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This is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

Each year in June, the MD and owner of the company that I work for hosts a staff party at her spacious house in the hills outside the city, and I am going to tell you about what happened the first time that I attended. I was then just over 30, and had joined the firm seven months previously; I was in a middle management position, doing well and marked out as being on the fast track to the top. The event was ‘bring your partner’, but at that point I had no ‘significant other’, and in any case I probably wouldn’t have taken her even if I did. After several unsatisfactory attempts at boyfriends in my teens, I had discovered when at college that I am a lesbian, but I was not publicly ‘out’ in my professional life.

I am what is often called ‘striking’, mainly because of my height, which is just over six foot. I am quite willowy, but not without some curves, and there is enough to my bust and ass for you to get a grip on. My brunette hair is styled to shoulder length, and I have dark eyes and lashes, and full lips. The party was a classy event and the dress code was formal wear, with men in bow ties and dinner jackets, and the women in full-length evening gowns – many of which compensated for their length by barely existing above the waist. My choice was not more daring than most, but it was nearly backless and plunged between my breasts, which were cupped in a gathered halter-neck top. Its wine red colour set off my healthy tan and dark hair; under it my shoes had only a low heel, as I was already taller than most of the men as it was, and I had learnt that many of them resented that.

Ms Geraldine Morton’s house was lovely, beautifully proportioned and constructed of white stone in a classic neo-Palladian style. It had been built by her father, from whom she had inherited both the mansion and the company – and also, fortunately, his business drive and talents. The firm is in the advertising and marketing industry, and it had prospered and expanded under her control during the previous nine years; indeed, its growth was the reason why I had been attracted to it, from an older-established but rather staid rival. The house had extensive grounds with a pool, and there were several large indoor reception rooms, all tastefully arranged for the event. All of the approximately two hundred employees came, and there was also a wide selection of our clients and contacts in the press, city government, and so on.

I took a cab out there and found the party in full swing, with at least two-thirds of the guests having already arrived. There was a jazz band playing on the patio, and disco music in an indoor ballroom. I drifted around, making small talk with the relatively few staff and clients that I knew. There was quite a lot of toned and attractive female flesh on view, and a few that set the pulse racing, but it seemed that they were all hooked up with husbands or boyfriends. My eye was caught by a stunning black woman of around my own age, maybe a year or two older. She had rich black hair that fell in cascading curls to her shoulders, and her flat stomach highlighted the swell of the full bust above it – easily double D cup – and the curvaceous flare of her hips below. But what really drew my gaze like a magnet was not just her superb body, nor the lively animation of her expression and gestures, but the remarkable dress that she was wearing. It was not by any means one of the most revealing in its upper half – indeed, its attraction was in part that it concealed more than many, showing a full cleavage but only a limited amount of her breasts. It was two things: firstly, it was in a creamy white satin that was an extraordinarily effective contrast with the deep black of her smooth skin; secondly, whilst it was extensive in its drape, it had a long slash on each leg. Whenever she walked or turned, it revealed an expanse of vividly-contrasting black skin, almost to her hip. In fact, I became convinced that if one was standing at the right angle at her side, you would see across to at least the base of her cunt, if not more, and I began to wonder if she was wearing any panties underneath it – there was no sign of them, but it might be a brief black thong, which would hardly show.

I’m not sure if she noticed me watching, or just noticed me – for we had one thing in common, which was that we were two of the tallest women at the party. At any rate, on one occasion that I was looking her way she caught my eye, and gave a slight smile. I thought that perhaps I had been checking her out a little too obviously, and with a slightly embarrassed flush I ducked away and went to cool off with a glass of chilled Chardonnay and a walk in the grounds. The black woman had been surrounded by a thicket of admiring men (several of whom had also been trying to get the angle to see her pussy), and she had been laughing and joking with them, laying an elegant hand first on one shoulder and then another. As the evening passed, I encountered her on several more occasions, and indeed she was so striking it was hard to miss her – most of the guests, like me, were Caucasian, only a few had our height, and none had her lithe grace and stylish dress sense. I thought I felt her gaze on me from time to time, but I couldn’t be sure – sometimes when I glanced across, it was if she had been looking my way and had just turned away, but it could have been my over-active imagination. So it was something of a surprise when, close to midnight, I was picking a few nibbles from the nearly-depleted buffet in one of the less crowded rooms, and realised that she was beside me with her hand brushing close to mine as we both reached into the same bowl. She gave a laugh in a rich mellow voice, and introduced herself as Miranda Walters. I told her my name in return, and explained that I was relatively new in town and that this was my first midsummer party. She nodded and said she thought that was the case, and I felt quite flattered when she remarked that she would have remembered me if I had been there last year. I was sure she did not work for the company, for I would certainly have noticed her at the office, but she didn’t reveal what her occupation was – when I probed a little by asking how she came to be at the party, she just smiled and said that she had known Geraldine for quite a while.

Miranda seemed to have shaken off her posse of male pursuers, and when I mentioned this she rolled her eyes theatrically and said ‘thank goodness’; they were only after one thing, she said, and whilst she wanted to be polite it had been starting to get tiresome with all the competitiveness and the sexual innuendo, and even an attempted grope from a couple of the bolder (or drunker) spirits. I shared the laugh with her, and was again flattered when she said that I must get the same problem, but I blushed and shrugged it off, saying that I was not as beautiful as her. She insisted that I was, and remarked that my figure was in lovely proportion. We talked for a while, and I began to think her interest was more than just friendly sisterhood; we were definitely moving into flirting, and with her expressive gestures she was touching my hands and arms much more than was necessary. No one seemed to intrude into our little bubble of space, and I began to feel a mounting thrill that had me getting a bit sweaty between the thighs and moist in my pussy. Finally, as one more overtly sexually ambiguous remark topped another, she paused and put her hand over mine where it was resting on the table, tracing her fingers to my wrist. She looked me directly in the eyes and said; ‘If you haven’t been here before, would you like to see around? Geraldine won’t mind – at these events, only her private rooms are off-limits, and there are lots of other places.’ Her lips were slightly parted in a way that made me want to taste them right there and then, no matter who was looking, but this sounded like some sort of invitation to find a more discrete place – and it was clear that she was sexually interested in me. I said that I would love to, adding meaningfully ‘if it’s just the two of us – I’d love a private show.’ ‘Oh, yes’, she replied eagerly, slipping an arm deliciously around my waist, ‘it’s just a party for two’. That exchange removed all doubts, and I felt heady with excitement and anticipation, as the wetness in my crotch soaked the gusset of my skimpy panties – I had never been picked up (for that’s what it was) by so stunning a beauty, or ever before had the opportunity to make love to a black or Asian woman.

Miranda steered me through to the hall, and said: ‘let’s start the tour at the top’. She released my waist and led the way up the broad staircase, giving me a close view of her magnificent ass swaying from side to side in the tight satin dress as I followed behind her. There were two upper floors, and when we reached the highest she drew me close and then, as there was no one on the landing or in the corridor, pulled me against her warm body and found my lips with hers. I parted them for a deep tongue-twining kiss that left me short of breath for all the right reasons, and gazed at her speechless as she pulled back. Her hand dropped from my right shoulder to cup and squeeze my breast, and at my eager moan she nodded. With the lights of humour and lust dancing in her eyes, she said softly ‘I had to be sure’, and then she took me along the corridor, past seven or eight closed doors. We stopped in front of one which she opened quietly and peered inside, and then beckoned me to follow. It was a bedroom, but clearly not in regular use – there were no personal items in it, and it had that neat and tidy look that spoke ‘spare room’. Miranda closed the door behind us, clicking the latch so that only someone with the key could enter after us. Then she turned back and gazed at me for a timeless moment, and I drank in her dark beauty in return. Miranda lifted her hands to enclose both of my breasts, and gave them a firm squeeze as she said in a husky voice: ‘I want to fuck you … and I want you to fuck me!’ I’ve gone to heaven, I thought, and then: no, heaven has come to me.

Her fingers traced down the deep opening in the front of my ball gown, and then slid up and went underneath it, finding my naked breasts – for the design of the dress had made wearing a bra out of the question. As her fingers found my nipples, I though I would faint from arousal, and it was as much to steady myself as to return the favour that my hands went to her shoulders, and then to begin unfastening the halter neck of her gown. It proved to have a fairly simple clip artfully hidden under a silk bow, and when I unsnapped it the dress fell apart on each side down to her hips. An acre of sumptuous black skin was revealed, and two of the shapeliest, firmest breasts that it has ever been my privilege to hold, lick and suck – as I at once proceeded to do with these globes of joy. ‘Aaahhh, yes, go for it, gal, mmmm’, she moaned, and I realised that her nipples were highly sensitive. I slowed my pace, making it softer and more tantalising, and my tactic scored a bull’s eye. She began to writhe in my arms, not in objection but in unconstrained pleasure, and her head fell backwards, with cascades of hair hanging down her back and her throat exposed in complete surrender to the moment. I slipped an arm around her waist to hold her steady, and applied the other hand to one breast and my mouth to the other. Her breathing took on a ragged syncopation of increasing pace, and I could tell that I was taking her to an orgasm just from the attentions that I was devoting to her mammaries. Her hands were still holding my breasts, and her grip tightened convulsively – almost painfully – as the climax took her to a crescendo, and she gave a high-pitched cry of ‘yes! yes! oh – fuck! – yesssss!!’

I released her breasts and she stood back a pace, slightly tottering in the aftermath. The nostrils of her attractive broad nose were flared and her eyes were still hot with unsatiated lust. In a throaty voice, she instructed: ‘get this dress off me!’ She turned around, and I knelt behind her and found the other fastening at the bottom of the back, where the fabric that enclosed her breasts swept around to meet just above the cleft of her buttocks – above that, her back had been bare. With the halter neck already undone, as soon as I opened this the whole creamy concoction tumbled to her ankles; she stepped out of it, but took care to drape it carefully over the back of a small chair. I was breathtaken by what I saw – she had a superb physique for a woman in her early 30s, and clearly kept herself even fitter and more toned than I did myself – and, without boasting, I can say I was both slim and trim. I had already admired her full swinging breasts, adorned by paler milky-brown aureoles and stiffly erect nipples; now I saw her smooth stomach muscles, flowing hips and toned thighs. I had been right about the panties – there was a tiny thong in an attractive, expensive-looking combination of black transparent gauze and lace; I wasted no time in pulling this down and off as well. She was wearing no stockings, and like myself had shoes with only an inch of heel – black again, with elegant straps over the foot and ankles. Her shapely ass was right in front of me, and I kissed her first on one cheek and then the other, before pushing my tongue into her cleft, licking at her asshole. She gave a slightly startled squeal, but then responded by moving her legs apart, and thrusting her chest forwards and her bottom out behind her. My tongue pushed in further, nibbling at her puckering anus, whilst I brought one hand up between her thighs to take a firm grip of her pussy. This was rewarded with another squeal which turned swiftly into a moan of pleasure, as I firmly pushed my index-finger at least three inches into her. She was very aroused, lubricated and easy to penetrate, and I began finger-shafting her whilst still teasing and nibbling around her ass. She whimpered, and with a convulsive shudder she came a second time.

I felt in command of the situation, more than I usually do – I’m not particularly dominant and like to share the love-making roles, but there are times when you want to be in control and this was one of them. With my hands on her hips, I rotated her unresisting body until her cunt was now presented to my mouth. Her pudenda were rich and swollen, and coated with juices from the two orgasms which she had already enjoyed. Its sight, smell and taste were irresistible, and I attacked it with my mouth, lapping up her juices and thrusting deep within her vagina. ‘Oh, yeh, yeh, baby’, she grunted, ‘lick me – suck me – FUCK ME!’ My lips were clamped round her pussy like a limpet, I was intoxicated by the scent and taste of her black skin, and my tongue quested roughly for her clitoris. As I found it, she gasped, and begged to sit down before her legs gave way. I removed my mouth and released her hips from my grip, and she took two steps backwards to find the side of the big double-bed which was in the centre of the room. Sinking down on the mattress, she spread her legs as wide apart as possible, thrusting her cunt outwards in wordless invitation. I enjoyed a moment of rapturous appreciation of the wonderful sight: her hungry eyes, half-open mouth, and dishevelled hair; her magnificent breasts, coated with a sheen of sweat; her open legs and at their centre her gaping pussy lips, moist and vividly pink against the dark skin and the cropped matting of black hair around them. Truly, I am not sure if I have ever seen a more beautiful woman, a more wanton pose, or a more definite promise of sexual fulfilment. ‘Fuck, you’re magnificent!’ I said, and I could tell that my sincerity had pleased her. She shook her tumbled black hair, and announced with a joyous smile ‘I am the Lion Queen’, and then with real hunger she added ‘and I will eat you!’ – giving me a fake snarl and showing her teeth as she said this – ‘but first, paleskin squaw eat me!’ I thought she was getting her continents mixed up, never mind her ethnicity, but what the hell: she was full of warmth and humour, so eager and just so fucking sexy – she was rocking my world, and had barely touched me yet, in fact I still had all my clothes on!

I gave a low imitation of a wolf howl, and crawled towards my target on hands and knees, bringing my face to her cunt and resuming my oral penetration with renewed vigour and determination. After an initial moan, she clamped her mouth closed and took short deep breaths through her nostrils. As my tongue pushed her vaginal walls apart and dove as deeply as I could reach, she clutched one of her breasts in one hand, mauling the tit quite roughly, and clamped the other hand on the back of my head, trying to pull me even further into her. I surfaced for a quick breath, and then used my teeth to nibble along the edges of her opening, a technique which usually produces fireworks and did not fail me now. I could her voice uttering a mixture of swear words interleaved with gasps and groans, and her vocal response encouraged me to bite a little harder than usual. She let out an ululating wail (and for a second I was worried someone would hear it and break down the door, thinking the person inside was unwell!), but it degenerated in the next few seconds to barking shrieks as I zeroed in on her clitoris, teasing it, sucking it, and carefully pulling it between my teeth. The effect of the latter was explosive: she was wracked with a series of shudders, and came for the third time even more strongly than before. I tasted the wash of her pussy juices, vacuuming them up with my mouth, savouring them with my tongue and swallowing them. She flopped back on the bed, and brushed a hand across her sweat-covered brow. ‘Wow!’ she said, ‘that was fantastic! I owe you, babe – and I always pay my debts!’

When Miranda rose to her feet, I stood up as well. She gently stroked my cheek, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then, slightly detaching herself, she said ‘you look real good in this, honey’, and ran her hands all over my front, ending by slipping them once again in between the bodice of my dress to find my breasts. I reached behind me to undo the fastenings, and my dress fell away from my body just as hers had done earlier. I was wearing more underneath than she had done: I had a pair of black hold-up stockings, and black satin panties that were shaped to sit high on the hip with a plunging front. Within seconds, she slid her hand inside them, to stroke my cunt and rub her knuckle up and down my opening. I closed my eyes to savour the sensations, and now it was her turn to steer me backwards towards the bed. She encouraged me to lie on it fully, on my back, and she climbed on to straddle my stomach. With one hand she reached behind her to continue probing at my pussy, and with the other she groped each of my breasts in turn. Then she shifted position and slid my panties from my hips to below my knees, and I completed the job by kicking them off. After this, she reversed position into a classic ‘69’, and lowered her pussy onto my eager and anticipatory face. I certainly hadn’t lost my appetite for her sweet sex, and resumed with if anything even more determination. As I was feasting on her cunt, her own face was poised just a few inches above my pussy, and she wasted no time in giving it vigorous attention. For several minutes we ate each other out, as she steadily and patiently worked me towards orgasm.

We had been in the bedroom for quite a while by now, and the noise of the party had almost ceased. I realised that it must be at least 1.00 a.m., possibly later, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop short of obtaining delicious release from the tongue of my ebony goddess. However, just as I was feeling that my climax was about to break, the door into the bedroom opened. I was so preoccupied it took a few seconds for this development to register, and then I gave a horrified squawk of alarm. Standing in the doorway, her slim and elegant form silhouetted against the brighter lights of the corridor, was the owner of the house and my ultimate boss, Geraldine Morton. I had only met her twice before, very briefly and in formal situations – once at my interview, and once on my first day at work to welcome me to the firm. She had seemed a cool, slightly remote figure, a very handsome woman of around 40, a couple of inches less in height than me. Her Irish parentage had given her the ginger hair that she kept in a business-like short bob and her pale creamy skin tone (though expensive oils and beauty therapists certainly helped with that). In those brief meetings it had registered with me that she had a fine ripe figure, with the fullness of her bosom only partly concealed by her austere trouser-suit outfits. Earlier this evening I had looked at her with interest as she circulated amongst the guests, for although her black evening dress was in one of the more conservative styles on display, still it clung close to a figure that was as trim as a woman of half her age, and showcased a bust that many of them would have killed for.

Then I had idly wanted to see more of her – now, I certainly didn’t! A cold chill swept through me as she folded her arms below her ample breasts, and enquired: ‘So, Miranda, you seem to have scored – who do we have here?’ My bubble burst in swift realisation, as the pointers all fell into place: Miranda’s failure to mention how she came to be at the party, her comment about knowing Geraldine for years, her familiarity with this upper and clearly more private part of the house, her confident occupation of this room. Shit! shit! shit!! SHIT!!! ran through my panicking mind: I was fucking the boss’s babe, and had been caught in flagrante delicto – and whilst Miranda surely was a delight, it couldn’t get much more flagrant than being discovered almost nude, in a 69 clinch, with my tongue deep in her pussy. I would be fired for sure: I would be clearing my desk in the morning – I saw my career crashing in flames. I tried to mumble something, anything, and to rise up, but Miranda’s weight on top of me pinned me down. Through a mist of apprehension, I heard her voice – unconcerned, soothing, and telling me not to worry, it’s all OK. Then Geraldine shifted position slightly and more of the corridor light fell on her face – and with huge relief I could see that she was not angry, but smiling. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, whilst Miranda smoothly rolled off me to lie alongside, propped up on one elbow, amusedly regarding her new trophy and her older lover. I was still paralysed from shock and remained flat on my back, unintentionally affording my boss a clear view and full access to all my charms. She let her hand fall lightly on my right breast and traced across to the left one, giving the nipple a firm tweak. Still closely watching my face, her hand moved down my body to touch me between the legs, and I gave a short gasp of surprise and pleasure. ‘Mmmm, she’s quite a stunner’, Geraldine told Miranda, ‘well done, sweetie.’

My boss then met my eyes directly, and in a few words she explained that she and Miranda particularly enjoyed threesomes, and were always on the lookout for suitable additions to their games – in particular, at this annual party Miranda was always commissioned to find a new girl to join their circle. Geraldine also made two other points clear, politely but firmly: this could never be spoken of at the office, and whilst they would love it if I became one of their group of fuck-buddies, I must not expect any special treatment or privileges at work to result from it. I nodded my agreement, and then reinforced it by saying ‘That’s fine – I wouldn’t want it any other way’. Geraldine gave a warm smile that transformed her face, making her look at least five years younger. Then she gathered up the hem of her evening dress, languorously lifting the thin material to bunch around her waist. As I lay on the bed looking up at her, I had a grandstand view: she was wearing nothing at all beneath the dress (apart from shoes) and, after what seemed endless tanned leg, her pubes were revealed to be smoothly shaven, so every detail of her womanhood was evident. When the dress was completely above her hips, she swung across the bed, straddling me and lowering her cunt down onto my face. She took my head in her hands, guiding my mouth to her ripely-scented vagina. ‘I want what she’s had – now!’ she instructed. There is a God in heaven, I thought, and She is wonderful. I had made love to plenty of women over the years, but always one at a time – I had never experienced a threesome before.

The view which I had looking upwards as Geraldine brought her pussy down to ride on my face was absolutely stunning – she was a very handsome woman, mature and full-figured, and I was so turned on by her. My fingers reached around her thighs to prise her labia apart, and my tongue eagerly pressed in between them, sucking up her wetness and thrusting further inside. With the third or fourth slice of my tongue up and down her vagina, flicking across her clit, she closed her eyes and arched her back. Miranda had risen from the bed and came up behind her lover, and just at this moment she slipped her fingers under the straps of Geraldine’s dress, easing them off her shoulders and letting the dress tumble down at each side. This revealed Geraldine’s large U-shaped breasts, which sagged only very slightly as the underwiring in the bodice of her dress fell away. My perspective on them from underneath her pelvis was so erotic that I nearly came, and I gave a kind of gasp. Because my mouth was pushed into Geraldine’s pussy, this sent a jet of air into her vagina, and she gave a curious sideways shake of her hips whilst a shudder ran through her body. The shudders continued as Miranda reached round from behind to cup and fondle her ripe breasts, pulling and slightly pinching the erect nipples.

I had resumed my eating out of Geraldine, tasting her increasing wetness, when the next thing that I knew was a sudden penetration of my own vagina by something hard, wide and ribbed. The surprise as much as anything made me jerk my head upwards, which rammed my tongue deeper into Geraldine than I had gone before. She gave a kind of sob, and moaned ‘oh! yes! – do it more, do it more!’ Miranda had left the bed for a moment, and from some drawer had extracted a long, flexible double-ended dildo made of dark purple plastic. She had worked one end into my cunt, twisting it in and out until at least seven inches was inside me. Then she bent the other end upwards, so that it formed a curved L-shape. Miranda climbed back on the bed, spread her knees and lowered her pussy down over the other end of the dildo. Within a few seconds, a long section of it vanished into her, so that only a few inches remained visible between her hole and mine. Miranda began to ride up and down on the dildo, pushing it into me with every downstroke, whilst her hands found Geraldine’s tits again and squeezed them roughly. I had never experienced anything as stimulating as this before, having my mouth full of moist pussy and its seeping juices, and simultaneously being reamed out by the hard and deep thrusts of the dildo. An orgasmic wave spasmed through me – it must have been a double or triple orgasm, again a first time for me. I’m not sure if I could have lasted much longer, but almost immediately Geraldine reached her climax as well. She bent forwards at the waist, and her hands gripped my head, shoving it into her even harder. At the same time, her head went back, and she gave a series of shrill yelps, aimed at the ceiling. Geraldine came all over my face, and I lapped up as much of her cunny-juices as possible.

After taking a few deep and shaky breaths, Geraldine climbed off me and discarded her dress completely, kicking off her shoes as well. I was still lying on my back on the bed, and before I could gather my wits to rise, Miranda got on top of me and lowered her large swinging breasts onto my face for some oral attention. I was happy to oblige; they were superbly shaped, quite apart from the exotic appeal of her black skin and the lighter creamy-brown of the aureoles and nipples. Miranda was crouched over my body on her knees, which had the effect of sticking her ass up in the air and separating her buttocks. This was too tempting a sight for Geraldine, and this time I noted which drawer in the dressing-table near the window she opened. Her choice proved to be a strap-on, which she quickly stepped into and buckled in place. Without saying a word, she got onto the bed behind Miranda’s butt, and began to fuck her doggy-style. Geraldine’s hands gripped Miranda’s waist, and she started a slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. Miranda gloried in the attention of being in the middle of our threesome, with one woman sucking her tits and kneading her breasts whilst another shafted her pussy. She began to push her hips backwards to coincide with Geraldine’s impaling of her cunt, giving a low deep moan which turned into a gasp each time the strap-on reached its point of maximum penetration. Miranda lost all control, gripping my shoulders as if she was about to be swept away by a tidal wave, and pouring out a torrent of demands and pleas to fuck her more, harder, deeper. At last, after much longer than I expected, her body jerked in a profound orgasm, and she collapsed on top of me with her full breasts smothering my smaller ones.

Geraldine gave her black babe an affectionate (but quite firm) slap on the rump, and with a sigh the younger woman rolled off me to lie alongside, on her back. However, there was to be no rest for me, nor did I need any. Geraldine said ‘now it’s my turn’, and she beckoned me to stand up. I was expecting that she would want to fuck me with the strap-on, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Instead, my boss unfastened it and buckled it onto me, cinching the straps firmly around my waist. Then she clambered onto the prone form of Miranda, getting into the 69 position. Geraldine’s ass was towards me, and I saw Miranda’s face framed underneath it, whilst her fingers spread the older woman’s labial lips and licked them wetly. Geraldine raised her head from sucking on Miranda’s pussy, and ordered me crisply to ‘fuck the living daylights outta me’. I moved up to the edge of the bed, and Geraldine’s hand guided the tip of the strap-on to her pussy hole. She arched her back, pushing against me so that about an inch of it slid into her. ‘Give it to me,’ she gasped, ‘drill me for oil.’ ‘Yeah,’ laughed Miranda, ‘she’s a gusher, all right!’ I needed no more encouragement: the prospect of fucking the boss was incredibly arousing, and I was determined to give her it all –a real bone-shaking pussy-pounding. I was so fired up that I had no restraint left, and with a volcanic thrust of my hips I rammed the dildo into her, deep and fast. Geraldine was no novice, and she responded to my forcefulness, spreading her legs and opening her vulva. I rode her hard, gripping first her hips and then her shoulders to give me the leverage to drive in the plastic cock for its full length with every stroke. To have this mature woman like putty in my hands was amazing, and her being my boss made it even more delectable. We were both sweating and gasping, and such was the force of my battering-ram shafting that she abandoned trying to keep her mouth on Miranda’s pussy, and shoved two fingers into the black woman’s cunt instead. I stepped up the pace of my thrusts with the strap-on, and Geraldine began to buck and thrust her hips in the same rhythm as the penetrations, whilst matching them in the pistoning of her fingers in and out of Miranda’s vagina. We were all gasping and shuddering in complete abandon, and I don’t know if we could have kept building it much longer – but, quite suddenly, Geraldine collapsed panting with a huge orgasm. The sight of her ripely-screwed body was so exciting that I came as well from the sheer thrill of it, slumping on top of her, with my breasts pressed against her back.

Miranda gave a groan from underneath and told us both to get off, we were too heavy. Somehow I recovered command of my legs and staggered to my feet, withdrawing the plastic cock from Geraldine’s vagina with a wet sucking pop. When she arose, she undid and removed the strap-on from my waist, and then softly ran her fingers along my moist slit, probing and stroking. She and Miranda put me onto the bed on my back once again, with my legs spread open and dangling over the side. Geraldine moved to lie beside me, watching as her black lover picked up and put on the discarded strap-on. Miranda stood between my thighs, then she gripped each ankle and hoisted my feet into the air to rest against her shoulders. This put my pussy in a submissive, vulnerable position; it was wet and open, and angled just right for the strap-on to spear into it in a downwards direction. Miranda locked her eyes onto mine and then – without shifting her gaze – she leaned her weight forwards, and the plastic cock thrust into me. Its pressure was both wonderful and alarming, as it penetrated further than I ever went with a vibrator. However, after this first hard and deep entry, she withdrew it and began a campaign of short, sharp plunges, in and out. Whilst Miranda was fucking me in the missionary position, Geraldine started to give attention to my breasts; her sucking and tweaking of my nipples added to the amazing sensations that were coursing through my body. This was the first time ever that I had been in the middle of a threesome, getting attention from two women at the same time. The sight of Miranda’s stunning black body thrusting between my legs, the sensations radiating out from my cunt as she vigorously, almost brutally, fucked me, and the stimulation of my nipples by my boss’s adept tongue, all combined to produce the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. It was amazingly erotic experience, one which I realised had so many possible permutations, and I determined there and then to enjoy it again whenever possible.

