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Father and Daughter Romance

Chapter Seven

The next two weeks seemed to fly by. Lindsey met up with Ellie whenever possible to fuck. She was becoming more and more needy when it came to her love life. Now she was sitting on the side lines of the football field as the other boys and girls played soccer. She was so exhausted.
The school quarter back sat down beside her, his small shorts and ripped shirt doing little to hide his muscular body. She eyed the huge lump in his shorts. “What are you doing in the bleachers?” he asked.
Lindsey leaned back, arching her spine a little to make her breasts seem larger. “I didn’t sleep well last night, so I am exhausted.”
Tommy reached over and squeezed her thigh. “Well, how about you come to my house tonight and we can stay up all night together.”
Lindsey smiled and rubbed the lump in his shorts. “You can’t handle me. I am way too hot for you.”
“Then we will see tonight?”
She winked at him. “Sure. I’ll be there at eight.”

(_)(_)(_)

Her stomach ached as Ellie sat in her bathroom. Fear was running through her. At first, she thought that it was the flu. Then she missed her period. Now she was sitting here, waiting for the results from her third pregnancy test. Her heart pounded. What would she do?
When the timer on her cell phone ringed, she clenched her eyes shut. Then her looked at the piece of plastic in her hand. Tears instantly broke through what little reserve she had left. Another positive. She was pregnant.
Just then, her cell phone rang. She put it to her ear as she tried to calm herself. “Hello?” she answered.
“Hey, Babe,” Lindsey said on the other end.
“Oh, hi. Lindsey, now isn’t a good time.”
“Are you okay?”
Ellie’s mind was racing. She didn’t want to lose Lindsey. “I am just not feeling well.”
“Okay. I love you. Call me if you need me.”
Ellie hung up and looked back at the pregnancy test. Everyone would hate her. Her world would be turned upside down. She tried not to sob. This was all so much to take in.
Some one knocked on the door and walked into her bathroom. She had just pulled up her panties and pants when her father entered. He saw her tear stained face and held her tight. “What’s wrong?”
She held in more tears. “Daddy, I am pregnant.”
He held her back at arms length and looked into her eyes. “What? Are you serious?”
“Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“Shit! This is all Lindsey’s fault! You can’t see her any more!”
“I love her!”
He sighed. “Am I the father?”
She looked down. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.
“Who else could it be?”
She sat back down on the toilet. “It could be Joseph’s. We had sex the night before Lindsey came over. I never thought that this would happen.”
“Well, we have to figure out a way to save our asses. You have to fuck another guy.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“Yes! Joseph and I are at risk!”
“Too bad! I won’t do it! I thought you cared about me. If you did, you would never have mentioned that.”
He held her close. “You’re right. I am sorry. Whatever happens, we will face it together.”

(_)(_)(_)

It was late when Lindsey knocked on the door of a very large house. She hadn’t realized how rich Tommy was. He answered the door in only his boxers, that same bulge clearly obvious through the thin material. “I feel over dressed,” she said as she walked into the house.
Tommy led her to the living room. The first thing she noticed was the huge camera pointing at the couch. “Are you planning on video taping us?”
He smirked. “Is that a problem?”
She tried not to blush. “I don’t know. I’m not very comfortable being filmed.”
He embraced her, and then kissed her gently. “Don’t worry. Only I will see it.”
Lindsey found herself kissing him back. He tasted so manly, and yet so sweet. She slid his boxers down and knelt in front of the camera. His throbbing cock felt thick in her hands as she licked it from base to tip. Tommy groaned and pulled her hair into a pony tail as she took his shaft down her throat. At first it was difficult, but she eventually got the hang of it. Then thoughts of Ellie ran through her mind.
She stood up, and judging by the look on Tommy’s face, that was the wrong thing to do. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
Lindsey looked away. “I can’t do this.”
“Too bad. You’re here. We’re doing this.”
He slammed her onto the couch and yanked her shirt off, and then proceeded to squeeze her bare breasts. “Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“Shut up, Slut!”
He slapped her hard, making her dizzy. Then he yanked off her shorts and panties in one tug. She screamed as he jerked her legs apart and rammed deep into her. It was the worst pain that she had ever experienced. “Please stop!”
Tommy wrapped his hands around her throat as he moved faster and faster, pumping his huge cock into her. Suddenly, though, there was a knock at the door. Lindsey screamed. He was fast to punch her in the jaw. “Shut the hell up!”
Before he could get up, though, Joseph kicked in the front door and entered the living room. He pointed his gun at Tommy’s head. “Freeze! Ruthville Police Department!”
“What the fuck? I know you! You’re her dad!”
“Which is why you’re lucky that I am just arresting you. I want to put a bullet in your skull.”
Joseph slammed Tommy against the wall face first and put cuffs on him. “Can I put on my pants?”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re lucky I haven’t castrated your ass.”
Lindsey jumped up and hugged her father, crying as he called the arrest in. When he was finished, he allowed her to get dressed before showing her outside. In the squad car, he pulled her close and kissed her. “I love you, Lindsey. What you are doing to yourself, though, is destroying you. Had I not followed you, Tommy would have killed you.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just have to get laid.”
“Well, maybe you need to see a councilor.”
She nodded as the other squad cars showed up. “You’re right. I love you, Daddy. Now, go talk to them so that we can get out of here.”
“Well, they are going to want me to get you to the hospital and do a rape kit. Then they will want to question you.”
“Okay. Just try to make this quick. I just want to go home.”

(_)(_)(_)

Ellie kept her face calm as she rang Lindsey’s door bell. Joseph had texted her to tell her about the rape. She had to see Lindsey, but she also had to tell Joseph about the baby. Everything just seemed to suddenly be going wrong. “Hey Ellie,” Joseph said as he opened the door.
She walked in and sighed. “Is your wife home?”
“No. She’s at work. I took the day off to take care of Lindsey.”
Ellie smiled. “You’re a great father.”
He held her close and looked into her eyes. “You said earlier that you had something to tell me,” he said.
Her heart raced. She had to tell him. “Joseph, I am pregnant.”
He froze, and then backed away. “Oh my god. I have messed up.”
“It could be yours or my father’s. But I am definitely pregnant.”
He finally hugged her tight and held her as she cried. “Lindsey will hate me,” she sobbed.
“No, sweetheart. Lindsey will understand. She is the sweetest girl in the world.”
Ellie looked up at him. That handsome face spoke volumes of love. This was the man who had her heart. She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. His masculine scent surrounded her as he pulled her shirt up.
As they entered the living room, she wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him. She had to have him right at that moment. He laid her back and quickly unsnapped her bra. So her nipples hardened in the cool air, but were quickly warmed and twisted in his mouth. Joseph unbuttoned and unzipped her pants quickly, and then yanked them off.
Joseph kissed her hard as he slid his pants and boxers off, kicking them pass his knees. Once he was free, he spread Ellie’s legs and slid deep into her warmth. She sighed heavily as he moved faster and faster. He grasped her hips, pumping into her with as much strength as possible. She groaned as he pounded deep into her hole, impaling her completely each time with his cock.
He couldn’t get enough, fucking her harder and faster. Ellie writhed beneath him as he fucked her, squeezing his cock with her muscles. Every time she came made it harder for him to hold his load. Just as he came, the front door opened. He jumped up and face his wife.
She looked from him to Ellie. Her face was overcome with horror and surprise. “What the fuck, Joe?”
“Honey…”
“Save it! You just fucked a sixteen-year-old girl!”
“Please, calm down.”
“How the hell am I supposed to calm down? How long has this been going on? Does her father know? Does Lindsey?”
Lindsey walked into the room in her t-shirt and panties. “Do I know what?”
When Lindsey saw her father and Ellie, she had to hold in her tears. “Oh, my God! You are fucking Ellie?”
“Lindsey, please don’t freak out.”
His wife rolled her eyes. “I am taking Lindsey to my sisters. Don’t worry, I won’t call the police. I’ll just meet with my lawyer and leave your ass with nothing. See if I don’t own this house by the time I am done.”
Lindsey ran up to her room to get dressed and grab some clothes. Ellie got dressed. “I should go,” she mumbled, and then hurried out the door.
His wife glared at him. “You are sick, Joseph! I can’t believe you!”
“I am sorry, Helen!”
“No, you are an asshole! Sorry doesn’t begin to describe your worthless ass!”
She stormed out of the house. Then Lindsey walked in with her and her mother’s bags. “I can’t believe you two would do this to me,” she said.
“Sweetie, I am so sorry.”
“Fuck you, Dad. You just showed me how much you love me.”
Once she left, he sat there crying. In seconds, his entire life had come crashing down around him. He sobbed as he lay there. Now, he would have nothing.

Chapter Eight
TWO MONTHS LATER

Joseph had gotten an apartment with two rooms on the other side of town. His wife had left him, and she now owned the house. Good thing was, Lindsey decided that she wanted to stay with him. She was moving in today. So, he was preparing her room in a way she would like it. She would still have her room back home, since she would be going to see her mother every two weeks.
As he sat in the living room and waited, his hear pounded. He was glad that Lindsey wanted to be with him, but he was worried about Ellie. She hadn’t called or visited him for two months. Was the baby okay? Was she afraid to be with him?
The doorbell rang, and he ran to answer it. When he saw his baby girl, his breath was taken away. She looked amazing in her tight gray tank top and low riding blue jeans. She smiled, and gave him a look suggesting that she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. Just as she entered, sliding by him, his ex wife approached. “Did my brother bring over her boxes yesterday?” Helen asked.
“Yeah. Do you want her to call you later?”
“She has her cell phone. Whenever she needs me, she can call. Well, I will see you in two weeks.”
Joseph shut the door as she left. When he turned around, Lindsey jumped into his arms. She wrapped her leg around his hips and kissed him hard. “Fuck, I missed you,” she gasped.
He laid her back on the couch and kissed her once more, tasting her sweet lips for the first time in what felt like forever. She moaned softly as he nipped her neck and pulled her shirt over her head. When he claimed a nipple, she gasped and ran her fingers through his hair. “I missed you, Daddy,” she said softly.
He slid up and kissed her. “I missed you too, Baby.”
“Ellie got her due date. It’s May twelfth.”
He gave her an odd look. “You two still talk?”
“Yeah, Daddy. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Well, she hasn’t called me or come by in two months.”
Lindsey sighed. “She’s worried, Dad. She is young and scared of becoming a mother. She doesn’t want to get an abortion, but she knows that she can’t handle motherhood.”
Joseph nodded. “Not everyone is fit for the job.”
“Maybe…I am,” Sarah said, looking nervous.
He smiled. “Are you trying to say that you want to get pregnant?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. I could take Mom’s place. We could move somewhere far away and start over.”
“Your mother will want to see you.”
“Then she can buy me a plane ticket.”
“It will break her heart, Lindsey. And besides, you should go to college and marry a guy your own age.”
She shook her head. “No. I want to be your wife, Daddy. It’s only right. We have made love, and we enjoy being together.”
“You’re right. But before I make my decision, invite Ellie over. I need to talk to her.”
Lindsey nodded. “I’ll call her, but you have to take care of me right now.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She nodded. “My pussy needs a good hard fucking, Daddy.”

(_)(_)(_)

Joseph smiled when Ellie and Lindsey walked into the living room. Sarah sat beside him and Ellie sat on the chair to his right. “How are you feeling?” he asked her.
“Okay, I guess. Lindsey said you wanted to talk to me.”
He nodded. “Are you sure that you are not prepared for parenthood?”
“Yes. I can’t handle it.”
“Well, I am prepared to adopt the baby. You would be able to come visit her if you ever decided that you wanted to. But Lindsey and I think it sounds like a good idea.”
Ellie smiled. It looked as if he had taken the weight of the world off her shoulders. “I would like that. But I don’t think I will be visiting her.”
Lindsey was surprised. “Why would you say that?” she asked.
“My mom and dad are getting a divorce too. My mother wants my brother and I to move with her to Arizona. She wants to wait until after the baby is born, though. Once you guys adopt it, that will be goodbye for me.”
Tears were forming in Lindsey’s eyes. He best friend in the entire world was leaving. As Ellie left later that day, Sarah wanted to cry. She went up to her father’s bedroom and laid their. She sobbed, her heart aching.
Only when she felt her father rubbing her back did she turn around. She fell into his embrace and cried softly. “Will anything ever go right?” she asked, sniffling.
“One day, Baby.”

Chapter Nine
Seven Months Later

Joseph hefted the car seat through his front door as Lindsey walked behind him. His beautiful sixteen-year-old lover was beaming. They walked up to the room that they had converted into a nursery. It was decorated with pinks and yellows. It was perfect for their daughter, Leah. She was beautiful.
Lindsey carefully laid the child down in her crib, and then hugged him tightly. “I am so happy.”
He smiled, kissing her head. “Me too, Baby.”
“I am tired, though. Saying good bye to Ellie wore me out.”
“You did cry a lot,” he said.
“She was my best friend.”
He held her tight. As they embraced, she looked up and locked lips with him. It was like fueling an already raging fire. He picked her up by her ass, and she threw her arms and legs around him. As he walked her to the bedroom, he kissed her deeper. It was passionate and hot.
Joseph laid her down and gently unbuttoned her light blue blouse. The bra that he found underneath was blue lace, and he enjoyed pulling it off her. He nipple hardened in his mouth as nibbled on them with his teeth. “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, running her fingers through his hair.
Her kissed each breast before pulling off his own shirt and moving down her body. She sighed happily as he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly peeled them off her slim figure. Once she was down to her blue lace thong, he dived between her legs. She moaned as he inhaled her sweet scent. “I am so wet, Daddy,” she whimpered, raising her hips for him.
He smirked and peeled her thong off. Diving into her crotch once more, he buried his face. He licked her wet cunt, and she moaned loud. He loved tasting her and fucking her tight pussy with his fingers. He finally had enough and kicked off his jeans and boxers. He slid up and kissed her, pressing his hard cock against the glove that so easily welcomed it.
Lindsey raised her hips and cried out as he sunk deep into her. Joseph thrust hard as she squeezed him in a moment of lust and pleasure. He lifted her hips and fucked her harder and faster, pounding her little pussy into oblivion. She rocked her hips to meet each thrust, not wanting him to leave her hole. Their sweat mingled together between their united bodies. Lindsey was moaning louder, more erratic.
Joseph groaned as they came together, their fluids sinking into her. He held her close, still completely buried in her sweet teenage pussy. “I love you, Lindsey.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” she said while breathing heavily.

(_)(_)(_)

Weeks had passed, and Lindsey found herself at her mother’s. She hated being away from her father. He had to hire a temporary nanny while she was at school or her mother’s and while he worked. It was hard on them to be away from Leah, but it was necessary. Every minute that Lindsey was away from Leah, though, it made her heart ache.
She was laying on the couch watching television when her brother walked through the front door. “Brian,” she squealed as she jumped into his arms.
“Hey, Sis. I missed you. What’s new?”
“Not much. How about you?”
They sat on the couch, and she cuddled up to him. “Well, I am getting my own apartment, Lindsey. This whole thing between Mom and Dad has got me thinking. I figured that I should settle down while I can.”
Lindsey smiled. “You will make some girl very happy,” she said, rubbing his chest.
The door opened again, and David walked in. Lindsey had only met David a couple of times, but she could tell that he was handsome. He seemed a lot like her father, maybe a little younger. He was tall, and muscular. His tan skin and brown eyes were gorgeous. His short black hair was only slightly graying. All in all, he wasn’t bad looking.
Brian patted her thigh. “I am gonna go lay down kiddo. I will see you later.”
As Brian left the room, Lindsey looked at where David stood in the door way. “What have you been up to?” she asked.
“Just got off work. Your mother home?”
“Not yet. She called and said that she would be working late.”
David sighed. “Good. I am dog tired.”
She followed him as he walked toward her mother’s bed room. It was the same place that she had lost her virginity to her father. Just the memory of that night made her pussy clench with an aching need. When David turned and noticed her standing in the door way, he smiled uncomfortably. “You should go watch tv. I need to take a shower.”
Lindsey made a pouting face. “I am sorry. I just thought that maybe we could hang out.”
He approached her and quickly embraced her. As they held each other, she looked up into his eyes. “I want to love you like Mom does,” she said in her softest, most seductive voice.
David backed away a little. “Lindsey, you need to go. I really need a shower.”
She took his hand and placed it on her breast over her shirt. “You will fuck me, or I will tell Mom that you touched me.”
“Lindsey, stop,” he said as he pulled his hand away.
“I demand that you fuck me.”
His attitude suddenly changed. David wrapped a hand around her throat and slammed her against the wall. She cried as she smacked her head. “You’re hurting me,” she choked out.
“Good. You want sex? I will give it to you!”
He ripped off her thin tank top and pinched her nipple hard. She screamed. “Stop it! Brian, help!”
David threw her onto the bed and yanked her shorts and panties off in one tug. “David can’t help you! You wanted this! Now take it!”
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock. Then he jerked her legs apart and smiled up at her. “You have a pretty cunt. I bet that’s what made your daddy want to fuck young girls. Did you fuck him too?”
She slapped him, and then instantly regretted the action. He rammed his entire length into her in one thrust. She cried out as he moved his hips, pummeling her with his enormous cock. “You’re such a bitchy little slut,” he growled as he thrust faster.
Once he came, he threw her onto the ground. “Now, get out of this room! You are filthy!”
Lindsey cried as she grabbed her clothes and left. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed Joseph’s number. She told him what had happened. Just as she hung up, though, Brian entered the room. “Lindsey, why are you crying? Why are you naked?”
She sniffled. “David raped me.”

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After what happened to me in 2022, I didn’t think I would ever write again. It’s at “Mila’s” insistence that I’ve written this. She says it’s therapeutic. She also says she’ll read it. So here goes.

On the tenth of March, 2022, I was nearly killed in a traffic accident.

I was driving down the highway. It was a stretch that wound along the side of a hill, with a steep slope up on the left and an equally sharp drop on the right, both sides heavily forested with pine trees. The sky was covered in clouds so low and thick that it was nearly dark although by the clock it was only mid-afternoon. It had been raining heavily and was still drizzling, with water draining off the slope to the left washing across the road.

It was a Thursday and, I had had a tough week. I’d been organising a conference on behalf of my employer in another city. The conference had finished the previous night. I had spent the morning settling final bills and taking care of all the rest of the minutiae that accompanies this kind of undertaking, as anyone else who’s ever done it must know.

In any case, it was late morning when I finally managed to get in my car and set off home, through torrential rain. One stop for petrol and another for lunch later, I was driving down the mountain road, rotating my shoulders and neck to reduce the stress-ache that had gripped them. The traffic was light, and I began to hope I would be home in time for supper..

At that moment I felt a tremendous blow from behind, which flung me off my seat and into my seatbelt, and my car twisted sharply to the right. All I remember seeing is the road vanish from in front of me, reappear to my left, and then disappear altogether as my car swung even further round, tree branches whipping against my windscreen as I went off the road and down the steep slope.

I didn’t have the slightest idea what had happened. I didn’t even have time to be scared. I just remember a very calm voice in the back of my mind, saying ”That’s it, these are the last seconds of my life. I’m going to die now.”

I haven’t any recollection of the actual crash or much of what happened afterwards. I do remember hanging in my seat, the seatbelt digging into my chest, my face pressed against the air bag. I could see nothing, I could hardly breathe, and I couldn’t move or even feel my legs. I don’t recall pain except in my right upper forehead. There was something very wrong with my right shoulder, but I couldn’t tell what. The only thing I remember apart from that is a voice somewhere close by, saying, in a shocked tone, “She’s still alive. There’s so much blood…but I think she’s still alive.” I remember that voice very well.

Later I was told that I was conscious and lucid enough to repeatedly ask, while I was being removed from the wreck and then in the ambulance, whether I still had my legs. But not only do I have no memory of that, I don’t recall being taken out of the car or the ambulance at all.

The next real memory I have is of waking up in a hospital bed. My forehead was gashed to the bone, my right shoulder had been dislocated, and both my lower legs had compound fractures. I had also broken bones in both feet and had a long slash up my left forearm that had only just avoided laying open a major blood vessel.

What had happened? An overloaded lorry, driving down the wet decline, had lost control and swung round the bend far too quickly. It had smashed into my car from behind and sent it spinning off the road.

The driver was arrested, but I don’t know what happened to him afterwards. At this point it doesn’t matter anyway.

The only reason I was alive, I discovered, was my much mocked slow driving. Even with an open road before me I average fifty kilometres per hour and never exceed seventy. If I’d been going much faster I’d have been catapulted all the way downhill and they’d have had to scrape me up with a spoon.

So, I was told, I was “lucky”, only I did not feel lucky. I had rods in the bones of both my lower legs, stitches in my forehead and left forearm, and my right shoulder was in a pressure bandage. I was in a haze comprising equal parts painkillers and pain. I was in a hospital bed, subject to the indignities of bedpans and sponge baths, and at that time I was far from convinced that I would ever walk again.

I especially hated the bedpan, and kept apologising to the nurses for having to use it. They were quite cheerful about it, really, and kept telling me – something I was already heartily sick of – that I was so lucky to have survived. About the only exception was a tall and sultry looking young woman whom I’ll call Amanda, who used to give me my sponge baths. She never tried to be artificially cheery with me.

Though we never talked about it, I was convinced Amanda had some kind of empathy for my situation. When she bathed me, her hands would gently linger on my stitches and she always smoothed back my hair and tell me what she could see about the rate of healing from her experience. I wondered if she’d ever been in a bad accident herself, but wanting to talk about pain and bloodshed was the last thing I wanted to do.

Eventually I was released from hospital. My employer’s insurance paid the bills. Still in pain, with both lower legs and feet encased in blue acrylic casts, I was taken home. My mother had turned up to feed the goldfish and “take care of me”, and those who have read the previous episodes in my chronicles can tell how that went. She all but accused me of trying to get myself killed in exactly the same fashion my father had done, just to hurt her. Once the casts were off and I – albeit with the aid of two crutches – was able to make my way around the flat, I asked her to no longer keep her life on hold on my behalf.

My life, however, was well and truly on hold. I had changed jobs in mid 2021, and my new employer had allowed me to work from home, so I was not unemployed and didn’t have to live on my savings. That’s a joke, by the way, that word “savings”. However, the first time I was recovered enough to go out in the street, I was hit by a panic attack. I crumpled down in a shop doorway, literally struggling to breathe.

“Do you need help, love?” an elderly woman asked. I looked up at her, and I don’t know what I answered, but she helped me up along with her daughter and offered me a lift home. And then I discovered that I could not make myself get into her car. I absolutely couldn’t do it.

That night I had the first of the nightmares. I don’t recall the exact details, but it was of a pattern that has grown horribly familiar to me over the last couple of years. I am at the wheel of my car. Sometimes I’m lost, driving aimlessly along a dark road under a dark sky, conscious that something is behind me and gaining on me, but I can’t see what it is. Other times I’m driving down a nearly vertical slope, wrestling the steering wheel, knowing that whatever I do I can’t turn aside from whatever awaits me at the bottom. Sometimes it’s boulders, sometimes a deep pit, sometimes an expanse of water, or sometimes nothing at all. And on yet other occasions there’s something in the car with me, something I can’t see but which is out to kill me.

I came awake in a way that, too, has become familiar; curled into a foetal position, my arms wrapped as tightly around myself as possible, my fingernails digging into the flesh of my upper arms hard enough to draw blood. It was two in the morning. I couldn’t get to sleep again.

Since then these dreams have become so frequent that I have cut my fingernails to the quick and taken to sleeping in T shirts with sleeves long enough to protect my upper arms. The anti-anxiety medications I’ve been given haven’t helped much. Sometimes they keep me sleeping when I would normally escape from the dream by coming awake.

My car was almost new, and the insurance payment was enough for me to be able to afford to replace it, but I simply could not. Even the thought of sitting in a car again made my heart race and my lips grow numb.

Virtually self-confined to my flat, I lost every shred of confidence in myself. I felt utterly unattractive, without the slightest shred of self-worth. The only thing that kept me going at times was the memories of the past, the love affairs I’d had. At other times those same memories would be a cruel reminder of what I had no longer. And of course my libido had ceased to exist. When I tried to masturbate, I couldn’t even rouse a flicker of self-arousal, forget an orgasm.

No, 2022 was not the best year I have ever had.

Then one day – something over a year after the accident – my doorbell rang. It was a Saturday so I was off work, sitting on the sofa trying to immerse myself in a rereading of the second volume of the unexpurgated edition of The One Thousand Nights And One Night. Since I hadn’t ordered any deliveries, and I was in no mood (or for that matter clad) for visitors, I was tempted to ignore it until whoever it was went away. But then I heard an extremely familiar voice calling my name.

“Juliana, I know you’re in there. Open the door or I’ll call a locksmith to open it.”

My head whipped round, my mouth opening in surprise. “Coming”, I called, and – dragging on a pair of shorts over my naked lower body – I went to the door (I was still wearing the T shirt I’d slept in because why not?). “Oh my Cthulhu. It’s you.”

“You were expecting someone else?” I hadn’t met Mila in four or five years, but she hadn’t changed at all. She’s one of those women who in their mid forties still somehow manage to look as though they’re 20, and without the aid of plastic surgery or tons of professionally applied makeup. “May I come in?”

I realised I was standing blocking the door and goggling up at her like an imbecile. “Come in, of course. What made you turn up suddenly?”

She perched on the sofa and picked up the book. “Ah, Shahrazad,” she said. “Probably the greatest character in fiction. I often wish I could meet her.”

“Mila…”

“Yes, well…” She looked me up and down, from my unkempt hair to my nail-polish-less toes. “I’ve been going out of my mind with worry about you. After your accident…”

“You know about that?”

