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The law wasn’t going to let the disappearance of the four teens go unsolved

Mindy’s European Dream

Krystal had been acting nervous for several weeks and Mindy was becoming concerned for her. Krystal had always been level headed and never let emotions show. Their business of making snuff videos for a very discreet and private list of clientele was always protected and secure and they had made a fortune over the years. With the various hidden accounts throughout the United States and Switzerland, Krystal and Mindy had amassed over 300 million dollars and could do whatever they wanted.
Krystal finally sat Mindy down and let her know why she had been so nervous the past couple of weeks. Ever since they had taken care of the four teens who raped Mindy, the local law enforcement agencies wasn’t backing down in their investigation and was determined to find out what happened to the teens. Krystal said they would close down the chamber and convert it to a normal looking storm cellar complete with enough rations to last a few months. The garden where all the bodies were buried would be turned into a field of evergreen bushes with stone walkways and benches to appear to be an area for relaxing. Once the transformation to the chamber and garden was complete then Krystal would give Mindy 10 million dollars and they would part ways.
After Krystal fell asleep that night, Mindy went to Krystal’s office and rechecked all the bank accounts and the total in each. Once she confirmed that they were worth over 300 million dollars she fumed as she realized Krystal was planning on walking away with over 95% of the wealth. It was true that Krystal had amassed much of the wealth prior to meeting Mindy, but the past several years, not only was Mindy by her side 365 days a year, she was also Krystal’s lover and confidante. It wasn’t Mindy’s fault Krystal kept her sheltered from the operations until the four teens had raped her. Mindy had a suspicion that Krystal’s decision to sever ties with her had something to do with Mindy enjoying sucking and stroking Chris’s cock. After all, Krystal didn’t give her a chance to snuff him herself but rather went the very next morning and quickly finished him and Mindy off. If Krystal was questioning Mindy’s love for her, then what would keep her from pinning the murders on Mindy also?
Checking each account to confirm Krystal hadn’t taken her off the authorization to withdraw funds Mindy was confident she had access to the entire 300 million dollar windfall. Printing off all financial records and erasing the clientele list after sending them a secure message stating the snuff operation would be temporarily shut down; Mindy knew what she had to do in order to be able to reap the benefits of the entire estate. Squeezing a fresh batch of orange juice for breakfast she put the pitcher in the refrigerator and headed back to bed. The first thing Krystal done every morning was to drink a large glass of juice while she prepared breakfast.
As Mindy snuggled next to Krystal, Krystal turned and kissed her lips softly and let her fingers caress the younger woman’s body. Mindy reciprocated by kissing Krystal’s neck and whispering sweet words of encouragement into her ear. Arching her back, Mindy welcomed Krystal’s warm mouth and hot tongue on her wet vagina. As Krystal masterfully licked and tongued Mindy, the juices flowed and Mindy was already thinking how she was going to miss Krystal’s expert lovemaking skills. As Mindy’s body convulsed from a powerful orgasm, Krystal locked her mouth against the sweet vagina and let the juices flow into her. Mindy’s chest was heaving from the effects of the orgasm as she moved down Krystal’s firm body to make love to her mentor, her lover and her teacher for the last time. Sliding her tongue into the older woman’s vagina, Mindy loved the way Krystal’s juices always flowed so freely. The sweet taste of Krystal’s juices was so refreshing and being a total lesbian, Mindy always knew she tasted the true Krystal and her inner self. Mindy’s tongue caressed the vagina lips and savored the taste and aroma of her mentor’s body. She was going to take her time tonight, give Krystal the best and most powerful orgasm she would ever experience. Mindy owed this much to Krystal, to make Krystal feel as though she was the only person in the world. Krystal’s slender manicured fingers were entwining in Mindy’s hair as the pressure of her orgasm was bubbling deep within her body. Her insides were on fire as her young lover licked and sucked as if it was the last time they would ever be together. Sure, she told Mindy they would be going their separate ways, but that was a few weeks down the road, as there was so much work to complete. They would have many nights of lovemaking left before the separation, but for now Krystal wanted to enjoy every lick of her sweet Mindy’s tongue. As her orgasm came to a head and the juices ran like a faucet, Mindy licked and drank every drop of Krystal’s juices and kissed her pubes repeatedly after the flow ebbed.
When Mindy walked into the kitchen the next morning, Krystal was at the table, her head in her hands and just barely breathing. Hearing her young lover enter the room, Krystal managed to raise her head and smiled a knowing smile. Barely audible Krystal congratulated Mindy on her devious act and confessed that she inherited the homestead in exactly the same manner. She had killed her captor after gaining his trust and taken everything for herself. When she asked Mindy why she didn’t wait until all the changes were made to the chamber and garden, Mindy explained that it was important to leave everything just as it was. Mindy was going to call the authorities and confess of the killings and when they got to the farm and find Krystal dead, they would assume she couldn’t live with herself anymore and committed suicide. With all the bodies in the garden they would close the case and Mindy would never have to worry about watching over her shoulder in fear of the law catching up with her.
Mindy had loaded all the records and her clothes in the car the night before and also had destroyed any photos that were in the house so once she made the call to the local authorities she was ready to leave this place behind. Laying the suicide note on the table, Mindy kissed Krystal’s lips one last time. Walking out the door and sliding into the Mercedes, Mindy blow a kiss in the direction of the chamber and moved down the driveway. She was less than a mile from the house when she passed a caravan of official police vehicles, and she knew exactly where they were headed. By the time they recovered all the body parts from the garden and wrapped the case up, Mindy would be well settled in her new place in an undisclosed European location.
Being an eighteen year old American with all the money she could ever want, Mindy was going to enjoy life to the fullest while in Europe. Her flat was spacious with two bedrooms and 3 baths. It was on the fifth floor of a high rise condo and she picked it up for a mere 300,000 dollars. Mindy had negotiated the furniture and finally since she was paying cash the previous owner tossed all furniture in for free. Mindy wasted no time in setting up her business and within a week she informed her clients that a new film would be available within a month. Mindy could go out and find a victim almost immediately but she had to finish working out details of a side business with one of the clients who had been buying the films ever since Krystal first began selling them. He was a prominent surgeon and he was the reason Mindy had relocated to this region. Over the next few weeks they traded encrypted messages until Mindy was confident in being able to fulfill her end of the job.
She also promised them they would be treated with more sex acts before the kill and each film would be from a different location. Mindy was determined to never entertain any of her victims at her condo and also she would agree to meet them at their place but would drive herself there. If Krystal had taught her anything, she made sure Mindy covered all bases making sure the snuffing couldn’t be traced back to her.
Charles was a six foot and one hundred seventy five pound playboy with the looks of a young George Hamilton. Playing it coy, Mindy let Charles buy her drinks all evening and even went outside with him when he suggested they go back to his place. Once outside, Mindy got his address and assured him she would be there within the hour but convinced him she had to go back to her place first to pick up something more comfortable for the night. Mindy went back into the club and made sure people noticed she came back in to assure an alibi that she never left with Charles should the law trace his night back to the club. Of course Mindy would go through his pockets to ensure he didn’t have any match books or napkins with the pub’s name on it. Another thing Krystal taught Mindy was to never hook up with a victim who used a credit card while in her presence and Charles had been flashing around cash all night. From talking to other patrons of the pub after leaving Charles on the curb she couldn’t find anyone who knew him so that was a good sign he was not a regular and no one would connect his disappearance to the pub.

Charles body was just as impressive standing in front of Mindy in only his briefs as it was fully dressed earlier. Mindy felt her insides tingle the same way they always did when Krystal was preparing to make love to her. Charles took Mindy into his muscular arms and as he pressed his lips to hers Mindy could feel his cock beginning to grow and press into her stomach. Mindy was hot in her own right and her 34C – 25 – 34 measurements turned a lot of heads of both men and women. Her long flowing hair and the dark emerald green eyes gave her a look of mystery and intrigued everyone she came in contact with intimately. Of course any intimacy in the past was a boy from school who caught her eye with the exception of Krystal with whom Mindy will always love. Mindy liked the way Charles hands moved effortlessly over her pure silk panties and across her smooth flawless skin. She let Charles guide her into his bedroom and was in awe of its size. It was huge and had a king size bed in the middle of the room with mirrors on the ceiling above it. Thinking quick, Mindy asked Charles if he would mind too much if she asked him to run down to her can and getting the bottle of wine she had picked up especially for the night. Being on the 15th floor of the building and also she had parked her car on the street around the corner Mindy knew she would have at least 20 minutes to set everything up.

The micro camera was barely visible even though she knew where it was and being mounted on the ceiling it would get a good view of all the action on the bed. Mindy also placed three more cameras throughout the room and after a quick test run, was confident not a single act would be missed by at least one of the cameras. Krystal had these cameras designed especially for single room applications before she turned the gazebo into a torture chamber and the quality was unsurpassed.

Mindy moaned continuously as Charles lips kissed her slender neck and his tongue tasted every inch of her skin that he kissed. As he mouth descended to her firm tanned breasts, Charles fingers glided over her bra strap and unsnapped it without a moment’s hesitation or fumbling. He had the softest lips for a man and when he sucked on Mindy’s stiff pea size nipples she could feel her juices beginning to coat the crotch of her panties. Mindy’s fingers ran through Charles thick black wavy hair and she begged him not to stop, not ever stop sucking on her nipples and caressing her breasts. Charles devoured Mindy’s nipples, licking and sucking simultaneously while his nimble fingers easily slipped inside her panties and found her swollen clit. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck” is all Mindy could muster as Charles massaged her clit and began licking his way down her flat stomach and paying special attention to her navel. “Baby, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop” she pleaded, but he only worked harder to take her over the edge. Mindy’s entire body came off the bed as her orgasm exploded while Charles finger was buried deep inside her quivering pussy. “Go baby, let it go, cum for me and let me bathe in you juices” Charles breathed heavily as his own excitement was building to a point of no return. “Oh yes Charles, finger my tight pussy baby, make me cum and cum again” Mindy panted when she could catch her breath long enough to speak. Although it probably only lasted thirty to forty five seconds, Mindy thought her orgasm was never going to end, and in a way she was hoping it wouldn’t. Krystal would bring her off almost nightly but never did she bring Mindy off with such intensity or complete draining of her very being like Charles just accomplished. She was soaked in sweat from the activity even though the room was relatively cool otherwise. She could tell her face was flushed just by the way she felt like she had a fever and her nipples were like little steel balls setting atop her firm mounds. When she could finally breathe normally again, Mindy suggested they open the wine and take a break to regain their composure before going the next round. As Charles poured the wine into the goblets, Mindy checked herself in the mirror and was surprised how flushed she looked. Her face was a light crimson with her high cheek bones a darker shade and gave her a more seductive look. They took their time sipping the wine while Mindy kissed Charles’s hairy chest and teasingly would rub her hand over his rigid cock confined by his briefs.
Mindy had Charles lie on his back and she licked and sucked on his neck and shoulders, making little red marks all over his skin. Using her thumbs and fore fingers Mindy tweaked and playfully pinched Charles’s nipples until he beg her to stop. Very deliberately and slow Mindy’s mouth moved further down his body, nipping him with her teeth then licking him to soothe the skin. Her moist lips planting light kisses as she continued moving downward. As she slid her hand inside his briefs she gasped at the thickness of his cock. She knew it was large just from the outline in the fabric, but she had no idea it was so thick. As her thumb caressed the bulbous head she felt the slick precum leaking from his cock and she giggled slightly. The taste was mild and the slickness was surprising to Mindy. It was almost like a lubricant you find in those sex stores for anal play. Krystal and she used to use such lubricants on each other when they decided to use anal toys on each other. Sliding Charles briefs down past his knees, Charles moved his legs and shed them the rest of the way. With his legs opened to allow Mindy to admire his full set of balls and the magnitude of his cock, Charles closed his eyes and let Mindy have her way.
The big cock head was almost too fat for Mindy to engulf with her mouth, but stubbornly she slowly worked it in by allowing her saliva to coat it and make it slide into her willing mouth. With his hands gently pushing her head, Mindy eventually was able to take over five inches of his eight inch cock into her mouth without gagging too much. Moving her mouth from the five inch mark back up to the bottom of the head, Mindy worked his cock like a vacuum. Several times she felt him stiffen up or moan the same way she had made Chris moan and knew he was about to cum. She would bite down on his thick cock until the pain was sufficient to stifle his need to cum and after waiting a minute or so she would once again bring him to the edge of orgasm. Charles was going nuts, having this goddess of a woman edging him so masterfully and he would beg her to finish him off and let him cum. With stubborn persistence Mindy controlled Charles in this manner for over an hour, bringing him to the brink of Cumming only to deny him the pleasure. Each time Charles would curse Mindy playfully and tell her in the end she was going to pay for being such a tease. Charles could easily have overpowered the 115 pound girl but he wanted to see just how much cum he would shoot once she finally took him all the way. In all of his twenty five years of existence with the past ten being filled with sexual escapades he had never met a woman who was so intent on draining him completely by denying him release until she was ready. To his dismay and moderate verbal protests, Mindy slid off the bed and informed him before she would let him cum, they would enjoy one more glass of wine. Urging him to remain in bed and let her get the wine Mindy shielded the goblets from Charles’s view as she removed a small capsule that was taped to the recessed bottom of the wine bottle.

Atracrim was a powerful muscle relaxer used in surgery to paralyze the muscles of a patient when they needed the patient aware and yet immobilized during surgery. Very rarely would the patient feel any pain but even if they did, with their vocal chords paralyzed they wouldn’t be able to scream out. Mindy was hoping since she removed about a third of the drug from the capsule earlier that Charles would indeed be able to feel the pain. Mindy knew the drug would take approximately fifteen minutes to take full effect by using wine as a transport vessel and this would give her time to feel his huge load of cum exploding inside her young and tight womb. Even though she was about 75% sure it was a sufficient amount to completely immobilize him, once he was under its effect she would also bind him with the rope and cuffs she had in her bag. Walking slow and swaying her hot hips, Mindy went to the bed and handed Charles his glass of wine while she busied herself by sucking him to full erection once again. Holding his thick pulsating eight inch cock in her small and delicate looking left hand, Mindy slowly lowered her hips onto him and screamed with excitement as the invading tool stretched her young pussy walls and the head popped inside her womb. Sitting there for several minutes to get used to the size Mindy kept telling Charles how happy she was that he would be the first man to actually make love to her. When he told her he hoped she would be satisfied by his method of lovemaking Mindy looked him directly in the eyes and told him she was going to fuck him to death. Leaning back and arching her back, Mindy began to slowly rise and fall, taking all eight inches deep in her pussy and then letting her soft but firm pussy lips caress his bulbous head on the upstroke. Within a few minutes Mindy felt Charles stiffen and saw his eyes roll back and knew he was about to fill her full of sperm. “Yes baby, yes, let it go, fill my hot pussy full of your cum” Mindy chanted as she became flushed once again with heated passion. “Fill me full baby, fill me full of your hot cum” she continued to chant as she felt the cum explode deep inside her pussy. She was delirious as the thick cum splattered the walls of her womb and his cock jerked and spasmed. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, baby that was so wonderful and I love the way it feels oozing down my leg “ she cooed. Finally spent, Charles’s thick cock began to deflate and slip out of Mindy’s young pussy. Lying on top of Charles, Mindy tenderly kissed his neck and listened as his breathing first began to be normal and then a few minutes later it shallowed rapidly. The Atracrim was taking effect and his muscles were shutting down. Mindy could actually see the fright in his eyes but she just kissed his eye lids softly and whispered it wasn’t personal it was business. Getting up, Mindy walked over to her bag and removed the tightly folded sheet of plastic.
After putting Charles legs together and his arms at his side, Mindy rolled him to one edge of the mattress. Unfolding the heavy plastic sheet, Mindy covered the exposed part of the mattress with it. After rolling Charles back to the middle, Mindy finished covering the rest of the mattress and secured Charles’s wrists and ankles to the bed frame.
Being her first attempt to harvest a human organ, It was agreed between Mindy and the client she would only extract his kidneys and heart. After packing in ice, she would deliver them at the preset destination and pick up her 75,000 dollar reward. The client would have a clean up crew come in to remove the body and remove any trace of Mindy’s existence.
With exact incisions Mindy opened up Charles chest and stomach area and actually had an orgasm as she watched the pained look in Charles’s eyes. The amount of Atracrim was perfect for immobilizing him for the delicate operation but still let him feel the pain. First Mindy carefully removed the kidneys and packed them in ice for safe keeping. The heart was more difficult as she had to crack open Charles rib cage in order to give clearance. Mindy felt the same adrenaline rush as she did back in the chamber when she was torturing the four teenagers. She remembered the pain they felt when she burned their names into the chests. Shaking her head to bring herself back to reality, Mindy completed the delicate task of removing and storing the heart for transport. Although she loved the act of torturing and snuffing her victims, her added income made her smile.

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Futa is going to reunite her family with her mind-controlling powers and have fun doing it!

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Ten: Futa’s Virgin Reward

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mildred Dean

At least the treat before me would make up for Sasha Ford stealing one of the panties P had given me. She was out there, a futa mind-controlling whoever she wanted. It seethed in me that she wasn’t under my power like she was supposed to be.

But at least Chloe had found me Kendall.

“I am really sorry, Mildred,” Chloe said.

“You didn’t help her steal the panties, kitty cat,” I told the eighteen-year-old blonde futa. “So don’t feel sad. We’ll deal with Sasha. She didn’t mind-control anyone?”

“She tried, but her panties didn’t work on us and mine didn’t work on her,” Chloe answered.

That was good to know. Would mine work on Sasha’s, or was she forever going to be a free agent doing her own thing? Well, maybe things weren’t so bad then. I still had the other two. I knew who would get one, and I was certain I could find the right person for the other. Who they were meant to go to.

Kendall pulled off my top. The Black, fifteen-year-old virgin had such a naughty look on her narrow face. She had a rich, mocha-brown hue to her skin, not nearly as dark as her mother, Alesha Lyon. Kendall had a small, dainty nose—cute even—and a smile that made my futa-cock throb beneath my skirt. My girl-balls ached and my pussy grew hotter.

“Aren’t you just an adorable thing?” I purred. “Nineteen and a virgin. How utterly remarkable. You’re lucky not to have that cherry popped.”

“Anal and blowjobs,” she said, a saucy look on her face. “I want my virginity to be taken by someone special. That’s you, Mildred. Chloe told me just how amazing you are.”

“She’s a sweet kitty cat, isn’t she?” I asked as Kendall fell to her knees before me.

She nodded, a big grin on her face. She tugged down on my skirt now. I shuddered as the cloth rubbed across the tip of my dick. A hot shudder ran through me. My pussy clenched, my naughty clit throbbing. It could be such a wicked, little nub.

She gasped when my cock popped out, a flick of precum splattering her dark features. She grinned at me and grabbed my dick. She stroked up and down it, licking her lips with a look of wild hunger in her eyes.

“You absolutely can suck it,” I said, loving the feel of her hand pumping up and down it.

She beamed up at me while her other hand cradled my balls. She kneaded my girl-nuts as she leaned her head down. Her lips kissed at the tip. I shuddered at the delight of her kiss. She smooched around my dick, teasing me, sending such pleasure surging through my body.

I would have a delicious orgasm.

“So, you’re a preacher’s wife and this is your daughter?” Chloe asked.

The blonde girl faced Elouise Tuft and her daughter Christabella. I had recruited them, craving to take Elouise as my lover for years. I made her a lesbian who would seduce all the women in our church if she could. The only cocks she craved were futas-cocks.

But she wouldn’t divorce Reverend Harold. That would be a sin. I would give Christabella to Harold. Let him have his daughter in his bed as payment for changing his wife. I hoped they had children. That would be hot. Incest was such a wicked thing.

It made me so wet.

“I am,” Elouise said. “Can I suck on your cock. I love futa-dicks. They’re the only cocks I like.”

“Why don’t you both suck my dirty dick clean of Sasha Ford’s asshole,” Chloe said. “And Mom, want to lick my pussy as they do it?”

“You know I love licking your pussy,” Mrs. Quick said. The blonde MILF, a bustier and more mature version of her fourteen-year-old daughter, grinned at Chloe.

“Yes, yes, that sounds so hot.” I groaned while Kendall sucked at my cock. She slid her mouth up and down my girl-dick.

“Oh, honey, you make Mildred feel so good,” her mother purred. “Lift up your hips. Let me lick your pussy. Get you all nice and ready for Mildred’s big dick taking your virginity.”

“Isn’t she just such a wonderful mother?” Danielle Solomon said. She was the last person in my living room. A tan brunette with fake tits that Chloe had stolen from her husband. Now Danielle loved Alesha, and the pair planning on getting married.

Mind-control was so wild.

“She is,” I groaned in agreement as Alesha lowered her face down to her daughter’s pussy. The Black woman nuzzled into that virgin twat.

Kendall moaned around my cock. The pleasure surged up my dick. It sent such a wicked heat flooding through me. I groaned at it, my heart pounding bliss through my body. My cunt clenched as it drank in the sucking delight of her mouth.

Her tongue danced around it. She stroked my crown while staring up at me with hunger. My round tits jiggled. Pussy juices soaked my bush while her hands massaged my hairless nuts. They brimmed with all that cum for her to enjoy.

“Mom!” gasped Chloe.

Her small titties jiggled as the slender futa shuddered. Kneeling before her, Elouise and Christabella, the mother and her sixteen-year-old daughter, leaned in to worship Chloe’s futa-cock. They licked at her crown and smooched at the sides, cleaning her dick clean of Sasha’s asshole. Mrs. Quick ate her daughter’s pussy from behind, her hands clutching Chloe’s hips.

“Elouise and Christabella!” Chloe groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good. You’re both going to make me cum, aren’t you? All three of you are.”

“Yes,” Elouise moaned. “Coat me and my daughter’s face in your spunk, cutie! Then we can lick each other clean.”

“Yum!” the blonde futa gasped. She glanced at me and grinned. “You found some great women.”

“So did you,” I moaned as Kendall sucked with such hunger on my futa-dick.

My pussy clenched while my balls built and built with pressure. Alesha licked her daughter’s pussy, inspiring the girl to nurse on my futa-cock with all her might. My pussy drank in the heat. It flowed through my body.

I loved it. Savored it. Kendall sucked so hard. Her mother moaned, clearly enjoying the taste of her daughter’s virgin twat. She wiggled her own hips, attracting Danielle’s attention. The busty woman knelt down, her fake titties heaving, and buried her face into her fiancee’s butt-cheeks.

“Danielle!” groaned Alesha. “Ooh, rim my asshole.”

“Yes!” I groaned, loving all the sapphic delights spilling through the room. “Just feast on her asshole.”

Danielle did. With aplomb. I could hear her licking. Alesha moaned and attacked her daughter’s pussy. She squealed around my cock, sucking with even more hunger. I gasped, my pussy clenching as the pressure in my balls swelled.

It was incredible as the bliss swept from mother to daughter to me. I groaned, the sloppy sounds of Kendall’s sucking echoing in the living room, merging with the wicked delight coming from Chloe’s incestuous foursome.

I loved my panties’ power. My mind-control panties were incredible. I wanted to have four futas under my power having fun, but three would have to do. I closed my eyes, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock.