After a few moments lying sprawled as we all recovered our breath, the two women each took one of my hands and led me to their master bedroom – a large, beautifully-proportioned room with three tall windows which overlooked the garden and swimming pool. In the centre was a huge circular bed, with ample room for three. We lay down, with me in between them, and I slipped off my hold-up stockings – one of which had acquired a long tear – and joined them in complete nakedness. Our sexual energy was quite spent, but we enjoyed the look and the closeness of our bodies and gently caressed each other. After a while, I fell asleep, to be woken in the morning light by Miranda’s hand questing for my pussy. Half awake, I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide. I heard a husky laugh, and opened my eyes wider to see Miranda lying next to me wearing nothing but a strap-on, and Geraldine (who had laughed) watching us with interest. The older woman was wearing a white bathrobe, which she had pushed one hand inside and was clearly fingering her pussy. After a few minutes of Miranda’s teasing and fondling of my cunt, which parted easily for her fingers, she got on top of me and thrust the plastic cock into my vagina. I learned later that the missionary position was her favourite, because she loves to look a woman in the face whilst she fucks her, and can see from her expressions when to go slow and when fast, and when the moment of climax is approaching. So it was with me that golden sunny morning, as she took it slowly, building and building my passion and giving me no release until I was finally shrieking and begging for it – then she switched her grip to my hips, lifted my buttocks a couple of inches off the bed, and gave me three much harder and faster shafts, until I came on the third stroke like a firework explosion inside my head. As I slumped back on the sheets, Miranda pulled out – my vagina was so sensitive, this was an erotic experience in itself. Geraldine flung off her robe, revealing that she was naked apart from the support that an underwired sky-blue bra was giving to her ample breasts, and she plunged her head between my spread thighs to lick up all of my juices, and then lapped deeper until, almost in convulsions, I came again. I lay looking up at the ceiling in a kind of daze, until Miranda chuckled and slapped me affectionately on the thigh, saying ‘get up lazybones – we’ve got all day ahead of us!’

I spent the rest of that Sunday at Geraldine’s mansion, just myself and the two of them. I don’t recall all of it – some is just a blur, but the highlights that remain include Miranda and myself taking a shower together in their spacious bathroom, as Geraldine watched with masturbatory excitement Miranda’s dark figure and my pale one mingling under the stream of water. Later in the day, we lay nude on recliners by the pool, drinking cocktails and chatting; then, to cool off (though it didn’t exactly have that effect), Geraldine got into the pool wearing only a strap-on, and I lowered my naked body into the cool water until the dildo shaft was fully inside my pussy. Whilst the older white woman slowly fucked me underwater, she held me so that I could eat out her younger black lover’s cunt, as Miranda sat on the edge of the pool with her legs wide apart and her feet in the water.

Eventually, as dusk drew in, this amazing day of new experiences came to an end. Geraldine ordered a taxi to take me back to my apartment, and before I left she reminded me that all of this was quite separate from our professional work, and could not be even hinted at there. So, when two days later we passed in the corridor, we simply gave each other the kind of nod and half-smile that passes between a company MD and a mid-level executive. But after I arrived home on Thursday evening, there was a phone call from Miranda inviting me to the mansion on a Sunday later in the month, ‘to meet a few close friends’. She emphasised the word ‘close’ in a sultry way, and I couldn’t resist the reply: ‘I’d love to be close to any friends of yours, honey’. Miranda gave a husky laugh, and told me it was a lingerie party – no need to trouble over a smart dress, but to wear and bring several sets of my favourite and sexiest underwear. I was hot and flushed when I put down the phone. Oh, wow! – not only was it clear that threesomes with them were going to be a regular part of my sex life from now on, but in the meantime I got to do my second most favourite thing – shop for lingerie. I shucked off my work clothes, had a quick shower, slipped on a silk wrap, and sat down at my computer. This called for something a bit special – everyone knew good old Victoria’s Secret and Agentprovocateur, but I wanted something a bit more unusual, and began perusing some of my favourite designers – Valisere, Diane Rubach (her Jasmine range looks great on a tall woman like me), Aubade, and so on. I began to browse and choose, fingering myself between the legs, partly over the pretty models in the pictures and partly imagining myself in each item, and Geraldine and Miranda removing it. Happy days …

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The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Order of Mary Magdalene

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“Come in,” I said to my fellow nun’s, inviting them into my hotel room.

Well, it wasn’t actually my hotel room. Last night when I flew into SeaTac from Miami, Providence led me to an insurance adjuster named Curtis at the airport’s baggage claim. We flirted while waiting for our luggage and he invited me up to his Hotel Room. When Providence gives you a place to stay, with a cute guy to boot, you don’t say no. Right now, Curtis was attending the convention in the hotel and I didn’t expect him back for a few more hours.

“Are you hungry?” I asked my Sisters, closing the door behind them, “Curtis is paying for it?” Last night, I was on top of Curtis, enjoying his big cock in my pussy as I rode him cowgirl style, when his wife called. The asshole spoke to his wife while I fucked him, the disgusting pig. Since he turned out to be a cheating asshole I didn’t feel bad at running up his hotel bill.

“Ohh, Curtis,” the black nun said in her exotic, African accent. “Is he handsome?”

“He has the most gorgeous, blue eyes, that just make you melt in your panties,” I answered, feeling like a teenage girl for the first time in decades, gossiping with my friends about boys. “But, please order something. The asshole is married.”

“Ah, so sad to see a marriage vow so easily broken,” tutted the Latina sister.

I realized I didn’t know their names. The only nun I knew was Sister Louise and she was captured by the Warlock Mark Glassner. “I am Theodora Mariam. And…and I’m so happy you’re here.” I could feel tears running hot down my cheeks. Pull yourself together, Theodora. You’re not actually eighteen.

The Latina nun hugged me gently, rocking me like a mother. “Shh, it will be alright, muñequita. I am Isabella Cecillia.”

“Agnes Chibuzo,” the African nun said and kissed my cheek. “God has sent us to aid you in your trials, Sister Theodora.”

I sniffed. “Thank you, Sisters.”

“Now, I have been traveling almost non-stop for last twenty-four hours,” Agnes said, wearily. “It has been a long trip from Sierra Leone. So tell me, why has God, through his servant Gabriel, sent us here.”

I told them everything I knew. How Sister Louise had tried to exorcise the Warlock Mark Glassner and been captured through the interference of Lilith of the Black Moon. How I was taught the ancient prayers and used Mark sister to attack him. But that failed. His lover, the other Warlock, freed him from the bond.

“It will be far messier, Ramiel told me, yesterday,” I finished. “Soldiers will be needed. Four and four and four.”

Isabella nodded. “It is like Napoleon all over again,” Isabella sighed. “There were three of us and we each bonded four soldiers under Napoleon’s command. We exorcised Napoleon at Waterloo. His wish to be Emperor destroyed, he lost the battle.” A look of old hurt crossed the tan face of Isabella. “Sister Eustace Mariam was killed in the struggle.”

“How old are you?” I asked in awe.

“I was born in the Year of our Lord, 1732,” Isabella answered.

I blinked, I knew we nuns could practically live forever, but most of us grew weary of the struggle after sixty or seventy years and passed their powers onto a successor. The only nun I had heard of that was over a hundred yeas old was the Mother Superior. “Have you ever faced a demon?” I asked Isabella, hopefully.

“No,” Isabella confessed. “That must be why there are three of us. This Warlock is using ancient magics.” Isabella sighed, wearily, rubbing her face. “I wish we had a monk or two with us.”

“A monk?” I frowned. “You mean a male nun, like us?”

“Well, not like us,” Isabella confessed. “When Creator in his infinite mercy gave his children the means to fight the Adversary, 144 were given the gift, half were men and half were women. The men’s gifts were different from ours. They were the soldiers. Given powers to fight demons and monsters and to protect us nuns in situations like this.”

“Why have I not heard of any monks?” I asked.

“The last monk died in 1942, exorcising Hitler,” Isabella sadly answered. “Five nuns and a monk and they all perished. But they broke Hitler’s powers and the Allies were able to eventually defeat the Third Reich.”

“The problem with the monks is their calling,” Agnes explained. “Too many died fighting and were unable to pass on their powers to a successor. We have dwindled as well. Maybe a dozen of us remain.”

“I fear the end is nearing,” Isabella said mournfully. “You are the last nun in North America. There are only two of us left in the Latin Americas.”

“We had four in Africa,” Agnes said, tears brimming on her eyes. “But two Warlocks appeared in the Congo, fighting for control over the jungle, and we lost two sisters exorcising them over the weekend. And I hear the Mother Superior herself had to deal with a Warlock in Paris.”

The Mother Superior was a legend. Supposedly, she was over a thousand years old and lived in the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château, France. Sister Louise told me whispered stories of the Mother Superior exorcisms from Vlad Tepesh to Rasputin and many other terrible men and women in between.

A sly smile appeared on Agnes’s face and she reached out and stroked my arm. “So, Theodora, tell us about this Curtis you’ve been indulging.”

A flush suffused my face. When we were given our Ecstasy, blanket indulgences were issued by the pope, forgiving any sin we may commit. Most nuns, at least this is what Sister Louise told me, used the opportunity to sin as much as possible before she once again must abstain.

“He has girth,” I said with a smile, remembering how good his cock felt stretching my pussy as he rode me last night. “I came twice with him last night, and once more this morning.”

“You naughty girl,” Agnes said with a twinkle. She glanced at Isabella. “Did you have time to indulge?”

Isabella gave a throaty laugh. “I live in a remote village in Guatemala. Many hours drive to the airport. This young buck, Miguel, drove me to the airport. I had my eye on him for several months, praying for a mission so I might indulge with him.” A smile appeared on her face. “On the drive to the airport, three times we stopped so he could ravish me.”

“What about you, Anges? Who did you fuck?” I asked.

Her grin turned naughty. “In Brussels I fucked this delightful young man in the airport restroom during my layover. And then in the flight into Seattle from Chicago, I flirted with this beautiful flight attendant named Sarai. She had silky, dusky skin and the most beautiful lips. A good Muslim girl she claimed, but when we arrived in Seattle, that good Muslim girl made me howl in pleasure in the women’s bathroom.”

We all giggled at that. But my joy did not last long, Ramiel’s words echoed in my mind. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. My grin faded and I sighed and asked, “Where do we find four soldiers?” I asked.

“Providence,” Agnes yawned, and lay back on the bed. The TV turned on. “Sorry, I sat on the remote.”

“…go live to Sheriff Erkart about to give a press conference on the growing Mark Glassner scandal admits the SWAT unit of the Pierce County Sheriffs Department,” the anchor on the television said.

I sat up and my fellow nuns stared at the TV. Providence, I thought with a smile.

The camera cut to a room with a podium festooned with microphones. The seal of Pierce County Sheriff department hung behind the podium and a tall, distinguished looking man with black hair graying at the temples, stepped up to the podium. Cameras flashed in the room as he settled himself at the podium.

“Good evening,” the Sheriff greeted, sadly. “It is with a heavy heart that I am here today. An entire squad of the my SWAT unit, eleven men and one woman, have disgraced themselves and betrayed the public’s trusted in my Sheriff Department. As you all know, on Thursday, June 13th at approximately 4:10 AM, the FBI, with support from this SWAT unit, raided Mark Glassner’s house. As recent photos have shown, my officers have behaved disgracefully and will be suspended with pay until the State Patrol has finished their investigation.”

“God has provided,” Agnes breathed.

“Amen,” Isabella finished.

A smile crept up on my face. Mark Glassner enthralled an entire unit of SWAT. Ramiel had explained the spell Mark used to bound his Thralls and made them immune to our powers. The spell had to be performed individually by the Warlock. It seemed Providence was telling us that there were twelve, very dangerous Thralls out there lying loose just waiting for my Sisters and I to collect them.

“Amen,” I whispered as hope soared within me.

A soft snore broke my reverie and I giggled. Sister Agnes was sleeping on her side. She said it took her nearly twenty-four hours of travel to reach Seattle from Africa. The poor thing must be so tired.

“Isn’t she so beautiful,” Isabella whispered, her hand resting on my thigh. Her hand was warm and soft and a delicious thrill went through my body ending at my moistening snatch. Isabella turned to look at me, a smile playing on her brown face. “You are beautiful, too, Theodora,” she whispered in a Spanish lilt and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Isabella’s lips were full and moist and looked so kissable as her face drew closer and closer to mine. Her lips were soft as well and I could taste cherry lip gloss as I sucked on her lower lip. Her hand was sliding up my thigh, underneath my skirt, sliding closer and closer to my moistening cunt. I placed my hand on her silky leg, squeezing her thigh and reaching for the source of heat between her legs.

Her panties felt like satin and I rubbed the crotch of her panties and could feel the heat of her cunt. I pushed the panties up into the groove of her slit, feeling her moisture slowly seep through the satin fabric and coating my fingers with her sticky arousal. I moaned into Isabella’s mouth as her fingers gently caressed my lacy panties and shivered as she grazed my hard clit through the panties.

Isabella broke the kiss, licking her lips, and reached her other hand beneath my skirt and started tugging off my panties. I lifted my ass, allowing her to slip the panties down my leg. They were yellow and lacy, the gusset damp with my desire. Isabella sniffed the crotch, inhaling my spicy aroma and then she shoved my panties into my mouth with a naughty smile on her face.

“We do not want to wake Sister Agnes with your sweet moans,” she whispered with a naughty smile.

She pushed me back, spread my thighs and I moaned, the sound muffled by my panties, as she licked her gentle tongue through my slit. I could taste my flavor on my panties and it added to the excitement. Next to me, Sister Agnes snored softly, her pretty, coal-black face inches from my own. Isabella’s tongue was tasting me everywhere, sucking my labia into her mouth, flicking at my clit. Her fingers gently spread my labia open and then her tongue wiggled into my hole.

Oh god that felt so amazing. I gripped the green comforter and threw back my head as Sister Isabella pleasured my cunt. Oh, fuck her tongue felt so wonderful. I wanted to tell her just how much pleasure she was making me feel, but the panties stuffed in my mouth reduced me to grunts and moans. I was getting so close to cumming, my hips starting to writhe as my pleasure mounted. Her tongue was fucking in and out of my hole, her nose rubbing gently against my clit, every brush bringing me closer and closer until I screamed into my panties as I flooded Isabella’s face.

Isabella gave my cunt a last lick and then she was moving down, kissing my taint, lifting up my ass and sliding a pillow beneath me. Her breath was warm on my ass, and her fingers gently spread my asscheeks and I gasped into my panties as her tongue touched my puckered anus. A naughty thrill tingled through me as she tongued my ass.

Her tongue circled my asshole, and then pressed against the tight ring. Her tongue pressed and pressed and then pushed past the sphincter, wiggling inside my ass. I was moaning again into the panties, feeling a second orgasm building. Her fingers reached up and pinched my hard clit, rolling my small nub between her fingers, sending jolts of electricity throughout my writhing body.

Fuck, Isabella sure knew how to pleasure a woman. She was bringing me closer and closer to a second cum, and it was brewing up to be bigger than the last one. Her tongue was sliding in and out of my asshole, swirling around my tight anus. The naughty slut was making my ass and my cunt felt so amazing. That amazing feeling of release was building and building, sweet Jesus I was getting so close and then the delicious shudder, the muscles clenching in my ass and pussy, the electricity shooting through my body.

I was panting and Isabella was crawling up my body. She pulled my panties from my lips and then kissed me gently on the lips and I could taste the sour flavor of my ass. Then Isabella curled up against me, placed her head on my breast and fell asleep.

Three nuns, I thought as I cradled Isabella’s head to my chest. Mark wouldn’t stand a chance.

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As I jogged down Shaw Road, Thursday morning, my mind kept drifting to the phone call from Willow yesterday and the explosive news she delivered. Karen was pregnant. By the demon Lilith, no less. Her baby was growing fast, almost a weeks growth in a day, according to Willow. The stress of the growing child had left Karen in such a weakened state, she was barely conscious half the time.

“We thought it best to abort the embryo,” Willow had explained, “and then Lilith appeared. She warned us that Karen’s life was tied to the child growing inside her. If the child died, so would Karen.”

It was fucking frustrating. There was nothing we could do. Since I made my Pact, I had never felt so helpless. Not even when Karen was atop me, trying to exorcise my powers. I was still able to struggle to summon Lilith. But there was absolutely nothing either Mary or I could do but wait for Karen to give birth and worry about what sort of problem the thing growing inside her would cause.

Last night, we sat for an hour with Karen and the one time she woke up she smiled at us before falling back unconscious. We instructed the hospital staff not to report her unusual pregnancy and would keep one of the sluts with her at all time. Anger was burning in my stomach as I watched my Karen lay so listless, all those machines attached to her body. Anger at Lilith and anger at myself for being so stupid.

That night, when Lilith offered to trade the secrets of magic for the simple price of fucking Karen, I didn’t even hesitate. What harm could there be in letting the demon fuck her? Lilith formed a cock from her clit and told me how she was just so horny. She hadn’t had a woman on her cock in centuries. I could understand that desperate need to get off in some girls snatch. All guys understood that. I didn’t even occur to me that Lilith might have some ulterior plan in mind when she fucked Karen.

But she was a demon and Mary and I had learned an important lesson. A demon never does anything unless it benefits them in someway. They’ll find a way to turn it to their advantage. Then why did the Devil give me the ability to summon Lilith in the first place. It wasn’t out of kindness or sense of fair play. From what Karen told me, Warlock hadn’t summoned demons or used magics in a thousand of years. The Devil wants something from me. He needs something that only I can do, something that only a Warlock give him. And the real question is, will it benefit me or bite me in the ass in the end like Lilith’s simple deal has become.

I was betting on it biting me in the ass.

When Mary and I were returning from the club we saw several moving trucks arriving. Our families were following our orders and moving in. We sent the sluts to go help out and my mom guilt tripped me into carrying boxes into her new house. Mary thought it would be funny to watch and make unhelpful comments until my mom thrust a box into her arms and Mary, with a frown, was guilted into helping out as easily as I was.

By noon, our families were moved in and we were all gathered back at the house to eat the delicious egg salad sandwiches Desiree made for lunch. The sandwiches were so good, I decided to forgive Desiree for getting out of carrying boxes with the rest of us.

“Sandy, Mark and I need you to come with us, this afternoon,” Mary told my mom as she wolfed down her sandwich. “We need to bond a few pilots.”

At three we had an appointment with the head of HR at Alaska Airlines to screen for our pilots. We bought a Gulfstream IV from this billionaire yesterday and Mary and I agreed having our pilots bound by the Zimmah spell is the safest course. That way we didn’t have to worry about a nun getting to our pilot and causing her to crash our plane with us in it.

“Oh, sure,” my mom answered. “I guess unpacking can wait.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” Betty said, patting my mom’s wrist fondly.

Betty was Mom’s…eh…girlfriend, I guess. I was having trouble wrapping my brain around my mom and Betty. For my entire life mom was a straitlaced Christian and it was surprising finding out she had been cheating on my dad with Betty Cooley for the last few years. And now that my dad was dead, and mom and Betty, with a little nudge from Mary, had moved in together.

“We should have a bar-ba-que,” Sean, my future father-in-law, suggested. “A nice, family get together once everyone gets settle in.” He had Felicity, the sex slave Mary gave him, dandled on his knee. Felicity was dressed in the sluttiest, naughty schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. Sean was a high school teacher and it looked like he was working through all those years of not molesting his students with Felicity.

“Ohh, that sounds fun,” Missy chimed in. Missy was Mary’s little sister, still in High School, who looked almost the spitting image of Mary. The main difference, other than age, was Missy’s light, strawberry-blonde hair versus Mary’s darker, auburn hair.

“Monday?” I asked Mary, thinking what we might have plans for that day.

“You did schedule those tryouts for Monday, right?” Mary asked me. After I we got home from the hospital last night, I spent two hours calling police agencies in King and Thurston County to arrange for a new pool of women to draw more bodyguards from. With our families to protect and a nun lurking about, I wanted more protection.

“Yeah, we can have the bar-ba-que at Sparks Stadium and everyone can help us evaluate some new bodyguards,” I said nodding.

“Sure, sounds fun,” George said. George was Shannon’s boyfriend.

Shannon laughed, tossing about her fiery red hair and tickled her boyfriend. “Someone just once to fuck some pretty girls.”

“Well, there is one matter that we need to attend to,” Mary said. “Mark and I have powerful enemies and they would use our loved ones against us.”

Antsy, my little sister snorted. “Tell me about it,” she muttered. The nuns had attacked us through Antsy, trying to break up Mary and myself.

“Yes, that’s why we need to protect you with the Bond of Zimmah,” Mary finished.

The family trooped upstairs and crowded into our bedroom. There was my mom, her girlfriend Betty, and their sex slave, Joy. And Antsy and her sex slave, Via. Then Mary’s family dwarfed mine. Her dad and his sex slave. Her older sister Shannon and her boyfriend, and their sex slave, Starla. And little Missy, her boyfriend Damien, and their two sex slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Mrs. Corra was Damien’s teacher before I made her Damien’s sex slave, and yet he still called her Mrs. Corra while he bossed her around.

Mary and Mom stripped naked and lay side-by-side on the bed, both beautiful. Mary was the beauty of youth, perky breasts and a fresh face. Mom was a hot MILF at forty-three. She possessed the ripened beauty of maturity, her body still tight as an eighteen year old’s from her daily exercise, her breasts still lovely and her face was sexy and confident.

I crawled onto my mom, her arms outstretched. “My boy’s all grown up,” she smiled, pulling me down into her embrace, her hands gripping my cock and guiding it to her cunt.

Next to us, Sean was crawling over his daughter’s body. “You are so beautiful, Mary,” he whispered.

“Oh, daddy!” Mary smiled, pulling him down and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Hmm, stick that hard cock inside your sweet daughter’s cunt!”

I was inside my mom’s cunt, fucking my cock in and out of her as her lips captured mine in a kiss. I roamed up her body with my hands, finding her breasts and giving them a squeeze. Her nipples were hard as I rubbed my hand over them. My mom’s hips rose up to meet my thrusts, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. She felt so amazing. This was the cunt that I came from, I thought. And that wicked thought made the sex more thrilling.

“You like my cunt, daddy?” Mary cooed. She sounded like a little girl with her father, asking him if liked her dress.

“Yeah, Mary,” he groaned as he plowed into her cunt. “You feel so tight.”

“Does it feel familiar?” Mary asked with a wicked grin. “Does it feel like the cunt that rode your cock when you were blindfolded on Monday?”

Sean groaned. “That was you? Oh, man that was amazing.”

“As amazing as this?” Mary asked. Her dad moaned loudly. I wasn’t sure what Mary did but her dad seemed to find it amazing.

The entire situation was too exciting for me to last long. Our families were watching us fuck our parents. My thrust were becoming frantic. “Oh God, Mom. You feel so good. I’m…ohhh fuck…I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to me, Mark!” my mom moaned like a wanton hooker.

I pounded her cunt harder, my balls tightening and then I was groaning and my cum was flooding into my mom’s cunt. Her pussy contracted about my cock and she gasped as her orgasm swept over her. I collapsed atop her, enjoying the feel of her cunt as my cock soften, the warmth of her body as it pressed beneath me. I captured her lips in a kiss, then turned to watch Mary getting fucked by her father.

Mary looked over at me, a smile on her face. Her dad was grunting atop her, fucking her faster and faster. He raised up on his arms, slamming into my fiancee’s cunt and then his body tensed and he moaned as he flooded his sweet daughter’s pussy. Mary trembled beneath him, her breasts heaving as he came in her sweet pussy.

I rolled off my mom and Sean rolled off his daughter. Both women laid there, cum oozing out of their freshly fucked pussies. Mary and I agreed to bond the each other’s families. We didn’t want to make slaves of our families, just to protect them, so we told our families they could ignore our orders. It let our loved ones have their free will.

Shannon was first, crawling between my mother’s legs and taking a swipe of my mom’s pussy juices and my cum. I muttered, “Zimmah,” and felt the energy bind Shannon to me.

Antsy crawled beneath Mary’s legs and licked through my fiancee’s cunt, gathering a thick globe of incestuous cum and pussy juices. “Zimmah,” Mary intoned and I watched the shudder pass between the two women.

One by one, our family members were bonded. Betty and my mom by Mary, and Mary’s family by me. Poor Sean, he didn’t relish having to taste my cum, no matter how beautiful the cunt that contained it. And Damien just closed his eyes, took the smallest lick he could, then flew away, spitting. Then Missy followed, and then Dawn, Mrs. Corra, and Starla. Until, only George remained, and everyone turned to him.

“Shannon,” George said. “Before I really become part of this family I want to ask you a question.”

“Okay?” Shannon said, a stunned, hopeful, disbelieving smile playing on her lips, her mouth falling open and her eyes watering with emotion. I remembered that same look on Mary’s face when I proposed to her.

George fell to his knees, grasped her hand and kissed her palm. “Shannon, these last two years have been the happiest of my life. I love you, Shannon. You are my world. The kindest, sweetest soul I ever met. Will…” George’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Shannon whispered, tears running out of her eyes. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

George pulled out a rose gold ring set with a large diamond. Smaller diamonds were sat in the band. Shannon’s hand trembled as George slid the ring on her finger. When he stood up she threw her arms around him and the pair kissed. The women in the room were all misty eyed. When George broke the kiss, he crawled between my mom’s legs and didn’t hesitate as he took his lick.

As Mary and I dressed for our appointment, we watched as an impromptu family orgy began. It all started when Missy pressed herself up against her dad, saying, “Is it my turn to get fucked?” with a huge, impish grin on her face.

“But…” Sean spluttered. Sean was under my orders to be available to fuck Mary for the Zimmah spell and was resistant to fucking his youngest daughter. But Missy was a hundred pounds of teenage enthusiasm and, with her sex slave Dawn’s help, pushed Sean back onto the bed. She straddled her dad, guiding his hard cock to her tight, teenage cunt, and started riding him, using all the technique I taught her on pleasing a man.

George and Shannon slipped out onto our private balcony and the newly engaged couple were passionately fucking on our love seat. Betty and Antsy were on the bed making out next to Sean and Missy while my mom watch fondly. Damien had his Mrs. Corra’s big tits about his cock as he watched his girlfriend, Missy, ride her dad. Via, Joy, and Starla slipped into a daisy chain on the floor, each slut devouring the other’s cunts.

I sighed as we left. “There will be other orgies,” Mary consoled, pressing up against me.

“I haven’t fucked any of their sex slaves,” I moaned. “Well, I fucked Felicity, but not the other five.”

“Plenty of time for that, Mark,” Mary chided, prodding me down the stairs. “But we have the meeting with the architects and your pilot interview. I’m sure you’ll find some pretty new lady for you to fuck.”

I grinned, Mary always found the bright side of a situation. “Well, that’s the plan.”