She frowned. “Of course I know about that. Do you imagine I live under a stone? Why didn’t you call me?”

I didn’t know. “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m just not important enough to bother anybody.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m here, aren’t I?” She looked me over again. “Juliana, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m fine.”

“Of course you aren’t. Just look at you. When did you last eat?”

I couldn’t remember. Probably the previous evening.

“I thought so. I’m going to make lunch for you.”

“But I’m not hungry,” I protested.

“I’m going to make lunch for you, Juliana.”

So she made me two egg and bacon sandwiches and sat watching me eat. “I took a fortnight off work to check up on you,” she said. “And I’m very glad I did. You look as though you’re about to fall apart.”

“I’m all…” I began, and caught the look in her eyes. “No, I’m not all right. But I’ll get better.”

“Not the way you look, you won’t. I’m going to stay and look after you.”

“I can’t let you waste your leave on me!”

“The subject isn’t open for discussion.” She got the closed look on her face that I knew so well from our college days, the one that said that her mind was made up and wouldn’t be swayed. “You can kick me out if you want, of course, but all that’ll mean is I’ll move to an hotel nearby. I won’t leave you alone like this.”

“I won’t kick you out,” I said. “But why, Mila? Why are you doing this?”

“Do you think I could draw a peaceful breath when I know how you’re hurting?” Her eyes went to the scar across my forehead. “Is that from…?”

“Yes,” I said. “I have a lot more…all over my body. It’s all cut up.”

“You’re still beautiful,” Mila said, reaching out to touch my forehead. “You need to realise that. Tell me what’s going on?”

I told her what I could. Some of the things, like the dreams, I couldn’t find the words to express, so I said I hadn’t been sleeping well.

“I’m not surprised with all you’ve gone through. Did they refer you to a physiotherapist?”

“No, but they gave me some exercises for my leg and foot muscles. I do them, at least when I remember to.” I laughed, and my laugh sounded to my own ears like a bark. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed. “I haven’t exactly felt much incentive to remember to.”

Mila’s eyes were dark with concern. Suddenly she stood up. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want to see everything. All the damage this did you. That means physical as well as mental.” She smiled just a little. “It’s not as though I haven’t seen you naked before, you know.”

Not altogether willingly, I took off my T shirt and shorts. Mila didn’t say anything for a minute, then she got up and took my hand.

“You’re still the same person under the scars,” she said. “You’re still beautiful. You need to realise that. Nothing’s changed, not really.”

“You think so?”

“I know it” She pulled off her top and began unhooking her bra. “Now, I’m hot and sticky. I need a shower.”

“The bathroom’s over there.” I sighed slightly. “I remember showering with you.”

“Want to do it together again now?”

I began putting on my clothes again. “No.”

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Late that afternoon Mila asked me to get dressed. “We’re going out.”

“I can’t,” I said. “I can’t even get into a car. I told you.”

“We’re not going to take my car. We’re just going to walk around the neighbourhood, visit the park, and then go out for dinner someplace nearby.”

I didn’t want to, but Mila wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I reluctantly pulled on a pair of denim trousers, a shirt, and trainers. It had been days since I’d last even been down to the street, and my heart began racing as soon as I saw the cars rushing by. Then Mila grasped my hand and held it tight.

“I’m with you,” she said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

That helped a bit, and I walked beside her, but I still couldn’t relax until we got to the park. I sat with my back against a tree and Mila surprised me by lying down on the grass and plonking her head in my lap. “Remember when we used to do this back in college?”

Despite myself, I chuckled. “The way I remember it, I was the one who used to put her head on your lap.”

“So? At least one of us gets to put her head on the other person’s lap.” She smiled up at me and reached up to run her fingertip down my nose to my lips and chin. “Juliana…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll help you get better. That’s a promise.”

I sighed and looked up at the sky. It had been a long time since I’d taken a look at it. There were lines of white cloud, like ripples on water, and a bright yellow speck that was probably a light plane. I wondered what it would be like to fly one. “I can only say I hope it’s possible.”

Later, as dusk was falling, we went to a restaurant. It was rather dark, the decor was dull red lighting and walls that were made to look like the inside of a cave, and there were artificial flames flickering in niches. The waitresses were dressed like devils.

“I’ve never been here,” I said. “Wonder what the food’s like.”

The food was all right, more than all right in fact. As we were finishing, Mila looked over my shoulder. “That party over there, at the table behind you. One of the women has been looking at you ever since they sat down. Someone you know?”

I turned just as the woman Mila had mentioned turned to look at me again. There was something very familiar about her but I couldn’t think where we might have met. Then she got up and walked over.

“Hello, Ms L_____,” she said. “I thought it was you. Are you fully recovered?”

“Yes, well…” Then I finally recognised her. “Amanda! I didn’t know you out of your uniform.”

She grinned. “We do have lives outside the hospital, you know.”

I introduced Mila. “This is a very old friend of mine. She’s visiting me for a couple of weeks.”

Amanda and Mila exchanged glances. “She said you took great care of her,” Mila said, completely untruthfully. I’d never mentioned Amanda to her. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”

“Um…” Amanda glanced over her shoulder. “I need to get back to my friends. Ms L_____…”

“Call me Juliana, please. Nobody except at work calls me by my surname.”

“Juliana. Could I have your phone number?”

Somewhat surprised, I gave it to her. She gave me hers, darted one more look at Mila, and went back to her group. Mila chortled.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Here you are, feeling unworthy and unattractive, and that girl over there is head over heels fallen for you.”

“What? That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on. She’s been looking at you as though she could barely stop herself from tearing your clothes off right here, and the way she looked at me…”

“How did she look at you?”

“The daggers shooting out of her eyes were a metre long.” Mila laughed again. “She’s got it bad. My Juliana, the breaker of hearts.”

“She must be half our age,” I protested.

“How does that make a difference?” Our waitress came to the table and Mila asked for the bill. “Didn’t you ever get any signals from her when you were in hospital?”

I thought back. “No…” I began, then I had a memory of Amanda bathing me. Did her hands only linger over my cuts and bruises? Suddenly I remembered her sponging my breasts with just enough circular movements to make my nipples perk up, and how she moved the sponge down my cleft while cleaning my pudendal area, always with a little twirl or two round my clitoris. Under other circumstances I would have noticed it, but in the hospital sex was the last thing on my mind.

“Realising something?” Mila said, watching me. “She does fancy you, then?”

“Shut up.” I couldn’t still make myself really believe that Amanda fancied me, but it gave me a strange feeling that it could even be a possibility anymore.

While we were leaving, though I didn’t turn to look at her, I felt Amanda’s eyes on me all the way.

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Sometime that night I came awake to Mila shaking me. “Juliana, wake up! What’s happening?”

My eyes flew open. Mila was leaning over me, her eyes wide with alarm. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You were shaking and crying out and making terrible noises.” Mila turned on the bedside lamp. “Is it dreams?”

“The dreams,” I said. “I should have got used to them by now, but I never do.” I was still clutching my upper arms and I had to force my hands to unclench from the shirt’s sleeves. “Now you know why I started wearing this instead of sleeping in the nude.”

“What was the dream about? Can you talk about it?”

“The usual thing. I’m in my car and something terrible’s going to happen. I think this time the car was on fire and I couldn’t stop or jump out.” I told her about the other dreams. “It’s like that, four or five nights a week. I rarely get any proper sleep.”

Mila reached out and pulled me into her naked embrace. “I’ll hold you,” she said, kissing my forehead. “Try to get to sleep.”

It took some doing, but I managed it. Mila held me throughout. I think she stayed awake the rest of the night, holding me like that.

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“Know what we’re doing today?” Mila asked after breakfast.

“No, what?”

“Well, the first thing, we’ll go sit in my car.” She held up a hand before I could begin objecting. “No, we aren’t driving anywhere. I just want you to sit in the car with me. Is that all right?”

She wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so we finally went down to the ground floor car park. Her car was a lot larger than mine had been, with correspondingly greater headroom and space. All the same, I began hyperventilating the moment I’d managed to persuade myself to climb into the front passenger seat.

“Hey,” Mila said, climbing in next to me, behind the wheel. “I’m with you, remember?” She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently. “I’m right here next to you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

After some time, my breathing quietened down, but my fingers were still clutched into fists and I could feel my toes curled tight inside my shoes. Mila stroked my head until, little by little, I could make them relax. “Feeling better now?”

“What is this? Are you trying to cure my car-o-phobia by acclimatisation?”

“Exactly. Are you more comfortable now?”

I was, actually. “I can actually breathe in this,” I said, looking around, almost in wonder. “Incredible.”

“Good. This afternoon, I was thinking, we could go for a short drive.”

“Where?”

“I made appointments at a beauty parlour for us. You need a good do-over, and so do I.”

She didn’t, of course, and we both knew it. That afternoon, I crunched myself down in the passenger seat when she started the engine and drove out of the car parking, but my body didn’t react anywhere near as badly as I’d expected. Even so, by the time we got to the beauty parlour, I was sweating.

Mila hadn’t been joking. She got us both the works, including a haircut and styling, manicure and pedicure, and followed by a full Brazilian waxing for me.

I protested, saying I didn’t feel any desire for sex anymore and so didn’t need it. “So what?” she replied. “One of these days you will, and then you’ll want to have your vagina nice and hairless.”

“It’s vulva,” I informed her for the nth time. “The term is ‘vulva’. The vagina is what’s inside.”

Mila grinned. “She’s coming back,” she said. “The old Juliana is coming back!”

I felt a bit strange afterwards, when everything was over. It was as though I had sloughed off an entire outer layer from my hair to the soles of my feet. I was so busy analysing the sensation that I didn’t even remember to be stressed when Mila drove us back.

“Today went so well,” she said, as the lift bore us flatwards, “that I think we should have a party.”

“A party?” I asked. “Where?”

“Right here at home,” she said. “I’ll get some wine, we’ll find some sexy movies like we used to back in college, and we’re set.”

“We aren’t back in college now, Mila.”

“All the more reason to do it, then.”

The wine she got was red; I knew she preferred white, but she knew that I detest white wine, and she got red because she wanted to please me. It made me tear up slightly.

“Mila,” I said. “I haven’t talked about this before, but what will your lover think of you spending this time with me?”

“Lover?”

“You have one, don’t you? A boyfriend or girlfriend? You always have one.”

She snorted. “I’m unencumbered these days. But do you really think I would stand for it if I had one and he or she told me not to spend time helping one of my oldest and dearest friends?” She kissed my forehead, right above the scar. “Juliana, you’re a lot more important than you think. To me, at least.”

I couldn’t think of what to say, so I hugged her. She hugged me back, hard.

“I love you, Juliana,” she said.

Later, we sat on my bed, sipping wine and watching softcore porno movies on the same laptop on which I’m writing this. Mila was naked. I had at first had on a T-shirt and shorts, but when Mila, watching some simulated sex on the screen, spread her legs and began rubbing her clitoris with the tip of her forefinger, I began to feel suddenly rather warm. Finally, when Mila’s finger disappeared inside her vagina, I felt hot enough to take off the T-shirt.

Mila grinned. “Are you getting aroused?”

“Aroused?” I scoffed, pointing at the screen, where an impossibly perky-breasted woman in very tall white high heels was grinding on top of a man so smoothly muscular you immediately suspected him of being full of steroids up to the ears. “At that?”

“Not that,” Mila said, her lips curling in a smile of amusement as her free hand circled her nipples. “Not at that.”

“I can’t get aroused,” I protested. “I already told you, I can’t even get wet anymore.”

“Your flush and your nipples don’t agree,” Mila said. “Just look at yourself.”

I looked down. Though I’m too dark for a blush to really show, my nipples were tiny erect points. “Hey!”

“And I’ll bet if you take off those shorts, you’ll find things are a bit changed there as well.” Mila took her finger out of her vagina and slowly, sensuously, licked it. “Still think you can’t get aroused anymore?”

“I…” Suddenly I felt very hot and restless. “I think I need to shower,” I said.

“Good idea.” She swung her long legs off the bed. “Let’s do it together.”

This time I didn’t refuse. I needed Mila, though I couldn’t really say for what. Mila seemed to know better than I did, because when we were both in the shower, without warning she turned the flexible shower attachment so that the jet of water played right on my slit. The sensation was so strong that I almost convulsed.

“There!” she said. “I told you!”

She kept the water jet on my clit for what seemed like eternity but was probably two minutes, leaving me gasping for breath, with a tightness in my lower belly I had not expected ever to feel again. It gave me a luscious sensation that, while it didn’t make me come, did give me the hope that my sexuality wasn’t quite dead. Then she kissed me, a big sloppy kiss.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said, once we’d towelled ourselves dry. “Tonight you can sleep naked, if you want. I’ll save you from your dreams.”

That night she held me until I fell asleep. I woke up once in the middle of the night, not from a dream, and though she was sleeping, her feet were tangled with mine and her hand draped over my arm. It gave me a feeling that I was safe, and, after a few minutes, I could go back to sleep.

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The next day was Monday, so I had to get on the computer and begin the day’s work. And right from the start it began to go wrong.

I’ve said before that I’m not a people person. Coping with other humans has never come easy to me, and that day I had to deal with one problem after another and be nice to people whom I would not normally have given the time of day. By quitting time I was stressed and frustrated, the back of my neck and my shoulders throbbing.

Mila had gone out earlier, and she returned just then carrying a bag. One look at me and she knew something was wrong. “What happened?”

“Bad day at work,” I muttered. “Forget it.”

“No, let’s not forget it.” She came up behind my chair and rubbed my shoulders. “Poor Juliana, your muscles are so stiff. You need a massage.”

“Yeah? Who’s going to massage me?”

“I will, of course.” She poked the bag she’d put down with her foot. “I was planning to give you one anyway. That’s why I went out to buy essential oils and stuff.” Taking out a plastic sheet from the bag, she went into the bedroom and came back. “That’s so the oils don’t get on the sheets while I’m rubbing you down.”

I stared at her. “When did you ever learn to massage?”

“Remember that older man I was seeing a few years ago? Bobby? The CEO?”

“Yes…?”

“Well, he insisted on massages, said they relaxed him. I didn’t want some masseuse getting her hooks on him, so I taught myself to do it. I don’t have any formal training, but I’m pretty good at it by now, if I do say so myself.” She poked me. “Get up, get naked, and get on the bed.”

With an involuntary shudder of disgust at the day I’d had, I closed down the laptop and began stripping. This just required me to remove my white business shirt, string tie, and bra, and then all I had on was my shorts, which Mila pulled down around my ankles.

“Hey,” I protested. “I would have taken those off, eventually.”

She snorted. “Eventually. Right. Get on that bed and lie on your tummy.”

I did, with a pillow under my face. Mila stripped herself, then fetched a couple of bottled from the bag as I turned my head to watch. She went behind me, and then I felt a trickle of liquid down my spine. Mila’s strong hands then came down on my shoulders and began kneading. Slowly, a warm glow began to flow through my skin as her touch loosened muscles that had been tight too long from stress.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” she said when she came to my right shoulder joint, the one that had been dislocated. I felt myself instinctively tense up again, but there was no pain, not even discomfort. She moved on to my arms, finally taking my hands in hers one by one and rubbing them, then stroking my fingers.

“Not for your back and legs,” she said, and moved down to them. Her fingers worked along the line of my back, and suddenly I felt her hair brush me as she stooped down to plant a kiss on the middle of my spine.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“I just thought how close you came to having this broken as well.” For a moment her voice seemed on the verge of cracking, but surely that couldn’t be. I couldn’t imagine Mila crying. “Couldn’t risk losing you. I have so few of my old friends left.”

“I’m still here,” I said. “I’ve no intention of disappearing.”

“I know, but I can’t let you kill yourself by neglect either.” Her hands moved on my lower back, from my spine out to my hips and back, in circles. I moaned. “Does that hurt?”

“No, the opposite.” I moaned again. “This feels so good.”

I was sinking into languor by the time she moved on to my bottom, rubbing and squeezing my buttocks before going on down to my thighs and calves. She was very careful with my calves, asking again if it hurt.

“No,” I said, “Keep going.”

She bent my right knee and lifted my lower leg till my foot was resting between her breasts, then took the foot in her hands and began rubbing the sole. I have very sensitive and ticklish feet, and she made sure to put enough pressure so that I didn’t flinch and draw my foot away. Then I felt a sensation like an electric shock go through me as she flicked her tongue across my toes. Involuntarily, I let out a giggle.

“How I love to hear that sound,” Mila said, and moved on to my other foot. This time I was prepared for her to kiss my toes, but I still couldn’t suppress the giggle.

“Turn over,” Mila ordered. “Let’s do your front.”

Obediently, I rolled on to my back. Mila leant over me as she began working on my shoulders again, this time from the front, rotating her torso so that her dangling nipples made little circles on my chest. This is a sensation so excruciating that only someone with really ticklish skin who has experienced it will appreciate it.

“Aaaah!” I tried to push my back into the mattress to move my skin away from her nipples. “Stop that!”

“In a bit,” she said, grinning. Then her hands went to my breasts and she began rolling and kneading them. Instantly, I felt my nipples stiffen.

I moaned again, and this time Mila didn’t ask if I was in any pain. Taking my nipples in her fingers, she gently twisted them, making me gasp. I felt a clenching sensation in my lower belly, and knew that I was beginning to lubricate.

By the time Mila released my breasts, I was breathing hard and I didn’t need her to tell me I was sex-flushed; I could feel the heat of it over my face, neck, and upper chest. “Don’t stop,” I protested.

“I’ll be back to them, don’t worry.” She ran her hands down my sides, then to my legs and feet again, rubbing each toe individually. I wriggled at the touch of her fingers on the bottoms of my toes.

“That tickles!”

She just laughed, and moved on up my shins to my knees. With slight pressure of her hands, she forced my thighs apart. I was not just totally naked but spread out exposed to her view. It made me feel suddenly vulnerable, but not in the way of being helpless. It made me feel cherished, after a long, long time.

Mila’s hands moved up to my knees, and then the insides of my thighs. Her touch changed from the firm pressure of her massage to a gentle, almost feather light, caress. I began twisting slightly as her fingers approached my recently deforested vulva.

“What do we have here?” Mila bit her lip mischievously, a glint in her eye. “Is Juliana, who said she can’t even get wet any longer, getting turned on?”

“Come on,” I heard myself whine. “Touch me!”

“I am touching you, aren’t I?” Her hands moved to my pubic area. With one hand on either side of my cleft, she began moving them up and down so my labia majora rubbed against each other. I was so wet by now that I felt my vaginal fluids trickle down my perineum. “Aren’t I touching you?”

“Not like that, you witch!” (The real word I used was not exactly witch.) “You know what I mean!”

She laughed again, the mischievous glint still in her eyes, and moved between my legs. I felt her spread my cleft open with one hand while one finger of her other hand slowly stroked my wet membranes from bottom to top, making teasing circles around my clitoris. When she finally touched the tip, I involuntarily bucked so hard that my lower back and hips rose off the bed.

“Stop torturing me,” I whined.

Instead of saying anything she stroked my vulva up and down again, several times, teasing my clitoris with her finger until I was wriggling around in a desperate attempt to get her to give me what my body craved. Then, when I was all but about to scream, her finger at last slipped between my labia and inside my vagina. As from very far away, I heard myself gasp.

Turning her hand palm up, she pushed in a second finger, crooking them so they stroked the front wall of my vagina, seeking my G spot, while her thumb rubbed my clitoris. I clutched the pillow with both my hands as the darts of pleasure lancing out from between my legs joined together and grew into an uncontrollable surge. Unable to stop myself from crying out, I hit an orgasm that left me biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.

Mila wasn’t done. As my orgasm finally wound down, she removed her fingers from my vagina only to lie down between my thighs. I felt her lips caress my labia just before her tongue snaked out to stroke my cleft and finally my clitoris.

A new orgasm was already building so fast that I had no time to prepare for it. My hands moved from the pillow to clutch my breasts, while I put my feet on Mila’s back and frantically ground my sex against her mouth as I came again. And after that again.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had before, utterly exhausted, I fell back limply; I’d lost count after the seventh. Through half open eyelashes I watched Mila Kneel between my thighs and raise one of my legs over her shoulder. A moment later the molten heat of her vulva was kissing mine.

I was so drained of energy from the crashing orgasms that I could do next to nothing to participate, but Mila didn’t seem to mind that. Taking her time, she rubbed her vulva back and forth over mine, slowly and deliciously. Memories flooded my mind of how she used to do this when we were in college, and how she had taught me to do it too, until we could compete against each other in who could bring the other to orgasm the faster.

This time it would be Mila. As she picked up the pace of her thrusts, I watched her face flush and her eyes slowly close to slits as her mouth opened into a red O. Then she suddenly began to shudder and rub herself frantically on me as she came.

After rubbing herself to a second orgasm, she almost fell down on top of me and lay on me looking down at my face, her hair a curtain around our heads, out breasts squashed together, her throbbing vulva pressed against mine. “I needed that,” she gasped.

“I did too,” I whispered back, kissing her.

“Oh, don’t I know.” Her hands found mine, our fingers twining. “You absolutely needed that. And you’ll get more of it too, every day.”

“As part of my therapy?” I said, grinning.

“Of course, but only a part.” She rolled off me and propped herself up on an elbow. “From tomorrow we’ll go out in my car in the evening, a bit longer each time. I won’t push you beyond your limits, don’t worry.”

“And? That’s all?”

“No, I think you should start writing again.”

“Writing?”

“You know, your stories. The ones on that sexstories dot com site. The ones featuring, among others, me.” She shouted with laughter at my expression. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about those?”

I blushed so hard I felt my face heat up to the roots of my hair. “How did you ever come across them?”

“Just randomly one evening, surfing for readable erotica. I didn’t exactly expect to find myself, of course. Though you certainly flattered both my looks and my abilities in bed.” She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. “So….’Mila’? That’s the name you chose for me?”

“Do you mind me calling you that?”

“No, of course not. I rather like the name. If I ever change my name I might consider calling myself Mila. But what I meant was, you should go back to writing in your spare time. It’ll help.”

“I will, if you’ll read it.”

“You can be sure I will…..’Juliana’.“ (She called me ‘Juliana’, not by my real name, which she normally uses, naturally.)

We lay tangled together for a long time, caressing each other.

That night, after dinner, we made love again.

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So, how am I doing?

Recovery is a work in progress, and has been less than complete. Mila got me over my car phobia enough that on the last day of her visit we went out and bought me another car, a small hatchback with manual transmission, but I learnt to drive on a car with manual transmission and I have no problems with it. I am no longer house bound, and drive around the city, but am yet to be able to make myself go out on the highways where the big lorries roll.

Mila visits me at least one weekend a month, to make sure I’m doing all right. We make love then, of course, but she also insisted on my masturbating regularly to make sure I kept my libido going.

Sometimes I see Amanda around. Since I rarely go to restaurants by myself, of course this is usually when I’m with Mila. Despite taking my phone number, Amanda has not called me. Sometimes, on a Mila-less night when I’m lonely and want sex with another person, not my vibrator or shower head, I consider calling her and inviting her over, and see where things go from there. But I have not yet been able to summon the confidence to.

I still have the dreams.

[Update, 2025: Amanda and I are now in a relationship and living together. Things are improving for me physically too, albeit slowly.]

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When my bi-sex friend Janine phoned on Friday night I confided in her how horny and sex starved I was.

I am Barb, an attractive brunette woman in professional employment, with a good body and a strong sex drive, though in hindsight my earlier sex life could be described as mainly vanilla sex.

In a recent story BARB, MAKING MY SEXUAL FANTASIES HAPPEN, I described how around the time I turned thirty-five I decided I would make my sexual dreams and fantasies happen. The first step was finding a new lover. By chance Zac came into my life, physically attractive, a little older than me, professional job, and as I quickly learnt, a thick eight-inch erection.

Over a period of time Zac introduced me to a wide range of sexual experiences. Mutual masturbation, fucking me while another woman watched, then lesbian sex with her while he watched. I did enjoy two women watching him fuck me before they both had me while he watched.

The first time Zac fucked me with another man watching was memorable. We both insisted he had to be well hung and masturbate for us while he watched us fucking. And we were both very comfortable with the thought of him licking me to orgasm or blowing my man, perhaps both, while the other one of us watched, enjoyed and perhaps masturbated.

“Would you like to come and visit me tomorrow afternoon Barb? It’s time we got to know each other better. I can organise a third person if you like?”

At two, I am full of anticipation when I arrive at her condo. Has Janine set up a three-way? Or is going to be tea and scones?

Janine tongue kisses me effusively as soon I enter her lavishly furnished condo. “This is my friend Taylor, the third person I organised for us. We are old and very intimate friends,” she tells me as I look over a tall, attractive, beautifully groomed person, dressed in a below the knee white, silk skirt and matching blouse. I can see her obviously naked nipples poking against the silk.

“Very intimate,” Taylor purrs as Janine tongue kisses her while I try to hide my disappointment that Janine has not organized a man for the third person.

“Janine told me you are horny and sex starved. Perhaps I can help? Better still perhaps we can both help?,” Taylor teases as both of them are kissing me.

I am enjoying the attention from two people and wondering where this might lead to as Janine removes Taylor’s blouse to show her good size, firm tits and licks and sucks both small nipples in turn.

“Now you Barb,” Taylor tells me as I readily comply and lick, then suck. “Have you ever had a tranny, cross-dresser,” she asks in an agitated voice as Janine lifts Taylor’s skirt and lets it rest on his huge, thick erection.