“Oh, yes, Kendall, you taste so good,” Alesha said, her hand clenching on her daughter’s lighter-brown rump. “Mmm, shower me in your cunt cream.”

The girl moaned around my futa-cock, her hips wiggling back into her mother’s face. I felt my own orgasm rising to the pinnacle of my dick. I was so close to erupting. I wanted to flood her mouth, but I also wanted her cunt spasming around my cock.

“Make your slutty daughter cum, Alesha!” I panted. “Just make her explode.”

“Yes, Mildred!” Alesha’s dark eyes stared up at me over her daughter’s curvy rump with hunger blazing in them.

Alesha’s hand moved out of sight. Then Kendall squealed. She sucked with all her might while her body trembled. It was clear her orgasm surged through her. That she showered her mother with virgin pussy cream.

“Yes!” I howled and came.

My jizz fired from my cock and pumped into the girl’s hungry mouth.

My body swayed as the pleasure surged through me. It slammed into my mind. The dizzying heat pulsed from my dick. It was incredible to experience. I loved every moment of it. My pussy convulsed, adding rippling bliss to the pulsing delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I howled, pumping my cum over and over into her hungry mouth.

She gulped it down with hunger, her eyes staring up my body with glossy delight. I savored the pleasure slamming through my body from my cock and washing out of my writhing cunt. The two delights were incredible to experience. I rode the bliss as I climbed toward that pinnacle of rapture.

I hit it and floated there. I trembled, my breasts swaying from side to side. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The heat flooded through my body. I whimpered, my breasts rising and falling. A dizzying heat swept through my flesh.

“Oh, yes, yes, that was amazing,” I panted. “Mmm, and I bet you’re ready to get that cherry popped, aren’t you?”

“She is, Mildred,” Alesha moaned. She lifted her head, her lips stained with her daughter’s cunt juices.

The girl sucked on my cock one final time and nodded. A dizzying heat swept through me. Chloe was moaning, enjoying herself while I was ready to take this cutie’s virginity. I loved my new futa-cock. My mind-controlling powers.

Kendall slid her mouth off my cock and then lunged up at me. The Black teenager kissed me hard. She shoveled my own cum into my mouth. The salty flavor blazed across my taste buds. I groaned, reveling in the delight. Our tongues danced, sharing the treat.

I cupped her face, my pussy clenching. My futa-cock was still hard and my balls felt full of another load of cum to fire into her. I kissed her with passion and then turned her. I pushed her down to the floor, eager to mount her and fuck her hard. I would thrust into her depths. She would shudder and cum so hard.

It would be amazing.

My tongue danced with hers. I savored the thrill of kissing her with passion. She squirmed on the ground, my breasts rubbing against hers. My futa-cock nuzzled against her belly. I kissed her with such hunger. Our nipples rubbed together. Sparks flared as I loved her.

She scratched and clawed at me. Her fingernails raked across my back. I loved it. The heat swept through me. I rubbed my nose against hers as our tongues danced together. I shot my hand between us to grab my throbbing girl-dick. I was so ready to be in her. To ram into her and make her explode. She would have such a powerful climax on my futa-cock.

It would be glorious.

She groaned as I slid my futa-dick down her stomach to her shaved pubic mound. She squirmed beneath me. Her hot pussy felt so amazing beneath my dick. My tongue rubbed against hers while my heart pounded faster and faster. Juices soaked my ball sack.

I nuzzled into her virginity. I broke the kiss with the girl, Chloe moaning in the background. I stared into Kendall’s dark eyes and purred, “You ready?”

“Take my cherry, Mildred!” she moaned. “Please, please, I want to lose it! Chloe wants you to have it! You’re so special!”

“I am,” I breathed, reveling in that knowledge.

I pressed against her pussy. I pushed and pushed. She gasped. Her hymen stretched and stretched. Then her cherry popped. She gasped in pain. My futa-cock buried a few inches into her untouched flesh. The Black cutie quivered beneath me as I sank into more of her barely legal pussy.

“Mildred!” she cried out as I pressed deeper and deeper. “Oh, god, you feel so good.”

“Enjoy!” Her mother moaned. She had fallen into a sixty-nine with Danielle, the pair squirming beside us. “Futa-dick is amazing.”

“It is!” Kendall clenched down on my cock. Such wonderful pleasure flooded down my dick. I smiled at that, reveling in the bliss of her pussy being wrapped around me.

I groaned as I bottomed out in her. My balls rested against her hot flesh. Her juices soaked the front of my nutsack while my cream, trickling out of my hot cunt, bathed the back. It felt so incredible. I loved being a dickgirl.

I kissed her again and drew back. Her pussy clenched down around my cock. She held me tight. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine. The silky friction of her pussy spilled around me. This incredible bliss that would have me exploding in rapture.

I pumped away at her.

I fucked her deflowered cunt with my dick.

The Black teen squirmed beneath me, her hands roaming my back. She felt so soft and sensual beneath me. Our breasts rubbed together as our tongues danced. She groaned into the kiss, her pussy gripping me. She squeezed about me, holding me tight.

I thrust into her depths. I pumped away at her, savoring the pleasure of her deflowered twat massaging my futa-cock. Her silky flesh built that exciting pressure at the tip. That aching need to explode. It would erupt from me. I would have such a huge explosion. My jizz would pump into her. I would baste her with so much spunk.

I couldn’t wait for that joy.

I broke the kiss and panted, “Tell me how much you love my futa-cock!”

“It’s the fucking best!” she moaned, her face twisting in pleasure. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so great. Mildred, you’re spreading me open. It’s so much better than taking a cock in my asshole. Ooh, yes, I’m so glad Chloe gave me to you.”

“I have to give that little kitty cat a reward.”

“Yes!” Kendall grinned at me. “She is a kitty cat, isn’t she? Mmm, a sexy and naughty kitty cat.”

“Yes,” I panted, thrusting away. I pumped deep into her deflowered cunt. I reveled in the feel of her wrapped around me. That heat bathing my cock, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

“Oh, god, yes!” The Black teen clenched her twat around me. “I’m going to explode on this big dick.”

I rubbed my nose against hers. “Good!”

I pumped away at her. I slammed my futa-dick to the hilt in her depths, reveling in her pussy’s grip. Her silky flesh squeezed about me on the pullback. I groaned, my twat drinking in the heat. My balls smacked into her flesh, filling with the pressure.

Another load of futa-cum brimmed in my balls. I would unleash such a flood of cum. I would pump her full of so much jizz. It would be incredible. I couldn’t wait for that moment. It would be incredible.

Spurt after spurt of jizz would bathe her. I would baste her twat with so much jizz. My cum would explode into her. The pleasure would fire out of my cock. I groaned, pumping away harder. Faster. I buried my futa-dick into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Kendall. “Oh, my god. That’s it! That’s so fucking good! I’m going to… Oh, god, I’m going to explode!”

“Good,” I cooed. I stared down at her with such hunger. “I want that. Just explode. Let your passion burst out of you.”

“Uh-huh!” she groaned. “Just going to burst out of me. Mmm, that’s just the best. What I need, Mildred! Oh, yes, yes!”

Her pussy clenched around me. That hot and naughty cunt went wild about me as she came. I reveled in her climactic flesh spasming around my futa-dick as I pumped away at her twat. I buried into her again and again. I pumped hard at her as she cried out in rapture.

“Mildred! Cum in me!”

Her pussy sucked at me. My dick throbbed and ached as I plowed into her. I slammed into her cunt, reveling in her silky, barely legal flesh suckling at me. I trembled atop her, ramming away with powerful thrusts.

“Please, please, fire that jizz in me!” the girl moaned.

“Cum in my daughter!” Alesha begged, her voice muffled by Danielle’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, my future step-daughter needs your jizz!” the busty Danielle groaned.

“I do!” gasped Kendall. “Then my mom can lick me clean!”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement and buried to the hilt in her.

I erupted.

My hot cum pumped out of my balls and up the shaft of my cock. I bucked atop the trembling Black girl. My jizz fired out of me and basted her pussy. Spurt after spurt of my spunk erupted from me and flooded into her barely legal cunt. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Sparks flared.

It was incredible. I savored every moment of it. My jizz surged out of me again and again. I gasped out my pleasure. My pussy convulsed, cunt cream flooding out and soaking my nuts as they kept erupting. I basted her cunt with my cum.

“Thank you, P!” I howled as my orgasm hit that wonderful peak. Rapture buzzed through me.

Kendall’s cunt milked out the last of my cum.

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

Chloe Quick

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned as my orgasm built. Mildred was pumping away at Kendall now. She had taken her virginity. “Ooh, Mrs. Tuft! Christabella! Mom!”

The three gave me such pleasure. Mother and daughter fisted my cock as they licked at my tip. They’d cleaned off all of that bitch Sasha’s ass. I wanted to find her and spank her for what she did. She was such a naughty futa.

But I felt too good to be so mad right now.

My mother’s tongue fluttered through my pussy. She licked at me while the ache built and built at the tip of my cock. Mrs. Tuft and her daughter, the older one blonde and the younger a curly-haired brunette, had their faces pressed tight together. Their tongues danced over the tip of my futa-dick. Christabella’s hand played with my balls, massaging them.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped, my mother’s tongue fluttering around in my pussy. “I’m going to cum!”

“Cum on our faces!” moaned Mrs. Tuft. The reverend’s wife stared up at me with such hunger in her gaze. “Just coat us in your spunk so we can lick each other clean.

“Oh, yes!” I squealed and erupted.

My jizz fired out of my girl-dick and splashed across the mother’s and daughter’s similar features. It was so hot to paint their faces. They were a reverend’s wife and daughter. That made this so naughty to coat them in my girl-spunk.

They were almost holy.

My pussy convulsed, too, juices gushing out onto my mother’s licking tongue. She devoured them up, licking and lapping and sending such joy through my body. I trembled, loving every minute of the pleasure surging through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, painting more and more pearly lines of cum on their faces.

The rapture and ecstasy met in my mind. The bliss sparked through me. This wild rapture that sent sparkles through me. I groaned through it. My balls emptied themselves onto their faces. I panted, savoring my mother’s tongue flicking through my pussy folds.

“Mom!” Christabella moaned, her head turning and licking my spunk off her mother’s face.

“Yes, yes!” Mrs. Tuft moaned as she closed her eyes and then her tongue flicked out.

“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” I groaned as I watched them lick each other clean.

My mother rose, her breasts dragging up my back. I shuddered at the feel of her hard nipples on me. She hugged me from behind, her hands holding my belly. She rested her chin on my shoulder while her blonde bush rubbed into my butt cheeks.

“It is,” Mom said, her arms tightening around me. “Mmm, just licking all my daughter’s futa-cum off the other’s face.”

“Mommy and daughter love,” I groaned.

“Mmm, a special kind,” Mom purred, her hands roaming up and down my body. She brushed my breasts and caressed my futa-cock. She grabbed onto me, stroking me as I watched Mrs. Tuft and Christabella lapping my spunk off each other.

“You want to have some daughter love, Mom?” I asked.

Mom nuzzled her lips into my ear. As she ground her wet bush into my rump, she whispered, “What do you think?”

I shivered and my futa-cock throbbed in delight. “That I need to slide back into my mother’s pussy!”

She licked my ear. “What are you waiting on?”

I squirmed in her arms and turned around to face her. My futa-cock slid onto her stomach as I grabbed her big mommy-boobies. I squeezed and played with them, loving how my fingers sank into her pillowy softness.

I was so glad that Mildred chose my mommy first. That she honored our family with her mind-controlling panties. I knew Daddy was having so much fun with my older sister and my aunt. I bet he was making them suck his cock right now.

And I got to play with Mommy’s boobies. I ducked my head down and buried my face between her big, lush titties. I loved women so much since I’d become a futa. There was a reason that I went for Mrs. Solomon first.

She had the biggest titties on the block.

Mom had the second biggest.

I rubbed my face back and forth, reveling in those large breasts. I kissed at her inner slope. I pressed those breasts so tight about my face. Mommy groaned in delight. I could tell how much she enjoyed this.

Then I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I nibbled on it. She gasped, stroking my blonde hair as I sucked on her nub. My futa-cock throbbed against her belly and nuzzled into her navel. I sucked and slurped, savoring her nub in my mouth.

It felt so right.

“Chloe, honey,” groaned Mom. “Oh, you’re making my pussy so wet.”

That was what I wanted to hear.

“Getting me all nice and juicy for that big girl-dick of yours. Mommy loves your cock so much.”

I could squeal in delight.

I did. Right around her big nub.

She shuddered and then stretched out on her back. She lay beneath me as I kept suckling and nursing on her nipple. I swirled my tongue around on it. I danced around it, loving every moment of her cries of passion.

I swept my tongue around her nub. I fluttered up and down. She gasped in delight. Her body shivered. My fingers dug into her hot flesh. I squeezed and kneaded her big boobies as I wiggled my hips back and forth.

Mildred was fucking Kendall, enjoying her virgin pussy. My own cock ached.

“Chloe!” Mom begged.

I ripped my mouth off her nipple to moan, “You want my futa-dick in you, Mommy?”

“Yes!” she groaned. “Oh, god, I do. I want it in me so bad.”

I beamed at her and then slid up her body. I stared down into her blue eyes and moaned, “Then grab it and guide it to your naughty mommy-pussy.”

She grinned at me and did just that.

Her hand reached down between our bodies. She grabbed my futa-cock. She held it in her naughty hand. She stroked up and down my cock. I gasped, my dangling balls swelling with more pressure. She pressed my futa-cock into her silky bush. Against her hot pussy lips.

Right to the entrance of her cunt. To the wonderful hole that had birthed me.

I thrust into my mother. I entered her. I gasped as her hot, silky flesh squeezed about me. She moaned, her incestuous twat gripping me. Pleasures flowed down to my shaft and hit my balls moments before they spanked into her.

They cracked into her body. A shiver ran through me. She groaned out in delight. She clenched her pussy around my cock, her moans echoing through the air. I loved them. Savored them. I pressed my small boobies into her big titties. Her soft mounds welcomed me. I hugged her tight.

I grinned at her.

“What?” she asked.

I rolled over.

She gasped as I pulled her on top of me, her pussy shifting around my dick. Her large breasts rubbed into my titties. I ended up on my back, the carpet fibers rubbing into my skin. I had my sexy mommy on me.

“Now ride me!” I gasped. “Work that pussy up and down my cock, mommy!”

“Yes!” she moaned, squeezing her cunt around my cock.

My naughty and sexy mommy rocked forward. She slid her pussy up my futa-dick. The pleasure flowed down to my balls and then sank into my cunny. I gasped, my toes curling as I loved the pleasure she gave me. The wild stimulation that her hot twat gave my pussy. I groaned and trembled beneath her, my toes curling.

Her big boobies rubbed into my breasts as she rocked back and forth. She worked her pussy up and down my cock, sending such delight coursing through my body. I groaned, loving every minute of it. This wonderful pleasure surged through me.

My toes curled. “Mommy!”

“I know!” she groaned, squeezing her twat around my cock as she slid back down my girth. “I love having my baby girl’s big dick in me!”

“You’re so tight and hot, Mommy!”

“And you’re so cute!” She kissed me.

I gasped and groaned, my heart beating so fast. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring her mommy-pussy around my futa-dick. Her cunt worked up and down it while her lips smooched me. She kissed me with hunger.

I kissed her back.

I hugged her tight. My hands slid down her back to her rump. I felt her plump ass flexing and shifting beneath my grip. It was such a wicked thing to feel. I dug my fingers into her as our tongues danced together.

She squeezed her cunt around me as she slid up my shaft. Then she rocked back down me, engulfing my dick in her amazing pussy. I loved it. My balls grew tighter and tighter with the pressure. It wanted to erupt out of me.

Mommy broke the kiss. “Mmm, ready for me to ride your cock?”

“You weren’t already?”

She winked at me and then rose.

I gasped as her breast pulled away from my little boobies. Her titties heaved as she straightened up. She grinned at me and then her thighs flexed. She lifted her cunt up my futa-dick. My pussy clenched at the pleasure rippling through me.

My mother rode me.

She slammed her cunt back down my cock. Her big boobs heaved together. Her blonde hair danced about her gorgeous face. She thrust her arms into the air, smiling and groaning. She looked like she was having so much fun working her twat up and down my dick.

I know I was.

“Mom!” I gasped, her pussy squeezing about my futa-cock.

“You like that, kitty cat?” she asked as she slammed down my shaft. Her big boobies heaved.

“Yes, I do!” My toes curled. My pussy ached, drinking in the heat while my girly balls grew tighter and tighter. I would unleash so much spunk into her pussy.

She danced her hips from right to left at the pinnacle of my cock, stirring that beautiful pussy around my girl-dick. I groaned at it, the heat rushing through me. I would have such a huge orgasm on her girl-dick. I would cum so hard. It would be amazing! I’d fire spurt after spurt of my spunk into her pussy.

I loved it. I was so glad Mildred mind-controlled us. This was so much fun.

I shot my hands up. I hefted her tits. I loved their weight. How they jiggled in the palms of my hands as she rode me. Her blonde hair danced about her face while her tight and juicy pussy squeezed about me. The pleasure shot through me. I squirmed and moaned, the heat swelling and swelling. I would have such a powerful orgasm.

“Mommy! Mommy!” I moaned.

“I know!” she purred as she slammed down me. “Squeeze my breasts. Oh, yes, yes, just like that, little kitty cat. I’m going to cum so hard on your girl-dick!”

“And milk out all my cum!” I moaned, my toes curling.

“Yes!” she gasped and slammed down my dick.

Her pussy engulfed me. She threw back her head and cried out, her passion echoing through the living room. Her mommy-cunt went wild about my big cock. Her flesh sucked at me, rippling and writhing. Juices gushed out, bathing my balls and spilling over to my own naughty twat.

“Mommy!” I whimpered.

“Yes, yes, cum in me, Chloe!” she gasped. “Flood me. I love it when you and Mildred spill your cum in me!”

“Yes!”

I erupted into my mother’s pussy.

This wonderful pleasure surged through me with each blast of cum I fired into her. The ecstasy slammed into my mind. My twat writhed, juices gushing out to bathe the bottom of my thighs. Waves of rapture washed through my flesh.

Two awesome blisses rippled through me. I bucked and gasped, my cock spurting again and again into my mother’s twat. I pumped her full of my cum. I filled her over and over again with my spunk. This amazing rapture swept through my body. I groaned, my body trembling. My toes curling. I pumped my mother full of my spunk.

I gasped as I erupted the final time. A last burst of bliss that shot through me. I squeezed my mother’s boobies. I clutched tight to them as the taboo pleasure spilled across my mind. I bucked and then gasped, my pleasure dying.

“Mmm, that’s what I needed,” Mommy said.

“Me, too,” I moaned.

A loud growl rumbled from my tummy. I gasped and then flushed in embarrassment. I forgot all about the pizza. There were boxes of yummy Hawaiian pizza at Ms. Lyon’s house. And it was all getting cold.

“Mmm, I suppose we should figure out dinner,” Mom said. “Mildred, I can get some pasta going at my house.”

“Sure,” Mildred panted. “I’m starved and don’t you want to go home. I’m sure your husband needs some food.”

“My sister cannot cook,” agreed Mom.

Joy surged through me. I wanted to show Bryana my new futa-cock.

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Sasha Ford

Fawn impaled her pussy down my dirty cock.

My little sister gasped in delight, her large breasts jiggling before me. She leaned back and moaned out in delight, her head brushing the windshield. Her juicy pussy cleaned off my dick of her asshole. Thanks to my mind-control, she did that willingly.

“Oh, Mistress, my naughty cunt is cleaning your pussy!”

“Yes, it is,” I purred, loving her tight pussy squeezing about my futa-dick. “Just what your cunt was made for.”

“Uh-huh,” my once bratty little sister moaned. Now she was my slave. Soon she’d be Daddy’s slave, too.

Mom drove the minivan down the highway towards Dad’s house. She was naked as Fawn and me, her large breasts jiggling as we drove. Nipples thrust hard from her soft boobs. She bit her lip, squirming, her cheeks flushed.

Poor thing had to drive while my little sister got to enjoy my futa-dick.

I couldn’t wait to get to Dad’s. He would know what to do next. How to get Chloe and her mind-controlled followers off my back. We had to flee our houses. They tried to capture me because I stole one of Mildred’s amazing panties.

I wasn’t giving them up, either.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Fawn moaned, squeezing her tight pussy around my dick. “I love your cock being in me.”

Her round tits jiggled as she squirmed, leaned back enough her shoulder blades were on the dashboard. Then she sat up, her head almost brushing the ceiling. She stared at me with such bright, blue eyes.

She flexed her legs and slid her pussy up my dick. She wiggled back and forth, stirring her pussy around my cock and then impaling down it. Her tight, little sister pussy bathed my dick. My fingers dug into her flexing rump. I groaned as she rose back up me, buffing my shaft clean of her dirty ass.

Cars drove alongside us. Would anyone notice I was fucking my little sister? Would anyone try to stop us? I shuddered, wanting them to. I had my panties. I could do anything. I dug my fingers into my sister’s rump as she slammed back down my cock, soaking me in her delicious juices.

“Mistress!” she moaned, her throaty pleasure echoing through the car. “Mistress! Mistress!”

“Mmm, I know!” I groaned. “You like that, don’t you? You like my futa-dick being in you.”

“So much!” She shuddered. “Your cum is leaking out of my asshole and you’re going to fill my cunt up with all your wonderful jizz.”

“I might even breed you,” I said.

“That would be soooo hot. I’d be the luckiest little sister in the world to be bred by you, Mistress!”

“She would be,” Mom moaned.

“Don’t worry,” I told Mom. “Dad or I will breed you. Breed you both. You’re ours to love and fuck.”

“We’ll be a family again,” Mom said. She smiled. “I’m looking forward to seeing him. Now that I don’t hate him any longer, it’s all coming back. Why I love him. Why I married him. Made you two girls with him.”

“That’s right!” I said, shuddering as my little sister’s pussy worked up and down my cock. “Oh, yes, a family!”

“Family!” Fawn squealed, her pussy squeezing about my cock. “I’m going to cum so hard on my big sister’s huge dick!”

I wanted that. Ached for that. Her juicy pussy brought me closer and closer to that mighty eruption. I would fire so much spunk into her pussy. I would baste her. Erupt in her. This would be incredible. Just spurt after spurt of my cum flooding into her. I would unload my spunk over and over. It would be so amazing. I would savor it so much.

The pleasure built and built in me. The heat swelled to the pinnacle of my dick. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I would have such a huge eruption. Spurt after spurt of my cum would explode out of me.

I dug my fingers into my little sister’s rump. She impaled her cunt down my cock. The pleasure swept through me. I didn’t fight it. I threw back my head and howled out in ecstasy. This amazing rapture burst through me.

Sirens burst behind us my little sister squealed. I pumped blast after blast of my cum into my little sister’s cunt. I basted her. She gasped and came on me. Her cunt went wild. Her fertile flesh milked my erupting dick.

“Oh, dear,” Mom groaned, changing lanes.

“Just… just…” I tossed her the panties. “Give him that!”