Before we went up to SeaTac to Alaska Airlines headquarters, we had a meeting with an architect to design our mansion. Mary had been speaking to them on the phone for the last week, hammering out the specifications, and the architects had their first conceptions ready. They did some great work, designing a large, central mansion and five, smaller guest houses for our families to live in at the back of the property. There was also a stable, Mary wanted to have horses, and a pool, and extensive landscaping. Mary gave a few brief corrections and the architects would start drawing up the plans. Hopefully, in a month, we could start breaking ground on construction.

The Alaska Airlines offices were located on International Boulevard south of the SeaTac airport. I parked the Mustang and had 01 and 09, our bodyguard’s for the trip, wait in 01’s white State Patrol car. I took Mary’s arm and my mom followed us in. The inside was well furnished, the Eskimo face logo of Alaska Airlines embossed on the lobby floor and a few potted plants dotted the corners.

“How can I help you, sir?” the receptionist, a stout, middle-aged woman named Angela, asked.

“Yes, we’re here to see Mr. Ledford,” I said. “I’m Mark Glassner.”

The receptionist called upstairs and sent us on own. “Floor four, go left from the elevator. You can’t miss his office.”

“Remember the last elevator we rode?” Mary asked with a sly smile as I pushed he fourth floor button.

“No elevator slut this time,” I laughed. That’s how we met Violet, one of our sluts. I took her virginity in the hotel elevator of the Four Seasons, I believe, up in Seattle.

My mom looked at me, a frown across her beautiful face. “What?”

“It’s nothing, Sandy,” Mary assured her. “Just an inside joke.”

“Oh, sure,” Sandy said with a nod.

The elevator dinged and we got out on the fourth floor. Monroe Ledford’s office was down a hallway, through an open area full of cubicles, against the west wall of the building. He had a mousy looking woman for a secretary with the unusual name of Richmal. “He’s expecting you, Mr. Glassner.”

“Richmal, just ignore any strange sounds you hear, okay,” Mary said with a friendly smile.

“Oh, sure, miss,” Richmal squeaked.

Monroe had a spacious office, a large mahogany desk, and a wall covered in filing cabinets. Seven women dressed in blue pilot’s jackets and slacks were huddled in the corner talking to each other and gave us curious stares when we entered. Monroe scurried out from behind his desk, a heavyset man in an expensive looking suit. His face was round, fat hanging from beneath his chins, and large, black glasses dominated his face.

“Good to meet you in person, Mr. Glassner,” Monroe greeted. “I gathered the candidates just like you asked, sir.”

“Thank you, you can wait at your secretary’s desk and don’t come in here until we leave,” I told him, shaking his moist hand.

“Ah, of course, sir,” Monroe laughed. “Well, they are all excellent pilots and you will not be disappointed with whomever you choose.”

“All right, ladies, line up,” Mary said, brusquely.

My mom, looking a little out of sorts, set down at the table. “You okay, mom,” I asked as Mary got the pilots lined up.

“It’s just…overwhelming how the two of you just take command of situation,” Mom admitted. “And you’re going to, what…screw these women?”

I shrugged. “Not all of them,” I admitted. Several of the women were just not pretty enough. Sure they were handsome women, but Mary and I had our standards. “They’ll enjoy themselves, Mom. So just relax, okay?”

She sighed. “Okay, Mark.” She squirmed in her seat. “Geezs, I’m turning into such a hussy,” she muttered, eying the women.

“Maybe, mom,” I told her, rubbing her shoulder. “But it’s a lot of fun, isn’t it?” I asked with a grin.

My mom laughed and kissed the back of my hand. “Your fiancee’s going to start without you,” Mom pointed out.

I looked up to the two handsome women walking out the door. “All right, disrobe,” Mary ordered the remaining five. “And be prepared to get fucked. You all want to please us and be chosen to be as one of our pilots.” I stepped up next to her and she whispered, “Is everything alright with your mom?”

“Yeah, Mom is just not used to all this,” I answered.

The pilots were disrobing. All of them wore the most boring underwear, I was disappointed to learn. We sent two more packing; one had an ugly Caesarean scar and the other’s ass was covered in cellulite and looked as wrinkled as a prune. The remaining three were gorgeous women in their late twenties and early thirties.

Joslyn was a black-haired woman, willowy, with dark, Mediterranean complexion and brilliant green eyes. She had a nice set of round breasts topped with dusky nipples. Her belly buttoned was pierced with a small, golden charm set with a ruby and her pussy was shaved, revealing fat, dark pussy lips.

Duana was another black-haired woman, tall with Nordic cheekbones. Her breasts were small and perky and she had a thick, black bush between her legs. Her legs were toned and tanned from sunbathing, there were patches of pale flesh around her breasts and her crotch from her bikini.

Lynda was a strawberry-blonde with deep, blue eyes. She was short and curvy, with large, pillowy breasts with some of the biggest, fattest nipples I had ever seen, each pierced with a thick, gold ring. Her pussy was shaved, save for a triangular patch of reddish hair above her clit.

I walked over and hefted Lynda’s large breast, feeling the weight and gave her nipple piercing a tug bring a soft gasp to Lynda’s mouth. Mary was running her fingers through Duana’s thick bush, the tall woman shuddering as Mary must have found her clit or maybe her wet hole. Joslyn was looking a little lonely and so was my mom, so I pulled her to me and whispered in her ear.

Joslyn swayed back to my mom. Mom swallowed, licking her lips as the dusky beauty reached her and sat on her lap. “I…I have a girlfriend,” my mom protested, as Joslyn kissed at her throat.

“It’s just sex, Mom,” I said, pushing Lynda down to her knees. “I have a girlfriend, too.”

Mary giggled as Duana was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing Mary’s freckled breasts. The tall pilot sucked Mary’s nipple into her lips. “Betty knows you love her, that’s all that matters, Sandy. Everything else is just fun.”

My zipper rasped down and eager hands reached into my pants, pushing down my boxers, to find my hardening cock. Mom relaxed and was kissing Joslyn, her hands sliding up to cup the dusky woman’s breast and rolling her dark nipples between her fingers while Joslyn purred in pleasure. Lynda’s mouth engulfed my cock, sucking my dick until I was fully hard in her mouth. I looked down at her pillowy tits and just had to feel those about my cock.

I pulled my cock from her mouth, grabbed the fat ring pierced through her left nipple and pulled Lynda to her feet and led her over to a chair and set down. “You ever given a guy a titty fuck?” I asked her.

She smiled wickedly. “A few.”

Lynda knelt down and placed her pillowy tits around my cock, squeezing them about my shaft and started to slide them up and down. Her gold rings piercing her nipples swung up and down, glinting in a shaft of sunlight that fell across her tits. Her blue eyes stared up at me, eager to please, and her strawberry-blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders, a splash of color against her pale skin.

Mary sat in the sit next to me, spreading her legs and cooing in pleasure as Duana dove into her cunt, licking stiffly at her pussy. “C’mon, slut, you can do better,” Mary complained. “Your a woman, just lick and touch me wherever you’d like to be touched down there.”

“Okay,” Duana murmured and spread Mary’s lips open and licked her tongue through Mary’s slit, sliding her tongue into Mary’s wet pussy. She swirled her tongue around the sucked Mary’s labia into her mouth, rolling the wrinkled lips between her lips as Mary moaned in appreciation.

“Getting better,” Mary encourage, then sighed in pleasure. “Definitely getting better.”

I glanced back to see my mom was sitting on the desk, her jeans pulled off, her firm ass flexing as she squirmed in pleasure. I guessed Joslyn must be going down on her. My mom pulled her loose, striped shirt over her head exposing her smooth back and white bra. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra. As the white material fell away, I could just see the slope of her right breast and the hint of her pink nipple.

“Ohh, that feels nice,” Mom moaned on Joslyn’s tongue. Her arms moved and I realized mom was playing with her breasts.

“How’s your titty fuck?” Mary asked with a smile.

“Nice,” I told her. Lynda’s tits felt amazing on my cock as she formed a tight tunnel between her soft tits. I started fucking my hips up, rubbing my cock faster through the valley of her breasts. Mary’s eyes were fixed on my cock, the head would appear up from between her tits then disappear back down. Pre-cum glistening on the tip, smearing on Lynda’s melons.

“Is Duana giving you good head?” I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes. “She’s getting better! She…ohhh, yeah. She’s definitely getting better,” Mary purred.

“Oh, man!” gasped Mom. “Oh, Mark, her tongue feels so amazing. I can’t wait to try some of what she’s doing to my pussy on Betty when I get home! Oh, wow! Mmmhh, oh crap! Yes, yes, oh yes!”

Lynda started licking my cock head when it got close to her lips, her tongue roughly sliding across the tip sending a shudder of pleasure through my body. Another lick, another shudder, and then my cock was back in the pillowy softness of her breasts and then was back out and another delicious lick, another delicious shudder. “Fuck that’s amazing!” I gasped. “Keep licking, slut!”

Lynda giggled. “Glad you…” lick, “…like it!”

Mary was panting next to me, grinding her cunt into Duana’s face. “Oh yes, fucking suck my clit, whore! Oh, fuck! Oh fucking shit! Here it comes, slut! Drink my cum!”

My mom sat in the chair on the other side of me, naked and flushed. Her eyes focused on my cock appearing and disappearing between Lynda’s breasts. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. My balls were so close to flooding Lynda’s breasts with my creamy spunk. Just a few more licks and…I groaned, my face clenched as I spilled onto her tits.

“Fuck, that was nice!” I moaned.

Lynda was panting, to, white cum coating her face and tits. She released her breasts and my cock slid out of her tight embrace. Mary knelt down and licked a line of my cum up Lynda’s tit. Then she looked at my mom, hefted Lynda’s other, cum covered tit invitingly. My mom licked her lips and then knelt down and licked my cum up Lynda’s breast, up to her neck and then she was kissing Lynda on the lips.

My cock was achingly hard watching my mom and my fiancee lick my cum off this woman. They were pressing her down onto her back, their tongues devouring my cum. Mary licked her way up to Lynda’s face as Mom licked back down to her breasts, sucking a fat nipple and gold ring into her mouth as Mary kissed Lynda on the lips. Then Mary was straddling her face as Mom licked lower and lower, down to Lynda’s shaved cunt.

“Duana, lick my mom’s cunt,” I ordered and then I grabbed willowy Joslyn and bent her over the desk.

Joslyn’s cunt was shaved bare, her labia large and engorged and felt amazing as I rubbed the head of my cock on them before I found her hot, wet hole and slid inside her, groaning as her velvet cunt swallowed my cock.

“Ohh, that feels great,” Joslyn moaned. “Umm, you got a nice feeling cock, stud.”

“You got a nice feeling cunt,” I moaned, pulling back and thrusting in again and again. “Fucking wet and tight, just the way I like my pussy!”

“Then give me a good fucking, lover!” Joslyn purred. “I could use a nice cum! Haven’t had one yet, today!”

“You have to cum everyday, slut?” I asked.

“If not, then the day was wasted.” I liked her philosophy. If I haven’t came a dozen times in a day, it was definitely wasted. “I need a nice, fat cock to stretch my poor little pussy until I explode!” she panted.

I started thrusting faster and faster, enjoying her wet depths. I glanced behind me, Mary was riding Lynda’s face and my mom was devouring Lynda’s cunt. Duana knelt behind my mom and started fingering her cunt. Duana bent her head down, planting her face between my mom’s ass cheeks and began to rim Mom’s ass. What a naughty slut.

“I’m going to pee in your mouth, and you’re going to love it, right slut?” Mary asked.

“Oh yes,” moaned Lynda. “I’ve masturbated so many times to water sports vids! Fill my mouth with your delicious pee.”

Mary sighed as her urine splashed into Lynda’s mouth, the pilot drinking her piss eagerly. I slammed into Joslyn’s cunt faster and faster as I watched my fiancee piss into another woman’s mouth. When Mary finished pissing, she moaned as Lynda licked her pussy clean, her tongue digging through Mary’s slit. Lynda was moaning beneath Mary, her body writhing and fresh cunt juices flooded my mom’s mouth as she came.

My mom drank all of Lynda’s juices and then shuddered on Duana’s tongue. “Yes, oh yes, I’m cumming! Umm, that feels so amazing!” Mom turned around, stroking Duana’s face. “Oh, thank you for that amazing orgasm.”

I came in Joslyn’s cunt as I watched my mom french kiss Duana, her face sticky with Lynda’s juices. Mary’s ass jiggled beneath her bunched up skirt as she ground her pussy on Lynda’s face, her unbuttoned blouse slid off her right shoulder, exposing her pale, freckled shoulder. Her auburn hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed about as she tossed her head about, her moans of pleasure growing louder and louder.

My mom’s ass was pointing at me, as tight as any teenagers, her hairy bush matted with desire, her pussy pink and swollen with pleasure. I knelt behind her, running my hands about her firm cheeks. Mom broke her kiss with Duana and glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes falling onto my hard cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” I murmured.

“Prettier than your fiancee?” my mom asked with a grin.

“A close second, Mom.” My cock was poking at her tight ass, sliding down, leaving a streak of pre-cum across her firm cheeks and down through her silky hair. I found her hot, wet hole, rubbing my cock’s head on her swollen labia, enjoying the feel of her silky nether lips.

“Umm, good answer, son,” Mom groaned as my cock entered her slowly.

“He’s the best!” moaned Mary. “Umm, this slut sure knows her way around a snatch! You keep doing that and…ohhh that’s nice! Fuck, fuck, yes! That’s it! Oh, God, I’m cumming! You nasty, fucking slut! Ohh, that was nice.”

“Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy,” moaned Lynda as Mary crawled off of her.

Mary pressed her body against my back, hugging me from behind as I fucked my mother. Her breasts were soft pillows topped with her hard nipples, her silky bush tickled my ass. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her lips were wet on my neck.

“Who are you thinking of keeping for our pilots?” she whispered into my ear.

“Lynda for sure,” I moaned. “Those fucking nipple rings.”

Mary laughed. “I love a slut that drinks my piss.”

“Joslyn is the prettiest,” my mom moaned, thrusting her hips back into my cock. With Mary pressed behind me, I couldn’t fuck Mom as hard I liked, but goddamn my mom knew how to work her hips to get a man off.

Joslyn was beautiful, with her dusky, Mediterranean skin her brilliant green eyes. “She was a great fuck,” I pointed out.

Mary nipped at my ear. “Joslyn and Lynda then.”

“Yeah,” I panted. “Mmh, Mom, you know how to fuck!”

Mom laughed, a rich throaty laugh, slamming her ass back into me. “You’re not to bad yourself. Umm, my baby boy grew up to have a nice cock!”

“Cum in your slutty mom’s pussy,” Mary whispered into my ear. “Fill her up with delicious spunk.”

“Give me your cum, Mark!” Mom moaned. “Fill your mommy’s womb with your sperm. It’s so wonderful to have you back inside me! Oh, crap! Crap!”

My balls were tightening, my orgasm was building. I felt Mom’s cunt spasm on my cock as she came, slamming her ass back into me and I groaned, “Fuck, that feels so amazing, Mom! Oh, fuck! Here it fucking cums!” My balls unloaded, flooding the very pussy that made me with a flood of cum. Mom slumped forward, rolling onto her back, her legs spread obscenely open, my cum oozing out and matting her brown fur.

“Joslyn and Lynda, you’re going to be our pilots,” I ordered. “You’ll live at the hanger, stay within fifteen minutes of the plane at all times. You will love Mary and myself as your masters, and love each other. Duana, never speak of this to anyone, you can get dressed and go.”

Joslyn moved over to Lynda and stroked her face. “I never noticed how beautiful you are,” she whispered and kissed Lynda with passion.

“Ladies,” I barked, interrupting their kiss, “get over her and take a lick from my mom’s cunt.” Lynda was first, bending down and taking a single lick as I uttered, “Zimmah,” and felt the energy run from my mom into Lynda and myself, binding Lynda’s to me permanently. Lynda stared at me in awe as Joslyn took her place and took her lick and was bound to me.

“You two, go home gather your stuff and head to Thun Field, hanger 18,” I told her and pulled a pair of keys out of my pocket, tossing it to them. “The Gulfstream has already arrived. From now on, you’ll live in the plane. There’s a comfy bed for the two of you too enjoy, internet, satellite TV. Just remember, always be within fifteen minutes of the plane.”

“Yes, Master,” Lynda nodded and then gave Joslyn a wicked smile. “A bed to share, huh? I’m sure we can find some stimulating way to pass the time.”

My phone rang and I fished it out of my pocket, glancing at the caller ID. “You found Brandon?” I asked.

“I found out where he went,” Doug Allard answered. Doug was a P.I. hired by Brandon Fitzsimmons to spy on us, causing all sorts of problems when Brandon sent the media the results of his spying. We caught Doug and turned him to our side and sent him after Brandon. “He flew from San Francisco to London and from there he caught a plane to Toulouse, France. He landed in Frances about two hours ago.”

“What’s in France?” I asked aloud, frowning.

“The book,” Mary grasped. “One of the books is in France.”

My stomach sank. Who knew what sort of problems Brandon having the book would cause. “Doug, Brandon’s headed for Rennes-le-Château, the Motherhouse of an order of nuns. The Order of Mary Magdalena. You must stop him from getting a book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Do whatever it takes to stop him.”

“Okay, Mr. Glassner.”

I wanted to go after Brandon myself. But he was going into the heart of the lion’s den, the Motherhouse of the Nuns. Who knew how many of those bitches would be there. It was far too dangerous for either Mary or myself to go anywhere near Rennes-le-Château.

“Mary, where was that third book at?”

“Um, with some noble. An Altgrave, I think he was called.” She grabbed her phone. “In Cologne, Germany.”

“I need to speak with him, make sure he understands not to let Brandon so much as see that book.”

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“Hey, Kaeden,” Illness, the barkeep at the Lucky Cowgirl greeted me as I sidled up to the bar.

Illness wasn’t the name he was born with, just the name everyone called him. “Because I’m so Ill, man, you know, cool,” he would say in his gravely, burnt-out voice, sounding like an aging rocker who partied to hard in his twenties and lived to regret it.

“A pint of Sam Adams,” I said, sighing as I sat down on the barstool.

“You one of the…” He left the end of his question hanging. The empty look in my eyes answered his question. “Rough, man. Real rough.” He finished filling the pint and set it down in front of me. “So, did it really happen?”

I shrugged. My PBA rep told me not to talk about it. Fuck, I’m not even sure what really happened. One minute, I was storming this Mark Glassner house on loan to the FBI, and the next thing I knew Mark Glassner was leading me and rest of my SWAT unit out of the house. And then this fine-ass girl, naked, with bubble-gum pink hair and this voluptuous Latina were leading me upstairs and fucked my brain out.

And now I was probably out of a job. And maybe facing prison time. Accepting sexual favors as a bribe, Internal Affairs called it. So here I was, back at the Lucky Cowgirl, to drown my sorrows. I hadn’t been in for two weeks and I was hoping to get lucky like the last time I was here, to maybe take my mind off my problems with some female companionship. Hell, maybe that gal would be back.

Nearly two weeks ago, on a Friday, this vivacious blonde name Erin had waltzed in, flirting outrageously with me and a few of my drinking buddies. We were drawn to her, she was just so fucking sexy in her tight jeans and revealing top. And she just ate our attention, touching us, laughing at our bad jokes. I grew more and more bold and soon it was just me and her at the bar and she let my hands roam everywhere. When I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her brains out. She laughed and suggested the bathroom. I gave her a good fucking all while this creep listened to us from the next stall.

And then she asked me to go get some drinks and I waited at the bar while she cleaned herself up. And waited, figuring she had to reapply her make-up. You know women. When she did emerge, she was with this other guy, her arm wrapped around him, clinging tightly to him. They clearly knew each other, her boyfriend maybe and I just stood at the bar like an idiot realizing that the guy must have been the creep in the next stall. They were like playing at cheating or something. It was straight out of letters to Penthouse.

After the day I had, I wouldn’t mind banging Erin again. Her guy could watch for all I cared. I just needed something nice to happen to me, today. I just needed something pleasant to help me forget what a shithole my life just became. All the hard work, all the sacrifices to become a SWAT officer. It cost me my marriage to Sally and a few girlfriends since. All of it flushed down the shitter and I couldn’t even begin to understand why any of us did it.

“Why so down, handsome?” a tall, African American woman asked, sitting on the barstool next to me. Her accent was strange, like she was an actual African, from Nigeria or something. She was beautiful, young, with coal-black skin and short, curly hair. Her lips were big and smiling beautifully.

I snorted. “I’m in a lot of trouble.”

“Oh, how sad,” she consoled, placing her hand on my arm, stroking me gently. “Maybe I could make it all better.”

“Oh, how?” I asked, eying her up and down. She was fucking gorgeous.

She smiled promisingly. “What are you drinking?”

“Sam Adams.”

“Buy me one, and we’ll see if I can’t make you forget all about your problems,” she promised, her fingers running up my arm to my biceps. “Mmhh, you work out. I love a man with big muscles.”

“I’m a SWAT officer,” I told her. Some women got off on banging cops, badge bunnies we called them. And the way this woman’s eyes lit up, she was definitely a badge bunny.

“How exciting,” she purred. Illness set a pint before her and she took a deep gulp. “It must be very stressful, all that danger.”

“Oh, very stressful,” I said with a shrug. “But, I live for the danger.” I used that BS on so many ladies, they lapped it up.

Her laugh was throaty and exciting. “And how do you relieve all that stress. I bet it just gets bottled up inside you, begging to be released.”

“Oh, I could think of a few ways to relive the pressure,” I smiled.

“Your hand, non?” she asked archly.

I laughed, it felt good to laugh. “Sure, but there are definitely more pleasant ways to relieve the pressure.” I took a drink of my beer. “Of course, they require someone’s assistance.”

She sipped her beer, her pink tongue licking foam off her upper lip. “I have been told I am very skilled at relieving stress.”

My cock was rock hard in my pants. God, I loved this bar. I had never met a girl as easy as Erin, but this African chick was giving that slut Erin a run for her money. Well, it worked last time, so I leaned over and whispered, “I want to fuck your brains out. Right now.”

She stood up, her smile eager, and took my hand. She was aggressive as she pulled me across the bar to the men’s room and pulled me inside. She took me to the last stall. Memories of Erin bent over the toilet as I fucked her from behind flashed in my mind. Would this mysterious Black woman’s cunt feel as good as Erin’s had.

Christ I didn’t even know her name.

But that didn’t matter as she kissed me as soon as we were in the stall, my hands reaching down and knead her ass through her short skirt. I lifted the skirt up and she wasn’t wearing any panties, the naughty little slut. Her tongue was fierce as she frenched me, aggressively exploring my mouth as her hands fumbled at my belt. She pulled my cock out, stroked it a few times then broke the kiss. I was panting hard as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her lithe, coal-black body. She took her fingers, slid them between her black breasts, down to her black bush and shoved them up inside her, coating them with her juices.

“See how wet I am for you,” she moaned. “Fuck me!”

I didn’t need to be told twice and I pinned her against the side of the stall, her legs wrapping about my waist as I plunged into her Black pussy. She moaned as I fucked her hard, pounding away at her cunt. I needed this. I needed to forget my problems. All that mattered right now was how amazing her cunt felt on my cock as I fucked her tight, wet depths.

“Fuck your tight, slut,” I moaned. Any girl as easy as her, badge bunny or not, was a slut. “Love how you feel on me.”

“Umm, your cock is stirring me up,” she moaned. “Umm, spear me, stud! Ohh, I love having a nice shaft spearing inside me!”

Her hips were fucking me back, matching the furious rhythm. I needed to cum so bad. I didn’t care if she came, I just needed to feel that sweet release as I spilled inside her. She was so tight, my cock felt like it was in a vice, trying to squeeze out my cum. I was getting closer and closer to cumming inside her.

“Yes, yes, oh God I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. Her legs were wrapped so tightly about me I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to. I slammed once more into her and felt that shuddering release as my cum spilled into her.

Her finger was on my forehead, drawing with her sticky finger as she whispered, “Shama,” into my ear and everything went still. I stared blankly at the woman and she smiled in satisfaction. All that mattered to me was doing exactly what this woman told me too.

“Good,” she muttered, pushing me back, my cock pulling out of her. “I am Sister Agnes.” I nodded my head as she gave me my instructions.

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The Drunken Pugilist may be the emptiest bar I had ever seen at happy hour. One old man sipped a pint at the bar while a board barkeep was watching the Mariners play the Angels. A fond smile crossed my face as I remembered Sean, my ex-husband, getting so excited during their ’95 season and how crushed he had been when the Mariners lost to the Indians and ended the Mariners World Series hopes. Mary was only one, then, and Missy wasn’t even a thought, yet.

Focus, Theodora, I told myself. Kurt stole your family from you, no use dwelling on that, now. You need to stop this Mark from destroying other families.

Sister Isabella followed me in. We let Providence guide us. Each of us opened the phone book, to the listing of bars, figuring guys as in trouble as these SWAT officer were would be drowning their sorrows. So we closed our eyes and jabbed our fingers down on the page. Isabella and I both got the Drunken Pugilist and Sister Agnes chose the Lucky Cowgirl.

I scanned the bar, the only other people were the two men sitting at a booth in the back, almost hidden in the shadows. I could see their auras, blacker than the shadows, the aura of a Thrall enslaved by a Warlock. It was clear that Mark had given the men an order that must have rewritten parts of their personality. Well, they were cops and I could imagine the sort of orders Mark must have given. “Let me commit crimes,” he probably ordered, or, “I can’t do anything wrong.”

Both guys looked miserable as we approached, a pitcher of beer sat between them and a few empty shot glasses. Both were fit, broad shoulder man. A swarthy Mexican with a thick mustache that ruined an otherwise handsome face, and a squashed-face white guy with a crew cut.

“Hi, boys,” Isabella purred with her sexy, Latina accent.

The Mexican’s eyes lit up when he saw us. “Hello, ladies,” he said with a smile, and motioned to the booth. “Care to cheer up a pair of cops having a bad day?”

“Christ, Riz, do you have to flirt with every chick?” the White guy asked.

“Hey man, why should I deprive my charm from any beautiful woman,” Riz protested. “Ignore him, he’s married and forgotten how to treat such heavenly creatures as yourselves.”

“Riz?” I asked, and then Isabella sat down next to him, leaving me with the White guy.

“Because his real name is pretty stupid,” the White guy said and a grin momentarily crossed his lips before his pain returned.

“Oroitz is a perfectly manly name,” Riz joked. “Besides, what kind of name is Duncan?”

“A Highlander,” I said with a smile. Everyone gave me a blank look. “Um, you know, ‘There can be only one.’ The Highlander?”

“Yeah,” Duncan muttered and took a swill of his beer. “The TV show, right. Not the movie.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“So, what has you guys so down?” Isabella asked. “Women, right?” Both men grunted and Isabella smiled wickedly, leaning closer to Riz, reaching out to place her hand on his. “I hope not the same woman.”

“No, chiquita, not the same woman,” Riz admitted. “We’re both in the doghouse because of work. My girl broke up with me and Duncan’s wife kicked him out.”

“Oh that’s terrible,” I cooed, scooting up against Duncan. His eyes glanced at my cleavage and then a guilty flush suffused his face.

