Alison and the other sluts that chose to stay with him. No, she was worse. The other sluts were clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome. But this woman chose Mark; I shuddered at the thought.

“Guards have died for them, why would you chose that?” I asked her.

“I was a cop. I already decided to put my life on the line for others. This is no different.” There was a pause. “No, this is very different. They’re the Living Gods, the hope for mankind in defending against the demons. Like your foul Lilith!”

I stiffened. “My Goddess just wants to liberate women from the oppression of men! We are not objects to be used and discarded at their whims! We’re smarter, more compassionate, more loving! We’re not violent, we wouldn’t cause war and suffering!”

She snorted a laugh. “Trust me, women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men.”

There was no talking to this bimbo, and I turned my back and tried to enjoy my shower. With the curtain shut, I almost felt alone. Almost. I tried to ignore her shadow, the sound of her booted heels clicking on the tiled floor, and the muffled squawk of her radio.

“You’re clean,” 127 barked, finally growing impatient.

I reached out, shut the water off. A towel was flung over the curtain; I dried myself off, wrapping it around my hair. I opened the curtain, and I put on a terry cloth robe with the hotel’s monogram.

Mark and Mary awaited me in the hotel room.

My blood chilled as Mark’s blue eyes fixed on me and I suddenly felt naked; I clutched the robe tight around me. Oh, Goddess, this is it! He’s going to try and make me his whore again. I started to tremble and froze in place. Be strong! You have to survive. For Thamina and for Lilith. They can only harm my body, not my mind.

Not my soul!

“Hello, Fiona,” Mary purred and I flushed.

My eyes slid to her and I remembered just how beautiful she was, the most gorgeous, sexy, radiant woman in the world. A warmth spread through my loins. I licked my lips, remembering how soft and moist her lips were. I used to love nursing at her perky breasts, and worshiping at her delicious cunt—sweet and spicy and wonderful on my tongue. Goddess, what was wrong with me. My nipples hardened. The terry cloth robe rubbed pleasantly on my sensitive nubs, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in my loins.

“I see that you’re not immune to all my powers,” Mary cooed.

“How?” I asked. Mark had tried to give me orders already. “Lilith protected me from your mind control. We made a Pact!”

“I wished for all women to desire me,” Mary answered. “Lilith told me it wasn’t mind control. It merely lowered your inhibitions until you can’t control your desire for me.”

Mary stood up, slipping off the light, green dress she wore. She was naked underneath, beautiful, perfectly formed. Oh, Goddess, she was right. I wanted her so bad. I struggled, forcing my desire down. I pictured Thamina. I just needed to focus on my wife and fight these desires. She walked to me, her ass swaying. Her stomach was round, her pregnancy starting to show. I wanted to kiss her belly, and rub my face against her silky skin.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you, Fiona.” She stood just a foot away, her eyes green pools, shining with lust. I shuddered as she reached out, touching my arm. “Why don’t you take that off so we can get reacquainted.”

It’s just one little request, I told myself. And it was so hot in here. I slipped the robe off, her eyes falling down to my full breasts. I felt a little pleased; she found me attractive. I raised my hand, reaching for her when I froze. What are you doing, Fiona. Remember Thamina. I pictured her round, dusky face and dark eyes shining with love. I had to be strong!

I pulled my hand back and stepped away.

Mary frowned and I froze in place; I didn’t want to disappoint her. Mary’s hand reached out, and I shivered as she caressed my stomach, trailing down to finger my fiery-red bush. “You let it grow out?”

“Yes,” I answered, trying to sound defiant instead of eager. I failed.

Mary stepped closer, her dusky nipples inches from brushing my breasts as her face swam before me. I licked my lips as she leaned in, closing my eyes, and I melted into her lips. I’m so sorry, Thamina, I just couldn’t resist her. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her beautiful body into mine. I rubbed myself against her, reveling in the feel of her silky skin on my body.

I whimpered in disappointment when Mary broke the kiss. She turned, her plump ass swaying as she walked to the bed. She stretched out, then beckoned to me with a single finger. Smiling, I eagerly moved to the bed, sliding down next to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark’s leering, blue eyes. I didn’t care, all that mattered was extinguishing the inferno Mary had stoked in my pussy.

I kissed Mary, my hands gently grasping her perky breasts. I fingered her nipples, then I kissed down her chin, nuzzling into her neck. Her fingers left trails of fire as she traced my skin. I moved lower and lower, rubbing my cheek into her breast and enjoying Mary’s mewls of pleasure as I brushed against her hard nipple.

“Where is Lilith?” Mary asked.

I froze, my lips inches from her nipple. I looked up at her questioning eyes. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” Her hand reached down, fondled my breast. “It would make me so happy. And then I’ll make you very happy.”

I so wanted to make her happy. But Lilith was my goddess. “I’m sorry,” I croaked. “I can’t.”

Her finger found my nipple, gently circling my areola and sending pleasure shooting down to my loins. My lips engulfed her nipple; maybe I could make her happy another way. I sucked, swirling my tongue about her hard nub, my other hand questing between her legs, and discovered her dripping-wet pussy. I teased her outer lips, then found her hard pearl and gently rubbed it.

“Umm, that’s nice,” Mary purred. “You want to make me happy, don’t you Fiona?”

“I do,” I insisted, slipping two fingers into her cunt.

“Then tell me where Lilith is.”

“Africa,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Mary’s hips writhed beneath me. “A tiny village in Africa. The Congo, I think.”

“Good, Fiona,” Mary purred, then she pushed my head down. “You can use your mouth to please me.”

I kissed her round stomach, rubbed my cheek through her pubic hair – still styled it into a fiery-heart – then I found her wet, beautiful pussy. I breathed in her sweet, spicy fragrance, spread her pink lips open, and dove in. How I missed this wonderful flavor! Mary moaned, arching her back as my tongue dove into her hole. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me.

“127, suck my cock,” I heard Mark order.

“With pleasure, sir!”

There was metallic rasp, then a sloppy, sucking sound. I ignored it; let the pervert watch. Nothing mattered as long as I made Mary happy. My tongue probed her hole, fucking into her while my fingers reached around her hips to pinch gently at her clit. Mary’s hand grabbed my strawberry-blonde hair, and pulled me harder into her cunt, writhing her hips.

“Oh, fuck, that’s nice!” she gasped. “You fucking whore! I’m gonna cum all over your pretty, little face!”

That sounded wonderful!

I massaged her clit harder and really worked my tongue into her cunt’s depths. Her moans grew louder, and I had to hold on tight as her hips writhed beneath my tongue’s assault. Her body went rigid, shuddering a few times as a flood of delicious juices poured out of her cunt into my eager mouth.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” she gasped. I looked up her sweaty body, past her heaving breasts, to the smile on her lips. I crawled up her body, my heavy breasts dragging across her skin. I kissed her; her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her pussy and savoring her flavor.

“I need to cum so bad,” I whispered, rubbing my pussy on her thigh.

“I’ll let you cum, if you tell me one thing.”

“Anything,” I begged.

“What is Lilith going to do next?”