“Yes!” squealed Fawn, her breasts rubbing into my collarbone. She hugged me tight, her cunt milking me.

The van slowed to a stop as I hit that pinnacle of bliss. I pumped all that jizz into my little sister’s snatch. The heat boiled through my cunt as it spasmed and writhed. My balls emptied all their spunk into Fawn. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. Stars blazed across my vision. They danced, shining so bright.

Mom rolled down her window as I panted. My little sister moaned, her pussy still wringing me dry. I panted, my orgasm dying to buzzing delight. Footsteps approached the vehicle. The cop came up alongside.

“Turn the vehicle off and thrust your hands out the window!” a male voice shouted.

“He sounds pissed,” giggled my sister, her pussy still rippling around my cock.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned.

“What do I do?” Mom asked, sounding more than a little shaken up.

“Turn it off, now!” the cop shouted. “Then drop the keys out the window.”

“Boy, he does sound pissed,” I said, twisting to stare at him. “Toss the panties at him.”

The cop stood in his light-blue, almost gray, uniform. A burly bear of a man with a shadow of whiskers across his square jaw. He had on a campaign hat, so I guess that made him a State Trooper. He had his hand down low. Was it on the butt of his gun?

The window whirred down and mom flung my panties at the cop.

He flinched back and drew his handgun. My heart clenched as it came up, shiny and black. Then the panties struck him in the face and fell down his body to land on the ground. His gun came up. Mom shrieked. Fawn squeezed tight about me, almost smothering my face with her titties.

“What the fuck?” the cop growled. “Did you just throw wet panties in my… My…”

I smiled.

“Damn…” He bent down and snagged up the flannel boy shorts. He held them up in his hand while this exhilaration surged through me. He sniffed them.

Right there on the side of the highway, with cars streaming by, he sniffed my panties. Just inhaled them like he was some sort of dirty pervert. This wicked thrill ran through me at the sight of this big guy huffing the scent of my cream.

“Hey, cop!” I shouted. “Give those panties back. You’re getting them dirty.”

“Huh?” he grunted. Then he moved forward. “Oh, right, yes, well, uh, you got to get out of the car. You’re all under arrest.”

“Nope,” I said as he handed the panties back to my mom. “Put that gun away, then tell your dispatcher that it’s a false alarm and you let us go.”

“Oh, right, false alarm because…” He stared at my mom’s naked tits than at us. “I mean, this doesn’t look like a false alarm. But if you say so.”

“We’re allowed to go naked,” I told him. “Because I’m a queen.”

“Yep,” my sister agreed. “Queen Mistress Sasha Ford.”

I grinned at her.

“Sorry, your, uh, your majesty.” He holstered his sidearm. “Didn’t realize you were a dignitary and can, um, go naked.”

“Well, I can.”

“Yep,” my little sister said, her pussy squeezing about my girl-dick. “She’s a super awesome queen. My big sister rules.”

I smiled at that.

“Really sorry, again,” the cop said. “Didn’t know there were queens in America.”

“There’s just me.” I loved this. “Further, I decree that you will only ever give warnings to people who are speeding unless they’re really speeding. Like doing thirty over or something. And no pulling people over for dumb stuff like not wearing their seat belts or being naked. Just real things. You know.”

“Uh, yeah, real things,” he said.

“Wonderful. Now, we have to get to my father’s. You have a great day, officer.”

“You, too, your, uh, your majesty.”

“Drive on, mother,” I said in a regal voice.

“Yes, your majesty,” she said in amusement.

“Your panties are so awesome, Mistress!” my little sister squealed, bouncing on me.

With my futa-cock still buried in her sloppy cunt, that bouncing turned into something far naughtier. By the time we were half a mile down the hallway, she was riding me for real, moaning out in delight while my poor mother had to suffer driving with that poor, horny pussy.

By the time Mom was pulling off the freeway near where Dad lived, I had dumped another load of cum into my little sister’s pussy. Her cunt rippled around me, milking my dick clean. I rode the high, knowing I could do anything.

I liked the sound of being a queen, too. Futa-Queen of the World. Or, at least, to the people who smell my panties. It probably would never get too far, but I was eager to have as much fun as possible with this power that I had stolen.

“We’re getting closer,” cooed Fawn. “I haven’t seen Dad in a month.”

“I know,” I said. “Why did he have to move all the way out here?”

“It’s closer to his job,” Mom said. “He used to have to commute longer than this every day.”

“And you threw him out,” I muttered.

Mom flushed. “I was angry. That strumpet got her claws in him.”

I wanted to get my claws on Mrs. Solomon, but Chloe beat me to it. Would we even be able to go home? I left my new drone, all my clothes, and my favorite sex toys and…

I had mind-controlling panties. I could get new stuff. But there were some things. The first baseball glove Dad ever bought me. My softball trophies. My team had taken second at in our conference last year. I’d have to find a way to get all our stuff back.

Dad could figure something out.

My excitement swelled with my sister’s as we came closer and closer to our home. She squirmed on me, working her pussy up and down my girl-dick as she wiggled in excitement. I groaned, wishing she would stop and also not wanting her to ever quit.

Then Mom was turning into his apartment complex. It was a U-shaped, three-story-tall building. The courtyard had a pool. People were moving around. We were going to be seen going naked. No helping that. But we had to get to Dad’s.

I grabbed my panties and said, “Well, let’s go surprise Dad.”

“I hope he’s home,” Mom said.

“I have a key that…” I winced. Left that at home. “Well, I’ll go mind-control the manager to let us in if I have to. But don’t feel embarrassed. You two have sexy bodies.”

At least they wouldn’t feel humiliated. I couldn’t mind-control myself, sadly.

Fawn opened the door and hopped out, futa-cum spilling out of her pussy and dribbling down her thighs. She stretched her back without a care in the world. Mom slipped out on the other side. I took a deep breath, my cock going limp on me.

“Here goes,” I muttered, panties clutched in my hand.

I slipped out of the seat and stepped onto the asphalt. My little sister was already moving ahead. Our Dad had a second-floor apartment, left side. She reached the stairs, racing up them. Mom was right after her, big tits heaving. People hadn’t really noticed us yet. I hurried after them.

From the other side of the courtyard, I heard someone say, “Were they naked?”

My cheeks burned.

I reached the second floor. His door was three down. My sister was already at it, turning the doorknob. She smiled when she opened it. “Dad!” she called as she entered. “Hey, Dad, it’s Fawn.”

Mom went in and then I followed. I closed the door, looking around. Where was Dad? Then I heard it. The groaning coming from the bedroom. A woman gasping and panting. My cheeks warmed as I heard a man grunting.

“I didn’t know he has a girlfriend,” Mom said, sounding stunned. Hurt even.

“Not for long he won’t,” I said, gripping my panties. Then I marched down the hallway towards his door at the end. The woman’s gasps grew louder and louder.

It was time to make my family whole again.

To be continued…

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The futa Christina loses her virginity the right way on her 18th birthday!

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Naughty Birthday

Chapter Three: Christina’s Naughty Birthday Gift

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

July 22nd, 2037 – Christina Franks

Everyone was staring at me.

I felt the cameras on me, my cheeks growing redder and redder. I didn’t like being in the spotlight. I preferred being back at my office in the White House, analyzing situations and reporting them to my mother, the president of the United States. It was what I was good at. Not talking to people. Why did I agree to do this interview?

Leah pressed me to do it. My half-sister, squirming between Lola and Rebecca on the other seat, had arranged this. She was our futa-mom’s press secretary. She dealt with the media. It was her idea for the six of us, the futa-daughters who arranged our mother’s political campaign, to appear on Adelia Tash’s successful afternoon talk show.

The caramel-skinned host was one of those staring at me.

Bethany patted my thigh. She was sitting between myself and Danielle on this couch. The cameras were pointed at me. This was being live-streamed to the world. Everyone was watching me. My heart pounded faster.

“I was reading a book… at first,” I said, not wanting to reveal the intimate and private things I did at our shared eighteenth-birthday party last year. While Rebecca and Lola were swapping their female mothers and losing their virginities, and Danielle was playing her naughty game with Bethany and Leah, I was experiencing something amazing.

“Yes, but what happened while we were having fun?” Danielle asked, sticking her head out past Bethany to stare at me. Danielle’s sandy-blonde hair swayed as she grinned at me. She looked similar to me and yet different. Our futa-mother, Becky, had stamped her look on all of us in some ways. “Come on, spill it.”

“Fine,” I sighed, pushing up my glasses. “Philippa came out and—”

“I don’t remember Philippa even being there,” Bethany interrupted.

“I invited her,” Lola said, her hand clenching her new wife’s hand. “But I didn’t think she’d show up. She’s so quiet, and she’s always practicing ballet.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think she did anything else,” said Rebecca, her flaming hair dancing around her face.

“Oh, she does,” I said, my face burning. My clit-dick throbbed in my panties, growing hard for the first time. My pussy was soaking wet right now. “So she came up to me and we started talking…”

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July 22nd, 2036

I savored the feel of real paper beneath my skin. Real books were getting rarer, but they were just so lovely. They had a weight to them. A substance. All those words meant something when they were printed out on something solid. The scent filled my nose, mixing with the sweet delight coming from the nearby honeysuckles growing up a trellis in Lola and Rebecca’s backyard.

Inside, everyone was cheering and shouting. It sounded like Danielle’s contest was beginning. It was such a vulgar thing. I was sure my mother loved it. She was, by her own words, a futa-slut. She was so glad my half-sisters were turning eighteen. She was eager to cuckold my step-father, my namesake Chris, with futas again since she rarely got to see my futa-mother, Becky.

My step-father didn’t mind. He seemed to find it hot to share his wife with a futa.

My inclinations went in other directions. I didn’t like sharing.

I pushed up my glasses and then turned the page. I was reading a favorite of mine: Jane Austin, Northanger Abby. It would be so wonderful to live in Victorian times. To wear those elegant dresses, all those layer of petticoats. A more genteel time. Not that vulgarity going on in public. I identified greatly with Catherine Morland. She, too, wouldn’t have approved of wild orgies breaking out at a birthday party.

I would have to accustom myself to that sort of behavior. I knew these sort of orgies would happen. Our futa-mother would crave them. Bethany and Danielle would set them up. My other half-sisters would join in the fun.

But not today. I wanted to enjoy my birthday my way.

The sun kissed my face. A gentle breeze caressed my skirt. A sweet perfume filled my nose. I had a good book on my lap.

I turned the next page, my heart beating faster and faster as I read the—

A shadow fell over the pages. I frowned and looked up to find Philippa Sanderson standing over me. She was a slender girl in a proper dress and not tight jeans and a crop top. It was a sundress, light and airy, the skirt swirling about her lithe legs in the gentle breeze. It was yellow and adorned with white humming birds, little absences of color, negative space adorning her gown. Her black hair fell loose about her face, an errant strand fluttering against her cheek. She was petite, like me, graceful.

“You’re all alone, Christina,” she said, her voice melodic. “Not joining the… festivities inside?”

I shrugged.

“But it’s your birthday,” Philippa said. “You shouldn’t be back here.”

“I’m happy being alone,” I said. “I’m not like my mothers or sisters.”

“Oh, should I go?” Philippa asked, shifting. Her hands played together before her as she squirmed. There was an anxious catch to her tone.

“No, no, stay,” I said. There was something… appealing about her. The way she acted. Demure. I closed my book. “Sit.”

She sat down beside me at once, adjusting her skirt. She wore sandals, her toenails painted a soft shade of pink. Her legs were pale, calves toned from ballet. She had a light, sweet scent behind her, not a perfume, but maybe a body spray or her soap.

A tingle started in my pussy, a certain idea crystallizing in my mind. She sat with such alacrity.

“It’s nice here, isn’t it?” I asked her.

She nodded her head. “The breeze feels great.”

“And the honeysuckles smell delicious, don’t they?” I asked.

She glanced at the trellis and inhaled deeply. A smile crossed her pink, glossy lips. She nodded her head, her black hair swaying. “They are. I see why you’re here.”

She scooted just a little closer to me, glancing down at my book. “Oh, Jane Austin, I love her. We read her in English last year, and everyone hated it. All the girls were complaining there were no futas doing any screwing. So were the guys.”

“Philistines,” I said, voice tight. “You had Mrs. Oberon for English.”

Philippa nodded. She scooted just a smidge closer. Her sweet scent was starting to overpower the perfume of the flowers. My heart raced, pumping hot blood through my virgin body. My clit-dick swelled harder in my panties, pressing up against my book.

“You’re not like the other futas,” said Philippa. “You’re not as…”

“Horny?” I asked.

She blushed. “Well, I didn’t want to put it so coarse. Not as… exuberant.”

I smiled at that. “No, no, I don’t feel the need to slide into every pretty, little thing that drops her panties before me.”

Philippa squirmed. “I hope you don’t think…” She swallowed. “I mean…”

“Things need to be done properly, don’t you agree?” I asked her, my dick throbbing against my book. My pussy was heating up, my juices flowing.

“Properly?”

“You know, in the right way. I think that’s important.” I glanced over my shoulder, sighing as the cheering inside grew louder. “I imagine I’ll have to do those sort of things for the campaign.”

“Your mother’s presidential campaign?” asked Philippa. “Are you six really doing it?”

“We are.” I gave her a curious look. “Has Bethany been asking you to be an intern?”

Philippa’s cheeks were a beautiful hue of scarlet. “She promised I could… lose my virginity to your futa-mother.”

“And?” I asked, suddenly breathless for her answer.

“It didn’t feel like the proper way to do things,” she said. She licked her glossy lips. “I want to do things the right way. My first time has to be… special.”

My heart raced in my chest. “And what do you think would make your first time special?”

Her hand brushed mine resting atop my book. Her fingers were hot, like silk. Her stroking touch sent a shiver through me. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. I licked my lips, my heart screaming in my chest.

“I… I think that depends on whom I choose,” she said. “How they… think it should be. It’s the partner, right, that sets the mood for the girl? That’s how things are properly done.”

“Do you want to give me your first time?” I asked, my heart squeezing in my chest.

Philippa nodded, her hands squeezing my mind. “What’s the right way… for me?”

“Us,” I said. I swallowed. This was happening. My fantasies were coming to life. But I had to know she was the right one. “You are a virgin, yes? You have an intact hymen despite ballet?”

“Yes,” she said. “I am lucky. Most girls break theirs, but mine never did.”

“Prove it.”

She blinked her dark eyes.

“Prove that you’re a virgin,” I said, my voice commanding. “Strip.”

“Here?” she gasped, glancing at the wall.

“They’re all busy inside,” I said. “They won’t likely see you. But if you want this done right, if you want to lose our virginity the proper way—my way—then strip. I have to see if you’re the one. I have to know I’m giving myself to the right girl and not making a mistake.”

She swallowed. A shiver ran through her body. Then she stood. Her sundress rustled behind her. She trembled. It was such a beautiful thing to behold. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed scarlet, her little breasts rising and falling beneath her bodice. She reached behind her, fumbling, her forehead furrowed.

A zipper rasped.

I licked my lips as Philippa’s dress grew looser about her. The eighteen-year-old girl had such a blush rosying her cheeks as she slipped her left shoulder and then her right out of the dress, exposing the straps of not just a bra beneath. She wore a cream satin slip.

“That’s so beautiful,” I groaned as her sundress came down, revealing the slip that fell down to her upper thigh. It clung to her body. “How many girls our age wears slips?”

“None,” she said, stroking the cloth over her belly. “It just feels…”

“Right?”

She nodded her head.

My heart exploded in excitement. My pussy was on fire while my futa-dick throbbed in my panties. “Continue,” I moaned. “Keep stripping. Show me you’re a virgin.”

Let her be telling the truth.

She grew even more demure as she drew up her slip, slowly exposing more and more creamy thigh until she revealed those innocent, white, schoolgirl panties, a dark stain centered on her crotch. I groaned, staring at them as she pulled her strip higher. I hardly noticed her smooth belly, entranced by her panties.

Then her bra appeared cupping her small breasts. It was a delicate bra, with a strips of ruffled lace crossing her cups. All pristine white. I groaned as her black hair spilled around her shoulders as she finished removing her slip.

“Gorgeous,” I groaned, loving how beautiful her bra was.

Her cheeks were flaming. “I’m glad… you approve, Christina.”

My tongue wetted my lips. “I do. Now the bra. Show me your breasts. I want to see how perfect they are.”

She nodded her head and reached behind her. My heart clenched as I held my breath, trembling in anticipation. With another shy shrug, she worked her straps off her shoulders. She held her cups to her tits, hiding her breasts as long as she could as she one by one slipped her arms out of the straps.

Then, taking a deep breath, she whipped her bra away and exposed them.

Small, perky breasts topped by puffy nipples. Pink and suckable. Her areolas were swollen with her excitement. I shuddered, my clit-dick throbbing in my panties, begging to be unleashed as she shivered there, her arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself.

Didn’t.

“The panties,” I croaked, almost losing control. I needed to be in charge. “Remove the panties.”

“Yes, Christina,” she said, so submissive, so obedient. Her thumbs hooked her waistband. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Philippa shoved her panties down her thighs. She rolled them off, her body shaking. Her firm, little tits jiggling. She bent over, black hair curtaining her blushing face. I whimpered, catching just a glimpse of her trimmed bush, her pressed tight thighs hiding her. She stepped out of her dainty panties.

Rose.

Juices soaked her bush. Her dark hairs were matted by her excitement. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. It was all I could do not to pounce on her. I ached to press her down and thrust my futa-cock into her cunt.

This had to be done right.

“Turn around,” I said. “Let me see your ass.”

“Yes, Christina,” she moaned and obeyed.

She turned with all the grace of a ballerina, pivoting on the ball of her right foot. Her toned legs flexed. Her ass was tight, shapely, almost like a heart. I licked my lips, just seeing her black bush beneath.

“Spread your legs apart,” I ordered. “Further. Further. Yes, just like that.”

I groaned at her Now I could see her bush, her ass tensed more, her legs flexed. She was limber. I breathed in, smelling a new scent. Spicy. Her pussy. It was intoxicating. The urge to feast on her like a starving beggar at the queen’s banquet table seized me.

I fought it back. I ruled my body.

“Bend over,” I moaned, “and spread your pussy lips apart. Show me that virginity.”

“Yes, Christina,” she squeaked, her voice tremulous.

Philippa bent over, her pussy almost thrusting at me as she shifted. It was right at my eye level, her slit tight even with her legs spread wide. Her hands reached between her thighs. She slid fingers through her black bush. Her fingers pulled her labia open, revealing her inner pinkness, glistening and juicy.

And there, guarding the entrance to her pussy, was that delicate membrane. Her hymen. She was a maiden. My dick throbbed in celebration. I bounced to my feet, hands clenching my Jane Austin novel. I fought my perverse desires.

This would be done right.

“Follow,” I said and marched around her, my skirt swirling about my thighs.

We left the vulgar sounds of my half-sister’s naughty game behind as we crossed the lawn. She followed after me, her feet whisking through the grass. I could feel her excitement quivering through the air, a mix of predatory fear and wanton lust. I led her to the shed, hoping that Mr. Albertson would have what I needed in there.

Mr. Albertson would have it. I was sure of it. He seemed the type of man who took pride in his yard. His house. He would have the tools I was looking for to make this special. I reached the wooden shed and opened it.

“This is simple,” I said. “If you ever feel like I’m going to far, that you’re too scared to continue, say red light and I’ll stop. If you love it, say green light. If you need me to slow down, yellow light. Understand?”

“I… don’t. What are those?”

“Safe words,” I said as I stepped into the shed. It had a musty scent mixed with the sharp tang of oil. It was orderly. Light filtered through holes in the wooden walls and gaps of the planks. My gaze slid around it, searching for just the thing.

A bright coil of orange robe. Not good hemp, but serviceable. I had studied this for years. Ever since I first came across bondage and BDSM. It had captured my imagination. I liked to picture the girls of Jane Austin being slowly stripped and tied up, their nudity revealed before they were loved.

My dick was so hard.

I glanced up and smiled at the rafters. It was perfect.

“What is the rope for?” asked Philippa as I took it down.

“To tie you up,” I said as I uncoiled it. “Now arms before you and wrists together.”

I studied her. She swallowed then thrust her arms forward. A pulse twitched in her swan neck. There was a glassiness to her eyes, her lust consuming her while fear trembled through her body. She rubbed her thighs together.

“No red light?” I asked, bringing the rope to her wrists.

“Green light,” she said. “For you, Christina.”

I shuddered and wrapped the rope about her wrist. I did three full wrappings around her, the cords rubbing against her and her flesh. She shuddered, a little wince crossing her face as the rough fibers abraded her gentle skin. Next I shoved the rope between her wrists, looping it around the three bands squeezing them tighter about her before I threw the rope over the rafter.

I pulled hard.

She gasped as her arms were yanked up into the air, fingers twitching, firm breasts jiggling. She quivered as I pulled tighter, stretching her arms taut. I stared at her armpits, freshly shaved. Her sweet body spray and spicy pussy musk filled the air, driving back the dusty scent of the shed.

“Look at you,” I said, my dick throbbing. “Just so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Christina,” she moaned, her voice a sweet dulcet that made my heart ache.

I shuddered and then anchored the rope to a heavy, metal shelf, tying the knot with expert skill, the rope taut, her arms yanked up in the air. She shifted on her feet, almost on her tiptoes. I loved it. Her legs quivered, her breasts jiggled.

“Yes, you are just gorgeous,” I said, walking around her, reveling in the sight of her. That peachy ass tensed, her supple back trembling. I ran a finger up her spine.

She whimpered.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, Philippa,” I moaned. “Did you think this would happen?”

She shook her head, black hair dancing.

“But you wanted it, didn’t you?” I purred as I came around to stand before her.

She nodded her head. “I wanted you, Christina.”

I shivered, my fingers flying to the front of my blouse. Philippa’s dark eyes latched onto my digits as I worked my top open. Button by button, exposing my chest, the straps of my bra, my small breasts cupped in the sky-blue satin. My nipples were so hard.

I shrugged out of my blouse as she licked her pink lips. Her hips wiggled, her pussy juices trickling down her thighs. The rope creaked as she shifted her stance, watching as I unbuttoned my skirt then unzipped it.

It fell to my feet, my panties bulging with my futa-dick. They matched my bra, the same soft blue. She whimpered, her eyes locked on my cock. It twitched with my heartbeat, begging to be released to love her.

“Please, Christina!” she moaned. “I want to see you naked, too.”

“How many times have you masturbated to that?” I asked, standing there in my underwear.

“Many times!” she moaned. “I hump my pillows all the time thinking about you.”

I shivered, picturing this cutie grinding her pussy on her pillow, her firm tits jiggling. Her nipples were just so pink and puffy. She would look so wild with her black hair swaying about her shoulders. I would love to hear her gasp and moan.

“You will show me tonight,” I said, looking at her hard. “I want to watch this.”

“Of course, Christina,” she said, her voice breathless.

The way she said Christina… It was so submissive. It was full of her need to obey. It wasn’t the way anyone else said it. I could almost hear another word in its place. Mistress. But if she called my Christina, no one would know I was her futa-domme.

My clit-dick throbbed in my panties.