An instant turn on for me as I soak in his totally naked body while Janine removes the skirt. I am ogling a hung, thick man with tits for the first time in my life, who wants to have sex with me. And I do like his taut ass. I want it to happen, my libido is in overdrive. I want to fuck my first tranny. I really do.

Without saying a word Janine is standing behind me and kissing my neck as she undresses me. Taylor and I are looking closely at each other. The sexual tension is electric as Janine runs her fingertips over my naked, erect nipples.

Janine is tongue kissing me as she slides my skirt and thong off. I love flaunting my totally naked body for a hung tranny as he teases his roaring erection with a fingertip. Janine is teasing my cunt lips with a fingertip as we continue tongue kissing.

“I want to fuck you while Janine pleasures both of us,” Taylor whispers as I ogle his tits and his erection.

Two minutes later Taylor is flat on his back on the huge bed as I slide my cunt lips onto his gaping erection. Janine has her hands all over me as she tongue kisses me. She is alternating licking and sucking my nipples, then Taylor’s nipples.

“Use me, show me how horny you are,” Taylor whispers as I slide up and down his rock hard erection.

I love tongue kissing while having sex. An extra dimension when it is a sexy, naked woman kissing me with her tongue in my mouth as she watches me fucking her tranny lover.

I did manage three orgasms before Taylor.

“You were horny and sex starved when you arrived. Do you feel better now Barb?,” Janine asks as the three of us unwind in the large shower alcove.

“You are a very exciting woman Barb. I want my turn with you. Would you like to lick me to orgasm while I give Taylor a blow job? Or would you like Taylor to lick you while I give him a blow job?”

“I am still very horny, I want Taylor to lick me while I watch you give him a blow job.”

I am naked apart from my heels standing with my back against the wall. My favorite position for cunnilingus. My legs are wide apart. I have one foot on the floor and the other resting on a low stool. Taylor’s erection looks absolutely magnificent as Janine fondles it while licking his nipples.

At the very moment Taylor’s tongue makes contact with my engorged clit, Janine wraps her tongue and pursed lips around his erection. Both my exhibitionist and voyeuristic streaks are in play at the same time. I am watching another woman pleasuring the erection of a man I have just fucked while he is licking my cunt lips.

My body is arching forward to maximize my sexual pleasure as I put one leg over his shoulder. My new tranny lover really knows how to pleasure with his tongue as he has his hands on my ass. I love it when he digs his nails into my ass cheeks. Pleasure and pain. His tongue is magic as he slides it along my very wet cunt lips.

He is pressing the sides of my cunt lips with his thumb tips. The way he is licking me is exquisite.

I am watching Janine’s blow job technique and comparing to mine. She is very subtle and teasing as she sucks and slides more than half his erection then releases it.

“Is that an extra turn on for you Barb? Do you like watching me blowing the erection you fucked earlier?,” she asks as she restarts by licking and kissing his erection before she resumes sucking it.

“Yes I do, very much, a huge extra turn on,” I moan in response.

My hips are bucking as I orgasm, then again, and again. So good. I want to build up to really huge orgasm and squirt for two people.

Without me asking Taylor is expertly teasing a finger on my g-spot. I have never squirted while watching a tranny receiving a blow job. Even better the tranny is licking my cunt lips as his finger teases my g-spot.

“I want to orgasm and squirt for both of you, after Taylor cums. Make it happen for me.” I moan.

“Fuck yes, so good,” Taylor is moaning as Janine has his balls in one hand as she brings him off with a teasing hand job.

“Now, right now, watch me,” I moan as Taylor blows. “Watch me, watch me squirt, both of you,” as I have the most fantastic orgasm and squirt in huge streams.

“I am the sex starved one now, I am in need of sexual relief. Would you like to lick me while Taylor watches?,” Janine asks as the three of us unwind for the second time in the large shower alcove.

I really did enjoy showing my lesbian skills with my arms wrapped around Janine’s legs as she sat on a sofa. Even more exciting for me with Taylor sitting alongside and teasing his nipples as he watched.

After a few minutes I was very pleased with myself when Taylor commenced masturbating his third erection for the session.

Even more pleased with myself as Janine had multiple orgasms on my tongue as she moaned, Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

Just a few years ago at thirty-five I decided to ramp up my sex life. Now here I am in a three-way with a sexy woman my age and her tranny lover.

When I had Janine’s whole body trembling with sexual pleasure as she watched Taylor cum, I couldn’t help but run a finger along my cunt lips for a wonderful orgasm.

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The daughter of the MILF who inadvertently created futas wants to enjoy her own hot MILF!

Futa MILFs and Their Hot Daughters

Chapter Four: Latina MILF’s Futa Discipline

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Christine Holt

I opened the door to the house, eager to get in, get changed, and get out before I ran into my mom. I didn’t see her in the living room. A lavender scent filled my nose. One of Mom’s dumb scented candles she was trying to sell on the internet.

She thought she’d be the next Martha Steward or some dumb shit like that.

Though, it did smell good. I took another deep inhalation. A tingle rippled through me. I could see lighting one of these. It was a much better aroma than Hollyrefic, as she called her Christmas-themed one.

A door crashed open. A squeal of delight. I groaned. Anabella. She was going to be annoying, wasn’t she? The girl thought I was cool. She wanted to be like me. She was such a dumb thing. I hoped I wasn’t that naïve when I was eighteen.

She reached the stairs. I sighed. I would have to put up with her.

“Christine!” she squealed and hurtled down the stairs. I looked up and—

Blinked.

She was naked.

I realized that in the two seconds it took for her to fly downstairs. Her little breasts jiggled, her black pigtails flying behind her, lithe legs blurring as she took the stairs as fast as she could. Then she threw herself into me and hugged me tight.

“Christine! Christine! I’m going to be a futa!” my little sister squealed.

I had no idea what that meant. “Get the fuck off me!” I gasped. “Why the fuck are you—”

She kissed me.

The little brat kissed me full on the lips, something salty, almost like cum, on them and another flavor that reminded me of pussy. A spicy taste.

Was she stoned? Tripping on bath salts? What the fuck was going on here? I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back hard, wrenching her lips from me.

“The fuck?” I gasped at her. “Why the fuck are you naked, pipsqueak? And what the hell was up with that kiss? Have you lost your fucking mind? Mom is going to explode when she sees you running around naked.”

“Nope!” She bounced in place. “Oh, I want to eat your pussy, Christine.”

I took a step back. That lavender scent was relaxing, but this was crazy. “Okay, is this some fucked up game? Incest chicken or something.”

“Nope!” She bounced in place. “Oh, incest is amazing. Right, Mom?”

“Right,” purred our mother.

I heard her voice but I couldn’t believe it. I looked up to the top of the stairs and my jaw really dropped. Mom stood naked up there, her red hair falling about a flushed face. She had clearly been having sex with my little sister.

Lesbian, incestuous sex.

The room spun around me. This dizzying, dazing swirl. Mom descended. Her naked boobs heaved. They were big and soft, swaying with her every step. Her hips rocked from side to side, and her dick bobbed…

Her dick?

My mom had a dick.

My eyes bulged. Then hysterical laughter burst from my lips. I had gone insane. That was it. Or someone had slipped me acid. Yeah, yeah, that was it. I was on acid. This had to be a trip because my Mom had a cock.

A huge dick that thrust out of her fiery bush.

But she had no balls.

I just kept laughing, my knees quivering. They folded and I dropped. I threw back my head. I couldn’t stop the chortles bubbling out of my throat. The world had gone thoroughly mad. It had shattered. Broke.

My mom had a cock.

“Um, Christine?” Anabella asked. “Are you okay?”

“A cock!” I chortled. “Of course!” I laughed louder, my boobs jiggling in my halter top. “Of course Mom has a dick. That makes sense. Nothing crazy about that. Nope.”

“Mom does have a cock,” Anabella said. “Ms. Harland gave it to her. Neat, right?”

I breathed in and that lavender scent grew stronger. It filled my nostrils and washed over my brain. Heat burst into my cunt. My laughter petered out. I sucked in breaths as I stared at my Mom’s bobbing cock. She was standing right before me.

Anabella knelt right beside me. She grabbed Mom’s cock. “See, she’s got a big dick. And a pussy. It’s her clit. It turned into a cock.”

“Right,” I said, still a brittle quality to my voice, but… That lavender scent was so good. SO strong. And beneath it was a spicy aroma.

The same flavor as on my little sister’s lips. She had eaten Mom’s pussy, and that was cum I’d also tasted. She had sucked Mom off. This was insane but… I felt so much calmed down. Those candles mom made were potent stuff.

“It’s okay,” said Mom. Her hand stroked my hair. “Just relax. It’s real. It won’t hurt you.”

“Mmm, let’s suck on her together,” Anabella said. Then she darted her head in and swallowed the tip of Mom’s cock like a pro.

My pussy clenched. Juices soaked my thong. I stared at the sight in awe. Anabella looked sexy sucking on Mom. Not a brat with her pigtails, but a cute girl blowing a big dick. A woman’s dick. I licked my lips.

I wanted to suck Mom’s cock.

Anabella sucked one more time then popped her mouth off. She shifted the cock to me, her spittle gleaming over the pink, spongy crown. I groaned and leaned in. I kissed at the tip of my mom’s dick. Salty precum soaked through my taste buds. I kissed again.

Then I slid my lips over the crown.

“Oh, yes, honey,” Mom groaned. “Suck my futa-dick.”

“Mom’s a futa,” purred my little sister. “Isn’t that hot?”

I thought it was. I moaned around Mom’s dick, my lips sealed around her shaft. I stroked my tongue around Mom’s crown, loving the texture. She had a cock bigger than any guy’s I had sucked. I nursed on her. I reveled in the taste.

My pussy clenched as I did. I bobbed my head, my brassy hair swaying about my face. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed with such passion on her dick. I nursed with all the might I could. I put my all into it.

I loved my mother’s cock.

“Oh, honey, yes,” Mom moaned. “Ooh, you know what you’re doing.”

“Not surprised,” Anabella said. “You’re such a naughty girl.”

I was.

I sucked with such passion for Mom’s cock. I nursed on her. I sucked with all my might. I wanted to make her cum hard. I wanted to have her jizz spurting into the back of my throat. I would gulp it all down.

I was utterly calm now. I just… accepted it. Mom had a dick. That was my life now. Mom had a dick, and I loved sucking it. Incest was… hot. My pussy clenched as I nursed with all the hunger I had. I made Mom groan.

That was hot.

“Mmm, make her cum!” Anabella said. “Make her explode. Ooh, wait until she fucks you. It’s so hot when she fucks you.”

I bet it was.

“I’m so glad our mother’s a futa!” continued my little sister. “That’s what they’re called. Her lady-cock is a futa-dick.”

What a naughty name.

“Oh, yes, yes, Christine!” Mom moaned, her hands gripping the sides of my head. “That’s so good. You want my mommy-cum, don’t you?”

Oh, I did. I wanted to guzzle down every drop of jizz she had. I nursed on her with such hunger. I slurped on her. I sucked with such passion. I just loved her with all the might I had. I savored every moment of sucking on her.

Precum spilled through my mouth. More and more of the salty preview to come. I loved sucking boy’s dicks, but my mother’s cock really made me wet. My poor thong must be soaked. I bet the crotch of my jeans had a big wet spot in them.

“Ooh, ooh, make her cum!” Anabella purred. Then she ducked down. She nuzzled her head into our mother’s pussy lips and licked her.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mom moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, both of my daughters playing with my body. This is just delicious.”

It was. I sucked hard while Anabella made naughty sounds. She must be feasting on our mother. Making her feel so good. I loved it. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked with all my might. Mom groaned, her big boobs heaving above me.

Such yummy tits.

I watched those tits as I nursed on my mommy’s cock. I was so thrilled to enjoy this delight. It was just the best thing in the world. I loved it all so much. I nursed on her girl-cock, my pussy clenching. Anabella made such wicked sounds.

“Oh, yes, yes, two loving daughters,” groaned Mom. “What a lucky mommy I am.”

“With a yummy cunny!” groaned my sister. “Ooh, ooh, you have to try her pussy, too, Christine.”

I would. I had never wanted to eat pussy so much in my life. I’d done it, of course. I’d gone down on a few of my friends. Fun stuff. Just licking and lapping at them at parties to show off or while we were buzzed on wine coolers. No biggie. But it wasn’t what I liked.

I liked cocks.

Mommy-cocks.

I nursed with hunger. I sucked and slurped on that cock. I loved her dick with so much passion. I sucked on her with hunger. It was just amazing to nurse on her. The flavor of her precum swelled. Did that mean she was about to cum?

I hoped so.

Her hands grabbed her tits. She squeezed those big boobs. I bet she could suck on her own nipple. That would be so hot to see. I wanted to suggest it, but I had to make this amazing cock cum. I had to please my mother.

I sucked so hard. My cheeks hollowed. Her face twisted with pleasure. She quivered there. The passion on her face was just such a delight to witness. I loved the sight of her face twisting in rapture. She whimpered.

Erupted.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped as her salty mommy-cum pumped into my mouth. “Christine! Anabella!”

“Your pussy is so good, Mommy!” my little sister cried. “Drown me!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mom groaned. I swear it sounded like she was drowning my sister.

This heady rush shot through me. This was all so exciting. I gulped down the salty girl-spunk. It tasted so good. I swallowed it all. More kept erupting. So much futa-jizz. More than any boy I’d blown. My pussy clenched, juices soaking my thong and my jeans.

Mom shuddered, her fingers digging into her boobs. Her body bucked. Her eyes fluttered. Then she let out a groan. She swayed there, clearly having expended all her cum. She had pumped every bit of her spunk into my mouth.

“That was wonderful,” Mom purred.

“I know, I know!” gasped Anabella. “I want to be fucked so bad, Mommy, but you should fuck Christine! While she eats out my pussy.”

I shuddered. I liked this idea.

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Ingrid Morales

I trembled impaled on Jolene’s girl-dick.

The White girl’s big cock filled up my deflowered pussy. She had just taken my virginity in the living room of our house. She’d come over to show my mom her futa-cock, but Mom was busy so I got to play with it instead.

Only Mom was furious. I quivered as she stood over me, her curly, black hair spilling about her lush and mature features. She wore a t-shirt that fit tight about her large breasts. They shook as she grabbed me by the ear and pulled.

“Owe, owe, Mom!” I shrieked as I slid off of Jolene’s cock. “I’m sorry for fucking her cock. I know she came to let you see it. I’m sorry. It was just so beautiful.”

“Little puta!” Mom hissed. Then she burst into Spanish. “Think you can just fuck whoever you want like your slut sisters? Huh?”

“I’m sorry!” I wailed at her in English. “It was just beautiful.”

“Now you have cum dripping out of you,” she snarled, going back to English. “You were my good girl. Now you’re as bad as your sisters. Just whores. All of you.”

I gasped as she dragged me by the ear to the recliner. It was dad’s before he ran off with that bimbo. Mom threw me over it. I groaned, my arms pressing down into the cushion, my rump thrust out at her. Jolene’s cum leaked out of me, matting my pubic hair. A thick bead of her passion ran down my thigh.

“Mrs. Morales,” said Jolene, her voice sounding hesitant.

“You just sit still, shemale!” hissed my mother. “I have a little puta to discipline.”

“Please, please, I’m sorry, Mom!” I gasped.

Her hand hissed down.

SMACK!

My burst into stinging pain. I gasped, clenching my cunt tight. That forced more cum out of my deflowered depths. I squirmed there, my belly rubbing into the fabric of the chair. I whimpered.

“I’m so sorry, Mom!” I moaned.

“You will be!”

SMACK!

I bucked at the pain bursting across my left butt-cheek now. My ass clenched as the heat washed through me. I groaned and whimpered. The pain melted down to my twat. It settled in there as I squirmed.

“Fucking that girl-cock!” hissed Mom.

SMACK!

“Just riding that big dick like a whore!”

SMACK!

“Not caring that I would catch you!”

SMACK!

“That my pussy would be so wet right now having to watch every last second of you working that young cunt up and down her pussy.”

SMACK!

“I’m so sorry, Mommy!” I squealed, my ass a mass of flames. I squirmed and bucked, whimpering. I squeezed my eyes shut, a tear trickling out of the corner of my eye. This was so intense. It hurt so much. “I won’t do it where you only get to watch.”

“Because she’ll let you join in,” purred Jolene.

SMACK!

“Yes!” Mom hissed. “You should have invited me to join in!”

SMACK!

“Your mother hasn’t had a dick in years, and that is such a beautiful cock. A shemale cock.”

“Futa-cock,” Jolene said. “I have a pussy. I’m a girl with a dick.”

“A gorgeous dick!” Mom snarled.

SMACK!

I bucked hard. Tears sprang from my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mommy! I’ll share. I’ll share futa-cocks with you.”

“Mmm, she should lick that hot pussy of yours as an apology,” Jolene said. “While you suck my dick clean of her pussy, Mrs. Morales, that little slut-daughter of yours can lick and lap and devour your cunt.”

My pussy clenched. “Yes, yes, let me do that, Mommy. Let me apologize to you that way!”

I trembled there, my ass on fire, waiting for what she would do.

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Laurita Morales

I panted, staring at my daughter’s brown ass. She was a mass of red handprints. Pearly futa-jizz matted her brown bush. So much cum leaked out of her. Jolene’s cum. I glanced at the girl. She did have a pussy. Her shaved folds were wrapped around the base of that massive shaft that thrust out from where her clit should be.

The cock gleamed with Ingrid’s pussy juices.

A shiver ran through me. My cunt clenched. To have my little girl eat my pussy… That would be so wrong, but she was turning into a whore. Just like all my other two daughters had become. Angélica and Rafaela were both dressing like sluts. Rafaela even had a tattoo.

I might as well put those whores to good use.

“Fine,” I said. “You can put that tongue of yours to good use. Strip me naked.”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” she sobbed. She sat up and rubbed the tears from her eyes, looking so adorable as she did it. Like a little kitten.

Some of my anger vanished. Though she should have told me Jolene was here. If that cock was supposed to be for my pleasure, then I deserved to enjoy it. I stared at that big clit-dick, my pussy melting.

“Ingrid, strip me naked,” I said. “I want my little kitten to lap at my saucer.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said. She hadn’t called me mommy in years. It was so adorable to hear it now.

She moved before me and I was shocked to realize she was almost as tall as me. She was eighteen. An adult They grow up so fast. She grabbed my t-shirt and dragged it up my body. I was wearing comfortable clothing after my long day at work managing the cashiers. I thrust my arms in the air to help her out. My black hair spilled around my face as she threw my t-shirt down.

She grinned as she grabbed my gray sports bra next. She shoved that up, my large breast popping out. She giggled, so adorable, as she stared at my breasts. I loved her attention. It made my cunt clench. A hot shiver ran through me.

“Mmm, Mommy tits are just the best,” she cooed and then grabbed my boobs. She squeezed them. “Yes, they are.”

I shuddered as she kneaded them. I loved the feel of her hands groping my boobs. That felt amazing. I shuddered, loving every moment of it. Heat ran through me. It was amazing. My hips wiggled from side to side.

She ducked her head down and sucked a nipple into her mouth. My baby girl nursed from me again. I moaned at the pleasure of it. My cunt clenched, drinking in the feel of her lips around my nipple. I groaned, my heart racing.

“Ingrid,” I moaned. “Mmm, that’s a good kitten.”

My daughter’s soulful, brown eyes stared up at me. Eighteen and full of such lust in them. For me. I breathed in that lavender scent, loving the aroma. It was beautiful to enjoy. I sucked it in. Tingles rippled through me. I shuddered, reveling in the scent. It was magnificent to enjoy. My entire body tingled from it.

My cunt clenched every time she nursed. My pussy had that wild ache. I wanted to just explode. It was incredible. And that was just from her sweet lips on my nipple. What would it feel like when my daughter was lapping at my cunt?

It would be amazing, wouldn’t it?

Just something spectacular that I would revel in. I would love every second of it. Just savor every last moment of it. I couldn’t wait for that delicious experience. I would explode with such delight. Just burst with rapture.

“Mmm, that’s nice, but your mommy needs to have her pussy licked by her sweet kitten.” I shuddered at the depraved words I said. “I have all that delicious cream you want.”

Her eyes sparkled. She popped her mouth off my nipple and purred, “Mmm, and you’re going to love all of Jolene’s yummy cream, too, Mommy!”

I smiled. Certain that would be the case.

I glanced over at Jolene. She sat on the couch, skirt bunched around her waist, and that impossible and amazing girl-cock thrusting out of the shaved folds of her pussy. This was all so wild. I loved it. I felt so naughty as I bit my lip and turned to her.

I wanted to suck that cock. I stared at that girl-dick, drinking it in. I hardly noticed my daughter kissing at my back as she dragged down my sweatpants. Ingrid smooched down my spine, pulling my sweatpants down past my knees then I was stepping out of them. Her lips nuzzled at the small of my back.

“Mommy,” she cooed, her fingers trailing up my thighs. The sensual touch made my pussy clench. Her fingers reached the panties I wore. I shuddered, my big boobs shaking from side to side. “You’re so sexy, Mommy.”

She hooked the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my body. She drew them down my flesh. I shuddered as they rolled off of me. They were such a wicked thing do feel. They rolled off my butt and then spilled down my legs. Her lips kissed at my rump, moving around my plump asscheeks.

I bit my lip, moaning at her soft smooches while I stared at that throbbing dick. I wanted to suck on Jolene’s girl-cock so much. She was so sexy. Mother of God, when did girls get so hot? Those small, young titties… That tight, delicious cunt… And that cock…

Big, throbbing girl-cock.

It was all so sexy to me now.

I stepped out of my panties and took two steps forward. Then I fell to my knees. My hand grabbed Jolene’s beige cock. I licked my lips, aching to devour the White futa’s cum. I leaned in, my breasts swaying.

“That’s it, Mrs. Morales,” moaned Jolene. “God, I love MILFs. My mother’s a hot one, but you… Mmm, a Latina MILF who’s going to suck my girl-dick.”

“Yes,” I moaned and then licked the tip.

It had been years, maybe even a decade, since I’d sucked a cock. I always hated it, but now… My tongue slathered over Jolene’s dick. I caressed her spongy crown and tasted something sweet. That was my daughter’s pussy.

I shuddered, realizing I was enjoying the incestuous delight of my daughter’s twat. This heady rush shot through my body. I licked harder at Jolene’s cock, loving the flavor. The futa gasped. I loved how she groaned. Her entire body shuddered. It was such a wicked thing to witness. Her face contorted in delight. A big grin spread over her lips.

“Mmm, just like that, Mrs. Morales,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that. Ooh, you’re such a sexy delight, you know that?”

I winked at her.

She groaned and bit her lip. It was clear that I turned her on. That was so hot. My cunt clenched. My pussy was on fire. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of passion that would ripple out of me.

Then my daughter grabbed my rump. I felt her breath rippling over my pussy. Her lips nuzzled into my bush moments before she kissed my twat. I gasped at the incestuous rush that shot through me.

It was incredible. A wonderful ache. I couldn’t wait for it to burst such rapture through my body. I groaned, my cunt clenching as she smooched at my pussy lips. She licked up and down. Her tongue caressed up and down my flesh. It was so sexy. Just a treat.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as my daughter licked me. “Oh, lap at me, little kitten.”

“Mmm, you taste so good, Mommy,” purred my daughter while my tongue ran over the futa’s crown, gathering up her salty precum. “Just so yummy.”

I shuddered as her tongue thrust into my cunt. She wiggled it around, sliding about the very hole that had brought her into this world. It was so exciting. I groaned and then I sucked Jolene’s girl-cock into my mouth. I nursed on her, tasting more of my daughter’s sweet pussy.

She groaned, her face twisting in rapture. She bit her lower lip as I feasted on her. The futa’s face contorted. Her body shifted and squirmed in place. It was so exciting to see her squirms. Just a delight to witness. I loved it.

“Oh, Mommy, yes,” purred my daughter between licks. “Do you like this?” She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds, brushing my clit.

I moaned how much I did around Jolene’s cock.

“Oh, she does,” the futa moaned, her dick throbbing in my mouth. Her small breasts jiggled as she squirmed on the couch. “God, she does.”

I sucked hard on her as my daughter’s tongue stimulated my pussy lips. The way she licked me only spurred me to suck harder on the sexy Jolene’s futa-cock, the flavor of my daughter’s twat fading. The girl’s dick filled my mouth with that wonderful, salty aroma.

I breathed in through my nose. Her tangy pussy musk mixed with that relaxing, lavender scent. I loved the aromas tickling my nostrils. I groaned, wiggling my hips and grinding my cunt into my daughter’s hungry lips.

“Ooh, yes, yes, that’s hot,” Jolene groaned. She shuddered. “I love it. I fucking love having a MILF suck my futa-dick while her daughter feats on her cunt.”

“Yummy cunt,” mewled my little kitten.

My daughter thrust her tongue back into my pussy. She fucked it in and out of me. I stroked the base of Jolene’s cock, pressing my hand into her wet pussy. I nursed on her, my pussy clenching. My orgasm built and built.

All that aching lust that had swelled in me as I watched my daughter have her fun finally had a release. A way to burst out of me. And it would explode. I was so ready for that to burst out of me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

It would be amazing.

I groaned, sucking hard. Just a lovely delight. My brow furrowed. My face scrunched up as I loved every moment of this delight. My daughter’s tongue swirled through my pussy. I came closer and closer to cumming. Nearer to that wicked moment when I would have such a mighty explosion of bliss and drown my naughty kitten.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! “Jolene moaned. Her breasts jiggled. She squirmed. “Oh, my god, Mrs. Morales. Don’t stop sucking. I’m almost there!”