I bit my lip. It felt so wonderful to rub my pussy on her thigh, relieving that ache inside me. “A plague. Tir, one of her daughters, has been working on it.”

“A plague?” Mark asked, concerned.

“It’s not ready,” I quickly reassured him, then frowned. Why was I telling Mark anything?

Mary pressed her thigh up into my cunt, and I rubbed harder on her, the pleasure driving my question from my mind. “What kind of plague?”

“It…it…” I tried to speak. This was Lilith’s deepest secret. I couldn’t revel it. But her thigh felt so amazing, so silky smooth. She was relieving this terrible ache inside me. She was giving me this great pleasure; it would be wrong of me not to tell her. “It will kill all the men,” I finally gasped, then I shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me.

“But it’s not ready?” Mary asked.

“No,” I sighed as the toe-curling release flooded through me. It felt so wonderful to cum.

She slid out from underneath me and I stared in confusion at her. “Take her to the prison,” Mary commanded preemptively. “Keep her gagged and watched at all times!”

127 and 126 grabbed me. There was a line of Mark’s cum leaking down 127’s face, dripping down to her dark, heavy breasts. “What, why?” I asked, my mind still addled with lust.

“You sided with Lilith,” Mary spat at me as she pulled on her dress.

“We let you go because we loved you,” Mark said, his blue eyes hard with anger. “We would have left you alone! You can rot in the jail while we figure out what to do with you.”

And then Mary was gone; my thoughts suddenly cleared, like a car window being defrosted. It came crashing down on me. I betrayed Lilith. And I betrayed Thamina. I collapsed in the bodyguards’ grip, sobbing hysterically as they shoved a gag in my mouth, and dragged me out of the hotel.

My Goddess, what had I done.

Friday, November 15th, 2013 – Jessica St. Pierre – Seattle, WA

The first week of governing the city of Seattle was over. I needed to blow off some steam.

The last three days had been long and frustrating as I ferreted out all the followers of Lilith from the city’s government. Over three hundred women had been rounded up and interned at the Washington State Convention Center. Master or Mistress would have to sort through them. Luckily, Nate Kirkpatrick, the head of HR for the city, was a great help in identifying those who might not be trustworthy.

Master had left two companies of soldiers, almost three hundred men, to protect me and to search for any of Lilith’s children that lurked in the city. Seattle itself was peaceful. Many of the citizens were under my Masters’ control. Often Master or Mistress would broadcast general orders to the population—to obey laws, be happy, follow orders, and so on. Crime in Seattle, and the country, had plummeted dramatically. Utopia was slowly, and painfully, being forced upon mankind.

The Humvee that chauffeured me around pulled up at the Four Seasons Hotel. A squad of soldiers – 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment, all pledged to Master – escorted me in. They were all young and rugged men, and very sexy in their fatigues and bulky body armor. And their big guns; my juices trickled down my thighs! I could feel their eyes on my taut body.

I wore a micro skirt that barely covered my rear and thigh-high fishnets. And no panties; I had to be ready to be fucked. Stiletto heels gave my ass more shape and added an extra, sexy sway to my walk. My blouse was pink silk, and clung to my braless breasts like a second skin. Tight about my throat was a gold choker. Even though I ran the city, it was important that people knew whom I belonged to.

“Good evening, Holy Slut,” Yvonne, the night concierge, greeted as I walked in. She was a fiercely beautiful Black woman; a leather choker tight about her neck proclaimed her devotion to Mark and Mary. I couldn’t help touching my own, gold choker.

“Yvonne,” I smiled back, remembering my first night in the hotel and the very warm welcome she gave me. She was as fierce in bed as she looked, and left me gasping in pleasure. Afterward, she had told me about the time Master fucked her in the elevator last June. Fiona had been with him that night, and I suppressed a surge of anger. Both Fiona and Thamina had sided with Lilith. Ungrateful bitches!

The elevator dinged; I was pressed into the rear of the elevator as my protectors piled in around me, sandwiching me between two handsome, young privates—Brasher and Santillian. I smiled winsomely at Private Brasher, a flush spreading across his young, handsome face. He was a few inches shorter than me, but I could feel just how solidly built he was as I pressed my body against him. Private Santillian was tall and whip thin, a charming, confident smile on his Latino face.

“Hmm, you boys are strong,” I purred on the ride up.

Private Brasher flush deepened, and Private Santillian’s leer grew. “I could show you just how strong I am, chica.”

I boldly glanced at Santillian. “Oh, do you think you’re man enough to handle me?”

“Chica, I have the biggest cock in the company! A foot-and-a-half just for you!”

“More like an inch-and-a-half,” another soldier laughed.

“Hey, you been lookin’ at me in the shower again, Pearson?”

“Oh, yeah,” Pearson replied sarcastically, “I’m unable to resist your Latin magnetism.”

“Damn straight! No-one can resist my manliness!” He turned to me, grabbing my hand and shoving it on his crotch. “That’s no inch-and-a-half, eh, chica?”

I gave his hard cock a squeeze as the elevator dinged. “Hmm, that may get the job done.” I reached out and grabbed Brasher’s crotch and felt how hard he was. The other soldiers piled out of the elevator, scanning the hallway for threats briefly. “I think I need two strong men to keep me safe and sound all night long.”

“Eres una perra caliente,” Santillian breathed as I sauntered out of the elevator.

Pearson opened the suite room with a keycard, the lock whirring. As I walked across the suite to my bedroom, I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor. I wanted all the soldiers to see my perky, caramel breasts topped with dark-chocolate nipples.

“Holy shit,” Private Brasher muttered as a soldier patted him on the shoulder.

“Fuck that slut,” another soldier called out. I smiled, glad they knew what I was, then I dropped my skirt and disappeared into my room.

“You are smokin’ hot, chica!”

I turned to find Private Santillian pushing into the room. I pressed against his bulky body armor, kissing his handsome face with passion. His hands wasted no time in squeezing my ass hard. The other soldiers whistled and jeered. I pushed away and found the nervous Brasher. I pulled him to me, bent down and kissed him on the lips. He was stiff, awkward, but he got into it after a moment.

“Why am I the only one naked?” I pouted, moving to the bed and stretching out so they could feast on my body.

“¡Madre de dios!” Santillian breathed as he began ripping off his gear, dumping it messily to the floor. Next to him, Brasher just stared dumbfounded at me as I played with my hard nipple. I smiled invitingly at him; he began fumbling with his body armor.

“Fuck,” he muttered, struggling with a stuck strap.

Santillian peeled off his shirt, reveling a slim, yet toned body, like a swimmer, the muscles rippling beneath the nut-brown skin as he moved. He bent down to unlace his boots, muttering curses as his haste made the knots worse. Brasher finally took his body armor off and dropped his thick, webbed belt and tore off his shirt. He had a few tattoos on his thickly muscled body: a screaming skull on one upper arm, and the words ‘Indianhead’ and ‘We Serve’ on the other.

“Here I come, chica!” the now naked Private Santillian exclaimed.