Her eyes were locked at my crotch. She licked her lips. My cock twitched again. A wet sport formed at the top of my satin panties, my precum bleeding through. I shuddered, aching to get out of my panties. Though they were cut to accommodate a futa’s big dick and still look sexy, they were tight with me at a full erection.

“Do you want to see me naked?” I asked.

“How else can you take my virginity, Christina?” she asked.

“Lots of ways,” I said. “I could use my fingers. A dildo. I could grab a stick and shove it up your cunt until you howled out in rapture.” I cupped her face, lifting her gaze to my eyes. “You didn’t answer my question. You’ve had your eyes locked onto my crotch this entire time. You are panting like a filthy slut in heat, your pussy juices trickling down your thighs. You’re on fire. You’re dirty cunt wants my cock in it so badly. You want to see my dick, don’t you? Because you’re a wanton whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she whimpered.

“Yes, what?” I demanded.

“Yes, I’m a wanton whore, Christina,” she moaned, trembling. “For you. I’ve wanted to see your girl-cock so many times. I’ve pictured it while masturbating. Imagined it thrusting from your crotch.”

I sneered, shaking my head. “Why should I show you my cock?”

“It would make me so happy, Christina.”

“I’m supposed to care about what a filthy slut like you wants?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. My breasts rising and falling in my bra.

“You think things should be done right,” Philippa whimpered. “Like a girl losing her virginity. It shouldn’t be done with fingers or a dildo or a stick, but from a cock! Your cock, Christina!”

She was right.

“Convincing,” I said, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I gave her a hungry grin, her eyes falling on my breasts. I whipped off my bra, freeing my small tits.

They weren’t much bigger than hers, maybe an inch plumper. They jiggled before me for a moment, my nipples thrusting pink from atop them. She let out a whimpering moan, the rope creaking as she shifted, her thighs whisking together. She was trying to stimulate her clit. She was so wet. So in need.

“Do you like my tits, too?” I asked, sauntering to her. “Or is it just my girl-cock that you crave?”

“Your tits! Your face! Your eyes! Your hips! Your legs! I love everything about you, Christina!” Her eyes shone with a feverish light.

I slid my arms around her neck, rubbing against her raised limbs. I pressed my body tight against hers, rubbing my bulging dick into her flat, toned stomach while our small breasts came together in firm, teenage delight. She shuddered and whimpered, her body trembling as our nipples rubbed together. Little jolts of delight shot through me.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she moaned. “Oh, you feel so good against me, Christina. So hot. So big. Your nipples are so hard.”

I leaned in and claimed her lips.

My heart thundered as I kissed my bound submissive. She was helpless. I could do anything I wanted to her. She would let me. I could feel it quivering in the air. My tongue thrust into her mouth, dominating her, kissing her with a passion I scarcely knew I possessed.

She whimpered into my mouth. A moan rose in my own. The ropes creaked and groaned as we humped against each other. My clit-dick throbbed in my panties as I ground against her. The satin caressed my cock, sending hot thrills spilling through me. My tongue caressed hers, teasing her. She whimpered, matching my passion.

It was so much fun to enjoy. Our tongues circled each other. Teased each other. I kissed her with a hungry passion. She moaned and whimpered. Her body trembled as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.

Our tongues dueled each other. It was an incredible delight. I groaned into her mouth as my chest rose and fell, my breasts pressing against her firm titties. My arms tightened around her as my excitement grew and grew.

I broke the kiss. “Mmm, you are just such a morsel, wanton slut.”

“Thank you, Christina,” she moaned, her brown eyes glassy. They were almost like mirrors. I could lose myself in them.

I broke away from her, my tits quivering. My dick throbbing. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She moaned in delight. She groaned and whimpered, her eyes staring at them. She wanted it so badly. She wanted to see my girl-dick.

“Show me, please, Christina!” she begged. Her feet twitched towards me, bending her back as her arms swayed above her head. “Oh, yes, please, please!”

I pulled my thumbs from my waistband, aching to tease her more. I whirled around, my panties soaking up the juices flooding me. My eyes danced around the shed, looking for just the thing and…

I spotted it.

A length of green hose about two feet long lacking any metal fittings at either end. I picked it up, feeling the firm, vinyl tubing in my grip.

I spun around and grinned at her. “You need to be disciplined.”

Her eyes fell on the garden hose. I whipped the end into my palm, the sting shooting up my arm. I grinned at her, the cracking sound echoing through the shed. Her eyes shot back up to me, wide with animal panic.

“But… what did I do wrong, Christina?” she asked.

“Do you need to do anything wrong for me to discipline you?” I asked her.

CRACK!

I smacked it into my hand again, drinking in the stinging pain.

She trembled then said. “No, Christina. I… I…” She swallowed. “Green light.”

My smile grew. “This will hurt.”

She nodded her head. “Green light.”

“I’m going to leave welts across your pretty body,” I purred. “Your ass. Your cute rump. Your thighs. Your stomach.” I paused. “Your tits.”

“Green light, Christina,” she said, staring at me, her tone surprisingly calm given the trembles wracking her body. Her fingers twitched as she swayed. “This must be done right, Mistress.”

“Yes, it does,” I said, my smile growing.

I stalked around her, my dick throbbing in my panties. I was going to whip a girl. Spank her. I had dreamed of this so many times. This was all Ann Rice’s fault. If I never read that Claiming of Sleeping Beauty erotica she wrote like fifty years ago, I wouldn’t have discovered the hot joys of this wicked treat.

I stared at Philippa’s toned rump. That beautiful, pale, peachy ass. It was perfect. Just begging to be striped in red. My heart screamed in my chest. I drew in a deep breath, fighting against the impulses in me.

I must be in a control.

A futa-domme isn’t a slave to her desires. That was what set her apart from the submissive. She yoked her passions and channeled them into the perfect moment. To deliver to a submissive—like I would deliver to my Philippa—what they craved.

The hose hissed through the air. Philippa’s rump clenched.

CRACK!

The stinging impact exploded through shed. She cried out in such wordless beauty was the red blazed across her rump. I quivered, watching the skin pucker and rise. That beautiful welt formed, that mark of my passion. Of her submission.

It was beautiful.

I gazed at it, licking my lips, mesmerized by the way she hissed and moaned. She shifted, her teeth clearly clenched as she drank in the heat. Her thighs parted as her feet danced. A fresh trickle of her spicy juices ran down her pale flesh. I inhaled her aroma.

“Green light, Christina,” she moaned, throwing a look over her shoulder. Liquid tears beaded in the corner of her brown eye.

The air hissed.

CRACK!

She jumped, her feet leaving the ground as she screamed in passion. Her black hair danced about her shoulders. The rope protested the movement. She swayed on her tiptoes, her ballerina grace keeping her from falling as another bright welt rose on her rump, crossing the other.

I stroked across her pale skin and crossed the first welt, feeling it rising up from her skin. She sucked in a breath. I pressed my finger into her hot flesh, my girl-dick throbbing as she whimpered at the pain.

“Green light, Christina!” she moaned.

My hand slid lower, following the curve of her rump to slid between her taint. I trembled as I felt the silky brush of her pubic hair. Then I found the wet heat of her virgin pussy. The first twat, beside my own, that I had ever touched. I caressed her slippery folds, sliding into them and finding her hymen.

“Is your pussy hotter now?” I asked.

“Yes, Christina!” she moaned, her voice throaty as I stroked through her folds, my other hand clenching the hose. “I didn’t know it, but pain… Agony feels so much like pleasure. They’re so closer together. They can bleed from one into the other.”

“Wonderful,” I moaned, pulling my fingers from her pussy, coated in her juices. I brought them to my lips and sucked on her spicy cream.

My taste buds exploded. I sucked on them, my arm cocking back. My cheeks hollowing, I whipped the hose at her back. It screamed through the air.

SMACK!

I struck diagonally down her back from her left shoulder blade to near her hip. Her entire body bucked. Her head threw back as she gasped in wondrous pain. That agony sang through the shed as it left such a bright, red streak behind on her pristine skin.

I loved it. My dick drank it in. My futa-cock throbbed in my panties as I cocked my arm again.

CRACK!

“Christina!” she howled as an X blazed across her back. Her body trembled. “Green light!”

CRACK!

I smacked the hose across the back of both her thighs, making her jump. Her moans were so sweet, so beautiful.

CRACK!

I landed it on her shoulders again, crossing both of the last two strikes, raising up puckered flesh.

CRACK!

I painted her rump with an other strip, lengthwise across both butt-cheeks.

The sounds she made was intoxicating. Her screams and gasps echoed through the shack. Her head tossed back and forth. The rope groaned as she whimpered out her passion. My pussy soaked my panties as I sauntered around her.

CRACK!

“Green light, Christina!” she howled, a stripe blazing across her toned stomach. Her body quivered.

CRACK!

A welt rose between her small tits while she shook and moaned. Pussy juices ran down her thighs. Her passion echoed through the shed, singing in my ears.

CRACK!

I smacked across the front of her thighs, my pussy melting my panties. It was so intense. Her skin was so fair, the red almost glowed against it. I was drunk on this moment.

CRACK!

“Christina!” she howled as her breast jiggled, the welt puckering just beneath her nipple. “Oh, god, Christina! The pain! It hurts so much!”

Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. She squirmed and whimpered. Her eyes locked on to mine, bursting with passion. I shoved my free hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot pussy, stroking her burning flesh.

I found her clit, massaging it with my thumb as I kissed her hard on the lips. Her feverish body rubbed against mine. I felt the welts raised on her tits and stomach as she ground against me. Her juices spilled over my hand.

She squealed in delight.

Philippa came.

The ropes screamed over head. The salt of her tears made our kiss sweeter as her juices poured over my fingers. I caressed her folds and rubbed at her hymen. Her spicy musk filled the air as she humped against me, moaning out her passion.

I dropped the hose. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in my panties, begging to be freed. I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes as she quivered through her orgasmic pleasure. Her glossy, brown depths begged me.

“Green light, Christina!” she moaned, voice slurred.

I flowed around her, my futa-dick about to tear out of my panties. My hand, soaked in her juices, shoved into my panties and hauled out my dick, forcing down the waistband. I stroked myself with her cream as I brought myself between her thighs, my eyes locked on her welted rump.

“Yes, yes, Christina!” she moaned. She still hadn’t seen my cock, but she felt the thick tip rubbing through her soaked bush and caressed the hot folds of her cunt. “I need you in me. I’m such a wanton slut! Your slut!”

“My slave!” I moaned.

“Yes!” she howled, sounding almost like she came again.

I felt her hymen against the tip of my cock. That thin membrane between me and the heaven of my first snatch. My pussy clenched as I rammed my hips forward as hard as I could. No mercy. No going easy. I was fucking my slave. My cunt.

Her cherry tore before me. I buried to the hilt in her hot, tight, spasming twat. My crotch smacked into her rump, feeling the blazing stripes of her welts. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down around me. She shuddered against me, stirring her hips around, her pussy feeling amazing around my dick.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “Oh, that’s what I need in me. Oh, Christina, thank you! I’ve wanted this so much!”

“Me, too,” I moaned, my hands sliding around her body. I felt the welts on her stomach. I followed one up to her breast. I squeezed her tits.

Her pussy squeezed down on my dick. She hissed in a breath and then let out a wanton moan of delight. I shuddered, drawing back my hips. My futa-cock slid out of her depths. She was so hot, almost a silken vice about my dick.

No wonder my futa-mother fucked every woman on the planet. This was an amazing treat to experience. An outstanding delight to enjoy. I thrust forward and buried to the hilt in my slave’s cunt, her pussy squeezing around me.

Welcoming me.

“You’re mine for as long as I want you,” I moaned to Philippa.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned, sounding drunk and delirious. “I’m yours, Christina!”

I loved it. My pussy clenched as I thrust into her depths. My own drunken lust surged through me. The shack spun around us as I fucked into her once-pristine pussy. I claimed her virginity. Her love. I claimed her body with my futa-dick.

My crotch smacked into her rump, making those wonderful, delicious sounds of flesh cracking against flesh. My nipples throbbed against her back, brushing her welts as she squirmed and groaned. The rope twisted and creaked above us as she shifted.

Her hips bucked back into me. She undulated her body, dancing for me as I squeezed her titties. I pinched her nipples, loving her as my futa-dick thrust again and again into the silky heaven of her pussy.

“This is my cunt, isn’t it?” I moaned, my crotch thwacking into her welted rump.

“It is, Christina!” she panted. “I love your dick in me. It’s so much better than I imagined.”

“I’m going to cum in you!” I moaned. I nuzzled through her black hair to find her ear. I licked her lobe. The slender girl shuddered in my arms. “I’m going to cum in your pussy, your mouth, your asshole whenever I want.”

“Yes, Christina!” she moaned.

Her pussy spasmed around my dick.

I gasped, thrusting hard into her depths, realizing she was cumming on my futa-cock. I made her orgasm. I gave her that sweet pleasure. I shuddered, thrusting harder and harder into her. I pondered her snatch, stirring up her pleasure.

Every thrust into her brought me closer and closer to my eruption. And now that she was convulsing, her pleasure spilling through her, it only felt better. The ache at the tip of my futa-dick built and built. The pressure in my ovaries needed to escape.

“I keep cumming, Christina!” moaned Philippa. “I can’t believe it. Your dick… Your amazing dick keeps churning me up!”

“Yes!” I groaned, burying into her over and over, that wondrous ache swelling, threatening to consume me.

I slammed to the hilt in her. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cum exploded from my futa-dick. It pumped into her convulsing cunt. Her hot flesh milked me, sucking at my ovaries, begging for more and more of my spunk to explode into her.

My pussy soaked my panties. I trembled, my snatch writhing, aching to be filled. The scent of my tangy passion rose in the air, mixing with hers. I held her tight, pinching her nipples while my passion burst from my lips.

“My naughty, wanton slave!” I gasped.

“Yes, yes, yes, Christina!” she moaned, her pussy wringing my futa-dick dry.

I held her tight, panting against her. The world swam around us as the rope creaked. Her pussy’s writhing slowed around my cock. Little stars still danced before me. My mind was melted to a puddle of rapture by the twin delights that shot through me, the powerful burst from my cock and the gentler waves from my cunt.

I nibbled on her neck. I kissed her. Loved her. She groaned, the rope creaking as she swayed in my embrace. She whimpered, her voice sounding slurred, muffled. She had so many orgasms. I had whipped her.

She must be drifting through subspace, lost to the bliss a submissive received.

I pulled my futa-dick out of her. I smiled at my cum ran down her thighs, that pearly white paler even than her skin. I walked around her, my futa-dick softening before me and drooping over my panties bunched beneath. My shaft dripped with her cream.

“You are so beautiful,” I said, admiring her body.

She sagged, almost hanging by the wrists now. Her breasts rose and fell. Her eyes fluttered. They looked unfocused. Distant. She had experienced so much her first time. I had to take care of her. Love her.

I slid my arm around her waist, holding her against me while my right hand undid the knots of the rope. She went limp, slumping into my arms. I grunted, holding her, staggering for a moment. I smiled, though, as I sank us to the ground.

I held her on my lap, stroking her hair as she trembled through her delight. Her eyes flitted open. A soft smile grew on her lips. She stirred, her eyes coming into focus as she stared up at me. She shifted and let out a soft sigh.

“That was incredible, Christina,” she said, sitting up. Her naked rump pressed on my soft cock.

“Yes, it was,” I said. “You were perfect, Philippa.”

Her smile grew. “I’m glad, Christina. I wanted you to have a perfect birthday.”

“Did you think it would end up this way?”

She shook her head. “But I’m glad it did. That was incredible. I had no idea I’d like that.”

“It was all my fantasies come to life.”

“Good,” she stated. Her arms went around my neck. Her mouth drifted closer and closer to mine. “Happy birthday, Christina. I want to do this again and again. It was perfect.”

“Yes, it was,” I breathed and then kissed her with passion.

I held my new slave on my lap. My naughty birthday gift. It was better than I could have imagined. She was so sweet. So delicious. My slave. I couldn’t wait to tie her up better. To bind her body and leave her trembling with a vibrator shoved into her cunt.

To watch her twitch.

To watch her whimper.

To love my submissive birthday gift with all my heart.

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July 22nd, 2037

My half-sisters all stared at me in shock. I felt Adelia blinking as she looked at me. The studio audience felt breathless, and I could only imagine what the world must think about me after I made that confession to them.

My cheeks burned as I said, “I like… BDSM. A lot.”

“Holy shit,” Danielle gasped, staring at me past Bethany.

“You’re a futa-domme,” gasped Leah. Her strawberry-blonde hair spilled about her flushed face.

“That’s kinky,” giggled Lola. She glanced at her wife.

Jen nodded.

“Well, that is quite the eighteenth birthday,” Adelia said, “and beats my story on how I lost my virginity.” She cleared her throat. “So let’s get back to talking about running your mother’s campaign. Now I understand that Bethany, you were in charge of procuring the virgins to keep your mother focused…”

As my other sisters talked about the campaign, my thoughts drifted to Philippa. I wondered how she was doing being bound in our hotel room. My half-sisters had no idea that I brought Philippa with us to New York City. I guess they might start to notice her being around now.

I smiled. That vibrator I left in her cunt must be driving her wild. Philippa would be begging for me to give her release when I got back. Maybe I would give my slave what she wanted, or maybe I would drive her even more wild with that butt plug I’d purchased.

Leah was right, I was a futa-domme and loved it. I was glad I told the world about my kinky birthday party. I shouldn’t have hidden it. I shouldn’t have thought it was weird. I was a futa. We were all naughty, horny things in our own unique ways.

The END of This Story of the Daughters of World’s First Futa

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Kurtis wants to seduce his next sister, but will Iliasa submit, or will he have to dominate the sexy beauty?

The Son of Lust

Chapter c

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea

I just came in my sister, Lasla’s pussy, and the possibilities before me were exciting.

Both Lasla and my twin sister, Pyrriah, wanted me to breed them and the other women of our family. In that moment as I came down from the high of my orgasm, I pictured all the women of my family.

At the head was Azuliana, mine and Pyrriah’s mother. A dragon, a member of the hermaphroditic race who’d been bred by the God Las one magical night. Blue hair, deep-sapphire eyes, and large tits that bounced before her. She was the only other person on the island that had a cock, but only when she wanted it. Hers wasn’t permanent, like mine.

She was married to Sianili, a gorgeous and slender sylph. Air and light, playful and loving. She floated through the world sometimes, her body petite. Her breasts small. She was Lasla’s mother, bred the same night by Las as Pyrriah and me. The three of us were born so close together we might as well be twins.

Then there were our two sylph sisters. Azuliana and Sianili’s two daughters they had together. Sylphs were hermaphrodites technically. They were the only one of the five races, or so I’d been taught, that didn’t have cocks ever. Dragons controlled when they had theirs, elves only had theirs for three days in a month while gnomes were the opposite, losing their cocks three days in a month, and naiad always had theirs. A sylph needed another hermaphrodite to breed her.

Could I breed one of my sylph sisters? Or my step-mother? I was the son of a dragon and a god. A demigod of lust.

Frelia danced in my mind next. My oldest sister. She had violet hair and yellow eyes, a striking combination. Her round breasts always heaved. She was a dominating one, always giving orders to us younger siblings.

Iliasa was a few years older than us, the middle daughter. She had short, white hair and an elfin face. Cute and gentle but with the large breasts she’d inherited from our dragon mother. She had my dick throbbing.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Lasla.

“He has naughty ideas in his mind,” Pyrriah said. Her red hair spilling over her cheeks seemed like fire in the small grove. Moonlight filtered down through the palm trees.

“Yes, I do,” I said.

I could be like Thrak, giving the woman of my family orders. A strong and dominating man. One who took charge. Like he had of Faoril, the black warlock. He’d tamed her magic and turned her from evil to good so she could help the noble Sir Angela in her quest to stop the feared dragon, Dominari.

According to my mother, Dominari was her cousin. Azuliana might be the last dragon left in the world. It was why we lived on this small island in the middle of the sea. Remote. No one would find us here. I heard stories of the world beyond, of all the delights. Of other men, like Thrak, who tamed women.

“I’m going to breed our entire family,” I declared, rising from Lasla. “Our sisters. Even our mothers.”

“Yes!” Lasla moaned, her voice brimming with passion. “Our father would be so proud of you.”

“Mmm, I like it when you’re bold,” moaned Pyrriah. “It makes me feel so wet when you’re so dashing and heroic.” Her hair almost glowed again like it had when she came. “Take me. Make sure you’ve bred me!”

“Lick out the cum from Lasla’s pussy while I do it,” I ordered.

She obeyed. Oh, yes, I would take charge of the family.

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Lasla

I felt amazing the next morning. I stretched from my grass mat in the small hut I shared with Pyrriah. Our dominating brother had slept in her with us. He wasn’t supposed to do that. Our mothers had built him his own hut.

They didn’t want him fucking us. But he had. He finally had. My blood sang with it. I just knew our divine father, Las, was happy with us. He was a man with boundless seed. His son had to be the same, just fertilizing every woman he could. I hoped I was pregnant with his babies.

I blinked when I saw him sitting up. He had a big smile on his face. I shivered and asked, “What, Kurtis?”

“I want you and Pyrriah to lure…”

I shuddered as I listened to his commands. Pyrriah, sitting up beside me, moaned in delight. I was so eager to obey. This would be just so wonderful. My excitement rippled through me. I couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.

I had to wait for the right time. First, we had to help the family with breakfast. No one commented on Kurtis emerging from our hut. I don’t know if they realized it, though Mother Azuliana seemed to be looking at us with narrow eyes.

It was a communal affair making breakfast. The fish Mother Azuliana had caught had to be cleaned and grilled. The family worked fast, Frelia giving out orders like she was in charge more than our mothers. My sylph mother just had a soft smile on her lips. She sat close to Mother Azuliana as we ate, their shoulders rubbing, their intimacy obvious.

Pyrriah and I sat beside our bother on the mats of woven grass. The smoke from the open heart rose in the air. We had a closed hearth for when storms came, but most days were too lovely to use it. We wore just simple clothing, grass skirts and bands about our breasts, a loincloth for Kurtis. He sat proud, like a king. He had changed.

It was so sexy. This must be what the mighty Thrak was like. The great orc barbarian who had left his people to help Sir Angela in her noble quest. He had braved so many dangers at her side. They said he sailed to the other side of the world with his wife at his side on a pirate ship.

Some say he conquered the lands on the other side of the world and ruled there still as a king with Faoril at his side and concubines delivered to him every day to satiate his orcish lusts. I quivered, aching to have that with my brother.

But we only had our family.

The morning passed so slow. There was always work to do. We had food to gather and we had to repair our structures. A storm had come in a week ago, and there was so much weaving to do. Afternoon came when, finally, we could employ our plan.

“Iliasa, I need to relax,” I groaned, sitting down beside my older sister.

Her large boobs swayed in her top as she smiled at me, her hands weaving grass into a mat. “You do look sweaty.”

“I know,” I said. “Why don’t we go bathe. In the grotto. I love it there.”

“The grotto?” Iliasa scrunched up her face. Her white hair ruffled in the breeze. She wore it short, a bob that didn’t quite reach her shoulders. “That’s so far.”