“Flood her mouth!” my daughter moaned. Then her lips nuzzled into my clit.

She sucked.

I squealed. Pleasure burst through me. My cunt convulsed. Incestuous rapture rushed out of me while my pussy cream drowned my daughter. She gasped and lapped at my pussy. I trembled there, moaning around Jolene’s cock and sucking hard.

“That humming!” gasped Jolene. “Yes!”

Her futa-cock erupted. Salty cum splashed into the back of my throat. It was thick and creamy. I gulped it down as more and more fired from her futa-dick. It was such a yummy treat. I gulped it all down.

“Oh, Mommy, I love your cream,” my daughter moaned as she drank down all the juices gushing out of my twat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jolene moaned. “Oh, Mrs. Morales, that’s it. That’s so good.”

She fired a final blast of cum into my mouth. I groaned, savoring it. I hit the peak of my own orgasm. I closed my eyes, my mind buzzing from the bliss of it. I swallowed the salty cum down. The thick cream flowed down my throat.

“Oh, Mommy, that was so hot,” my daughter purred. “Now you have to be fucked by Jolene. You need to be pounded hard by her big futa-dick.

I groaned around Jolene’s girl-dick. I absolutely did need that.

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Christine Holt

“Let’s get you naked!” Anabella said, pussy cream soaking her lips. Our mom’s pussy cream.

This was so wild. I licked my lips, the flavor of Mom’s girl-jizz lingering on them. Having a mother with a clit-dick was so wild. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt so surreal. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure this was actually happening.

“Help me get naked, pipsqueak?” I asked my sister as I stood up.

She grinned, her pigtails bouncing around her face, her little titties jiggling. God, she was adorable. Why did I ever think she was a brat?

She grabbed my halter top and pulled it up my belly. She spilled it over my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, didn’t need one in my halter top, and my tits spilled out. They bounced before me while she pulled the top off my head. My brassy hair spilled back around my face.

“Boobies!” squealed Anabella. The naughty girl grabbed them and pressed her face between them. She rubbed back and forth. “Mom, Mom, she’s got such cute boobies.”

“Mmm, so do you,” Mom said, watching with hungry eyes. “Once she’s naked, I’ll be waiting in my room.

Mom turned and headed up the stairs. I bit my lip, watching her ass swaying. It was plump and peachy, just a ripe, mature rump. My pussy clenched. This was all so hot. Especially with Anabella rubbing her face back and forth between my tits.

Then she slid her hands around my jeans. She found the fastener. At the same time, her lips kissed up to my nipple. She flicked it and then sucked on it. I groaned as she opened my fly, zipper rasping down.

My hands joined hers and, together, we worked my pants off. My thong clung to my shaved pussy folds. I shuddered, my sister nursing the entire time. Her soft, warm lips felt incredible about my nipple.

I thought I liked guys nursing at my tits, but maybe I just needed my little sister to give me perspective.

My jeans fell down to my feet. I stepped out of them, with some effort, while she played with the waistband of my thong. She snapped it a few times while she suckled at my nipple. I groaned, my pussy on fire.

“Enough play,” I groaned. “Yank my thong off so I can go fuck Mom!”

Her mouth popped off. “Sure!”

She yanked hard on my thong. I gasped as the cloth bit into my hip for a moment and then tore. She gasped as she held the ripped, wispy garment in her hand. Her eyes widened as anger flashed through me.

“You little brat!” I hissed. “I liked that pair.”

She squealed in fright, whirled and ran up the stairs. “Mommy!”

I chased after her cute ass, her black bush flashing between her thighs. She gained the second floor, giggling and chortling. I ran after, my tits heaving as I gained the stairs. I was right on her heels as she burst into Mom’s room.

Anabella threw herself on the bed, snuggling up beside Mom. I slid to a halt at the bed, furious and horny and… Laughing. I couldn’t help it. Of course, she was a brat. She was my little sister. But she was also sexy.

And so was our mother.

Mom arched an eyebrow at us.

“Nothing,” I said as Anabella stuffed the torn thong beneath a pillow before Mom noticed. “Mmm, so I get to be fucked by you.”

“While your sister sits her pussy on your face,” Mom said. “Her reward for stripping you naked and… Oh, my, you’re shaved, Christine.”

“Ooh, you are,” Anabella moaned. Her tongue slid over her lips.

I knew she would be licking my cunt soon.

“Yes, Anabella did an amazing job,” I said. “Just so eager to get me naked, she ripped the clothes off of me.”

“Yep,” Anabella said without a hint of shame or guilt. She even burst into adorable giggles.

“Well,” Mom said, flicking her eyes from me to my sister than back to me, “I’m so eager to slide into your pussy, Christine. Anabella was tight.”

“Mom took my cherry!” Anabella gleefully said. “I bet I’m tighter than you.”

“No shit, pipsqueak. But Mom won’t have any complaints.” I winked at my sister. “I know how to please a dick with my cooch.”

Anabella giggled and sat up.

I slid onto the bed, Mom moving to let me spread out. Then she was between my thighs, her large breasts swaying over me. I groaned and grabbed her tits. I squeezed those big, lush mounds. I had suckled from these as a babe.

They were such gorgeous tits.

Mom settled between my thighs. She rubbed her cock against my shaved flesh. I shivered at how nice that felt. A tremble raced through my entire body as she slid her cock up to my clit and nuzzled it against my aching bud. I groaned, my toes curling. This was such a wicked thing to enjoy.

I was so eager to be fucked hard.

She pressed her girl-cock against my entrance. I squeezed her boobs. Right as she thrust into me, Anabella straddled my head. Mom’s big dick slammed into my juicy pussy. I stared up at her black-furred muff, salivating for it while savoring Mom’s big futa-dick filling my twat.

Incestuous bliss rushed through me. I groaned into my sister’s furry twat, my body squirming. Anabella’s silky bush rubbed on my face. Her spicy juices coated my lips. Mom drew back, her big cock sliding through my pussy. The heat rushed through me.

“Yes,” I moaned into my sister’s cunt than thrust my tongue into her deflowered depths.

“Ooh, ooh, Christine!” Anabella moaned as my tongue stirred through her twat.

“Mmm, yes, such a tight cunt,” Mom moaned, her girl-dick plunging back into my cunt.

She filled me up. That big dick of hers stretched me out. I loved it. I squeezed my twat around her as she pumped away at me. At the same time, I moaned into my sister’s cunt. I licked and lapped at her. I swirled my tongue through her sheath as Mom pumped away at me.

My hands squeezed at Mom’s boobs. I reveled in the feel of their plump softness as she thrust her girl-cock over and over into my cunt. My twat gripped her big dick. It was so hot. Such a taboo delight. I groaned into my sister’s twat as I enjoyed every second of this.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped my little sister. “Ooh, ooh, isn’t it just amazing having Mommy in you?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as I enjoyed her spicy cunt.

“It’s amazing being in my daughter,” moaned Mom as she pumped away at my twat.

Her big futa-dick filled me up over and over again. I squeezed down on her as she pulled back. I loved the moans she made, her boobs jiggling in my hands. My tongue lapped at my sister’s cunt. I feasted on that naughty girl’s spicy twat, her cream running down my cheeks.

She grabbed my boobs, kneading them as she ground her furred muff on my face. Her ticklish hairs and juicy cunt lips rubbed across my mouth. I loved it. her spicy flavor filled my mouth while our mom’s futa-dick plundered my cunt.

My orgasm built and built with her every thrust into my snatch. I groaned, my toes curling. I would have such a big orgasm on this dick. It would be incredible. I fluttered my tongue around in Anabella’s juicy cunt as I rose towards that moment.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she gasped when I brushed her clit. Her fingers dug into my tits. “Oh, that’s it. Christine!”

“Mmm, make her cum,” purred Mom as she thrust into my pussy.

“God, yes,” I moaned, my own orgasm just moments away.

I latched onto my sister’s clit. I sucked on her as Mom drove her girl-cock to the hilt in my pussy. I shuddered at the friction. The silky delight fed my orgasm. She pulled back. My cunt clung to her shaft. I trembled.

Gasped.

Came.

I squealed around Anabella’s clit while my pussy writhed around our mother’s girl-dick. Mom thrust that wonderful cock into the depths of my cunt. The pleasure rushed out of my twat and splashed my mind.

“Oh, Christine!” Mom moaned, slamming her cock into my cunt. “Yes, yes, that’s good. That’s amazing.”

It was. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was incredible to enjoy. Mom’s cock pumped away at me while I sucked on Anabella’s clit. My mind drank in the bliss washing out of my cunt. I squirmed.

“Christine!” the pipsqueak squealed.

Her incestuous cream flooded out into my hungry mouth. I drank it up as Mom slammed her hips forward. Mom gasped out. Her dick erupted. I gulped down spicy cunt juices while hot futa-cum pumped into my pussy.

“Oh, Christine, yes,” moaned Mom as she flooded my cunt. “That’s so good. Oh, yes, yes.”

My pussy milked Mom’s cock with hunger. My naughty snatch worked out all that cum. I drank it down, savoring every drop of Anabella’s cream that flooded into my mouth. The heady rush rippled though me. I groaned as my orgasm hit that wonderful peak.

This was so amazing. I soared on this high. How was this possible? How did I get so lucky to have a mother with a big futa-dick? I wanted to find out more. I wanted to learn everything about this wicked delight.

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Laurita Morales

I was so ready to be fucked by that big dick. I wanted it slamming into me. I wanted that cock plowing into my cunt with powerful strokes. It would be so amazing. I groaned, my pussy dripping in anticipation.

“Yes, yes, fuck my Mommy!” my daughter moaned. Ingrid flopped on the recliner, her legs thrown over its armrests. Cum matted her bush. She rubbed herself. “Mmm, let’s see some hot Mommy fucking.”

“Yes, I want to be fucked.” I turned around on my hands and knees, my big boobs swaying beneath me. “I want to get pounded. Fucked hard. Just ram that cock into me and fuck me like a slut!”

“A slut-mommy!” my daughter cooed.

“Mrs. Morales, I would love to,” the White futa groaned.

She fell to her knees and her cock smacked my rump. I shivered, savoring the feel of that cock lying over me. It was such a fun delight to enjoy. I wiggled my hips from side to side, aching to have that dick ram into me.

She would fuck me so hard. She would pound me with that cock. I groaned, so eager to feel every inch of her dick to plow into me. I bet it would be amazing. Just the best thing in the world. I would cum so hard on that cock.

“Ooh, I’m going to love this,” purred Jolene. Her cock nuzzled down into my bush. She pressed it right against my pussy folds. “You ready?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my big boobs quivering. “Fuck me!”

She thrust.

I gasped as her girl-cock penetrated into my pussy. My cunt squeezed down around that thick dick. The heat rushed through me. I shuddered, squeezing down around her. More and more of her shaft penetrated me.

My pussy rejoiced as she slid her cock to the hilt in me. I groaned, squeezing my snatch around her big dick. I reveled in having a dick in me again. A girl’s dick. She was huge. My eyes widened. I hadn’t felt this good in so long.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, Jolene, yes!”

“Mmm, you like that, huh?” she asked.

I nodded, loving it so much. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring that cock around in my twat. Pleasure rippled through my body. I smiled, and then I rocked forward. My pussy slid down her shaft, my cunt drinking in the friction.

“Yes!” she gasped and chased me, slamming into my pussy again.

Her crotch smacked into my rump. My boobs swayed. My daughter moaned in delight, watching the fun while scooping jizz out of her pussy. The same jizz I would soon have leaking out of my cunt. Futa-spunk.

Jolene gripped my hips and she fucked me. She worked that young clit-dick in and out of my cunt. My flesh squeezed about her big dick. I reveled in her hard plunges. She thrust hard into me. Fast. She buried her dick to the hilt in me again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Mother of God, that’s it. Stir up my cunt. Make me cum on this big dick.”

“Make my mother cum!” whimpered my daughter. “Just make her explode. She needs it.”

“Yes, yes, yes” gasped the futa as she fucked me. She pounded me hard. She buried that dick to the hilt in me. “Oh, take it. You love it!”

I did. I fucking did.

I moaned and gasped, my boobs heaving as I rocked back into her thrusts. My butt-cheeks rippled and writhed. Pleasure burst from them. I groaned, squeezing my snatch around her clit-dick. I loved every second of this. I savored every moment of her futa-dick burying to the hilt in me. It was outstanding.

I bit my lip, whimpering at the bliss. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as she fucked me like a bitch. It was incredible. I felt twenty again. Younger. I rocked back into that thick futa-dick stretching out my snatch.

Her girlish moans were so exciting. My orgasm swelled and swelled. The friction fed my impending climax. My cunt drank in the hard thrusts of her cock. My head tossed, my curly, black hair danced around my face.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to cum!” I moaned.

“Cum on that cock, Mommy!”

“Yes!” moaned Jolene, her fingernails biting into my hips.

She slammed her girl-cock into my cunt. She rammed that big futa-dick into my twat. It felt incredible. I gripped her with my tight flesh. I held on with all my might. The pleasure rippled through me.

I hurtled towards that moment of my climax. Just a few more strokes. My fingernails clawed at the carpet as her girl-cock buried into me again and again. My cunt clung to her young futa-dick. The stimulation rippled through me.

I gasped.

Exploded.

My pussy went wild around Jolene’s girl-dick. She gasped and slammed into me. Her dick erupted. The White girl pumped her futa-jizz into my snatch. I shuddered, my flesh rippling and writhing around her thick cock. Waves of rapture washed through my body. I threw back my head and howled in rapture.

“Ooh, that looks hot, Mommy,” moaned my watching daughter. “Milk that cock!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jolene moaned, her cum flooding my pussy. It was so amazing to feel spunk firing into me again. And so much of it. “You sexy MILF!”

I was sexy. It felt wonderful to be appreciated. After my husband left me for that bimbo, I’d felt so ugly.

My mind drowned in ecstasy. My big boobs swayed beneath me as I trembled through all that wonderful bliss. My mind blazed with such intensity. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy spasming and working out all that cum.

I groaned, my toes curling. I felt so amazing. I brimmed with such powerful satisfaction. It burned through my mind. I groaned, stirring my hips around that big dick. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding.

“Oh, wow, that’s good,” Jolene moaned. “Ooh, take it all.”

I had. I took it all. My hair swayed. I groaned as I savored that big, throbbing dick filling up my pussy. I sucked in deep breaths, my tits swaying beneath me. I smiled, luxuriating in this amazing delight.

My body buzzed with rapture. “How?” I croaked before I even realized it, my pussy clenching about her cock, her cum filling me up. “How do you have this?”

“My mother,” she purred, her hands stroking me. “Why? Want to be a naughty futa-MILF? Want to fuck with a big dick of your own?”

“Yes!” I gasped.

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Kayleen Harland worked in her basement lab, whipping up another batch of the substance that made clits into dicks. That made women into futas. She hoped her daughter was having fun. Kayleen had left a treatment on the counter.

It had been missing when she came home.

Kayleen wanted to make a few uses, eager to give Anabella a clit-dick and try out a young girl-cock. It was everything a futa-MILF needed. Her cunt itched as she worked with care. She couldn’t make any mistakes.

She wanted to have such wicked fun.

To be continued…

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The next day Mo’s mistress has a job for her

After a night of fun, Mo woke up in the hotel bed, Jessica’s arm draped over her still. Mo stayed still, enjoying the closeness, even though she was still quite sore from the night before. A few minutes later Jessica rolled over with a yawn and rubbed her eyes.

“Good morning pet,” she said when she saw that Mo was awake.

“Good morning,” Mo replied, leaning over for a kiss.

“I’m going to order us some breakfast and coffee. Why don’t you go get the shower started and I’ll join you in a minute?” Jessica told her.

Mo walked past the various clothes, toys and ropes scattered around the room while Jessica sat down at the hotel desk and called room service. After she used the toilet and started the shower, Mo hopped in and enjoyed the warm water on her aching body. Her breasts and ass were still a bit red from the spankings last night. Jessica joined her a few minutes later, and they spent an enjoyable time soaping and washing each other. Jessica teased Mo with her fingers, but didn’t go beyond that.

They got out of the shower, towelled themselves dry and got into a pair of hotel robes. They sat and chatted for a few minutes until there was a knock on the hotel door, and Jessica got up. She came back with tray that had two full breakfasts on it an a large pot of coffee. They watched a little tv as they ate, Mo enjoying just spending some time with Jessica.

It wasn’t until Jessica poured Mo her fourth cup of coffee that Mo began to suspect anything. “I don’t think I can have anymore coffee,” Mo said. “I’ll get all jittery.”

“That’s alright,” Jessica said, taking away the cup of coffee. A moment later it was replaced by a large glass of water. “You can have this instead.”

Mo was already feeling like maybe she had had a bit too much to drink already that morning, but she did as she was told. Jessica patted her on the head, and started cleaning up the room. Once most of the toys were put away, Jessica opened Mo’s suitcase and began going through her clothes. She set out a short skirt, a baby blue thong and a tight t-shirt.

Jessica stood back and said, “I think that should be a cute outfit. Why don’t you get dressed.”

“Shouldn’t there be a bra?” Mo asked.

“Don’t be silly,” Jessica told her. “The shirt will be perfectly fine.”

Mo wasn’t sure about that. Without a bra on underneath, her breasts would be pushing through the thin fabric in a very obvious way.

“Hurry up now pet. Unless you want another spanking?”

Mo hurried over to the clothes, discarding the robe along the way. She rear was a little to tender for another spanking quite yet. She pulled on the tight top, then stepped into the thong, before finally sipping on the skirt which barely covered her ass. She turned so Jessica could see, very conscious of her hard nipples showing through the shirt.

“Perfect,” Jessica said with a small clap of appreciation. “There are just two more things. Flip up your skirt and bend over the bed.”

Mo did as she was told. Jessica came up behind her, feeling and squeezing her ass. She then spread Mo’s cheeks, pulled the string of the thong to one side, and slowly pushed an already lubricated buttplug into Mo’s ass. When it was all the way in, Jessica readjusted the thong back into place. Then she slipped something into the front of Mo’s thong so that it rested on top of her pussy and was held in place by the fabric. Mo jumped when it started buzzing. Jessica has put a vibrating egg into her panties, controlled by the remote that she was holding.

“I think that will do,” Jessica said, surveying her handiwork. She turned the egg on and off a few times to watch Mo’s reaction and make sure that it was held in place. “Now, I forgot to bring a few things with me. There’s a Safeway’s across the street where you should be able to get them.”

“You want me to go shopping? Like this!” Mo sputtered.

“Of course. That’s what I got you all dressed up after all.”

“Um, okay. I can try. What do you need?”

“I wrote you a list,” Jessica said, handing Mo a folded piece of paper and a twenty dollar bill. “You can read the list when you get to the store.”

Mo took the paper, and moved towards the bathroom door.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jessica asked.

“I need to go pee before I go out,” Mo whined. All the coffee and water she had drunk that morning had arrived in her bladder, and she was starting to feel the need in a big way.

“You can do that when you get back. Hurry along now,” Jessica said as she guided Mo to the hotel door. The door shut behind Mo, and then the vibrator nestled against her pussy turned on. It felt amazing, but it also put more pressure on her bladder. Mo tried to hurry to the elevator, but the buttplug made it hard to walk quickly, and the sensations from her pussy kept distracting her. When she got to the elevator Mo was relieved to see that there was no one else waiting. She hit the call button and waited.

In the elevator ride down, the vibrator turned off, just as Mo was starting to wonder what she would do if it triggered an orgasm while she was out. Her relief was short lived however, as it turned back on as she was walking through the lobby. Jessica appeared to have programmed it with a five minutes on, two minutes off cycle. Mo had to walk half a block and wait for the lights to change before she could cross the street to get to the grocery store. By the time she got there she was a mess. Her thong had been soaked through, her nipples were pushing straight out of her shirt and her face was flushed. She stepped inside, trying to ignore the growing pressure in her bladder, and unfolded Jessica’s note.

When she read it, Mo’s face turned and even brighter red. Jessica wanted her to buy a bottle of lube and two large cucumbers. The note also specified that she wasn’t allowed to use the self checkout, she had to see a cashier. Mo could feel that a number of the men and a few of the women in the store were checking out her outfit as she grabbed a basket and hurried to the pharmacy section. She grabbed the first bottle of lube she saw on the shelf, just as the vibrator turned on and she moaned. A teenage girl buying tampons watched her and giggled.

Trying her best to hurry, Mo headed to the produce section, the buttplug a pleasurable and incredibly distracting presence as she walked. She tossed two English cucumbers into her basket, dreading what Jessica had planned for them. Mo hurried over to the checkout. She was able to get into the express lane with only one person ahead of her. Mo unloaded her things onto the conveyer belt, trying to press her legs together under her skirt to help with the pressure on her bladder. When the customer ahead of her was done, the middle aged cashier rang up the cucumbers and lube for Mo. She didn’t say anything as Mo paid her, but Mo could tell she was amused by the whole thing.

After an excruciating walk back to the hotel, Mo got into the elevator, thankfully alone again. She was almost ready to explode when the vibrator turned on as the door opened at her floor and she grabbed her crotch with one hand to try and keep it in while she waddled down the hallway. She knocked on the hotel room, praying that Jessica would open it quickly. Jessica did, but then she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

“What are you doing?” Mo begged. “I need to pee!”

Jessica just grabbed Mo’s hand and led her down the hallway. She pulled Mo into the small room that contained the ice machine and a couple of vending machines. Jessica took the shopping bag from Mo’s hand to check that she had bought everything on the list, ignoring Mo’s desperation. Jessica nodded with satisfaction, then took one of the plastic buckets for ice and set it on the tiled floor.

“You can piss now,” Jessica said, indicating the bucket.

Mo was too frantic to care that someone might walk in on them. She reached down to pull off her thong, only for Jessica to stop her.

“Those stay on.”

Mo shot Jessica an evil glare, but she squatted down over the bucket. It was then that Jessica turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. Mo couldn’t help herself, her bladder released and a huge orgasm ripped through her. The aftershocks where still making her shiver and moan when she finally stopped peeing, the bucket beneath her half full of yellow liquid. Mo’s thong was completely soaked, and her thighs were wet with urine.

Jessica handed Mo back the shopping bag and said, “Come along, lets go get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Mo asked indignantly as she stood up and followed Jessica out of the ice room.

“Don’t forget your piss,” Jessica told her. “You don’t want to leave that for the cleaning staff.”

Face burning, Mo walked back to their hotel room carrying the shopping bag and ice bucket full of urine.

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Exploring new things

Part 7 Old Man and Young Tenant
William had been to the doctor and except for a little high blood pressure he was fine. The doctor had told him to take it easy and not work so hard, little did the doctor know the sort of exercise William was getting. The blood pressure medicine was going to cause some problems though.

Ann and Alice continued to have sex on an almost daily basis. They were now very close friends and seem to go and do everything together. Their close friendship was noted by several of the other tenants and there were some knowing smiles as they were seen going into Williams apartment on occasion.

Nursing training put individual in situations where they see and do things that most people never know about. The day they learned about enemas was a very interesting time. At first the women were embarrassed and then amused. They even started to giggle a little as their thoughts took them in all the wrong places. They used life sized dummies for the training and the comments that flew around the room were wild. They were chastised by the instructor but still could not keep a straight face.

When they got back to the apartment Ann and Alice still were talking and thinking about class that day. They engaged in some pleasurable touching but did not get to do anything heavy as the other girls returned before they could.

Alice went to bed that night with some very strange thoughts. Soon her hand found her warm wet pussy and she thought about what she had seen during the day. She began to wonder what it would be like getting an enema and then she reached further and let a finger massage her tight little rosebud of an anus. She continued to finger her anus and her clit until she reached an orgasm. She did enjoy the sensation of the anal massage and thought maybe the enema might be enjoyable, she would have to talk to Ann about that.

Without talking to anyone she had purchased a disposable enema and used it on herself one day after school. The sensation of the liquid squirting into her ass while she fingered her pussy was great and she bought several more of the disposable enemas. The next time she put the silver bullet vibrator in her pussy and then squirted the liquid in her ass. The orgasm was great and she decided to tell Ann all about it.

There had not been any time that the two were alone long enough to start anything and finally Alice had taken Ann to Williams’s apartment to be alone. Alice was so horny for Ann that as soon as they closed the door she grabbed Ann and kissed her hard and deep. Her tongue pushed into Ann’s mouth and attacked her tongue while her hands moved all over her body. Then she broke the kiss.

“Oh man I wanted that in the worst way and I am so horny for you.” Alice’s hands were moving all over Ann’s body and then started to unbutton her blouse.

“Oh yes I want you too I was wet just walking over here, I hope we have enough time,” and Ann’s hands started to undo Alice’s dress. She undid all the buttons to the waist and then bent and kissed her bare belly and let her tongue tickle and move up to the bra. Then as she pulled the top of the dress over Alice’s shoulders her lips and tongue worked over the bare skin above the bra. Her teeth took the bra strap and pulled it off. Then she started the other side. All the time Alice was working on Ann’s skirt and blouse the skirt dropped quickly and the blouse was open exposing the very sexy bra Ann was wearing. One of the sexy bras William had bought her.

“Oh me too, I want to eat and lick you so bad.” With that Ann ripped off Alice’s bra and took hold of each breast and as she squeezed them both she sucked a nipple hard into her mouth and then let her teeth close around the very hard brown nipple.

The sensation of Ann’s teeth on her nipple sent the most pleasurable sensations through her body and she moaned and pull Ann’s hip to her and felt the pubic bone rub her hip. She was wet and needed more. Alice sucked hard and then finished pulling down the dress then her hand was caressing Alice’s satin panty cover ass as the pubic mounds of each met and the ground together.