His cock – not the foot-and-a-half he had boasted, but it wasn’t tiny either, a good eight or nine inches – proudly jutted out from a nest of thick, black hair. He crawled on the bed, kissing me; my hands sought out his cock, stroking the hard shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts painfully hard, roughly pinching my nipples. My cunt loved it; a flood of juices wept from my hungry hole.

I broke the kiss and saw Private Brasher had stripped. His cock was shorter, but thick, and uncut, the dark head peaking out of foreskin. I patted the other side of the bed and he shyly walked over, sitting on the edge.

“You’ve never done a threesome before?” I asked the shy soldier, sitting up and draping myself across his muscular back and licking at his ear.

“No,” he admitted.

“Hey, vato, it’s only gay if we touch,” Santillian assured him. “As long as you’re touching this hot chica everything’s just fine.”

I reached around, feeling Brasher’s muscular chest and his hard abs before I found his cock. I gripped it, rubbing the head; he shuddered in pleasure. I pushed him back on the bed, my mouth reaching down to suck his cock in my hungry lips. Brasher moaned as I let my teeth gently graze his sensitive head, then I swirled my tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

I loved being a slut!

“Shit,” Brasher muttered.

Santillian’s hands grabbed my ass, giving me a good squeeze, then he pulled my butt up in the air and spread my legs. “Gonna taste your clam before it gets all messed up, chica,” he muttered, his breath hot on my juicy cunt.

As I bobbed my head, Santillian’s rough tongue swiped through my slit, starting at my clit and going all the way up to my taint. He moaned in satisfaction, then buried his lips into my snatch, his tongue wiggling all over. I could feel rough stubble tickling my vulva; I squealed in delight about Brasher’s cock as I enjoyed Santillian’s muff diving. His fingers pinched my clit, sending shuddering pleasure through me.

I moaned in disappointment when Santillian stopped tonguing me. I could feel him moving around behind me, the bed shifting about, then his hand was on my hip, and his cock nudged my pussy. He pushed slowly into me; his cock spread me open and filled me up. I gave him a squeeze with my cunt, and then he fucked me, ramming that hard shaft deep into me and igniting my passions.

“This puta just came on my cock!” He smacked my ass; I sucked harder on Brasher’s dick.

“Fuck, fuck, goddamn fuck,” Brasher moaned; his hands reached out. grabbing my head. Then his hips thrust, fucking his pole into my mouth, and shoving my head roughly up and down on his cock. “Fucking slut! Take it, whore!” I gagged as his cock erupted in my mouth; I swallowed his salty cum as fast as I could. “Goddamn,” he muttered, letting me go.

His cock slid out of my mouth. I gulped a deep breath of air as Brasher panted on the bed. I looked back at Santillian, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded my cunt, and I slammed back into him. His cock stirred me up, bringing my pussy closer and closer to another explosive orgasm.

“Fuck me!” I groaned. “Shit, your cock is driving me crazy!”

“Course it is, chica. I got the best cock on the planet! Ain’t no-one gonna fuck you this good!”

“Oh, there’s one cock better,” I groaned.

“Whose?” he grunted.

“My Master’s!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me, milking his cock, hungry for his cum.

“Fucking puta!”

His cum blasted into me, and I collapsed onto the bed, his cock popping out of me. I rolled over onto my back, reached down and scooped up a glob of his cum leaking out of my pussy. I stared at the milky fluid, then I sucked the salty cream into my mouth.

“You one dirty chica.”

“I’m a slut,” I proudly declared.

“Yeah, you are,” Brasher panted, reaching out to grab me. “My dick wants a taste of that pussy.”

I glanced at his hardening cock and grinned at him. “I’m ready for you.”

Santillian scooted over as Brasher mounted me, his short, fat cock spearing hard into my greasy depths. Gods, it was the fattest cock I ever had. It almost hurt as he spread me open, a delicious ache that revved my engine. Brasher started fucking me faster, his mouth finding my dark nipples and sucking hard on them.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted as I writhed beneath Brasher. He ravished me like a hungry beast, pounding hard at my cunt. “Oh, shit! Yes, yes, yes!” My cunt clamped hard on his cock as a third orgasm exploded through me. My head lolled to the side as I writhed in pleasure, and saw Santillian polishing his hard pole.

I had to feel that inside me again. I told Brasher to roll over and I rode him, his hands squeezing my breasts. I looked over at Santillian, and reached behind me, spreading my asscheeks, and gave him a suggestive smile.

“Fucking puta,” he excitedly muttered as he moved around the bed.

He smacked my ass and I squealed in delight. He spread my cheeks, the tip of his cock sliding about my crack as he struggled to shove it up my ass. His dick found my tight hole; he pushed. “Oh god!” I moaned, relaxing my ass as he slowly invaded me. I was so full, both my holes stuffed with cock. Santillian pulled back and shoved again, building a slow rhythm as he fucked me.

The pleasure spurred my hips into moving, riding up and down on Brasher’s dick and finding a rhythm with Santillian’s thrusts. I moaned as the cocks reamed my holes. Electricity rippled through me as both shafts pistoned in and out of me. It was so amazing! Two dicks sawed inside me, rubbing my sensitive flesh and driving me wild with passion.

“You are one fuckin’, wild puta!” Santillian hissed, gathering a handful of hair and pulling my head back. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow after we’re done fucking you!”

“Oh, yes!” I screamed. “Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your dicks!”

I shoved my ass back, burying his cock deep inside me, then I slammed my cunt down on Brasher’s fat dick. Brasher sucked at my tits again, his teeth painfully nipping my nubs. I was going to burst inside. I could feel it. My passion grew and grew, swelling up until I couldn’t think anymore. All I could do was pant and let these two men fuck me hard.

To use me for their pleasure like the slut I am!

“Take it puta! Take it!” Santillian hissed in my ear as he pulled my hair, sending sharp pain through me, and adding fuel to my growing fire. He buried inside me and erupted, painting my bowels with his cum.

“Yes!” I howled as my passion burst and intense pleasure roared through me.

My vision blackened; I collapsed on Brasher’s muscular chest. Santillian’s cock popped out of my ass, and Brasher kept thrusting his dick up into my cunt. I was too weak, too lost to the pleasure, to do anything as Brasher flipped me onto my back. He let out a loud grunt, then pounded away at my pussy.

“Whore!” Brasher gasped every time he bottomed out in me, his degrading words fanning the flames of my orgasms to burn hotter. “Whore! Whore! Fucking Whore!”

I am a whore! Their whore! My pussy kept cumming, squeezing his thick shaft as he pumped it in and out of me. His face contorted in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, and then his cum flooded my pussy. He stayed in me, breathing hard, staring down at me. I reached up and stroked his muscled arm, smiling at him.

“That was great, baby,” I purred.

With a grunt he pulled out of me and went to find his pants. I sat up on my elbows, a dull, pleasant ache in my well-fucked pussy and admired his muscular body as he dressed. Santillian lounged naked on a chair, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he slept. Sleep sounded great, but my stomach rumbled, so I reached for the phone to order some room service for dinner.

There was a knock at the door. “Ma’am, they need you back at city hall.”

Dread filled me on the entire drive back to City Hall.