Across the table, Isabella was snuggling up to Riz, who put his arm around her. “Yeah, it’s terrible. Me and Alicia had been dating for weeks.”

“Well, maybe I can make you feel better,” Isabella said with a naughty smile. From how her arm was moving, she must be rubbing Riz’s leg. Or maybe even his crotch based on that the big grin filling Riz’s face. And then the two were talking in rapid Spanish. In my few weeks living in LA I picked up a smattering of Spanish, but I could not begin to follow their conversation.

Duncan just set like a log next to me, staring down into his beer. “What’s the problem,” I purred. “You might feel better if you tell me about it.”

A look of self-loathing crossed his face. “Sure,” he bitterly snorted, his voice a little slurred with drink. “Why the fuck not.” He down the rest of his beer. “You heard about the whole SWAT scandal?”

I nodded my head. That is why Providence led me to you. Mark had foolishly made a bunch of highly skilled men his Thralls and didn’t bother to protect them. “There are subtle signs,” Ramiel told me in my dreams, “to tell if the Bond of Zimmah chains a Thrall to the Warlock. The black aura will have the tiniest, barely perceptible, fringe of red about it. So minute, you have to know to look for it.” As far as I could tell, neither of these men were bound to Mark.

“Yeah, instead of arresting the people, the SWAT unit…eh…” I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding insensitive.

“Fucked them,” Duncan finished, biting his words.

“Excuse me, Vato,” Riz said as Isabella scooted out of the booth. “You understand, right?”

“Yeah,” Duncan grunted, staring at his drink as Riz and Isabella disappeared out a back door into the alley behind the bar. A ragged sob suddenly escaped Duncan’s lips. “I don’t know what happened. We burst into this bedroom and this naked guy, Mark, falls on the floor and he just tells us to stop pointing our guns and help him up. And we did. And then…this red-head just grabs me and Driscoll and takes us inside and has us fuck her. She treated us like shit, insulted us, and we just took it. And now it’s all over the news and…” He took a swig of beer. “Kathanne kicked me out. I never cheated on her, before. I don’t know what happened.”

Poor bastard. Another Warlock’s victim. I reached out and rubbed his leg and kissed him on the cheek. “You poor guy,” I murmured. “Let me take some of that hurt away.” I slid my hand up his jeans to his crotch, feeling his cock grow beneath my touch.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he suddenly protested. “I…”

I cut him off with a kiss as my fingers slid his zipper down, his mouth sour with beer. He was hard, despite his protests, and I stroked him to his full girth. His cock was warm and trembled with his heart beat against my palm. He was uncircumcised, and I could feel the head of his cock slide in and out of his foreskin, popping out like a cute little snake.

“Shh, don’t fight, Duncan,” I whispered as I lowered my head down to his crotch, disappearing beneath the booth’s table.

He moaned as my tongue licked around the head of his cock, salty with his pre-cum. I played with the tip, tracing about the edge of the gland, then sliding up and licking through his urethra, collecting a fresh drop of pre-cum. I slid a hand down between my legs and up into my cunt, getting my fingers sticky with my pussy juices so I would be ready to draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead.

His hand caressed my head, fingers pulling through my brown hair. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Sorry, Kathy.”

I cupped his balls as I swallowed his cock, sucking softly and playing with the sensitive head with my tongue. Then I slid down, slowly, until he brushed the back of my throat. I sealed my lips tight about his shaft as I rose up, sucking harder and Duncan moaned in appreciation. Up and down, my mouth filled with his cock.

“Jesus,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re good. Christ, I don’t even know your name.”

I popped his cock out of my mouth. “Theodora,” I panted, sucking in air, and then I was back on his cock, bobbing my head faster and faster as I played with his balls.

He nuts were round and I gently squeezed them, trying to massage his cum out of his balls. He was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tension in his body grow and grow as he neared that explosive release and I tensed, ready to spring the moment his cum poured into my mouth. Up and down, I bobbed, swirling my tongue and sucking, feeling his cock tremble in my mouth, the spongy head brushing the roof of my mouth.

Duncan was a gentleman and warned me. “I’m gonna cum, Theodora,” he panted.

The first splash of cum was warm and salty in my lips. I released his cock as the second blast just flew up in air and landed on my blouse, a line of sticky fluids staining my clothing. I was drawing the Mark of Qayin on his forhead as his third blast flew up and splashed on his flannel shirt and I muttered, “Shama.” The Mark of Qayin blazed white and Duncan went blank as the prayer took effect.

Isabella should have had no problem enchanting Riz and I began to tell Duncan the plan. He nodded his head as he absorbed my orders. Worry gnawed at my stomach. Was this really necessary. These men were SWAT officers, highly trained at what they do. People were going to get hurt. People I was supposed to protect. I always thought the Order of Mary Magdalene existed to help people.

“The Greater Good,” Ramiel’s voice whispered back to me. “Not even the Promise Land was taken without bloodshed.”

The Greater Good. It was all for the Greater Good, I told myself. But another voice whispered from deep inside me, the road to Hell is paved in good intentions. I shivered. I just needed to have faith in Providence.

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“You taxi is here, Monsieur Fitzsimmons,” the Concierge of the Chambres D’Hôtes L’Escalette, the hotel I was staying at in Toulouse. I was impatient to get to the Motherhouse and get my hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I needed the book to defeat Mark and rescue my wife from his clutches.

It had been a long flight when I landed Toulouse with a five hour layover in London, I had been traveling for nearly seventeen hours and I was exhausted. When I check into the hotel I crashed, and just woke up twenty minutes ago, noon, local time. Which was four AM, Friday morning, back in Washington State.

“Merci,” I nodded to the Concierge and slipped him a five euro.

He held the door open for me and I stepped into the white taxi. It was a small, European car, one of those tiny vehicles designed for the narrow, medieval streets that crowded European cities and towns. It was a little more than an hours drive to Rennes-le-Château, a quaint village built upon a hilltop, connected by a winding road and the driver, a dusky North African, talked in Arabic on his bluetooth the entire drive.

Finally, we reached the Motherhouse. The building was located behind the Church of Mary Magdalene, an old, stone edifice that was partially overgrown with green vines. The front door was a large, made of wood and bound in iron. On the door frame hung a plaque written in French, English, Spanish, and German described the history of the building. Another sign, handwritten in French, was taped to the front of the door. My French was very rusty, but it seemed to be the phone number of the caretaker who was out.

Sighing in frustration, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. “Bonjour, Maryam à l’appareil. Je vous écoute,” a woman answered in rapid French.

“Do you speak English?” I asked, hopefully. My high school French was far to rusty to converse with someone.

“Yes, I am Maryam,” the woman answered in a heavy accent.

“Hi, I’m Brandon Fitzsimmons and I was hoping I could meet with someone at the Motherhouse. There is a book in your collection that I’m just dying to examine.”

The voice on the other end thought for a moment. “Very well, Monsieur Fitzsimmons. Tomorrow at, say, 4 o’clock.”

“It’s very important, can we possibly meet sooner?” I asked.

“No, no. I am not in Rennes-le-Château,” she answered, in the background I heard something in French being broadcast. I frowned, it sounded like an airport announcement. “Saturday, 4 o’clock is the earliest I can meet.”

I sighed, another hours drive to Toulouse and then an hours drive back here tomorrow. “Very well. Thank you for your time, miss.”

“Until Saturday, then. Au revoir.” The line went dead.

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“The captain has put on the fasten seatbelt sign,” the flight attendant announced in her British accent.

I was on British Airways flight 3471 descending into Toulouse Blagnac Airport in France on the hunt for Brandon Fitzsimmons.

Thirteen hours ago I took off at SeaTac and I was exhausted. But I couldn’t sleep. Every time I tried, Mark Glassner’s words came back to me. “Doug, Brandon’s headed for Rennes-le-Château, the Motherhouse of an order of nuns. The Order of Mary Magdalena. You must stop him from getting a book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Do whatever it takes to stop him.”

Do whatever it takes to stop him. What did Mark mean. Did he want me to steal the book before Brandon could get it, delay him, stop him? Or did he want me to kill him? Could I kill him? I was a P.I. not a hitman. But the more I poured over Mark’s words, the more I came to believe I had to kill him. It’s clearly what Mark wanted. Do whatever it takes to stop him. What else could that mean? I had watched enough spy movies to understand what was implied. I was scared. I had never killed anyone. Twelve years as a cop and I never fired my gun in the line of duty. But Mark needed it done, and I would make sure it happened.

Fuck, I was so tired when I got off the plane, I could barely fill out the declaration card as I waited to clear customs. And then I stumbled out of customs as a somnambulist creature, barely capable of rational thought. I needed some coffee, badly as I reached baggage claim. I almost walked off with someone else’s suitcase, luckily the owner stopped me. “Too many people with black suitcases these days,” I grumbled as way of an apology.

My suitcase in hand, or I thought it was mine, anyways, I stumbled out to the cab stand. Just my luck, there were no cabs. It was the middle of the afternoon, you’d think there would be one cab. A phone rang and I glanced over to see a beautiful young woman, olive skin and long, black hair. She spoke rapidly in French and then switched to heavily accented English. “Yes, I am Maryam.”

As tired as I was, I found myself drinking in the beauty of the young woman. The woman was listening to whomever she was speaking with and then paused and gave me a considering look. I almost wondered why she was staring, but I was too tired. “Very well, Monsieur Fitzsimmons. Tomorrow at, say, 4 o’clock.”

I blinked, did she say Fitzsimmons? What a small world. I was here to kill a Brandon Fitzsimmons.

“No, no. I am not in …” the woman’s words were drowned out by an announcement over the airport’s speakers in french. “…is the earliest I can meet,” she finished. Pausing to listen and then, “Until tomorrow, then. Au revoir.” She hung up the phone and slipped it into her pocket, muttering something in French.

A taxi pulled up, finally. I wanted to take it, but some weird sense of male chauvinism rose up inside me and I offered to let the lady take this cab. What the hell, she was pretty. And I’m sure another cab would pull up soon.

“Merci,” she replied and then asked, “maybe we can share, no?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug.

“I am called Maryam,” she said with a smile, holding out her slim hand.

“Eh, Doug Allard,” I answered, clasping her warm hand and shaking briefly.

“American, no?” and I nodded. “How nice, I’ve always had a soft spot for you Americans.”

She slid into the cab and I followed her. “I always thought the French hated us.”

“Oh, some do,” Maryam laughed. “They are just jealous. Where are you heading, Doug.”

“Eh, Rennes-le-Château,” I answered. “Any hotel there will do.”

She smiled. “What a coincidence. I live in Rennes-le-Château.” When she said the name, it sound so musical and beautiful, not like my mangled pronunciation.

I fell asleep almost immediately and when I woke up the car was winding its way up a hill to a village perched at the crest. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as the cab weaved its way through the narrow streets past ancient stone buildings to the front of a large stone structure.

“Is this a hotel?” I asked, frowning.

“No,” Maryam replied, sliding out. “It is where I live. Come inside, I have a spare room you can use.”

Fuck, I was too tired to argue and she seemed harmless. I mean, I easily weighed twice as much as her. The door was wood, bound with iron and there was a several signs that I was too tired to read. Maryam produced a cast iron skeleton key and unlocked the door and led me inside. She led me through the foyer into a short hallway lined with narrow doors. She opened one, revealing a tiny room, little more than a square with a cot.

I turned to thank her and blinked in shock. Was I dreaming? I pinched my arm. No, that hurt.

Maryam was naked, her lithe, dusky body gorgeous. Her breasts perky with youth, topped with dark nipples. A mat of thick pubic hair covered her pussy and the smile on her face was both virginal and predatory. My cock hardened in my pants as I drank in her beauty. She walked towards me, her breasts swaying and pressed up against me, her lips hot and wet on mine.

My wife’s face floated up in my mind and I pulled away from the kiss. “Maryam what are you doing?”

Her hand slid into my pants and found my hard cock, stroking it in her hands and suddenly it didn’t matter that I was married. Tina would never know. She was all the way back in Tacoma. How would she know what I did in France. Maryam pushed me back and I sat down on the bed. She bent down, pulled off my jeans and then my boxers, exposing my hard cock.

“So nice,” she whispered.

She slid her finger down her taut body, through the forest of pubic hair and then slid them up inside her pussy. When she pulled them out they were sticky with her juices. She straddled my waist and rubbed her fingers on my forehead, then down the side of my face and to my mouth. She tasted of honey.

Maryam rose up, her hand on my cock and guided my shaft to her pussy. She was wet and felt like silk as her cunt sank down onto my cock. I groaned in pleasure, after two kids, Tina wasn’t this tight. I sank back onto the bed and watched this gorgeous angel ride slowly up and down on my cock, her round breasts heaving as she fucked me. I reached up, sliding my hand up her smooth side to cup the soft orb. I squeezed it, delighting in the spongy feel and then I ran my fingers across her hard nipple.

“Umm, you feel so hard inside me,” she purred as she rode me.

I groaned, her cunt was so tight. God, I hadn’t had a cunt this tight since I was in college. Nothing felt better than the tight cunt of a teenager on your dick. Her pussy gripped my cock like a tight glove, rubbing silkily up and down as she fucked me. My balls were boiling, the pressure growing inside me. Growing larger and stronger.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. “Let me pull out!”

“No, cum in me,” she gasped. “Let me feel your lust shoot inside me! Oh, yes!”

She spasmed on me, her cunt deliciously contracting about my cock. I was thrusting my hips up into her, the sensation on my cock was getting to much to handle. My balls couldn’t take it anymore and my cum exploded out through my dick and up into her wet cunt.

“Shalak!” she screamed and I feel something inside me snap, a chain about my soul, binding my will to another. I felt freedom, and tears brimmed in my eyes as my soul sang in joy.

“Wh-what just happened?” I stammered as she slid off me.

Maryam was suddenly shy, covering her body with the blanket. “You were a Thrall, Doug,” she answered. “I have freed you from the Warlock’s power.”

And then she explained it all to me. Nuns, Warlocks, summoning demons. Everything I saw watching Mark Glassner, how everyone around him behaves. How I so easily agreed to do whatever he told me, including killing a man. It all finally made sense. Mark Glassner sold his soul for power and made me his pawn.

“God has a purpose for you, Doug,” Maryam said as I wept before her.

I could feel it in my soul. I had been touched by God when she freed me. “What?” I asked. It didn’t matter what the purpose was. When God calls, how can you say no.

The door opened and a young woman entered, maybe eighteen, her hair a black as night, falling about her naked body. Her skin was pale white, her breasts large and topped with dark nipples. Her pussy was shaved bare, her labia swollen with desire and juices leaked down her leg.

“This is Sister Frances Joan and she has a Gift for you, Doug,” Maryam said as the beautiful woman walked towards me. My cock hardened.

Sister Frances sat down on the bed next to me, her lips tasted sweet as she kissed me. Her hand reached down and stroked my hardening cock. Her fingers were silk as she rubbed my cock to life. I touched her breast, gently, reverently. Giving her firm orbs the tiniest of squeezes, sliding my palm up to rub on her hard nipple.

“Come, let me feel you in me,” Sister Frances moaned. “Let us join as one.”

She pulled me down into her embrace, her body warm and lithe beneath me. She guided my cock to the wet entrance of her pussy. We moaned together as I slid into her inviting, tight depth. Her lips played with my ear as her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me tightly into her.

“You have such a nice cock,” she whispered.

I fucked her slowly, staring into her deep, brown eyes. No, I didn’t fuck her, I made love to her. It was like our wedding night and I was making love to my bride for the first time. Our hips were moving in unison, our lips kissing each other, murmuring our pleasure into the other’s ears. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I felt her slim thighs, her tight ass, her smooth side and her full breasts. Her hands roamed across my chest, playing with my chest hair, rubbing my back, and squeezed my ass, urging me to go faster and faster.

“Yes, harder,” she moaned. “Faster! Let me feel your passion!”

I could feel our passion building and building as my cock rubbed against her cunt. Every stroke was building both of our orgasms. In and out, rubbing deliciously against each other. I found her hard nipple with one hand, rolling it between my fingers. My strokes were fast now, I was pounding her pussy. Her moans of passion filled my ears as we both approached the precipice. I could feel the cum boiling over in my balls and shuddered as I orgasmed inside this beautiful creature. Her body shuddered beneath me, her cunt clenching at my cock, milking my cum out of my balls.

She gasped a single word.

“Zebed!”

Her Gift flowed into me. From deep within her womb, through her tight pussy, and into my cock. A golden power that suffused every fiber of my being, body and soul, transforming me. I was baptized in the ecstasy of light and reborn as a new man.

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“Gabriel,” I greet the Archangel.

“Dominion Ramiel,” he responded, his voice a mighty choir. “I sense your doubts, brother.”

“I have followed the threads, the longer we wait the stronger the Warlocks become,” I answered. “Theodora and her sisters have three soldiers and surprise on their side. They have seventy percent chance of slaying the Warlocks.”

“With two of our Priestesses dead,” Gabriel pointed out. “Our Priestesses are two few to spend so recklessly.”

“By the time they have recruited the twelve soldiers, the Warlocks will have tripled their guard,” I fumed with righteous anger. “Let us strike know before the odds are even worst. After Monday, even with twelve, there will only be a twenty-seven percent chance of slaying the Warlocks. And still two of our Priestesses will die.”

“The soldiers are only a last resort.”

Curiosity drowned out my anger. “What have you seen in the future that I have not, Gabriel?”

“Observe,” Gabriel stated and drew up the threads of mankind drawing me to a silver thread. “This thread belongs to Alice Perry.” He lead me into the past, six mortal years. Alice’s silver thread brushed the red thread of the Warlock Mary Sullivan. “Alice develops an infatuation with Mary at the age of seventeen,” Gabriel informed. “But, slowly it is forgotten as she goes off to college.” The silver thread spiraled about the red thread, slowly drifting farther apart as the years went on.

I followed the silver thread through the years as it drifted farther from Mary’s, became entwined with another silver thread and then knotted as Alice married a man six months ago. But Alice and her husband’s thread drifted apart and then were separated as Alice’s thread became deeply entwined for a few weeks about another man’s.

“Adultery,” Gabriel said with disgust. “The marriage was broken beyond repair, though the husband knows it not.”

Alice’s thread brushed once more with Mary’s, and started circling the Warlock’s thread. “Here, the infatuation was rekindled,” Gabriel explained. “This was almost two weeks ago, on the very day Sister Louise made her disastrous attempt to exorcise Mark.” Alice’s thread was spiraling closer and closer to Mary’s. Gabriel pointed to Alice’s thread two day’s ago. It was Tuesday morning and Alice’s thread was trying to work its way between Mary and Mark’s thread. The two Warlock threads were bound as tightly as any lovers Ramiel had ever observed.

“A declaration of love?” I asked, staring at the pattern. Love, emotions, were not my skill at reading the threads. My expertise lay in conflict.

“Yes,” Gabriel nodded. “Alice Perry declared her love to Mary and it was ignored. Mary was too preoccupied with her problems that she didn’t even hear what Alice told her. Mark was under the effects of the Bond of Avvah. Alice has declared her love and it was not reciprocated. Unrequited love is a very powerful emotion.”

I followed Alice’s thread, in the future she once more tries to get between Mark and Mary. Next Wednesday afternoon.

“Do you see the opportunity the Bond of Avvah has created?” Gabriel asked.

I frowned, shaking my head.

“Alice never would have made her confession to Mary without it,” Gabriel explained. “Alice was too afraid of losing Mary. Alice believed it was inevitable that Mark and Mary’s relationship would break up. So she waited, biding her time for the moment when it seemed Mary would leave Mark, and then she would act. Now that she made her declaration, it is all Alice can think of. On Wednesday afternoon, in the room of the Blue Spruce motel, Alice will try once more to have Mary all to herself. When Mary rejects her love, she will be vulnerable.”

“The Prayer of Qannow?” I asked in shock. “That Prayer is very dangerous.”

“Watch what happens when Theodora exploits this opportunity,” Gabriel stated and drew Theodora’s golden thread until it touched April’s. I watched in amazement, as I followed Alice’s thread into the most probable future, studying the variable and calculating the percentage of success.

“Ninety-nine percent chance of the Warlock Mark’s death,” I said in awe.

“Yes, and Mary’s as well,” Gabriel pointed out. “The foolish mortal tied her life to Mark’s when she made her Pact. When Mark dies, so shall Mary and two less Warlocks shall plague the world.”

“So the Bond of Avvah was meant to fail?” I asked in astonishment. “It was all a set up to create this one opportunity?”

“There was good odds of the Bond working,” Gabriel answered. “But it also created this opportunity.”

“Then why gather the soldiers at all?” I asked in confusion. “Ninety-nine percent. Only the Creator can predict the future with more accuracy.”

“Because, Mark Glassner must die or be exorcised,” Gabriel stated. “If Alice fails, then it will fall to Theodora and her sisters. And as you said, the odds are slim and we shall never again have the power to challenge Mark with our diminished resources.”

Gabriel showed me the future and he was right. “The Lord shelter us with his mercy,” I whispered. The Warlock Mark Glassner must be stopped. “Is that why you dispatched two more Priestesses? You told me that only Theodora was available? What changed?”

“Only when Mary used her last boon was this pattern set,” Gabriel admitted. “Our brother, Lucifer, is setting brush fires across the world, trying to distract us from Mark. I could not move Isabella or Agnes until I was sure they were needed.”

“What do we do if it fails, Gabriel?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Gabriel answered sadly. “We will have lost, Ramiel. But Maryam will see that the fire of hope keeps burning in the Wilderness.”

To be continued…

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A young woman is the only human left on our horny planet

Ariadne (or Ari for her friends) is a quite normal girl in a normal town. She is an eighteen year old girl and was about to start college. She lives in a medium-sized European town, with her little sister and her parents. She has nice red long hair. Her boobs and ass weren’t as big as her classmate’s and due to them making fun of it she had became quite shy over the years. All in all everything’s normal.
But that changed during summer holiday. She was at home during holidays. It didn’t bother her much that her family didn’t like travelling, now she could go to concerts with her friends. After one concert she arrived home late. Her parents already went to bed and because Ari was bored she decided to turn on the tv. What she saw first was the news. The anchor told her audience that something exciting was going to happen: the Lennon-McCartney comet would pass Earth at a short distance. It would be a spectacular sight that same night. Ari didn’t bother. All she knew is: she was tired as hell. So she decided to go to bed. After some minutes tossing she doze off to a good regular sleeping.
What happened the following hours will always be a mystery. If Ari would be awake that night and looked out of the window, she would notice a bright red flash of light that lit up the whole sky. It was just three seconds, but it changed the world forever. After that no car was heard parking. No tv could be heard in any living room. Overflying aircraft would never be seen again.
Ari woke up at 10 o’clock in the morning. She noticed the house was very silent. Too silent. When she went to the living room she didn’t see her parents. No note was left. Confused she decided to make breakfast. After eating she called her mom on her phone, but no-one answered. Now really worried she went out to the police station. During her walk she noticed that nobody seemed to be in town except her. The police station off course, was also empty. She started to wonder if she was the last girl on earth now.
When she was almost heard she heard a familiar noise: a dog barking. Inside a house she saw a big black Rottweiler. It was trapped in the house of his former owners and had no food and water. Ari thought it must been starving, so she ran around the house to see if she could get in somehow. All doors were locked so she picked up a brick and smashed it through the window. She went inside the house and the dog walked to her, happy to see someone again. Ari found its bowl and gave him some water. The dog gratefully drank it and while Ari sat on the bench wondering what to do next, the dog came up to her and gave her a thankful lick on her face. She thought ‘If he likes me now, he can keep me company so I’m not alone’ and took him home. As her now owner, she decided to name him Romulus.
That afternoon she and Romulus formed a bond while playing and walking through the deserted town. He was a playful dog, and very friendly and calm too. After that they ate their dinner. Ari was lucky, because the shops were still full so she could take all the food she needed to survive. She didn’t know where everyone else went to but she hoped everyone was ok. In the evening she and Romulus cuddled on the bench. What else could they do? When they both were getting tired Romulus lay down in the corner of the living room and fell asleep. Ari herself went up to her bedroom, took her clothes of and fell asleep too.
Again that night a second red flash could be seen, if there was somebody to see it. This one reshaped the earth. In five seconds, where once large acres were, were now forests. Overfished oceans were full of life again. New strange species were created, like God decided to run Genesis 2.0. And it changed Ari and Romulus too.
When Ari woke up she was a bit dizzy. She felt … different. Somehow she didn’t worry about her former family, instead she was eager to explore the earth now she was limited of her former boundaries: family, school, expectations… ‘How strange, ‘ she thought, the clothes she wore yesterday weren’t there anymore. Ow well, I just take a look in the closet then. But no clothes there either. Feeling a bit ashamed she went downstairs. There was no-one to look at her, so what the heck.
She immediately saw the interior of the room had changed. TV and radio, and all electronics, were gone. Romulus greeted her with a bark. Not feeling hungry at all, like she would never be again, she sat down on the bench in the living room. What would she dow now, in this strange world? Ari decided that she would do what she always wanted: to travel around the world! So she and Romulus left the house. Without packing (there was nothing to pack), nude, and just the two of them.
Ari noticed that the pavers in town were gone too. Now the streets were covered with soft grass, which she found very comfortable. Ari and Romulus decided to take a last walk around town before setting off to the big world.
After a while again a bark could be heard. A Labrador was walking the streets. It was a female, and Romulus noticed that too. He walked up to the female and smelled her ass. How lucky, she was in heat! Romulus became very excited and Ari could see the tip of his dick coming out of his sheath. She wasn’t grossed out by this, or shocked, no she found it quite … exciting. The female lab presented herself to Romulus and he put his paws around the lab. His now completely erect penis, which Ari could see measured 11 inches, quickly disappeared in the female. Romulus started to hammer her like a turbine. Ari started to feel a feeling in her belly … she started to feel horny! She was never into boys, or girls, but seeing this strange scene in front of her made her pussy very wet. She started to wonder how that big dick would feel inside of her, instead of that lab bitch.
She laid down in the grass and slowly started to finger herself, never losing sight of Romulus. He had already knotted the bitch and while Ari was masturbating she could see Romulus pull himself free from the female dog. Out of her pussy came his still erect penis, those astonishing 11 inches. And a lot of cum too! Seeing that drove Ari over the edge and she came very hard. The lab quickly run away, not in for another round.
A few minutes later Ari and Romulus went as well and set off to the forest near their hometown. Romulus noticed a strange smell. It was a bit like a bitch in heat, but there were no dogs around anymore. Thinking of the wonderful experience he just had, he started to get horny again. If he only knew where that smell came from! Ari noticed Romulus getting a bit frisky and stopped walking to see what was going on.
So she sat down near a tree and called Romulus over. Now she could see the pink tip of Romulus’ penis extending from his sheath again! She became wet again. Romulus noticed this too, the smell he hat noticed earlier was getting more intense and he now located the source: it was Ari her pussy juice. Was she a bitch too then, he wondered. That would mean he could fuck whenever he wanted!
Now even more horny he decided to check things out and to Ari’s surprise he dove his tongue straight into her pussy. She didn’t freak out, rather it felt to her like it was very normal. Romulus quickly lapped up her juices and found out she was as horny as he was. So he kept licking. It drove Ari wild!
“Oh Romulus good boy LICK MEEEEE!”
And boy he did. He licked her clit and deep in her pussy. Ari loved it. And in a sudden she gave a loud scream and came HARD. A powerful orgasm hit her. Her pussy went very wet again and Romulus licked those juices up as well, causing a second orgasm.
After she came again she rolled over and went down on her knees, ready to stand up and walk further. But while she came, Romulus didn’t and he desperately wanted to. So he put is front paws on Ari’s shoulders, and with that extra weight she had to go on all fours if she didn’t want to smack her face to the ground. This left her ass high up in the air.
Now Romulus had her where he wanted her. He positioned him behind her and with one mighty thrust he drove his dick right in Ari’s still wet pussy. It was heaven! For Ari this happened in less than ten seconds and while she still had to figure out what actually happened, all she knew is that a big dog dick was hammering her pussy and it felt very good. She felt Romulus hitting spots she didn’t even know they existed! Romulus thrusted as hard as he could because he wanted to breed Ari as good as he could do. He just loved the feeling of soft human flesh around his dick. Ari let out another scream and experienced her fourth orgasm that day.
Suddenly she felt something very big entering her pussy. She quickly realized it was Romulus’ knot. He started thrusting very fast, and then held still. Then Ari could feel gallons of dog cum invading her pussy. The thought alone made her cum again. After the last drip she and Romulus were locked for about twenty minutes and then Romulus could pull out. Also out came his own cum which left a cum pool under Ari.
Romulus started licking Ari cleand, lapping up a mixture of her and his juices. He did it so well that Ari didn’t even feel the need to clean up. Somehow she liked it, being literally a dirty girl. Exhausted by the fucking she hugged Romulus and they rested a bit.
The evening fell. Since Ari didn’t bring anything with her she decided to sleep on an open spot in the forest. She was still tired from fucking so she quickly fell asleep. In her sleep she spread her legs which would give any passengers a wonderful view of her pussy. They would see a tight pussy with a little red bush. And a very interested big black dog!
Romulus himself was very horny again but he understood Ari wasn’t available now. So he decided to take things in his own hands. He licked Ari’s pussy until he thought it was wet enough to fuck it again. His cock became hard and he stepped over Ari’s body with his front paws next to her breasts.
Now he moved into Ari’s body and started pumping in a calm rhythm. He just loved the feeling of pussy around his cock. He began to increase the rhythm and saw Ari’s small body shaking slightly now. He particularly noted her small breasts bouncing and that sight drove him crazy. He now knew what he wanted. When he fell his orgasm coming, he pulled out and pressed his penis between her breasts. A few strokes more and then he came all over her breats, stomach and pussy. He gently cleaned her body and satisfied, he dozed off to sleep.