There was a lot of moaning coming from the wet bodies. Alice in her blue satin panties was wiggling against Ann who was in her black panties and lacy push up bra. Quickly the girls moved to the bedroom and fell on the bed in each other’s arms. Slowly Alice removed the bra, kissing Ann’s breasts and nipples with tenderness at first then with the passion of a very horny woman she was sucking and biting then all over. A little pain only heightened the pleasure for Ann and this was sort of new for her. The pain of Alice’s teeth biting on her nipple sent thrills through her body starting deep in her pussy and moving up to the back of her neck. A shiver raced through her and her whole body tensed and quivered as a small orgasm took her. Alice grabbed Ann’s head and made a fist holding hair in each hand then pushed her head down. Ann kissed, licked and sucked the soft smooth flesh of Alice’s belly. Ann hooked her thumbs in the panties and as her head moved lower she pulled the panties down. Very slowly the pubic mound was exposed to Ann’s lips and then the panties were down to Alice’s ankles and Ann’s lips were over the clit. Ann sucked the clit hard and let her tongue part the lips and start to lick the slit. The feeling of Ann’s mouth on her pussy sent Alice into orgasm causing her to tense up and moan loudly. Ann sucked in the wetness of passion that now flowed from Alice’s very wet pussy. Her hands had moved up to cup, squeeze and pinch the nipples of each breast. Alice tensed and shook as several more thrills ran through her body. Alice exhaled and lay back then pulled Ann up alongside of her. Alice’s hands then started to caress Ann’s body as she lay on her back and Alice on her side. The hand moved first very lightly tracing the nose, eye, and lips then moved to ear and down neck. Finger tips only very lightly touching the soft warm smooth skin. Ann felt tingles as the finger moved lower over her breast and then she even arched her back a little as the finger neared the nipple. She wanted the hand to squeeze her tit and then pinch the nipple but it was not happening fast enough for her. Ann took the hand and moved it over her tit and pushed it down hard.

“Squeeze it and pinch my nipples now, oh yes.” She moaned as the hand cupped, squeezed and took the nipple between thumb and finger pulling it back hard. “Yes, more, pinch harder, ah.”
Ann was now squirming and her own hand was between her legs massaging her pussy. Two fingers slipped into the warm wet pussy and found the G spot. Ann moaned loudly and bucked her hips up as the orgasm surged through her.

Now both girls lay on the bed, entwined in each other’s arms and legs, wet with the moisture of passion. They were kissing and touching as William entered the apartment.

He knew the girls were here as there were clothes scattered about and the bedroom door was closed.
The idea of two cute naked girls on his bed aroused him but his cock did not get as hard as it use to. Seems the medication he was taking was causing some problems. He opened the door and there was a beautiful sight. Both girls were naked and and their bodies glistened with the perspiration. His cock jumped and started to harden, still not the rock hard shaft of the past.

“Well, look what I found in my bed two little Goldilocks. Did you find it just right?” He moved over to the edge of the bed and ran a hand up and down the bare legs. “MMM, I do love the smooth soft skin on you two.”
“We just had to get some time alone together and the other girls have been in and out all week and we just could not wait any more. Please don’t be upset with us okay.”

William smiled and thought, upset with having two naked girls laying on my bed. “Now how could I be upset, two beautiful naked girls laying here all wet and horny.” “ You are horny aren’t you?”
Alice replied quickly, “Well I sure was but Ann sort of took care of it.”

“I am always horny but Alice is so good and feels great”, as her hand moved up and down Alice’s body.
The feel of Ann’s hand sent shivers through Alice’s body and she started to get turned on again.

William noticed the expression on Alice’s’ face and the sight of Ann stroking her body turned him on.
“Well you two look so good”, and he bent down and kiss each slow and soft at first and then increased the pressure and passion. His tongue part Alice’s lips and he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him hard. His hands move over her body with the urgency of a horny old man. Ann watched as William kissed Alice and started to grope her body; cupping her breasts and feeling her nipples harden against the palm of his hand. Then he felt his pants being unbuckled and opened. Ann pulled his pants and shorts down and he stepped out of them. She then caressed his cock and cupped his balls as she slid her other hand up across his belly. Alice gave a little moan and let her hands move around his back and pull up his shirt, which was soon shed. Now William was naked and his libido was very active.

William let out a low animal moan as Ann’s hand tightened around his balls and her other hand started to pump his cock. Alice’s tongue was exploring his mouth while her hands moved down his bare back to his ass. She pulled his butt cheeks apart and squeezed them hard digging her nails into his flesh.
He moaned again and felt a new pleasurable sensation surge from his ass to his head. Alice then started to probe his anus with her middle finger and there was no hesitation from either of them. Her middle finger was into his ass to the second knuckle and Ann was now kissing, licking and sucking his cock. Then she took his semi hard cock fully into her mouth.

William felt his cock slid into her mouth and the feel of her lips and teeth moving up his cock made him quiver with pleasure. Her tongue worked the bottom of his cock as it slid deeper and deeper until the head hit the back of her throat.

She loved the feel of his cock and the sensation of the cap as it moved further into her mouth. She tongued the shaft as best she could but it was big and there was little room in her mouth. Playing with his balls made him moan and she got all wet and hot hearing his response to her administrations.

Alice was probing his anus and Ann was sucking his cock. William was tensing as his body responded to the girls play. He bend and grabbed some legs, at this point he did not care who’s, and pulled them so he could eat a sweet wet hot pussy. His tongue parted the wet lips of Ann’s pussy and slid up and found her clit. Sucking her clit and probing her pussy with a finger which he then used to probe her tight little anus. He pushed the finger into her ass as he sucked hard on her pussy causing her to suck on his cock even more.

He started to buck his hips and tense up and felt Ann tense as well. Then William shot a big load of cum deep into her mouth and Ann tensed and moaned as the orgasm surged through her. She was shaking and tensing so her teeth were biting into his cock. Just as he exploded Alice had pushed two fingers into his ass and this heightened all sensation.

Now there was a mass of bucking quivering moaning bodies on the bed as William came and Ann had and orgasm. Only Alice was not having as much enjoyment and she felt left out. William rolled on to his back and Ann lay alongside, both breathing heavily.

“Hey when do I get to have some fun?” Alice then put a hand on her pussy and rubbed it hard.
“Oh you poor neglected little thing come here and let me do that” and William reached out and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply probing her mouth with his tongue. He kissed her hard for a moment and then let the kiss move along her jaw to the ear which he nibbled on and then moved down her neck biting, sucking and kissing as he went. He moved down over her breast and kissing and licked them until he heard a little moan and sigh from her. Then he circled her nipple with his tongue until she grabbed his head and forced him to take the nipple into his mouth. Sucking the nipple deep and grasping it with his teeth he got a whimper from her as he pulled back. He then moved down kissing and licking over her belly until he reached the pubic mound which he sucked hard. Moving down he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and his tongue licked and sought the clit. As he closed over the clit and sucked she bucked her hips up to meet him. Ann then moved in and started to kiss Alice probing her mouth with her tongue while she massaged and pinched her breast and nipples. He spread her legs wide until she thought he would split her pussy wide open. Then while he sucked the clit he pushed two fingers into her pussy.

She thought she would explode with the pleasure of the sensation of her legs being spread wide then the feeling of the fingers wiggling inside her pussy made her moan and orgasm. She bucked her hips up hard and he removed the finger from her pussy and pushed them into her ass. Then she felt his thumb enter her pussy. Her body began to quiver and shake as a massive orgasm raced through her.

Ann felt Alice buck and tense and she sucked even harder on the tits.
Alice had a great orgasm and both William and Ann continued to assault her body sucking her nipples and clit while fingers probed her pussy and ass.

This went on until Alice had had another orgasm and she begged them to stop. Then they all lay on the bed exhausted and sated.

William notice the funny flash in his closed eyes and a head ache started.
“Well that was an enjoyable afternoon or is it evening now.” Ann was not sure what time it was but figured they had better get up and moving.

“Hey anyone for a shower” and Ann got up and headed to the bathroom followed by Alice and then William.
There wasn’t really enough room in the shower for all 3 of them so William just watched as the two soaped each other down paying special attention to the most sensitive spots.

William wondered if maybe the girls were starting to find more interest in each other and he was now just a second thought. Oh well, he thought, this could not last forever, hell my body could not take much more of this heavy sex. Still you really enjoyed it, you dirty old man. He looked at the two naked girls washing each other smiled and chuckled. In days long past he would have had a massive hard on but now his libido was spent and his cock was limp. Still he did enjoy their company and the sight of them in the shower seemed to be enough for now.

The girls dried off while William showered and he notice how they were totally absorbed with drying each other and no thought of him.
When they were all dry and sitting in the living room he asked how things were at school. They explained how the study and work load had gotten very heavy and so they did not have much time to be together or with him. It was then that William noticed the open gym bag and reached into it pulling out a disposable enema bottle.
“Hey what’s this, ah what are you two into now you naughty little girls”.

Alice blushed a little and said, “We were shown how to do enemas at school the other day and I got it to see what it would be like. I tried it and well it was sort of a turn on especially when I used it with my vibrator.”
Now Ann looks at her and smiled and William’s mouth was just hanging open.
William could not believe what he heard but no matter his little Alice had turned into a very sexy woman with some very sexy feeling.

“So you brought it here to try it out did you? And just who were you going to try it on? I think maybe I should just bend you over and stick it in your ass for you , fill your sweet little behind with all sorts of stuff.” William had also taken a couple of blue pills before getting in the shower and his cock twitched at the thought of the girls naked again. Then his cock got even harder when he thought of giving them enemas and fucking them. He wondered what it would be like to fill their pussy with cum while the enema filled their ass with soapy water. A nasty smile crossed his lips.

“Well I did not have time to talk to Ann about it but hey I did have a really good orgasm when I tried it so I thought maybe.” She reached over at took the bottles.
Ann smiled and looked at William who now had a massive erection and a dirty smile on his face.
Both girls had put on big T shirts and panties after the shower. William had put on some sweats and a T shirt.
“So you want to give Ann an enema maybe while I am fucking her?” He saw Ann smile at the suggestion and thought, well she is game.

“I don’t know what I want to try but we can just see how things go, right?” Alice was a little nervous with the idea but also turned on. “Maybe we should do you while you fuck one of us, sort of filling both holes at once.”
William was sitting in his big recliner and patted his lap, “ come here and sit on my lap”.

All the talk had gotten Ann very horny and curious. She wondered what it would be like to have a dick in her pussy and the enema tub in her ass. She jumped up quickly sitting on Williams lap and she felt his hard cock against her tight buns.

She gave a wiggle of her butt teasing his cock and making her pussy wet with anticipation. “Oh you seem to be all set to have a go now.” She bent and kissed him hard on the lips forcing her tongue between his lips. His hands responded instantly one reaching up under the T shirt up the back and the other under the T shirt rubbing her warm wet pussy. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulls it down as the T shirt came up exposing her breasts. She wanted his lips around her nipples.

Ann moaned as his lips took the nipple and sucked it deep.
Alice had been watching and then got up and wanted to join in. She took Ann’s head kissing her deeply while her hand cupped the other breast and pinched the nipple. Ann’s hand move under Alice’s shirt and found her wet pussy.

Alice broke the kiss and stood up, “okay come here”, and she took William by the hand leading him to the kitchen chair. “You sit and Ann you face him straddle his legs”. They all quickly got naked.

Ann was hot and wanted that hard cock so she spread her legs and sat down. Alice reaches down and guided his cock to Ann’s pussy. Ann let out a moan as the cock slipped into her and penetrated her pussy deeply. Then she started to move up and down, feeling the cock head sliding inside her and occasionally hitting the cervix caused her body to tense.

The feel of the naked woman on his lap sent a thrill through him and when she flexed her pussy muscle around his cock he moaned deeply.

Alice had gotten one of the enema bottles and now reached down and started to play with Ann’s butt cheeks. She pulled the cheeks apart and then slid her hand down to her pussy and Williams cock. She cupped his balls causing him to moan loudly and she wet her fingers with the juices flowing from Ann’s hot wet pussy. Then she moved her wet fingers back and teased her anus. Very slowly she slipped a finger into Ann causing her to wiggle and moan. Then she put a second finger in and pushed them deep.

The sensation of Alice’s finger in your ass made Ann buck harder and sit down hard on his cock.
Alice pulled her fingers out and pushed the enema tube into Ann’s ass. As soon as it was in as deep as it would go she squeezed the bottle sending the warm soapy liquid deep into Ann’s bowels.

The warm liquid squirting into her ass and the big cock filling her pussy sent sensations through her she had not experienced before and her body quivered as an orgasm started to surge through her.

He felt her pussy grip his cock with suck force he could only moan. Her breasts were rubbing his face and he grabbed them in each hand and squeezed them hard as he started to cum. He may be old but still he could shoot a good load of cum and he felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load into the tight hot pussy.
She could not believe the feeling of the liquid being squirted into her ass and his cock squirting cum into her pussy. She screamed out; “oh yes fuck me, fuck me in my ass you bastard, fuck my cunt, yes, oh yes fill me.” She moaned and gyrated on his lap squeezing both his cock and the enema tube.

Then it was over and his cock was getting soft and slipping out. Alice had pulled the enema tube out. She clasped against his chest and then looked at him and kissed him gently. The feel of the naked body was good but now she had to go to the bathroom.

Ann had gone and Alice looked at William and smile a very devilish smile, “ you up for another go around?”
William’s head ache had returned and he looked at the woman stand in front of him, “are you trying to kill me? I don’t think I could anything right now. I am going to have to take another shower now.” He got up and headed to the bathroom.

Ann was in the shower again as he entered and he just got in with her. Taking the soap he started to wash and they soaped each other. Alice watched them and it turned her on so much she started to rub her pussy and then slipped her panties off and was rubbing her clit and squeezing a breast and pinching the nipple hard.

They saw Alice masturbating and realized she had not had as much as they had. They reached out and pulled her into the shower which was now crowded but no matter. Two naked women and a naked man in a shower is not crowded its fun. William slid down the back wall and let his legs slide out so his mouth was level with Alice’s wanting pussy. His hands grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her to him. His tongue teased her pussy lips and then her clit while Ann went and got the other enema bottle.

Ann returned and came up behind Alice and reached around and cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples causing her to moan. William was kneading the butt cheeks and his finger was probing her anus with one hand and her pussy with the other. He was biting and sucking the pussy lips and tonguing the clit. Alice was moaning and twisting as Ann pushed the enema tube deep up her ass causing her to gasp and moan loudly.
Alice was enjoying it and moaned for more; “ oh yes push it deeper please more, fuck me eat me oh fuck my ass.”

Ann squeezed the bottle shooting the liquid deep into Alice’s bowels.
Williams fingers were deep into her pussy and his tongue whipped her clit.
Alice moaned and screamed and then settled down. Ann pulled the tube out as Alice squatted down and the soapy liquid gushed out of her. There was a soft moan and Alice clasped onto William.
They all showered again.

The women dressed and left as they had studying to do before tomorrow and a long night ahead.

William was feeling weak and the head ache was getting worse. He had put on some boxers and gone to bed.
The next day Alice had stopped by at Williams to talk and used her key to enter. She could not get an answer and then she found him lying on the bed in his boxers. Her nurse training kicked in and she ran over and took his pulse. Nothing, he was dead. William died with a smile on his face put there by two very sexy women.

This is the end of the series “Old Man Young Tenant”. I hope you enjoyed all of it. Sorry if the grammar and spelling are not perfect. I could not think of where else to take the story so I had to end it. I will be writing more for the Apartment complex and some other stories that have been requested.

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This is the sixth installment of my “God is a Slut” series. Big character and plot chapter, not a whole lot of sex. I’ll definitely write one more of these, for Rachel’s final test, and then I might write an epilogue, though I’m not sure. I know this one came out a month after the last, but I’ve been busy. I included a synopsis of the last five chapters just in case you forgot them, or haven’t read them yet.

STORY SO FAR

Chapter 1
Lucifer and God are both women, and both very sexually active. They make a bet, where God tries to create a human of ultimate purity, and Lucifer (called Lucy), tries to corrupt that child. Rachel is the main character here, a god-fearing, virgin, college freshmen with a killer body. She gets sent to hell, much to her shock, and is given the details of her quest. She agrees to do it, and misinterprets God’s slutty nature as a test of her faith. The first trial in Lucy’s seven-day fuck fest, is to resist the temptation of the succubi. God decides to join in, and instantly falls prey to the demon’s seduction, because God is a total whore. Rachel, however, believes God’s fall from grace is an act, and wills her way out of the seduction, passing the first test, but not after having some lesbian fun. Lucy pays her debt to God by getting fisted in the ass.

Chapter 2
Lucy tempts Rachel with Rachel’s darkest fantasy, which just happens to be fucking her brother, Jake. Jake is brought down to hell, and falls prey to the seduction of the devil (Lucy). Jake and Rachel fuck, and Rachel almost gives in to Lucy’s temptation, but is stopped when she realizes that Jake only had sex with her because Lucy corrupted him. God makes Lucy have sex with Jake as penance.

Chapter 3
Rachel is turned into a hermaphrodite, a beautiful creature that combines the best assets of a man and woman. She grows confident, and has the best sex of her life with the queen of the hermaphrodites; Kaitlyn. God gets jealous that she’s not getting any action, so she tries to join in on the fun, only to get borderline raped by Rachel and Kaitlyn. Rachel revels in her new confidence and power, a theme that will persevere throughout the series. She ultimately rejects the temptation of the hermaphrodites, because she sees God’s jealous attempt to regain her affection, as a sacrifice to show her faith in Rachel. In reality, God just wanted some dick. Lucy is forced into a mechanized sexual contraption to pay off her bet.

Chapter 4
Lucy desperately searches for a way to turn Rachel to her side, and seeks the help of sexologist Alfred Kinsey, and psychologist Sigmund Freud. They come to the conclusion that the best way to get to Rachel, is to make her feel like God can’t help her. God agrees to play along, and her and Rachel are kidnapped by Lucy and a gang of demons. God and Rachel get gangraped, and God pretends to be corrupted and subservient to Lucy. Despite seeing her God so humbled, Rachel decides she rather be raped for ever (as she’s very much enjoying it now) than join Lucy. The facade falls, and it is revealed to Rachel that they were just filming a porno the whole time. Despite this, Rachel had given up part of her soul to the darkness in her lust for power, power to become the mistress of the demons that would be her rapists. Lucy must star in a sequel to the porno to pay off her debt.

Chapter 5
God and Lucy notice that Rachel has a hint of corruption in her soul. The diagnostic says that the corruption is a desire for power. Lucy decides to tailor her next test to take advantage of this. God, Lucy and Rachel go back to earth, where Rachel is still a college freshman at ASU. Rachel is now much more confident than she was before she left, and she uses that to her advantage. Anna Patterson, the woman who tortured Rachel throughout her childhood and teen years, invites Lucy, God and Rachel to a party, because the trio are getting all the attention of the boys Anna likes. Rachel turns the party into an orgy with the help of Lucy, and Lucy gives Rachel the ability to corrupt souls. Rachel seduces Anna (actually, she kind of publicly rapes her), and in so doing, corrupts Anna, and makes her Rachel’s slave. But such debauchery comes with a price, as Rachel’s inner corruption grows inside her. God tells Rachel it’s over, but Rachel isn’t having any of that shit. She risks her immortal soul to stem the corruption, scaring the shit out of God and Lucy in the process. She stops the spread, but that corrupted soul is now part of her. God and Lucy both partake in penance for their contribution to Rachel’s state, and Anna Patterson voluntarily becomes Rachel’s slave, because Rachel’s pussy is just that good.

And now, we continue with our story.

LUCIFER

I was in my usual black leather corset, black leather boots, black skirt, and fishnet stockings. Only now, my corset was pulled down to my ribs, my black skirt was hiked passed my hips, and my garters were digging into the fat of my ass as I was taken from behind. My full, crimson thighs were spread in a “v,” my supple glutes rippling from the force of the pelvic blows that were dealt to me. My spine was arching so concavely that my navel was level with my clit. My shoulder blades protruded from my straining back as my arms shook in their straightened positions, my hands gripping the stones of the wall in a white-knuckled grasp. My head fell between my outstretched arms as a bead of sweat dripped down my brow and fell from the point of my nose. I panted and moaned in rhythm with the cadence of Jesus’s thrusts, my eyes widening with each bout of increasing pleasure. Two thousand years ago, I had fucked Jesus much like this for his final test, and he denied me. He was every bit as good now as he was then.

“You said she was half-way gone?” Jesus said with a firm slap on my scarlet ass, “Partially corrupted? Shouldn’t she already be yours?”

“Yes!” I cried out, savoring his full hardness driving through my tender depths, “But she stemmed it!”

“How did she do that?” Jesus asked, his slapping hands now sinking their fingers into the fat of my backside.

“She damn near killed her immortal soul!” I shrieked, my head flinging upward, sending my black hair swinging in an arc, “She fought herself until her soul resolved into two halves of a whole; I’ve never seen anyone do that before!”

“You’re desperate,” Jesus laughed cruelly, “you must be, to come to me for help.”

“I am!” I conceded through a yelp of pleasure, my back arching so violently that my breasts and face pressed against the stones of the wall, “Rachel has denied me at every turn, even when I had her!”

“And now you’re whoring yourself out to me for favors?” Jesus laughed, and covetously squeezed my breasts, the soft flesh of my bosom protruding from his grasping fingers.

“You won’t take any other currency,” I smiled back at him, one side of my face grinding against the wall while the other revealed my mouth gaping in pleasure, “and I don’t mind in the least.”

“I want you at my beck and call for a month,” Jesus said, “and I get to decide what we do.”

“A week,” I groaned as I pushed my juicy ass into his pelvis, “and another week after, if Rachel comes to my side.”

“And I get to do everything I want to you.” Jesus growled, squeezing my breasts until they hurt in just the right way.

“Anything!” I screamed as I felt myself climaxing.

“You know,” Jesus laughed as he plowed into my quivering pussy, “you could have just asked. I would have gladly dissuaded Rachel from playing God’s stupid game for free.”

“Aaaaaaaah!” was my only response as my face wrenched upward and my eyes widened in ecstasy.

“But since you’re paying me so generously,” Jesus panted as his cock pulsated inside of me, “I’ll make sure to really try.”

My body convulsed in a crescendo of ballooning pleasure that radiated from my pelvis and spread outward. I rigorously backed my ass into Jesus as I felt him throbbing uncontrollably inside me. I screamed out in euphoria as the rising pressure released in a wave of felicitous expansion. Sweat poured from my crimson flesh and my lips trembled. Jesus roared out behind me and blew his hot cum deep into my violated pussy. I felt his seed rush into me and seep into the depths of my womb. The last desperate throes of lust left me, and I breathed heavily as my heart pounded in my ears. Blissful satisfaction took over me, and I pulled from Jesus, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding out of me. I turned around to my newest partner and smiled wickedly.

“What are you going to do to poor Rachel?” I asked him, my hand entangling in his wavy curls.

“Nothing,” Jesus smiled back, “I’m just going to be myself.”

GOD

“…and she’ll do anything I say, won’t you girl?” Rachel crinkled her nose at her new pet.

Anna Patterson had her tongue out, her eyes large and submissive, her mouth curled in a smile, gaping open and panting like a dog. She nodded to her master, her collar jangling, her nametag reading: “Rachel’s bitch.” Rachel patted her pet affectionally on the head, brought the college freshman’s face between her legs, then leaned her own head back, closed her eyes blissfully, and sighed.

“You know you’ll have to release her once you pass Lucy’s final tests,” I said, watching my favorite daughter being eaten out by her slave in the lavish living room, “right?”

“I know,” Rachel sighed, giving me a faux pouty-face, “but for the next two days, she’s mine. Aren’t you girl?”

Anna nodded up to her master, her eyes full of adoration and unconditional love, her platinum blonde hair done up in pig tails, her blue horns glistening in the sunlight, and her leather-clad slave outfit clinging vulgarly to her trim, tan frame. Rachel smiled down at her, hiked up her own dress a bit further, and guided Anna back into her depths.

Rachel had changed so much over the course of Lucy’s test. I liked her more this way, on a personal level, but it worried me that she may be too far gone to pass the final two tests. Lucy always saved the hardest for last, and she already had corrupted half of Rachel’s soul. Even watching her now, I could see Rachel’s dark side lying dormant, waiting for a chance to take over her better half. I would have to really try to set a godly example for her; something I had failed miserably at for the last five tests. No, I could no longer be the slut I truly was in front of Rachel. Even if she believed the entire thing was an act to test her faith (and I had no idea how should could be so naive), seeing her lord and savior filled to the brim with cock and lapping up cum like it was candy was probably not a good perception.

I’m going to have to be the god she thinks I am, I thought, or she’ll become the whore she wants to be.

Is it really fair to deny her what she wants? Lucy’s voice rang in my head, Wouldn’t it be the more godly thing to let her be herself?

It was you who corrupted her, I smirked back, she would be a nun by now if it weren’t for you.

If it weren’t for US, Lucy retorted, you could have left Rachel alone on earth, but you made her for this exact reason.

Why don’t you come down here? I asked, Isn’t you conjugal visit with Jesus over by now?

I’m going to be limping for a week after that one, Lucy laughed, he sure resents me.

Not as much as he hates me. I frowned.

Lucy appeared in a puff of black smoke, her black hair a disheveled mess, her bra strap hanging over one of her red shoulders, her obsidian lipstick smeared, and her corset torn down the middle. She twirled her hand in an unnecessary bravado (always one for theatrics, Lucy is), and her messy demeanor righted itself perfectly.