“We’ve had a hundred and three men walk in complaining of sores and rashes, sore throat, fever, sudden hair loss, and muscle ache,” Dr. Simpson explained on the conference call as I sat in the Mayor’s office – my office – in City Hall. “Once admitted, we’re seeing their conditions rapidly deteriorate into paralysis and blindness, before they suffer cardiac arrest and die.”

I looked at my advisers: Nate Kirkpatrick, the city’s head of HR who quickly had become my right-hand man; the six male city council members – the others council members were women, and I ordered them interned – and Lieutenant-Colonel Maxey, commanding officer of 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment. They all looked as horrified as I felt at the news, even Colonel Maxey. Gods! In a day, a hundred men dead or dying of some disease. A chill spread through me. This was Lilith’s plague. But Fiona said it wasn’t ready yet. Did she lie, or did Lilith hold back information from her?

No, that doesn’t matter now. I need to deal with this plague. That’s what’s important.

“It’s a very unusual disease,” Dr. Simpson continued. He was the Chief of Medicine at the University of Washington’s Medical Clinic. “So far, only men have fallen ill. Every hour more and more keep showing up. And not just at my hospital.”

“We need to quarantine the city,” I commanded, amazed at how firm my voice was—I felt like a mass of jello inside. But I led Seattle. I needed to remain calm and in control. Master and Mistress trusted me with this important task, and there was no way I would fail them!

“It may be too late for that,” Dr. Simpson responded. “While the hospitals in Seattle are getting the most admittance, hospitals in the greater Puget Sound region are receiving similar cases.”

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Lilith – The Abyss

I watched the chaos of the hospital’s ER from the Shadows. It was crammed full of sick men. Their pitiful moans were sweet music; I savored every, agonizing moment. The first man died just an hour ago. I watched his final, gasping breath as the doctors struggled to keep him alive.

He wouldn’t be the last.

Wormwood burned like a wildfire, spreading through the world. The first cases were already overwhelming the hospitals in Seattle and the surrounding communities. Mark would be too distracted as the disease broke out across America, across the Earth. In a few days, the chaos would be so great my daughters will have no trouble retaking my demesne.

I floated up, surveying Seattle. It would be mine again!

To be continued…

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The first time a woman had ever watched me giving a man fellatio was very recent, before she knelt in front of me, parting my legs, licking and kissing her way up my thighs. See my story, LORNA MEETS CECIL.

Her tongue expertly finding my clit. My first ever lesbian lover, I loved it, Cecil my lover, was almost correct when he told me, “Women are always better at tongue fucking another woman than men.”

When I first met Cecil, he told me he was a widely published writer of business books, many of them used as tertiary texts. Adding he was also a prolific writer of porn stories, hundreds of them on a porn website.

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?”

Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his porn stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with.

We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning.

“Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

“Yes I have, she is a very exciting bisexual woman.”

“Would you like to meet her? I feel sure you and Sarah would be very compatible.”

We were very compatible from the moment we met. Greeting each other by lightly kissing with our tongues. Our eyes darting all over each other. Undressing each other with our eyes.

Sarah telling me, “Cecil speaks highly of you. He told me you were a very exciting lover. Did he explain to you I was bi? That I have an incredibly high sex drive? That I thrive on sexual excitement, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay, even the lack of it sometimes, to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

She had my full attention as she continued, “l am of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.” So much information to tempt me.

Holding my hand, sucking my middle finger, looking me straight in the eye when she told me, “And I love being teased and licked.” Lunch together the same day. Sarah opening up to me. Confirming she was an exciting bi-sexual woman. Intent on seducing me. Wanting her to seduce me.

Taking in her every word when she told me, “I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my big ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction of men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

“I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

“Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we sometimes share another female which we both enjoy.”

Asking myself would I be comfortable in that situation with Sarah and her man who I hadn’t met? Yes, I would be, Sarah had me hooked. I want to have her, a mutual seduction. And perhaps share her with her man? Stretch my sexual boundaries even further?

Sarah continued, “I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay, or sometimes the lack of it, to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

“I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for him. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me. I was twenty-years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. It was around the same time I gave a man a blow job for the first time. I soon realised the power I could have over a man while giving him oral sex.

“Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, I love being licked and teased. Though it was almost twenty years later before another woman licked me to orgasm.

Later in my condo Sarah showed me how she much she loved being licked, teased and edged by both sexes. In a Uber on the way to my condo we had our hands all over each other, kissing with our tongues, our hands teasing the insides of each other’s thighs.

Helping Sarah undress for me before we showered. A self satisfied look on her face as she dropped her knickers to show me her totally bald cunt lips. An exciting new look for me. Showering together, sliding our erect nipples over each other’s. Passionately kissing as we towelled each other dry.

Licking Sarah like an ice cream, her magnificent big ass a new turn on for me, talking to me while I licked and kissed it. Licking and sucking her erect nipples, before I licked her bald cunt lips, the first time I had seen a woman with a totally bald cunt.

Thriving on the challenge of bringing her to orgasm. Listening to her urging me, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” as she orgasmed almost repeatedly. A multi orgasmic woman for me.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck.

Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognised as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

I quickly became apparent they were all going to watch Marie seduce me. Six months ago I was wondering if I would ever a sex life again. Now Sarah holding my hand, kissing me lightly for the benefit off her bi girlfriends as one of her girlfriends undressed me, another of them undressing Marie. Bi-sexual love making or bi-sexual group sex I wondered as Marie and I looked at each others now naked bodies.

Maries and me lusting after each other with barely a word spoken, Sarah had matched us well. The age difference a bonus turn on for everyone in the room. Sarah helping me settle in a chair, standing behind me, kissing me over my shoulder as Marie parted my legs, licking her way up my thighs.

Anticipating her tongue on my clit, so good with four women watching, including Sarah my new same sex lover. All of the women naked as they watched Marie making love to me. Kissing with our tongues, licking and sucking my tits. Teasing my clit with her tongue. Two of Sarah’s friends making love while they watched. Sarah naked, holding hands with the other woman, a hand on her ass.

So comfortable and so exciting for me, a much younger bi woman, almost a young girl making love to me, tongue fucking me, with Sarah my new bi lover watching.

Sarah finally inviting me to her condo to meet her man on a Sunday afternoon. The thought of Sarah making love to me while her man watched such an exciting thought,

So exciting Sarah seducing me, undressing me while her man Roger watched, returning her kisses all the while.

I was on my back on a bed, a pillow under my ass while Roger was fully clothed along side the bed holding my hand, as he watched his lady Sarah making love to me, tongue fucking me. A huge turn on for me, another bi woman tongue fucking me with her fully clothed man watching, admiring my naked body.

Hoping and wondering if he and Sarah were going to turn this into a three-way for me. Wanting them both to pleasure me, especially after some of the things Sarah had told me about her man Roger.

So excited at the thought of tongue fucking Sarah while her man watched, preferably naked. He did watch while naked, with a wonderful big thick erection while Sarah sat in a chair, legs spread for me, my arms wrapped around them, one leg over my shoulder.

Roger sliding the tip of his erection over Sarah’s rock hard nipples, before he slid his erection between her pursed lips in a fucking motion.