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Frank tests a new delivery method for the bimbo serum–a pussy suppository!

BimboTech
Chapter Seven: Bimbo Pussy Suppository
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

I shivered when I walked out of the nasty, disgusting trailer with Natasha. The implications of what I had just done struck me. I had bought a human being. I paid $10,000 up front with the promise of another $10,000 for the busty, brunette bimbo beside me, a huge, ecstatic grin on her face.

“I’m a lesbian now!” she shouted out to the trailer park. It was a rundown, white-trash neighborhood, two streets of overgrown lawn, rusting cars, and filthy gutters. It matched Natasha’s pig of a husband who had agreed to sell her to me. The bastard had her tied to a bed, a vibrator shoved into her pussy, because he couldn’t control her new, sexual appetites.

Asshole.

But I knew Natasha would be happy with me. I would take care of her, treat her right, love her. My pussy clenched as I stared at her big tits bouncing beneath the tight shirt she wore. It was one of her old ones from before her change. Her breasts had grown so big that, despite how skinny she was now compared to before she became a bimbo, the fabric stretched tight to those bouncing melons.

God, I would love her so much.

The bimbo serum was amazing. I couldn’t wait to have an entire harem of busty women like Natasha to love. I would stash them in my own secret love nest. No one could ever know. I was taking such a risk. I was the Senator for Indiana, and while my supporters were liberal, they weren’t liberal enough to vote for a lesbian. So I had the husband, the two children, the house, and the white-picket fence to fool them all for power.

And I wanted more power. This bimbo serum was power. But it had to be controlled by the right party. And right now, it wasn’t. Frank Jackman, the new CEO of BT Chemicals, had invented this serum with his wife, who was now a dumb bimbo. A man like that, who would turn his own wife into one of these airheads as well as a random woman who worked at a supermarket, could not be trusted.

He would abuse it. Make women slaves to pigs like Natasha’s husband.

Magnolia Savage, CEO of Femme Allure, a makeup company, had brought to my attention the bimbo serum’s existence. She wanted it for her own company to produce. She was a lesbian feminist, like me, and would make sure the product wasn’t abused.

Hopefully.

Rumor had it, Director Steffen, heading the FDA’s Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, was in Indiana last night attending a party Frank had thrown. I was certain that on Monday, the “Venus Serum,” as Frank called the product to hide what it really was, would be fast-tracked for FDA approval. In six months, it could be on the market. And women, eager to be beautiful, would buy it no matter the cost or the side-effect.

And that couldn’t happened. It couldn’t be sold so recklessly.

Natasha was part of how I would stop Frank. I would paint her as a victim. A normal woman, turned into a bimbo against her will, kicked out of her house by a husband that didn’t like her new-found ditziness and extreme sex drive. I would coach her, make her say the right things, and then have reporters friendly to feminism write hit pieces against Frank and BT Chemicals.

Just thinking about it made me so wet.

“I’m a lesbian,” Natasha said again, clinging to my arm. “This is my lesbian wife! She owns me!”

“Shush,” I told her, my insides going cold. I looked around the neighborhood. A few people were watching us. It wasn’t often that an expensive, black town car came into such a shithole. No, it never happened. “You can’t tell people that. It’s our secret. We’re secret lesbians. Now isn’t that a fun game?”

“Oh, wow,” she said, her nipples poking at the front of her t-shirt. Her hips, clad in baggy sweatpants that kept slipping off her waist, wiggled.

They fell down, exposing her shaved pussy before I hauled them back up.

“That does sound fun,” then, in an exaggerated whisper, she added, “My lesbian wife.”

“You like calling me that, huh?” I asked.

“Yeppers”, she nodded.

I hurried her to the town car where my driver and assistant, George, waited. He was a man I could trust. And not just because he was gay. I paid him well, treated him right, and ensured he would have no reason to betray my secrets.

“You are being reckless, Delilah,” he said as I pushed Natasha into the car.

“I am,” I shivered. “But you see what the bimbo serum is capable of.”

“And you’re risking your political career. If someone is filming us right now on a cell phone…”

I shivered and then ducked into the car. “It had to be taken. Frank can’t be allowed to bring this serum to market.”

He nodded and closed the door.

“I’m your lesbian wife!” Natasha beamed. She ripped off her shirt, those huge tits bouncing as she squirmed on the wide, leather seat. It was roomy in the back. My pussy clenched as I stared at her breasts.

God, I had such a weakness for big, soft breasts. And brunettes… Natasha was perfect.

“Yes, you’re my lesbian wife,” I told her. “You have to do what I say all the time. And if you do, I will give you such pleasure.”

“Yay,” she nodded, clapping her hands together. “A wife should always be obedient to her husband. Or wife!” She giggled. “Oh, it’s so strange being a lesbian.”

“You’ll adjust,” I told her. “First lesson, lesbians love eating their wives asses out.”

“Really?” Natasha blinked.

I turned and knelt on my hands and knees on the car seat, my face pressed against the tinted windows. I ignored the passing poverty as I wiggled my hips. “I’m a senator. You know what that is?”

“Someone who makes laws at the law factory,” she giggled.

I groaned at how stupid that sounded. “Yes, basically. And since I make laws, I’m telling you it is a law that you like licking my ass and will do it whenever I want.”

“Wow. And I have to be a good person and obey all the laws. So I must like licking your ass.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. My satin panties were soaked. “So get to it! Start licking my ass. I need it.”

“Is your pussy all itchy and scratchy and achy to be touched and licked and fucked?”

“God, yes!”

“Mine, too!” She moved behind me. “All the time. It just needs to be played with. Ooh, I love cumming. It’s so yummy and goody and warm! Like the best buttermilk biscuit ever.”

Her hands grabbed my skirt, pushing it up over my ass, exposing my panties. I groaned as her finger stroked the gusset, pressing the smooth cloth into my wet pussy. I shivered, pleasure racing through me.

“Oh, no, you stained your panties! I can’t wear panties any longer. I stain them with my naughty juices.”

“Better pull them off before they’re ruined,” I panted. “Then lick my ass.”

“Right, the law!”

She ripped my panties down my thighs, spread my butt-cheeks, and buried her face between them. Her tongue licked with aggressive, hungry passion. I groaned. I loved having my ass licked. It was the best. Tingles shivered through me, my pussy clenching, as her tongue rimmed my asshole, swirling, teasing, caressing.

My breath exploded out of me as her tongue probed into my asshole, teasing me. My eyes rolled into my head. She swirled her tongue around the insides of my bowels. My pussy clenched. My fingers clawed at the leather seat, nails rasping. I didn’t care if I broke one.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s how you lick your wife’s ass,” I moaned. “Oh, yes. Rub my pussy while you do it!”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned. “It’s so sour, but I have to like it. It’s the law. So I do!”

She jammed her tongue deep into my asshole with such enthusiasm. She swirled it around, teasing me. I squirmed then gasped. Her fingers pumped into my pussy. Two of them, reaming into my depths as she ate my ass.

Pleasure rippled through me, stirred by her plunging fingers and swirling tongue. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I rocked on the seat. The sweet friction from her fingers reaming my pussy met the delight churned by her tongue probing my asshole.

Her fingers pumped faster and faster. She moaned, enjoying it. Whether Natasha really loved the flavor of my sour asshole or that she believed she loved it because of my “law” really didn’t matter. It just mattered that she devoured it. My pussy clenched on her fingers, the pleasure building and building.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love that,” I moaned. “Oh, you’re going to be the best lesbian wife ever.”

“Really,” she said, such hopeful joy in her eyes.

My heart raced faster and faster. “Really,” I answered. “The best.”

Her happy squeal followed by her lips latching onto my asshole and sucking sent a wave of heat through me. God, she was so sweet. I shivered, shuddered, aching for her wonderful touch. This bimbo was delightful. I felt so dizzy, so intoxicated. And not just from her fingers and tongue.

My asshole clenched on her probing tongue as I groaned. Was I falling in love with this delicious creature? She was so happy to please me, to love me. Taking such joy in our love-making. I shivered, wiggling my hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love you, my naughty lesbian wife! Love you!” I moaned, not sure if I meant those words.

But she loved hearing them.

“Delilah!” she gasped. “I love you, too. Pete never said he loved me. He just loved my body.”

“He was a pig. Now make me cum!”

“Yes,” she moaned, slipping a third finger into my pussy as she jammed her tongue into my asshole.

It was all too much. I groaned, shivering, my pussy clenching down on her thrusting fingers. I moaned out my bliss. My asshole spasmed on her tongue, my cunt writhing on her fingers. Her tongue and digits probed into my holes, swirling, caressing, the friction shooing through me.

Pleasure crashed inside of me. Great, wonderful waves surged through my body. The black-tinted window fogged before me as I moaned out my bliss. I humped back into her, my pussy and asshole greedy, drinking in all her sensations.

“You’re just wonderful. Oh, yes, Natasha, you’re making me cum! I love it! I love you!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, frigging me. “Oh, I’m so happy. Isn’t cumming the best? All gooey and warm and yummy!”

“Buttermilk biscuits,” I moaned.

“Yes!” she moaned. “I need to cum, too!”

“Have you ever used a strap-on?”

“You mean dyke-cocks?” she asked. “That’s what Pete called them. He’d say: ‘Them dumb dykes say they don’t need men, but then why do they strap-on them dyke-cocks and fuck each other?’”

“God, he’s a jackass,” I moaned. “Down on the floor is a black bag. Put on the narrow, black one. Lube it with the bottle, and then fuck my ass. You’ll love it. The base pushes on your clit and makes you cum, too.”

“Yay,” she gasped. Then paused. “But husbands do the fucking. I’m your lesbian wife.”

“I’m not your husband,” I groaned. “I’m your wife. And when you have two women who are each other’s wives, they take turns doing the fucking.”

“Wow. I’m learning so much about being a dyke.” She clapped her hands together. “This is sooooo much fun. And your ass must be special-wecial like mine.”

“Sure,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, my asshole throbbing. I loved anal sex. It was the best. “Hurry and strap-on. I’m sooooo horny.”

“Yes, Delilah.”

She rummaged around back there. It took her a few minutes to figure out how to put on the strap-on. “No, honey,” I had to explain, “the dildo needs to be thrusting from your pussy not your ass. Like a man’s cock.”

“Right,” she had laughed and took it off.

Soon, she was harnessed in, the narrow, black dildo glistening with lube. She grabbed my butt-cheeks, parting them, exposing my tingling sphincter. I groaned as she brought the dildo to it, rubbing it on my puckered opening.

“Fuck me!” I moaned.

And she did.

Hard.

Natasha didn’t hesitate to thrust her hips with every ounce of strength she could. The dildo slid deep into my bowels. Hot friction burst through me. My head snapped up. I gasped in pure delight as my asshole clenched down on the lubed cock.

Then she pulled back and thrust in again, her large tits bouncing and slapping together. I threw a look over my shoulder, my eyes widening at the hot sight of those big, pillowy tits slapping and smacking together, jiggling, rippling. Her fat nipples waved. Her face contorted with pleasure.

“I’m fucking you,” she moaned. “I’m fucking you with my dyke-cock!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck my ass!”

“Your special-wecial ass,” she gasped, her eyes widening. “Oh, Delilah, it’s pressing on my little clitty. It’s making it all tingle and ache and it’s such a yummy sauce!”

“Good,” I panted, rotating my hips, savoring the hot friction burning in the depths of my bowels. “Just pound me. Don’t stop. Make us both cum!”

“Yay! Cumming!”

She gripped my hips, fingernails biting into my flesh. My asshole clenched down on her dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. My tits bounced in my bra and blouse. Her hard thrusts pressed my cheeks against the passenger window. I groaned, snorting.

“Soooo good. Keep fucking me. Oh, you naughty girl. Oh, yes. Fuck me! Pound me! Make me explode on your dyke cock.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, my clitty feels amazing. And my pussy all yummy! We’re going to cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The friction burned so hot. Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. Both my holes kept clenching, my asshole loving her enthusiastic thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure built and built, another wonderful orgasm about to scream through my body.

She was so enthusiastic. She so wanted to make us both cum. It was infective. I pushed back into her, wanting her to have as much pleasure as me. My heart raced as we shared this moment. I licked my lips, slamming back into her thrusts, grunting, groaning.

My body tensed. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered, shuddered. My asshole clenched down so hard on the thrusting dildo. My flesh drank in the friction.

I came.

“Natasha!” I moaned.

“Are you cumming?” she asked, driving the dildo deep into my spasming bowels.

“I am! You made me cum! Love you!”

“Yay!” She kept thrusting. “Oh, I’m getting so close, too. I love the dyke-cock. So much fun to fuck you!”

“Good,” I groaned. “Keep fucking me. Cum with me!”

Pleasure boiled my mind. I shivered. Stars burst across my vision. Natasha gasped and moaned. Her voice grew throatier and throatier. Then she moaned out with me, joining me. I shivered, her hips burying the dildo into my asshole as she draped over me.

“Oh, Delilah,” she panted, hugging me. She nuzzled at my neck. “Oh, what a wonderful cum. Just the best.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Love you.” She nuzzled at my ear, licking. “I’m your secret lesbian wife. I love that.”

“Me, too,” I sighed.

These bimbos were incredible. I had to make sure they weren’t abused. I needed to meet Frank Jackman, size him up, and figure out just how much of a threat he would be. He stood to make billions. He would not give up the bimbo serum without a fight.

“George,” I said, glancing at my driver. He had been ignoring us so far, having no interest in two women writhing.

“Yes?”

“Send an invitation to Frank Jackman and his wife, invite him and as many guests as he wants to bring to the gala I’m holding.”

“I will,” he answered.

Natasha’s kisses on my neck sent shivers down to my pussy. “Good. Thank you, George.”

“Have fun with your new toy.”

I smiled. “I will.” I glanced over my shoulder at the flushed, happy face of Natasha. “I bet you would love to have your pussy licked!”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, you would do that? Pete say it’s a nasty cunt that’s just disgusting. It’s only for cocks.”

“And he’s an asshole,” I growled. “Your cunt is beautiful. And I’m going to prove it by eating it.”

I licked my lips as she ripped the dildo out of my ass. I loved devouring pussy almost as much as I loved being fucked in the ass. My heart raced. I was also eager just to give this radiant creature love and pleasure.

She deserved it after what Frank and Pete had done to her.

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Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“So this will really turn us into skinny girls with big tits?” the blonde test subject asked, sitting in the back row. Her name was July, I believed. There were a dozen of them, volunteers from across the company and one from the FDA. It took me two days to prepare the suppositories, and Carter, head of R&D, had gathered the girls and had them all sign the NDA.

They were all single, no boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, or wives I had to worry about. They were all overweight or with unusual body shapes, none of them classically hot or even pretty. One woman had a large wart dominating her upper lip and a mustache that she must have fought hard to keep from being so obvious.

“You saw the video,” I said. “The results are dramatic. And you all have seen the changes to Veronica.”

The girls nodded. “She used to be a real cunt,” one in the back said. “And now she’s so sweet.”

“But she’s an idiot now,” a brunette said, her chin vanishing into the rolls of fat around her neck. “A complete airhead.”

“Price of being beautiful,” I told her. “The choice is really yours. Are you happy the way you are right now? With your life? What would you do to change your fortune. You’ll be hot, beautiful. Men will want you. Attractive men. Sexy men who have money.”

I could see it in their eyes, the shallow desire for wealth and good looks that drove so many humans. They salivated for it. Even knowing that they would end up as airheads, they craved to look like my wife. They stared at the before and after shot of Alice projected onto a screen behind me. The serum had transformed her. I had loved her when she was overweight.

But it was nice having her so beautiful and wanton. Even I was shallow. At least there was the intelligence serum so I could still have the part of my wife I truly loved. Right now, she was working on extending the intelligence serum to give her more than an hour of her normal thoughts.

“So, sign the papers,” I said, each woman glancing down. They each sat at a desk. It was like a classroom, one of the many clinical trial labs located in the bowels of BT Chemicals. “And we shall start the test.”

“And it really has to go in our vaginas?” the Hispanic girl from the FDA asked. Director Steffen had sent her to become his bimbo assistant. “I mean, Director Steffen didn’t mention that. He said I’d get an injection.”

“We have administered it as an injection in the past,” I told the women. “But that’s not good for a consumer product.”

“But isn’t a suppository supposed to go in the rectum?” Her forehead furrowed. Maria had a sallow-brown complexion, her body round like a ripe tomato. She had three separate chins, and they all wobbled as she stared at me. Even her dark-brown hair had a lank, dull sheen to it.

“Normally,” I nodded. “But seeing as the Venus Serum stimulates your feminine hormones, it works best when inserted vaginally. There are treatments that work this way.” I had no idea if there were. I was a chemist, not a doctor. “And it is perfectly safe. It is the same chemical as the injection. The suppository will dissolve in your pussy. We expect the changes to be slower through this method, but they will happen.”

She stared down at her form. “Director Steffen said I would get a promotion if I did this. He didn’t mention anything about the…side-effects.”

“He was supposed to,” I growled. I had talked to him on the phone just two days ago on Monday. Like he promised, the FDA gave approval to fast track the Venus Serum for market. “You have to sign willingly. No one’s making you do it.”

She bit her lip again. “And I really will be beautiful?”

I nodded my head.

She looked around at the other women all signing, their pens scratching as they initialed and scrawled their names, turning through the legal documents. There were florescent arrows stuck to the documents in each spot that required their attention.

She initialed twice, signed at the bottom, flipped the page.

“Excellent,” I said, Carter gathering up the papers. He was a docile man, dosed with a modified version of the bimbo serum that turned men into wimpy, obedient betas. Alice enjoyed that one, using it on all her boy toys. “Let’s get started. Maria and July, you first.”

“Me,” Maria asked, glancing at the form picked up by Carter.

“You can still back out,” I told her, heading to the door. July already followed. Her tights, stretched over fat thighs, whisked as she bustled to me, an eager smile on her plump face. I opened it, and July squeezed past. I stared at Maria. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. You didn’t sign a binding contract saying you had to take the treatment.”

She swallowed, took a deep breath, and nodded. She stood up, her chins wobbling, and hurried after us into the lab. In there were two simple hospital beds. I glanced at the computer monitors, making sure the cameras were up and running.

“Okay, ladies, strip naked,” I told them, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. “Don’t be shy. Your bodies are about to be transformed. Once you’ve changed, you won’t care about a little nudity.”

“Naked, really?” Maria groaned, shivering.

“Do you want to be beautiful?” July asked, pulling off her hideous cat sweater. Her blonde hair bounced about her shoulders. “I do.” She wore a cream camisole beneath, fabric thin, her black bra bleeding through. Both came off. She did not have an attractive body. But everything would be different.

In moments, she was naked and sitting on the bed, shivering.

Maria sighed as I grabbed a tray and placed two plastic cups on it, each holding one of the suppositories. They were thick, twice the size of a lima bean, and an off-white color with specks of orange. A production code was stamped across the top of the suppository.

When I returned, Maria was also naked. “Okay, Ladies, bend over the beds so I can administer the treatment.”

“You are going to…put them in us?” Maria groaned. “Really? I can do it myself.”

“Are you going to bitch about everything?” July snapped, rolling off the bed and bending over it. “Shove it in, Dr. Jackman. I’m ready to be perfect!”

I pushed the pill into her hairy pussy. She was actually wet, excited for this. She groaned, wiggling her hips. I stepped back, watching her. She didn’t show any immediate signs anything was happening. Just as I suspected. It would take longer to reach saturation in her bloodstream and change her body.

But that was fine. So long as it changed her.

“So, Maria, you want this or not? It’s okay. This isn’t for everyone. Get dressed, and I’ll have Carter walk you out. And remember, you signed an NDA.”

She glanced at the door, bit her lip, then she stripped naked as fast as she could. It was like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. The same logic behind ripping off a bandaid as fast as possible to get it over with. I moved to her, picking up the pill as she bent over her bed. She, too, had a hairy twat, her pussy hidden.

I brought the pill to her pussy, pushing it in. She was tight, her pussy hole narrow. My finger barely fit. I forced the pill in. Curious why she was so tight, I spread her pussy lips opened and… She had a ring of flesh around her pussy’s entrance. It was open in the center, thick enough for a tampon to penetrate. I blinked. She had a hymen. It had almost vanished, but there were still remnants of it.

A thick cock would rip it apart.

“You’re a virgin?” I asked Maria.

“Yes,” she groaned. “I’m just so fat, I never really cared about sex. No boys would like me.”

“Trust me, they will once we’re done. Director Steffen’s going to love you.”

She squirmed her fat ass. It jiggled.

I peeled off my gloves and waited. Both girls remained bent over, biting their lips. July let out a little whimper, then a wanton moan that tingled my dick. Her hips wiggled more and more. I glanced at Maria.

Juices matted her bush. She had been dry when I inserted the suppository.

“How do you feel, Maria?” I asked, glancing at my watch. It had already been five minutes.

“I’m feeling hot,” she purred. Her hair did not look so dull. “I…” A shiver ran through her. “Yes, I’m feeling hot. Definitely hot.”

“No wonder you had us take off our clothes, Dr. Jackman,” July said, her voice breathy. “Oh, my body is just burning. I would have stripped naked to get cool. Ooh, yes. Nekkid!”

“That’s the suppository working as intended,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“It’s making my pussy so wet and itchy,” moaned Maria. “Oh, wow, I feel so different.”

Her body rippled. It was happening. I groaned, pulling out my cock. I wanted to feel her pussy change first hand. I pressed up against her virgin twat and thrust. The remnants of her hymen tore with ease. I buried into her.

“Mr. Jackman!” she gasped, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “What are you…? Oh… Oh… Oh, wow… That’s nice!”

Her hips undulated. Her body rippled more and more. The fat melted off of her. Her skin tightened, waist shrinking. Her thighs grew slimmer, the folds around her stomach becoming taught skin. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter on my dick. The flesh inside rippled about my shaft. Her back arched while her shoulders narrowed.

She looked over her shoulder. The extra chins had vanished, the fat gone from her cheeks. Her lips grew plumper. The color of her skin went from a sallow brown to a rich, golden hue. Her ass grew curvy, like an heart, still plump and wide, but in a sexy, Latina fashion.

“Oh, wow, I feel so hot. And your cock feels so yummy in me, Dr. Jack.”

“Jackman,” I groaned.

“Look, July, I have the doctor’s dick in me! I’m not a virgin any longer.”

“Oh, wow,” July gasped, standing up. The fat blonde had transformed into a bombshell of big tits and hot curves. Her legs long. The thick bush vanished from her pussy, leaving her vulva bare and tight and glistening with her arousal. “And look at me. I have big, hot boobies!”

“Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my cock. The virgin bimbo’s tight pussy clenched down on it. “They are just scrumptious.”

Maria moaned, her body shuddering as I slammed into her once pure depths. My groin smacked into her ass. She jiggled and rippled. Her pussy clenched down even tighter on my dick as she let out a happy moan.

I drew back and her hips wiggled, stirring my cock through her hot depths. I thrust into the Latina beauty, smacking that ass again. It was so sexy watching her golden-brown cheeks ripple. My hands stroked her supple back.

“Oh, fuck me, Dr. Jack! Pound my pussy! Oh, this is the best. So much bester than masturbation. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! I have a doctor dick in me!”

“You do,” July moaned, racing over, holding her big tits. They overflowed her flesh, her nipples fat and pink. She would be perfect for Mark, one of my investors. He had asked for another bimbo to have as a wife. “And look at my boobies. Aren’t these the bestest boobies you ever seen, Maria?”

The blonde bimbo thrust her tits over the bed, bending over and pushing them into Maria’s face. “I’m not really a good judge on boobies.”

“But look at them.” July wiggled them in her hands, her nipples inches before Maria’s face. “Aren’t they the bestest, biggest, roundest boobies you ever seen?”

“They’re great,” I grunted, slamming into Maria, pleasure racing down my dick.

“Yes, they’re big boobies,” moaned Maria. “Oh, he’s fucking me so hard. This is the best. Amazing. I love being fucked. Oh, why didn’t I ever fuck anyone?”

“Now everyone will fuck you,” I grunted, my balls thwacking into her clit. She kept shuddering, her pussy clenching on my dick. The friction surged pleasure down to my balls.

“Mmm, such good boobies,” July said, pressing them into Maria’s face. “Feel how soft they are. How hard my nipples are.”