“Hey Lucy,” Rachel said with a slight wave and subtle moan as her new pet buried her tongue between her folds, “God said you were just planning my next test.”

“I was,” Lucy smiled warmly at Rachel, “and I think you’re going to love it.”

“Tell me,” Rachel said, motioning for Lucy to come over, “and share Anna with me; God has decided not to test my faith today.”

“Interesting…” Lucy smirked at me and searched my eyes, “I wonder what changed.”

“Testing her faith seemed so cruel after what we put her through,” I said curtly, “she doesn’t need two deities tempting her.”

“Maybe…” Lucy said as she strutted over to Anna, before looking over her shoulder and smiling at me, “or maybe someone is more afraid of losing than they’re letting on. Rachel,” she said, turning her attention to the pure child, “I’d love to share Anna with you.”

Lucy slid next to Rachel on the couch, and spread her legs. Rachel slid her hands between Lucy’s thighs and dipped her fingers into the devil’s slit. Lucy’s pouting lips curled into a grin, and she eyed me over Rachel’s shoulder as she leaned in to accept her kiss. Anna continued her dutiful licking as Rachel swapped spit with Lucy and explored her insides. Lucy let out an unintentional moan and her eyes flashed open and stared at me.

She’s getting really good at this. Lucy’s telepathic voice moaned in my mind, Like, really good.

Don’t mind me, I said, I’ll just sit over here and watch…by myself…flicking the ole’ bean.

Lucy didn’t respond. Rachel had slipped her free hand beneath Lucy’s corset and undone the stringing that held it up. The devil’s large, perfectly shaped crimson breasts popped out in a delightful bounce. Rachel’s lips left Lucy’s and trailed kisses down her long neck. Lucy’s eyes closed and her head tilted upward as a blissful moan escaped from her black lips. Rachel continued kissing Lucy down her body until she reached her breasts; Anna licking her master’s slit the whole time. Rachel took a red nipple into her mouth and began to suck ardently. I heard the soft sounds of slurping mix with Lucy’s increasingly desperate tenor. Rachel beckoned Anna away with a gentle movement of her thigh, and then began to straddle across Lucy’s lap before she was stopped.

“Rachel,” Lucy gasped, her eyes half-mast in lust, “only fingers, honey; we can’t have sex.”

“Why not?” Rachel asked in a wining voice, “God and I had sex, but you and I only ever fisted each other and kissed.”

“Because…” Lucy trailed off, “reasons…”

“Oooooooh,” Rachel smirked, “I see; you’re the final test, aren’t you?”

“Damn,” Lucy laughed, “I was hoping to make it a surprise.”

“Do you really think,” Rachel teased as both her hands slid down Lucy’s exposed torso and toyed with the devil between her legs, “you’re a good enough lay to turn me from God?”

“Mmmmm,” Lucy moaned, “maybe I’ll give you a quick taste, just to put you back in your place. You’ve been getting so uppity since your last test.”

“Bring it, bitch.” Rachel smirked in an uncharacteristic display of profanity and defiance. Lucy raised a single eyebrow and smiled out of the corner of her mouth. Five seconds later, Rachel was on the floor, writhing in the throes of unbelievable ecstasy, her screams echoing through the room while Lucy’s fingers danced inside her.

“You were being such a little cunt, Rachel,” Lucy giggled, “you’re good, very good, but Honey, I was made for this shit.”

“I’m sorry!” Rachel screamed, her dress hiked up past her belly, her juices squirting from her exposed slit in a fountain that Anna dutifully caught in her mouth.

“So, Rachel,” I said to the orgasming mortal as I lit a cigarette between my lips, “now seems like a good time to tell you what your next test will be.”

Rachel stared up at me, her mouth motioning like it was trying to say words, but only guttural, primal sounds of euphoria flowed from it.

“I think she’s had enough, Lucy; you’ve made your point.”

“DON’T STOP!” Rachel managed to scream. Lucy laughed merrily and motioned for me to continue.

“Lucy calls this test ‘Don’t Meet You’re Heroes,’” I continued, blowing out a cloud of smoke, “and in your case, your hero happens to be-”

“JESUS CHRIST!” Rachel screeched in ecstasy, though I didn’t think that was her guess.

“Well, yeah, actually.” I chuckled, “That’s him.”

“Did you hear that, Rachel?” Lucy laughed as she clutched Rachel’s crucifix in one hand, while the other worked the mortal into a frenzy, “you’re going on a date with Jesus.”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” was all Rachel could say as she orgasmed for the third and final time. Lucy giggled, withdrew her hand, and greedily sucked Rachel from her fingers as she watched her recover. Rachel panted for a moment on the ground, her legs splayed out, her chest heaving, her pale breasts rising and falling with her desperate gasps. Finally, she regained control of herself. She sat up, stared at Lucy with a level, wanting gaze, and then leaned forward for a kiss. Lucy smirked and accepted the mortal’s mouth, her right eye staring tauntingly at me as her snake-like tongue entwined with Rachel’s. When they were done swapping spit, Rachel looked at herself, and then looked at me.

“I think I need new clothes if I’m going on a date with Jesus.” She said.

RACHEL

God had me dressed up in a strapless pink dress that revealed a tasteful amount of cleavage. I had diamond earrings and conservative makeup (Lucy wanted me made-up like a whore, but I declined). Lucy was in an elegant black gown that highlighted her impressive curves with a bodice that barely stopped half-way down her areolas. God wore her typical cream dress with the plunging neckline that revealed the inner portions of her ample bosom. God and Lucy were chatting across the table and smoking as the waiter served us. I declined a cigarette from Lucy; I didn’t want my breath smelling like an ashtray when Jesus arrived. It wasn’t lost on me that I’d changed quite a bit since my first day in hell, and I was straining to be on my best behavior for Jesus. I would be the perfect little Christian girl for him, and then…then I’d fuck his brains out. God, I really had changed.

C’mon Rachel; you’re nothing but an innocent little catholic girl, I thought, at least, pretend to be one for just a few hours. Then when the lights are off and the music is on…

“Is that Ghandi?!” I whispered to Lucy, pointing across white-table cloth of the up-scale restaurant we were in.

“Yep, that’s him.” Lucy said, turning over her shoulder to see the bald spiritual leader.

“What is Ghandi doing in hell?” I asked.

“Oh,” God said, narrowing her eyes, “he knows why he’s here.”

“There’s Julius Caesar,” Lucy motioned with her fork, “and there’s Attila, and Alexander, and Mother Theresa-”

“Mother Theresa?!” I exclaimed, “Does anyone get into heaven?”

“Sure,” God said, “if you’re not an asshole, you usually get to go. Mother Theresa had some demons, Rachel; best not to discuss them.”

“Jesus is late,” Lucy said, looking at the gothic clock on the wall, “again.”

“He’ll show up,” God said, patting my hand reassuringly, “he’s just bad at keeping schedule.”

“We both know he’s fashionably late on purpose,” Lucy said, “because he’s a self-entitled douchebag.”

“How can you say that?!” I gasped, “Jesus Christ is our lord and savior!”

“Yeah…” Lucy murmured, “We’ll see how you feel about him after a few minutes.”

“HELLO, BITCHES!” a boisterous, deep voice yelled from the entrance of the restaurant. I turned around to see a bearded man wearing a white sport’s coat, dress pants, a gold chain, and Ray Ban sunglasses, burst into the room. Everybody in the restaurant collectively groaned.

“Oh, this asshole!” Ghandi yelled as he threw the napkin down on the table and got up to leave.

“Hey now, my hairless Hindu hell-raiser, why the animosity?” Jesus smiled at the fuming Ghandi.

“Fuck off, you fucking piece of dog shit!” Ghandi yelled in a thick Indian accent as he stormed past the messiah.

“Hey,” Jesus yelled back at Ghandi, “I’m telling your manager at Xbox customer support that I am not satisfied with your service!”

“That’s Jesus?!” I whispered to God.

“Yeah,” God sighed, “that’s him.”

“Hi Mom!” Jesus yelled as his gaze zeroed-in on God.

“Hello, Jesus,” God said, “please don’t call me ‘Mom.’”

“What,” Jesus smiled as he sat down in the empty chair across from me, “do I embarrass you?”

“Mary is your mother,” God said, “and you should call her; it’s been a century since you two talked, and she’s always nagging me.”

“Yeah, I’ll get on that.” Jesus said, rolling his eyes, “Hey Lucy, can I bum a smoke?”

“Sure,” Lucy said, and handed him a cigarette, before motioning to me, “Jesus, this is your date.”

“Oh yeah!” Jesus exclaimed before looking at me, “So you’re Rachel, huh?”

“Yes.” I said meekly, too star-struck by Jesus to care that he was an arrogant prick.

“Another one of God’s pet-projects,” Jesus smiled, “trying to become my replacement.”

“I…I’m not trying to replace you.” I said, fearing that Jesus saw me as a threat to his holiness.

“Sure, you are,” Jesus laughed, “that’s the prize! You win, you become the messiah. Let me tell you something Rachel: it’s better to lose.”

“Are-are you testing my faith?” I asked through a stutter, “Because I will not fail you! I will not fall to the temptations of evil, you have my word!”

Laying it on kind of thick, aren’t we? Lucy laughed in my mind.

Don’t be a cock-block. I responded, glaring at her.

“Am I testing your faith?” Jesus laughed, “Your faith in what?”

“In you,” I said, searching around the table for someone to back me up, “in God.”

“Why would you put your faith in her?!” Jesus laughed, “In case you haven’t noticed, God is a shameless slut.”

“It’s all an act,” I said, staring at God’s embarrassed face, “it’s all just to test my resolve.”

“Let me tell you something, honey.” Jesus said, leaning in, “I used to be like you. I devoted my entire life to God. I was celibate, I hardly drank, I didn’t gamble, I let everyone walk all over me. Then one day, I get dropped on my ass in the middle of hell, and Lucy here tells me I have to pass seven tests to become God’s chosen child. So, I’m super stoked, you know? Who doesn’t want a chance to prove their worth to the almighty? So, I go through with it, passing test after test, resisting the greatest temptations hell had to offer. And you know what my reward was? Getting nailed to the fucking cross and bleeding to death for six hours. Trust me, Sugar, it ain’t worth it.”

“B-but your sacrifice,” I stammered, “you absolved us of sin!”

“Ha!” Jesus laughed, “I died with shit all over me, begging our holy mother here to save my ass, but she was preoccupied at the time. What were you doing again, God? Was it getting spit-roasted by Nebuchadnezzar and Ramses? Or were you taking it in the ass from King Bera?”

“Jesus,” God growled, “you’re making an ass of yourself in front of your date! And you know damn well it was Lucy that convinced the Romans to crucify you.”

“Don’t blame Lucy for being the devil,” Jesus said, “you could have helped me. You could have at least given me some real fucking superpowers! What was I supposed to do when the Romans came for me? Turn their water into wine and sprint across the nearest lake? Why not some super-strength, or at least nail-proof skin?!”

“Holy shit,” Lucy laughed at my horrified face, “this is going so well!”

“And another thing,” Jesus continued his rant, “you chastised me for fucking Mary Magdalen, while you were getting double penetrated by Moses and Noah! How am I supposed to take that Mom?! Was I supposed to overlook the hypocrisy, or just accept it as divine privilege?”

“You done?” God growled, “You finished with this little tantrum of yours? Because it’s been two-thousand years, and I’ve more than made up for it!”

“By getting everyone to wear the instrument of my torture around their necks?!” Jesus yelled, pointing at the cross that I’d proudly worn every day of my life, “How is that making up for it? Every time I take a peak down at earth, I’m reminded constantly of the worst day of my life.”

“Oh, fuck you!” God yelled back, “You’re such a fucking narcissist, Jesus, you love the attention. ‘Oh, he was so brave. He was so holy. He died for our sins! What a great man he was.’ You eat that shit up like it’s candy. I’ve got a billion people wasting their Sunday mornings going to church and singing boring-ass hymns about you. People on the west-coast sacrifice NFL kickoff for you, so don’t say I didn’t show gratitude!”

“You know what?” Jesus said to the fuming God, “I don’t need this shit right now. C’mon, Rachel, let’s get out of here.”

I stared dumbfoundedly at the flustered face of God and the grinning face of Lucy. This had to be a test. Lucy and Jesus planned this ahead of time to test my faith. It must be. There’s no way Jesus was telling the truth…

“You should go,” Lucy smiled, patting my shoulder, “you kids have fun.”

“OK…” I said, getting up from the chair and taking Jesus’s arm. Jesus walked us briskly out of the restaurant and onto the streets of hell.

“Can you believe the balls on that woman?” Jesus said angrily as he gave the valet his ticket, “Calling me a narcissist, when she makes people like you and I literally go through hell just to prove our devotion to her?”

“She’s a good woman, she’s our holy-”

“Don’t make excuses for her,” Jesus said as his Ferrari pulled up, “she uses people for entertainment, and then casts them aside when she’s bored with them.”

Jesus held my hand as I stepped into the passenger’s seat of his Enzo.

“You think you’re so special?” Jesus growled as he jumped into the driver’s seat and turned the key, “Even if you do win all her little games, she’ll only dote on you for a few years and then forget you exist.”

Jesus turned the car over and smashed his foot on the accelerator. We zipped through the streets of hell, running through every stop sign and light.

“Look out!” I screamed as we barreled right at a line of crossing pedestrians. Jesus just gunned the engine and sent the poor souls flying over his hood.

“Why did you do that?!” I shrieked in horror.

“Have you forgotten where we are?” Jesus laughed, “You can’t die twice, Rachel.”

I ignored the irony of the resurrected messiah saying that, and looked back to see the people Jesus had run over at one-hundred miles per hour dust themselves off like nothing happened.

“So, what do you want to do?” Jesus asked, “I’m baby-sitting you for the day, and since Lucy’s paying me in ass, you get to decide how we party.”

“I…I don’t party.” I said.

“Sure you do!” Jesus laughed, looking at me and not the road, “You already had a lesbian orgy with the succubi, you fucked your brother, you became a hermaphrodite and sodomized God, you starred in a porno, and you enslaved an entire party of undergrads. You fucking party, Rachel!”

I stared at Jesus, dumfounded and mortified that he knew all of this.

“What, do think I live in a box?” Jesus laughed, “I don’t judge; I had to go through a lot of the same tests as you. And I know another thing about you, Rachel: you’re half corrupted with sin. So, this ‘innocent-little-Christian-girl’ act you’re playing can stop now.”

“Fine,” I smirked, “I thought you’d go for chicks like that.”

“Nope,” Jesus laughed, “holy chicks bore the living shit out of me. Give me a sinner with a drug problem any day of the week. So now that we’re on level ground, what do you want to do?”

“Well, to be honest, I was kind of hoping to lure you in with my innocence, act like you were showing me great, new experiences, and then fuck your brains out in the hotel room,” I chuckled, “but since we’ve got the pretense out of the way, why don’t we just skip the foreplay and fuck right now?”

“Wow,” Jesus said with raised eyebrows, “so this is the real Rachel, huh?”

“In the flesh,” I smiled, and unhooked my seatbelt, “so, are we going to bang, or…”

“I’d love to, Rachel, I really would,” Jesus said as he hit another pedestrian, “but I’m drunk and on way too much coke right now, so I’ll be useless to you.”

“I’m sure you could just send a little unholy prayer to Lucy,” I smiled as I crawled over the center council and placed my chin on his right thigh, “and she’d get you all sorted out.”

As if the devil were watching from below (which she most definitely was), the limp bump in Jesus’ dress pants became a rock-hard bulge. My eyes widened at its size, and my mouth watered. I looked up at Jesus’ bearded, handsome face, and my lips curled in an evil smile. His eyebrows raised and his mouth also smiled, though his expression was of surprise.

“You know, Rachel,” Jesus said as I tenderly undid his belt and fly, “you would be right at home down here; I don’t know why you want to get to heaven so badly.”

“Mmm, a sense of duty I suppose,” I said as I covetously pulled out the long, thick cock of my lord and savior, “and if I’m being really honest: power.”

“Power…?” Jesus probably had more to that question, but my lips wrapped around his tip and my tongue tasted the sweet foulness of his shaft. Did I have a misguided dream of outcompeting Lucy for this man’s lust, and bringing him to my side, maybe even marrying him? Yes, yes, I did. I didn’t care that he was an arrogant prick with a drug problem, he was the idol of my childhood, the symbol that kept me secure in my darkest hours. Not only that, but, (if I’m being honest with myself), the idea of stealing Lucy’s ace-in-the-hole from her, of holding that kind of power over the devil, excited me. Maybe I was simply feeding the darker side of myself, but the line between good and evil had blurred since my last test. All I knew in this moment, was I wanted this man’s cock inside me.

“Power,” I whispered back at him, a string of his precum and my saliva bridging from my full, smiling lips, “if I’m the messiah, the messenger of God, I can change the world for the better.”

“I tried that,” Jesus said as her put a hand in my brown hair and guided my face back down, “it didn’t work out so well for me.”

“Mmmmm,” I said as my lips traveled down his delicious shaft and met his base. His tip burrowed into the back of my soft, wet, throat, and I constricted it around him; my beckoning eyes staring up at his pleasure-stricken face as I rotated my lips against the skin of his pelvis. He groaned and tilted his head back, and I giggled internally.

“Well, Jesus,” I said through a gasp as I came up for air, “we live in the twenty-first century now, so there are no Romans to crucify me.”

“Don’t be naive, Rachel,” Jesus said as pulled the strap of my dress over my shoulder, “you’ll upset the applecart when you come down in a blaze of glory. People will want you discredited, humiliated, and killed.”

“Servants of the devil?” I smiled as I pushed off the other strap of my dress and let my bodice fall, exposing my perfect, pale breasts to Jesus, “When Lucy gets vindictive after losing?”

“No,” Jesus said, “the Romans took me under Lucy’s guidance, but it was my friend who betrayed me. People, Rachel; just normal people, those closest to you, will let you down in the end. Humanity isn’t worth it.”

“When did you become such a cynical bastard?” I said, smiling, but not with humor.

“When I was being tortured,” Jesus said, “and our wonderful mother let me rot on the cross.”

“Awwww, is this a test of my faith, or a pity-party for Jesus?” I teased as I brought my breasts onto his lap, enclosing his throbbing member with the soft, warm flesh of my bosom, “It’s OK Babe, I’ll make it all better.”

I smiled up at his confused face and pressed my breasts together, soliciting a moan from his mouth. I giggled at his responsiveness and brought my mouth back down to him. My breasts squished downward as I took half his length between my lips, sucking him with the endearing passion only a true servant of Christ could muster. My tongue traveled along the underside of his shaft, tasting his flavor, wetly caressing his every bump and vein. My lips sucked hard enough to stretch my mouth outward from my face, as though I were attempting to milk the seed of his loins into my belly. My eyes stared up, unblinking in their regard, their expression full of possessive desire. My breasts enveloped the bottom half of his shaft, gently squeezing and squishing about him, moving up and down to the cadence of my bobbing head. I felt the wetness between my legs as his excitement became my excitement. I felt the tremor of his nethers begin to quake; his balls pulsing in my gentle, cool hand, the pinky finger of which was massaging his taint.

“Holy fuck, Rachel,” Jesus groaned, “you are…”

Jesus didn’t finish that thought. My head drove down forcefully between my breasts, flattening my supple bosom against his pelvis as my lips greedily took all they could. My exploring pinky finger drifted south and penetrated his anus, sending his prostate pulsating into an orgasmic frenzy. My heart beat faster and faster, my free hand now toying with myself between my legs, my fingers caressing myself so that I could come with him. My lips locked and rotated, my mouth humming a moan of pure lechery as my eyes stared fixedly upon the man I was determined to seduce. My pinky drove into his ass all the way to the knuckle, and massaged the prostate on the ceiling of his channel. My head began to drive furiously, forcing my breasts to squish delectably about Jesus’s cock. The intensity of my masturbation brought me to the precipice, and I willed my savior to come with one last dive. My tits fell from his pelvis as my lips met his base. I looked up with passion and pleasure strewn across my eyes as Jesus’ head flung back and he let out a roar. His throbbing member engorged further, and then erupted into my mouth. I came with him, my throat exhaling a muffled, exalted screech as I drank the nectar of his loins. Not a drop was spilled as spurt after spurt of his delicious spunk washed down my throat. I kept my brown irises fixed on his, wanting him to see how much I loved sucking his cock. He looked down at me with the affection I desired, and I gave him a wicked wink and the hint of a smile.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Jesus managed to groan. He was still driving erratically, and it was a miracle we hadn’t crashed yet.

“Did you like it?” I asked, eagerly awaiting his assessment.

“Second-best I’ve ever had.” Jesus smiled back, the hint of a challenge in his eyes.

“Let me guess,” I smirked as I hiked up my dress, “Lucy.”

“Yeah,” Jesus chuckled as he guided me onto his lap, “but don’t get yourself down, kid; you can’t compete with her.”

“I guess not,” I conceded, “but you have her on lease for…what, a week?”

“Two if I convince you to join her.” Jesus said, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to grip my ass.

“What if I told you, I’d let you have me forever?” I said, looking back at him over my shoulder as I spread myself for him.

“I’m not monogamous, Honey,” Jesus said, “spending an eternity with just one-”

“If you think your dick is good enough to be the only one I fuck, you’re greatly overestimating yourself.” I laughed, “No, we’d have an open relationship, but you’d get to have the second-best piece of ass in heaven or hell forever, instead renting the best for a week or two.”

“That is interesting…” Jesus mused as he examined the two options I had exposed between my cheeks, “I mean, there’s no one else in the universe that has shared the same experiences as you and I have. It’s nice talking to someone who understands on some level what it means to be God’s chosen child, even if you’re naïve as hell.”

“You’re a jaded prick with mommy issues,” I laughed at him, “now pick a hole, and let me drive.”

“You know something, Rachel?” Jesus grunted as he let go of the steering wheel and slid his cock against my frothing slit, “You’re much more like Lucy than you are God.”

“Is that so?” I half-moaned as I felt my pussy being filled out beautifully. I clutched the steering wheel, letting Jesus foot the accelerator as I weaved between traffic, trying to contain the pleasure that would soon drive me mad.

“I’ve been watching your progress with great interest,” Jesus said through a groan as he slid his entire length deep into my cunt, “and every test leaves you a little more nihilistic, a little more sadistic, and a little more confident.”

“That’s just the corruption,” I said through strained breath, “that’s just the darker half of my soul.”

“Corruption isn’t an infection, Rachel,” Jesus said, “it’s who you are. The potential for your soul to be corrupted was always within you, since the day you were born. You just fulfilled enough of your own desires to let it manifest. It’s natural.”

I struggled to keep the steering wheel level as a moan seeped from my parted lips. My eyes half-closed in bliss as Jesus began to thrust in and out. My exposed breasts bounced slightly to the gentle nature of our sex, and my thick, pale ass rippled with the impact of our deep, passionate drives. My hiked-up pink dress began to darken with sweat from the strain of my pleasure, and my legs began to part wider and wider, until my right high-heel was pivoted on the center council, and my left on the driver’s side armrest. I leaned back against Jesus’ chest, my arms straightened to steer the wheel, my back beginning to arch slightly.

“OK,” I panted, “so (AHHH!) I’m becoming like Lucy. What’s your (hnnngggg) point?”

“God loves you in the way a mother loves her daughter,” Jesus continued, “I mean, not in the traditional sense; mothers usually don’t ask their daughters to rape their ass, but you get the idea.”

“And Lucy?” I gasped as Jesus thrust all the way into me and held his cock there, suspending me off his lap and forcing my pelvis upward.

“Lucy straight-up wants you, Rachel.” Jesus said, “And not in the way she wanted me. Lucy wanted me as a prize, but you; she wants you as a woman.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked through a moan, turning my head and giving him an incredulous smile. Two pedestrians were flung over the hood of the Ferrari, but I no longer cared.

“If you pass this test, which you probably will, because I’m more than happy to abandon Lucy for an eternity of fucking you, Lucy will be your next test.”

“I know,” I gasped as Jesus began to thrust harder into me, “she told me this morning.”

“Well, Lucy offered me her body, forever,” Jesus said, “and it was damn hard to refuse. She’ll offer you more; she’ll offer you her love.”

“What?!”

“Lucy is falling in love with you, Rachel.” Jesus chuckled as he pushed harder and harder into me, “How could you not tell?”

LUCIFER

“Whoa,” God said as we watched the TV screen that broadcasted Rachel and Jesus’ vehicular fornication, “I did not see that coming; this is better than Game of Thrones.”

I felt my face flush with color. Had my skin not already have been red, I would be blushing from head to toe.

“You kept that thought very well hidden,” God said, turning cautiously to me, “deep enough that even I couldn’t see it. How long, Lucy?”

“Since the hermaphrodite test,” I conceded, there was no use in lying to this woman, “seeing her like she was, as beautiful and confident as she was…”

“It all makes so much sense!” God exclaimed, “You’ve been trying harder with Rachel than any of my other children. I always thought it was you just trying to avoid paying up the final bet, but ever since she past the hermaphrodite test, you’ve been giving her everything you’ve got! You’re not trying to win to spite me, you’re trying to get Rachel to join you because you love her! Holy shit, Lucy!”

“Don’t…” I trailed off, “don’t…let it change things.”