Inviting me to visit them again the next Friday night. Sarah phoning me during the week to confirm and asking if she could speak openly to me.“If I am speaking out of turn, just say no. Roger wants to have you while I watch, tongue fuck you. I want to lick and kiss your nipples while I watch. Am I speaking out of turn Lorna? If you need to think about it you can call me back.”

Thirty-minutes I did call her back, my phone on speaker, naked apart from my wide open silk blouse, teasing my clit with a fingertip, my favourite vibrator at hand. Asking Sarah to explain to me again what her plans were for the Friday night.

Wanting to make it obvious to Sarah I was masturbating for her and the thought of her watching her man tongue fucking me.

“You sound preoccupied. Are you masturbating for me Lorna?”

“Yes I am Sarah.”

“Oh wow, tell me about it.”

“I am fantasizing about your man Roger having me, tongue fucking me while you watch. While you lick, suck and kiss my nipples while you watch.”

On the Friday just as Sarah had told me, I made a point of dressing to impress for her and Roger. When I arrived Roger opened the door to greet me wearing one of his business shirts, all of the buttons undone to flaunt his impressive though flaccid cock for me with Sarah standing behind him wearing an identical shirt with all the buttons undone.

Both of them tongue kissing me by way of greeting, as I responded. Both of them holding my hand as they led me to their sex room. Mirrors on all the walls and ceiling, some stools and two chairs with arms laying back at an angle.

Sarah approvingly watching Roger lift my skirt over the tops of my stockings, lifting it over my garter belt, exposing my naked, freshly waxed cunt lips without any knickers.

Sarah watching Roger kneel in front of me, holding my gaze as his tongue tip found my clit, his hands on my bare ass. Sarah and me kissing with our tongues, removing my blouse, licking my nipples while she watched her man Roger tongue fucking me. Removing her shirt, then Roger’s, a hand on each other’s big ass’s while Roger went to work on my wet cunt lips.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world for Roger to fuck me after he bought me to orgasm with his tongue. My first fuck with a man’s erection in weeks. So exciting with his lady Sarah watching, who was also my bi-sex lover. Sarah tongue kissing me passionately while her man was fucking me. Teasing my clit with a fingertip, licking and sucking my nipples while her man was inside me, fucking me. New levels of sexual pleasure for me, her man bringing me to orgasm with his erection while his lady and me kissed with our tongues.

A few days later Sarah telling me over the phone, “I want to watch one of my girlfriends seduce you. Are you free this Friday night? Don’t ask any questions now, though I am sure you will enjoy her.”

Sarah’s girlfriend Janice turned out to be my first ever young girl, around twenty-years younger than Sarah and me. Just as she had promised, I did enjoy her.

Janice arrived just after I did. A lip stick lesbian blond, not much older than a young girl Sarah had alluded to. Oozing sex appeal for me as Sarah made cursory introductions. Kissing me with her tongue, “Sarah has told me lots about you, I hope you want what I want?” I did want what Janice wanted.

Telling her I wanted her to seduce me as I undressed her young, beautiful firm body while Sarah watched, kissing both of us while she watched. Sarah and me undressing each other, kissing some more as Janice watched us, knowing she was the major attraction.

Janice licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing, and softly biting my naked body, so sexy from a very experienced bi girl —enjoying the biting especially, I hadn’t realized how biting coupled with licking and sucking at the same time could be so arousing. A wonderful new form of sexual pleasure and pain for me.

“Relax and enjoy Lorna, Janice and me have waited a long time for a woman like you,” Sarah told me. “Do our flat tongues feel different to our pointed ones?,” she teased as they .both licked me.

I could still remember Sarah telling me the second time she had me, ‘A flat tongue covers more area while a pointed tongue is more intense’, as she encouraged me to try both for my sexual pleasure. ‘The more you understand how the different techniques feel, the better off you will be at knowing what will make you orgasm, multiple times.’ She was correct and so good, using her tongue to bring me to orgasm, multiple times.

“So good, you are so good, so fucking good,” I was moaning as Sarah watched Janice give me different kinds of strokes with her tongue, circular, side-to-side, up-and-down.

One hand touching my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, caressing my stomach. Sarah watching and listening to my reactions still learning what works best for me, intent on maximizing my sexual pleasure.

“What else would you like? What else can we do to increase your sexual pleasure?,” Janice and Sarah whispered.

Spreading the folds of skin around my cunt lips, focusing on licking the area just above my clitoris. Teasing me and increasing my sexual pleasure, Janice using her index finger to intersperse horizontal finger strokes across my glans with vertical tongue strokes.

As my arousal increased, Janice inserting and removing a finger in a fucking motion, using her tongue to enhance my sexual arousal even further, sliding a finger into my cunt lips to complement and push my arousal to the next stage. Moaning with pleasure for her when Janice pressed her finger upwards into my G-spot, while applying long, persistent licks along my cunt lips.

“What else would you like Lorna? What can we do to increase your sexual pleasure?,” Sarah whispered intent on maximising my sexual pleasure as we tongue kissed.

“Slide two two fingers in and out while you suck my clit, harder,” I replied, my breathing laboured.

Always a buzz for me, being pleasured by a new sexual partner with their tongue. “That is so good, so fucking good,” I moaned involuntarily. Don’t stop, this must be the best tongue fuck I have ever had, don’t stop, you are so good.”

Minutes later Janice was on her back on the bed, a pillow under her ass, resting on her elbows, wearing just her heels, one leg raised as I nibbled her almost bald cunt lips with my tongue. “You are a challenge for me Janice, I want to tongue fuck and bring you to orgasm, show me, help me and tell me.”

“I love being licked and teased, just keep doing that. So good I am multi-orgasmic, I love our girlfriend Sarah watching,” Janice told us as she guided my head and lips. Then after a few minutes, as my tongue found her exact spot, she was almost chanting, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

Then, some minutes later, “Watch me cum, watch me, gunna cum, so good, so fucking good, gunna cum,” she repeated at least four times.

“What else would you like Janice? What can we do to increase your sexual pleasure? And ours perhaps?,” Sarah asked in the afterglow after we all showered together. “Perhaps a golden shower for you both?”

So exciting, for the first time in my life watching a woman my age giving a young girl a golden shower, while waiting for my turn. Sarah had obviously done this before, expertly positioning herself close to Janice, legs spread, one hand on her hip, teasing her cunt lips with the fingers of her other hand, a look of immense concentration on her face.

“Oh wow, oh fuck,” Janice and me exclaimed as one as Sarah released a golden stream directly over Janice’s vagina. The look of pleasure on both women’s faces exquisite.

Janice and me kissing with our tongues as Sarah readied herself for my golden shower. “Oh wow, oh fuck,” was all I could manage to mutter as Sarah released a golden stream directly over my vagina.

The three of us bonding together naked in the shower afterwards. Janice asking, “I wonder what the straights are doing tonight.