“But soooo refreshing.” I nudged her with my shoulder. “Don’t you want to go there and just soak for a while?”

“Soak?” Pyrriah asked. She just happened to overhear us. “Where at?”

“The grotto,” I said.

“Excellent!” she said, grabbing Iliasa’s wrists and pulling our sister to her feet. “Let’s go. I could use a soak.”

“I guess it’s fine,” said Iliasa.

“It’ll be great,” I said, hooking my arm through hers.

“Yep,” Pyrriah said, her red hair swaying. Her color was so striking. Kurtis and I both ended up with black hair, and while Frelia had violet hair, that wasn’t too far from Mother Azuliana’s sapphire hair. The red stood out.

And why did Pyrriah’s glow? Mine didn’t glow.

The three of us headed down the trail towards the grotto. It lay on the north side of the island, a small cut into the cliffside with a pool in it. The waters were always refreshing and crystal clear as they bubbled up out of the ground. A mineral spring that just took all the ache out of your muscles.

We chatted as we walked, not about much of anything. It took a half-hour or so to reach it, following the trail our family had made over the years. We had thoroughly explored the island. As children, Kurtis, Pyrriah, and I would mount expeditions to try and find new things.

We never did, but it was fun.

At the grotto, the three of us stripped naked. Iliasa didn’t notice the coil of rope lying nearby as the three of us got into the pool and sank down into the refreshing water. I groaned as it spilled over me. My skin tingled. I sat my butt on the smooth water, my round breasts bobbing on the surface. Iliasa’s big boobs really floated as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Pyrriah, sitting beside me, glanced down the trail and smiled. Our brother made his move.

Kurtis strode up naked, his body tanned by the sun. He was strong, his muscles rippling. Not a soft bit about him. He was all so hard, so different from us women. He was naked, his cock thrusting hard before him, his balls swaying. I licked my lips, remembering sucking on them yesterday when he took our virginities.

“Three beauties bathing in a pool,” he said, “how lovely.”

Iliasa’s eyes snapped open. She gasped and whirled around, standing up. Her big tits heaved. She covered her breasts with her arms, cradling them while squeezing her thighs tight. Her pale cheeks—none of the sylphs ever tanned—darkened with a blush.

“K-Kurtis!” she gasped. “You’re not supposed t-to spy on us when we’re bathing. Mother Azuliana will be very, very upset with you.”

“Do I look like I’m spying?” he demanded, marching up.

His cock bobbed. He was so thick. My pussy clenched, remembering him being in me. I let out a throaty moan as Iliasa trembled. She shuffled back a step as he approached. Her cheeks were even brighter now.

“Why are you here?” Iliasa demanded, her voice strained. “And naked.”

“You know why I’m here,” he said. His smile grew. “I know that you like to look at me, Iliasa. I feel your eyes on me.”

“I don’t look at you,” she gasped.

“Liar.” He grabbed his cock. “You’re looking at me right now. You’re staring at what you want. What your body craves. There are only two cocks on this island, and here’s one right here.”

“Y-you’re my brother,” she said.

“And?”

I leaned over and whispered to Pyrriah, “This is about to get so hot.”

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Kurtis

Iliasa’s blue eyes were on my cock. I could feel them staring at me. She shuddered, her arms struggling to cover up the bounty of her large breasts. Her nipple peeked through between them, hard and erect. Water ran down her thighs, but was that only from the pool?

“Don’t be afraid,” I said. “I can give you what you want. What you crave.”

Iliasa swallowed. Then she gave a frightened squeak and darted for the edge of the pool to run past me. I bent down and picked up the coil of rope. She burst past me and out of the grotto. I whirled around and grabbed her.

She gasped as I seized her by the arm and spun her about. Her tits came into view. They bounced and heaved, smacking together. Her flesh rippled as she stared at me with shock. Her blue eyes brimmed with emotion.

I could feel her desire. Her lust. I just had to get through to her that this was okay. I had to teach her body that she loved this. My dick ached as I grabbed both of her wrists and pressed them together. She squirmed, but I was stronger than her.

“K-Kurtis,” she stammered.

I pinned her against a palm tree and moved quickly. She gasped, her large breasts pressing against my chest while my cock rubbed into her stomach. Her thrashing felt amazing against me. I loved it, my cock twitching and throbbing with her every movement. I groaned, savoring that wonderful sensation.

I threw the rope around the trunk and pulled it tight. In moments, I had her secured to the tree, arms thrust over her head. She gasped, her eyes wide. I stepped back and admired her beauty all bound up. The way her large breasts heaved. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She had no hair on her pussy, her lips bare and exposed.

Gleaming.

“Kurtis!” she gasped. “This isn’t funny.”

“No, it’s not,” I said, grabbing my cock. “I know you want this. You’ve been lusting for this for months, haven’t you? Years.”

“N-no,” she gasped, her cheeks blushing so bright.

“Liar.” I cupped her chin and lifted her blue eyes to gaze into mine. “You have those same desires burning through your veins as Lasla and Pyrriah.”

“I don’t,” she complained. “I’m not a daughter of Las. I’m normal. I don’t want this, Kurtis.”

I stroked her cheek, her skin so silky. She was so flushed. I stared into her eyes, her pupils so wide they almost swallowed all the blue now. I pushed my cock into her stomach and my chest into her tits. Her hard nipples rubbed into my body.

I leaned in to her ear, nuzzling aside her white locks, and whispered, “Then why are your nipples hard, Iliasa?”

“I… That’s is… It just happens. They get hard. It doesn’t mean anything, Kurtis. Please, please, I’m your sister.”

“I know.” My hand released her chin to slide my fingers down to her throat. I felt the flutter of her pulse. “You’re my sexy sister who needs her passions released. You need what I gave Pyrriah and Lasla. You need my cock in you.”

“I don’t!” she gasped.

My other hand slid my cock down her stomach. The tip rubbed down her skin. I shuddered as her skin grew silkier and warmer the closer I came to her crotch. I crossed her pubic mound and then I was nuzzling at the lips of her pussy folds.

“Why are you so wet if you don’t want my cock in you?” I asked. I licked her ear. “Huh, Iliasa?”

“Well… That is…” She quivered. “I was just in the water. That’s why I was wet. That’s just from the pool.”

“Really?” I pushed the tip of my cock into her folds, parting them just enough to rub on her hymen. Only I didn’t find a hymen. I shuddered at that. She was so tight, virginal tight, but she had no membrane.

Was that because she was a sylph?

“Are those hot juices soaking around the tip of my cock from the cool pond?” I asked in her ear, savoring her pussy squeezing around just the tip. I wanted to ram into her. But she had to beg.

She shook her head.

“Are you sure?” I asked, sliding my cock another inch into her virgin depths. Her silky flesh squeezed about me.

“Y-yes!” she moaned.

“Then why are you so warm and juicy inside?” I asked.

“I… That’s…” She shook her head.

“So you don’t want my cock to fuck you?” I asked, pressing another wonderful inch into my sister’s pussy. Her silky flesh squeezed about my dick. She felt so incredible. I wanted to just slam to the hilt in her.

But Thrak had discipline. So would I.

Lust unrestrained was just chaos. Just thrusting my cock in anything was what a beast did. I had purpose here. I had intention. I need Iliasa to admit what I knew she felt. Her pussy clenched around my cock, almost sucking at it.

“Huh, Iliasa?” I asked.

She quivered, squirming, her breasts rubbing against me. Her face contorted in bliss. Her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered and moaned. I loved her fight. Her struggle. She thought this was wrong, but I would show her how right incest was.

“If you don’t say anything, I’m just going to fuck you hard,” I whispered.

She gasped, her twat squeezing around my dick. “N-no, I don’t want you to fuck me!”

“Are you sure?” I asked. My hands stroked up her sides to her large breasts. “Don’t you want me to fuck you? To breed you?”

The heat of her pussy flared. A warm breeze swirled around us, her white hair dancing. Her blue eyes quivered. She let out this moaning whimper. The struggle in her expression was incredible. Her body squirmed against the palm tree, the ropes binding her wrists above her head rasping.

“No!” she shouted. It felt torn from her. She panted. Ragged.

“You’re sure?” I asked, my hands kneading her tits. “You don’t want me to fuck you and breed you?”

Splashing echoed behind me, my other two sisters watching and having their fun. Iliasa cocked her head, staring past me for a moment.

“Ignore them,” I said. “Pretend it’s just me and you.” My fingers dug into her tits. Her pussy squeezed about my cock over and over again. Her hot juices ran down my shaft, leaking from her passion. “Tell me the truth.”

“I… I don’t… I don’t want you to fuck me. To breed me! You’re my brother, Kurtis.”

“That’s your final answer?” I asked, savoring being in her.

She whimpered and nodded.

“Okay,” I said and pulled out of her slowly.

I savored every inch of my cock pulling out of her pussy. It was so hard to do this. I didn’t want to leave my sister’s cunt. I wanted to stay in her. I wanted to fuck her so hard until she exploded on my cock. I wanted her howling out in pleasure as she quivered on my big dick.

But I would respect her wishes. I would control my lust because I wanted more than just to take her. I wanted her to beg for it. I wanted her to be utterly mine. I shuddered as I pulled out that last inch from her pussy.

She gasped as she was suddenly empty.

I stepped back, my cock bobbing out before me. The tip and a few inches of shaft gleamed with her pussy cream. She trembled there, her body squirming. She shoved her thighs tight together. Her face contorted.

“T-that’s it?” she asked.

“That’s it,” I said. “If you don’t want to fuck me, why Pyrriah and Lasla are more than happy to take my cock.”

“More than happy!” Lasla moaned.

“We love his dick pumping in and out of us,” Pyrriah added. “His cock was meant for us. To breed us.”

“You’re not going to just fuck me?” Iliasa whimpered.

I smiled. “What are you saying? That you want me to just slam my cock into you?”

“N-no.” she swallowed. “But I’m helpless. I couldn’t stop you. I’m tied out. bound. I’m at your mercy.”

My dick throbbed.

“If you wanted to, you could just fuck me hard. You could pump all your seed in me and breed me no matter what I wanted.” Feverish lust spilled across her face. She wiggled, the rope groaning over her head.

My dick twitched hard at what she said. My smile grew.

“If you want me to fuck you, just say it,” I said.

“You’re my brother!” She trembled, her big boobs heaving. “I d-don’t want you to fuck me. But I can’t stop you from sliding that big, thick cock into my virgin pussy and making me climax on your dick. I can’t stop you from pumping all your incestuous seed in me and breeding me. You’re stronger than me. You could tie me up whenever you want. I couldn’t stop you. You could fuck me whenever you decide to force me.”

Her thighs gleamed. Rivulets of pussy cream dribbled down from her pussy. Her entire body quivered, the palm tree quaking behind her. A breeze flowed around her, whipping at her hair, rustling the fronds over her head.

“Please, please, I’m so helpless to stop you from doing whatever you want to me, Kurtis!”

My sister’s begging had me so turned on. This was even more exciting than getting her to admit she wanted me. This game, this desire to be bound and forced to cum, was intoxicating. The desperate need in her face to be fucked hard, that naughty gleam in her blue eyes, had me taking those steps back to her.

“No, no, I’m you’re going to take advantage of me after all!” she gasped, her big tits swaying. They smacked together. “You’re such a lecherous brother.”

“Mmm, I am,” I said.

“Your father’s blood pumps through you! You want to fuck me even though I’m your sister.”

“That makes it all the hotter.” I grabbed her right leg and lifted it up, exposing her pussy to me fully. That hairless twat dripped in her passion. Her cinnamon musk filled the air around us. She smelled so different from my other two sisters.

I breathed it in.

“I’m going to force you whenever I want,” I said.

“You cad!” She quivered. “Despoiling your innocent sister! Making her cum on that big dick and then breeding her! You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Yes!” I growled and pressed my cock into her pussy. “I should be. But I’m not, Iliasa. You’re mine now.”

“I can’t say no! You’re so much stronger than me. I can’t stop you from making me into your toy.”

“That’s right.” I kissed my older sister on the mouth and rammed my dick into her pussy’s depths.

She groaned into the kiss. Her tongue met mine while her pussy clenched around me. I groaned at taking another one of my sister’s virginities. I filled her up, stretching out her tight hole. She squeezed around me, trembling.

Her big breasts rubbed into my chest. The rope rasped together overhead. Her right leg hooked around my waist, pulling me into her pussy. She squeezed around me, kissing me back with such hunger.

I broke the kiss. “I’m going to breed you.”

“Insatiable monster!” she moaned. “Taking advantage of me! You’re horrible.”

“So horrible,” I groaned as I pulled back.

“Yes!”

Her pussy squeezed around me as I drew back like she didn’t want me to leave her depths. Her leg flexed, pulling me back into her. I slammed to the hilt in her taboo pussy. I savored her hot flesh engulfing me again.

Behind me, my two sisters moaned. They were enjoying the show. I loved their eyes on me as I fucked our older sister. I slammed into the sylph’s pussy again and again, reveling in the incestuous grip of her juicy cunt.

I stared into her blue eyes, loving the pleasure that spilled through their depths. She groaned and moaned, loving what I did to her. She whimpered, the air spilling faster around us. It caressed my hot flesh as I buried to the hilt in her again and again.

“Such a wicked brother!” she moaned and then wrapped her other leg around me.

She held me tight. Both her legs gripped me. I drove into her pussy with hard strokes I slammed to the hilt in her. I buried hard and fast. I stared into her eyes as my dick plundered into her cunt again and again.

Her pussy gripped me. That wonderful and silky sheath squeezed about me. I groaned, plunging into her over and over again. I buried hard, my balls smacking into her flesh, heavy with the cum that I would dump into her pussy.

“Such a bad brother!” she moaned. “Forcing me to enjoy this cock.”

“Mmm, you’re going to cum on my big dick, aren’t you, slut?”

“Yes!” she gasped, her thighs squeezing about my waist while her pussy clenched about my dick burying into her pussy. “You’re forcing me to feel so much forbidden pleasure. You’re going to make me explode. Such a cad. I can’t believe this. Oh, yes, yes, I can’t believe this at all! Fuck me harder! Ram that cock into my slutty cunt!”

I did.

I buried hard into my older sister’s cunt. I slammed to the hilt in her, savoring her moans, her pussy squeezing about my dick. I loved her passion. She could be as loud as she wanted. We were on the far side of the island. No one should be around to hear the slut.

I reveled in her pussy. I slammed deep and hard into her again and again. She built that pressure in my balls. That explosive ache that would have me spurting my seed into her fertile depths. I couldn’t wait.

I kissed her again, claiming her mouth. She returned it with wild passion. I pounded her as she moaned into my kiss. Her nipples rubbed hard into my chest, her breasts so soft. I groaned, savoring every hard thrust into her pussy.

She kissed me with such passion. Her tongue thrust into my mouth now. She groaned, her cunt squeezing so hot around my dick. The silky friction increased around my shaft. She moaned and shuddered.

I broke the kiss and snarled, “Are you about to cum on my cock, slut?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “You’re making me feel so good. I can’t help it! I know it’s wrong, but… but… Yes!”

Her pussy went wild about my dick. I groaned at the feel of her cunt writhing and spasming around my dick. The rippling bliss felt incredible. I groaned as I buried into my older sister’s hungry pussy.

“Breed me!” she howled. “I’m at your mercy! So helpless! I can’t stop you! Pump all that jizz in me, Kurtis!”

“Master!” I growled, pumping into her cunt. “I own your pussy now. I own you!”

“Yes, yes, Master!” she howled, her pussy convulsing so loudly. Just like the deadly rakshasa pirate that Thrak had tamed. He had made her into his slave.

And now my sister was mine.

Her pussy spasmed with such wild ferocity about my dick. I groaned as I slammed to the hilt in her writhing cunt and claimed her utterly as mine. I erupted my seed into her. I pumped my taboo spunk into Iliasa’s convulsing snatch.

She bucked against me. Her thighs squeezed tight about me as the pleasure slammed through my body. She moaned, her big boobs rubbing into my chest. The ropes groaned above. The palm tree quivered and quaked while her pussy sucked at my cock.

“My brother is forcing me to be his slave!” she howled. “Forcing me to be his breeding whore!”

“Yes!” I growled, spurting blast after blast of my cum into her.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. I groaned at the bliss blazing across my thoughts. The rapture sizzled there as her pussy milked out the last of my cum. She emptied that load of cum. But she would be taking more.

So many more.

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Lasla

“Oh, my god,” I hissed as I knelt on the pool beside Pyrriah. “She wants him.”

“I know,” Pyrriah moaned. She quivered beside me, her hip rubbing into mine. “She’s begging him to force her. It’s so hot. Our brother is such a heroic man. Ooh, he’s going to have such adventures. I can just feel it.”

I glanced at her and saw her hair was glowing again. Not from cumming, but just from witnessing Kurtis dominating Iliasa. Already, he was heading back to her to fuck her hard. My pussy blazed over with rapture.

“I need to cum,” I moaned and kissed Pyrriah.

I pressed her down, squirming on her. This was so hot. This was so exciting. Our brother pounded Iliasa. Her moans echoed around the island as my tongue danced with my sister’s. We were practically twins, our bodies nearly identical save our hair.

And the flavor of our pussies.

I spun around. I had to eat her. I had to feast on my sister. As she squirmed beneath me, lying on the very edge of the grotto pool, I straddled her face. I pressed my trimmed bush down on her face while I nuzzled my lips into her fiery bush. Her tangy musk filled my nose. That wonderful aroma had me shuddering in delight.

I licked her. She licked at me. In the background, our brother fucked our older sister hard, making her his slut. She begged to be bred as my tongue fluttered up and down Pyrriah’s pussy. I shuddered, loving this so much.

Kurtis was such a stud!

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Kurtis

“I’m going to keep fucking you until—”

“What in Illth’s diseased cock are you doing to Iliasa, Kurtis!” roared a voice that sounded so much like my dragon mother’s.

I pulled out of Iliasa and spurn around to find Frelia marching straight at us. Her round breasts bounced in her wrap of woven leaves while her grass skirt rustled around her waist. She planted her hands on her hips in a great imitation of our dragon mother. Frelia’s violet hair swayed in the breeze rustling through the trees around us.

“Kurtis, what have you done?” she demanded. “You tied up our sister and fucked her? What is wrong with you.”

“He forced me,” moaned Iliasa, a dreamy smile on her lips. “I had no choice but to let him fuck me and breed me.”

“You little pervert,” hissed Frelia. She marched up to me, fury on her face. “I know that Las is your father, but that’s no reason to be a horny degenerate raping your sisters.”

“So hard,” moaned Iliasa. “I had no choice but to cum on his cock.”

My smile grew. “Jealous.”

Frelia flinched. “What?”

“Are you jealous that I fucked Iliasa and not you?”

Fury flashed across her face. Her yellow eyes, the same hue as Mother Sianili’s, blazed with outrage. “You think I wanted to fuck you?”

“Well, you are my eldest sister,” I said. “I’ve fucked all our other ones.”

“Fucked us so hard,” moaned Lasla. She was lying atop Pyrriah. The pair were licking each other’s pussies.

Frelia’s jaw dropped as she realized Lasla and Pyrriah were locked in their sapphic, incestuous embrace. They both moaned, squirming on the edge of the grotto pool as they devoured each other’s twats.

“It was the best,” moaned Pyrriah. “Mmm, better than eating your pussy, Lasla. Though that’s good.”

“Eating pussy is the best,” groaned Lasla. “Especially full of our brother’s cum.”

I grinned at Frelia. “So, you must be jealous.”

“Of course I’m not jealous that you… that you… That you fucked our sisters!” Air gusted around my eldest. Her violet locks whipped about her face. Her skirt rustled.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I glanced over at Iliasa’s bound form. Cum ran out of her hairless twat, spilling pearly white down her pale skin. “I mean, I pumped a lot of jizz into our sister’s pussy. I bet you’re thinking, ‘I’m the eldest. Kurtis should have fucked me first. It’s only fair.’”

“That’s not how family works! We’re your sister’s. We have the same mother. The same blood flows through our veins. You can’t fuck us.”

“Or breed us,” Iliasa moaned. “Mmm, that was so naughty of you to force me to take your seed in my fertile pussy.”

Frelia rounded on Iliasa. “What is wrong with you? Are you drunk? Have you been making wine from flowers again?”

“I’m just tied up here helpless. Our brother could fuck me at any moment, and I can’t stop him.”

“What did you do to her?” Frelia hissed and turned back to me. “Did you cast a spell on her.”

“I just fucked her,” I said. I shoved my hand threw her grass skirt and cupped her hairless pussy. I felt her hot flesh, her lips juicy.

SLAP!

Her hand struck my cheek. Her eyes blazed with anger. I grinned as the pain stung over my face. This excitement throbbed through me. It twitched from my dick and rushed through my veins. I rubbed at her hot cunt, feeling the truth of her body.

I thrust a finger up into her virgin depths. Her hot flesh engulfed me. She squeezed down on me as she gasped. Her cunt almost sucked at my digits, making my dick ache. She closed her eyes for a moment. Then they flashed open.

Her hand flew at my face again.

I caught it in my left hand and said, “You need to understand what I can do for you, too, Frelia.”

“I won’t be like Iliasa and beg for you to fuck me!” she hissed.

“I don’t beg,” gasped Iliasa. “I’m tied up. He can do whatever he wants to me.”

“You’re so transparent,” snarled our eldest sister, her pussy clenching around my finger.

“And you’re not?” I ripped my finger out of her pussy and yanked it up to hold it gleaming before her. “That’s how transparent you are.” I pressed it against her lips, smearing her own pussy cream across them. The scent of lilac filled my nose.

An invigorating scent.

“What is wrong with you!” she hissed, stepping back. But I held her wrist firm in my hand. I wouldn’t let her go. She swung in with her left hand now.

I leaned back, letting her hand fly helplessly in the air before me.

“I’m showing you that you’re a jealous hypocrite. You want your pussy to be dripping with cum, don’t you?”

“Never!” A gust of wind swept over me, rustling my hair and caressing my body. My dick tingled at it.

“You wish that was your cunt dripping in cum, don’t you?” I said, my dick throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yes, you do!” Lasla moaned, clearly bucking in orgasmic delight.

“Oh, you so do!” whimpered Pyrriah. “I know I do.”

“Show her, Kurtis! Show her she’s a big hypocrite!” howled Lasla, her body trembling atop my twin.

“You want to see what you really are?” I asked and then jerked Frelia over towards our bound sister.

Frelia gasped, her round boobs heaving in her band. Her grass skirt rustled as I dragged her across the sandy path towards Iliasa. Her large breasts heaved. She whimpered, arms trembling in the rope binding her up.

It was a long rope with plenty of slack.

Frelia hissed and thrashed. I grabbed a fistful of her violet hair with my right hand and pulled harder. She gasped and snarled like a wild cat. Her left hand smacked into my side. She struck me over and over again.

“You’re going to be begging for my cock,” I said and then forced her face into Iliasa’s pussy.

“Ooh, he’s making you lick me clean,” gasped the bound sister. My sylph-slut parted her legs wide. “Lick it all out of me. It’s okay. He’s making you do it. That makes it right.”