“This changes everything!” God cried out in glee, “Lucy, we need to cancel the last test and get you two hitched! Oh-my-god, I’ll plan the whole wedding. There’ll be strippers, and death metal, and satanic cults, and-”

“We’re not having a fucking wedding!” I yelled, losing my temper with God for the first time since she decided to create dinosaurs, “we’ll do the final test, and she’ll pass it, and she’ll become the messiah, and she’ll be just another self-righteous beacon of hope for humanity before you finally throw an asteroid into that fucking planet!”

“Lucy,” God said, alarmed at the tears that were forming in my eyes, “Lucy, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I said, knowing damn-well God could read every thought entering my mind.

“You’re afraid?” God asked as she put her arms around me, “You’re afraid that Rachel will reject you?”

“That’s all she’s done,” I said, a single tear rolling down my cheek, “test after test, I try to give her what she wants, and all she does is say no, and come crawling back to you.”

“Lucy…” God murmured as she massaged my shoulders.

“She even ripped her soul in half for you,” I said, my gaze watching the tears fall from my cheek and splash onto the floor, “I can’t compete with you, God; you mean everything to her.”

“She wants you more every day,” God said, “she’s attracted to you, Lucy. You just have to…open up to her.”

“I can’t.”

“Well, now you have to,” God chuckled with warmth and love, “cat’s out of the bag, Honey; your Jesus-plan backfired.”

“For the billions of years I’ve been alive,” I said, “I’ve never been so vulnerable with another person before. God…I’m scared.”

“I’ll be with you, Lucy,” God said, kissing my neck, “I’ll always be with you, sister, no matter what Rachel chooses. I love you.”

“She’ll choose you,” I said, crying, but too dignified to sob, “she’ll always choose you.”

“Not if I tell her,” God whispered in my ear, “not if she knows the truth about me.”

RACHEL

“That (Ooooh!) can’t be true!” I screamed in pleasure and shock as Jesus relentlessly drove his cock between my spread legs in the front seat of his Ferrari.

“Rachel, Lucy straight-up hates me,” Jesus grunted as he gripped my grinding hips past the hiked-up portion of my pink dress, “and she agreed to let me do anything to her for at least a week just to get you to join her. Do you know what kind of depraved shit I’m going to do to her? She certainly did, and she went through with it anyway. Lucy loves you, Rachel; she’s in love with you.”

Jesus’ shaft was stimulating my clit with each violent thrust. My legs bent at the knee and I lifted myself upward so that he could drive relentlessly into me. My breasts bounced in a chaotic jiggle as my thighs rippled from the ever increasing force of my penetration. My hands gripped the steering wheel in a white-knuckled desperate clasp; my straightened arms flexing as my body was willed backward. My head flung back and rested on Jesus’s shoulder as a stream of obscenities blasted from my gaping lips. The quaking in my pelvis rose to an unbearable rumble of ravenous euphoria, as if my body was being relieved of some desperate hunger. I growled and dropped my ass onto Jesus’ cock, grinding my hips down his length as he stirred my filled slit and broke my inner tightness. I rose once again, grinning down at Jesus before I dropped my body down in brutal smack, and screamed in delight as his tip pushed against my cervix.

Through the mind-numbingly good sex, my thoughts managed to wander to what Jesus had said: Lucy was in love with me. This had to be bullshit, but I had no way of knowing if it was. Part of me thought it must be another misdirection, a ploy to make me drop my defenses, but part of me also thought it made sense. And what did I think of Lucy? I certainly was attracted to her, there was no denying that. Granted, I was attracted to God as well, but the two times we had sex, the power dynamic was never equal. Whether it was in the succubus den and she was trying to seduce me, or in the hermaphrodite’s garden and I was borderline raping her, we never fucked as equals. Lucy and I hadn’t had sex yet, and if she was as advertised, it was bound to be the best sex of my life. But how did I feel about Lucy as a person? She was my friend, certainly, more so than God, as I saw God as a mother more than anything else. She was a challenge to me; always devising tests, always trying to give me what my heart desired. Could I love Lucy? Could I be in love with Lucy? Not at the moment, but I’d never before thought of her as more than just a means to end, an obstacle to hurtle. No, no, this was all a lie. Lucy was a friend, sure, but she was also evil incarnate, and I must see this mirage for what it is: just another test; like the continual testing of my faith God put me through by acting like a whore. Acting…was she acting?

But…no, I must just be jaded from the corruption in my soul, it can’t be true. In must be an act. It has to be, or all of this is bullshit.

“Jesus, take the wheel.” I gasped as I spun around and faced him, my breasts pushing into his chest as my legs straddled across his lap, my knees resting on the sides of his seat.

“I bet you’ve been waiting to say that.” Jesus smirked.

“I have,” I moaned as he drove two fingers into my ass with one hand and gripped the steering wheel with the other, “but I also (ahhhh!) want to talk to you face-to-face.”

“What is it?” he groaned as my vaginal muscles flexed about his penetrating shaft, “Lucy?”

“No,” I panted as his fingers pressed against his cock from the membrane that separated my two holes, “God!”

“What about her?” he asked.

“Is she…” I trailed off as I felt the quaking in my pelvis begin to climax, “is she…oh fuck!…is God…harder!…is-God-a-slut?!” I managed to scream the question in rapid-fire words, the only way I was going to get that thought out through the rising pleasure.

“I am.” said the angelic voice of God in the passenger seat. I whipped my head around in a flail of wavy-brown hair and stared at the beautiful, blonde deity sitting next to me.

“I’ve always been a slut, Rachel,” God said, her voice apologetic, and her eyes brimmed in shame, “I…I…the way you looked at me Rachel…the way you revered me, loved me unconditionally…I didn’t want to let you down; you only saw the good in me.”

“You’re lying!” I screamed in both pleasure and anger, “Stop testing my faith!”

“I never meant to test your faith,” God said as she leaned over to me, her perfect, tan breasts falling out from her dress, “when we first met, and you saw me covered in cum, that wasn’t me testing you, that was me being careless and stupid.”

“Stop…” I pleaded, my voice shaking with the trembling orgasm building inside me, “no more tests…”

“It’s not a test, Sweetie,” God whispered in my ear as her fingers slid down my spine, “I’m really a slut, and Lucy is really in love with you.”

“Liar!” I sobbed, the orgasm driving my entire body into a convulsing fit.

“I can give you the gift of Sight,” God smiled sadly as her fingers traced past my tail bone and tickled my rim next to Jesus’ invading digits, “and you’ll see everything as I see it. The unfiltered truth.”

God’s fingers pushed into my asshole, joining Jesus’s and stretching my rim beautifully. I cried out as my back fixed into a concave curve, my pale, full breasts jiggling in Jesus’s face, my ass protruding from my skirt, my head flung upward and my face a portrait of sexual intensity. My eyes were wide and writhing, my mouth agape and trembling. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I belted out a last cathartic shriek of pure ecstasy. The cock driving into my pussy forced one last thrust, and Jesus smashed his tip against my cervix. My clit felt like it was aflame with nerves; every thrust from the messiah had glided his girth along it, sending rapturous bouts of electric glee deep into my nethers. My inner-spot had been tingling with increasing twitches of pleasure, and was now building to a gut-wrenching expansion of euphoria. My ass was aching with felicitous streams of stinging delight, sending my colon into a contracting roar of spasms. The feelings rose in a mosaic of ecstatic glory, and I mouthed a single, breathless, desperate note, before the world went black.

I was naked and floating in nothing. Not a sound could be heard, not a light could be seen.

Rachel? A voice asked me in the darkness.

God? I inquired.

This is the beginning of your universe, God’s voice said as the void began to take light and shape, can you see it, Rachel?

A single, naked baby sat in a sea of darkness. Her head was mostly bald, but a few wisps of blonde hair were beginning to thicken.

That’s me, God said, After I died the last time. Aren’t I adorable?

You died? I asked.

Yes, God said, countless of times. The universe always ends, and then begins anew. Sometimes it’s entropy heat death, but usually, I just fuck it up beyond repair, and put a bullet in my head. Think of it as a reset button.

You KILLED YOURSELF?! I said, unbelievably shocked.

Yeah, God laughed, I know what it says in the bible, but that’s all bullshit. I’ve committed suicide an infinite number of times; the universe dies, and then I’m reborn with a fresh mind, and the knowledge of previous lives. I like to think it makes me wiser, but I usually make the same mistakes a few million times before I figure it out.

I looked at the laughing baby sitting in a void of darkness. She shat herself, looked at the shit, and then threw it and laughed manically.

So…yeah… God said, this is how the universe is for a few billion years. Let’s fast forward, shall we?

The child turned into a blur of rapidly moving limbs, occasionally the brown streak of shit was flung across the empty sky. The motions slowed down, and God had become noticeably bigger. She had a full head of blonde hair, and now bore the stature of a toddler.

So, this is around the age most kids start figuring out basic shapes and colors. God said, Here, I create the building blocks of the universe: atoms and bosons. Just simple electrons, protons and neutrons attracted together by boson fields; easy stuff for a kid. I start with hydrogen (one atom), move to helium (two atoms), then lithium (three atoms,) and so on and so forth. I can count all the way up to one-hundred-and-eighteen, and I’m very proud of myself. The last element is ununoctium, with one-hundred-and-eighteen atoms, and then, I get bored and quit.

The universe fast forwarded again, and the child moved in a blur of growing limbs and lengthening hair. When the image slowed down, God was a child, around the age of seven, with a robe on, and butt-length golden hair. The universe was still dark, but child-God was holding a gleaming ball of amazing light.

So, here, I’m making the first ever star. God said in my mind, I always fuck this up. I’m a child who thinks she’s too smart, and can create a perfect, orderly universe with no problems. Wait for it…

The child collected ununoctium atoms and condensed them into a larger and larger ball. Her expression was one of pride and wonder; her youthful face gleaming in the white light of her creation. The orb that floated before her began to vibrate and convulse in an uneasy, unstable fusion pulse, but she continued to add more and more atoms despite it. Once the star was trembling with power, she stopped, licked her lips, and then gently, ever so carefully, added one more atom. And then the universe exploded in a nuclear blast of white light, and trillions upon trillions of stars dotted the horizon. The child was blown on to her ass, looked at the mess she made and screamed: “not again!”

And that’s the Big Bang, Rachel. God said, Every. Fucking. Time. I just can’t help but add that last ununoctium atom. Anyways, the stars are born, some large with heavy atoms, some small, like the sun, with lighter atoms. This is about…fourteen billion years ago, I think. Let’s move on.

The image fast forwarded again, and God was around ten years old. She was in a t-shirt and jeans now, and the universe was much more colorful than it had been before. In her hands, were what looked like simple, plastic toys.

This is when shit gets interesting, God said, here, is where I start creating life.

You’re just putting playing with K’Nex. I responded.

Those are nucleic acids, God replied, I’m creating a DNA strand. Look what I made!

A single, green blob of wavering shape bobbed up and down in the void.

What is it? I asked.

A single-celled organism! God said proudly, A little less complex than bacteria, but I’m getting there!

It’s uh… I trailed off, It’s beautiful…

Hey, I was only nine billion years old, so cut me some slack! God said indignantly, We’ll just zoom past all the rest of this here…aaaaaaaand stop. So, before you look, just remember that this was my preteen era, and I was…angsty.

God was now around twelve years old. Her head was buzzed on one side, her hair was died black, and she was wearing very androgynous eye liner. She was moping around, saying “nothing means anything,” and “this is all stupid,” all the while, sending asteroids into planets and causing supernovas next to solar systems.

I hit my grunge years pretty hard, God sighed, I was looking for an identity, and needed someone to bounce my new feelings off of. So, I created a sister.

Twelve-year-old God muttered something, and then began concocting a series of nucleic acids and carbon atoms. In a blur of arms and hands, a shape began to take form, and then it began to move. Twelve-year-old Lucy stood before me, her skin red, her youthful face baring none of the makeup she usually wore, and her horns poking from a mane of wavy, black hair.

“Hey God,” Lucy smiled warmly at preteen God, “I was wondering when you’d get around to making me again.”

“I thought I could do it all on my own,” preteen God said, “last time, you ended the entire universe in a drunken rage. I shouldn’t keep bringing you back, you only cause me problems, but-”

“…but you get lonely,” Lucy said, smiling warmly, “and you need your sister.”

“Do you think we should make humans again?” preteen God asked Lucy, “They always cause problems. I think we should just make Klingons, Ewoks and Salarians, and then see what to do from there.”

“No, no, no,” Lucy smiled, “you know the deal: if you make me, you have to make humans. C’mon, God; they’re your favorites.”

“Fine,” God grumbled, “but first, I’m making some fucking dinosaurs.”

“No more fucking dinosaurs!”

“Lucy, I swear they’ll pan out this time. They’ll be in jets and watching youtube in no time, you’ll see.”

“They’re stupid reptiles with feathers, God. They don’t do anything but…”

So that’s how I created Lucy in this universe, God said, and I always do. There was never a ‘first’ universe, but as far back as I can remember, Lucy has always been with me. She never found love, Rachel, though she never actually looked for it either. You are the first person she’s ever fallen for.

What the fuck… I said, my voice fading.

Let’s move on. God said, ignoring my dismayed existential dread.

The universe whirled in shapes and colors, and then stopped to reveal the most beautiful image I’d ever seen. Immense, puffing clouds towered above a pristine lake, their darkened bottoms lined with brilliant, silver sunlight. Massive pine trees dotted the domes of rolling hills, and a trickling waterfall parted a stone palace in two. In one of the rooms of the palace, mid-teen God was combing her beautiful blonde hair. Her body was nubile and young, not baring the curves it would, but incredibly attractive nonetheless. She was sitting in a chair, wearing a simple, white dress that covered her up in a conservative fashion, and her feet were clothed in wired sandals.

Is this heaven? I asked her.

It is, God said, My little resort for people who don’t fuck everything up.

Where’s Lucy? I asked.

Oh, you’ll see, God chuckled, Things are about to get hot and heavy, Rachel. This is where we lose our virginity…again.

There was a knock on the door, and God turned around.

“Come in, Lucy.” God called.

Lucy entered the room, looking every bit the woman she was now. She didn’t have on her black boots, corset and fishnet stockings, but she did wear the black lipstick and eyeliner she’d have on for the rest of her existence in this universe. Replacing her usual clothing was…nothing at all. She was buck naked, and in all her crimson glory. Her breasts were large and perfectly formed, her thighs thick and supple, her ass firm, yet undeniably full. Her torso was lined with the hint of muscle, and her pelvis formed to angles that led to her trimmed mound.

“Lucy,” God said, “we’re not doing this again.”

“Yeah, we are.” Lucy giggled.

“I’m staying celibate for this cycle,” God replied curtly, “I need to focus on my work. This time, humans are just gonna appear; none of that evolving-from-monkey bullshit that always causes so many problems.”

“Let them evolve,” Lucy said as she sauntered sultrily over to God, “they’re more fun when they still have their animal instincts.”

“Lucy, I will put you in a cage for a billion years, I swear it!” God yelled, though without conviction.

“Mmmm, you tried that fifty cycles ago,” Lucy said merrily, placing her hands on God’s shoulders, “and you let me out after a million because you were just too damn horny.”

“We just need to get through our teen years, and we’ll be fine.” God said, not brushing off Lucy’s hands, “it’s just hormones, Lucy; we can control them.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Lucy whispered in God’s ear, “you make the perfect universe, and then what?”

“And then maybe I don’t have to blow my brains out when everything goes to shit.” God said.

“It’s the journey, not the destination,” Lucy whispered again, her hands now sliding over God’s shoulders and tracing her collar bone, “even if you do make it perfectly, to what end do you make it?”

It was in this moment that I realized why God was the way she was. She can’t really die, and she’s trapped in endless cycle of trying to perfect the same thing over and over again. It sounded like hell.

It’s not bad, God cut in to my train of thought, I exist without the perception of time, Rachel. Mortals count the years, days and minutes, but I don’t count time at all. It’s just…there. I am, and I will always be. Watch, Rachel; if there is a meaning to existence, it is this. Enjoying someone else intimately, becoming so close with someone, that you’re almost the same person.

“I…I don’t know to what end!” God yelled at Lucy, tears forming in her eyes, “I don’t know why I’m here, or why I do what I do! I don’t have a god to give me answers!”

“You have me,” Lucy said, her hands now traveling down the sides of God’s breasts, “and I can tell you right now what the meaning of this all is: nothing. There is no meaning. The universe is what we make of it, so let’s make love.”

“That was pretty smooth,” God conceded with a tearful smile, “how long have you been practicing that?”

“I’m pretty sure I used it during your last existential crisis, maybe…five million cycles ago? It’s hard to tell.”

“You know if we do this, I’m just going to end up like I always do.” God said.

“Fun?” Lucy laughed, “Adventurous? Oh, no!”

“A slut,” God said, “I can’t control myself once I get a taste.”

“So what?” Lucy laughed, her hands now traveling down God’s stomach, “I can’t either, to be honest. I just hide it better than you. If you want, God, I can relieve you of your guilt, and just take you by force.”

“But it’s just me pretending to get raped,” God sighed, “it won’t mean anything really.”

“You sure enjoy it later,” Lucy said, “you always do.”

“Let’s just…be tender with each other this time.” God smiled up.

“You know I always turn into a sadist, and you a masochist,” Lucy smirked, “but for now, we can just be two teenage girls, exploring each other’s bodies in an innocent, rom-com sort of way.”

God smiled again, and Lucy smiled back. Lucy leaned her head forward as God tilted hers back, and their lips came together in an apprehensive, timid kiss that only virgin teenagers can make look good. Lucy’s hands traveled further and further down God’s dress, and God reached down with one hand while the other brought Lucy’s head deeper into the kiss with an entangling of black hair and fingers. God brought up her dress, pulling it passed her thick, teen thighs and exposing the hairless slit between them. Lucy eyed her prize as she sucked God’s mouth, and teasingly walked both her hands along the creases of God’s tan pelvis. Her fingers flattened against God’s lower abdomen, and then slid down.

God muffled a moan from the kiss. Lucy’s fingers splayed out over God’s slit, and then began to curl at the knuckles. The tendons in God’s neck stood up in an intense straining moan, and the blood of her chastity flowed from between Lucy’s penetrating fingers. The muscles in God’s neck continued to flex for a moment, and then relaxed in acceptance. I could see the change come over her almost immediately. Her legs, which before were barely parted, spread wide across the chair she was sitting in. Her free hand pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and exposed the ample, tan breasts that were hidden. God’s back arched from the chair, a lecherous tone permeating from her occupied mouth as her kiss became more impassioned. She took her hand from Lucy’s hair, and the one that was removing her clothing, and pushed Lucy’s invading fingers deeper inside. Lucy’s kissing mouth parted from God’s to reveal a devilish grin, and God returned it with the warm, loving smile she was famous for. They stared at each other, their eyes locked in a loving gaze, their hands held back-to-front, both pushing forward to deepen God’s pleasure.

“Oh, shit,” God said with a small vocal fry, “it happened again.”

“It always does,” Lucy smiled back, “my little, omnipotent slut.”

“You ruined me,” God said, but with no malice, “this cycle is doomed.”

“They all are,” Lucy sniggered, “we’re born, we make a mess, we die, and we do it all over again. And God,” Lucy smiled as she lowered her lips for another kiss, “we’ll keep doing it this way forever, because it’s the best thing there is.”

“Fuck me, Lucy,” God whispered, “making love is boring as shit.”

I’m down to keep watching if you are. God said in my mind.

I think I’ve seen enough. I replied.

You sure? God asked, Because Lucy’s got a whole chest full of whips and chains hidden behind that door-

Let’s go back.

The visions of The Sight disappeared, and I was straddled across Jesus’ lap with the last echoes of my orgasm burning inside me. Jesus was staring at me with an inquisitive expression, one of his hands still pushing three fingers in my ass, the other gripping my left breast tightly.

“Stop the car, Jesus,” I said as he ran over Adolf Hitler, “I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

The Enzo came to a screeching halt, and I jumped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. God said something to Jesus, and then she came out of the passenger’s seat, and Jesus sped away.

“Sorry I ruined your date,” God said bashfully, “though, he kind of ruined it for you.”

“What the fuck is all this?” I asked God, “Why is there even a heaven or hell? How can you judge people for their decisions, when you’re as flawed, if not more flawed, than most of them?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Rachel,” God said, “hell isn’t even bad. It’s where ‘bad’ people feel the most comfortable, so that’s where we put them. Mormons and serial murderers usually don’t get along on earth, so why would I stick them together in the afterlife? I don’t judge any of my children.”

“And these tests you’re making me do?” I said, getting more and more angry, “Was Jesus right about them? Are they just because you and Lucy are fucking bored?!”

“Well…” God trailed off, “yeah, that’s basically it.”

“And all of this,” I said, gesturing to hell, but meaning the entire universe, “will go to shit, and you’ll put a bullet in your brain and start all over?!”

“Yup,” God replied, “that’s probably…most definitely how this universe will end. Humanity’s on a trajectory to make A.I in the next fifty years, and believe me Honey, it doesn’t end well. Robots take over the universe, I get bored, I start over.”

“Do you even care?!” I screamed, “Do you give a single shit about any of us?!” I gestured to the only person around, which happened to be Hitler, but I think I got my point across.

“Of course, I care,” God said, tears welling in her eyes, “if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t bother. But I do the same thing, cycle after cycle. Humans, always humans, the people I created in my own image. Endless iterations of the same thing, because I love you all too much to stop.”

I stared blankly at the crying God. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she stood there, her hands folded below her waist, her head bowed in shame.

“Is there no meaning to anything?” I said, my voice hoarse, and whispering.

“There is no meaning, except the meaning you make.” God said, her voice sobbing. “I don’t want there to be misery and agony in the universe, but happiness means nothing without them. I don’t want there to be evil, but good means nothing without it. I give you free will, because choice means nothing without it. I give you death, because life means nothing without it. I wish I knew the equation that makes everything perfect, Rachel, but there is no such thing as perfection. I’ve sought perfection for countless of cycles, but there can be no perfection without imperfection, and that is a paradox that I cannot solve!”

Tears were now forming in my own eyes. Nothing meant anything, the things I valued were all a lie, and God was a suicidal manic-depressant with a serious sex addiction.

But…could I judge her like that? If you never really die, can you be suicidal? If time means nothing to you, can you even be judged by psychological standards? Isn’t every problem the human mind has, inevitably linked to the knowledge of death? Of an end you hope will not really be the end, but deep down, you know it is? But it’s not the end. I know it, but all those billions of people up there, living everyday with the shadow of death hovering over them, they don’t know it’s not the end. They’re killing each other, stealing from each other, ruining everything in a vain attempt to collect the best possible life they can in the limited time they have, all because they don’t know it’s not the end.

“Why don’t you tell them?” I asked God, “Why do you keep yourself hidden from the living, save for a select few?”

“Because of life, Rachel,” God said, this time smiling between her tears, “because nothing in the afterlife is sweeter than life itself. Sometimes, I wipe my brain, and live a full human life. I reach heights I could never imagine, and lows that break me to pieces. Life means nothing without the end. Humanity strives to be great because everyone is desperately trying to squeeze every ounce of life from their existence. I could never deny my children such a gift.”

“But it all means nothing,” I whispered, “it all ends the same.”

“Nothing is everything, Rachel,” God replied, stepping toward me, “didn’t you hear me before? If there is no nothing, then there is no something. A painting is only beautiful if light clashes with dark. The absence of nothing, is nothing, Rachel. You need nothing, to have something.”

“I’m not high enough for this,” I said, feeling the world spin as I stepped back, “I think I’m gonna…”

LUCIFER

“Congratulations, God, you mind-fucked Rachel.” I said as we looked at the woman I loved lying in the hospital bed.

“I totally did,” God laughed, “it was definitely too much for her to handle.”

“This is the second time in two days we almost killed her soul,” I frowned, “we should wipe her memory and send her back to earth.”

“How could I do that to you?” God asked me, “When you’ve finally found someone after all eternity?”

“It’s not like she’s going anywhere,” I said, “she’ll grow old and die in seventy years or so, and then she’ll be back here.”

“Mmmm,” God hummed, “she’ll probably be up there; remember how Rachel was when she first came down here.”

“I’ll just throw some temptation in her life,” I smiled at God, “a lesbian nun, a hot coke-dealer, the usual shit. She comes down here, you give her back her memories, and…”

“…she resents both of us for eternity,” God said, “I’m sorry, Lucy, but I think I really fucked this up. I’m not a great wingman.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” I sighed, “we still have each other. I was hoping to make it a trio though.”

“She was so hot as a hermaphrodite,” God said, her eyes gleaming as she remembered her sodomy, “I thought she might’ve stayed in that form; she loved it.”

“She was going to be the mistress of the demons in that cell,” I laughed, “what a crazy bitch.”

“She would’ve had the entire ASU class of 2021 as her slaves if she had her way,” God laughed, “with her brother as her concubine.”

“Well, I guess it wasn’t meant to be,” I frowned, “just wipe her clean, and send her on her way.”

“You sure?” God asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, biting back tears, “let her go.”

“I think,” Rachel’s voice said to us as her eyes peered open, “I should get a say in all of this.”

“Sorry Babe, but you’ve seen too much. Just stare at this metal flashing thing, and everything will be alright.” I chuckled.

“Was that a Men in Black reference?” Rachel smiled painfully as she sat up, “Do you still listen to Nirvana, and have a dial-up connection?”

“Cultural references get lost on me,” I smiled down at her, “that’s what happens when you live forever.”

“I bet you’re about ready to get out of here,” God said to Rachel, “you want to go home?”

“How can I?” Rachel asked, “After everything, how can I not finish what I started?”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” God said, “it’s like you said, Rachel.”

“You’re right, it means nothing,” Rachel smiled, “but nothing is everything, isn’t it?”