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Part 3

The afternoon progress with a strain from the events that had happened earlier that day and I felt terrible about causing it. I sat all alone down in the family room and listened as the clouds turned into a light rain. The wind picked up and I heard the distant sound of thunder as the skies darkened. With a blinding flash from a bolt of lightning and an immediate clap of thunder resounding off of the walls to the house, I walked over to the window and gazed out at the impending storm.

I liked it when it stormed. It was so exciting to watch and listen to the powerful strength of the wind and rain. But after today, I knew so much more about getting excited and that made it all the more thrilling. I sat back down on the sofa and wondered if I should go up to the room a face my sister and my cousin and see just how mad they were at me. I knew that I had to go up soon because my Momma would be home any time and I was still dressed in my sundress with no underwear under it and I didn’t want her to see me dressed like this.

I was just about to suck it up and go face the music when a heard my name being called from upstairs. It was my sister Laura calling and she said, “Kristy, would you come up here please, we want to talk to you.”

I thought that it was just as well to get it over with and headed up the stairs. When I entered the room, I saw Laura and Leslie sitting on Laura’s bed, both of them fully clothes in shorts and tee shirts. They had smiles on their faces, even Leslie and I felt a little better about this conversation that we were about to have.

I came in and stood before the pair like a summoned slave with my head properly bowed until Leslie finally said, “Kristy, I’m sorry for barking at you earlier. I was so sexually aroused that all I wanted was to get myself off and your refusal I saw as the last straw. So I yelled at you and I really feel bad about it. Will you forgive me? I really am sorry.”

I looked up and gave her a quick but earnest smile and said, “Yeah, if you can forgive me. I don’t know why I just couldn’t, ah, you know, just do it but something kept me from, ah, doing it, you know. I mean I really wanted to because it seemed so exciting but I just couldn’t make myself.” My voice trailed off into silence as my eyes diverted away from hers to go back down to my hands that I was wringing.

Suddenly Leslie stood up and came over and put her arms around me and gave me a big hug and said, “We both acted stupidly that’s for sure but it’s behind us now and we have to move on.” She put her hand on my chin and drew it up so she could look into my eyes and said through her pouty lips, “I don’t want to leave with my cousin being mad at me now do I?”

Our little tiff came to a shrieking halt before it really got started and we were all friends once again as we joked and played around. When Momma came home, nothing could have told her that we had any problems at all as we were down in the family room, playing that board game that I had suggested earlier that afternoon as it continued to rain into the night.

I went into the bathroom to take my shower and get ready for bed that evening as usual and when Leslie came out with a towel wrapped around her head again, I suddenly noticed that she was wearing a pair of pajamas for the first time but no one, not even I, mentioned a word of this change. After she blew her hair dry and got into bed, Laura walked over to the light switch and telling us a good night, turned off the light and scurried back into her bed. I listened for any activity from the two but hearing nothing but loud breathing, I rolled over and went right to sleep.

Early the next morning, before my alarm went off, I woke up and looked over at my fellow room mates and found them each in their own beds still asleep. I was almost disappointed by the separation and I wished that things would get back to the way they were before that incident yesterday down in the family room. I snuck out of the room and went down to see if my Momma was getting ready for work.

I got downstairs just as she was about to head out to her car and noticing me come into the kitchen, she stopped for a moment, turned around and asked, “Kristy, you didn’t happen to go into our room yesterday did you?”

“No, why would I do that? You don’t like us to go in there.” I lied to her.

“Oh no reason I guess. Have a good day Honey and stay out of trouble,” she said heading out to the garage and closing the door behind her.

“Oh shit,” I thought. “She must have noticed her panties on top of the laundry last night instead of under the other contents. How stupid can you be Kristy?”

Vowing to double my caution over what we all were doing every day here all alone, I couldn’t wait to warn my sister and cousin about this little error and see what they had to say about it. I fixed my breakfast before heading back up to wake my cohorts in crime and to include them in my warning and as I approached the door that led into the room, I heard once again a low voice coming from the other side so I stopped to listen intently at the doorway.

Hearing nothing more than normal conversation, I entered the room and found the two of them sitting on Laura’s bed, chatting about their desired activities that day. Before I could even open my mouth, Leslie stood up, smiled at me and said, “Kristy, you didn’t do what Laura did yesterday and today, you have to pay the penalty for it. Rules are rules and you didn’t follow them perfectly.”

I looked over into Laura’s eyes to get comfort from the words that Leslie was saying. Laura just kind of smiled and gave me knowing shrug of her shoulders that told me plainly, “Yeah, she’s right. You have to live up to the bargain.” I felt defeated and trapped so I looked down at my hands that were fidgeting with the hem of my night gown as Leslie said, “Now go in and take a shower and when you have finished, come out a see what you have to do.”

I walked over to my dresser and opened the drawer to pull out some fresh underwear but Leslie stopped me by saying, “I didn’t say anything about you having to get clean things to put on. I just told you to go in and take a shower. That’s all.”

A feeling of dread suddenly came over me and I wanted to run out of the room but I didn’t. I couldn’t move I felt so helpless. “Kristy,” Laura said in a sympathetic voice, “just go in a do what you’re told. It’ll be alright.”

My feet started to walk into the bathroom and my hands turned on the shower and opened the door. I stepped into the spray and I washed all over my body but my mind was still on my punishment for not following the rules. I thought that it all had been resolved last night with the hug but evidently it had not. Now, turning off the shower and grabbing the towel to dry my body off with, I knew that I had to perform something embarrassing in from of my sister and my cousin and I didn’t like the sound of it one bit.

I opened the bathroom door and walked out with my hands down covering my bare crotch. Leslie snickered at me I looked so pathetic. I walked over to where they were sitting and stood there waiting to find out my punishment. Leslie cleared her throat and began to explain what I had to do.

“Kristy, you seem to be embarrassed over your development. You seem to forget that you are two or three years behind Laura and I. You wish that your breasts were bigger and your bush was fuller don’t you?” she asked but not waiting for an answer. She continued to say, “Well, I’ve decided, no, we’ve decided to bring you back to reality and have you shave yourself down there.”

She reached under the bed and brought out a bowl full of hot water, a can of shaving cream, a towel and a hand mirror. She stood up and gave her place on the bed to me and as I looked over at my sister, she did the same. I looked at the razor and the bowl of hot water and sighed a deep sigh.

“I’ve never used one of those things on my, ah, down there before. What happens if I cut myself or something?” I asked.

“Then you will bleed. I’d be careful if I were you. Now sit down, lather yourself up and start to shave that pussy of yours.” she told me.

I heard her call it a pussy and I know that that’s it name but I could feel my cheeks flush as I opened my legs up and grabbed the can of shaving cream. I was just about to squirt some the contents out onto my hand, when a heard her suggest, “I’d first place a warm, damp towel over the area before I applied the shaving cream. It helps make it softer but with your hair so fine and light, I don’t think it would make any difference.”

I put the damp towel on my crotch area, or pussy as Leslie called it, and felt the nice sensation of its warmth soaking through from the cloth. After a bit, I removed the towel and squirted out a bit of the foamy substance into my hand and looked down between my legs. I’d never looked down at it from this angle before and I was struck at how pretty it actually was.