“It doesn’t!” Frelia moaned, her face muffled by cum-filled snatch.

I wrapped her right arm around the tree and grabbed the length of rope. I wrapped her right wrist up in it, knotting it tight. Now I just had to get her left arm around the tree so I could have her bound in place, bent over, with her face buried in Iliasa’s twat.

As if she read my mind, Pyrriah appeared. My redheaded twin pulled Frelia’s struggling arm around the tree. She brought the wrist toward the one I’d already bound. I had just enough rope left to knot them together.

Frelia hugged the tree, trapped in place, her face pressed into hot twat.

“Thank you,” I said, cupping my twin’s cheek.

Her red hair rippled with that fiery glow. “It makes me so wet when you’re so strong and commanding. You’re like Thrak. Such a powerful hero.”

I winked at her. “Now I need to get our older sister to admit that she wants my cock.”

“How?”

“Driving her wild with my tongue.” I stuck it out at Pyrriah.

She darted in and sucked on it. I groaned, my dick throbbing as she sucked on it. She grabbed my cock, pumping up and down it at the same time. Her lips pressed on mine, tasting of Lasla’s spicy pussy, and then we were kissing for a moment. We had shared a womb.

I would share everything with her. And with Lasla.

I broke the kiss and marched around the tree, Pyrriah trailing me. Lasla sat down watching with feverish eyes. She had such a huge grin on her gleaming lips. I winked at her and then fell to my knees behind Frelia.

I tore off her grass skirt as she squirmed and moaned. Iliasa gasped. Her eye shone with such delight. Her breasts swayed back and forth. They smacked together as she groaned. It was clear she loved it. Approved of what I’d done.

“He’s going to eat your pussy!” moaned Iliasa as my hands grabbed Frelia’s rump. “Oh, sister, yes! You can enjoy it when he forces you.”

“I’m not a perverted freak like you!” hissed Frelia.

“You will be!”

Pyrriah giggled behind me. Then she hugged me. Her round boobs pressed into my back. Her hands grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down me. Her lips kissed at my neck. She licked at my skin. I shivered at the heat that surged through my body. My dick twitched and throbbed she pumped up and down me.

“Make he cum,” she purred.

“I will,” I purred.

“I won’t cum,” hissed Frelia.

“I will!” Iliasa moaned. “Ooh, you’re rubbing your face into my twat. Just like me, Frelia. You don’t have a choice. Master is making you do it. Our brother is dominating you. Just surrender to his passion!”

“Never!”

“We’ll see,” I said and buried my face into her pussy.

I grabbed her rump and squeezed her. I licked at her cunt. I fluttered my tongue up and down her lilac-flavored folds. I caressed her, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of her. Her cunt juices melted across my tongue.

What a wonderful passion to enjoy.

My tongue thrust into her folds. I caressed her. Teased her. I loved every moment of licking and lapping at her. She tasted so good. Her juices dripped down my chin. I groaned into them while she struggled. The tree groaned, fronds rustling.

“Don’t tell me that’s not turning you on,” I said. “You are dripping wet, Frelia.”

“Oh, were you licking me?” Frelia asked, sounding bored. “I didn’t feel anything.”

“Then why were you moaning?” asked Iliasa.

“I wasn’t moaning!” Frelia snapped.

“Mmm, then why did the sounds you made feel so good against my pussy? Keep doing it. I’m going to drown you in all my pussy cream. Ooh, and there’s so much of Kurtis’s cum buried in my pussy. You should lick it all out of me.”

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Pyrriah. She trembled, grinding her furry bush on my ass. “ I had so much fun licking cum out of Lasla’s pussy last night.”

“She’s good at eating pussy,” Lasla said. “But Kurtis… He’ll make you melt.”

“Our brother is a stud.” Pyrriah pumped her hand faster up and down my dick. “Drive her wild. Tame her.”

“Yes!” I growled and buried my face back into my sister’s pussy.

I squeezed my fingers into her butt-cheeks and lapped up that lilac nectar. The flowery cream melted across my tongue. I fluttered my tongue up and down. I attacked her with such force lapping at her wonderful twat.

Frelia groaned, her hips wiggling. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my hands. She strained. I could hear her fighting against the pleasure I gave her. My tongue stroked through her folds, caressing those silky pussy lips.

Then I found her clit.

I sucked on it.

She gasped.

“Ooh, she liked that, Master,” Iliasa moaned, her large boobs swaying. She smiled at me, her white hair framing her wild face. “Do that again, Master.”

I sucked on Frelia’s clit. I fluttered my tongue against it. Her hips bucked back, slamming her pussy into my face like she tried to knock me away. I grinned, her fight only making this hotter. I fluttered my tongue around her bud and then sucked on that little nub buried amid her petals.

Her juices ran down my chin. They dripped over my features. My fingers dug into her rump, squeezing and kneading at her. I felt the tension in her body, heard her wild moans and grunts as she fought against her pleasure.

“Just like me,” Iliasa moaned. “Please, please, Frelia, just lick me. That’s what I need. What you need to do to me.”

“Yeah, just lick her,” I growled. “Lick her, and you’ll get to cum.”

“I don’t want to cum!” she moaned, her hips wiggling back and forth.

I lapped at her pussy again. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds. “You sure.”

“Yes!”

I sucked on her clit. Her little bud throbbed in my mouth. Her butt-cheeks squeezed tight together while she let out a throaty moan. Her juices were so hot. They ran down my chin. Pyrriah squirmed behind me, her bush soaked in her juices. She stained my ass with her cream as she fisted my cock.

I popped my mouth off her clit. “Well, if you don’t want to cum, I bet Pyrriah does.”

“Ooh, I do,” she moaned.

“Eat her!” hissed Frelia. “I don’t care.”

“All right,” I said and leaned back into Pyrriah’s arms.

Once again, she seemed to know just what I wanted from her. My twin scooted back, her large breasts heaving over my head. She had this big smile on her mouth. I stretched out on the sand, my lips soaked in Frelia’s juices.

“You’re actually stopping?” Frelia asked.

“Well, Pyrriah really wants to cum,” I said as she straddled my head. She lowered her pussy towards my face. “Unless, you want me to lick your pussy, Frelia?”

My eldest sister let out a throaty groan. A tension filled the air as Pyrriah’s pussy came closer and closer to my lips. Her tangy musk filled my nose. Her juices dripped from her hairs. I stared at Frelia’s shaking ass.

“Last chance,” I said, waiting for that moment of surrender to come.

“Wait!” screamed Frelia.

To be continued…

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A young English woman in her last year of college is recruited along with other young women into a clandestine naval intelligence program that promises technical challenges travel and adventure! But end up seeing and experiencing several heart stopping bound sexual situations that take them to the very edge, and beyond perverse humiliating sex, much more than most women can imagine much less experience in a lifetime!

Somali Pirates and Their Prey

Introduction: A young English woman in her last year of college is recruited along with other young women into a clandestine naval intelligence program that promises technical challenges travel and adventure! But end up seeing and experiencing several heart stopping bound sexual situations that take them to the very edge, and beyond perverse humiliating sex, much more than most women can imagine much less experience in a lifetime! The fact that several are drop dead gorgeous and two of them have breasts that are incredible in size and shape! Is not lost on the SAS instructors that are under a lot of political pressure to see these women succeed and become SAS team members! They have been recruited to rescue a well to do family that has connections to the Queen, and they have been kidnapped and are being held for ransom in Somalia. The political powers that be want these young women to be the first to succeed in such a dangerous and demanding undertaking, as they want to show those who are pushing equal rights for women that the United Kingdoms government is firmly behind these women!
The Characters:

Louise, a college graduate 24 years old light brown hair blue eyes and is a very attractive woman. A kind of young looking cross between Erin Gray and Farrah Fawcett, she is a very shapely woman,with a full 36” bust 24” waist an equally attractive pair of 36” hips, and of course an unused pubic area that just screams for attention! The only wild and crazy thing she had ever done was a tattoo, and had done so after having a little to much to drink at a college graduation party! For Louise it was a most interesting experience, some of the girls had their navels pierced. But many had some sort of risque tattoo and for Louise it was a red rose, just below the waist band of her knickers and above her golden brown pubic hair of her sinful fair skinned pubic area! The buzzing of the tattoo needle so close to her privates had made her embarrassingly wet!

Vanessa, also a college graduate, 28 years old and quite a bit more experienced and worldly than Louise! She has beautiful red hair and green eyes, and is more firm full figured than most of girls. She also has an incredible set of 38” DD breasts and equally small waist, along with a bottom that most men lust after and one that is the envy of other women!
Sarah, the youngest at barely 21 is the most naive, educated but full of life and more than ready for adventure sexually or otherwise! She is the typical brown eyed long brown hair that talks with a slight lisp like that of a much younger girl and looks like a young Elizabeth Sladen AKA Sarah Jane smith in the old Doctor Who and the adventures of Sarah Jane, a kind of girl next door! One that is so attractive and appealing to men it is a wonder she has not been drug off into the bushes and had her brains fucked out! She is an almost younger version of Vanessa, but with slightly bigger and softer 38”DD breasts! She is so ripe an appealing with a tiny waist and a bottom that easily draws attention from the most casual observer!

Madison, nick named Corky, is a full blown lesbian bitch of a woman one that thinks looks and acts much like that of a forceful man! The only thing she does not have is a real dick! She is a stocky plain looking woman with a foul mouth, and one that is barely able to meet the academic standards! But she is strong and tough stands a little over 5′ 4”, was a body builder and former erotic women’s wrestling champ! Is flat chested but with gigantic nipples and a pair of thighs that could crush the life out of anyone that dared to place his or her head in between them! But also with a very hairy pussy and gigantic clit and cunt that is also sexually insatiable, and has a double lifelike dildo that she uses on other females especially young naive innocent ones! She has also been excepted into this clandestine SAS program as she is every bit as strong as most men!

Cabbas, Better known as the Black Lion King of Somali Pirates! Early on was raised by missionaries and then sent to and educated in England. The matron that had helped him through puberty was a retired female naval officer one that had a tattoo in a most intimate place! She was the one that has schooled him, and also taught him what women want especially white women want, and had also acquired a fetish for women in uniform. Has returned to Somali, his homeland to help this strife ridden country, one that has been plagued with civil war and corruption! He thinks that by clearing the coastal waters of foreign fishing trawlers or pirating and plundering any vessels that enter their waters abducting the crew and holding them for ransom he is helping his poor country!

The foreign commercial fishing fleets have brazenly over fished the once abundant life giving sea off the coast of his country! He considers this his duty so that the once small but profitable fishing industry can be restored! He is a big black male, one that is quite charming, and very hansom in a sinister way! He is also cunning and has little concern or regard for those who defy or tempt him!? But his other interest is, one that enjoys taunting white female flesh and loves to do more than just play with his captives! For him, this is one of the perks that come of being a pirate, and English women in uniform, especially naval uniforms is one that makes his big black dick the hardest!

The Victims

Lord Vattendaul a rich pompous asshole that loved money and diamonds more than his wife and two young daughters!
Lady Jane Vattendaul an attractive 41 yr old full figured woman one that had led a sheltered life in many respects and for most had wondered how that had ever conceived two pretty young daughters.

The Daughters Lindsay, the youngest at barely 18 and Paris the older more worldly was 19. Both were promiscuous and Paris was the real slut, but her younger sister was quickly following in her older sisters footsteps! They were known on the small private college they attended as little rich bitches and prick teasers that had left more than one young college freshman humiliated naked with a hard dick and very unsatisfied with their trickery?

Chapter One Training Attractive Female Recruits !

With almost five years of college coming to an end, Louise along with other graduates in this all girls college have attended career day. This is where companies and business’s have presented numerous career opportunities to these aspiring young female prospects, in hopes of recruiting them! Along with this, is of course the military, and the Royal Navy recruiting officers have presented a most appealing career path for any of these young women if they so choose. Louise, like so many young college graduates have no real idea of what they are going to do after graduation? So listening to this interesting and exciting presentation, one that if selected requires language, good physical condition, technical expertise and would afford numerous exciting possibilities along with travel and adventure was of great interest!
The thought of her, Louise as an aspiring young female naval officer dressed in such a striking military uniform has left Louise almost heady in anticipation, and now quite certain of the direction and purpose her life will take. It has quickly become an obsession and is now exactly what she wants! Fortunately she has taken all the required courses of language and academics along with the physical athletic requirements! This has almost assured her of being accepted into this all female SAS team. Now that she has decided, was determined to stay fit and in good physical shape!

For Louise, being in a good physical shape was an understatement! As she not quite realizing it, was also a very attractive young woman! This fact was not lost on any male, let alone the Naval officers that recruited her or the all male Royal Naval medical assistant’s intimate physical she is required to undergo, or the training personnel that would be instrumental in her training. What they would demand or expect of her, and the other girls would push all but Corky, to their very limit!

The women’s movement and political correctness along with the likes of Margaret Thatcher and women like her, hawks, and proponents of women doing all of the jobs that men can do in the military. They have championed women’s rights and the use of women in all sorts of risky military clandestine missions, giving little regard as to what might happen to these attractive young women if they actually fell into the hands of these perverted lecherous and unsavory male pirates like Cabass!

With young women like Louise, the goal was to select several all female SAS teams! But their training standards and physical agility test has been lowered substantially. Much to Corky’s dismay, so that their training would allow women to compete more equal with men. Again not giving any real thought as to what might happen to these young women if taken prisoner captured or abducted!
For Louise all of the required applications, tests and basic physical condition have been completed, Louise has easily passed them all and been selected. She is to report to the Maritime Naval Training Academy along with a dozen or so other young women all in their 20s, and most college educated. They like Louise have also been recruited for the same type of training, and if successful will eventually be placed into the all female SAS clandestine special boat team program!

The SAS is based at Hereford, Herefordshire in the west of England. … Much of their training will be undertaken by naval training officers and drill instructors. They will be treated exactly the same as the Special Boat Service male recruits of the Royal Marines that they will be training along side. Their training will be conducted at this normally all male naval training base where these women, especially where several of the final four will be chosen.

For Louise and the other young women their training will create all sorts of perplexing problems for the male recruits and instructors on the base! For Louise the first problem encountered after arrival at the training academy is the clothing issued to them, and training uniforms they are required to wear? They are either a a dark gray or khaki men’s wear that button up the front, and none are for women, they are either to big or to small. This is bad enough for Louise who is a shapely but normal sized woman. But for Vanessa and Sarah with their large breasts these tailored for male clothes and men’s underwear are impossible!
None of this seems to matter to those in charge, they are told that the problem will eventually be taken care of, and they will have to make do! But many of the men involved in their training want to see them fail, and will do what ever it takes, to make sure they fall short of their required tasks, and denying them of the correct, and well fitting undergarments is only one way! Those in the Admiralty are in a quandary as there is intense political pressure to both see them succeed and others that are dead set against this and are of no help at all!

The first day is an intense physical preformed by Medical Assistants those that are colloquially known as “Scablifters” or “Doc” in Royal Naval JackSpeak. These are normally horny young men that are use to preforming physicals on male recruits! But with these being the first, and no distinction provided by those in charge between male or females. The girls are required, and have no choice but to receive their physicals from these young men, and I might add that these physicals will be a most through one, along with the required vaccinations shots!

Vanessa followed by Louise, then Sarah and last Corky! All have been told to strip down to their under things, but this also has presented a big problem? The military under clothing did not provide for brasseries or nickers! Only white, male shorts and “T” shirts so that when they stripped down have ended up in a most unusual array of miss matched underthings!
Vanessa a flaming red head with a pair of knockers that would stop a clock, was the first to leave these young medical assistants drooling, and their male members twitching and coming to attention in their pants! She has chosen to keep her bra and wear only the male shorts that were provided! But her, a shapely woman with mature full 38”DD breasts that barely fit in a well made custom over the shoulder bolder holder has left little to ones imagination! Her fair white skin, red hair, with a liberal amount of freckles in all the right places, has added to the most appealing look and shape of her bottom! This made, and tightly filled out the white men’s shorts she was wearing look like no other!

The young male “Medical Assistant”s were almost licking their chops, could not wait to start poking and probing, and she was to be their first victim! Dreadful liberty was taken at Vanessa’s expense, but for her she enjoyed the attention and touch that these younger men so lovingly attended to her with! She was first told, to raise her hands up over her head then slowly turn around, up on one foot, and then the other! Followed by pull your shorts down!
Stunned silence was in the air as she slowly pulled down the male shorts over her mature full figured bottom! But as the red pubic hair came into view, there was no doubt about it, she definitely was a true red head! The flaming red of her pubes matched perfectly with beautiful locks! Then she was ordered to bend over touch her toes, and spread her cheeks! Again there was silence as she did exactly what she was told holding her cheeks apart,… that perversely displayed a tight little brownie inviting pussy folds and the more than ample red pubic hair that surrounded it! This was followed by receiving numerous vaccination shots in her beautiful unblemished soft white bottom that seemed to be used as a pin cushion!
Louise was next! Almost afraid to start, she had watched in almost dazed horror as this ghastly perverse physical was preformed on Vanessa, and right in front of her very eyes! Seeing her poked prodded and probed as male fingers lingered in some of the most sensitive and private areas a young woman possessed! This left Louise with a mixture of strange but stimulating sexual feelings?
Louise had chosen to keep an wear all of her civilian undergarments. She was a perfect specimen of the female form, perky 36” breasts small waist and boyish hips! Standing there in front of several male medical assistants in only her skimpy lacy bra and nickers!

Trembling at first from the mostly unsure male touch as the other recruits looked on! Her bra was unhooked loosened and pushed up out of the way leaving her beautiful breasts bare! The cold metal stereoscope that was placed between her naked breasts confirmed her heart was pounding as her blood pressure and vitals were taken! After which fingers followed by hands softly touched then caressed and tugged at them, finally almost grudgingly they slowly slipped from her hardening nipples! This part of the physical was certainly less that professional as more than one medical technician made sure the first had not missed a thing or any part of her most desirable and incredible shapely young female breasts!
Is if this was not bad enough, the hands of first one, followed by several more Medical assistants repeated the same almost perverse erotic procedure. But what came next was even more humiliating and what surprised Louise even more was how exciting this experience had become for her! She held her breath especially when one of the assistants so close now, had stuck his thumbs it the waist band of her nickers and slowly pulled them down.

The sight of a blood red rose tattoo for those watching her front was one thing, but the feeling for Louise as the thin white lacy fabric slid down over first one bare buttock followed by the other had easily exposed her shapely hourglass bottom! This had left her bottomless with her nicely trimmed golden brown pubic hair and red rose tattoo along with subtle hidden pussy folds beneath, fully exposed for all to see!

Again the command was given to hold her hands above her head and turn around slowly? Then bend over and touch your toes! This was followed by the required shots administered in her equally white skinned perfectly shaped posterior! With Louise still trembling and a crimson shade of red from this sinful public embarrassment and still rubbing her stinging bottom, it was Sarah who would be next!

She had also watched first Vanessa, and then Louise experience this over exposed perverse and most humiliating examination from these male medical assistants! For Sarah being young and naive was more than ready to follow orders and do anything asked of her in order to be excepted into this program! For her what ever they asked did not seem to bother her at all as she easily stripped down to just her underthings! She like Louise had chosen to wear the equally appealing civilian under things. But she like Vanessa also possessed an equally incredible set of younger but firmer 38”DD breasts! Looking almost like a young school girl with sparkling brown eyes and long brown hair, along with the few words she spoke with a lisp had appeared to to give the impression of a much younger girl? But she, like the women before her had no trouble at all keeping the assistants, male members at full attention!

One had taken her hand lifted her arm up almost onto her tip toes and helped turn her around like a young woman in a teenage swimsuit beauty contest! To see this young Sarah Jane Smith looking girl so ripe and so attractive in only her undies gave the word sinful a whole new meaning, and again one that was not lost on those that watched as she was so brazenly exposed for anyone to see! Almost dead silence occurred as both the men an the women recruits watched!

Madison, referred to as Corky was next and was certainly no victim. The military clothes provided fit impeccably and the male shorts, and “T” shirts under them were no problem at all. She had easily stripped down to them and with no hesitation what so ever did exactly what the other girls had done without even being told!

First she had stuck her hands straight up and slowly turned around, most of the young male medical assistants that had only moments ago poked fondled and openly played with the previous shapely young women! Were now a bit intimidated and not quite so quick, to do the same with Corky!

Finally one assistant took charge of the awkward situation, and with her incredibly large dark nipples easily seen through the white “T” shirt had pulled it up exposing them! First here was a gasp from the women and again silence as these female looking things appeared to be on someone that looked and acted more like a man! The cold metal of the stethoscope in between her two pectoral muscles had made these most interesting looking nipples instantly erect and very hard looking.

Corky was not all that unattractive and if made up and dressed as a woman may have been attractive to some men? Then with what sounded almost as a plea, said well,…well aren’t you going to squeeze them? She sounded almost disappointed as the one who had first taken the initiative, hesitantly at first barely touched them? Corky in disgust growled at him harder, dammit you can squeeze the shit out of them and it won’t bother me a dam bit! Believe me others have tried, referring to her days as a professional women’s wrestler where they had been harshly pulled and twisted! He not wanting to be viewed as giving this bitch of a female a pass did his best to inflect some painful abuse, but this had only brought a wry smile to Corky’s lips, something she did not often do! She stood there and let him do his damnedest in order to get a rise out of her, but to no avail!

Then with out being told she turned around bent over and dropped her shorts! This had exposed he muscular buttocks and of course her wild hairy pubic folds that were invisible in the thick matted growth, but did leave her gigantic clitoris showing through the pubic hair, almost like a small dick head! This was followed by the comment make my ass into a pin cushion and don’t hold anything back as she wiggled her ass trying to make it more appealing! After this they were excused, and told to be ready the following morning for their first day of this grueling and demanding training that awaits them.

Of the twelve women selected into the program they have been broken down into three training squads of four each! Louise Vanessa Sarah and Corky are one. After the first fitful uniform quandary they along with the two other squads are told to be standing tall at 0400 the following morning dressed and ready for the start of their arduous physical training!

Physical agility to the limit, obstacle course, deep water training hand to hand combat training, small arms automatic weapon explosives capture of enemy prisoners and being captured and taken hostage as enemy combatants! Along with special ops night vision training will be the order of the day and for the next 8 weeks! The training for royal marines and Naval officers is normally a 32 week or more affair, but has been cut short in order to expedite the rescue of this family that has fallen into the hands of Somali pirates! As the powers that be want their rescue to be by women trained as special SAS agents for this specific and very dangerous mission!

After awakening early and chow at the mess hall all four seem to be ready! Their training officers and drill instructors are all seasoned officers and enlisted combat veterans.

This normally all male Royal Naval Training base is in for a most perplexing next several weeks? Ones that will shake and upset the normal routine in a stimulating and erotic way,….women especially shapely attractive women dressed in plain military attire have a most interesting way of effecting men, especially those that have an interest in the female form! But one is a big black mean bastard that does not want these women to succeed and is also in charge of them!