“Are you being a smartass?” God smirked, “Because that’ll get you a one-way ticket to hell.”

“Perfect,” Rachel said, and then leveled her gaze at me, “I have a date there.”

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Brulaxian World Ships have destroyed seven Earth colonies and are approaching Colony Two. Rogue One arrives with a promise of a way to defeat them. But can he?

kimmy has a fun time with her sister and mother

Kimmy + Family
Kimmy was only 12 years old. She lived with her mom and her older sister, Sarah, who was 22. She was a cute girl with long, wavy, brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Her breasts were just starting to develop, but she had a nice ass. All the boys at school like her for that. They were always talking about her, but she was never interested.
Kimmy had been having strange feeling lately. A week ago, she caught herself staring at other girls. At night, when she was in bed, she would start to think about them. She would start to get turned on. On time in gym, all the girls were in the locker room getting changed, and Kimmy couldn’t take it. She ran to one of the stalls and started fingering herself. It was hard though, because she couldn’t make a noise, and she kept picturing all of her friends in their panties making out.
Her English teacher, Ms Hartley, was also starting to turn her on. She was kind of big, but really hot. She had huge d-cup breasts that made Kimmy’s mouth water when she thought about them. There was one day when Ms. Hartley came in wearing a very see-through shirt. Everyone could see her black bra through the shirt, but Kimmy didn’t think she knew. Anyways, it really turned her on, and she would start thinking of her often.
One day after school, Kimmy was sitting alone in her house, and started to get really horney. She took out her laptop and started looking at porn on the internet. She went to the video section and started watching a video of two lesbians. The video was really intense and hot and Kimmy soon found herself moving her hand in her panties and touching her pussy. The girls were amazing at it. Then the camera moved up and showed the girl’s faces. Kimmy gasped. One of the girls was Sarah, her sister! Her own sister was a lesbian. Kimmy was shocked, but then she became really turned on. She never thought about Sarah that way before. She continued watching the video. Her sister was really hot; she had nice round tits and a little tight butt. Kimmy started to moan. Suddenly, she had a huge orgasm and came. Wow! She had never experienced anything like that before; it felt wonderful.
She cleaned up, and went to change out of her school uniform. From downstairs she heard her sister walk in. “Hey Kimmy, I’m home!” she called.
“Hey, I’m up here!” Kimmy called back. Her sister walked upstairs and into her room. She lay down on the bed. “How was work?” Kimmy asked.
“Eh. Not too bad.” Sarah was a waitress at a very popular restaurant, and had to work hard. She also had to wear a skimpy outfit. It consisted of a blouse and an extremely short skirt. They also had to tie their hair back in a ponytail. Everybody came to the restaurant to see the girls, rather than eat the food.
Kimmy looked over at her sister. From where she was laying, Kimmy could see up her sister’s short skirt. She was wearing a pair of pink and white panties. Sarah noticed her staring and said, “What are you looking at?”
Kimmy decided to take a chance. Her sister looked so hot lying on the bed in her waitress uniform. She really wanted to see her naked in person. Slowly, she walked over to the bed. She climbed on top of her sister. “I saw that video of you on the internet with that other girl.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “You saw that?” she asked a bit nervous.
“You looked very cute,” Kimmy said leaning in closer.
Sarah pushed her away. “Kimmy I’m not a lesbian. I just did that to make some money. Please don’t tell mom, she’ll kill me.” She got up to leave but Kimmy grabbed her hand. She had to see her sister naked no matter what.
“If you don’t want me to tell mom, get over here and pleasure me.”
“What?” Sarah asked.
“You heard me. I saw that video and I really liked it. I want to do that with you.”
“But Kimmy, we’re sisters.”
“Which makes me a very bad girl.”
Sarah was shocked. She had never seen her little sister like this before. She didn’t want her mom finding out so she reluctantly got back on the bed. “That’s better,” Kimmy said with a smile. She leaned up and kissed her sister. Her sister didn’t kiss back. “Come on now. You don’t want me to tell mom do you?” She went to kiss Sarah again. This time Sarah kissed back. Kimmy slipped her tongue into Sarah’s mouth, and began to lick her tongue. Sarah licked back.
As much as Sarah didn’t want to do this, she was starting to like it. It was kind of hot making out with her little sister, and she started to get turned on. Slowly, their kissing turned more passionate. Sarah got on top of Kimmy and started taking off her little sister’s shirt. She had a small flat chest. There was barely anything there, but Sarah didn’t mind. It turned her of more. She began to suck on her nipples, caressing them with her tongue. Then, she started pulling of her pants. Kimmy was wearing little, white, Hello Kitty panties. Starting at her bellybutton, Sarah began licking her little sister’s body. She moved upward until she reached Kimmy’s mouth, which then she began kissing again.
Kimmy was getting really turned on. She knew her sister was starting to like it as much as she was. She loved the feeling of their tongues licking each other, her sister’s mouth on her tits, and even the feeling of their bate legs touching. They stopped making out, and Kimmy went to unbutton Sarah’s blouse. She pulled it off and threw it on the floor. Her sister was wearing a white bra with pink flowers on it. Reaching behind her, Kimmy un-hooked the bra and threw it next on the floor along with the blouse. She was now staring at two beautiful, perfect, round tits that belonged to her sister. “Wow!” she said out loud. She began sucking on the tits. It was amazing, she loved it so much. She tried to fit more and more in her mouth to suck on. No matter what, it didn’t seem enough. For a long time Kimmy sat there sucking away, while her sister stroked her head. Finally, she stopped. “Lay down,” she said. Sarah lay down on the bed, and Kimmy began to take off her skirt. Then she took off her pink and white panties. Kimmy stared with delight at her sister’s pussy. It was a very beautiful sight. It looked so much better in person.
She was about to dig in when her sister stopped her. “Hold on a sec,” she said. “It’s my turn.” She pulled off Kimmy’s Hello Kitty panties, and looked down at her small, tight, pink pussy. She slowly began to stroke around it. Kimmy began to breathe heavily. Then, she started to slightly put her fingers inside. She’d but a little bit in then pull it out quickly. Kimmy, grabbed her sisters hand and forced her fingers in her pussy.
“Give it to me!” she yelled. Sarah smiled and began to go in and out faster and faster. Kimmy screamed with pleasure. It felt so incredible. Her sister was good. In no time, Kimmy began having an orgasm. Sarah bent down and started licking the juices flowing out of her sister’s tiny pussy.
When she was finished, she turned around so her sister could have a go. Kimmy didn’t waste time at all. She greedily, slipped her fingers in her sister’s moist, warm pussy, and began fingering her faster and faster. Her sister began to scream with joy and pleasure. Finally, Kimmy couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped fingering her sister, and began to mop up the juices around her pussy with her tongue. It tasted incredible.
They continued to pleasure each other over and over. Finally, after what felt like hours and collapsed next to each other naked, and breathing heavily. “That was amazing!” Sarah said. “We should do that again sometime!” She pulled out a cigarette from her purse, lit it, and began to smoke. “Want one?” she asked Kimmy.
“I’m only 12,” Kimmy responded.
“Who cares?” Sarah said and pulled out another one and handed it to Kimmy. Kimmy lit it and began smoking. It felt perfect after all the sex they had. She coughed a bit at first but got use to it.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” she said turning over to look in to her sister’s eyes.
“Only after sex.”
Kimmy took a long drag, coughed a bit, and then began to kiss her sister gently. “You’re the best,” she said, and cuddled into her.

The next day at school felt like forever to Kimmy. She couldn’t pay attention to anything. All she did was sit there waiting for the bell to ring so she could go home and see her sister, who was getting off earlier so they could do it again.
Finally, the bell rang and Kimmy ran home. She burst through the door. Her sister was reading a book waiting for her. “Finally!” Sarah said. She threw the book to the side and ran over to Kimmy. They instantly started making out.
Still making out, the two sisters made their way to Kimmy’s bedroom. There they ripped off each other clothes, and began to finger one another. This time they both did it at the same time. Their cries of pleasure filled the room. Finally, when they both came, they went into the 69 position and slurped up each other’s fluids. “I’m still thirsty,” Kimmy said licking up the remaining juices from her face.
“Come with me,” Sarah said, “I have an idea.”
The two girls walked into the bathroom. Sarah climbed in the tub and Kimmy followed. “Open your mouth and lay down.” Sarah commanded, and Kimmy obeyed. She lay down in the cold tub with her mouth open, and Sarah climbed over, her pussy above Kimmy’s open mouth. She then started pissing. The warm, sterile liquid poured from her pussy into Kimmy’s open, eager mouth. She would piss until Kimmy’s mouth was full, and then Kimmy would swallow and open her mouth up again for more. After she was done, Kimmy licked the remaining drops of pee from her sister’s pussy.
Next, Sarah lay down in the tub with her mouth open. Kimmy stood above her, but before she could release her piss, their mother walked in the bathroom.
“There you two . . .” She stopped a saw what the two girls were doing.
“Mom, I can explain,” Kimmy and Sarah both said at the same time.
“What’s there to explain?” their mom said. “You two like golden showers. Finish up and meet me in my room.” Their mom left the bathroom.
Kimmy and Sarah were both confused, but they finished up and walked into their mother’s room. She was lying on the bed wearing black lingerie. Kimmy and Sarah both stood with their mouths open. “Well aren’t you going to say hello to mommy?” their mom asked.
The two sisters walked over and joined their mom on the bed. Their mother pulled out her huge tits from her lingerie. Kimmy and Sarah both grabbed a tit and started sucking and licking. They lay there for a bit, their mother relaxing while her two daughters sucked away. Finally, she pulled them away and said, “Let’s have some fun!” Reaching towards the nightstand next to her she pulled out two dildos and 3 butt plugs. Sarah turned around and her mother placed a butt plug up her ass. Then Kimmy turned around. It took awhile to get it in because her asshole was small and tight, but after a little bit of lube and some pushing, it popped in. Then they turned around and placed the remaining butt plug in their mother. Then she turned around and began to insert the dildos into each of her daughter’s pussies. They both fit perfectly. Kimmy instantly started moaning with delight, because the dildo was kind of big for her. After awhile of fucking, Sarah joined in. The two girls then started fingering their mom. Finally, their mom took out the dildos licked them clean, then took out the butt plugs and licked them clean. Kimmy and Sarah went 69 again and cleaned up the mess of juices surrounding their pussies. Then when they were all done their mother claimed over them and told them to open their mouths. She then started pissing all over their faces. Kimmy and Sarah stuck out their tongues eagerly trying to catch as much piss as they could.
Once they were all done, they lay on the bed, their mother between them. Sarah took out three cigarettes, lit them, and handed one to Kimmy and her mom. They all sat there and smoked. Finally, when they were all done, they got dressed. “Same time tomorrow?” their mom asked.
“Sure,” Kimmy said. “I can’t wait.”
“This is going to be a fun tradition.”

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An internship takes an unexpected turn!

Author’s note: I know it’s impossible for three guys NOT to get caught hiding in a closet, but this is 100% FICTION. Please keep that in mind, thanks!

My name is Allison, and Im 19. I’m about 5’6″ in height, with auburn hair and brown eyes. I have a lean figure with D-cups and dimples in my back, just below my spine. It was Autumn, and I was starting my very first internship at the White House. Yes, I said the White House. I remember feeling anxious, yet excited as I entered the giant building, following the man who was showing me around. His name was Mr. Hill. He brought me to the press secretary’s office, where I would be working. This is where everything changed.

The press secretary was on the phone when we arrived.
“…No, no. This is unacceptable. We need this by Thursday, no later…” I heard her say. “Alright, I’ll take care of it. Bye.” She hung up the phone.
Mr. Hill knocked on the door. “CJ…”
The woman looked up as we stepped inside of her office. She had a pretty face and light hair that was cut at her shoulders. “This is Allison Lewis, she’s the intern I was telling you about.” He said.
“Oh, right.” she rose to meet me and smiled, offering her hand. “I’m CJ Cregg, press secretary and Deputy Chief of Staff. It’s nice to meet you.” she said.
I grasped her hand and shook it lightly. “I’m Allison. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Cregg.”
“Call me CJ.” she insisted.
While she was standing, I instantly noticed that she towered above me at an impressive six feet. She was tall and slim with long legs. She couldn’t have been more than 40 in age, but was still very attractive.
“Well, CJ can take it from here, as you’ll be working with her. If you have any questions, I’d be glad to help.” Mr. Hill said before stepping out.
“Alright, we’d best get started then.” CJ said.

A couple of weeks went by and I was already used to my job. I would run around, keeping notes and things. Often times I found myself in the press room, observing as CJ took on the overwhelming amount of questions from reporters. She was very nice, and was only really scary if you got on her bad side. I seemed to be doing okay.
Eventually I started spending most of my time in her office. The more I did, the more I got to watch her. She really was very pretty.
There were some days she wore these tight skirts that hugged her hips. Those were my favorite days. She would be on the phone, legs propped up on her desk. I would pretend to look over my clipboard when I would actually be eyeing her toned legs. God, she really looked sexy in heels…
I guess she saw me looking because she suddenly took her legs down. Wait, was I checking her out?

I spent a lot of my work time trying to convince myself that I wasn’t attracted to CJ, but it was hard. More so when she would bend over, causing me to glance at her rear. I could tell that her ass was tight and completely perfect. For a brief moment I found myself fantasizing about throwing her across her desk and spanking her… But I snapped out of it when she sat up again. Looks like these next couple of months are going to be long ones…

There was no denying it; I wanted CJ Cregg. At night I would dream about having her submit to me right there in her office, and vice versa. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. If only she would notice me the way I noticed her. Over the next few days, I changed my wardrobe, wearing a shirt that was cut just low enough, or a skirt that gave a good view of my legs. I could have sworn she glanced at my chest a couple of times, but it was hard to tell.

One evening I was working on a paper with Mr. Hill that I had recently finished. I attached it to my clip board and made my way to CJ’s office. Her door was open and I knocked, but no one was there. I decided to wait for her, sitting on the couch against the wall and watching the news in the meantime. A few minutes later, CJ rushed into her office and shut the door. She apparently didn’t see me, as I was sitting in the corner. I went to speak when I noticed she was unbuttoning her blouse. I froze, eyes widening at the sight of her black lace bra popping out of her shirt. I knew I should say something, let her know I was there. So I cleared my throat.
“Jesus! You scared me.” She said, jumping.
“Im so sorry Ms. Cregg, I-I…” I averted my gaze.
“That’s alright… You need something?” she asked.
“Yes, I uh- these, umm… Notes. I have your notes and I came by but you weren’t in here so I was going to wait and-” I rambled on, nervously. What could she be thinking? “Notes for the presidential ball?”
I nodded, looking down.
“Here, I’ll take them.” CJ stuck out her arm, shirt still half unbuttoned. I got up and handed them to her, catching sight of her firm breasts. Before I knew it, my pussy was throbbing and my cheeks reddened.
“….Sorry.” I said before rushing out.

I made it safely to the ladies room and sat in the stall. It seemed there was no one else in the bathroom. With a hand in my panties I felt just how wet I had gotten, and I knew it was from CJ. The anticipation of watching her undress had really turned me on. I soon started to rub my swollen cunt, slipping a finger inside of me. It felt so good to satisfy that aching. I couldn’t stop.
Sliding my finger out, I began to rub my clit rapidly. “Ohh CJ, that feels sooo good.” I moaned quiety, pretending it was her instead of me. I gasped and came, throwing my head back. I had never cum so quickly in my life.

Lunch was being served, and afterwards I returned to CJ’s office to receive my next assignment. CJ was at her desk, reading something. She didn’t look up but she knew it was me. “Close the door.” she told me.
I did as I was asked, wondering if I had done something wrong. “Is everything alright?” I asked, sitting on the couch.
She took her glasses off, holding them in her left hand.
“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I?” She got up from her chair and sat beside me. My breath nearly caught in my throat, I hadn’t really been so close to her until now.
“Forgive me, I’m not quite sure what you mean.”
She was inches away from me and I drank in every detail. Her eyes were Hazel and she didn’t appear to wear any makeup. Her lips seemed soft, a warm, pink color to them. I came to the conclusion that she was naturally that beautiful.
“I heard you in the bathroom earlier.”
I tensed up, blushing. I could have sworn I had been alone. Embarrassed, I put my head in my hands. “Oh God, I… I’m sorry CJ, I don’t know what I was thinking… You’re just really pretty and I-I-I…” I had no clue what to say, couldn’t bring my eyes to meet hers.
“I’ll leave, I’m sorry if I caused any trouble “. I went to exit the room and she stopped me, a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to face her and suddenly she leaned forward and pressed her lips against my own! I wasn’t sure that this was real, but I didn’t resist. When she pulled away, I was speechless.
“Why don’t you come with me to my house later. We have some… Work that needs to be taken care of.” she said, going back to her desk.
I nodded, breaking into a smile. “Yes ma’am.”

~~~~~~~~~~ PART 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After this incident, CJ took me to her house to work alright! I had then begun to sleep with her for quite some time. We were pretty good at keeping this a secret, but there must have been something that gave us away. There were three guys who worked with CJ named Toby, Josh and Sam. They began to suspect something. A rumor then started amongst the three of them, that CJ and I were having at it (Boy, were they right!).
This was something that remained only between them, especially since they weren’t sure. Toby kind of shrugged it off, Josh really wanted to know and Sam was determined to find out. An overeard two sentences set off what became a very interesting plan.

“…It just can’t be done in time. This could take all night to complete.” CJ sighed. “We’ll do what we can now and finish at my house. How’s that sound?”
I agreed.

Josh was passing by when he heard this and immediately shared it with the guys. At first they joked about sneaking into CJ’s house and discovering the truth, but it quickly became a serious idea. “Fuck it, I say we go.”
after a long discussion, they decided.
“I’m in. We leave in an hour”.

Very Early, they left and snuck into CJ’s home. Toby was someone she trusted so he knew where she kept her spare key. They looked around for a place to hide, and settled on the bedroom closet. Soon after, CJ and I arrived and got straight to work. The guys sat upstairs, cramped and patiently waiting. They listened to our conversation downstairs until we finished our project. It was 10pm by then, and I was staying overnight. The guys perked up when they heard us coming upstairs. I got ready for bed and CJ sat in bed, reading.
“CJ, you need a break. You’re still in your work clothes.”
“I was doing some reading for the ball.” she said.
“Just relax, you’re doing too much.” I knew she was simply trying to be prepared.
“Come on”. I said, getting up and sitting beside her.

‘Hey wake up, something’s happening.’ Sam whispered from the closet, poking the guys.

“Im fine, really. After this, I’ll stop.” she insisted.
I rested my hands on her neck and began to massage her shoulders. Her muscles were tense, and she practically melted as I worked out the knots. Bending her head forward she said, “Mmm, okay, you win” and closed the book.

The guys shared a look as I stopped and sat before her again.

“Better?”
CJ rolled her shoulders back and nodded. “Much, thank you.”
“So what are you going to do now?” I asked.
” I had a little something in mind.” she replied.
“yeah? Like what?”
She giggled and leaned forward, kissing me lightly. “You know exactly what”.
I parted my lips lightly as she did so.

The guys’ eyes grew wide as our minor kiss turned into a more passionate one. CJ drew in my bottom lip as my tongue danced with hers.

‘Holy. Shit. We were right.” Toby whispered.

Our kiss lingered on, my hand on her neck as she ran her fingers through my hair.

The boys were in disbelief. “I knew it!” Josh said

“Do I make you hot, CJ?” I asked her.
“God, yes.”
There I was, 19 years old about to please the woman of my dreams, yet again.

“This… This is just… Incredible.” Sam said.

I licked at her neck, kissing the same spot. She caressed my side, tracing the line of my spine. My nipples were hardening through my shirt, showing just how aroused I was. “This needs to come off.” I said, tapping the button of her blazer. As simple as that, the blazer was off. She was in a plain t-shirt and a black skirt; the one that I favored out of the others. I let my fingers trail their way up her bare legs, as it would be torture to look and not touch.
“That too.” CJ crossed her arms and lifted her shirt off to reveal a purple bra. Then She pulled at the string of my pajamas bottoms. I pushed one of her straps to the side and kissed the smooth skin of her shoulder. She ran her fingers through my hair once more and told me to sit back, so I did. My pajamas were off in an instant, and luckilly for her, I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Because of the bed post, the boys couldn’t see anything above my knee, but they heard every word we spoke. “Jesus Christ, is this turning anyone else on? I’m hard as a rock.” Toby admitted.

CJ brushed her lips over my collar bone and stopped above my breasts. She rolled her tongue over my nipples, and then kissed her way down my belly.

“Fuck. I’m sorry guys.” Sam said as he unzipped his pants. He couldn’t handle wht he was witnessing and needed relief. They all did.

She traced the line of my panties before sliding those off too. Now in between my legs, she blew lightly against my throbbing cunt. I knew she was teasing and sat there, drawing in staggered breaths of anticipation. I was finally rewarded by the feel of her tongue running up my slit. I laid back completely as her tongue went deeper inside of me. CJ’s head moved in slight circles and I moaned. “Ohh CJ…”
She sucked up my clit, flicking it furiously with her tongue.
“I want you to cum so hard.” she told me, sitting up.

The guys observed CJ sticking her middle and ring finger in her mouth. “Do you think she’s gonna-“
But his question was answered when she slid her fingers into place.

“I know you like it deep.”
I moaned again, biting my lip in satisfaction.
“Why don’t we make this a bit more fun?” she asked. CJ reached for her nightstand drawer, and pulled out a clear, glass dildo. “Shall we?”
She had a seductive smirk on her face as she began to thrust fast, the smooth, cold glass sliding in and out with ease.

Sam was pounding away at the sound of my moans growing more frequent.

“You’re so close… And so wet, I absolutely love it.”
I spread my legs wider for her. “Oh fuck, Oh yes. CJ, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned.
She used her other hand to rub my clit in circles. “Then cum for me baby, cum for me”.
She moaned with me as my pussy contracted and I came hard. “Oh, yes!” she said as she watched, still working my clit.
“How was that?” she smiled down at me.
“…amazing” I managed. She slid the dildo out and used her mouth to clean it.
“Oh, you’re turning me on all over again.” I said as I watched her.

“Me too.” Sam said quietly, who already spurted a load in the closet. Toby and Josh were close. Watching CJ suck anything could really bring a guy over the edge.

“Your turn!” I said happily, leaning her back against her pillow. Her lingerie was thrown to the floor and I was left with my eyes glued to the gorgeous, six foot tall woman in front of me. People were often intimidated by her height, but she was none-the-less astonishing.
I started down her body, kissing every inch of her that I could. I took my time, coming to her chest and taking each of her smaller breasts into my mouth. CJ let a soft moan escape her. I ventured on across her belly and thighs, lips working around that perfect little slit of hers. Where was the fun if I didn’t tease her back?

Sam was stroking his hard cock, attempting his second orgasm as Toby and Josh came at the sight of the exposed flesh between CJ’s legs.

“Please…” she begged me.
I shoved my tongue as deep inside of her as she did myself, and she breathed a sigh of relief. I used my other hand to apply pressure to her clit as she closed her eyes. CJ was just as slippery and sweet as she usually was, and I loved the way she tasted.
I sat up, two fingers now replacing my tongue. CJ panted, hungry for the climax she so desperately craved.

“This is so fucking sexy.” Josh said from the closet. It was his biggest fantasy to spy on two females as they pleased each other.

I leaned forward and kissed her neck again, a highly sensative spot for her. Her words were only just audible. “…Talk to me.”

“God yes, talk dirty to her.” Toby pleaded silently.

“Claudia Jean Cregg, you’ve been so naughty lately. I love it when you misbhave, wearing those short skirts to work. It makes me so wet.”
CJ’s eyes were still closed as she listened. I figured that since she was in charge so often, she liked the idea of being submissive every now and then. Although she did have fun being the dominant one…
“You know, I have this fantasy where you call me into your office, and you’re wearing a low-cut tank top under your blazer and showing off your legs while you’re sitting on your desk…” I began, still pumping her pussy. I aimed upward, searching for her g-spot. It would be a real treat if I’d found it!
“… And you command me to do things, and in the end I have my tongue buried in your cunt and the President himself walks in as you’re brought to orgasm and he doesn’t even realize it.” I continued.
“…Don’t stop.” CJ panted.

“Holy fuck, I can pitcure that scene perfectly”. Toby said as he imagined it.

CJ groaned, her legs bucking. If there’s one thing I learned about her, it’s that her legs buck when she’s close.
“I think my favorite thing is that after this is over, I get to lap everything up”.
“Yes.” she moaned.
“Are you gonna cum CJ?”
“Uh-huh.” she nodded.
I rubbed her clit in wild circles. “Cum for me then, you can’t fight it. I can already feel your pussy tightening around my fingers.”
“Oh, God!” she moaned.
“And now you’re almost intoxicated by that unbelievably delicious feeling that’s been building up in the pit of your stomach. And when it erupts, you’ll be left a breathless mess on your bed as that wave of ecstasy hits you over and over again.”

CJ’s legs jerked once, twice as she let out a cry, completely euphoric.
She pushed back, body digging into the mattress. Her muscles contracted and she exploded, squirting all over my hand and the bed.

“Jesus!” All three men came as they watched CJ soak her bedsheets, laying there in a vulnerable state.

She was breathing heavily.
“you’re absolutely… brilliant.”
“I should say the same for you, Ms. Cregg”.
I fell beside her as she finger-combed her ruffled hair into place and kissed me for the last time that night.

The guys sat, mystified until Toby broke their silence. “Okay, we know we’re right… Now how the fuck do we get out of this closet?”

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