My lower abdomen gave way to the puffy little lips where my pubic hair started its growth. As it bulged out just a little, the separation of those lips became well defined by the tight little slit down the middle where it hid my treasures from the human eye. I couldn’t see any further down without the aid of a mirror and I didn’t need that just yet.

I applied the cream on my Pubis area, right before my lips separated where my hair was the thickest and that wasn’t saying very much at that. But as I grabbed onto the razor, I stopped and thought about what I was about to do. Then very carefully, I drug the razor up from my lips, taking the cream and hopefully all of the pubic hair that was growing under the foam. What was left was a clean patch of hairless area and I felt a sense of pride knowing that I had accomplished my goal and I didn’t even cut myself.

I continued to shave off what little hair that was visibly growing in that area and when I stop for an inspection, I found it all clean and free of any hair. It looked too familiar because not that long ago, I looked exactly like that down there. I started to put the razor away when Leslie said, “I don’t think that you are through yet, do you?”

“I think so,” I replied.

“What about the hair growing around your lips and between your legs, you know, further down,” she asked with her eyebrows raised.

I looked back down between them and really had to bend my back in order to see anything. If anything was growing there, I didn’t see it so I said, “I don’t think that I have anything growing down there yet.”

“Not even the frog hairs? You know, the fine little hairs that are blonde or white, what about those?” she insisted.

“I don’t see anything of any color growing down between my legs,” I insisted.

“Well, I do. Do you want me to take over for you?” she asked impatiently.

“If you can see any then be my guest,” I said in disgust but when her hand came up and pushed me back down on my back and she ordered me to raise my knees and spread my legs out wide, I felt as vulnerable as I did with my knees over my head and touching the floor yesterday. I took in my breath and wondered how this was going to go.

As I waited for something to happen, my breathing became rapid and heart started to race. Then I heard the swush of the can of shaving cream as she took a load of it and slowly applied it generously over my crotch area with her hand. I felt her fingers spreading the lather upon my delicate skin and I also felt the soothing warmth of the foam as it covered the area destined to be scraped. But first she had to rub it in all over my pussy and she was taking her own sweet time. It felt deliciously naughty having someone spread the foam all over your private parts but to have it spread on it over and over, well it was down right exciting.

My breathing continued to be strained as I arched my back just a little, trying to encourage her to finish the job at hand but it was useless because she had her mind made up that she wasn’t going to be rushed from her favorable position. Her fingers spread the foam out evenly over the entire area, paying attention to where my legs met my junction and where my slit spit into my lips. I didn’t know I had that much hair down where she was spreading the shaving cream but as I finally felt her reach for the razor, I wondered just how much she was enjoying this little act of hers.

I tightened up instinctively as she made a pass with the cutting edge of the razor. I felt the smoothness of her stroke and relaxed just a bit. Then I felt another and this time I felt it over my lips. A strange sensation crept over my groin as she applied a little pressure in between my slit as I held my breath. I then felt her fingers brushing over the last pass of the razor as she slightly ran it into my canal. I moaned out loud and jerked my hips away from her touch.

“Hold still now,” she warned, “I don’t want to cut you, especially not right there.”

I let out my breath and took in another as she placed the razors edge on the inside of my thigh, right next to my pussy lips and scraped down and around until it finally came up on my puffy lip. Then she repeated the process but this time it was a little higher and it ended just above where my clitoris was hiding. But the pressure made me anticipate the razor touching my little love button and I could not help myself from crying out.

“What’s wrong Kristy?” she asked. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,” I gasped, “but I don’t know what to do. I’m getting so excited that I’m afraid that I will move at the wrong time and you might cut me with the razor. Can you please hurry?”

“You have to trust the fact that I won’t cut you,” she said in a reassuring tone. “Now just try and relax so I can finish up this part.”

Try as I might I couldn’t relax at all because of the stimulation that the razor was bringing to the event and I was afraid that I would hyperventilate if I didn’t watch out. She quickly made a couple more passes with the razor and then she pressed on the backs of my legs and said, “Pick up your legs and place them over your head.”

I wanted to cry out “WHY!” but I was so confused by my emotions that I could only comply with her wishes. Then I felt the sharpness of the razor as she applied it over my butt hole and my panic escaped out of my mouth. “OH MY GOD LESLIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Just making sure all of the hair has been shaved off of my pretty little girl’s behind. That does it for now so you can lower your legs back down to the bed,” she told me.

As I did what was told, I felt her entire hand run the length of my crotch and a soothing voice tell me how smooth it now felt. But her hand didn’t stop after one feel as her fingers began to probe between my two freshly shaved lips and then I felt an electric jolt as she reached my little clitoris. I took in a breath in a sharp, gasping gulp as I moaned out loud and moved my hips involuntarily. She touched it again and this time I saw stars as the sensation went right down inside of my womb.

Leslie was now pressing my two lips together and rubbing on my clit through the fold of skin that surrounded her target and as I spread out my legs even wider and arched my back skyward into the pressure, she placed her little finger right at my vagina and pressed into it just an inch or so. I went wild as the unexpected pleasure continued to build until I felt the overwhelming feeling start to erupt from my opening. I madly was tossing my head from side to side while holding my breath as it hit me like a ton of bricks.

It exploded out of me like a gigantic volcano that erupted out of the earth with its spewing hot liquid. I could feel my juices flood out of my vaginal opening and spray all over myself, the bed and Leslie’s hand. I was writhing about, not believing what was happening to me as I tried to squeeze the most of my new found sensation but as I squirmed and jerk myself into a frenzy, the only thing that I could possibly do to satisfy the need I felt from my gut was to press down with my hands right over my own pussy.

I rolled to my side and convulsed myself into unconsciousness with both hands planted firmly between my tightly pressed legs. There I rested for the longest time until I once again could think and respond normally.

“Kristy?” I heard a voice whispered into my ear. “Are you alright?”

It was my sister bending over my naked body, shaking me gently back into this world. “Oh my god,” I panted in response to my awakening. “I can’t believe what happened to me. It felt so…so…so wonderfully delicious, so unbelievably…God, I can’t think. I just want to shake myself all over it felt so…”

“Satisfying?” Leslie offered.

“Yeah,” I repeated slowly. “Satisfyingly beautiful.”

Laura leaned over my body and pressed her face down to mine, indicating that she wanted to kiss me right on the mouth. I didn’t hesitate or draw back from her genuine gesture of affection but lifted my head up and graciously accepted her sign of love. As my lips met hers and they melted into a combining of affection, I felt her lips separate just a little as I got the feeling that it felt so right to do the same.

We continued to press our lips together and move them around, trying to feel the pleasure that was building up in our show of love for each other. Our mouths became open orifices of that love and as we became more and more willing, they turned into gigantic openings of lust. Our tongues started to intertwine around each other and our hands went out in search of the others acceptance. But as I was running my hand down on her leg, she suddenly broke off the kiss and sat back up on her haunches.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, disappointed in her reaction.

“Oh nothing my sweet, wonderful sister,” she said, panting just a little. “Before we go too far, Leslie and I have a little surprise for you. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say that you can open them, okay?”