It the dark of the early morning the training officer assigned to them is him! The only one that can appreciate watching these women running in place,doing jumping jacks, deep knee bends, toe touching, press ups and setups that are commanded and required of the girls! To see tits and full female bottoms jiggling obscenely during this is training exercise is most rewarding! But to see these pretty young white women being ordered around and told what to do by a big black drill instructor is most interesting! This is followed by a short march to the armory where field packs and weapons are assigned. A Glock side arm and the SA80 assault rifle are issued! Corky is the only one of the four that has actually fired a weapon.

From their it is a mile run to the obstacle course with all of their new gear. As the dawn breaks the sight of four women running with packs assault rifle and their black male drill instructor causes quite a stir, and is the first of numerous problems for the Royal Marines that are also training at this base, who cannot believe their eyes?

Attractive women with curves in the right places are difficult to hide even dressed in plain military khaki as they run by! The obstacle course is designed for young strong men but will push all of these pretty pampered young women to the breaking point, that are now a bit unsure of what they have gotten themselves into, all that is except Corky!

The first demand of the day is the high obstacle course, the death-slide and the assault course, followed by hand it hand combat and a “Tug A War” against one of the other female squads, then the taking and securing of prisoner’s in the afternoon. All have made their way through this demanding part of the course, but Sarah although successful was barely able to do so!

After completing the death-slide, a thorough warm-up has begun consisting of sprints to obstacles, squat thrusts and star jumps, followed by crawling uphill through wet mud on the “take cover” commands and pyramid exercises. Corky has taken more than just an interest in Sarah, and has been coaching and trying to help her. The girls then have to demonstrate confidence at height, by completing the had over hand high-ropes obstacles, before being shown and practicing how to complete and over come the obstacles 2 &3 at a time. Louise Vanessa and Corky have done well but Sarah has not! She was terrified the entire time!
Throughout this morning, the expression “You’re only as strong as your weakest link” has been shouted at Sarah, who is now almost in tears! This comment is very much in force, meaning there are consequences for the entire squad if a recruit is not able to do as she is told. Any of the recruits lagging behind the others in particular will be made an example of, and Sarah who is failing will be the first!

The big black drill instructor in order to humiliate and intimidate Sarah, who is now cold wet and covered in mud has been ordered to fall in behind the others and march back to the combat training area holding her SA80 assault rifle over her head! The fact that her khaki shirt already wet overly tight, and straining from the overhead rope repel has popped several of the buttons off! This only adds to her partially exposed humiliation, and with her hands over her head has made her big incredible breasts even more appealing! There is just something about a young looking cute as hell girl with her arms over her head, and one with gigantic breasts, that has left the bra and white of her cleavage ever so exposed and sinfully appealing!

In the afternoon their instructor has demonstrated a number of had to hand forceful holds and ways to overpower ones opponents Then has paired Louise and Vanessa! Ordering them to try and gain the upper hand over the other! Vanessa is a bit stronger, but Louise is quicker to see women especially attractive women fight wrestle and try to over power the other is a very erotic thing to watch.

Finally Louise is able to over power, and ends up on top of Vanessa leaving this red head struggling and her big breasts heaving, and for Louise she is quite proud of herself! The black instructor then takes on each of the women one at a time and both are quickly and helplessly dispatched, leaving them flat on their backs, tightly held down and barely able to struggle in order to move at all! Leaving their breasts so incredibly vulnerable.

For Louise it is a stark reality of a mans physical ability over a woman! But she thinks that being a smart woman can use this intellect to her advantage, and with men that might easily be the case. But how about being captured and taken prisoners by other women?
Next it is Sarah and Corky, this match up is no contest at all, as Corky a formerly professional wrestler, has quickly grabbed Sarah and with little effort flipped her over on her back and has ended up setting on her face! This has left her pinned and totally helpless with Sarah’s pretty little brown haired head between Corky’s firm thighs and her sweet pouting lips tight against this lesbian butch of a woman’s most intimate shemale place! For Corky to have Sarah this young innocent looking female helplessly sprawled out in this most uncompromising position is a most delightful thing. As Sarah is fast becoming the object of Corky’s lustful affection! After seeing this, several of the male instructors want to try their hand against this man like woman! For them it is a rude awakening as she wins three out of four and is quite a match, even for the big male instructor that wins only one, and it is against their black training instructor!

After a grueling morning, and the afternoon hand to hand combat training a Tug-of- War between them and one of the other female training squads is the next order of business. The losers will then submit to a humiliating session as enemy prisoners and allow themselves to be bound tightly and interrogated mercifully!

The Tug of War is set up with the win point over a deep mud hole and Louise has been given charge of the squad, and wants to give Sara a chance. In so doing has assigned her tail end charlie as the anchor man much to Corky’s dismay? Louise is first, followed by Vanessa, then Corky and last Louise, which will turn out to be a big mistake! With all ready and pulling, the whistle is blown and the war begins. It is a subtle exercise in strength and stamina and at first is even,… then one side followed by the other gains, and then looses the advantage. But as Corky suspected making Sarah the anchor has turned out to be a big mistake as the advantage has slowly gone to the opposing female squad!

With their black drill instructor and Corky screaming at them to hold and pull, they are slowly dragged into, then through the cold deep mud hole one at a time! With Louise wet covered in mud is the first that has emerged and popped to the surface, then as she looses her strength it becomes a wrought!

This was quickly followed by Vanessa, and then Corky who is cussing and bitching the entire time until she is pulled into the cold muddy water! But the most humiliating is yet to come as Sarah some how trying to arrest their losing battle has wrapped the knotted brown hemp rope around her upper thigh through her crotch and around her waist?

This will become her soon to be, exposed undoing as she now the last, to be pulled into the muddy water has finally emerged on the other side. This has added even more humiliating and insult to their injured pride as the other female squad members continue to pull! The results ends with the tangled knotted rope first pulling her already button less shirt off! Followed by her loose fitting men’s trousers leaving her in only the wet mud soaked clinging female nickers and well constructed brassier! Being a fair skinned young woman has left her nipples and obvious pubic folds and the golden brown pubic hair showing clearly and sinfully through this wet muddy tight fitting female under garment!

Sarah looks and feels like a drowned rat, shuddering from the cold convulsing and spitting up muddy water! But even this brassier has trouble holding her voluptuous melons as they obscenely jiggle around as she lays there coughing up muddy water in between convulsions! The winning female training squad now victors are holding up her clothes gleefully, and at least five other male training instructors watch this most delightful erotic display of a sinfully exposed female flesh!…. But for some reason being half naked and humiliated in front of others although being a horrible experience has also been quite sexually stimulating, for Sarah?……

It is decided that after a break, and Sarah,s clothes returned they will have another go at it and this time with Corky as the anchorman, it is they that are the victors!
Because Corky, a female? Is so good at hand to hand and her expertise as an anchor in the Tug A War, several of the instructors want to take her over to the Royal Marines so she can try her hand against their best!

Their instructors do to Sarah’s less than stellar performance earlier, and his comment, that has consequences for all, has given them over to female training officers. That are specially trained in intimidating interrogation and they will now become the prisoners and enemy combatants. For these female MI5 interrogators, it is their job to see if they can get them to crack, by securely tying them up mercifully interrogating and threatening them, and to make it as realistic as possible! Their black instructor has told these older more experienced female interrogators to treat Louise Vanessa and especially Sarah as harsh abusive, and realistic as possible, wanting them all to fail! He knowing full well that one of these women interrogator’s has been disciplined numerous times,for over zealous treatment of recruits, is “Sadistic”bitch and will have no trouble treating them accordingly! Then have left, telling the interrogator’s to make sure that these three young women recruits will say give up, or do anything that they are told to do,… anything?

The fact that both groups are women, those doing the tying binding and mock interrogation, and Louise Vanessa and Sarah supposedly acting the part of prisoners and enemy combatants, this submissive consequences will allow these female MI5 training officers to take dreadful liberties, and realistically treat them as harsh and abusive as they wish! Where they will take them, will also allow this to happen with no hindrance at all from anyone! They too are not happy about these pretty young things being trained to do a job, that should have been theirs!

These female MI5 training officers have first bound their wrists behind their backs then blindfolded them and have then turned them this way and that, in order to confuse them! Then are led along a little used path and are taken down steps deep into a concrete underground bunker at the training facility that most do not know exists and made just for this particular purpose. This harsh interrogation is suppose to be only an exercise. For Louise and Vanessa at least for the moment, they have taken it well, and it has not been all that intimidating? But for Sarah after her half naked stimulating and humiliating experience on the obstacle course, and the Tug A War, this strange feeling at the apex of her pubic mound, has returned with a vengeance?. Being helpless with her hands bound tightly behind her back is bad enough, but being unable to see or where she has been taken, for her this experience along with her nipples becoming hard and the sensation of wet female ambiance in her female folds has left Sarah with mixed unsure and even more unsettling emotions?…..

Three old sturdy maple chairs have been brought in and the girls are quickly made to sit down! No words have been spoken since they have descended the stairs. Louise to her surprise hears voices in an east African Somalia dialect, one she is somewhat familiar with, one she has studied and mostly understands ! Vanessa on the other hand has not taken any language courses and is unsure about the voices or what is being said ? But Sarah already stimulated distraught and understanding nothing of what was said is becoming ever more terrified! Then she feels her wet button less shirt torn into shreds of balled up cloth, wadded up and forcefully shoved through her pretty young lips! Then her lips are forced closed, and a large rectangular strip of sticky black tape is tightly pulled over them sealing it tight! At almost the same time a similar thing has happened to Vanessa who objects vocally as wadded fabric and then the black tape renders her speechless?

This is followed by first Sarah then Vanessa and finally all three being tightly bound to the chairs! It has been done with strong brown hemp ropes, below the knee around their ankles and finally three wraps of this rope above, and then below that squeeze their breasts out vulgarly! For Vanessa and especially Sarah, this treatment has left both with their large tits almost ready to burst out, and them helplessly bound unable to speak and barely able to breathe!

Louise then hears, Vanessa’s muffled groan followed by Sarah who is struggling to breathe? Then a finger is placed under Louise’s chin and in this strange tongue she is told that if she does not cooperate Sarah’s perversely hard and stimulated nipples will be cut off!… Louise cannot believe what has just been said,… they are recruits on a Royal Naval training base in the west of England and…. that this comment could only be a harmless threat for training purpose only! Or could it?…..She the only one un gagged is now the center of their attention! Then with a hand under her chin she feels cold steel against her lovely lips. Cold razor sharp steel, that is slowly moving and barely cuts the skin,…and the taste of salty blood, hers is now apparent!.. OMG! Her mind races as she hears Sarah who is well gagged try to speak again with a terrified muffled moan, OMG? What are they doing to her?

Apparently they have carefully cut her bra loose in between her big beautiful breasts, this has released these incredible restricted gems, and have pulled the brassier off exposing these totally unencumbered virgin breasts, and have placed the same sharp cold steel against one of her nipples! Then in broken Arab and Somalia English, enough to where Sarah now understands exactly what has been said, hears the words directed at Louise, talk you white English bitch or we will cut the girls perked nipples off!………..
Sarah, now terrified securely bound and unable to move tries with all her might to pull away, but is hardly able to move at all! This time a low bloodcurdling squeal is barely heard through the tight gag, as she feels the sharp point of steel first poke against one her beautiful soft breasts and then this sadistic woman with a good hold on one of Sarah’s nipples, can feel the cold steel move! Sarah more terrified than ever, has easily passed out from only the thought, and dreadful fright of it all! Louise not sure of what has happened, and before she can say anything the next victim is Vanessa? Her shirt is ripped open with buttons flying off in all directions,… then pulled wide open exposing her bra and equally large breasts! She is also tightly bound, but her nipples are easily silhouetted through the sheer feminine material, as holes are cut in just the right place’s that allow just her nipples to be sinfully exposed!

Again the order is given,… for Louise to talk, a question she cannot answer as her shirt is next to be ripped open exposing her cleavage modest bra and both of her well shaped but much smaller pointy breasts! Still wearing the bra, her breasts have first been roughly squeezed so hard it hurts, followed by her nipples being harshly grabbed pulled and then twisted viciously through the thin fabric! This has brought tears to her eyes as scream after painful scream escapes her salty tasting lips! This sadistic MI5 instructor yells at her a question that this sadistic bitch knows cannot be answered?..Then a most unusual smell has turned her, Vanessa and Sarah’s lights out, unknown to her a gray haze takes effect, they have all been drugged rendering them totally helplessly and immobile. All of this that has been done to physiologically intimidate these impressionable young women!

Later, Louise is finally awaken by Corky, she and the other girls have been dumped unceremoniously out behind their barracks and are still tightly bound! They have been stripped of their clothes leaving them totally helpless unconscious and in only their bra and knickers, all but Sarah that is! Who is topless wearing only wet knickers as her brasserie is no where to be found! For Corky not knowing, at first and wondering what had happened? As she had been returned to their training barracks earlier only to receive a mysterious call that the young women in her training squad were out back, and in need of her help!
Corky leaving Sarah for last who seemed to be blissfully asleep in the half light of the late afternoon, first helped Louise who could barely walk and and then Vanessa untying them and assisting them into their bunks. Then with Sarah still tightly bound and out of it Corky has carefully picked her up and carried her into their barracks and laid her down, but it is on Corky’s bunk in a more secluded area of the large mostly empty barracks! For Corky it is almost to much for her to imagine! To see not only Sarah this beautiful shapely young childlike woman, one she has lusted after,… almost naked, and totally helpless, and in only her undies! With Louise and Vanessa woozy and recovering slowly will take till morning for them to fully recover and to be in an aware and alert state!

This has allowed Corky the luxury of taking her time untying Sarah and even more time inspecting not only her beautiful and totally unencumbered breasts nipples, and the ambiance of her truly golden brown female pubic hair and almost hidden pink pussy folds! But also is a bonus to fondle and squeeze quite harshly Louise and Vanessa’s breasts! For a true lesbian like Corky, it is like having beautiful young bisexual virgins that are naked and asleep in her flat, ones that have come for their first bisexual experience! Sarah still out of it,… has allowed Corky to slowly work the moist Knickers down and around her shapely buttocks and past her pubic “V”! All the way down pulling them off and sticking them in her pocket? She was now able to view Sarah’s tender succulent female treasure, up close and very personal! Hesitant, at first but with no one watching, and no one to stop her was overcome with horny lust! Corky unable to stop herself easily went down on Sarah, burying her face in this attractive young woman’s so appealing bush and pussy folds!……

For her this wet sweet slit and incredible tender pussy allowed Corky to gorge herself on the most intimate part of a young woman’s female anatomy, and gorge herself she did! Sarah still out of it only moaning from time to time, and after all that had happened, this to her was a most enjoyable and pleasurable dream! But is was half slumber and half reality as she experienced one unrestricted sexual orgasm after another!

The next day all had recalled this most terrifying ordeal, but it was Louise who had calmed their fears and put them to rest by passing their ordeal off, and the fact that all had been found almost naked and helplessly bound, as just part of their training, giving the impression that it was no big deal and was nothing for them to worry about! But in Louise’s mind it was, a real possibility and one of being captured raped and tortured that would haunt her off, and on over the next several weeks?

“Endurance Course.” With the third day starting Corky had asked Sarah if she slept okay last evening and was pleasantly surprised, as she confided that she had one of the most realistic dreams of someone orally pleasuring her to orgasm numerous times, and was the best dream she had ever had, and that the experience was wonderful!
The Endurance Course consisted of a different obstacle route across rough and hilly terrain in boots bergan packs and combat gear. Obstacles again include chest deep pools and muddy tunnels, some of which were completely underwater, thus making clothing heavy and ensuring that the recruit trainees were again cold and wet from the onset. But wet clothing on shapely young large breasted women have a most unusual effect on them, and any of the men watching!
After the obstacle course there is a run back to the training center, any candidates who fall or finish behind the last instructor would normally be failed. But again concessions have been made just for women like Sarah! But for her, struggling to just pass this strenuous course, and at least unknowingly being sexually pleasured had left her with a more positive feeling that she might actually be able to complete the required tasks? Immediately after the endurance course they return and collect their gear which had been prepared for the night and in groups of two travel to either the hilly or a flat section of the Bottom Field where they will spend the rest of night on a field craft exercise!

The next day is a repeat of the first three with exception of the prisoner interrogation which has not been mentioned again at all! It is as if it never happened? Then there is a swimming assessment. The girls are required to swim the perimeter of the pool using the breaststroke which for Sarah and Vanessa gives a whole new meaning to the words breaststroke! It will be a swim unaided after jumping off of a 6 metre and 10 metre diving tower. They will also have to get out of the pool unaided (without using the ladders) It is a test. But trainees who are deemed weak swimmers will have to take extra swimming sessions in order to make it through recruit training. There is also escape underwater practice from an overturned boat!

Again for Louise it is no problem as she in college, was a good swimmer and had competed in the high dive competition from both the 6 metre and 10 metre platform. None were required to dive only jump into the water from these two heights, but Louise had kept her competition swim suit, one of those incredible slick skin tight form fitting suits that showed every bit of her female form and in vivid detail! OMG! You could see her beautiful breasts and nipples along with her equally incredible heart shaped bottom as if she was wearing nothing at all! But what was of most interest even to Corky was her flat tummy naval and pubic mound that one could actually count each and every one of golden brown pussy hairs!

She had worn this stunning light blue skin tight, better known as a skin suit under her Khaki uniform for the 6 metre jump. But up on the 10 metre platform had stripped down to only it, and with everyone watching in awe, took her time making several mock attempts and then with little effort did a one and a half reverse, and perfectly entered the water with almost no splash at all! If it would have been an Olympic event she would have received a perfect score of 10! Then with even less effort had swam the entire perimeter of the pool, and easily with ho help from anyone pulled herself up, and out of the pool. This left her standing next to the pool with her hands over her head turning to let everyone view her incredible body! Just like an Olympic swimmer who had, successfully completed a most difficult dive for the more than impressed judges!
This was met by all who had witnessed it, in stunned silence! But it was not only this most demanding requirement that left them stunned, it was the overly tight light blue skintight Olympic swimming suit, one like I said that left nothing to anyone’s imagination? There was no doubt none at all,…. about Louise as she was all female, and a most perfectly specimen of one at that!
Next was Vanessa who successfully was able to meet the requirements from both the 6 and the 10 metre height followed by her required swim! But again it was more that a challenge for Sarah who was, with Corky’s help and encouragement barely able to jump from the 6 metre platform. As Corky up on the platform with her and trying to help, had actually by mistake pushed her off! Every one thought she would never be able to meet the 10 metre requirement and the instructors would not let Corky go up and help her, push her!

But Corky had coached and encouraged Sarah from the base of the tower telling her not to look down, and to just look forward and walk off the end!….It was all Sarah could do just to climb the tower and during the climb most thought she would never make it to the top! But some how she did, only to freeze while standing on the very edge of the 10 metre platform, when finally up there! All,.. after shouting and with much encouragement were ready to give up and help her down. But not Corky, who had at the last, in desperation hollered up remember the other night! The wonderful dream, would you like to have another one just like it? As she held up Sarah’s lacy Knickers that had been missing for several days?

The shock and realization for Sarah of this wonderful dream… not being a dream at all, and in dazed wonder had lost her balance and helplessly tumbled off of the 10 metre platform head first, hitting the water with a big splash! But her big breasts had quickly brought her to the surface, and no one had noticed that her loose fitting khaki male trousers were now floating in the pool some distance away as she, again with Corky’s encouragement started to swim along the perimeter of the pool!

There was no way this young woman could drown, big breasts like these were built in floatation devices and easily kept her head above water allowing her to swim the required distance! Every one except their black training instructor was happy and relieved that Sarah had finally made it. But the real surprise and humiliation came when Corky was allowed to help Sarah out of the pool, and in doing so had left her standing there bottomless with her bare assed, and it sinfully exposed for all to see, as she had worn nothing under her trousers! It took several minutes for her to realize she was bare below the waist and several more for someone to fish out her trousers as a towel was finally wrapped around her naked and most attractive young bottom! This had left her crimson and horribly embarrassed!

Over the next several weeks small arms training were conducted, where all did well. Sarah who every one thought would never be a competitive marksman, let alone good at it had astonished her instructors, and the girls in her squad by scoring well with not only the Glock, but exceptionally well with the SA80 assault rifle! She also amazed her instructors in explosive training by quickly and efficiently making shape charges and numerous explosive devices. ones that required precise amounts of C4 and delicate set ups with steady hands, both had reversed her failing performance to a passing one! Apparently Corky with Sarah’s less than hesitant approval had been orally pleasuring her on a regular basis since the pool experience, and this had given her a renewed confidence along with the interest and burning desire to achieve!
Classes on Arabic and Somalia languages was an almost every day thing as both Louise and Vanessa could soon actually carry on conversations in either language, but Sarah and Corky never seemed to master or even understand any, but the most basic phrases?

The last several weeks of their training was intense a rescue boat like the one they were to use and similar to it, was provided for this special training. It was a clandestine thing made to look like a naval oceanographers fishing vessel, that all were required to master! Louise was assigned the Capt Vanessa the first officer and Corky as the engineering officer, and of course Sarah was to be the go to deck officer!
At graduation with all of them standing tall in their incredibly well tailored tight Royal naval female officers uniforms and their chests pounding and breasts almost ready to burst from their uniforms with the pride of successfully completing such a most rigid arduous and challenging training regime, even if it was a watered down one! They were so proud and ready as their names were called and their graduation certificates and commissions were handed out!

Continued in Chapter two

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Jolina and me

She was 12 when I first saw her. She was with her dad, a handsome man. Very handsome to be completely honest. But handsome guys had their downside. They were men, and never treated a woman like me good. He saw me, started to blush as I smiled at him, and he walked my way. “Are you single?” he asked. He had a deep voice, almost trembling. “Well, now that’s a good pick-up line!” I responded with a smile. He smiled as well. The ice was broken.

We started dating and after a few months he asked me to move in with him. Not knowing what to say I agreed. My move towards the little girl was made. I was going to live with her, and she liked it, at the beginning it was a bit rough, but later on we got more close, almost intimid.

It was a Saturday when I discoverd the little girl’s secret. John was out for work, and me and Jolina were home alone. Usually around this time of day she was hanging in front of the television, but this time she wasn’t there. After being completly silent for a few seconds, I heard a muffled sound, as if the sound was coming through some layers of textile. Sneaking my way up, expecting the worst and the best, the best was what was happening. There she was, moaning from under her sheats, with her hand between her thighs, moaning, huffing, breathing heavily. I stood still for some time, not believing my luck. “Need a hand?” I asked with a smile. Jolina was starteld. ‘I.. errh. . I was.. ‘ she tried to say. “No problem.” I said, silencing her. “We all do it, yet rarely talk about it.”. Ashamed, Jolina asked: ‘you as well?’. “Of course.” I replied. ‘Will you tell daddy?’ she asked me, still ashamed. “No, I will not tell daddy, if you don’t want me to. And if needed, I might be able to help you.” This was dangerous for me. Either my plan would work, of it would fail misarably, and I would never get another chance. ‘Well… I might use some tips.’. My plan had worked.
On the next Saturday, when John was out again, she asked me if she could get some tips about ‘it’. I taught her nearly everything I knew, what I like, what some of my girlfriends like, what they generaly didn’t like, what to do, what not to do, the lot. With a serious face she listend, started posing questions, and even asked me if I could show my method. “Ofcourse” I replied with a smile.