Maria let out a purr and latched onto a nipple. The Latina bimbo sucked hard, her head shaking, spilling gorgeous, dark-brown hair about her shoulders. It had a natural curl that her lank hair had lacked before. She sucked loudly, her hands grasping July’s pale tits.

I groaned at the sight. Bimbos were so amazing. My dick slammed over and over into Maria’s wet cunt. Her silky flesh caressed my dick. Pleasure shot through me. I grabbed her hips, grunting, her asscheeks rippling.

My balls boiling.

“Yes, yes, suck her nipple, you bimbo slut. You’re going to be Director Steffen’s slut from now on. It’s your new job. He’s going to fuck you all the time.”

Maria moaned about July’s nipple, sucking harder. Her pussy clenched on my dick. July giggled. “I think she likes it, Dr. Jackman. Oh, fuck her. Then fuck me! My pussy is so hot and wet and itchy and yummy.”

“Yes,” I grunted.

Pleasure raced down my dick. The crown ached in Maria’s depths. She was a bimbo now. She would crave dicks. And mine was the first one to ever penetrate her depths. My balls tightened. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to flooding the slut.

“Suck on my nipple,” July moaned. “Oh, I feel it down in my pussy. Oh, Dr. Jackman, oh, I’m so wet. Fuck her faster. I need your cock in my pussy. It’s so wet and horny and…and… I don’t know. So many words. Too many. Fuck me!”

“I will,” I grunted. “Once I dump my cum into Maria.”

Her lips popped off July’s breasts. “Yes, yes, yes, dump your cum in me. Fill me with all your hot, nasty cum. I need it, Dr. Frank. I need to be filled with it. So much naughty cum.” She giggled. “Cum. What a funny word.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” I groaned, my cock sliding through her tight depths. “Cum.”

Her brown eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s such a smarty idea! I…I… Yes!”

She came. Almost like me telling her to had triggered it. Her pussy writhed about my dick. The pleasure increased. I slammed my cock into her milking depths. I grunted as I drew back, her pussy sucking at my cock, begging for my cum.

My balls tightened. I slammed into her depths.

And creamed her.

“Fuck,” I grunted as my jizz fired out of my cock. “Take it. Take my cum!”

“I can feel it! Deep, deep inside me. Splashing in me. Oh, yes! He’s cumming in me! He’s making a baby in me!”

“Lucky,” gasped July. “I want a baby from Dr. Jackman. I want his cock in me spurting babies into my pussy.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, the pleasure boiling my mind. I shuddered as I fired off the last blast into her virgin, fertile depths. I groaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I held onto this pleasure as long as I could.

My back arched as I gripped her hips. Stars danced before me even though my eyes were closed. I drew back and shuddered as I slammed in again. I panted, the pleasure receding. I buzzed with bliss.

I just fucked a virgin bimbo.

“That was so amazing!” squealed Maria. “Oh, mother god! Oh, wow, that was wonderful. Did you see me? I fucked for the firstest time! And it was sooooo hot! Oh, he filled me with so much babies. I’m so preggers.”

“You’re not pregnant,” I groaned. “It doesn’t work like that. I just filled you with seed. It has to fertilize your egg.”

“I’m not preggers?” she asked as I pulled out of her.

“No,” I groaned. “You’re not.”

“Oh,” she sighed. “But it would be so hot.”

July nodded her head. Then she raced around the table, her big tits bouncing. “My turn, Dr. Frank. Pump all your babies into me.”

“It’s just cum,” I protested. “No babies.”

“Really?” she asked.

“You know what cum taste like, right?”

She nodded her head. “I used to hate it, but now I’m sure I’ll love how salty it tastes.” She stretched out on the exam table, her big tits forming lush mounds. She spread her legs, her pussy hairless and dripping. “Now pump me full of babies. I’m so hot down there! So itching. You fucked Maria. S’not fair if you don’t fuck me.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. Bimbos were right some of the time.

“I’ll prove it’s only cum,” I groaned. “Maria, sit on her face. Then you lick my cum out of her pussy, July.”

“I get to ride her face?” Maria squealed. “Yay!”

“Yippee!” July added, licking her lips.

Maria bounded onto the bed with surprising dexterity, her large tits heaving. The Latina bimbo straddled July’s face, lowering her pussy to the blonde’s waiting lips. Maria gasped as July took her first lick, her pink tongue sliding through Maria’s shaved folds.

“See, that’s cum in there,” I said, climbing onto the exam table. It creaked and groaned. It wasn’t meant to hold three people having sex on it. “Can you taste it?”

“Well it is white and salty,” July said. “Are you sure it’s cum? I really like it. And her pussy… Oh, it’s so sweet.”

“I’m positive. Remember, I’m a doctor.”

“Yes, yes, Dr. Jack,” clapped Maria, squirming her pussy, grinding on July’s face. “Fuck her and make her preggers. And you, July, lick my pussy and eat all his cum out of me. Help get me preggers, too!”

I shook my head as I brought my cock to July’s pussy. It was too much effort to explain to Maria. And I would much rather expend that energy on fucking July’s pussy. I rubbed my cock on her wet folds. The blonde moaned, humping her hips, eager to be penetrated as she tongued Maria’s pussy.

Licking my cum out of the Hispanic bimbo’s cunt.

“Damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. A year ago, I never would have believed this was possible. And now it was a reality.

I thrust my hips. My cock slammed into the bimbo’s hot pussy. She squealed into Maria’s cunt, licking faster, harder. I groaned,watching her pink tongue flick through the folds as the Hispanic bimbo squirmed, cupping her big breasts.

July’s pussy tightened on my dick as I slammed in deep. I grunted with each thrust. My back arched. It was so hot being buried into her pussy. The pleasure rippled down my cock as I pumped away. I groaned and grunted, driving my dick so deep into her snatch. My back arched. My head snapped back.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned the bimbo. “Oh, you’re fucking your baby stick so deep into me. Make me preggers, Dr. Jackman.”

“Dr. Jack,” gasped Maria. “Get his name right, you naughty slut.”

I groaned, my dick throbbing, not caring what they called me. My balls smacked into July’s taint. I had a room full of volunteers to test. To fuck. This would be such a great day. New bimbos to break in and enjoy.

My balls boiled. July’s pussy was so tight and silky. It sucked at my cock as I drew back, eager for my cum. She moaned between her licks, shuddering as I fucked her hard. My hands stroked her legs as I leaned over and buried my face into Maria’s golden-brown boobs.

She hugged my head as I rubbed my cheeks between them. They were so soft and pillowy on my face. My dick throbbed in July’s depths. I groaned, thrusting harder and harder, forcing my cock deeper and deeper into her snatch.

“Yes, yes, suck on my boobies, Dr. Jack, and make July preggers, too!”

“Yes,” I groaned, squeezing both her big, soft tits as my lips kissed at the slopes. “Oh, fuck. Oh, yes!”

The bed rocked as I pounded the blonde bimbo. Her moans grew louder and louder as she devoured Maria. The Hispanic bimbo loved it. She squirmed and ground on July’s mouth. Her moans burst through the room. They echoed.

Then July squealed and came. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She bucked hard. I lifted my face from Maria’s tits, my back arching. Hot, tight, enhanced cunt writhed and massaged my cock. My balls boiled. My hips thrust forward.

“Fuck!” I groaned and exploded into her tight pussy. The rapture shivered out of me. My eyes fluttered. “Jesus, bimbos are so much fun to fuck.”

“Make me preggers!” gasped July.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Maria gasped, clapping her hands together as she squirmed, cumming, too.

“I’m not making you pregnant,” I groaned. Were they on the pill? “Probably not.”

“Preggers!” giggled Maria.

“Let Director Steffen make you preggers,” I groaned, my pleasure peaking. My dick erupted the final time. “Fuck, he’s your new boss. Let him breed you.”

“Yay!” giggled Maria. “I work for him. Does that mean I fuck him?”

“Yep,” I panted, pulling my cock out of July’s pussy. My seed ran out, dribbling down to her ass. Maybe I should breed one of my bimbo wives. Janet or Donna…

“Do I work for Director…guy?” July asked, her lips smeared with pussy cream and cum.

“No, you’re married to Mark. He’s a great guy. He’s going to pick you up soon.”

“I’m married?” July blinked. “Wooooow. I had no idea.”

“Congratulations,” Maria said, then fell over the blonde bimbo and buried her face into messy pussy.

Congratulations, bimbo style.

I shivered. Carter stood in the room, quiet, submissive, not making a noise. He wasn’t even hard. “Send the next two in,” I grinned. “Let them see the results.”

The two bimbos were frantically eating each other’s pussy.

“Actually, sir, you and your wife, Alice, received an invitation to Senator Murphy’s fundraiser in Washington D.C. It’s in a few weeks. She is eager to talk to you. She thinks BT Chemicals will be vital for Indiana, and she wants to make sure we have everything we need.”

“Great,” I grinned. “Let’s get through the rest of the test subjects, then I’ll go tell Alice the good news.”

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

Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

I pumped my hips, slamming the thick dildo into Annalee’s asshole. My bimbo sex slave moaned and gasped as she knelt on the floor of my office. Her head tossed back and forth. Her asscheeks rippled with every impact.

“Fuck me, Ms Savage,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Fuck my naughty ass! I deserve it! Oh, yes! I’m such a horrible cunt! Yes, I am. But I want to be a goody tushy!”

“Goody two shoe,” I grunted. “Dumb bimbo.”

The door to my office opened. My assistant, Melissa, walked in, her red hair spilling about her shoulders. She didn’t bat an eye at the scene. She was used to my proclivities. I had used this strap-on on her more than once. She always loved it.

“Ms. Savage. A new text from our spy at BT Chemical. The pussy suppository test was a success.”
“Fuck!”

“Worse, it appears that Frank and Alice have been invited to Delilah’s fundraiser in a few weeks.”

My hips stopped fucking. “What? Why would she invite them?”

“The invitation said that BT Chemicals is an important business in Indiana, and she wants to make sure it succeeds.”

“That fucking bitch! She’s cutting me out!” I gave my secretary a look, an idea popping into my head. “I was invited to the gala?”

“Of course. It’s on your schedule.”

I ripped my dildo out of Annalee’s ass. “Slave, go into your corner and don’t listen to anything we talk about.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, crawling across the floor. She actually wouldn’t listen. Somehow, despite the fact she should hear what we say, she wouldn’t remember a word of it. That was how much she believed the corner dampened sound.

“We have plans to make,” I growled. Plans too delicate to let my bimbo slave overhear. Not that Annalee would betray me on purpose. But I couldn’t take any chances.

Not with something this illegal.

To be continued…

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The Princess of Wales is kidnapped by African Freedom Fighters

No one noticed the unmarked Rolls-Royce leave the side entrance of Buckingham
Palace; it was an everyday event.

Behind the blacked out windows, the young, blonde Princess of Wales sat in
apparent serenity. It was the pose she wanted her driver and Scotland Yard guard
to see; any hint of nerves and they would have cancelled the trip. No chances
were being taken, not after what had happened eighteen months ago.

She wondered what they would think if they knew how her insides were churning;
how the anticipation was making her pussy bubble with sticky cream? What would
they say if they knew that their darling Princess; their media queen, was really
a cock-craving, cum-guzzling bitch with an definite passion for black cock and
rough sex?

Her watch said eleven-fifteen; another thirty minutes, she thought, then she
would be free; free from their watchful eyes, free from their protection, free
to indulge in her newly discovered passions and perversions.

Thank God for Mandy, she thought. What would I do without her? She checked her
watch again. Her Scotland Yard guard noted her impatience but paid it no mind;
security was his game and he was damn sure nothing like what had happened was
going to occur while he had the watch.

The Princess extracted a compact from her purse and checked her makeup. She saw
the brightness in her eyes, the suppressed lust, and she wondered if what Mandy
had arranged had been done so without arousing Scotland Yard’s curiosity? It had
to be, her demanding body screamed. It just had to be.

Mandy had received the call only an hour ago; the Princess would be pleased to
visit her college roommate; security would have searched the flat, and the
surrounding area and staked out the adjacent homes for any suspicious
characters. What they didn’t know is that Mandy was already aware that she was
going to have a visitor. Her ‘friends’ were in the attached building, and the
moment security walked out of the flat, they would casually walk across the
eight inch window ledge – four stories up – to Mandy’s flat and hide in the
closet. Later, after she departed, they would sneak back the same way. No one
would be the wiser.

The ‘arrangement’ consisted of two big, black American Marines, Mandy had said;
Embassy Guards. Hugely hung; one who had never touched a white woman before.
What would their reaction be to fucking the next Queen of England? Appreciation,
she hoped. She squeezed her thighs together as a secret shiver ran up her spine,
causing her juicy cunt to dribble. She took a deep breath, thankful that she’d
remembered to wear a Kotex pad. Her cunt got so sopping when she thought of big
cocks, she’d most definitely would stain her suit and the seat, too.

The big Rolls circled Picidilly Square, passing the cavernous underground garage
of St. Mark’s Hospital. The Princess stared at it as they passed. That’s where
it all happened, where it all began; the most terrifying, most thrilling
forty-eight hours of her life. Idly, she wondered how they had managed to cover
it up? After all, the kidnapping of the Princess of Wales was major headline
news, but not a word had been printed, and according to Scotland Yard, only a
small, select few actually knew what had happened. Of course it was all
deniable; the terrorists were all dead, killed by an action team from the SAS;
the Special Air Service.

Sadly, she remembered them; the terror they had provoked in her, and the
fantastic pleasures they had ultimately given her body with their giant African
cocks; huge and thick as a tree limb, the bulbous pink and purple heads dripping
with thick, rich, white cum-juice. She licked her lips and recalled their
blackness; remembering how the contrast of color; their black against her white,
had dazzled and turned her on so completely, so passionately, that nothing else
mattered except to have their massive pricks in every opening of her delicate
body.

Her stomach tightened and her eyes clamped shut as images of their long,
snake-like, pink tongues flashed in her mind; sliding deep in her pussy, down
her throat, up her ass.

She squirmed and squeezed the armrest with a power no-one would have believed
she possessed and re-crossed her shapely legs, pressing her thighs together,
cutting off the oozing flow of cunt-cream from her incredibly hot pussy.

What a terrible waste, she thought. Poor Jumo, and Mentu, and her sweet
surprise, Kunta. The magnificent Chaka. All dead. Their big, beautiful Kaffir
cocks lost to her forever. They were all gone, but they had forever changed her
life.

She rested her head and let her mind wander backwards in time. It had been a day
very much like today, she thought; spring-like, but still overcast; the sky
uncertain of its ultimate direction. Arrangements for her annual physical at St.
Mark’s had been made and she arrived promptly on time; a doctor – black – was
waiting to greet her. Her driver and guard were the first out of the car, and as
they opened her door, she watched in horror as the doctor pulled a gun and shot
both men. They were dead before they hit the ground.

Her mind registered that the gun was silent and she remembered screaming, or
trying to; she wasn’t sure, things became very jumbled then. Men in ski-masks
grabbed her and roughly pushed her back into the car. She was thrown down, her
face pressed hard to the floor; a gun to her head.

She remembered the terror that ran through her body; a cold, vileness that she
could smell and taste. She remembered her shame as her bladder threatened to
desert her.

Strong hands pinned her down and harsh garlic breath assailed her nose as a
voice from hell told her to keep quiet and be still. Or else! Her hands and feet
were tied painfully tight and she was gagged on an evil smelling piece of cloth.
Another covered her eyes, blacking out almost every trace of light.

The darkness intensified her terror as the car zig-zagged through the streets,
then up a ramp where it screeched to a halt. She didn’t know it at the time;
they had driven the car into a large lorry – a moving van – and calmly drove
away, eventually finding their way to a deserted warehouse on the London docks.

They handled her with disregard; half dragging, half carrying her up a flight of
metal stairs. She was pushed from behind and fell heavily on a smelly mattress,
the air rushing painfully from her lungs. Her wrists and ankles screamed as the
ropes cut into her soft skin. Thick fingers fumbled with her blindfold.

“Be careful what you see, Princess. We don’t want to have to kill you.” The
voice was deep, resonant, and the words made all the more chilling by casual
manner of delivery. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the harsh light
that shined directly into her face. Four men surrounded her; big men. Black men.
She knew that from their bare hands and the slits in their ski-masks baring
their flat noses and big lips.

The biggest man, the one with the chilling voice, knelt beside her. His eyes
traveled the length of her body lingering on her exposed camisole – her jacket
had been pulled open – and the large expanse of uncovered thigh made visible by
her disheveled skirt. He was smiling. Slowly, he reached out and tugged her
skirt down below her stocking tops. Bile welled up in her throat and she felt
her body flush with shame and embarrassment as he touched her. Her mind reeled
at the indignities she would suffer at their hands, and in a fit of mental
defiance she vowed not to give them a instant of reaction. Whatever happened,
she would remain like stone; an unmoving, unfeeling, inert object. Do your
damndest, her mind screamed at them; you’d do better jerking off.

The big man seem to read her mind. “You will not be molested, Your highness. It
would be counter-productive to our goals,” he said quietly. “Your
accommodations,” he waved his hand around the loft, “may not be what you’re use
to but under the circumstances I’m sure you understand.

“Your release, I’m sure, will be swift and you will have the benefit of knowing
that this small detour will enrich the freedom fighters of our country.”

Her screams of rebuke were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Outraged, she
struggled against her binds, unaware that her thrashing about widened the gap of
her jacket and rode her skirt up over her nylon tops, baring naked flesh. This
time, the big man made no attempt to cover her up.

“Yes, I know,” he said, not unkindly, “It’s hell for the Princess Royal to be
treated thusly; a pawn in the game of international struggle, but so be it.
Please do try to make your time with us as tolerable as possible.”

He stood up and pulled her roughly to her feet. Her feet stumbled and he caught
her in his strong arms. Her body pressed tightly against his. Involuntarily, she
gasped and her eyes widened in amazement as his cock pushed hard against her
stomach. It was huge!

Looking deeply into her eyes he forced the crimson to her cheeks and this time
it had nothing to do with shame or embarrassment. Disconcerted, she turned away,
unable to look at his dark, passionate eyes.

“Take off the ropes,” he said to one of the others, “and then remove her
clothes.”

She screamed behind the gag and angrily threw her body at him; lashing out with
her foot. Nimbly, he stepped aside.

“I love a woman with spirit,” he said, “I do not relish this, but it’s a
necessary security measure. The Princess of Wales can not run away if she has no
clothes on, now, can she?”

Two men grabbed her, still kicking and screaming and pulled her away from their
leader. In her mind, that’s how she identified him – their Leader; a big,
powerfully built man, radiating a maleness that was almost tangible. He also has
a great big cock, a horrible little voice told her. She started to kick and
scream even more.

She watched him walk away, out the door, followed by another. His departure
increased the terror; she had somehow sensed that she was safe as long as he was
around, now she was faced with two strangers who didn’t appear to have the big
man’s intelligence, or his rough kindness. Maybe they have big cocks, too, the
horrible little voice said.

Each man had her by an arm. They were chuckling to each other, talking in a
strange foreign language that she couldn’t identify. Oh, God, she thought in
horror, they are going to strip me! Shutting her eyes tightly, she clamped her
thighs together as her skirt and petticoat fell to the ground.

“You have nice legs for a white girl,” she heard one of the men chuckle and the
flush on her body deepened.

“And from the looks of things she’s a real blonde, too,” the other said. Their
laughter made her body go rigid as she tried to shut out the sights and sounds
of her humiliation.

They untied her hands and pulled her jacket off; then the camisole. She was
naked from the waist up. Their foreign ribald commentary followed each item of
clothing to the floor, becoming louder as more of her body was exposed, whooping
when her perky tits were bared. The cold air immediately stiffened her big
nipples. Blushing fiercely, she stood there with her arms covering her panting
chest, with only a flimsy pair of panties, stockings and a garter belt left on
her body. She wished they weren’t so lacy, so sexy, so provocative.

The men were suddenly silent and then, without warning, they yanked her panties
to the ground. She was naked! Exposed! Defiled!

“Ho, Ho, look! A field of golden wheat covers her honey pot, my friend!”

“We should bake bread in her oven!”

The laughter made her tremble with humiliation. They were looking at her; she
knew that, examining every curve, visually exploring every secret nook and
cranny of her slender body. Roughly, her arms were pulled away and she was
completely exposed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to force them
down; to be stoic, strong and unyielding. She failed and her sobs shook her
body, jiggling her tits for all to see.

“I take back what I said,” one of the men said, “you’re a beautiful woman, white
or not. And that blonde pussy of yours makes my cock jump, your Royal Highness,”
he said condescendingly.

Her eyes jumped wide in surprise and shock as his hands encircled her tits; his
big palms completely capturing them, the coarse exteriors raising her nipples to
steely hardness. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his thickening prick into
her stomach. She felt it hard against her flesh. A strange hot chill swept her
body; a perverse excitement, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t stop the hot
tremor that rippled through her shaking body.

The other man snarled something foreign at his companion. Then, still gagged,
she gasped and panted as they pulled her back to the worn mattress and tied her
wrists and ankles to the metal bedstead. They used soft, colored scarfs that
held but didn’t hurt her as much as the ropes. Then, they stood there staring,
devouring her spread-eagle form with their eyes. She knew it was a shameful,
provocative picture; red garter-belt, black hose and heels, her blonde cunt
gaping wide; like something out of a cheap girlie magazine.

Then, in humiliation, she realized she hadn’t even tried to fight them off; just
let them spread her out, obscenely, without raising a finger. She turned her
head away as the tears flowed anew.

She had been too preoccupied with the realization that her pussy was wet!

The men stood off aways, by a window, talking quietly between themselves and
glancing at her every now and then. To gloat, to ogle, or just keep an eye on
her; she wasn’t sure. She blinked the tears away and tried to control her
breathing, and force herself to think. She had been briefed by Scotland Yard on
terrorist tactics; the humiliation and degradation. They did these things to
break down the will to resist. Generally, they didn’t do bodily harm. If, she
thought, if she could just tough it out for a little while longer she would be
rescued and these black scum put behind bars. She was the Princess of Wales, the
next Queen of England! She would be saved!

Her rapid breathing abated and her mind skipped around. black scum? If they were
scum, she thought, why did my pussy get wet? Why did my body react so when I
felt the size of their cocks? She trembled when the horrible little voice
answered her.

She had come to the marriage bed a virgin, well, almost a virgin, if you count
sticky fingers and slender cucumbers; and while not unpleasant, sex with the
Prince of Wales had not been the earth shattering experience she had hoped it
would be. Nice, but far from the wild sex movies and pictures, and stories, she
and her college chums had seen and read about. And Mandy, with her thrilling
accounts of fucking and sucking anonymous black men with huge, massive cocks
pushing into her slender white body, had sown the seed of fantasy that now crept
into her mind.

She drifted for a moment and wondered what it would be like to fuck a hugely
hung black man. Nice white girls from good families didn’t have anything to do
with the black Kaffirs. It was unthinkable; yet the subtlety of color contrast
was seductive. The imaginary image of a fat cock formed behind her closed eyes.
It had the shape and size of the Leader’s. Automatically, she licked her lips
and felt the heat fill her loins. She trembled at the wild, sexiness of the
thought; the total forbidden, secret wonder of it.

And she sighed deeply.

The bed sagged beneath the weight of the man and her eyes leaped open, the
terror of reality instantly back at hand. She tried to wiggle away from him; the
one who had jammed his cock into her stomach and felt her up; the one who had
started these horrible thoughts running through her mind. No, she told herself,
the Leader did that. No, the little voice said, You started them.

He was still wearing his ski mask, but had taken off his shirt. His chest was
thick and muscular, and covered with course, crinkly, hair. He was smiling, but
it was an evil, leering smile; a smile of triumph.

She stared, wide-eyed, as his hand gently stoked her bare leg. His touch was
hot, but she shivered. Fear or anticipation?

“Comfortable, Your Highness?” he asked, his hand resting hotly just above her
knee, inches away from her exposed pussy. Growling through the gag, she tried to
squeeze her thighs together, petrified that he would see the moisture clinging
to her silky bush.

“Good! We want to make your stay with us a happy one.”

His hand traveled higher; his touch like fire, the arrogant smile more evident.
“My friend and I have had a long conversation on how to make you happy. We think
we have found a way.” He stuck his tongue out; long, thick, and sharply pointed,
and wiggled it obscenely at her. She screamed behind the gag and tugged
powerfully at her constraints; her body thrashing about, tits jiggling, hips
moving, paradoxically, in a wanton, arousing fashion.

“Yes, Princess, fight!” he laughed. “A woman of spirit is much valued in my
country, but don’t wear yourself out. My tongue will give you great pleasure,
but you don’t want to be too tired to enjoy it, now, do you?”

For a big man, he moved cat-like, positioning himself between her twisting legs,
his strong, rough hands clamping on her churning hips, pinning them to the
mattress. Her eyes bulged in horrid fascination as his tongue darted in and out
of his mouth like a cobra’s. It was the longest tongue she had ever seen.
Horrified, she watched his head dip between her thighs. A blinding flash of
vivid color exploded in her brain as his tongue shot deep into her open pussy
like a hot spear. Her head reared back, blonde hair flying, and her hips arched
up as an unexpected electric shock coursed, hotly, through her body. The binds
strained as she hurled herself against them.

Viper-like, his tongue turned and twisted deep inside her cunt, rasping against
the oily walls of her pussy, stoking the smoldering embers of fantasy into a
roaring fire. Her eyes rolled to the whites, and her fists and toes clenched as
he sucked on her clit. Bolts of terrible excitement flashed in her brain, sweat
broke out on her forehead, and huge goosebumps rose on her flesh. Her traitorous
body was reacting on its own, flooding her cunt with rich pussycream, sending
horrible spurts of blinding pleasure to her brain, raising her sensory system to
heights never before felt.

Tremors racked her body as his tongue flicked wildly in and out of her sopping
pussy; over her tortured clit, driving her wild with undeniable pleasures. Her
hips pushed hotly against his thrusting mouth. Through slited eyes she saw his
large black hands slither up, over her body, kneading the soft, yielding flesh
of her stomach, her asscheeks; cupping and squeezing her heaving tits, tweaking
the hard, round nipples; the rough touch of his forbidden color adding fuel to
the hot fires of hell that raged in her body.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of her feverish brain she saw herself and felt
the reactions of her body; the wondrous, forbidden pleasures were identifiable,
each with it’s own unique thrill. Never had she felt this way. Never had she
received such unbounded pleasure. Never had she found herself on the edge of a
terrifying abyss, wanting to leap into its beckoning darkness. She saw her own
lust, huge and untapped, still shackled, straining to be released. And she saw
their blackness, their forbidden color and her mind erupted with fascination,
passion, and lust.

A kaleidoscope of swirling colors flashed brilliantly behind her closed eyes.
Her brain threatened to explode as a huge surge of searing pleasure crashed over
her body, stunning her with its force and burning intensity. Her body arched
into a bow, hips churning and twisting franticly; her arms strained. Suddenly,
her left arm was free and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face
deep into her throbbing cunt, humping her hips against the rasp of his beard,
smearing his face with her flowing juices, straining to survive the mammoth
climax that shook her body with violent tremors.