“God, I don’t know if I can take any more surprise,” I only half way joked. I closed my eyes and rolled over on my back and waited. I heard the rustling of clothes and a little giggle and then I felt the mattress give into some weight being applied to it. Then I heard Laura say, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

When I did, I was focusing on two shaved crotches. They were as clean and bare as mine was and I put my hand to my mouth and blurted out, “Oh my God, you’ve shaved your pussies also,” and laughed out loud in disbelief. “Why did you shave,” I cried out my question.

It was Leslie who answered. “Well, we knew that being the youngest of the three of us and the east developed also, you were probably a little self conscious of showing your pussy so we decide to start over and make us all like ten year olds and become bare as a baby’s butt.”

“What do you do about your boobies,” I asked jokingly.

She laughed out loud and covered her chest. She paused and then answered my question, “You’ll just have to pretend that you are slow developing or something. I’m not cutting them off for anybody.”

I don’t know what got into me but I rose up on one elbow and extended my other hand out and touched Leslie’s bare breast with it and said in a coy little voice, “I wouldn’t either, not if I had a pair like you do.”

She was shocked and speechless for a brief moment and then she bent forward and placed her lips down on mine. It felt so natural to press my lips against hers and she opened her mouth to mine, I accepted her kiss as I accepted her affection. She slowly lay down beside me and immediately took the dominant position on top. She moved her hands up to my cheeks as she ground into our kiss with her mouth. It felt delicious being kissed by Leslie and I felt that I could do no wrong.

Her breasts were pressed into my tiny protrusions as she again proved her dominance in the situation and as she continued to ravish my mouth with hers, she took complete control by separating her knees and straddling my poor little body. She sat back up and looked down into my eyes. I didn’t see a smile in those eyes. I didn’t see any love like I saw in Laura’s. What I saw was pure lust, a craving that could only be satisfied through having her way with me and I knew it.

I stretched my hand up to place it on her cheek and then moved it over to her mouth. She opened it and I stuck in a finger. She closed her lips on it, never taking her eyes off of mine, and sucked it deep into her mouth. I swallowed hard as I moved my other hand to rest on her breast. She closed her eyes as she continued to take my finger as far as she could in between her sucking lips and then I felt something or someone crawl between my legs so I spread them far apart, inviting my sister’s full exploration.

I wasn’t disappointed when she ran her fingers up on my shaved vulva and dragging them back down through my slit. I groaned loudly as I closed my eyes and then I felt her hot breath hovering over my wide open pussy. I held my breath as the panting breath got closer and closer and then I felt her lips start to kiss my bare pussy and I exploded with my own lustful hip thrust.

I cried out loud as Leslie slowly scooted up on my body and as I felt my sister tongue separate my lips between my legs I opened my eyes to be staring right into the loveliest bare crotch in the world. It was hovering a couple of inches over my face and as I moved both hands down to her hips, she lowered them down until I was smelling her fresh, womanly odor emanating from between those beautiful legs. She stopped a mere inch above my mouth so I pressed my hand onto her hips and guided it down onto my mouth.

She groaned at making contact with my lips but as I opened them and stuck out my tongue and began to lick along her lips, she threw back her head and spread out her knees a little further. I tasted her juices as slowly brought my tongue to bear on her opening. I was panting in between licks as Laura was busily flicking her tongue over my clit and running her finger down to explore my opening. I was still a virgin with my cherry in tact and I only hoped that I would stay that way until tomorrow at least.

The feeling of her tongue teasing my clitoris was driving me crazy with lust. I once again wanted to feel the glorious release that had left me so wonderfully exhausted only a few short moments before and I knew that I would only settle for a repeat of the sensation. So I doubled my efforts with my mouth and then I remembered my hand was free, so I put it into action also.

Prying from behind, I felt for Leslie’s opening and as I finally found it, rammed it in all the way until I was ramming my fist into her vagina. She groaned a little and bent forward just enough to expose her openings for my manual assault. So I switched my thumb for my middle finger and placed my wet finger on her butt hole and as she grunted her approval and raised her butt into the air, I inserted my middle finger up into her ass and started pumping my hand into her two openings.

She cried out, “OH MY GOD KRISTY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HAND! RAM IT UP MY BUTT THAT’S IT!”

Laura heard her demands so she placed her finger right at my own opening. It felt so wonderfully naughty and I had to try it so I raised my butt up in the air just enough to show her where I wanted it and she slowly pressed it into my rectum. At first it felt awkward like a preverbal “Cob up your butt” but as she began to move it in and out, the sensation became electric. I began to raise and lower my hips in time with her insertions as she continued to work her magic with her tongue. I was about ready to explode but first there was one cousin that needed my attention.

She was working her clit on my mouth as I was pumping my hand in her crotch and both were having their desired affect. She was getting closer and closer to having her orgasm and from her ever increasing verbal encouragement, she wasn’t that far away. I could feel my own release building as Laura now was sucking right on my clit. I was going wild with desire and when I thought that I could build it no longer, it came over me like a train and I bucked my hips away from her oral and manual stimulation and I cried out through Leslie’s two wet lips, “OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING!!”

At that very moment, Leslie released a flood from her vagina that coated my hand, wrist and chin. She rocked on my face as she ground her open crotch into my face. “OH…OH…OH…” she cried out in an ever higher voice. “OH GOD KRISTY! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER YOU! OH MY GOD!” she shrieked.

As she came, she slid off of my face to cuddle into a ball on her side. I felt the same way but I wanted to share my experience with my sister so I reached down and pulled her into my arms and held her close as I tried to come down from my own orgasm. Laura just held me and rocked me into a peaceful slumber. I felt safe in her arms as I slipped into unconsciousness.

We continued to make love with each other for quite some time in the future, well after Leslie went back to New York. Laura even broke my cherry with a vibrator that she discovered in Momma’s underwear drawer. It kind of stung right after it got broken but the feeling I got after it healed was worth any pain that I had to endure.

But it all came to an end, like I knew it would, in Laura’s junior year when she met Patrick and fell madly in love with him and his dick. So she graduated from my thumb and a vibrator to his big dick and she never was happier. She got married during her sophomore year in colleges, not to Patrick but to a nice guy called Bud and she is now the mother of two wonderful girls. We meet every year at a hotel for the weekend just to keep our juices flowing but she has a life now that I wouldn’t change if I could.

As for Cousin Leslie, well she got pregnant in her senior year and dropped out and never went back to school. Her first marriage didn’t go well as her second and third didn’t either. The last that I have heard about her was that she was shacked up with some guy who just got out of prison and that she has gained 70 pounds at least. I haven’t seen her since saying good bye at the bus station and I don’t miss her at all. But I can say that I appreciate her lessons and I always will.

For me, well I went on to love a few women. I took a lover in high school and that lasted for two years when we broke up. I had three or four women in college but nothing too serious but after I graduated with my MBA and was out on the lecture tour, I met Marty and I had never been happier than I am from finding my true love. She is my life now and I couldn’t possibly live without her and I never look back and wonder what would have happened if Leslie had never shown up at our house that summer. Would I be as happy as I am now? I doubt it.

The End

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