I began by taking of my clothes, in the bedroom, where nobody could see me or her. She followed my example. While we were naked, I got a good look at her body. Breasts were starting to show, but they were still small, and gorgeous. The soft belly and cute belly-button, and further down, a small vagina. Still childish, but adapting to puberty. I started rubbing my breasts until my nipples were fully erected. She followed my example. I lay on the bed, slowly rubbing my breasts with one hand, and slowly reaching down with the other. As I did so many times before, I closed my eyes and slowly began rubbing my clit. Slowly but surely, faster by the minute, using different methods of rubbing, I came close to cumming. I started putting my fingers inside, finding that g-spot, and erousing as much as I could. It got quicker and quicker until I could feel an emense feeling of relaxation coming from between my legs, spreading through my entire body. Muscles tensed and relaxed, as the last waves of feelings slowly went away.

I slowly opened one eye. She was there, looking at me. ‘Can I try now?’ she asked. “Ofcourse” I replied. She copied me quite nicely. Starting slowly, her small hand was rubbing her breast, whilst the other one went down, and rubbed the tiny vagina. “Shall I show where it’s really nice?” I asked. ‘Please do’ she replied with her eyes closed. I carefully lay the hand away for a second and started to put some distance between the vaginal lips. After some searching, I hit the spot. Her clit was fully erect and when I started rubbing it, Jolina moaned as she hadn’t moaned before. “Now you.” I said. Her hand reached down and began rubbing the small clit. It didnt take long before she climaxed. A small hand, rubbing furiously at the clit was always a good way to come. She let out a deep sigh and opened here eyes after a minute or two. ‘That was fantastic’ she said with a small voice. “I know” I replied.

We continued that tradition, masturbating with each other for a few weeks. She got more used to climaxing, and I had fun with her. She was becoming more capable by the week, and after a few weeks she asked if it was nice if you do it to another person. Naturally I said yes, thinking my plan was going quite well. ‘Who is going first?’ she asked. “Shall I begin with you?” I asked, my heart pumping like a madman. ‘Ok’. So I began. I started teasing here still small breasts, and began stroking the nipples. Every time I stroked them, she gasped. It was really cute. ‘ahh…’ she moaned, when I slowly reached more downwards. I saw here vagina, it was getting wet. ‘oh!’ she said, a bit surprised, when my hand was rubbing it all at once. I felt the small lips under my hand, felt the curving, and the small clitoris, fully erect, as I expected. I began rubbing more slowly, and more towards the small girl’s clit. She moaned harder and harder. And when I slowly held here lips apart, and started really stimulating her clitoris, she stopped moaning, and she became short-breathed. As if my hand rubbing her clit sucked all the ability to talk out of her. I rubber faster and faster. Until eventually.. With a final stroke, I saw the tiny body climax. Vaginal fluids everywhere. It was beautiful.

‘Now it’s my turn’ she said, still a bit out of breath. “Go ahead” I challenged her.

The first touch was breathtaking. I felt her small hands on my breasts, and couldn’t breath for a second. I felt her rubbing my breasts, my nipples, and I didn’t know what to do. She rubbed them slowly, but with increasing speed. Rub, rub, rub… That’s how it went.. It was great. Then she went further. She had one hand on my breast, and ventured down, like I did to her. Her touch on my vagina almost made me come. It was so great, I moaned loud. She was startled first, not knowing what was going on, but she continued fast. She rubbed both of her hands over my vagina, and began spreading them apart to find my clit. I thought for a second that I was a great teacher, and then she touched it. I was nearly coming, the feeling was immensely fantastic, but could retain it. She did notice I was close though, and with a big smile started rubbing my clit quite furiously. I moaned harder as she went faster, and eventually, I nearly screamed my name in lust, and had the best climax I ever had. There I was… Vaginal juices coming out of me, and a small girl with hands who were wet with them.

“Come here, near my face” I said. She came, still with lust in her eyes. Without stopping looking at her eyes, I grabber her hand, one of them, with some of my fluids, and licked it clean. She pulled her own hand near her mouth and did the same to her other hand, also with my fluids on it. ‘Mmm.. it tastes nice..’ she said. ‘Can I taste more next time?’ “Sure you can. Next time, I’ll show you the secret of using your mouth.” She smiled.

The next time was sooner then I thought.

In less then a week were in the same situation. We were both naked, and were both horny. Without saying anything, I started on her. I began by rubbing her small breasts with one hand, and reaching down with the other. Also, I got my head closer to the vagina. Closer and closer, until I closed my eyes and started licking everything. She screamed, she wasn’t expecting this at all. Luckily there was nobody around to hear it, so I continued. After the first few licks, she was getting used to the feeling, and started to moan, like she usually did. After a few minutes of constant licking, I could feel her climax again. I tasted her fluids, as they came out of her, and smiled about the taste. I kept on licking though, cleaning everything, and sucking even more. The little girl was speechless. “Ah, you taste fantastic” I said. ‘oh really?’ “yes. Want to taste some?” ‘ok..’ I got my head near hers and started to kiss her. She willingly accepted my tongue on hers, and tasted what I was tasting. ‘That tastes great indeed’ she said. ‘Now lie down, here I go’

She started a bit hesitant, but got it right quite soon. The sensation of her tongue, sliding and licking my vagina was.. heavens. I felt myself moving with her tongue, so I had the most pleasure, and began to moan. I moaned loader and loader as my climax got closer. Finally with a last stroke of her small tongue, I climaxed, leaving the girl’s face wet with my fluids. She sucked everything out of me, and was trying to get everything of her face, when I told her to get to me. She came, and I started licking the small face clean. She licked me clean, and I licked her. We were even.

A few minutes after we were done I asked “Shall I bring a toy with me next time?” ‘A toy, for me?’ she asked, not knowing what I meant. “Yes a toy, to make it more fun. “ ‘ok’ she answered, smiling…

To Be Continued…

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A woman sees a girl in an ice cream shop, and the girl follows her home.

CAROL & PATTY
Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighborhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. Her name was Patty, Carol learned when one of the girl’s friends had said her name when she laughed at something the girl said.

Carol watched the girl closely, and soon realized she was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware, but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Carol had seen those sparkling eyes peek at her from time to time.

Patty was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. She was a typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body was exquisite.

At the moment, she wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her small, but succulent breasts were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Carol knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Patty. Her legs were long, slender, inviting to the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine.

Gazing toward Patty, Carol saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Patty’s crotch became blatantly visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T-shirt, Carol thought. Her panties were a pale green.

Carol found herself gazing steadily into Patty’s dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Patty was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Patty moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips.

Carol shuddered and turned her eyes down, finishing her ice cream, stood up, and walked to her car. When Carol got home she appreciated the fact that the house was comfortably cool. She poured herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the door bell rang. Going to the door, puzzling over who it could be, she opened it to find the girl she had been admiring standing there with a big smile on her face.

“Why, hello, Patty,” she said, surprised to see the girl. “What brings you to my doorstep?”

Patty replied that she had noticed Carol staring at her and was curious why an older woman would look at her like that. Carol blushed, but felt a tingle as she realized that the young girl had actually noticed her and was interested in her.
She invited Patty in and offered her a glass of wine, which the girl accepted. Carol realized that she shouldn’t be offering wine to a minor, but from the eager way Patty accepted the glass and took a sip, she knew this was not the girl’s first taste of the fruit of the vine.

Carol felt a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. Patty sat on the couch, her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Carol joined her on the couch, and once again they gazed boldly at each other.

“You like me?” Patty asked in a whispery voice.

“Of course I like you, honey,” Carol replied. “I think you’re lovely,” her voice oddly throaty.

“I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Carol,” Patty said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever.

Carol jumped. Patty had placed her palm on one of Carol’s knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, and shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh.

“You liked what you saw,” Patty said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Carol’s knee.

Carol felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Patty’s hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the sound of Patty’s breath.

Patty then took Carol’s hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Carol felt a sudden lurching between her own legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Patty was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh.

Carol saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl’s soft sigh. Patty released her wrist, but Carol left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other’s eyes, and Carol moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Patty uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning against the back of the couch.

“I like to be touched,” Patty said in a low voice. “You want to touch me, don’t you, Carol? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me.”

Carol couldn’t seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Patty’s panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Patty mewled and twisted her ass provocatively. Carol’s palm cupped Patty’s wet mound.

She felt the heat of that succulent sex burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Patty whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Carol’s hand. Carol was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet, youthful mound of Venus.

Patty lifted her hips, pushing her crotch more tightly into Carol’s hand, mewling softly. “Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Carol. I love being touched this way.”

Patty sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Carol moved off the couch and knelt between Patty’s spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Patty’s hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl’s cunt.

Before she knew it, Carol was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Patty was twisting her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Patty’s thigh, Carol felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire.

With her tongue lapping slowly along one thigh, she kept fondling the other. She found her lips gliding higher and higher on Patty’s thigh. Then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting her face, Carol licked at the other thigh, her eyes closed with this ecstasy she was feeling.

Her tongue went up and down the girl’s creamy thighs, licking mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside, and over Patty’s rounded hips. Patty was cooing and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up.

The fresh, clean scent of Patty’s cunt was sweet to Carol’s senses, and she gazed for a moment at the bulge of that gorgeous pubic mound. Again she stroked a fingertip up and down the crotch of the girl’s tight panties.

A growl came from Carol’s throat. She shoved her mouth to Patty’s crotch, sucking at her moist panties. She pulled at the panties with her teeth, then lapped her tongue up and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious cunt through the thin panties.

“Ooooo,” Patty moaned. “Mmmm … ohhh, yes, Carol!”

Carol felt Patty’s hands on her cheeks, trying to guide her lips and tongue. She felt the girl press her cunt into her mouth, and she began to lick with swift movements at those thin panties. Patty lifted her thighs and pressed them against Carol’s face. The satiny feel of Patty’s thighs on her face sent a tremble of intense desire rumbling about her body, and she whimpered into the girl’s cunt.

Carol’s hands moved under the teenager’s lifted ass. She cupped Patty’s
ass cheeks, finding them tight and firm and fitting perfectly in her palms. Then she was tasting the wetness of Patty’s sweet pussy.

The girl pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to Carol’s tongue and lips. Carol did not hesitate; she began to lick her tongue up and down the puffy cunt lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of this delightful girl.

She twisted her tongue about Patty’s throbbing little clit, then closed her hot lips on it, sucking hard. Patty shoved her cunt harder in to Carol’s face and began to grind.

“Oooo, inside me,” Patty was pleading. “Ohhh, Carol, put your tongue
inside me!”

Carol’s tongue shot into Patty’s cunt, feeling the honeyed cunt lips tighten. She thrust her tongue in and out, feeling Patty’s cunt flex about it. She sucked at the seeping pussy juices, swallowing as her mouth filled. The slippery sweetness was delicious to Carol, and she plunged her tongue in and out like a cock, fucking Patty’s cunt almost frantically, digging her fingers into that tight little ass. Patty
turned and twisted, tossing her crotch up and down, rubbing her cunt into Carol’s face with frenzied motions.

“Ahhh, lick me, Carol,” Patty moaned in a sobbing, soft voice, grinding excitedly, “Oooo, lick me, lick me!”

Carol was now on her knees, her ass in the air, her face buried tightly into Patty’s crotch, sucking and licking that sweet cunt. She waggled her ass when spasms of pleasure rippled through her cunt. She dug her fingers hard into the firm cheeks of Patty’s ass, trying to shove her face as tightly as she could into the steaming cunt. Her tongue fucked in and out of those tight lips, lapping about the rigid, throbbing petals of flesh. She was moaning softly as she sucked and licked Patty’s cunt.

Patty, with her finger hooked into her panties to hold the crotch far to one side, pressed the back of Carol’s head with the other hand, grinding her cunt ecstatically against the woman’s sucking, licking mouth. Her hot thighs scissored about Carol’s head. Waves of gentle orgasms were going off between Carol’s thighs, her cunt convulsing in liquid heat. Wet sounds filled the living room as her tongue lapped furiously at Patty’s tasty cunt.

She buried her tongue as deep as she could into the sugary, syrupy pussy, flicking it against the satiny cunt walls, feeling Patty’s clit convulsing against her upper lip. Carol was thrilled to feel Patty’s succulent cunt lips squeezing her tongue as she fucked it in and out. The sounds of Patty’s sobbing voice as she came excited Carol as much as eating this pussy did.

“Oh, God!” Patty was whimpering. “Oh, God … Oh, God! I’m cumming,
Carol! Oooooo, I’m cumming … so good … so beautiful!”

Carol held the girl’s twisting little ass tightly, feeling her ass cheeks flex in her hands as she fucked her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt. Her own pussy was going through a series of orgasms. Her body shook, her upturned ass waving about as she came.

Carol held her mouth against Patty’s cunt, feeling the girl starting to relax, her body going limp. She gently let Patty’s ass down, then pulled her hands away. She lowered her own ass and sat back, her legs straight out before her. She was still shaking from the pleasure. Her cheeks and chin were wet from Patty’s cunt, and her lips felt slightly puffy, bruised.

She watched with heavy, unfocused eyes as Patty lay where she was, legs still spread. The crotch of her panties seemed pulled to one side by some invisible
fingers. Carol saw the pale blonde pubic hair, the pink lips of that sweet cunt, and the tip of Patty’s clit.

Finally Patty struggled up, crossing her legs again in front of her. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she was smiling happily.

“I knew you wanted to lick me, Carol,” she said in her soft, whispery voice. “I knew you would lick me when I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor.” That was more than Carol knew.

“I came to see you because I knew what you wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much as you did.”

Carol shivered, seeing those bold eyes, wondering how a girl so young could see and understand so much. She had felt excitement seeing Patty’s panties in the ice cream parlor, of course, but … eating her cunt? She had not intended to lick the young girl’s pussy, not on a conscious level, anyway.

After sitting quietly like that, Patty on the couch, Carol on the floor, Patty bounced to her feet. “I’d like to come back again some time if you will let me.”

Before Carol could reply, Patty was gone.

Carol washed her face in her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face there. She had never eaten pussy before, yet she had willingly licked Patty’s cunt. She had found the young girl irresistible, and she had shoved her face into that sweet cunt–not just eagerly, but hungrily.

There had been something about Patty that Carol had been unable to understand, an attraction she had never felt for a girl in her entire life. She wasn’t sorry she had sucked that pussy, though–not a bit.

Carol had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Patty’s was. Carol threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Patty any day, although there was about fifteen years’ difference in their ages.

Carol lifted her skirt to her waist and looked at herself. She was wearing pantyhose, but no panties. The dark curls of her cunt showed clearly through the garment. Her hips were rounded– her thighs straight and full, yet slim. She twisted her neck and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was very shapely, still as firm as it had been when she was Patty’s age. The ass cheeks were full, rounded in an enticing way. Smoothing her skirt, she thought there was certainly nothing wrong with what she had. All the goodies were in place.

Carol hoped it wouldn’t be too long before her doorbell rang again and it would be that precious little piece of pussy she had just so lovingly tasted.

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Lauren meets Janice and has a passionate first lesbian experience with Janice.

My name is Lauren I live with my partner James and we have two young children.

We have lived next to Janice for a few years and have become used to hearing her temper tantrums, lots of shouting though to us she has always been very polite. She is probably in her mid 50s and overweight.

I noticed what I think as unusual behaviour soon after we moved into our house. I have seen her walking in the street in the nude at least five times. The first time I was placing my daughter in the car and could see her walking up the full length of the street naked thankfully I was sat in the car when she reached us so I did not have to acknowledge her.

I think nudity for women in our street is a hobby as I have seen at least six other women from the street nude. I am not certain what is going on!

Janice I knew most be up to something, before lockdown I had on occasions observed other men and women visit her and on other occasions she was picked up by a van.

At night during lockdown a large van had park opposite our house two or three times and Janice in her nightie would cross the road from where she lived and climb in to the back of the van.

This event occurred in early January 2021 just before England entered its 3rd lockdown

The kids were asleep, James and I had just finished an energetic love making session. James has part of one arm missing so always sleeps on his back. He had nodded off to sleep and I found myself thinking about Janice, what was the reason for her been so brazen that she would walk the streets nude in daylight. I wondered if this was a night for the van to be parked up.

I gently slipped out of bed to look out if the window and yes the big black van was there. I wanted to see inside the van I wanted to see Janice I could not say why. It was such a strong urge that I pulled my gown on to coved my nudity, crept downstairs trying not to wake the kids.

I stepped outside and shivered it was cold, my feet were bare. I felt drawn to the van and even more drawn to Janice as though she was a magnet. I have never had sexual feelings towards a woman so it was a strange sensation. I crossed the road and paused; I was nervous of what I might find in the van but also excited about seeing Janice. I stood about a minute considering and fighting the pull to open the van doors.

The decision was taken from me one of the doors opened and Dave Robinson ‘Rob’ was looking out of the door.

Rob had been a previous owner of our house and had visited us once to see his old house. He was short and fat, a creep and he smelt as though he needed a good wash.

I was surprised when he opened the door, Rob was naked.

“They said they would arrange someone,” he said.

I was surprised by that comment and not certain what it meant.

The van was warm, I noticed there were racks on the side of the van with, whips, chains, handcuffs and a range of sex toys.

On the floor was a large mattress Janice was laid on it. When she saw me Janice immediately stood up. My eyes were fixed on her I had never wanted a woman until now and I needed her. I didn’t know why this feeling had come over me!

She untied the cord of my gown so it slipped to the floor, we were stood naked facing each other. She kissed me her tongue in my mouth, within seconds we were french kissing, arms around each other.

We had both forgotten about Rob

The two of us embraced again and shared another kiss. I could feel Janice’s breasts against mine her nipples were hard. I enjoyed the feel of her tongue caressing mine, darting in and out of my mouth.

“Unnnghh…” I let out a little moan as Janice’s hands closed over my breasts. The she tenderly caressed them, squeezing them and running the tips of her fingers against my hard nipples. My breaths were shallow. I watched as Janice bent down and took my left nipple between her lips, gently suckling before switching to the right.

Her hands slid down, cupping my ass as she continued to kiss and suck on my breasts. My hips were gyrating now, grinding against Janice’s body.

We fell on to the mattress, she wasted no time straddling me, she leaned forward to share another kiss. This time, the kiss was cut short. Janice pulled away and pressed her lips against my neck, alternating between soft little nuzzles and playful bites.

Janice started sliding down, and I let out a soft little whimper of encouragement as I savoured the exquisite sensation of skin against skin. Janice returned to my breasts, showering them both with a flurry of kisses. By now I was gasping with each kiss, and when her lips finally enveloped my sensitive erect nipple, I let out an ecstatic cry. Neither James or previous boyfriends had ever made me feel like this.

“Ohh Janice” I hissed. “Please!, Ohhhhh my”

I suddenly became even wetter between my legs and I gasped feeling Janice’s hand drifting across my stomach, tracing down to pussy I opened my legs in anticipation.

She used one finger, and then two, in my pussy. They slid up and down along my slick inner folds, dipping briefly inside for a moment. That feeling of her in my body wax intense. Janice withdrew her fingers now, eyeing the thread of clear viscous liquid that stretched between them.

“Lauren , you’re so wet!” She brought her slimy fingertips to her mouth and licked them clean.

“Janice I want you!” I pleaded, I was desperate to climax. My hips were rocking back and forth as those fingers returned to the space between my legs.

“Fuck me please!”

She slowly eased her fingers inside me, so slowly, teasing me, I let out another loud moan of pleasure. She began thrusting her fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm as she reached further inside me. She eased a third finger inside now and she began thrusting a little harder and faster.

“Oh yes right there…don’t stop!”

Her fingers were rubbing my sensitive inner walls and clit. I was crying out the feelings were so intense. I had lost all my inhibitions all control my legs and body were thrashing about.

“Unnnghh!” I heard myself cry out loud.

My climax came in waves, causing my back to arch away from the mattress. My pussy began to spasm, firmly gripping Janice’s fingers. My pussy juices ran.

And then it passed, I was panting and trembling.

“That felt amazing…I have never come like that ever.”

We paused and then kissed, I now wanted to pleasure Janice, my first time with a woman was turning into the best experience of my life. Our lips came together.

“I need you, I need to come,” whispered Janice.

She exchanged another deep lingering kiss with me. I kissed Janice all over her body feeling its heat and the softness of her skin. I fondled her breasts.

I paused. “Does that feel good, Janice?”

“Oh yesss…” Janice whimpered.

I began kissing her way down and across her stomach, distributing a barrage of butterfly kisses around her hip bones.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against the damp thicket. Janice slowly spread her legs open.

Another sharp gasp came from her as my tongue entered her cleft and a flood of wetness was released. It was earthy and pungent; the aroma of a woman in heat, Janice tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue around her opening prompting a volley of hard, delighted gasps from Janice.

I found her clitoris with my tongue this elicited a loud groan from Janice. Her hips were quivering.

By the quickly mounting tension of Janice’s body, l knew it was coming.

Her orgasm came at first as a series of loud cries. I continued licking, her back tensed and arched upward and my mouth was flooded with her liquid.

We relaxed for a moment.

Then Janice pushed me on to my back on the mattress her palms made contact with my breasts, tenderly cupping and squeezing the firm little mounds.

Janice kissed my neck and slowly worked her way downward; dragging her lips to my stomach.

“God, I can’t wait,” I whimpered “Go lower, please…”

and I opened my legs as wide as I possibly could. Janice’s head was straight between my spread legs. Her lips and tongue were hot and licking me.

The intensity was such that I started to lose control again. My hips back and forth, moaning and sighing with sheer abandon.

“Oh my God!” I cried.

I was panting now; rapidly sucking in and releasing breaths as Janice feasted on my juices her tongue rapidly licking and dancing on my clit.

I moaned and wrapped my legs around Janice’s head holding her to my pussy as I came, I came like never before, muscles shaking and clenching it seemed to go on for an age and I did not want it to stop,

I collapsed back on to the bed with Janice laid panting on top of me.

I knew it was time to go. I looked up surprised I think we had both forgotten about Rob.

He was grinning.

“That was great to watch.” He smiled.

We had obviously turned him on as he had a big erection.

As I stepped out of the van I looked back, Rob was pushing his erection into Janice’s open mouth.

I walked across the road in the nude and quietly slipped into the house. I laid in bed remembering what had happened and hoping for a repeat performance another time.

In the morning it was the usual chaotic routine of getting the family ready for the day. The events of the night seemed strangely distance as though they had been a dream.

I went out to my car ready for work, on the bonnet was my gown which I had left in the van, neatly folded.

Two days later James was away, and Janice came on joined me in my bed rather than the hectic passion of our meeting in the van this was a slower but still passionate session we spent several hours in each others arms kissing, exploring our bodies and reaching several climaxes each.

A few days later I found myself in bed with Janice and a neighbour called Jane we had a really passionate two hours together.

Over the next few days the memory of that night and the days have faded rapidly which is why I have written about what happened I feel I am about to lose that memory.

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