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Day Five At The Resort

The Morning After The Toga Party

I awoke the next morning feeling very good. Last night for me had been an evening of very enjoyable and controlled sex and my body felt terrific. I realized that I was alone in my bed and when I looked over at the other bed I saw that Biff had joined my son Jerry and his new bride Joannie in their bed. Joannie was riding Biff’s cock while her husband fucked her in the ass. They were trying to be quiet and Joannie was not her normal vocal self. She grunted softly as the two cocks pounded her holes and they fucked until they all came.

I slipped out of bed and went to take a shower leaving the three of them still coupled to each other in the other bed. I was enjoying the warm shower letting the water cascade over my body when Joannie came in and joined me.

“I am so full of cum. I don’t know where Biff gets it all. He is like a cum manufacturing machine,” Joannie said with a giggle.

“Yes he is quite amazing,” I confirmed.

Joannie washed cum out of both her pussy and her ass as we showered together. Joannie then turned her attention to me and began to soap and wash my body.

“Let’s wash each other,” she said.

I began to soap her up and wash her as she ran her hands all over my body. We washed each others tits, ass and pussies. We fingered each other and rubbed each other’s clit. Joannie taught me what she called the bowling ball grip. Joannie reached under my cunt and inserted her middle finger in my soapy asshole then she put her thumb in my pussy. Joannie would flex her thumb in my cunt rubbing my clit with the back of her thumb as her middle finger probed my bung hole.

Joannie had me follow her lead so I put my middle finger in her ass and my thumb in her pussy. We stood in the shower finger fucking each other and then with our free hand played with each other’s tits. “Don’t you just love this?” Joannie asked.

She was so sexually charged that her energy passed through my body as well. Soon we both came on the other’s hand with the shower water washing our juices away. We hugged after our orgasm as much to steady ourselves as to embrace one another. We dried off after the shower and walked naked back into the bedroom. I had become totally comfortable with being naked all the time. There in the room on the bed, my son Jerry was on all fours as Biff fucked him in the ass.

“Oh man this feels good; I forgot how good your cock feels in my ass. Fill me up with your jizm. Oh how I have missed this the past few days!” Jerry exclaimed.

Biff kept pounding Jerry’s ass as he milked Biff’s dick with his ass muscles. Joannie and I stood there naked holding each other and watched them until Biff unloaded in Jerry’s ass. As I had seen before Jerry collapsed on the bed and Biff’s impressive cock slipped from his stretched asshole. Cum bubbled out of his ass and ran down my son’s legs over his balls.

Biff and Jerry then showered and we all dressed and went to breakfast. We arrived later than usual so we agreed to make this a brunch and skip lunch today. We ran into Lori, Nancy, Dan and Dave all who joined us at our table. We had our meals and agreed to meet later on the nude beach. We stopped back at our room to change into our tees and shorts, although they wouldn’t be on long and headed down to the beach.

We set up eight lounge chairs and awaited the arrival of the other group. Lori, Nancy, Dave and Dan arrived shortly afterwards and this time removed all of their clothes without hesitation. They pulled up their chairs and started talking with us. Lori and Nancy shared with us how much they enjoyed the female sex with Joannie last night. Then Dave and Dan talked about fucking Joannie’s ass and what a turn on it was for them. It was the first time they had fucked anyone in the ass.

“So it was a first for each of you and you can thank Joannie for that,” said Biff.

Joannie stood up to a mock applause and bowed to each of them wiggling her shapely ass. Everyone laughed at her and then we got back to our conversations. Lori shared with us that she and Nancy got it on together this morning. They coupled in a 69 position and ate each other’s pussy until they came.

“Wow that’s great, I told you that you would like it and now you have something else to add to your swing sessions,” Joannie complimented them and then challenged, “Anytime you want to eat my pussy just let me know.”

Lori and Nancy both blushed and Lori replied, “Maybe later.”

The group was interested in learning more about our situation and how it came that we traveled together and fucked each other. I looked at Biff, Jerry and Joannie with a where do we start look.

Jerry jumped in and said, “Probably a little background first before we tell you about our relationship. Let me take you back to our college days.”

Jerry quickly covered the initial relationship with Marilyn, Biff and himself. Then he moved it along to when he and Joannie started dating and when Biff was brought into that relationship. Jerry explained in great detail the various copulations that he, Joannie and Biff engaged in. He talked about how great it was when Biff fucked him in the ass while Joannie sucked on his cock and when he sucked on Biff’s cock as Joannie fucked him in the ass with her strap-on dildo.

Joannie jumped into the conversation and said how she loved to be double and triple fucked. She loved Biff’s cock in her ass, pussy and mouth while Jerry was using another hole. Joannie explained how Jerry fucked her ass as he hand fucked her pussy with the dildo and Biff filled her mouth with his cock.

Biff explained that sometimes he could talk his date into joining them and then they had foursomes. The three of them had always loved group sex and experimented with bi-sexuality. Originally they planned to bring a fourth person on the honeymoon before Marla had entered the picture. But once she joined in it was only fitting that she be fourth.

Lori, Nancy, Dave and Dan were speechless as they listened to the Jerry, Joannie and Biff tell their story. They sat there stunned for a few minutes before Dan spoke.

“I knew all of you were into the group thing but man you are really wild,” Dan sighed and then looked at Jerry and asked, “Did you really enjoy fucking and sucking cocks?”

“Absolutely and I still do,” answered Jerry and then asked, “How about you guys, ever have your cocks sucked by a guy, ever fucked a guy’s ass? Want to give it a try?”

Dan and Dave looked at each other quizzically and then Dan said, “I don’t know I have never given it a thought.”

“Me either!” said Dave.

“You guys should give it a shot,” chimed in Biff, “I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”

“Yeah you should try it and it looks like you guys are already sporting a woody,” Joannie added.

It was true, Dave and Dan had erections. All this talk about sex had gotten them excited. Still they weren’t ready for guy sex yet. Dan and Dave embarrassingly put their hands in their laps trying to discreetly mask their erections.

Lori changed the focus by asking me how I got involved with Biff, Joannie and my own son Jerry. I explained to the group how I had spied on them. First I watched Jerry suck Biff’s cock and then I watched Biff fuck Jerry in the ass. After that I looked forward to spying on them. The next time I watched them Joannie was with them. I watched Joannie suck Jerry’s cock as he sucked Biff’s. Then they double fucked Joannie with Biff in her pussy and Jerry in her ass. Later Biff fucked Joannie in the ass while she sucked on Jerry’s cock. Finally Jerry fucked Joannie in the ass as Biff fucked him in the ass.

“My God Marla, how did you ever stay quiet during those sessions? I would have had my hand buried in my pussy and I would have had very vocal orgasms.” Lori asked.

“Well I tried to be quiet and wait until I was alone in my bedroom to masturbate,” I replied.

“Yeah but she wasn’t as quiet as she thought and I caught her looking at us,” Biff quipped.

I went on with the story and told everyone how Biff had seduced me poolside. Then I told them how Joannie had joined Biff and I in my bedroom and how she introduced me to female sex. I told everyone how Joannie had walked me through my first anal sex with Biff’s big dick stretching me to new proportions. I explained the next time I was together with Biff and Joannie how my son Jerry had snuck in and fucked me in the ass while Joannie was eating my pussy and Biff was fucking my face. Then I told them about my first double fuck with Biff in my pussy and Jerry in my ass.

“After that first foursome with these three, we continued having group sex together. I agreed to join them on this honeymoon and you know the rest,” I concluded the story.

“That is some story and if that was supposed to relax me a little, it didn’t work,” said Dan sporting a full erection.

“Ditto,” said Dave in the same state.

“Come on you guys I can help you out,” offered Jerry as he stood, grabbed some lotion and walked toward the nude Jacuzzi.

“Go on guys, I guarantee that you won’t be disappointed,” urged Biff.

“Yes go on it sounds so hot,” Lori encouraged them.

Dan and Dave had mixed feelings. It would be a first with a guy but they were so horny at this point that they agreed. They tried to appear reluctant but one could tell they were a little curious and excited. They stood up and draped towels over there shoulders with the long ends covering their crotch as they followed Jerry over to the nude Jacuzzi area. Jerry was headed to the same area where he had fucked and sucked Michelle and Brandy the other day.

Lori jumped up and said excitedly, “I have to see this!”

Nancy didn’t say anything but she followed Lori. Biff, Joannie and I all remained behind in our chairs. They were all gone for no more than a half hour. When they returned Dave and Dan had a flushed, embarrassed look on their faces and Jerry was all smiles. Lori and Nancy appeared disillusioned.

“Well how did it go?” Biff asked them as casually as if he were asking about a game of horseshoes.

Dave and Dan just blushed but Jerry offered, “They were great. Dan fucked my ass and I sucked Dave’s cock. They filled me up with cum.” With that said Jerry took off for the ocean to wash off and cool down.

Lori said, “That was so hot to watch three guys together. I never thought that I would see anything like that in person. My pussy is on fire right now.”

“Mine too,” added Nancy, “It was really exciting to watch them. Jerry looks just like a girl when you can’t see his cock.”

“Come on girls. Let’s swim out to the raft and I’ll put out those fires in your pussies,” Joannie offered and then headed for the ocean.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged Lori and Nancy, “Just follow her lead,”

Lori, Nancy and Joannie swam out to the raft together. Biff, Dan, Dave and I remained in our chairs. Soon Jerry came back out of the water and rejoined the group. I explained to Dan and Dave what was about to take place on the raft. They turned their chairs toward the water so they could see the action.

When they reached the raft Lori and Nancy sat on the edge and Joannie began to work her magic. First her face was between Lori’s legs and then apparently after Lori orgasmed, she moved over between Nancy’s legs. As always it was impossible to make out the details but it was obvious that the girls were having their pussies eaten. After Nancy apparently orgasmed, Joannie jumped up on the raft and Lori moved between her legs and began to eat her pussy. It appeared that Nancy sat closer to Joannie and that the two of them were kissing and feeling each other up as Lori ate Joannie’s twat. Then Lori switched places with Nancy and began to kiss Joannie as Nancy hit the water and moved between Joannie’s legs. Eventually Joannie lay back on the raft indicating that she had cum again. The three girls just stretched out of the raft resting.

Dave said, “Man this too much, shit I’m hard again.”

“Yeah, I am too,” admitted Dan.

“Okay guys let’s go, this time you get my ass Dave,” said my son Jerry and he headed back toward the nude Jacuzzi.

Dave and Dan anxiously followed him to their spot. This time there was no apprehension on their part. They definitely wanted to get their rocks off again and they looked forward to another session with Jerry.

The girls swam back from the raft and stood up by us toweling off their shapely naked bodies. I looked at Nancy and for the first time I felt a stirring in my loins. Her petite delicate Japanese figure was so enticing with her small breasts and curvy ass. Her fair skin was accented with her jet black long hair and the black tuft of hair just above her pussy. I knew that I would have her before the day was done.

“Where are the guys?” Lori asked.

“Oh they got horny again and went over there,” I told her and pointed.

“Come on let’s check them out,” said Joannie as she took off across the sand with Lori and Nancy right behind her.

“Well they seem to be enjoying themselves today. How are you doing Marla, horny yet?” Biff asked.

I just laughed and said, “I’m getting there and I think I will ask Nancy to go for a swim when she gets back.”

“Good for you,” he replied.

About 30 minutes later they all returned to our area. My son Jerry was all smiles again as he walked right past us and headed for the ocean. Dave and Dan returned with a more satisfied look on their faces this time. As the three girls approached they made quite a beautiful sight walking naked together. The leggy Joannie with her long blond hair and tan athletic body, Lori the dark hair beauty with her firm fake tits and Nancy the delicate oriental with her mysterious far-east appeal sauntered across the sand toward Biff and I. They did not go unnoticed as many an eye both men and women followed them to their chairs.

“Well guys I must say you overcame your reservations about bi-sexuality rather quickly,” Biff said to Dan and Dave.

Dan replied, “Yes I guess we did. You were right Biff, Jerry has a very talented mouth and fucking him was just like fucking a woman.” “I couldn’t believe how he worked those ass muscles and milked my cock dry!” exclaimed Dave.

All this talk and activity had gotten me hot and I looked out toward the raft and saw that it was vacant. “Come on, Nancy let’s take a swim,” I urged her.

I clearly caught her off guard and she looked surprised. She looked around almost for approval from the others before she got to her feet and joined me.

“Okay, if you want,” Nancy said uncertainly.

The two of us headed toward the water and then slowly swam out to the raft. Once we were near the raft we stopped and swam close to each other. I ran my hands over her delicate body underwater sending chills through her.

“Do you want me to eat you first or do you want to eat me first?” I asked her surprised at my own directness.

Nancy replied, “I’ll do you first. I’m not as hot as you right now but I will be after I eat your pussy.”

I got up on the raft first and spread my legs for Nancy. Nancy moved between her legs and stroked and lightly probed my vulva. I was struggling to contain my desire, and when I felt Nancy tease my secret entrance I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled Nancy to me and tried to get her to lick my sopping wet pussy. But Nancy was not concerned about my urgency and continued at her own pace.

I pushed myself onto Nancy’s face and I knew that this was what I wanted. I needed this beautiful Japanese girl to lick at my sex, to explore me with her tongue, my hidden crevices and taste my juices. Nancy movements were unsure at first, knowing only that she wanted to taste my womanhood. She knew I was encouraged by my murmurs of pleasure that her actions caused.

Nancy had an overwhelming desire to touch and feel me and she brought her hands up to caress my buttocks. She kneaded gently at my smooth flesh, spreading my cheeks until I knew she could see the deep shadowed cleft between them, and my puckered amber ring that nestled there. She startled me when she reached for it with her tongue, licking, and running the tip of her tongue around it, feeling my tight muscles react to her probing tongue.

I whispered encouragement to her, “Oh yes, oh Nancy please don’t stop.”

I felt my tight ring dilate from the pressure of her tongue. This felt so good. Nancy then pushed a finger into my pussy and I felt it delve deeply into my warmth causing my vaginal muscles to contract involuntarily.

“Put your finger in me,” I begged and Nancy knew exactly what to do. She moistened her finger with my cunt juices and she pushed it into my tight rosebud, slowly easing her way in. Her tongue continued to lick and tease my sex now slipping over my moistened lips and stopping at my tight pleasure nub. I pushed myself against her, grinding my hips so as to force Nancy’s finger further and deeper into my anal channel. I could no longer concentrate on anything apart from the feel of Nancy’s hands caressing my ass as her finger penetrated my private entrance while her mouth nibbled frantically on my clit. I knew I was about to cum and I knew that would as good as ever. That special feeling rose over me and I buried my face in hands to hide my cries of pleasure. I felt my juices flow, my pussy swell and I squirted streams of cum into Nancy’s mouth. At first she was startled when the first squirt shot into her mouth but then Nancy licked and swallowed, drinking the streams of cum with her own sounds of pleasure.

For a moment we stayed glued to one another, too weak to move. Then very slowly, Nancy eased her finger from my rectum and laid her head on my thighs with her arms entwined around my legs. This was only the start of our explorations and now I would take her.

“You are a very fast learner Nancy,” I gasped.

“Yes, Joannie is a very good teacher,” Nancy replied.

“That she is,” I agreed.

“Marla your pussy gets so swollen when you are excited and when you cum it squirts out like you are peeing,” Nancy commented.

“Yes that’s true. Biff calls it my puffer pussy and I am a squirter. Now let’s see if I can get you to squirt for me,” I answered.

Nancy and I switched places so that she was now seated on the raft and I was between her legs. I gently pushed Nancy’s legs wider apart and I watched as the outer lips of her sex spread and the pink inner surfaces were revealed to me. They were already glistening with juices and I knew at that instant how Joannie must have felt. I couldn’t wait to taste her juices for myself. The opening of Nancy’s vagina was a dark and mysterious shadow and felt like velvet.

I slowly reached forward and spread Nancy’s labia wider allowing my fingers to play up and down her moist slit. I felt Nancy quiver, little goose bumps from her shivers of sensation ran down her thighs. Stretching her wider I could see a firm nub of erect pink flesh standing proudly like a tiny cock at the top of Nancy’s sex. I knew that this was her seat of pleasure and the cause of all the urges that she had felt over the last two days. I let my fingers tickle her clit lightly, teasingly causing her to gasp as her thighs jerked in sudden tremor. I lowered head and took the nub of tissue in my mouth, rolling it lightly between my lips and scraping it gently with my teeth. I could smell her arousal. The deep musk made me light-headed and I wondered if this is what Japanese pussy smelt like.

I tongued and licked gently up and down the length of Nancy’s slit and I had to hold her thighs apart as she began to buck beneath me. I knew that Nancy was reaching her crisis as she moaned, almost growling with meaningless sounds of ecstasy arising from her. I slowed my assault as I wanted to extend her pleasure as long as I could. I fingered Nancy’s sex again, ran my fingertips up and down her sex and scratched lightly at her labia.

With a fingertip I probed the entrance to Nancy’s vagina. I knew that I wasn’t the first to tread this path and that I must still go gently. Nancy’s cry of pleasure at being penetrated encouraged me to thrust my finger in her deeper and faster. I could feel the muscular walls of her tight pussy grip at me as I caressed the folds and crevices inside her pussy. I slid my middle finger in alongside the first finger and allowed my thumb to rest lightly on Nancy’s clit.

Nancy’s pussy seemed to suck at my fingers drawing them in deeper and faster until my fingertips seemed to make contact with Nancy’s womb. Both of us were panting so I began to rub her clit frantically. I knew that Nancy was about to cum. I watched Nancy arch her back and I felt her muscles contract down around my fingers. I pulled my fingers from her cunt and covered it with my mouth once again sucking hard on her clit. Nancy covered her mouth with her hand to smother her cries of ecstasy as she writhed on the raft with her head moving from side to side as the waves of sensation rolled over her. Nancy came in buckets drenching my face with her juices. I was intrigued with the taste of her and I wondered if some sea water had gotten in her pussy or did she always taste like this.

We had been so pre-occupied with our coupling that we did not notice a couple swim up to the raft. They had remained in the water and watched me eat Nancy’s pussy. They smiled at us when we acknowledged their presence.

“That was very beautiful,” said the woman.

“Yes it was quite a show,” said the man as he pulled himself up on the raft sporting an erection, “Look what you did to me.”

“And now I will just have to take care of this,” the woman said and then engulfed her partner’s cock in her mouth.

“You are welcome to stay and watch if you like,” the man offered.

Nancy and I had witnessed plenty of cock sucking within our own sex sessions, so we opted to swim back to our group. We left the unknown couple to their own indulgences and swam back to the beach. We rejoined our group on the beach and then we all sat around and made plans for the evening. Tonight the entertainment would be an Elvis impersonator who was supposed to be very good. We all agreed to meet for dinner, attend the entertainment session and then adjourn to our room for the night’s activities.

DINNER, ENTERTAINMENT AND SEX

The dinner was excellent as always and the entertainment was superb. The Elvis impersonator sounded just like the “King” and sang all of his popular songs. We had an enjoyable evening dancing with each other to all the songs. After the entertainment we headed to our room for the evening’s orgy.

Once in our room everyone shed their clothes immediately and we soon had eight beautiful naked people touching each other. Joannie wanted to take on three of the guys first. It had been a few days since she had three cocks in her at the same time. The rest of us sat on the opposite bed to watch Joannie put on a show for the rest of us.

Joannie had Biff lay on his back as she straddled him and lowered her pussy onto his huge cock. She told Dan and Dave to take her ass and mouth. Dan hurried to get behind Joannie and fed his cock to Joannie’s hot ass. Dave positioned himself at her face and she gobbled his dick right up. Lori, Nancy, Jerry and I sat on the opposite bed and watched as the three men fucked all of Jerry’s wife’s holes.

Joannie was incredible whenever she did three guys, she was the most lustful and wanton woman I have ever seen. She had so much energy she went from orgasm to orgasm non-stop, demanding more all the time. She would get so aroused that she never came down in between orgasms it would be just one right after the other, each one more intense then the other. It was difficult for the three guys to keep up with her; she shook, groaned and screamed uncontrollably for them to fuck her harder and longer.

Dave came first shooting his load into her succulent mouth. Joannie swallowed it all very quickly and sucked him dry. Dave fell back with his softened cock slipping out of her mouth.

Joannie yelled, “Jerry I need your cock.”

Jerry scrambled out of our bed and knelt in front of Joannie. She sucked his erect dick right into her mouth never missing a beat with Biff and Dan. Dan came next and filled her ass with his hot cum. He continued to fuck her back hole as she milked his cock dry, eventually it softened and slipped from her pulsating asshole.

“Marla get a cock and fuck my ass,” she screamed.

Lori and Nancy looked confused as I got off the bed to retrieve a strap-on from our dresser. They looked on in amazement as I put on the harness with the large fake cock dangling in front of my pussy. I moved to bed and got behind Joannie and inserted the hard dong into her ass. I watched the expressions on Lori and Nancy faces as I plowed my fake cock into Joannie’s asshole. They were in a trance never before having seen such a scene.

“Get ready Joannie, I am going to cum,” Biff warned.

Biff then tensed before he shot his seed deep into her pussy. Then he picked up the pace and fucked her hard draining his cock of every drop of cum. Joannie’s pussy overflowed with Biff’s copious load and much of it ran down over his balls.

“Oh shit, I feel it. God I love your cum, I love to be filled with it. Let me clean off your balls let me suck you dry,” Joannie bellowed.

Biff slid out from underneath her and presented his soaked cock and balls to her mouth as her husband temporarily moved out of the way. Joannie sucked his cock until it was empty and soft and then she cleaned his testicles of all cum.

“Marla please get someone to fuck my pussy,” Joannie ordered.

I withdrew from Joannie’s ass and walked over to my dresser to retrieve another strap-on. As I walked my own fake cock dangled and bounced lewdly in front of me.

The guys were spent except Jerry who was back in Joannie’s mouth so I looked at Lori and Nancy and asked them who wanted to fill Joannie’s pussy. Lori jumped at the opportunity and quickly put on the harness with my help. Lori then lay on the bed under Joannie as she lowered her pussy on the dildo. I inserted my dong back into her ass and once again she had three cocks in her, two of them fake.

Lori got into it and learned quickly that the dildo’s hard nub rubbed right against her clit. The three of us worked Joannie over as she continued to move from one orgasm to another. She was insatiable.

Jerry couldn’t hold out any longer and squirted his jizm in his wife’s mouth. Joannie gobbled it up and sucked him dry. Jerry withdrew his deflated cock and joined Biff, Dan, Dave and Nancy on the other bed to watch his wife’s performance.

“Nancy give me your pussy,” Joannie ordered.

Nancy shyly moved to the bed and presented her pussy to Joannie. Joannie sucked her cunt right into her mouth and quickly located Nancy’s hard little clit. Before long Joannie had Nancy writhing in orgasm and Lori and I were experiencing our orgasms triggered by the dildo nubs.

Joannie went into convulsions as orgasms rocked her body. Her hips moved violently and rapidly dislodging my fake cock from her ass. Her mouth left Nancy’s pussy as she collapsed on top of Lori fucking herself on the fake cock. Joannie’s hips moved from fast to slow much like a ride coming to a stop. She was drained and exhausted from her numerous orgasms but I knew that after a brief rest she would be ready to go again. Joannie was possessed with sexual drive and energy. Joannie had four loads of man cum in her and she was responsible for the three women’s orgasms.

“Wow! Now that’s what I call a good fucking,” Joannie exclaimed.

“I think we all agree with that,” I replied.

As we were resting I showed the double dildo to Lori and Nancy. I explained that the lesbians had given us the two strap-on dildos and the two headed dildo in case we needed them. The girls wanted to hear more about our sessions with the lesbians so Joannie and I told them what transpired without getting into explicit details.

“You know making it with another woman was the furthest thing from my mind when we came to the resort,” Lori said and then continued, “I knew that girl-girl sex would be available to us if we wanted it. I just didn’t expect it would happen but I am glad it did.”

Nancy added, “Yes, I am so happy that we were introduced to lesbian sex. It is so erotic to have a beautiful woman eat my pussy and then my eating her pussy in return. I have never used a dildo and it was exciting to see you two fuck Joannie as she ate me.”

“It certainly was hot watching you girls get it on and I am glad that Jerry taught us about bi-sexuality. I really enjoyed fucking and cumming in his ass and mouth,” Dan admitted.

Dave echoed, “Yeah it was a real turn-on to fuck Jerry’s bubble butt and Joannie’s hot asshole. I’ll never forget it.”

“All of you were certainly willing partners and although I didn’t get to fuck Lori and Nancy in the ass I still had a great time with all of you,” Biff told them.

“I think that anal is stretching it for me. I didn’t even like a finger in there,” Lori told us.

“I liked when Marla stuck her finger in my ass while she ate my pussy but I can’t imagine a cock being in there especially one as big as Biff’s,” Nancy added to the conversation.

“Of course everyone knows that I love it but it does take some time to get broken in to where you can accept a big thick cock like Biff’s,” Joannie said.

Biff added, “You know I love to fuck asses but the next best thing for me is to fuck a girl doggy style. That way I can still play with her shapely ass.”

We sat around and talked for awhile longer and had a few drinks. Everyone was still kind of tired so we decided to go down to the nude Jacuzzi and relax there. This was our first trip to the nude Jacuzzi at late night. We were surprised to see so many people there in the nude. Many of the guests who did not use the nude beach where there at the Jacuzzi totally naked. We agreed that the late hour of the night and the alcohol played a big factor.

The eight of us found a spot on the side of the Jacuzzi where we could all sit together and we watched the gatherings and couplings before us. Jerry spotted Brandy and Michelle sitting on the opposite side from us. They were sitting next to each other kissing and stroking the other’s cock. They were soon joined by two other men who moved in front of them and began to suck their cocks.

“Those are the two gays I told you about,” Jerry said pointing toward Brandy and Michelle.

We watched as the two other men sucked Brandy and Michelle to orgasms and then switched places with them. Brandy and Michelle then began to suck the cocks of the other men.

All around the Jacuzzi there were various displays of sex and pairings. Guys with guys, girls with girls and couples all having sex with each other. Although with the couples it was difficult to tell which partners belonged together.

There were a few good looking couples but not anything to really get us turned on. We soaked in the warm waters and allowed our bodies to relax and we watched the activities surrounding us. After a while we decided to return to our room.

Once back in the room Dan and Dave were geared up for some more butt fucking. These guys had really taken to anal sex and had obviously decided to get as much as they could at the resort because Lori and Nancy would not be providing them asses to fuck here or at home. Dave asked me if he could fuck my ass and Dan was already zeroed in on Joannie. Joannie got the double dildo and inserted it in our pussies as we lay on our side facing one another. Dan then slipped his cock into Joannie’s ass as Dave penetrated mine. Joannie and I fucked each other with the double dildo as the two guys reamed our asses.

On the other bed Biff had Lori on all fours and was fucking her doggy style. Jerry was doing the same to Nancy as the four of them watched our action in the other bed. Biff ran his hands all over Lori’s shapely ass as he fucked her pussy. Jerry had managed to work one of his fingers into Nancy’s ass as he too fucked her pussy. It wasn’t long before Joannie and I came drenching the fake double cock in our pussies. Dan and Dave were next to cum shooting their loads into our rectal channels.

Lori and Nancy came quickly and flopped on the bed in front of Biff and Jerry. Biff and Jerry brought their cocks over to Joannie and I. Biff fucked Joannie’s ass and my son fucked my ass as Joannie and I fucked each other with the double dildo. Joannie and I had multiple orgasms before Biff and Jerry came in our bung holes adding there cum to Dan’s and Dave’s.

At that point we were all pretty well spent and we agreed to call it a night. The four of us said good night to Lori, Nancy, Dan and Dave and we returned to our own room. Jerry slept with his bride Joannie and I slept with Biff. We slept soundly that night and neither of us woke to urge of early morning sex.

When we did finally wake up we barely had enough time to shower, dress and make it on time for breakfast. We did not see Lori, Nancy, Dan or Dave that morning and we assumed that they had slept in. We were later to learn that the four of them were leaving the resort that day. As usual we ate and then returned to our room to put on tees and shorts, after which we headed to the nude beach. This would be our last day at the resort because the next day we were flying home.

Cont…

Thanks to walterio…………

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Mother and daughter are caught by father.

You are always reading stories and seeing on vids about a guy that comes home unexpectedly to find his wife or daughter being fucked by a stranger. I never expected anything like that to happen to me but it did and I’m glad it did.

My flight that I was to take on a business trip was canceled after being delayed for two hours. There wasn’t another one till the next day so I decided to return home for the night. It was about ten pm when I entered the house, everything seemed normal but no-one appeared to be home. I sat in the living room for about fifteen minutes waiting for Judy, my wife. Finally I decided to go to bed as I had to be back at the airport pretty early the next day.

I climbed the stairs and headed down the hall. There was a light on in our bedroom. When I got to the door, what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Judy and our daughter, Fran were on the bed naked and in the 69 position. Fran was on top. Judy was eagerly eating our daughter’s pussy and Fran was fucking her mother with a big plastic cock as she rubbed her crotch up and down on her mother’s face..

I stood there watching. They were so into what they were doing that they never noticed that I was there. After a couple minutes I unzipped my slacks and pulled my now rock hard cock out and started stroking it. Judy repeatedly licked Fran from clit to ass hole and dug her tongue deep into Fran’s snatch making her moan. Soon, Judy had a big climax and when she did, Fran pulled the dildo out and dove, face first into her mother’s wet cunt. Fran came next and pressed her crotch tightly to her mother’s face as she filled Judy’s mouth with her girl cum. They slowed down and just gently licked each other’s slits while they came down from their highs.

I was ready to explode. Jane’s head was at the foot of the bed and she had her eyes closed and Fran was facing the other way. I walked up to the end of the bed and after a few more strokes; I blasted a big load of cum in my wife’s face and on my daughter’s ass. One thing I have always been proud of is how much cum I make. Any porno film would be delighted to have a guy that came so much. Rope after rope of cum flew out of my cock and covered Jane and Fran. When they felt it they jumped. One of Jane’s eyes flew open. The other was covered with my thick white cum and didn’t open. Fran jumped off her mom and looked back at me in panic. “DADDY !?!”

I smiled and said, “Well, well, well. What do we have here? I didn’t realize that you two had gotten so close.” I put my dripping cock head to my wife’s face. “Open your mouth.” Jane did as I said. I pushed myself into her mouth. “Suck it clean, Darling.” Fran stood next to the bed with one forearm across her tits and the other hand in front of her cleanly shaved pussy. I hadn’t noticed what a beautiful young lady she had grown to be. I guess I had just automatically thought of her as my little girl. I couldn’t help but notice now.

Fran was about 5’5″. Even behind her arm I could see that her tits were about 34-C’s and they were high, full and firm. She had smooth light skin, a small flat tummy, small hips and long shapely legs. Actually, she looked a lot like her mother. I got a better look as she ran to the bathroom. I enjoyed watching her boobs bounce.

“I didn’t know you were a lesbian.” Judy scooped up some of the cum that was on her face, clearing her eye, and sucked it off of her fingers. “I’m Bi, not a lesbian. There’s a difference. I haven’t been with another girl since college. And by the way, I haven’t been with another guy since we were married either. When I had ‘the talk’ with Fran I told her that she could ask me anything and I would answer her honestly. Well, one thing led to another and a few weeks ago we started spending time together.” “I wish I had known.” I said. ” We could have had some pretty hot threesomes all these years.”

We heard the shower running as Fran washed my cum off of her ass, and a couple minutes later she slowly walked back into the room with a towel wrapped around her and stood next to the bed looking at us. “It’s OK Honey. Don’t worry. I’m not mad. I was just surprised.” “Daddy, I’m still a virgin. All I do with the boys is give them blowjobs and let them finger my pussy. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I want you to be the one to take my cherry. Pleeeeease.” Fran said with almost a pleading tone of voice. I looked at Judy. She smiled and nodded her head yes.

I stood up, reached out and removed the towel. I got my first good look at her large erect nipples. I could feel life starting to come back into my manhood. I pulled her tight to me, feeling her firm young tits press against me, and my cock press against her stomach. “Franny, Honey I don’t like to wear a condom. Not many guys do. So we need to get you started on the pill. While we are waiting for it to start to work, we can do what you and mommy have been doing. Sometimes we can even all do it together. Would you like that?” “Yes Daddy, very much.” I bent down and gave my daughter a kiss. It wasn’t a father/daughter kiss.

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Costumes can be loads of fun, and some are better than others. Written in a back and forth style I like writing in.

All my stories take place on an alternate earth with an orbit 3X that of our earth, making ages 1/3 what they would be on earth.

The orange and black striped tail brushed back and forth over my forehead, she couldn’t hold still as I racked my tongue over her tiny clit, over and over. Her small waist nesteled between my breasts, milk saturating my bra as she rubbed her hand back and forth across her moms clit, returning the plaeasure her mother gave her. She wasn’t tall enough to reach her mother’s pussy with her mouth from this position, yet.

“Really, this was all they had?” Amber asked.

“Yep, I just got there too late.” I lied. Amber wanted to be a tiger, and a tiger she would be for holloween. “This will look great.” I told her and that was no lie.

It was a tight micro dress in a tiger print, and it clung to her young body like it was poured on to her.

“I’ll get cold in this.” Amber suggested.

“These will help,” I told her pulling the tiger striped hose from a bag. “I’ll help you put them on.”

She sat between my legs on the chair, and I carefully pulled the shear hose on to her long, coltish legs, first the right, then the left. She stood, and I lifted the lycra dress, and finished pulling them up to her waist.

“There is a big hole in them.” she protested.

The hole was real, actually they were totally crotchless, almost nothing front to back between her legs to hide the pretty pink pussy from my view.

“That’s so you can go pee without taking them off.” the answer seemed to satisfy her.

“Mom, I’m going to pee.” she almost shouted.

“Just let it all go.” I told her, knowing the first orgasm of her young life was approching.

She started to moan and grunt, I don’t think she really knew what to do, her hips started to almost vibrate she shook so fast, I let them do the work and held my tounge steady on her clit, her long tail seemed to swish back and forth like it was alive.

Longer moans, getting longer…

“I can’t stop it mom, it’s going to come out.” she seemed so worried.

I broke from her cunt just long enough to tell her, “It’s OK baby, let it all out, mommy will take care of it.” I returned to her sweet pussy.

My reasurance was all it took, she pressed her cunt hard down on to my mouth, arching her back, she started to cum, I could feel the heat from her clit, her narrow hips vibrating again.

“I’m sorry Mom..” she screamed as she pushed hard one last time at me, and let out a long howl that would have made her tiger namesake proud. she bounced on my face more, and then calmed down.

“What about the tail?” she asked.

“In a minute, so impaitient.” I said. I pulled her shoes from a box, “What do you think of these?”

“Those are hot.” she said with a smile, “Really? for me?”

“For you, think you can walk in them?”

“No problem.” She put them on. 4 inch heel in a tiger print did look cool, it gave her calf the shape of a more adult leg, very sexy. She walked the room without a stumble.

“Well arn’t you the fast learner.” I commented

She blushed, “I’ve been practicing in yours for a while now, these are easy.”

She spent several minutes admiring her shoes, and I spent several minutes admiring her legs, they were nice. The heels gave them shape, the hose made them shine.

“It’s fine baby, you didn’t pee. sometimes it feels like that when you cum, sometimes you do pee a little, and that is nice to.” I said as I stared in to her virgin pussy, a string of fluid still connected us, I licked it off her lips. “Can you scoot down and lick me now, I’d like a cum too.”

She moved, but struggeled to get in the right position. “Hop off and come at it the other way, it’s easier.” and she moved as I held on to her tail, it pulled out, and I tossed it to the floor. She went around between my legs, I opened them wide for her, the garter belt stretching tight, pulling the stockings up to points in back. She slowly nestled her face in to my folds, licking her mom slowly at first, investigating my pussy for the first time. She would start low, putting her tiny tongue inside me, then drag it up to my clit, making me moan and shake.

“Is that good Mom?”

“Yes baby, just don’t stop.” I tilited my hips back somemore, giving her better access. I reached around my legs, and pulled my labia apart for her. Her next lick went deeper in to me, and her tongue hit my clit harder. “Oh fuck baby, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.” and she kept going.

She caught me staring at her, I didn’t care.

“Mom, why are you staring?”

“You look amazing.” And she did. That dress was so tight I could see both nipples poking through it, even her belly button showed slightly. Her ass was tight and hard, and moved in a way no 7 year old’s should be allowed to.

“I better go change too.”I said .

“What about my tail?”

“When I come back.” I told her.

My holloween costume was a red devil, but I needed a bit more ‘support’ than Amber. My breasts swelled from solid c’s to c+ or d- while nursing Amber’s little sister Maggie, she’s almost a year old now. Red satin bra and g-string panties, red garter and stockings, and some tall red pumps with a gold heel. I put a red dress over it, a few sizes too small, it was supposed to button up the front, I only did about three across my belly, leaving things exposed above and below. I looked good, and I looked amazing for a mom of 2.

I undid the front clasp on the bra, and my tits burst free. The inside of the bra soaked with my milk. I felt the heavy, full mounds on my chest, I could see milk drip from the nipples as I gently squeezed them, the nipples so sensitive, so wanting. I let out a loud moan as I pinched them in turn, milk sprayed in the air, falling back on my breasts, the warm fluid felt amazing.

“Amber, baby, I need you to do something to make mommy cum, ok baby?” I was pleading.

I could feel her nod, and a muffeled “umm huhh” came from between my legs, she was such a good girl not stopping.

“I need you to take a finger, and put it in mommy’s pussy.”

And she did, it felt good. She just put it in a first, then started moving it around a bit.

“Ok baby, now mommy needs you to put that finger in her ass, can you do that for mommy?” I was almost begging as I tilted my hip further back.

She didn’t respond, but that small digit pulled itself from my cunt, and plunged in my ass, and that was all I needed. As my hips shot up in to her face, I reached down and grabbed her hair, and held her on my pussy, practically pushing her in it again. She kept licking hard, I pulled her hair, keeping her locked on, and I screamed out, I wailed like a primal beast. Amber licked on like a trooper, she never stopped, my hips pounded her face, and she licked on. My pussy almost smothered her small face, and she licked on.

I returned to Amber, she seemed stuned at first.

“Wow Mom, you look…” she paused for a seconde looking for a word, “You look good.” not able to come up with anything better.

“You like it? I said, giving her a twirl, the dress spun out wide, showing further how little I had on underneth.

“It’s sexy, that’s for sure. Are you going to give out candy in that?” she asked with notable apprehension.

“Sure, I think people will like it, don’t you?”

“Some will.”She said grining. “Now, about my tail.”

I grabbed a bag, “One for you, and one for me, devil has to have a tail right?”

She looked in, pulled both out and handed the red one to me, thinner with a arrowhead point at the end. She looked at her’s and asked “How do I attach it?”

“Come here, I’ll show you, mine goes on the same way, do you want me to put mine on first?”

“Sure” Amber said.

What happened next was the make or brake moment for tonight, her willingness to do this would decide if I was to initiate her in to my world of incestious lesbianism, or not. I sat in the chair and put some astroglide next to me, the mushroom shaped end of the tail seemed obvious to me, but not to her yet. I lubed it up, smearing it all around to the base. I sat back, and spread my legs wide over the arms of the chair. There are better ways, but this was about the show. A dab of lube on my anus, rubbed around good, again, mostly for effect, and I brought the tail to it, Igently pushed and after a few ins and outs, it went in and my ass hole slamed shut on it. I closed my legs, sat up, and got up. I walked the room like it was a cat walk, showing her how it looked, as it swung side to side, each time causing interesting sensations.

“What do you think?”

As I eased up on her hair, her small, formerly innocent face pulled itself away from the womb that gave birth to her. She was glazed with secretions from me, a long string ran from her chin to my vagina, so I pulled her up to me, and licked it from her. I followed that with several more, cleaning her face like a mother cat might clean her cub, then I kissed her. We kissed some more. And more.

“That was great baby girl” I told her breaking the kiss and panting a little.

“Yea.” was all she said, breathless herself.

I was ready for a break, until I looked down. In pulling her up to me, our pussies were together. The sight of my daughters pussy pressed against mine, that had me ready again. I lifted a heavy breast up to her mouth, she hesatated.

“Please baby, they are so full, nurse like when you were a baby, please.” I tried to sound seductive, I don’t know if I succedded.

Then her lips covered my hard nipple, and she took a few tentitive sucks. Then a few more. I felt my milk let down, and it was flowing fast, she responded bby taking it all, and fast as she could. I reached around her ass, it was so tight and hard, and pulled her in to me, our pussies seemed to meld together, one glorious mass of sex flesh, wet, messy, they smelled like ambrosia.

“It looks good.”Amber commeneted, not sold on the idea as she studied the end of hers.

“Want me to help you put yours in?”

“Umm, I’m not sure.” hesatation ruled her.

“Not sure about what?”

“Will it fit?” she asked, bolder than I thought she would be.

“Sure baby, I’ll make it work.” and she nodded. “Come over here, we’ll do it the easy way.”

She stood beside the chair, and I pulled up the dress to her navel. “Bend over on the chair.” And she slowly did, holding herself up with her arms. I lubed the plug good, and I put another small dab on her ass hole, I worked it around. I worked it wider than necessary, mostly because I was enjoying it, and judging by the way her tiny cunt opened on it’s own, she liked it too. I little more astroglide, and I worked my finger inside her, just getting it all slippery.

“Here it comes baby.” as I pressed the tip in, and her tiny, but flexible body opened up and swallowed it, locking down on the base tightly. “That wasn’t so bad was it.?”

“No, it was almost nice.” she said.

She stood and walked with it, it swung wildly side to side with every step. I pulled her dress back down and that made it more controled.

She looked unreal. Her tight body was accecnted with shine of the tight dress and the silky hose, her legs were a marvel of sultry shape and slender beauty. I took her to my bedroom, and did the make up, a little nose, a few lines for whiskers, but I also gave her some smokey eyes, and some bright red lips that screamed sex appeal.

As she drained my left breast, it felt so much better, I offered her the right, and she took it, the milk flowed immediatly. I wrapped my legs around her ass, pulling her rythmically in to me, her pussy was sliding up and down mine, and sometimes I could feel her clit rub against mine. I reached under her, and found both her nipples quickly. She gasped at first, then pulled her chest away to give me better access. The BB sized nipples that capped where her breasts would some day be, were as hard as a bady part can get. I rubbed them for a while, then pinched them, that made her jump a bit. I started rubbing them more softly, until she brought her hand to mine, and pinched my fingers down hard on her nipple again, and moaned while she drank from me. I got the idea, and alternated between soft caresses, and hard pinches.

“Can I go trick-or-treating now?” she asked with more excitment that I wanted her to have. I was hoping she might want to stay in with me.

“Sure,” I hoped I didn’t sound as dissapointed as I was. “Make sure your dress doesn’t ride up too high, and stay in our neighborhood .” I said as I tugged the hem down, pointlessly.

She gave me one last twirl and was out the door. I stayed and gave out candy, it was fun, I got very interesting looks from people at the door. Some liked it, some didn’t, I think all were at least slightly shocked. I made a note of the ladies that seemed to like it, and the kids. I was getting turned on even further with all the looks. I mean, guys look women up and down all the time, I hate that, but when a MILFy soccer mom gives you the once, then twice over, and smiles, I Iike that. But what really turned me on, several of the kids stared way too long, and in a good way. One set of three young girls did nothing but look at my panties, then I noticed they had cameltoed, and I could see why they stared. FYI, that was never an issue when I had pubic hair.

About an 30 minutes after she left, Amber returned.

“You could not have done the whole neighborhood that fast.”

“No, I wanted to come home.” she said, she had a break in her voice and a sparkle in her eye I had not noticed.

“Really? something you wanted to do here?” I didn’t try to hide my excitement.

“I dunno. Maybe.” she turned and started walking away. I grabbed her tail

Amber turned her head looked at me. She grinned a knowing grin. I gave her tail a shake and her eyes grew in her head if that is possible, and she breathed heavy

“Want to give out some candy with me?” I smiled a devilish smile that had little to do with the costum.

“Sure”, she was a girl of few words.

Moments later, doorbell rang. Amber grapped the candy bowl, and I followed. Two more MILFy soccer moms, and two little princesses. The blond looked at Amber, then me, and showed a great deal of shock. The short redhead looked at us with equal shock, and much interest. I’d remember her. I gave Ambers tail a good wag as she dropped candy in to each bag. One of the little girls laughed when she saw what I was doing, she had no idea what I was really doing.

“Want to give it a try?” I asked the little Arial. She just giggeled.

I brought the tail around to her, forcing Amber to turn, and handed to to her, she gave it a good shake and laughed as she walked off.

Inside I shut the door, Amber looked stuned.

“I feel funny mom.” she told me, and I knew what that funny was about.

Doorbell rang again. Amber started to go for it, I stopped her, and pointed her face to mine.

“I know that feeling, and I’ll make it all better.” I told her in a seductive whisper, and placed my lips on hers. I saw her eyes close, and I gave her a tiny bit of tongue, just inside her lips, then broke the kiss. She stayed there momentarilly, eyes closed, lips slightly apart how I left them. I opened the door.

More soccer moms, more delictable little ones, I didn’t care. I dumped the bowl among the three kids bags, said happy Holloween, shut the door, and turned out the light. Amber hadn’t moved, she had only opened her eyes and looked at me.

Our pussies rubbed so fast, it felt as though they started a fire. I was so hot and wet, I was grunting and moaning continually. Amber began these whimper like moans.

“Are you OK baby, do you want me to stop?”

She returned my words from eariler to me “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I didn’t. I did move her, I lay her back on the bed, grabbed each of those sexy legs, and opened her up, I brought my cunt down between her legs, and we started scissoring. She mostly lay there, I rubbed my pussy hard and fast against hers, Our pussy lips rubbing back and forth over each other, wetness flowed over us. She was ready first, she started panting like a hot dog, and whimpering moans filled the air, She was so sexy. She had her eyes closed, pinching her nipples untill I thought she would pull them off, and then it happened.

“Here it comes mom, it’s coming again….I can’t hold it…It’s coming out…” she screamed out loudly, she thrust her pussy at mine in short, violent strokes and then two small squirts came from her.

I slowed down.

“Oh Mom, that was… ” she didn’t have words.

“I know baby, oh I know.” I told her. “But mommy is not done yet, can I keep rubbing on your pussy?”

“I don’t think so, it’s too tingly right now. Can I lick your pussy again mom? Please?”

“Oh fuck yes baby, finger me to.” I almost shouted.

“Fingers in your ass again?

“I want you in my cunt and my ass.” I was demanding.

I rolled over and opened up for her, she crawled in and started going right at me, her right hand was fingering my pussy, her left had a finger all the way up my ass. It was almost heaven, but I knew heaven was a few minutes away. Her tongue lapped at my clit like an absolute pro, and I was close.

“More in my pussy, fill it up baby.” I shouted, I guess to be heard over my own screaming.

She did, and she fucked me fast, in and out like a jack hammer in both holes.

“More, more pussy.” I shouted again. “Put your whole hand in me.”

I felt my labia stretch around her hand as it passed, then tighten down on her wrist, I could feel her fingers press against my cervix, rubbing it, I lost it. I started pushing in to her, trying to get more and more in me, I could feel her finger wiggle in my ass. I grabbed the hair on the sides of her head, and held her in tight like before, I thrust my cunt at her, harder and harder, I wanted all of her, as I was reaching the absolute climax, I held her face lower and the long streams of urine I knew where coming out went in her mouth.

“Swallow it baby, swallow it all.”I shouted. I don’t know why that turned me on, but it did.

She swallowed some, most ended up on the bed. Again I pulled her to me and we kissed and held each other until we both fell asleep.

I went back to her, with no pretense this time, my tongue shot in to her mouth, she returned it in clumsy awkwardness, and it was wonderful. We kissed for several minutes, she jumped a little when I grabbed her ass with both hands, kneeding that hard little thing, damn it was nice.

“How is that funny feeling now?” I asked

“Worse, and better.” She said.

“I know what you need, It’s time for you to become a woman.” I said this as I slowly undid the three gold buttons that held my dress closed. I opened it, and let it fall from my shoulders to the floor. Amber looked shocked, and she was breathing heavy. I removed my panties and steped out of them, the coolish air felt nice. Amber swallowed hard. I walked back to her, slow as I could, I wanted to run to her.

“Your going to have sex with me?” she asked in a timid voice colored with heavy, hard breathing.

“No baby, we are going to have sex with each other, we are going to make love like only a mother and daughter can.” I said as I reached her. I kissed her again.

I pulled the dress over her head, and exposed pure beauty, she was amazing and mine. I took her by the hand and we went to my bedroom.

“Get on the bed baby.”

She started to take her shoes off and climb on the bed.

“Leave the shoes on, they make you look extra sexy.” And she put them back on, and climed on the bed.

“What about the tail” she was on her hands and knees, wiggleing her ass to make it wave back and forth.

“Leave it, for now” I said “Want to pull mine out for me?” I turned and bent over, she pulled the tail, so slowly I thought it would never come out, then all at once it shot right out of me.

I climbed on the bed the oppisite way, and layed down, pulling her on to me in the best version of a 69 we could do with her short stature, and I started to eat her pussy.

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Ariel awakes on the floor of the dance studio and finds her teacher has a special lesson in store for her.

This is the first of three parts I will post about these two girls. This part describes how April discovered she was a lesbian

April and Jessica have been best friends since they were about 12 years old. They share everything with each other, well almost everything. April has one little secret she keeps from Jessica, and Jessica has one little secret she keeps from April. April is secretly a lesbian, and Jessica makes money by being a dominatrix for hire, and loves doing it. They both are very ashamed by their secrets for the same reason; they went to school at a private Christian school, and they are strongly religious.

April was about 5feet 9inches tall, big DD breasts, with a firm heart shaped ass and weighed about 130 pounds. She discovered she was attracted to other girls when she was 14. She was looking through her older brother’s bedroom for a pen and she stumbled on his Playboy magazine collection. The magazine fell on the ground open to one of the pictures of a woman naked. She told herself to look away and pretend she never saw it, but some part of her made her pick up the magazine and start flipping through the pages. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and she couldn’t believe that she was enjoying it as much as she was. The naked women and their beautiful breasts aroused her, ‘this is wrong, it is a sin to feel this way about women’ she told herself trying to look away, but she couldn’t help it. Finally she threw the magazine down walked out of the room and took a shower. It didn’t matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop thinking about the women in the magazine. To give herself and other people the illusion that she wasn’t a lesbian she would often surround herself with boys, go out on a lot of dates with boys, she never had sex with any of them because she was religious and wanted to wait until marriage.

April had her first sexual experience two years later, when she was 16. It was at the sweet 16 party of her friend Heidi. There was a fair amount of liquor there, but April didn’t drink any, neither did Jessica who was also there. At the party April started to really notice how attractive her best friend was, but she tried not to think about it. She also couldn’t help but notice how hot the birthday girl was. Heidi was about 5’6” decent sized C cup breasts, long skinny legs, and a tight firm ass. April found herself wanting to see Heidi completely naked. April was the last one to leave the party because she noticed Heidi was very drunk and she wanted to make sure her friend didn’t do something, or some one stupid.

Once all the guests except April left she offered to help Heidi start cleaning the dishes. As she cleaned one of the dipping bowls she felt a hand placed on her ass. She turned around startled and surprised to see Heidi standing behind her, “What are you doing?!” she asked alarmed.

“I’m grabbing your ass, what does it look like.” Heidi said as she moved closer to April.

“Well please don’t, I’m trying to do the dishes.” April said, knowing that some part of her wanted Heidi right there, right now.

“Oh, come on, don’t try to hide it, I saw you checking me out a couple times tonight, and I’ve seen the way you look at other girls, you’re secretly a lesbian, aren’t you?” Heidi said moving even closer, by this point their lips were almost touching.

“No I’m not; I don’t know what you are talking about.” April said hardly able to breathe because she was excited, and scared of what might happen.

“Yeah, right.” Heidi said as she kissed her friend. April tried to bring her self to pull away, but she couldn’t she knew she wanted this the whole night. They shared a long passionate kiss that lasted until Heidi pulled away and began taking her cloths off, April also got undressed. They stood there and looked at each others’ naked bodies for a while then finally Heidi went back to kissing her friend. This time as they kissed Heidi began to massage April’s breasts which made her tender nipples hard. She began to rub the outside of April’s wet pussy, which she kept shaven because she just thought the hair felt uncomfortable. With this April let out a light moan, and started to rub Heidi’s pussy which was also wet and shaved. April had never thought another girl’s pussy could feel so good. They kissed and rubbed each other until Heidi whispered in Aprils ear, “Let’s go to my room.”

They went up the stairs and into Heidi’s room and got on the bed. “Just lay back and let me take care of you.” Heidi told April. April just opened her legs and wondered what Heidi had in mind. Heidi put on leg under April’s leg and one over the other leg, she put her pussy against April’s and started grinding them together. This sent a wave of pleasure that went all over April’s body, she moaned in pleasure, and then she found her self screaming in joy. She didn’t know what was happening to her body, but she didn’t care, her body spasm uncontrollably as she had her first orgasm, Heidi had hers shortly afterwords. They kept grinding their pussies together until they were exhausted, neither of them knew how many orgasms they had; they just knew they enjoyed the experience. April woke up the next morning naked in Heidi’s bed. Next to her was Heidi, she was also still naked, but still asleep. April quickly got out of the bed and ran down the stairs to the pile of cloths that were there, grabbed her cloths, put them on and went home to shower and hope Heidi was to drunk to remember any of it.

Lucky for April, Heidi was to drunk to remember any of their encounter. When Heidi called April the next day and asked, “Do you know what happened to me, I woke up naked and my cloths were in my kitchen,” April lied and said “I don’t know, you were fine when I left and I was the last one to leave.” April never told any one what really happened, but she knew it was to late for her to fool herself anymore, she was a lesbian and she knew it.

Thank you for reading, Part 2, Jessica’s discovery will be up soon.

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